My day was going pretty good. I had just hired a secretary last week, and man, did that make a big difference. Good god, dealing with the new healthcare exchanges is a pain in the ass; I'm so glad I could get someone to do it.
She was hot, too, and dressed a little bit more provocatively than I would generally condone, but she seemed like a hard worker; she wasn't using her looks to get out of work, and eh, it is a relaxed dresscode environment.
I got an important sales call, and figured I'd have her drive me and, you know, help with the sale. Good looking women always helped with that, and her pantsuit was a little bit shorter and a little bit lower cut than regulation, but she was still pretty professional looking.
So we get to the auto-parts distributor; The meeting goes well; I turn up my pesudo-country boy charm, and successfully convince them that I can handle their datacenter needs, and that I'm the sort of guy they can handle talking to.
One of the guys mentions that the last IT outsourcing company was all Indians, and they couldn't understand a word they said. I laughed my loud big white guy laugh, and kept further comments to myself. I do notice that Roy, one of the junior guys was staring at my new secretary in a really weird way, and my secretary seemed pretty uncomfortable with it.
Eh, I'll do something nice for her later. Sometimes you've gotta do business with pigs.
But my new secretary seems a little off. On our way out the door, she heads to the women's room. I whip out my kindle and read for a bit, while I'm waiting. Out of the corner of my eye, I think I saw someone else going into the bathroom. I didn't really get a look at them, but it was a little odd, as it was a gendered bathroom and I didn't see any other women in the place. I keep reading for a few more minutes; I hear a 'thud' and a muffled cry.
Weird, I think.
I knock on the door and say "Susan? are you ok?" I hear scuffling noises. I open the door, and Roy has Susan's skirt around her waist and her panties around her ankles. The weird thing is that Susan has a dick. Yes, it's a small one, but it's still definitely an outie, not an innie. Roy has his pants down, too, and is trying to stuff his un-lubed cock into Susan's ass.
Now, I'm not much of a fighter, but I'm a big guy, and I'm not in bad shape. It looks like I've got about six inches on Roy. I push him against the wall and he cracks his head pretty good. " He is a man. I knew it, he was that faggot in my gym class. " Roy croaks. "Doesn't that make you a faggot?" I growl, and push him back against the wall again, grabbing his arms and crossing them against his chest, gesturing at his slowly softening cock.
"Susan? call the cops on your cellphone. We should do something about this asshole."
Susan was still crying, and trying not to make any noise. "I can't." she sobs. "They can't find out. Nobody can know."
A lightbulb goes off in the long dormant part of my mind. I can take advantage of this situation.
I stare at Roy for a minute, then I let go. "Get dressed, get out of here. Don't tell anyone, or else I will call the cops and then tell all your friends what a faggot you are. " "Like they will believe you." he scoffs. I point to my thick glasses and say "these are google goggles. I've recorded this whole thing." He lunges for my face, but as he reaches for my glasses I bring my knee up hard, missing his crotch, but landing a pretty good blow to his stomach. He sits back down, looking green. "Now, walk out of here casually, and nobody has to know that you are a disgusting faggot and a rapist, besides."
Now, I wasn't wearing google glasses, of course, they don't even come with prescription frames. But Roy didn't know that, so he walked out of the bathroom.
Then I turn towards Susan. I give her a paper towel, as her makeup is all over her face. Man, if I hadn't seen the cock myself, I'd never have believed it. She had a very pretty face. I am a very straight man, and I'd been admiring her ass ever since she was hired. I helped her stand up and held her for a moment. "It will be okay" I said. "Let's get out of here" I give her my coat; fortunately, it's winter and my jacket is long enough to cover her torn dress. I marvel again; she couldn't be more than 5'2- she really looks like a woman, and a very vulnerable one at that.
