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Authors name: Looney (address withheld by request)
Story title : Saturday at the Office
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Saturday at the Office (MF, nc, v, bd, tort, sn)
by Looney (address withheld by request)
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Susan finds that sleeping your way to the top can be
hazardous to your health.
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It was early Saturday morning, and given that, Susan was
doing something very unusual for her: she was going to
the office. Susan worked as an administrative assistant
for a mid-size firm, and what made her going to work
this morning especially unusual was that Susan had
volunteered to do this as a favor to a co-worker.
Under normal circumstances, Susan would never do a favor
for a co-worker, but of course, she had an ulterior
motive in this case: she wanted to get close to the
boss. You see, Susan had been fucking and backstabbing
her way through life in an all-consuming effort to get
what she wanted.
Susan had certainly had her share of success doing this,
but it had also cost her two marriages and several
positions when her machinations had been discovered, and
now well into her 40's she was starting to get
desperate. This was her chance.
Susan had fair skin, blue eyes, and dark brown hair that
curled up on her shoulders and that she wore in bangs
that ended just above her eyebrows. She was average
height, but she had a nice, tight body for her age.
Her greatest weapon was her extreme self-confidence,
some might say arrogance that allowed her to manipulate
people expertly, at least for a while. Of late she had
started to wonder if she was losing her touch, and then
along came this, the perfect opportunity to re-affirm
that she indeed was all that.
To assist in her scheme, she had carefully chosen her
clothing that morning. Susan was wearing a tight, black,
rib-knit turtleneck sweater, a black and white hounds
tooth skirt, black opaque silk ribbed sandalfoot
pantyhose, and black high heeled open toe slide sandals,
held on by the two straps across her feet.
She had also painted her fingernails and toenails a
striking red. This was one of Susan's favorite outfits,
and wearing it today she felt certain of success.
Susan got to the office as she hoped, before the boss.
She went to the break room to fix herself a cup of
coffee.
She was still there when the boss showed up. Susan
immediately went into her act, and in fact was extremely
aggressive in her flirtation and suggestive behavior.
Somewhat to her surprise, the boss reciprocated quickly,
and soon they were wrapped around each other, the hands
of the boss reaching inside Susan's skirt and her black
underwear, then up underneath her black turtleneck and
matching black bra.
Susan was ecstatic! Her scheme had worked even beyond
her expectations, her arrogance fully restored. She
didn't especially find the boss attractive, but she knew
what he could do for her, and that made all the
difference to Susan. It had been a while since Susan had
been this pleased with herself.
They finally broke the embrace. Susan straightened up
her hair, her black turtleneck, her skirt, her
pantyhose, and tucked her feet snugly into her high
heeled sandals. Her boss then asked her for a favor. Of
course, she said. He pulled out two pairs of handcuffs,
connected by a chain. The boss wanted Susan to let him
hogtie her!
Susan laughed and told him he couldn't be serious. The
boss started pleading with her, telling her how
beautiful she was, that this was his fantasy, that if
she did this she could have anything she wanted.
Flushed with confidence and vanity, Susan agreed. She
got up on the bench of one of the break room tables on
her stomach, and put her arms up above her back and her
feet up right next to her hands. The boss put one pair
of handcuffs on her wrists, over the sleeves of her
black turtleneck, and the other on her ankles, over her
silky ribbed pantyhose.
Susan was now hogtied, her hands easily able to grip the
stiletto heels of her sandals. Inwardly, she was
laughing about how much she'd be benefiting from this
day; outwardly, she smiled her naughtiest smile and
asked the boss what next? The boss then produced an
orange ball-gag.
Susan hesitated at this, but as soon as the boss told
her how beautiful she was and how much he'd be giving
her, she readily agreed, and soon the gag was strapped
around her head and the ball firmly in her mouth. Susan
started feeling a little uncomfortable, and she looked
up at the boss.
The boss had changed his expression dramatically.
Whereas before he seemed playful, passionate, and
perhaps a bit childish, now he grinned icily. He
produced a rope, and told Susan this would be going
around her neck. Susan tried to protest, but the boss
violently pulled her head up by the hair and slipped the
rope over and down around her neck.
The boss tightened the rope over the high collar of
Susan's black turtleneck sweater. and tied it in back.
Susan now had difficulty breathing, and her whole
demeanor had changed from one of self-satisfied ecstasy
into dread and fear.
The boss smiled. He told Susan how he knew of her evil
deeds, how she'd already gotten two people demoted at
the company, how she had already slept with mid-level
managers, and how he'd discovered after checking her
past employment she'd been doing it for years.
"Enough is enough, Susan dearest. Time for you to say
goodbye." The boss pulled out a gun. Terror washed over
Susan's face. She struggled against her bonds, but the
boss put his foot on the back of her neck and the gun to
the back of her head and pulled the trigger, blowing a
hole out of the front of Susan's face.
Susan was found still cuffed and tied, wearing her black
turtleneck sweater, hounds tooth skirt, black silk
ribbed pantyhose, and black high heeled sandals. The
report said she had been the victim of a robbery and
execution-style killing, reason unknown. The
investigation remains open.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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