Steven Harper groaned as he slammed his hand down on the snooze button of his alarm clock. Another day had begun.
The twenty two year old climbed reluctantly out of bed and headed for the bathroom to get ready for work. Steven was average in almost every way. Average looking, average height (if you were generous) and average personality. He worked for a construction company as the personal secretary to the boss and owner. It was a slightly unusual job for a male, and Steven regularly got a hard time from the other workers there, but in these tough times he was just glad to have a job full stop.
He got out of the shower, dried off, brushed his teeth and hair, clipped a couple of loose nostril hairs from his nose, sprayed on some deodorant and then got dressed. As usual he wore a pair of black suit pants and a bright red polo shirt with the construction company logo on the breast.
Steven considered his reflection in the bathroom mirror for a moment. His hairline was definitely receding too much for a twenty two year old, and his almost non-existent chin made him look weak. At least he had nice eyes, or so his ex-girlfriend Sally had always told him. Right up until she'd dumped him six weeks ago.
With a sigh, he left the bathroom, heading for the front door. Steven never bothered with breakfast, and usually grabbed a Starbucks coffee on his way to work.
In the lounge there was a rather busty young blonde woman tied to a chair wearing a set of lacy white lingerie. Her ankles and knees were tied with rope and her hands were handcuffed tightly behind her back. She was gagged with a black ball-gag and had a slightly wild eyed expression of alarm on her face when she saw Steven enter the room.
Steven paused, looking over at her. She was prettier than the models Angus usually used, and she had a decent sized rack on her. Steven's room-mate Angus used their apartment for his work -- photographing bondage models for some dodgy website.
Steven approached the tied up blonde and regarded her thoughtfully for a moment. Then he reached down and cupped her large, bra-clad breasts with both hands, giving the ample orbs an exploratory squeeze.
The girl gave a muffled moan of protest, the ball-gag doing its job and keeping her complaints hushed.
Steven groped her boobs for a moment more and then gave her a pat on the head before departing. She'd probably complain to Angus when he got back, but by the time Steven got home from work she'd be long gone.
Opportunities like that was the main reason Steven put up with his rather strange room-mate.
Following his typical daily routine, Steven took the number 16 bus to work, stopping at the Starbucks just down the street from the office to grab a coffee. As usual, he tried to hit on the pretty redheaded barista, and as usual, she shot him down.
He got to the office a few minutes early and printed off his boss's diary for the day. Steven's boss, Trevor Mason, owned Mason Construction. Steven had worked for Trevor for just over three years, and in general, he got on well with the middle aged, ex-builder.
In fact, aside from the jokes about male secretaries from the other workers, Steven really liked his job. The only thing he felt a little guilty about was when he had to cover for Mr Mason's extra-curricular activities.
Trevor Mason had an absolutely drop-dead gorgeous wife called Lucy. Steven had met her only a couple of times, but each time he'd been stunned at how beautiful she was. However, despite his ridiculously attractive young wife, Trevor had, at last count, three girlfriends.
Unlike his rather average secretary, Trevor Mason was a remarkably handsome man, not to mention a rich one, which probably explained his constant success with the ladies. If anything, he was too successful for his own good, or at least the good of his marriage.
Steven himself couldn't understand why Trevor would want to cheat when he had such a sexy wife, but he seemed to be unable to stop himself. The number of different women that Steven had seen come to visit Trevor over the past three years was astounding, each one more beautiful than the last, although, in Steven's opinion, none quite as lovely as Trevor's actual wife, Lucy.
Trevor had even asked Steven to rent an apartment for one of his current mistresses; a tall, leggy brunette called Mandy. Not only had Steven arranged the rental, he'd also had to hide the costs in the company books so that Trevor's wife Lucy wouldn't spot the money coming out of Trevor's personal account.
When Trevor had made the request, it had made Steven feel quite uncomfortable, but with the economy in such a bad state, Steven couldn't risk losing his job. Plus, knowing his boss's dirty secrets had to help his job security right?
Steven was just getting to the bottom of his coffee when Mr Mason arrived at the office.
The usually immaculate Trevor Mason looked somewhat dishevelled this morning. He was unshaven and his rumpled shirt looked like the same one he'd had on the previous day. And, most unusually, he wasn't wearing a tie. He always wore a tie.
"Steve. In my office. We need to speak," he snapped as he breezed past.
Steven frowned, quickly gulping down the last dregs of his coffee and following Trevor into his office.
"What's up boss?" he asked.
"Shut the door Steve," instructed Trevor, running a hand through his short brown hair with obvious anxiety.
Steven pushed the door shut, feeling a little anxious himself.
Trevor glanced at his watch. "In the next hour or so you're probably going to get a call from my wife," began the handsome manager. "When she asks, I need you to tell her that Mandy is your girlfriend."
Steven was startled, that was the last thing he'd been expecting. "My girlfriend?"
Trevor nodded. "This is very important Steve. You need to tell my wife that Mandy is with you."
Steven frowned. "But why?"
Trevor sighed in frustration. "Shit Steve, you know how this goes. Lucy caught us."
"You and Mandy? But what..."
"She got a photo. I don't know how, but she did," explained Trevor, he sounded a little frantic.
Steven was still a little lost. "How does me being Mandy's girlfriend help?"
"It was just a photo of us going into Mandy's apartment, nothing too incriminating. I told Lucy that it was your place. It was the first thing I could think of."
"Oh... okay," replied Steven doubtfully. He actually thought that with Trevor's womanising ways, he might be glad to break up with his wife. Then he'd presumably be free to bang all the sluts he wanted to without having to sneak around.
"Worst case, you and Mandy might have to come to dinner with us. You know, pretend to be a couple and all that."
Steven's frown deepened. "I dunno. I'm not sure I'm too comfortable with that."
"Damn it Steve!" snapped Trevor in irritation. "This isn't up for debate. You're telling her that Mandy is your girlfriend!"
Steven fidgeted a little, he wasn't sure he was happy about lying straight to Lucy's face, that was taking things a little too far. "Maybe you should just tell her the truth, or get one of the guys to be Mandy's boyfriend."
