You are Tom, a low level employee at a large bank. Your boss Alison is very attracted to you and does everything in her power to get in your pants. You spend most of your time trying to avoid her advances. You're currently working on a report. "Hi Tom." says Alison. She is standing over your desk and wearing a low cut shirt. You can see her large breast right in front of your face. You try not to look and continue working. Alison sits down on the edge of your desk and moves her face close to yours.
"You're looking good today Tom." whispers Alison. She is so close you can feel her breath on your face.
"Thanks." you say trying not to make eye contact. You stare at her large breast and see a small hint of nipple.
You say "What can I do for you Alison?"
"So many things Tom." says Alison.
"Like what?"
"Well, we can start with a nice lunch today." She says.
You can't refuse to have lunch with Alison, she's very powerful, she's a vice president and you're only an analyst. You agree to have lunch. Alison is very happy and says she knows a great place to eat. A bit later you're in a high class restaurant sitting across from Alison. She orders a bottle of expensive wine. You don't usually drink, she keeps pouring so you end up drinking several glasses. A couple hours later you're tipsy and so is Alison. It loosens her inhibitions even more than usual. She leans over and whispers in your ear.
"You're a very attractive man Tom." she says.
Woozily you try to think of a way to get out of it without offending her.
"Alison, you're attractive too, but you're my boss, it could cause problems." you say.
"No one will say anything." she says and puts her hand on top of yours.
"Alison." you say but she interrupts you.
"I need a man like you around, you're strong, I can see that."
"Alison I..." you start to say.
"Shhhhh... don't talk." she says and moves closer to you.
You feel her breast against your arm. You try to move away but she grabs your arm and turns you to face her.
"Alison, stop." you say trying to sound firm.
"Don't make a scene Tom, lots of clients come to eat here." she says as she slips her hand between your legs discreetly.
"Alison..."
"Does this feel good?" she says and starts rubbing your crotch. You try to stop her and push her hands away.
"Let me go!" you say and stand up.
You leave the restaurant and go back to the office without her. She doesn't try to follow you. Later that evening you go home and try to put the day's events out of your mind. The next day she comes over to your desk and acts as if nothing happened. She's back to being her usual self, a demanding boss. She calls you in her office.
"Tom, I need this report done by the end of the week." she says.
"But you said at the end of the month." you point out.
"Tom, prove to me that you're more than a set of esthetically pleasing genitals." She says smiling and looking at your crotch.
You are outraged that she would be so insulting and forward but there is nothing you can do. You need your job, and you can't report her since there are no witnesses and there is a culture of tolerating this kind of stuff from high powered women such as her. You go back to your desk fuming.