Relax….The words played in Tanya’s mind. She’d been stressed, all day, all week. Running a corporate office was hard after all, and she had to be hard as well.

That’s why she’d terminated Tom. Tanya didn’t know what he had on Mary, but when the old boss had quit, supposedly to become a housewife, Tanya took over.

And now, Tom had a week’s notice.

I’ll finally be rid of the way he looks at every woman with tits. Tanya sat down to start work. Her office was a nice office, as suited her. She turned on the big screen TV, setting it to a soothing screen saver. With that, she got to work. There’d be time to celebrate later. And nobody was in the office, save for her, so Tanya didn’t have to worry about anyone interrupting her.

The paperwork seemed… harder than she recalled.

The screensaver played, it was relaxing… pleasant. But the dammed words just kept shifting on the page. The numbers didn’t make any sense.

Tanya stared at them, growled, and then forced herself to keep working. Slowly the screen saver started to shift. The ocean scene started changing, running like it was melting, turning into blue and white swirls…

The music continued. It was soothing.

Under it, Tanya heard whispers, but that was just her.

Good girls…

She snorted. Good girls didn’t get the jobs. Good girls were never the bosses Good—

Fuck! She’d fucked up an entire report! Tanya pushed the paper to the side and shook her head. Okay. She wasn’t going to let the pressure get to her, like some…

Silly girl who shouldn’t be a boss… The men talk, we listen…  Tanya shook her head. She looked at the papers, but the forms and words were shifting, changing.

The music played on…

Cute music. Nice music. Girly music.

Tanya licked her lips, staring at the screen. It was calming and soothing. Not like the big numbers.

She groaned. She could tell Tom to deal with this, but she’d fired him, and what would it say if she went crawling back to him?

A thrill of worry ran through her.

What would it say, if she went back to him, holding her hands like some scared girl, wringing them as she asked him if he could do what she was supposed to do…

She looked back down at the papers. They were so complex! So full… full…

Full of decisions.

Tanya loved to make decisions, but now… what if she was wrong? What if everyone looked at her, glaring, wondering how such a foolish, silly airhead ever got to this position where she could mess everything up for everybody.

No. I can… I can like… Do this! I’m not just a silly slut who needs… needs… The sound of Tom’s strong voice came to her, rising up from her memory as he chuckled at her telling him he was fired.

A strong man’s chuckle.

Tanya looked down and blinked. She’d been writing…

Silly girl, submissive girl, big-titted girl… 

Right, she did have big tits.

In fact, her blouse felt tight, and so did her bra, uncomfortably tight. She got up.

After all, I need to work and I can’t work… If I’m uncomfortable.

And maybe it would improve office morale. After all, after she’d come in like such a bitch, telling people what to do…

Maybe they’d like her with her tits hanging out, her big jugs, barely confined by a jacket and nothing else.

She put her jacket to the side, carefully folding it. Then she pulled her expensive blouse off, a button flying off. It felt so confining, so disgusting.

The bra felt worse, like she was wearing some kind of torture device. Tanya moaned as she reached up trying to get to the bra clasp but it was hard, because her big fucking jugs were just pulling it tight. Why did she bother to wear one?  Why not show off. Show off for the men, the strong, powerful…

The music played a little louder.

Silly slut, show your body…

For a moment, she looked at herself in the office mirror. She ran her fingers over her tits, touching her large, sensitive nipples, already erect. How long had it been… But no. Nudity was not appropriate for an office…

At least not always.

Tanya got the jacket back on, hissing in pleasure at the way it rubbed her nipples. She adjusted it, showing off her jugs…

She’d never called them jugs.

They were bre—

Sluts with their tits… jiggling and showing off. The music was louder now. But Tanya was focusing on the way her br—her tits, her jugs, her mommy milkers, felt, with nothing between her skin and the fabric of the jacket, the way the air was just playing over her exposed cleavage. She shivered. Too bad Tom was gone. He would love her look, staring at her with his powerful eyes, letting them roam all over her like some bull deciding whether or not to breed his heifer…

Tanya’s moan filled the room.

She found herself on the couch the big screen behind her still playing its wonderful images the music filling the air. Somehow the webcam was facing her, the little red indicator light on.

And then she heard a voice from the speakers.

“Hello, Tanya.”

It was Tom.

Tanya shuddered in desire.