Under Her Boss (Futanari) (Futa on Female) by Maria Vestergaard Page B

cup warm her hands and took a sip. "Almost. I got my stuff moved over, but there's so many boxes stacked around my apartment that I feel like I'm living in a Lego house. It's nice to be able to look outside and actually see people on the street, though. I sorely need the life that the city has to offer.
    Janet smiled wryly. "You'll discover the wonders of apartment living soon enough. Try not to act too indignant when you ask your neighbors to turn down the bass for the first few times." She came to stop before a set of black double doors with the name ANITA CROWLEY, CEO on it. "Here we are. Feeling ready?"
    "Ready to black out?" Suzie put up a brave face and a nervous laugh. Janet shook her head.
    "Shush, you'll do fine. Ms. Crowley never could resist a cute redhead." Janet rapped her knuckles on the door and turned the handle.
    An immense office opened up beyond the threshold of the door. The amount of free space made the pitch black desk in the center of the room look small, though it could've fit the reception twice over. It was very neat, papers stacked up on one end with a pair of computer screens at other. The entire back wall consisted of clear glass that permitted a spectacular view over the city, rivaled only by a handful of other skyscrapers. The walls were white and decorated with a variety of pictures - some business related, some works of art. The carpet was the same dark crimson as outside and a pair of rather less flashy chairs had been placed in front of the desk.
    Anita Crowley sat in a plush, opulent chair by her desk. Her complexion was fair and her hair dark and long, spilling down her shoulders around her beautiful face. Dark eyes scanned the piece of paper in her hand and her ruby lips were parted in thought. She wore a white shirt and a black jacket on top, tailored to compliment her curvaceous frame and buttoned down to show a promise of deep cleavage. Her black skirt clung tightly to her hips and showed an astonishing amount leg for a CEO, as well as a pair of charcoal black stockings that added a sultry dimension to her attractive legs.
    Anita had an air around her like she owned the place. The notion wasn't entirely unfounded. Her eyes darted up as Janet stuck her head inside the office to announce Suzie's arrival. "She's here." Suzie shifted from side to side, halfway hiding behind the door. Anita's gaze found her anyway.
    "Send her in." Anita spoke with a rich, sultry voice, a feminine baritone befitting the head of the company. It send chills down Suzie's spine and her feet moved without question. Janet gave her a reassuring smile before closing the door, but Suzie might as well have moved on rails, moving inexorably forward through the length of the office. Anita regarded her with a neutral expression all the while, though a small smile shimmered at the edge of her lips.
    "Hello, Ms. Crowley." Suzie had never felt so self-conscious in her life. She watched herself step through the torturously long room and took a seat. She placed the cup of coffee in her lap and folded her hands around it.
    "Please, call me Anita." The smile on Anita's face grew ever so slightly as she straightened out her chair and placed the piece of paper aside. "Suzie, was it? I trust you didn't have too much trouble finding us."
    "It wasn't too bad. Janet gave me directions." Suzie smiled sheepishly. "There's an awful lot of buildings, though. You've got a good view of them up here." She gestured at the window.
    Anita chuckled; the sound like warm honey running down Suzie's naked skin. "I suppose there is. You're from a small town, right Suzie? I wouldn't worry, you have the look of a city girl about you. You'll adjust in no time." Anita crossed her legs and cast a brief glance at the paper on her desk. "So you're new in town... What makes you think that you're qualified to be my personal assistant?"
    At once a dozen stock phrases bubbled to the forefront of Suzie's mind. "I'm very dependable. I'm thorough and