Flannelled grey skirt suit
And stockinged legs,
With black high heels.
To her bed, she begged.

Taking notes of important trivia,
In pursuit of the highest position,
In a man’s world dominated by
Dicks and wannabe politicians.

Her blonde hair flicked,
Her lips lipsticked,
She smiled broadly,
Killing every man in the room.

“What do you think?” she asked.
A look around the table
Showed that we were unable
To think of anything else but her.

“You,” she said, pointing at me
“I need your input. Report to me”
“At a quarter past three.”
“Don’t disappoint me.”

Laden with facts and charts
Which she swiftly thrust aside,
“Are you really stupid?” she asked.
“I don’t think so,” I said, surprised.

“I’m the new CEO,” she exclaimed,
“I don’t need men to help me win.”
“I only want you for joy,”
“Here, you can begin.”

She lifted her skirt and pulled me toward her,
Lowered my head down onto her puss.
I licked her sweet hairless mound.
She didn’t need to push.

“Not bad at all,” she exclaimed,
Juices streaming down her thigh.
“I'll let you be on my team,”
“Terms and conditions apply.”

Having bent her over her desk,
And thoroughly filled her from behind,
She made me her right-hand man.
Sometimes the left. She didn’t mind.