Secretary Bitch From Hell

“Hello Annabelle, it’s with great pleasure that I am calling to let you know that you have been successful with your job application. You blew me away in the interview process and the secreterial position is yours, if you’d still like it… Can you start first thing on Monday, 7am?”

Annabelle smiled as she heard the news that she had been expecting since attending the interview earlier that day. After all, she knew the minute he set eyes on her that the job was hers. The poor fool could not keep his eyes from wandering over her every curve, stopping to admire her beautifully supple breasts practically bursting to get out of the tight white shirt she had chosen to wear. She had caught him more than once, glancing down at her suspenders as she purposefully lifted her leg to cross it over her other one, allowing her skirt to slip further up her thighs. “Oh Mr Goldthorp, I am delighted, truly I am. Of course I can begin on Monday, I’ll see you then. Thank you so much”

Unfortunately for Stephen, the pleasure he was feeling now was going to be extremely short lived….

Annabelle woke early on Monday morning and had opted to dress in her pink ruffled blouse, black high waisted pencil skirt, patent black peep toe high heels and pinstripe suspenders. She left her long dark curls loose and finished applying her make up before leaving to head the office. Before arriving, Annabelle popped into a Starbucks coffee shop for a caramel macchiato as it was only around the block from the high corporate building she now would work in. After she had finished her hot drink, she made her way to work, the stilettos of her heels, click click clicking away on the marble floor as she sauntered in to the lobby.

There stood her boss, waiting for her arrival, instantly ogling her body as soon as he she walked through the door. It made her feel physically sick that he would so blatantly be undressing her with his eyes every time she was around him, clearly the wedding band on his finger meant nothing to him whatsoever. ‘I’ll make that perveted bastard pay somehow’ she thought to herself as she greeted him. “Good morning Mr Goldthorp, how wonderful it is to see you again” she said sweetly as he put his hand on her lower back. “Good morning Annabelle, do call me Stephen from now on, there’s no need to be so formal my dear. I’ll show you to your desk” he said as he guided her to the elevator.

The hours passed by and Annabelle had just finished sorting through Mr Goldthorps long list of emails that had piled up from the last few months when the phone rang. She picked up the receiver and spoke “Hello there, you’re through to Goldthorps Law Firm, Annabelle Sharpe speaking, how may I direct your call please?” There was a pause before the person on the other line responded “Hello, this is Catherine Goldthorp, Stephen hadn’t mentioned to me that there would be a new secretary working there. Please put me through to my husband.” Annabelle replied “One moment and I will transfer the call” then she pressed the red direct button that transferred the call over to her boss’s office.

She resumed what she had previously been doing and decided to sort through Mr Goldthorps email trash folder to permanently delete what she had sifted through as junk. Quickly scanning each page before pressing the clear folder button and she was glad that she had been so thorough. Annabelle soon came across a few questionable things that lay hidden away within the trash. There were countless emails from various escorts, some including attachments, her curiosity peaked, she opened them up and her jaw literally dropped to the floor. There he was, Mr Goldthorp but it was a far cry from the smart businessman image he portrayed at work. Instead, he was dressed in the skimpiest little red dress possible, panties round his ankles and a huge strap-on worn by the escort, shoved right up his backside. She giggled to herself, almost choking on the water she had been sipping.

Then Annabelle had a wild idea, she pulled out the usb memory stick she had tucked away within her bra, inserted it into the computer and made a copy of everything, including the list of contacts and the personal address book which was attached to them. He even had his wife’s work address listed on there, her heart gave a little jump as the idea she had conjured grew into a very wicked plan that she was going to put into action and she bit her lip with excitement and smiled.

A few weeks passed by and Annabelle was becoming even more tiresome of the constant lears her boss would give her, it really did make her stomach churn. Even more so now that she had witnessed what Stephen liked to get up to in his spare time. She had been keeping tabs on him over the last few weeks and she now had enough evidence to put her plan into motion. Annabelle had contacted a few of his preferred escorts and had come to the arrangement that they would secretly film his bizarre encounters with them. Of course, she’d had to pay them to do this and to keep quiet about it but it would all be very much worth it in the end.

'Knock, knock’… she heard Mr Goldthorp grunt as he beckoned her to enter his office. “Hello Stephen” she greeted him politely as she entered and closed the door firmly shut behind her, sitting herself down opposite from him. Stephen looked delighted as always to see her, “Hello Annabelle, what can I do for you to today?”

Annabelle looked him up and down before finally responding to his question. “Well well well Stephen, you can do a LOT for me today actually. In fact, you are going to sign over your entire business and life’s savings to me and you will not question it one little bit” Stephen looked at her now in a state of confusion and anger “Have you lost your mind Ms Sharpe? Don’t be so absurd! Why on earth would I do that?” She looked at him fiercely and retrieved the usb memory stick from her bra and inserted it into his computer, the images, videos, contacts and address book began to upload and then she randomly clicked on one of the videos to play in front of him. The video began to play… There on all fours was Mr Goldthorp being fucked in the ass by a female escort wearing a strap on dildo, grunting like a pig as he screamed and begged for her to go deeper and harder, then in walked another escort, a male one this time and he pulled out his hard cock before ramming it into Stephens mouth, calling him a filthy fucking sissy whore as he made him take the entire length into his mouth. Annabelle giggled and then went straight to the list of contacts which held details of his close family, friends and extremely important business clientele. The look of pure embarrassment and shock spread across his features as he began to take it all in and it dawned on him that there really was no escape from this. “But Annabelle, what would I tell Catherine, my wife. You can’t expect me to give her a valid explanation as to why I no longer own my business or have any of my savings left in the bank. Please, I will do anything, just please delete all of this and forget all about it. Please I beg you, don’t do this” he sobbed. She looked at him again and let out a merciless laugh as she printed out the transfer contract and slammed it down on the desk…

“I don’t care what explanation you give, say you gambled the entire lot away for all I care. You’re a perveted filthy pig and I’m going to take you for all you have. Now sign on the dotted line and get the fuck out of MY office!! Oh and Stephen, breathe a word of this to anyone, your wife, a lawyer, the police and I will make a copy of everything to send to your daughter who is away studying at University, imagine her complete disgust at seeing what her precious father likes to get up to behind everyone’s back”

Stephen picked up the pen, hand trembling, heart pounding, eyes tearing up and without a seconds thought, he pressed the pen to paper and signed away everything he had before standing and leaving the office. Head hung low, a broken and bankrupt pathetic little boy, he walked away from everything he had spent the past 20 years working towards.