June’s POV
Tuesday arrived a week after my fifty-five-year-old grey-haired boss said he would discuss giving me a substantial pay rise. He gave me the day off, I guess, so the rest of the staff wouldn’t get suspicious of me lingering back late. The women there were already very jealous of me and wished I’d get a job somewhere else.
I was to turn up at 6 pm, late enough for the office to be well and truly closed in case any staff member was delayed getting out. I used the day to carefully prepare for my vital meeting.
I thought wearing something very executive-looking might be the way to go instead of my usual prick-teasing mini skirts that only just covered my firm, shapely buttocks. I wanted to be as alluring as possible to make him more generous than he might want to be, so I decided
