Under Angelina's Ass: A Boss Girls Production (WMV Low Resolution)
In a dimly lit office, the bustling sounds of business were punctuated by the occasional sharp intake of breath. Angelina, a striking and confident woman in her late thirties, stood at the front of the room, her eyes fixing on a subordinate cowering beneath her. Dressed in a tight pair of black denim jeans that clung to every inch of her curvy figure, she towered over the terrified young man who found himself pinned beneath her.
"Now then, what have we here?" Angelina purred, her powerful thighs cutting off all circulation to his lower body. She leaned down so close that their faces were almost touching, her breath hot against his cheek. "You seem to have something of mine...don't you?"
The young man quickly shook his head, his heart racing in his chest. He glanced up at her, noting the look of contempt in her eyes as she sneered down at him. His hands trembled as he scrambled to retrieve an object from his pocket, tears forming in the corners of his eyes at the thought of disappointing his superior.
"Oh, do you now?" Angelina taunted, wrapping her hand around his chin and forcing his head to look up at her. "What could possibly be worth all this trouble?"
The young man swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in fear as he pulled out a small USB drive from his pocket. It was engraved with intricate patterns and bore a resemblance to something precious to Angelina. She narrowed her eyes and slowly reached out with her free hand, pinching his lower lip between her thumb and forefinger.
"Tsk tsk...such a clumsy one," she murmured, her voice dangerously soft. "But I suppose beggars can't be choosers." She then gave a sharp yank, snapping the USB drive out of his grasp and into her own.
"You could at least look where you're going next time," she growled, straightening back up to her full height and casting him aside like a worthless pawn. The young man hit the floor with a pained grunt, cradling his suddenly sore groin as he stared up at her in shock.
Angelina smirked down at him, her ass cheeks letting out a satisfying squelch as she squeezed them together. "Now then," she purred, turning to address the rest of the room. "As much as I enjoy toying with incompetents, we do have work to do."
With that, she stepped away from the young man, leaving him whimpering in a pool of humiliation. The room fell silent as she walked towards her desk, her hips swaying hypnotically beneath her skintight jeans. A collective gasp echoed through the office as the full impact of her backside hit them - she had her legs spread wide, offering a clear view of her ass and its plump, round cheeks.
She casually tossed the USB drive onto her desk, not sparing it a second glance as she settled into her chair. The leather swallowed her up, accentuating the curves of her body. She leaned back, her arms folded across her chest, watching as everyone in the room grew more and more uncomfortable. Their eyes fixed on her ass, unable to tear themselves away from the mesmerizing sight.
Angelina smirked to herself, enjoying the power trip immensely. This was why she loved being in charge - having complete and total control over those around her. She watched as one brave (or perhaps foolish) soul finally broke the silence, their voice trembling with fear.
"Um...w-what d-do we do n-now?"
She laughed, the sound echoing throughout the room. "Now," she said, her tone dripping with venom, "you'll all learn the true meaning of submission."
Without warning, she swiveled her chair around to face them, her hand slipping casually into her panties. The subtle rustling of fabric was the only sound in the room as she began to pleasure herself, her other hand reaching down to grab ahold of her expensive pencil skirt.
"You all have something that can serve me," she purred, her fingers playing with the hem of her skirt. "So why not make yourselves useful?"
With that, she dove back into her work, her eyes never leaving the screen. The sounds of muffled moans and shuffling chairs filled the air as everyone in the room began to focus on their own tasks, their free hands discreetly fiddling with their own undergarments.
Angelina sat back in her chair, taking a moment to survey her domain. She could feel the tension in the air, could practically taste it. This was her greatest pleasure - watching them squirm under her control, their minds and bodies debasing themselves to serve her every whim.
And for today at least, they would all be directly under her ass.
