I wasn't surprised when I saw his Secretary run out of his office in floods of tears, he had lost his touch the moment his wife served him with divorce papers. Still, I was disappointed, this one had shown some promise, if only he was more subtle in his approach.
We had boarded together and later went on to the same University; it was only natural that once we graduated we would go on to set up our own business. His salesmanship and leadership combined with my eye for detail and business acumen proved a winning formula and we were quickly making serious money with a solid business model that safely saw us thrive through two recessions.
He took the helm as Chairman whilst I took the role of Finance Director. Outsiders and indeed insiders often assumed that he was the sole owner but that suited me just fine, witholding information about how much control I had over the business ultimately put me in a position of greater power.
We were like chalk and cheese; he was fiery and wore his heart on his sleeve, whereas I was more discreet with my emotions. But although our methods were very different we both sought the same thing, the naturally submissive woman. She is a rare breed the woman who graciously succumbs to your every whim and as such we often found ourselves competing for the same prize. Over the years we'd found rhythm with our duals and instinctively knew to back off when the other had won, we hadn't come to blows since the battle over the woman who eventually became his wife.
Over the coming weeks I watched with interest as HR interviewed prospective Secretaries. My office was in the prime location to look straight into the interview room and I delighted in watching the little nervous wrecks stutter their way through their interviews,they looked so vulnerable.
I clocked her straight away. She was wearing a tight cream pencil skirt and a pink blouse buttoned ever so slightly too low for interview revealing the tell tell fullness of a pair of surgically enhanced breasts, naughty girl. She really had a remarkable figure, short and petite yet shapely and womanly. Her makeup was demure but the little details, her long thick brown hair skimming the top of her buttocks, her kitten heels revealing cute toenails painted pink left me in no doubt that she dressed with men in mind.
She was different to the others, confident. The Chairman and I had discussed at great lengths the natural affinity between Secretaries and power play, we both agreed if you find a secretary who is shit hot at her job then you damn well need toget her into bed. A Secretary serving her boss is only a couple of steps away from a slave serving her master. What would this creature turn out to be?
I saw the Chairman leave his office and deliberately bump into her allowing the pile of papers he was holding to fall to the floor, damnit he was so fucking obvious. She looked him directly in the eye, said something and then bent down to pick up the papers for him. This girl had guts, was she playing him? He walked into my office and closed the door, for the first time in months I saw my friend back to his old self. I smiled. 'She's mine', he said. 'The game's on' I replied. I was going to enjoy this one.
She started a couple of weeks later. The feisty thing had demanded a salary higher than many of our longstanding middle management monkeys, if they found out there would be an uproar. But both the Chairman and I were in agreement, we wanted her on board and so she got what she asked for.
She quickly settled in and made quite the impression, she saw beyond just completing tasks assigned to her, instinctively knowing and completing what was required of her before being asked. She wanted to please, all the signs were there I just had to find the hook.
The Chairman in his typical forthright manner started play straightaway, recognising her natural submissive streak he put her down and swore at her believing this the way to make her succumb. She just brushed it off and continued smiling, was it getting to her? If it was, she didn't let it show.
One day after she had left his office smiling as usual he came into mine and told me he was going home, something was wrong but he wouldn't tell me what. He looked sad and disheartened and I felt brotherly concern for my friend.
The following day at lunch time I heard a commotion in the kitchen,what the hell was she doing in there? The unmistakeable aroma of salmon wafted into my office, the only person who liked salmon more than me was the Chairman. After a spell she emerged from the kitchen carrying a bowl of food into the Chairman's office.
My heart sunk. Had his crude gameplay won him the battle so soon? I hadn't even played my first move. Our offices being adjacent to each other only made matters worse; I could hear the murmurs of them talking but couldn't make out what was being said. Shit, he had won.
That Saturday, as every Saturday before, me and the Chairman went for drinks. It got quite raucous and the drinks were flowing as he bragged about what he was going to do to her. As we approached the early hours he turned to me and told me that he was going to call her and demand that she drove over and suck his cock. In a drunken stupor I encouraged him and putting his phone on loud speaker he dialled her number.
