Zeller entered his office with briefcase in hand on this warm September morning. He was already worried about his re-election campaign as he sat at his desk. He pulled out whatever papers had come with him and got to work. Speaking of, his new secretary was starting today. The old one quit out nowhere. Good riddance. The intercom rang.
“Mayor Zeller?”
“Who is this?”
“Your new secretary, Julia Castrin.”
“Come up.”
Zeller leaned back, running strategies through his mind when the door opened and all rational thought left. Julia stepped in. It was when she was halfway across the room when it clicked. She was pregnant.
“Morning, Mayor. I’m the new secretary.”
“Great.”
Zeller ran down the basics while he was thinking about running himself up her cunt. He had a thing for pregnant women; it was something about those bellies that made him abandon thinking and just lust over them. He’d repressed his urges for a while but wanted to let loose.
“And that’s it.”
“Okay.”
“Just go ahead and go to your desk and we’ll catch up later.”