She wiped off the worst of her smeared makeup, and followed me out to the car. "Do you need to go home?" I ask, letting her into the back of the towncar. "I'll drive this time." She shook her head. "I can't. I have been living in my truck since I moved out here. I don't have anyone. I have been getting hotel rooms twice a week to shower, but you don't pay me until Monday, and I'm broke. My truck is even out of gas; I have it parked two blocks from your office so nobody will notice." She started crying again. "I don't have anyone."
I get into the driver's seat, so that nobody inside will notice her breakdown. I adjust the rear-view mirror to look at Susan. Her cheeks were still stained with mascara, and she was pulling my coat around her like it was a security blanket. God, I wanted to fuck her right there; I really was way more predatory than I like to think I was. "How old are you, Susan? " I asked. She looked confused. "I'm 21; why is that a question now?" "Just making sure" I say, "Can I see your drivers licence?" She hands it over, and sure enough, '21 in 2013' it says. The photo looks like her. Huh. I wonder how she managed to get a Female drivers license in this state? I hold it up to the light. "Give me your real license" I say, "The one you'd give to the cops if you are pulled over."
She looks at me for a moment, confused. then she pulls out another license; one naming her Thomas. The bar read "21 in 2014" She's legal, thank god.
My good side fights my bad side for a few minutes; you can almost see the shoulder devil bitch-slapping my shoulder angel. My better nature loses, and hard.
"I can help you," I say, "but you have to help me, too. Do you know what I mean?" Susan gets very quiet. Do I push? I look at her in the rear-view window, and I see her smooth, feminine leg, and the curve of her left breast where the jacket isn't quite covering her. I… I am not able to resist.
"What do you mean, Mr. Calley?" she asks in a trembling voice. She knows what I mean. "I can help you out of this situation. I can keep your secret; I can let you keep your job. Hell, I'll give you a raise. I can even give you a place to stay." She looks hopeful, but she knows that the other shoe is about to fall. Nothing in this life is free. "What do I have to do, Mr Calley?" she asks. I take a breath. "You will remain my secretary, but you will also be my mistress. My little slut. I will give you a place to stay, but I have keys, and I can come in any time, day or night, and you will satisfy my needs. I will let you keep your job, but at slow times? I will call you into my office. You will close the door and suck my cock under my desk"
She looked at me. I could tell that she was having a similar battle to what I had, only it was self-preservation that seemed to dominate her face. And was that a little bit of lust I saw in her eyes? Does she get off on this? Maybe. But she was hesitating. "I could also just drop you off here and let you walk back to your car. I could fire you and tell everyone I know about your secret; you'd never work again in this town.
She started crying again. "Yes Mr. Calley, I will… do it." "Good girl" I said and reached back to touch her knee as I started the car.
My wife won't be home for another 30 minutes. But no, that could get messy. Bitch hasn't put out for two weeks, and who knows what she'd think of me bringing some girl home, especially considering what I had in mind for Susan. Ah, I know, the house on Drake is vacant. An ill-advised real-estate investment of mine; I haven't been able to rent the goddamn thing for three months. I take Susan to the vacant condo. On the way I dial my real-estate agent. "Hey, Joe? quit trying to rent the place on Drake. I'm using it myself". "What? you've had two months to rent the place and you failed. Fuck off. I don't care if you had a 'sure thing' today. Cancel it. What? no. You know what? you are fired. " I touch the steering wheel button to hang up. "Incompetent" I grumble.
I pull into the parking lot. "Stay here" I say; I open up the apartment, then open up the garage manually. I then get back into the car and pull in to the garage, and close the door behind us.
I gently help her out of the car. I can't tell if she's happy with me or not; She seems to want to pull away from me and cling to me for support at the same time. I mean, it sounds like she wasn't that far away from sucking dick to pay for her hormones anyhow; at least this way she only has to suck one.
I gently pick her up, and again marvel at her small frame and soft curves. I gingerly carry her into the condo, and into the bedroom. I place her on the bed and turn to leave, assuming she will want to clean up by herself. "Don't leave me tonight" she says.
I return and gently kiss her. "It will be okay." I say, unzipping my pants, "I will take care of you."
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