Friday Night Office Party: Boss’s Surprise Gift

So, there I was, standing in the office, trying to wrap my head around the whole situation. My boss, the one who’s always got a smirk on his face, bought this outfit for her. And now, he wants her to wear it to the office party. Can you believe it? It’s not just any outfit, either. It’s this black tank top with a net-like lower portion that leaves nothing to the imagination. She’s gotta show off her midsection, and those black short pants? They’re so short, they’re practically non-existent. And the stockings and heels? It’s like he planned this whole thing to make her the center of attention.

What Does This Outfit Really Mean?

I mean, what’s the point of all this? Is he just trying to show off his ‘property’? Or is there something more sinister going on? The way he looks at her, it’s like he’s already imagining the whole scene. And she’s just standing there, leaning against that green luggage, looking like a fucking model. Her expression is neutral, but I can tell she’s thinking about it. About how she’s gonna be the main attraction at the party. How everyone’s gonna be staring at her, imagining all sorts of things. It’s like he’s turning her into his personal plaything, and she’s just gonna go along with it. And then there’s the party itself. It’s gonna be a wild night, that’s for sure. With her dressed like that, it’s gonna be hard for anyone to keep their hands off her. I can just imagine the looks on everyone’s faces when she walks in. The whispers, the stares, the way they’re gonna be undressing her with their eyes. It’s like he’s setting her up to be the main course at a fucking buffet. And she’s just gonna take it, because that’s what he wants. But you know what? That’s just the way it is. She’s his, and he’s gonna do whatever he wants with her. And I’m just the cuckold, watching from the sidelines, wondering what the hell I’m even doing here. It’s a fucked-up situation, but it’s the one we’re in. And there’s no use fighting it. So, I’ll just stand here, watching her, wondering what the night’s gonna bring. And hoping, maybe, that she’ll remember who she belongs to, even if it’s just for a moment.