It was the strangest corporate retreat she’d ever been to. Billed as a women’s corporate leadership conference, it had started as two solid weeks of being pampered at a spa. The constant drinks, baths and massages had all blended together and it was hard to remember a specific moment.
This second half of the conference was all about the moment. It had taken half an hour to walk smoothly in the heels, and another twenty minutes to sway her hips just right. The shining lights in front of her were patient, telling her the sway was too small or too wide. Now she had it down and had been handed a tray with coffee on it, making sure to keep it balanced as she walked.
It all felt really really good as she mastered each step, but she wasn’t sure how such exercises related to business.
poise is the most important attribute for a secretary
She nodded and cooed as the lights told her that, but part of her mind said it was wrong. Poise was clearly important but, she wasn’t a secretary, she was a VP, in contention for becoming President.
A good secretary is necessary for her boss to excel
That was very true as well, but she was the one with a secretary. Johnny had been thrust on her because he was the chairman’s nephew, but he’d been more than adequate at keeping her schedule.
Mr. Worthington relies on you so he can succeed
That statement gave a rush of pleasure….but. That was Johnny’s last name. He was her secretary, not the other way arou…
You succeed when Mr. Worthington succeeds
The thought fizzled as the words washed over her. She did know how important that relationship between secretary and boss could be.
You must aid Mr. Worthington in every conceivable way
She shuddered, not just knowing but feeling the truth of it. Her mind wandered to long hours handling his paperwork, dutifully serving him coffee, laughing at his jokes, letting him catch a peak as she leaned over, slipping under his desk to relieve his stress.
You’re the best secretary Mr. Worthington could ever hope for
She moaned, fantasizing about Mr. Worthington bending her over and fucking her right before a big meeting. It was when she fantasized about him patting her head and calling her a good girl that she came. She stumbled and the coffee tray tipped over. The lights flashed to reassure her.
That’s okay. You’re doing well. Pick the tray back up and we will start again
Oh, my god.
I don’t have the words to say how much I love this. It’s just perfect.
Mmmm hot!!
Its so diabolically evil it’s amazing.
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