Chapter 2 Jenny Sends Me a Boob Photo at the Office

I chose not to continue my conversation with Jenny, opting for sleep instead.

That night, I was swept up in a vivid dream where I found myself hiking with Jenny. The dream led to a close moment with her on the mountainside, an exciting experience that stayed with me the next day at work.

At the office, I sat down at my desk and noticed Jenny as she walked in. She was dressed professionally, her makeup perfectly done. She looked stunning, but her serious expression made her seem unapproachable and intimidating.

The sight of Jenny brought back memories of our conversation the night before. I chuckled at the difference between her serious work demeanor and her flirtatious private behavior. Suddenly, I felt uneasy under her intense gaze. Could she have realized I was the Mighty Tige she had been talking to?

"John Cena! Come to my office!" she commanded.

"Okay!" I responded, following her into her office, my nerves on edge. I was not only worried about being recognized by Jenny but also feared her criticism. As a newcomer to the company, I was often bullied by the older employees, my performance consistently overshadowed by theirs. This resulted in poor evaluations and frequent reprimands from Jenny.

"John!" Jenny called my name, her face stern.

"Yes!" I responded, standing as straight as a soldier.

"Why is your performance so poor? You're simply useless! If you can't improve your performance, just get out of the company!" she berated me. Despite my attempts to explain my situation to Jenny earlier, she had brushed off my words and continued to reprimand me harshly. I chose to stay silent, lowering my head in acknowledgment of my mistake.

Finally, she dismissed me from her office. Walking back to my desk, I felt a simmering anger just beneath the surface. From where I sat, I could see Jenny through the glass wall of her office, her stern and serious demeanor a stark a stark contrast to the unrestrained flirt she had been online. Jenny was indeed a master of pretense.

In a bid to retaliate against Jenny's harsh words, I pulled out my phone and sent her a message.

Mighty Tiger: [Baby, I miss you...]

After sending the message, I looked up at Jenny in her office as she received my message. Her response was swift.

Sexy Kitten: [I'm at work!]

Unfazed, I shot back with a message.

Mighty Tiger: [So what if you're at work? You're just my slave, I can find you anytime!]

Jenny quickly sent an apologetic message.

Sexy Kitten: [I'm sorry, master, I was wrong!]

Seeing her apology, I couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. She had scolded me fiercely just moments ago, but now she was apologizing obediently.

I continued to send messages to Jenny, pushing the boundaries.

Sexy Kitten: [I want to see your boobs, send me a photo of your boobs!]

Jenny pleaded: [Master, I'm at work. Can I send you it when I get home?]

Mighty Tiger: [No! You must send the photo now! This is my command, you must execute it!]

I was curious to see how far she would go. I didn't think she would actually send the photo. However, to my surprise, Jenny stood up in her office and drew the curtains. I couldn't see what she was doing, but two minutes later, a photo arrived on my phone. It was a photo of Jenny's boobs!

I was shocked and excited. Shocked that Jenny had dared to send such a photo from the office, and excited by the sight of her perfectly proportioned boobs and her pink nipples. I found myself fantasizing about rushing into her office and sucking Jenny's nipples hard!

Just then, I was interrupted by the scent of perfume and the sound of Lily Wilson's voice scolding me. "John! What are you doing! Why aren't you working during work hours? Why are you playing with your phone!"

Lily Wilson was my immediate superior, and Jenny was her boss. Lily was known for her harsh treatment of me, often scolding me in front of my colleagues and even taking credit for my work.

Lily continued to yell at me, "You useless thing, if I catch you playing with your phone during work hours again, I will dock your pay!" I was infuriated. Lily often played with her phone during work hours, yet she had the audacity to threaten to dock my pay for doing the same.

As if her words weren't enough, Lily attempted to snatch my phone, demanding to see who I was chatting with. Panic surged through me. There was still a photo of Jenny's boobs on my phone, and if Lily saw it, she would undoubtedly tell Jenny.

I refused to hand over my phone, but Lily was insistent. In the ensuing struggle, Lily lost her balance and fell towards me. Since I was seated, her ample chest landed directly on my face. Lily was wearing a low-cut outfit, the fabric thin, and she wasn't wearing a bra. I could clearly feel the softness of her boobs against my face, even catching a whiff of a milky scent.

Lily quickly got up, her face flushed with anger. She slapped me and accused me of sexual harassment. "You dirty pervert! Dare to touch my boobs with your dirty face. You sexually harassed me!" she shouted.

I felt very wronged. It was Lily who had fallen and pressed her boobs against my face, not the other way around. Yet, I was the one being accused of sexual harassment. Lily didn't stop at accusing me, she loudly proclaimed to all our colleagues that I had sexually harassed her.

The commotion drew Jenny out of her office. Lily complained to Jenny about my supposed misconduct. Jenny was furious, comforting Lily while scolding me, "You shameless pervert, how dare you sexually harass your superior! Apologize to Lily now!"

I tried to explain my side of the story, but Jenny wouldn't hear it. She insisted that I apologize to Lily, threatening to fire me if I didn't comply.