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It had been nearly a month since that fateful afternoon and still my eyes followed Melody wherever she went during my eight hour gauntlet or what most of you call...work. It had been weeks since I'd been blackmailed into an afternoon tryst with my boss and the images of her massive frame nude haunted me. She for her part went about business as usual never taking the time to talk to me off the cuff like she'd done in the days leading up to the event. I found myself dying to talk to her on a more personal level but Melody kept things strictly business. No one was the wiser regarding our "hook-up" but I still felt somewhat compromised and aloof from my coworkers. My evening were little different with images of her humongous ass taunting me in surprising wet dreams that ended with me talking matters into my own hands if you know what I mean.

"We need to talk; I want you to stay after work." She had walked up to my station completely catching me off guard (I was day dreaming about her if my reddened face was any indication.).

"Yes ma'am."

"Cut it out with that ma'am shit; I'm not that old." In truth she was thirty-two years of age and rumored to be in a rather turbulent marriage to a younger guy. There were numerous photos of children on her desk but no one ever bothered or cared to ask about their relationship to the widely disliked employer. I'd taken up people watching due to the fact that my job as a teller involved an inordinate amount of standing and I could tell that she seemed to be troubled even on her best day.

"I've called you in today to discuss some issues I have with your work; the quality of which as dropped considerably. You seem less than focused as of late." Her childish voice still rankled me a bit and I didn't know how to answer her. Every time I looked in her direction my mind was drawn back to the cheap, dirty motel room we'd shared.

"Uhm; yeah Mrs. Santos." Was all I could manage and it frustrated me because I didn't like the power she had over me due to my indiscretion with a high school student and the resultant blackmail that led to that afternoon romp.

"Is that really all you have to say; I'm sure you can give me a little more to go on than that!" Melody was definitely irritated by the monosyllabic answer shed received.

"Sorry Mrs. Santos; I'll do better." I stole a quick glance at her roundish face which scowled in my direction. Her granny glasses sat on the end of her thin nose and they made her eyes appear small and beady. Her thin lips assisted the rest of her face in looking tragically cartoonish. She usually kept her hair up in manner that made her look older than she actually preferring to wear it down during social gatherings. I knew firsthand how much she liked having her back length hair pulled while being taken from behind and the memory caused a slight stirring downstairs.

"That's really all you have to say; not even questioning me?" She leaned forward peering into my face for some understanding and making me momentarily uncomfortable.

"Ma'am, I mean Mrs. Santos-I'm just admitting that I'm going to do better and uhm, well I don't want to disappoint you!" I didn't realize how much I was stammering as she leaned back in her chair taking stock of what was in front of her.

"I get it; you're still bent out of shape about that little favor I did for you a couple of weeks ago. It's fucking with you huh?"

"Excuse me?" I knew exactly what she was talking about but didn't want to give her the satisfaction of acknowledging our past.

"Don't bullshit me; you're bummed that you had to fuck a fat girl and every time you see me it gets to you. What's the matter; can't get it up anymore?" Melody was looking at everything in the room but my face. She kind of swiveled in her chair a bit resting her interlocked fingers on top of her prodigious belly.

"Hey that's not it ma'am." I disagreed in a confused tone trying to figure güvenilir bahis out how to convey some unsaid attraction between.

"Whatever; don't you have something to do?"

"Wait."

"GET OUT OF MY OFFICE ASSWIPE!!" There was more than a little emotion in her outburst as I hit the narrow corridor back to the floor. I'd wanted to follow up on our one-time thing but she just shattered that train of thought by kicking me out of her office. The building was all but deserted as I closed out my station and began counting my cash. From the moment I'd taken the job, Melody had haunted my shadow with leering glances, inappropriate touching and comments. I'd successfully marginalized her or so I thought until I'd made the mistake hooking up with a young criminal. The resultant blackmail had left me in the most compromising of positions under her Jurassic ass. Surprise, surprise I'd ended up liking it way more than I'd anticipated. Part of me hated her for taking advantage of a situation but deep down what Melody had done was no different than what any morally challenged frat boy would have done when presented with an unconscious coed. An opportunity had presented itself and Melody Santos had taken full advantage of it.

I just didn't like her smug "I GOT YOU" attitude or her entitled, sarcastic demeanor.

"FAT BITCH!!" I suddenly blurted out to no one in particular my rage so palpable that it forced its way out of my subconscious. I realized that I'd been avoiding the crappy reason we'd hooked 'up and my shame for the wild thoughts that followed. I'd stopped counting my cash staring in panic across the room as I realized my boss was looking directly at me from across the lobby. She looked frozen in place with this sort of incredulous expression on her face. There was a folder hanging from one of her chubby hands the contents of which lie scattered on the carpet.

"Fuck you." She whispered back before lumbering to the back with a shrill, childish whine. My heart had leapt into my throat at the sight of her and I knew my job was toast. I quietly began packing up my things figuring that I would rather have the authorities pick me up at home when Melody exposed me. I rolled to the back where the breakroom was situated to pick up some Tupperware when I heard a loud crash.

"What the-?" Something extremely heavy had impacted the floor and I had a hard time pushing the door open as my ears were assailed with an excruciating scraping sound. There was no way of preparing for the sight waiting on the other side of the door as I was treated to the "Full Monty" of Melody Santos' humongous ass as she appeared to be hunched over the remains of our vending machine. It was one of those old rectangular models that sat on very thin metal legs. I guess she'd put too much weight on the machine reaching into the slot for some candy. There were snicker bars, Red Vines and M