I Accidentally Called My Boss Mom Pt. 2

I woke up Friday morning, showered, located the cards Amanda gave me, and was on my way. My first stop was the hairdresser. I pulled up to the shop in my beat up daily driver and immediately felt out of place. This was a place for rich people, not me. The sign was gold, the floor marble, the seats leather, and the people wealthy. I took a breath, calmed my nerves, and strode inside the double doors. The receptionist was front and center at a large counter. I walked up and asked for Miranda. She gave me a dumbfounded look, but pointed me to the back left corner of the shop. There, a thick and curvy woman with bright yellow hair was waiting. I walked through and introduced myself.

“Hi, I’m Mark. Amanda told me that you know what she wants me to look like.” I said, with no hesitation.

Miranda looked taken aback for a second, then studied me. “Really . .” She said, wistfully. She looked me up and down, then smiled wickedly before quickly biting her lip. After a few moments she chuckled. “I guess she found what she was looking for.” She said in a measured tone.

I smiled faintly.

Am I a fantasy for Amanda she finally gets to act on?

Miranda clapped her hands together. “Right! Let’s make you perfect.” She said seductively.

Miranda was thicker and deceptively beautiful. Her features were rounded, her eyes strikingly blue, and her breasts and butt curvy and plump. Once she sat me down in the chair she made sure that I knew that she could play the game. She gave me lingering touches, dragged her large breasts against me, and made pointed comments whenever she noticed a tent forming at my waist.

She designed my hair to be cut shorter on the bottom with a longer flow at the top. It didn’t seem like she did much work at all, as most of the time was spent flirting with me, but I looked completely different.

“Okay, here’s your new style. Keep it this way daily so that it starts flowing like this naturally.” She demanded.

“Thank you so much. It looks incredible, really.” I stood up, taken aback by myself in the mirror.

“It looks incredible because it’s on you, pretty boy.” She winked, and moved past me, brushing her ass against my crotch deliberately. I thanked her and paid using Amanda’s card.

“I’ll make Amanda send you to me again soon.” She said mischievously.

“Be careful what you wish for.” I said, flirting back. She faked looking shocked, smiling, then shooed me off.

The next stop was the suit place, which was decidedly less fun. I spent an hour being measured by a grumpy old man, and another waiting for the suit to be tailored. I finally managed to escape with a sharp grey suit and red shirt, and I opted not to get a tie. Since I was only going to be a personal assistant, I figured I could get away with leaving a few shirt buttons undone to show some chest.

I finally drove to the last destination. I entered the coffee shop and was about to order when I realized the cashier was my gym crush. She was 5’6”, around my age, half black with dark green eyes and poofy natural hair. I hadn’t seen her in several days, and getting to talk to her made me excited.

You don’t need to worry about rejection, since you have Amanda.

“Hey! You go to the gym down the street, don’t you? I’m Mark, I’ve seen you there a few times.” I said pleasantly.

She squinted at me. “Um. Yeah, hey.” She pointed to her name tag. It said ‘Kiya’.

“Did you change your hair? It looks really nice.”

“Oh.” She looked surprised. “Well, my friends said I have to stop straightening it and let it go back to being natural, otherwise it’ll get damaged. I’m not sure I like it though.”

I shrugged. “Your friends seem smart, it really suits you.”

She looked down, probably trying to figure out if I was being genuine or not. “Are you ready to order?”

“Right! Sorry.” I pulled a piece of paper from my breast pocket, unfolded it and slid it over the counter.

“They warned me about this order.” She chuckled nervously.

“I thought it would be easier to deal with if it was all written down.”

She took the paper and started tapping on her screen. “It is, actually. So what do you do at this three hundred dollar coffee order company?” She looked me up and down.

Gonna brag or be honest?

“Certified office bitch.” I grinned. “I don’t actually know what this company even does.” I laughed.

She giggled. “Most guys would say they’re the CEO or something.”

I smiled. “I’m patiently waiting for my promotion.” I joked. “Are you gonna hit the gym tonight?”

She looked at me crazy. “It’s Friday night! My friends and I are going to the club.” She finished with the order, and took my card.

“If you change your mind, I’ll be there.” I took the receipt she’d just printed off. “Thank you-“

Is it K-I-ya, or K-ee-ya?

“K-I-ya.” I said confidently.

She beamed at me. “You pronounced it right.”

I smiled, left a generous tip on the receipt, and instead of signing I wrote ‘The gym is way more fun than the club. Promise.’

I said goodbye and took the coffees and left. Soon I made it to the office and passed out everyone’s coffee. I received several compliments from the men about my new look, and many lingering stares from the women. Once I finished handing them out, I made my way to Amanda’s office. Gordon wasn’t at his desk, so I knocked and entered.

Amanda was sitting at her desk speaking on the phone. She watched me enter and gazed at me. She told whoever was on the phone that she would have to call them back later. I turned around and clicked the door lock as she hung up.

“Ma’am, I-“ I stammered.

She waited, twirling her fingers in her hair. She looked me up and down like I was a menu, deciding what she wanted to eat.

“I’d like to repay you for yesterday, Ma’am.” I said purposefully.

Her face lit up. Clearly that had pleased her. She slowly stood, and rearranged her desk so it was clear. She quietly stepped around her desk and I realized that not only was she barefoot again, but she was also wearing the same tight black dress she had during our interview. She walked gingerly to the front of the desk, and deftly pushed herself up so she was sitting on it with her legs dangling off.

She gestured down and whispered, “Partake.”

I swallowed and nodded. I was fully erect in seconds from the mere sight of her like this.

I strode toward the desk, stopping in front of her. I knelt down on my knees and sat on my heels. She hurriedly shimmied her dress above her hips, and I saw her beautiful thighs were squished from her sitting, making them look even bigger. She had her legs pressed together, and I could see skimpy black lace panties clinging to her hips. I started at her knees, my hands traveled up the side of her thighs and hooked her panties, slowly pulling them down as she lifted herself slightly. I pulled them all the way down past her ankles and let them fall.

I saw her feet, and without thinking I cupped her heel and brought her toes to my mouth. I swirled my tongue between her toes as she gasped in surprise.

Not right now. Eat.

I regained my composure and pulled her foot away. I lifted her feet, spread her legs, and draped them over my shoulders. I stared at her pussy.