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I warned your step-mother when I was hired to be her personal trainer that if she didn’t get herself together that a hotter more superior woman would come and steal her husband away. I could see that she struggled with my intense training sessions, especially when your step-father kept coming to check in and sneak a peek of me in my tight workout clothes. I’m surprised your step-mother was so shocked when she caught us in bed together. He decided to divorce her broke ass leaving her penniless and nowhere to go, then quickly moving me into the master bedroom. Now that she’s gone, I’m going to need a new client to train. I guess I could start with my new fat slob of a stepson. I can see by that tiny tent in your shorts at the idea of working out with your hot sweaty stepmom excites you, but I assure you our sessions will be even more miserable and humiliating than when I trained your worthless step-mother.

I was called into my boss’ office to discuss my behavior at work. Apparently, the men around the office have been complaining about how I’ve been treating my fellow coworkers. You accuse me of being insubordinate and a distraction, but the reason I’m able to “walk all over” the boys in the office is because they are ALL weak. In fact, you are just like them; weak, pathetic, and using me as an excuse for your pisspoor work ethic. Maybe you should be firing them instead for allowing their emotions to effect their performance. The truth is that my existence in the office just drives them crazy. Men don’t like seeing a successful woman in charge, and they are intimidated that I’m gunning for their jobs. I’m a valuable asset to this company, and you can’t afford to lose me to another competitor just because the men I work with got their pride hurt. You can’t even make eye contact with me, clearly something else has you distracted. I cross my legs catching your wandering eyes sneaking a peek at my panties. Perhaps I’ll just go straight to HR for your inappropriate behavior and mismanaging your staff. Face it, I have you and the rest of the men at this office wrapped around my finger. From now on I will be setting my own schedule, and I plan on making a lot of changes around here…

I don’t like to hire men, only women because they actually WORK and get their jobs done. Men are overrun with testosterone leading to many opportunities to get distracted at work, especially around their female coworkers. I can see it on their faces (and on their Internet search history on company time) that all they can think about is fucking my employees and not those reports I need yesterday. However, I decided to make an exception for you since the women I was originally interviewing for this position were way overqualified. You see, I needed someone that will keep my office organized, run errand, get coffee for everyone, and do all the grunt work. This is a “Service Role” and men typically have problems working for a female boss. Which is why I’m so impressed that you’ve been working for 6 months at my company. I had a feeling you were different from most men I’ve worked with before. You just really embraced your service role so naturally, almost as if you were born to be a Beta Subordinate to those in power. Why don’t you step into my office, and let’s discuss your future here at my company.

My office is full of a bunch of spineless men running around doing errands for me. It’s hard to keep track of so many Beta servants, willing to overlook their terrible jobs just to work for a hot boss. You’re just like the rest of them, if not worse, nothing but another one of my insects working yourself to exhaustion for your queen. Being so busy running an empire, I don’t have the time to remember your name, so I refer to you as my “Desk Boy.” That’s essentially the entirety of your job description. The boy he waits at my desk for whatever task I demand. It might be getting me coffee or even answering my phone, but I also need my Desk Boy to be more hands on. You will do anything I say, even if it means rubbing my tired feet. Men will do anything to get ahead in this world, even if it means being used by their superior. You will earn your promotion by worshipping my beautifully sweaty pantyhose and feet. I’ll pop off my designer high heels and rest my perfect feet on your back. Maybe your job title should include “Foot Stool” too.