My Boss is my Hucow?

by Bessie Hucow

Book Cover: My Boss is my Hucow?

Having landed his first job in six months, John was worried about fitting in. Whenever he’d pass by his co-workers they’d moo at him. He had no idea why, but he figured it was just an office joke. They also told him that the last four employees of his position had quit after a week. That scared the crap out him.

His new boss was a very attractive, red-haired cougar with long legs and large breasts. Why would they all quit?

At the end of his first day’s shift, he found out. Veronica, his new boss, is harboring a secret. As a powerful exec, she needs someone to tend to her needs. Will John wimp out and quit like all the others? Or will he become the dominant bull of his new boss? If he does stay, will he take his new Hucow boss hard and without protection?

Take a peek inside to whet your appetite. Read on to find out the answers.

Excerpt:

"Mr. Stevenson, all your qualifications look good. We here at the company welcome you into our ranks of professional, dedicated employees of the company. Congratulations!"

I smiled, even though my heart was pounding in my chest. It had been six long months of job searching before I stumbled upon this. The lady who offered me the job, was also going to be my new boss. I was to be her male secretary. Unthinkable just a few decades ago, I guess this sort of thing is more commonplace nowadays. I didn't care who I was working for, I was just grateful I could put meat on my family's table.

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My first assignment was a tour of the building; where the break-room was, the co-workers, restrooms, that sort of thing. As one of her assistants toured me around the building, I noticed something odd going on. Whenever I walked past my coworkers, they'd begin mooing and giggling. I couldn't understand it. I was a fit twenty-year-old, so they surely couldn't be calling me a cow or anything. My fly wasn't undone, nothing stuck in my teeth. But they kept mooing like it was some kind of inside joke or something. I just shrugged my broad shoulders and kept my head down.

Perhaps it was some kind of hazing ritual or something. Yeah, that was it! I mooed back at one of them and they all busted up laughing.

In the break-room later that day, one of them took me aside and whispered in my ear.

"You may be new around here, but do you do realize that Veronica has gone through about five personal secretaries in as many weeks?" Even though I pressed him, he wouldn't say more. Others told me that she always made unreasonable demands and that's why no one wanted to work for her.

It bothered me that so many people thought so little of my new boss. She was a very pretty, fiery red-head. She towered over most men, standing about six-foot and she dressed absolutely impeccably. She was the definition of woman empowerment. Intimidating, perhaps, but anyone that tall would be intimidating.

Regardless, the rest of the day I had butterflies in my stomach. I really needed this job and was willing to do pretty much anything. I mean - you know - even dropping off her laundry or picking her kids up from school. I wasn't beneath any of that. But something whispered in the back of my mind. Was I going to be the sixth? What could possibly cause five desperate secretaries to quit after a week?

And what was up with all the mooing every time I - or my boss, for that matter - passed by?

That night as I was finishing up my first day of training, it was quitting time and I was getting my stuff together when Veronica called me into her private office. Oh God, I wondered what I'd done wrong.

"Hello, John. How'd your first day go?" She asked pleasantly as she closed the door behind me and locked it.

I gulped. "Fine. Great. Nice office you've got here," I remarked. Her office sat on the top floor of a fifteen-story building in the center of downtown. The views were tremendously gorgeous. I looked around the room and saw that she had pretty much everything you'd expect for an exec: a couch, table, chairs, nice paintings on the walls and even her own break room with private toilet. I was suitably impressed.

"I'm glad to hear of it. John, why don't you take a seat over there on the couch and make yourself comfortable. I'll grab some coffee and be right back, okay?"

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About the Author

Bessie Hucow is a cow. She likes doing cow things such as mooing and eating grass. She also likes to write very dirty stories. How does a cow write dirty stories? Simple, she nicked a computer and brought it into her barn where she writes under lamplight in the middle of the night when all her humans think she's asleep.

Why? To bring you the very best stories that a cow can write.


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