Kate sat quietly on the bed and held her best friend, Abby, as she sobbed.
"What the hell, Abbs? This is the third time this month you've come home from work like this. Please tell me what is going on."
She gave Abby a moment to gather herself.
"It..It's my boss. It's like h... he gets off on humiliating me in front of the whole company. He called me pathetic during a meeting today! Right in front of everyone. I just dropped my pen, Kate, and he called me pathetic."
Suddenly Kate was livid. She'd met Abby's pompous jerk of a boss. He's a short, fat, greasy, balding man who probably had the tiniest prick on earth.
He'd attempted to hit on her at the work Christmas party she'd attended with Abby last year by flashing his Rolex and asking if she wanted to go for a ride in his Aston Martin... Were people even impressed by Aston Martins anymore? Somehow she doubted it.
He was rich and drunk on power.
"Something needs to be done about him, Abbs. He needs to learn a lesson."
"Kate, please don't do anything. He's just another asshole CEO, and I'm his assistant. It comes with the job."
Kate didn't respond or even listen to Abby's protest. The wheels were already turning in her mind.
The next day Kate offered to walk Abby to work, hoping to run into Abby's boss and begin her plan.
Sure enough, as Abby and Kate said goodbye at the door to the highrise, Winston Perceval Van Throp III slid his chubby little fingers across Kate's lower back. Somehow she managed to hold back the shiver and put on her most award-winning smile.
"Mr. Van Throp, I was hoping I would run into you."
His beady eyes didn't even widen in surprise. This pompous little man thought someone like her would want anything to do with him!
The thought was laughable. She was tall, and blonde, with sparkling blue eyes. She went to the gym 5 days a week and ran 5 miles every Saturday. Her nails were perfectly manicured, her hair never out of place, and this fat fuck thought he had a chance. Absurd.
"What can I help you with, sugar? Decide you want to take that ride in the Aston?"
"Actually, I'd love that. I'm free this evening, why don't you pick me up at 8, Mr. Van Thorp?"
The arrogant smile that formed on his thin little lips was enough to make her want to vomit.
"Please, call me Percy, and 8 will be just fine. You live with Abby, right? I'll have HR pull the address." ---
Kate put on her best little black dress. It was so tight you could see every curve. Her long legs looked even longer with the short hemline and Louboutin heels. Something told her the red bottoms would have him salivating.
She was right.
From the moment he picked her up, Percy ogled her like she was a piece of meat. He spent the entirety of dinner talking about himself, how much money he made, his house in the Bahamas, and his expensive cars.
Too bad money doesn't buy taste.
"Tell you what sweetheart. Why don't we get out of here and go back to my place?"
This was it, her plan was working like a charm, but the thought of what she was about to do next truly disgusted her.
She grazed her hand across his arm and giggled. "That would be nice."
---
His house was just as ridiculous as he was. It's like he was going for opulent but just ended up with tacky.
He stood too close, with his greasy hand on her back as he pointed out the paintings in each room while exclaiming proudly how much he'd paid for them. Kate knew she needed to act fast because her facial expressions were going to give her away. She was so turned off by this man, there's no way she could keep up the charade much longer.
Kate leaned down and ran her hand across his chest as she purred in his ear.
"Enough of this, why don't you show me your bedroom"
Percy grinned and his yellow teeth had Kate holding back bile, but this was for Abby, and she'd do anything for her. ---As soon as Kate entered the bedroom she began unzipping the back of her dress.
She stood in front of Percy and let it fall from her shoulders slowly revealing her uncovered breasts.
She could see him licking his lips as he began reaching out his stubby fingers to touch her.
"Not yet, I want you to watch me undress"
She pushed the dress down her legs, and let it puddle on the floor before stepping out of it. She turned seductively and hooked her fingers into her black lace panties.
She dragged them down her legs while bending at the waist giving him a full view of her pussy, and her ass.
She straightened up and walked to where he sat on the bed, her high heels still on her feet. She drapped the panties across his shoulder and then ran them around his neck.
"Now, why don't you get undressed for me?"
He nearly fell over his own feet getting off the bed.
Kate lowered herself to the spot he'd just been sitting on and leaned back to watch the fat man stumble to get his clothes off.
His belly was huge, and dark hair covered most of his skin. The sight of him in his boxers was enough to dry out the Atlantic, but Kate opened her legs exposing her perfectly waxed pussy.
"You want this sweet little cunt don't you?" Kate asked as she pulled her pussy lips apart to show him her hole.
"Oh, I'm going to fuck that pussy so hard you can't walk, sugar."
She thought it surely couldn't get worse, until Percy's exposed his prick by pulling off his boxer shorts.