Neither of us expected what happened next. She answered the phone, her slightly slurred hello revealing that we had woken her. The Chairman cleared his throat to talk but she got in there first and she was angry 'What the fuck are you doing calling me at this hour? You have no right to wake me up at 3am on aSunday morning you fucking idiot! I am not paid to work weekends and so even if the fucking office is burning down you have to deal with it yourself. For fucksake!'
We looked at each other confused. The chairman started to mumble a response but she hung up. Oh. This had just gotten ten times more interesting. I resisted the urge to say 'The game's back on', but I knew it and he knew it. That Monday was the monthly Board meeting at which she would be taking the minutes and at which I would play my first move.
She didn't disappoint. On Monday morning she waltzed into the office wearing a floaty summer dress that framed her beautiful firm breasts perfectly. I never let her see me looking at her breasts but oh boy I looked at them and today she wasn't wearing a bra. As she sat down at the meeting table I wasn't the only one who saw a flash of her nipples and I'm sure I wasn't the only one whose cock stiffened at the thought of sucking on them. Did she do it on purpose?
The Chairman walked up to me and winked before saying 'my Secretary sits there from now on'. Arsehole! Good move. He then proceeded to lay into me making up crap that I supposedly hadn't done, I was about to respond when I glanced over at the Secretary and noted that her face had softened.
I knew then how I was going to play this and I allowed insult after insult, accusation after accusation go straight over my head, showing no emotion. He looked confused and became increasingly frustrated at my seeming lack of willingness to duel with him. What he hadn't realised was that he had unintentionally drawn her focus on to me and I was going to hook her this afternoon.
After six hours the meeting drew to a close and when we filed out of the meeting room the Chairman looked at me as if to say 'why have you given up?'. I smiled knowingly, after all these years I was bringing in new tactics and he didn't like it one little bit.
Sitting in my office I knew she was going to come to me. I watched her going into the kitchen to make the Chairman's post meeting cup of tea; it was a ritual that hadn't changed in the 25 years we had run the business. He hated tea but he got off on the ceremony of ignoring secretaries as they tottered into his office on their sexy heels and placed the steaming mug on his desk. She walked towards his office, pausing by his open door making sure that he could see her and then, oh clever clever girl she walked straight past and into my office.
I resisted the urge to look up, knowing that doing so would break the spell. Out of the corner of my eye I watched her as she approached my desk and placed the mug down amongst my papers, she smelled so good. I waited for her to walk away so that I could see her beautiful behind and then I said quietly 'on a coaster'. She paused and my manhood stirred as I saw the magic begin to take hold.
She walked back to my desk and clumsily shifted my papers to find a coaster. It was unlike her to stumble and I knew I had her. She looked at me directly in the eye and said 'he's a cunt you know, he shouldn't have spoken to you like that'.
The provocative little tart! She was aware of what was happening too. I held her gaze and without her noticing I put my hand up underneath her skirtand spanked her pussy hard. 'That's a cunt' I said 'and don't swear'. The shock on her face and her inability to supress her pleasure at the act was the sign I needed. She was hooked and I had won.
I took a sip from the Chairman's mug and said 'I don't like my tea like that'. She walked out of the room and I sniffed the hand that had spanked her. It smelled delicious, she was definitely mine.
Once she had left the Chairman came in and closed the door. 'You bastard' he said and chuckled before delivering his blow 'you haven't forgotten that you're in Frankfurt for the rest of the week have you?' Shit, I had. He hadn't given up yet. 'Please little Secretary don't let me down' I said to myself. This was proving to be the best battle we'd had for years.
I reluctantly boarded the flight to Frankfurt that evening telling myself 'absence makes the heart grow fonder', trying to believe it. That week was hell, the Chairman didn't answer any of my calls, he was playing with my mind.
I landed back at London Heathrow on Monday morning, exhausted after having worked into the late hours for the entire weekend. I usually wouldn't have gone into work, but she was there and I had to see her.
I pulled up outside the office and was just about to go in when she rushed past me, she hadn't seen me. Capitalising on the opportunity I followed her. She came to a standstill with her back to me and lit a cigarette, I stood less than a foot behind her wanting so much to pull up her dress and fuck her from behind. A gust of wind made her dress billow and she moaned. That was a moan of pleasure. She was aroused!
