Stacey Bates was a secretary with a secret. The secret involved her desk which was originally placed next to a window on the sixteenth floor of the Brooks Building. One day, she had it moved to the other side of the room. She told her co-workers that she did this because the view made her dizzy. But that wasn't the reason. She preferred her desk there because all she had to do was lean over and put an ear to the wall in order to hear everything that was happening in the office occupied by her boss, Spencer Hayden. She listened in while company meetings were taking place, during private conferences and whenever he was on the phone. She wasn't trying to find out anything she didn't already know, she just liked the sound of Mr. Hayden's firm, authoritative voice.
The lovely Miss Bates had what might be called a schoolgirl crush on the handsome Mr. Hayden. She often daydreamed about how his lips might taste, what he looked like in his pajamas and where they would spend their honeymoon.
Mr. Hayden, however, showed very few signs of interest in Miss Bates.
Of course, there was that one time.
A month earlier, Stacie had attended a Christmas party at the home of the company's owner. Spencer had been tapped to play Santa Claus at the event. Midway through the evening, he entered to much applause through the front door. Dressed in a heavily padded red suit and sporting a polyester beard, Spencer hauled his sack of gifts into the den where a large easy chair had been placed next to the tree especially for him.
Stacey stood near the fireplace, sipping rum-laced eggnogs as she watched her fellow employees line up to tell Santa what they wanted for Christmas. Forty minutes and three drinks later, there was no one left in line. Stacey realized that, if she was going to do something, she'd have to do it right then. So she tossed back one last gulp of nog and headed directly for the jolly old elf. Without ceremony, she plopped herself onto Santa's lap, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and planted a sloppy wet kiss on his cheek.
"Ho ho ho!" Spencer laughed, a bit overcome by Stacey's eagerness. "Merry Christmas! Now tell Santa, have you been a good little girl?"
The young lady pouted a little and leaned over to whisper into Spencer's ear.
"No, Santa. I haven't been a good girl at all. In fact, I've been very bad." As she spoke, she toyed with a button on Santa's jacket while her other hand slipped behind his neck and flicked at the string that held his beard on. "You see, I've been having these naughty thoughts about my boss. All day I think about him calling me into his office and ordering me to bend over across his desk. When I hesitate, he slaps my bottom really hard! So I bend over. He lifts my dress up and pulls my panties down. Then he slaps my fanny again, this time even harder. It's stings likes crazy and it's so humiliating, but for some reason I don't want him to stop. He smacks my ass cheeks again and again, harder and harder until I think I can't take any more. Then he steps back and starts to undo his belt."
Spencer cleared his throat and tried to pretend that Stacey's whisperings weren't quite so intriguing.
