Helen Brown was a very quiet woman. Though into her early thirties, her experience of life was quite limited, indeed she'd not moved out of her parents home until she was 27. All told she'd had just four boyfriends, though none had lasted very long and none of them had been exactly memorable. Somehow Helen felt that she just wasn't very good at being with someone else and had pretty much resigned herself to a life on her own.
Her parents had helped to buy her a flat, otherwise she would still be at home now, and it was here that she lived with her cat 'Monet'. It was a small flat with two bedrooms, the second of which contained mostly junk and an unused exercise bike with a drying pair of socks draped over the handlebars.
Helen opened the door of her flat and Monet came to greet her. Helen was unusually excited today, as she clutched a bottle of her favourite wine and patted Monet's furry head. On her way home Helen had received a call on her mobile and had been told that she'd got the new job that she had applied for as a secretary in the building at the end of her road. It was perfect for her. No more catching buses, long treks across town and getting up at the crack of dawn...and she'd be saving a fortune on fares.
Helen fed Monet and placed the bottle of wine on the kitchen worktop. She looked at her reflection in the window, she looked a little tired, but still attractive. Her shoulder length hair could do with a trim perhaps, and maybe she should lay off the takeaways for a while, but she was okay. She picked up the wine and pulled a crystal glass from the overfilled cupboard, as she poured she smiled to herself. This job was going to be a whole new start for her. New job, new boss, new people, new friends...maybe she would even meet someone special. She bit her lip, wondering if she was finally destined to meet the right man.
Helen had been at the firm a couple of weeks now. She had been a little disappointed that the workforce was almost totally made up of women, but she was enjoying her new job, even though her boss Jason was a bit full of himself. He was quite good looking and in good shape and had a lot of confidence, probably from running his father's company for the last 20 years. He was olive skinned, dark haired and always looked like he needed a shave even though he didn't. He was tall too, well over six foot and was always smartly dressed.
He had a temper though, which Helen had witnessed on her second day. It was not her who was on the receiving end though, it was one of the other directors, Martin. He had screwed up a deal and Jason was very upset about it. Near the end of their meeting Jason's phone had been thrown across the room and cracked the glass at the side of the door. Helen had nearly jumped out of her skin and since then she'd been a bit nervous around him, even though he'd apologized to her later when he'd calmed down...and she'd arranged for a glazier to come.
Though Helen was a little jumpy around Jason, she also couldn't help but find him attractive. He was, after all, the powerful one at the office and she suddenly realised how all those ugly politicians managed to get their secretaries into bed. Not that Jason was ugly, far from it, and...she did find herself thinking about him at home sometimes, when she was in bed. But she knew he was married and not only that but she knew that his wife was far prettier and younger than she was, so why would he even be interested?
For his part, Jason had already realised that Helen found him attractive. She gave herself away all too easily to a player like himself and he had already made a wager with himself that he would have her before the month was out. He pondered over the best way to achieve this goal and decided that her four week review would be a perfect opportunity to take things further.
With this in mind, in the week leading up to it he moved into seduction mode, playing every little trick he'd learned over the years with all of his many secretaries. He knew all the tricks to make himself look good and he played them to perfection. All but one of his secretaries had taken the bait eventually and a good severance package when it wore off always kept them quiet.
But there was something about Helen he couldn't quite work out. He found her attractive, he loved the fact that she looked quite....well ordinary. He couldn't stand that footballer's wife type of woman with hair extensions and false nails, but this girl seemed incredibly innocent for a woman in her 30s. He was sure she wasn't a virgin because he'd overheard a conversation she'd had with one of the other girls in the office, but at the same time he was pretty damn sure that she hadn't had a lot of experience with men and certainly not with men like him. How much he was going to enjoy using her body and watching as her innocence disappeared before his eyes.
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The call came at 3pm.
"Helen, it's Jason. I'll be back in the office in about two hours, but I might be a bit later. I know you are supposed to finish at 5:30 but I really want to talk to you tonight. I have to do your initial review and I can't really leave it until after the weekend because I'm not even going to be in the office until Wednesday. You haven't got any plans for tonight have you?"
"Umm, well no." Said Helen, quickly deciding that starting a yoga class could probably wait another week.
