Ann looked out through the car window as she recalled how her first sexual encounter with her boss started.

It was three weeks ago, after she had been offered the job to work as a waiter. She had resumed earlier the next day and had arrived at the cafe five minutes earlier. Although, Favy was alone inside the cafe, cleaning up the little mess on the ground with a grumpy look on her face. She never smiled, she always had an angry face whenever she spotted Ann around.

"The boss said you should clean his office". Favy said as she deepened her hand inside her uniform pocket and brought out...