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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Saturday at the Office (MF, nc, v, bd, tort, sn) by Looney (address withheld by request) *** Susan finds that sleeping your way to the top can be hazardous to your health. *** 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. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 26