Becca enjoyed work. Or at least, she usually did. She worked in a quiet office with a few fellow accountants. She performed well, and was even up for a promotion to a senior accountant position. The problem was that the promotion was currently expected to go to Roy.
It wasn't that Roy wasn't good at his job. But unfortunately for the females in the office, he had a nasty habit of harassing his coworkers. Routinely he would make comments about girls' breasts, how they looked in this suit or that suit, asking them about their sex lives. He had even been accused of rubbing his hands up a secretary's skirt. The management had sent him to sexual harassment training, to cover them from being sued, but nothing seemed to change his behavior. And now, he was going to wind up getting promoted ahead of Becca.
Or at least, that might be the case if Becca weren't coming up with a devious plan. She had brought some extra "supplies" with her in her handbag today. She and Roy were working late on Friday, the last two in the office for the weekend, both trying to make a good impression to show how much work they could get done.
First, she played nice, stepping into his office and giving him a cup of coffee. "What's this? You're my secretary now? That figures, hehe, that fits in with your traditional role after all," Roy laughed. Becca cringed at the comment but pretended to laugh. He picked up the cup and began sipping, continuing his work. Becca returned to her office. As expected, about ten minutes later, she heard a mild thud coming from Roy's office. Giggling, she confidently walked back into his office, bringing along her handbag. As expected, she found Roy slumped over his desk, temporarily knocked out from the mild sedative she'd slipped into his coffee.
She knew she had to work quickly, because it would only last for 15 minutes or so. Besides, she wanted him to be awake for most, but not all, of the punishment she had planned for him. She patted his cheek playfully and ran her hand through his hair, messing it up. Opening her handbag, she removed the first special item- two sets of steel handcuffs for which only she had the key.
Roy awoke to find his hands were handcuffed behind his chair. In the daze, he could make out a figure moving towards him. A strong hand had gripped his shoulder for support and the figured settled. His vision started to clear and he could see Becca was sitting directly in front of him on his desk, her feet placed on the arms of the chair he was sitting in.
"What's going on? what happened? Why can't I move?" Roy started to struggle and Becca put her foot in his chest.
"What's wrong sweetie? Feeling a little...uncomfortable? Feeling a little...unsettled?" Becca said through a smirk. "No need to be so confused, I'm here to go over the sexual harassment policy in place."
Roy looked around the room and noticed an array of tools that had been laid out. Another set of handcuffs, a gag, a men's tie, and a camera. The things that really caught his attention and what made him start sweating were the taser and what seemed to be some sort of clamps.
"Is this some kind of joke Becca? Is this your way of making sure I don't get that promotion? I don't understand what this is going to do-"
SMACK.
Becca slapped him. "Oh no no, Roy. I'm going to get that promotion regardless of what happens tonight. This is about something a little more...behavioral." Becca's bit her lip and then stretched, arching her back so her breasts became a little more exposed. Roy now noticed that she was wearing a costume of some sort of black leather lingerie. Something stirred in his pants.
"Oh, I see what this is... you wanted a little Roy to yourself so you cooked up this scheme to get me? Don't worry baby, I can satisfy your every...need," he gestured towards her vagina.
"There it is..." Becca slaps him again. "Your unwanted advances and harassment...you need to learn your lesson." Becca jumped down and walked around to the other side of the desk. She picked up a pair of scissors and walked back to him. She slid the scissors down the collar of his shirt and began to make a small cut. She threw the scissors back to the desk. She gripped his shirt and tore it open.
Roy was now starting to get a little more uncomfortable, because his growing member was pressing against his tight pants. Becca noticed him squirm a little, trying to relieve the pressure building. Becca grabbed the clamps and small taser and sat back on the desk in front of him.
