Bossing the Bear: A Femme's Anal Interview

I sat in the plush leather chair, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for Mustache Mark to finish up a phone call. I couldn't help but notice his gaze lingering on my chest, but I didn't mind. I was confident in my femininity and sexuality, and I wasn't afraid to use it to my advantage.

"Sorry about that," Mustache Mark said, hanging up the phone and adjusting his tie. "I'm Mark, by the way. It's nice to meet you."

I stood up and extended my hand, a sly smile playing on my lips. "I'm sure it is. I'm the one you've been waiting for."

Mark's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly regained his composure. "Yes, of course. Have a seat. I've been looking forward to this interview. I must say, your qualifications are very impressive."

I batted my eyelashes, playing the coquette. "Oh, I'm sure they are. I always aim to exceed expectations."

Mark chuckled, clearly enjoying the flirtatious banter. "I can see that. Well, I think we've covered everything. Do you have any questions for me?"

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk. "Just one. Do you have a problem with strong, controlling women?"

Mark raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Not at all. In fact, I find them very attractive."

I smirked, knowing I had him hooked. "Good. Because I'm not afraid to take what I want."

Mark stood up, offering me his hand. "Well then, I'm glad to have you on board. I have a proposition for you. I need to stop by my house to pick up some documents for the job. Would you mind if I gave you a ride?"

I took his hand, feeling the spark between us. "Not at all. I'd love to see where you live."

Mark's car was sleek and luxurious, just like I had imagined. We made small talk on the drive, but I couldn't help but feel the tension building between us. I could tell that Mark was attracted to me, and I wasn't afraid to play with fire.

"So, Mark," I said, turning to face him. "What do you like to do for fun?"

Mark cleared his throat, trying to keep his cool. "I like to read, play golf, that sort of thing. And what about you?"

I leaned closer, my lips inches from his ear. "I like to take control. I like to be in charge."

Mark's breath hitched, and I knew I had him. We pulled up to his house, and he invited me inside. I could sense his nervousness, but I played along, teasing him and making him even more anxious.

Finally, Mark couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed me, pulling me close and kissing me passionately. I responded, my hands exploring his body as we started undressing each other. Mark led me to his bedroom, and we continued our passionate encounter, with Mark taking me from behind.

As we lay there, our bodies entwined, I smiled to myself. I had gotten what I wanted, and I had enjoyed every minute of it. I was a strong, controlling woman, and I wasn't afraid to show it.