"Great, I'll be as quick as I can, but the traffic is a nightmare."
"Okay." Replied Helen hoping that she'd done enough for her trial to be turned into a full time contract.
"See you later then."
Jason clicked the phone off and looked in the mirror of the bathroom. He'd enjoyed a fine lunch with his wife and everything was coming together nicely for his evening at the office.
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Almost as soon as she put the phone down Helen started panicking. She thought she'd done okay, but why was it so urgent that he talk to her tonight? Was it that he was going to tell her that it just wasn't working out as he'd hoped it might? Did he have to talk to her tonight because he had to sort her contract out before he went away?
5 O'clock came and went, but there was no sign of Jason. 5:30 arrived and the office started to empty out. By 6 there was only her and Martin left in the building and he had already got his coat on.
"You still here?" He asked her as he swept towards the exit.
"Yes, I have to see Jason...and he's not back yet."
"Oh." Martin looked concerned. "Well, I'll see you next week."
"Hope so." She said, smiling nervously.
He turned away and Helen watched the double doors close behind him. She looked up at the clock on the wall and wondered how much longer she'd have to wait. She was so nervous about the meeting and Martin had looked rather unconvinced when he said 'See you next week', maybe he already knew she was on her way out?
It was almost half past six when Jason walked in, apologising profusely and ushering her into his office. She thought they would sit either side of his desk, but Jason gestured towards the two sofas at right angles on the other side of the room. It was dimmer than she had remembered in Jason's office, the main light was off and the only light was coming from his desk lamp and some low level lighting around the edges of the room.
"Drink?" Asked Jason.
"Oh, erm, yes....water please." Helen mumbled.
Jason ignored her request and placed a glass of crisp white wine on the coffee table in front of her.
"Oh....er, thank you." She said, slightly surprised.
Jason sat down on the other sofa.
"Sorry to have kept you so late." Began Jason "I'm sure you have better things to do on a Friday night."
"Well, not really..." Sighed Helen and raised her eyebrows.
Jason chuckled.
"Well...I think you've made yourself pretty useful in the last few weeks.."
Helen twitched in her chair, nervously sipping her wine.
"...but I'm not entirely sure you're the right person for this particular job."
Helen was trembling slightly.
"What I'm trying to say is, Helen, that I'm used to having a secretary that can take a more active role."
"I can do that." She blurted out.
Jason sighed and shifted in his seat.
"No Helen, I really don't think you can, I don't think you are the right person for the job and...and I don't really think you understand what this job really entails."
Helen looked downcast and took another (larger) sip of her wine.
"Of course I'll give you a good reference and I'll ask around to see if I can find you a position with one of our associated companies, I'm sure you'll make a very good secretary for someone, but here I need something more. I'll also pay you another three months wages, I don't want you to fell bad about this whole experience."
"But I don't understand." Started Helen timidly. "If you think I'd make someone a good secretary...then why can't I be your secretary?"
"Because I need someone who can take orders."
"What do you mean?" Asked Helen, her eyes slightly damp now.
Jason moved to the other sofa and slid has arm along the thick cushioned back. He looked directly into her face a tried to find the right words.
"Look Helen, I like you...but I need someone compliant, someone who will do what I say without question, someone who understands that sometimes you have to do certain things to make business work. Of course, there are rewards to compensate..."
Jason trailed off, wondering whether this was going to work as he'd planned or if Helen was just too innocent to get it.
"I will do what you ask." Mumbled Helen, looking down at her knees, her hair falling forward to cover her face.
"No Helen, I don't think you..."
"I will do what you ask." She said again, still quiet, but with a determination that until now hadn't been present.
"You think so?" He asked.
"Yes." The determination was bolstered by defiance now, although Helen's voice was still small. She was determined to keep this job, no matter what.
Jason leaned back a little, he could already feel the blood starting to rush to his stiffening cock. He still wasn't 100% sure that Helen knew what she was letting herself in for, but he was willing to risk it. He moved closer and placed his hand on her arm. She flinched slightly, her nerves getting the better of her.
"See...you can't do that...if I tell you to do something I don't want to see signs of hesitance or dissent. If you want to be my secretary you have to be willing to do exactly as I say. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, Mr Sommers."
"No, in future, you will address me as 'Sir'."
