One of the girls in the office announced that the "Black Widow was coming the next day and everyone fell silent, the other girls in the office looked like rabbits caught in headlights. We prepared as best we could but nothing prepared me for what was to come next. Sure enough at 8.30 0n the dot, she arrived in a smart business suit, a knee length skirt, black jacket, white blouse and her hair tied up in a tight bum. It was hard to tell but she appeared to be her late 40's but a good figure and reasonable attractive if it wasn't for her cold demeanor.
I briefly introduced myself but see cut me off and walked straight into my office, sitting down behind my desk. She introduced herself as Miss Cooper and asked for my interim status report which I duly handed her. Without another word she spent the next 30 minuets reading it, only to pause to mark it with a red pen and the odd sigh. Finally she looked up from the report, folded her arms and stared straight at me.
"So Mr Benson what have you heard about me?"
Struggling to keep my composure I stammered to say that she was very well respected but yet again she stopped me in my tracks.
"Why therefore, knowing my reputation have you made so many mistakes in your report?"
Turning red with both anger and embarrassment I asked what she meant. Turning the report round to face me, now covered in red marks and crosses she pointed out all of my mistakes. Clearly stunned I stumbled through the report, alarmed at my basic mistakes.
"I had heard very good things about you Mrs Benson but judging by this, not so" said Miss Cooper with a steely glint in her eye.
I pointed out whilst there were some minor errors in the number columns the actuals bottom line was correct.
"Unfortunately for you, its in the details and I expect only the best, now sit down and we will go through this together!" She said with an icy tone. I was starting to understand why they called her the Black Widow.
We spent the next 6 or 7 hours going over every single detail and decimal point not once stopping for a break. At some point during the day she took off her jacket and for the first time I realized that she actually had a very nice body. Every now and again I would catch my self staring at her breasts and wondering what she looked at undressed. Finally at the end of the day she stood up and announced that she would be back at the same time tomorrow to review the rest of the accounts and and left.
Shattered and mentally exhausted I realized that I would have to work through the nigh just to get the figures up to her standards.
That night I slept at the office, only stopping to grab a shave and change into a clean shirt. Sure enough, at the same time Miss Cooper turned up and we went through the whole procedure exactly the same as before. this time because of my late night endeavors, there were less mistakes and she seemed to be a little bit more approachable.
Half way through the day Miss Cooper said "Not a bad effort, a bit of an improvement on yesterday".
Jokingly trying to break the ice, I suggested that it sounded like a school report.
"Well its a good job its not, otherwise you would be straight in front of the Headmaster' She said with a stern voice.
The day progressed and we worked our way through the paper work. At some point I ended up sitting next to her working on some figures and I could feel her body heat. Somehow I found this a bit of a turn on and started to get a hard on. Starting to feel flustered I desperately tried to think anything but every time I looked across I found myself looking down her blouse at breasts.