Dressed to kill.
Ms Peters was the secretarial school dream. Her crisp white blouses were buttoned to the neck and the scarf of the day tied about her neck. The skirts she wore, tweed or herringbone, never came more than an inch above her knees, and the shoes, well, did they still make one inch heeled pumps always in black? Never did she cross the line of impropriety in complete contrast to her boss, Justin Mathers who was the epitome of the sleaze. He never failed to have at least one or two indiscreet office affairs each month which usually culminated with the poor girl getting fired. Ms Peters was not about to let herself fall into that trap for she needed her job…. someone had to support her twelve cats and ailing mother. How many times had she opened the door, forgetting to knock and seen Mr. Mathers sprawled in his office chair with some nubile from the data entry pool sucking him off or riding his lap as he groped at the young woman’s tits.
It was one of those indiscreet affairs that now had Mr. Mathers shaking in fear of losing his employment. How was he to know that his most recent conquest, under his desk sucking him off ,was the niece of his superior? His only hope was the elderly Chairman of the Board and his odd perversions. His nurse, tall and blonde, looked more of a Dominatrix than a provider of medical care for she was fond of dressing in black latex catsuits with thigh high stiletto boots. He always wondered the purpose of the damn tube of KY jelly tucked in the bodice of her low cut blouse. No, he resolved, if he could supply the Chairman with the perfect night perhaps he might have a chance at saving his job. He buzzed for Ms Peters, if he was going to be out so was she and he planned to use that leverage.
“It seems, Mathers began, Ms. Anderson is related to the prick upstairs and he didn’t like it when I had her terminated for that incident with her teeth last week. Now it seems as if I might be the one losing my job and that means yours is in danger too.”
Ms Peters shifted in her chair. It simply wasn’t fair that his office sex was getting her fired, she had always done her job well. She wrung her hands in her lap. Mathers knew he had her where he needed her.
“I’m sorry I know without your job you probably won’t be able to pay for your mother’s medicines and doctors. I hate to be indirectly connected to her demise so soon.”Ms Peters slumped into the leather backed chair, he could see she was on the verge of tears. That was when he rose and placed his hand on her shoulder. She didn’t resist but merely sat looking down at her hands as she picked at the torn cuticle on her left thumb.
“I think, if we work together, we can keep that from happening. Are you willing?”
The Chairman's special sexual peccadillo
