WARNING WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ IS A FICTIONAL EROTIC STORY. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18. THIS STORY FEATURES F/F BONDAGE, D/S, HUMILIATION, AND SPANKINGS. IF ANY OF THESE UPSET YOU I ADVISE YOU TO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. REMEMBER THIS IS FANTASY AND NOT REAL LIFE. NEVER DO SOMETHING AGAINST A PERSONS WILL OR CONSENT. REMEMBER SAFE, SANE, AND CONSENSUAL.
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I was typing away on my computer as I took a sip of my morning coffee when I gag on the taste. I take off the cap and look to see its black with no creme or sugar. I sigh as I hit my button on the speaker on my desk.
"Julie stop what your doing and come in here now." I ordered agitated over the speaker.
"Right away Ms.Morita!" She said quickly before leaving her desk.
My name is Blake Morita. I am a 39 year old Japanese-american woman and work as the head of accounting for the New York branch of Dragon Aviation, a prominent aviation company involved in designing and creating plane parts for both the civilian marketplace and government agencies . My Secretary for the last three years is a 25 year old girl named Julie Mayer. She normally does things I ask her to perfectly, but lately she has been screwing up far too much. Julie comes into my office and stands in front of my desk with a nervous look. She is a very small and petite girl, only 5'3 and weighing about 120, she has dishwater blonde hair kept in a formal bun, with baby blue eyes hidden behind a nerdy pair of heavy framed glasses. Her eyes appear to be red from crying but frankly I could care less.
"What the hell is this Julie?" I asked annoyed holding up my Starbucks cup.
"Its your coffee Ms.Morita." She said trying not to get me angry, though the way she phrased it got me more mad.
"No shit Sherlock, look inside and tell me whats wrong." I said tilting it for her to look into. She looks in defeat at the inside of the cup.
"There is no creme and sugar." She said waiting for me to burst.
"And how long have I asked for my coffee with creme and sugar?" I ask putting the cup on desk.
"Since I first started working for you Ms.Morita." She said bracing herself for the scolding.
"So why is there none in this cup you stupid fucking bitch?" I ask in a calm tone, resting my head on my hands.
My coworkers, bosses, and even friends have always referred to me as 'a huge cunt', I can't disagree, but I always have gotten my way and I get my job done so I expect nothing but perfection from my employees and when that doesn't happen I get angry.
"I am really sorry I just haven't been myself since my girlfriend broke up wit-." She explained when I held my hand up to silence her.
"Julie I ask my workers to come to work with one thing on their minds, that is doing their goddamn jobs. You fucked up my coffee, yesterday you misspelled several words on multiple reports, and the day before that you left the office door unlocked. I don't care that your rug-munching fuck buddy dumped you, though I can imagine a few reasons why. I can handle the rest of the work today by myself, go home and get your shit together and if you can't then don't bother coming back." I explained to her she was now struggling to hold back her tears.
"Please Ms.Morita I promise I wont mess up anymore!" She said pleading, my anger started to get the best of me listening to her whining.
"Did you not just hear me you stupid bitch? I told you to get the hell out! Do you need some motivation to go home?!" I yelled grabbing the coffee cup and throwing the coffee at her face.
The coffee was barely lukewarm since I don't like it hot, so when it hit her in the face it wouldn't burn her, however it went all over her blonde hair, face,glasses, and the top of her white blouse was now brown. She stood shocked for a moment not believing what had just happened then immediately began bawling while running out the door. I shrugged to myself and wrote a post it note reminding myself to get the custodian to clean up the rest of the spilled coffee. The rest of the day was thankfully uneventful and as Julie did go home.
The next morning as I got out of my BMW and headed into the elevator I thought maybe I was a bit too harsh on her. As I headed into the reception area I found Julie wasn't at her desk which didn't surprise me much since she almost certainly quit. Oh well I guess I'll just look for another one, easy come easy go. As I made my way into my office, words couldn't describe how shocked I was to find her sitting in my chair, having her cheap heels on my desk with the largest smiles on here face. My mouth fell agape as I had to take off designer sunglasses to make sure I wasn't I was seeing things.
"Julie why in the hell are you in my chair with your knock off shoes on my fucking desk?!" I asked with all the blood rushing to my face as I set my bag on the floor and my coffee on the desk.
"Three years, Blake." She says looking at the papers in her lap.
I was a little taken back when she called me by my first name for the first time since she started working for me. Something was much different with her today, she wasn't wearing those nerdy glasses, she had her blonde hair down, and she wasn't cheerful or happy as she normally was.
"Three years I have been your Secretary, three years I have gotten your coffee, filed your reports, and put up with your shit. I have come in on my days off, on holidays, I put up with your abuse and crude remarks. I put up with your snooty and arrogant attitude, I even put with your blatant homophobia, even though you knew I was openly gay. I am honestly not really sure what broke me, but my money is on having coffee thrown at me, which is why I am sitting in your chair today." She said looking up from the papers.
"So what? You wanted to try and act all big and tell me to go fuck myself and tell me you quit? I have heard it a millions times before honey, I can always hire another desperate girl right out of college." I said giving a pleasant smirk.
She didn't change her demeanor and instead her eyes locked to mine like steel daggers which for some reason sent a shiver down my spine, she never looked me in the eyes before, but now she looks like a lioness getting ready to pounce on a gazelle.
"That's where your wrong Blake. I am going to make sure you never hurt, mistreat, or abuse another poor girl again." She said with a soft but stern tone.
"Oh and how do you plan on doing that?" I ask with curiosity while she kept her dagger eyes on me.
"Why don't you read these?" She asked holding out the stack of papers which I quickly snatched out of her hand wondering to myself why I am playing her stupid game.
I thought the papers would be her official two weeks notice, but my heart sank and my face went pale when I saw they were my emails. There were dozens of them printed on the papers detailing my conversations with many of some very powerful people from wall street I made acquaintances with at corporate events talking about inside trades that were going to affect the market and give me a heads up to either sell or buy a certain stock ahead of everyone else.
"How did you get these?" I asked as my legs started to feel week and my stomach turned into a knot.
"They are from the same email you gave me access to write emails to clients when you were to lazy to do it, you idiot." She said with a grin. I thought that I was going to vomit at this moment.
"You know Blake insider trading is a serious crime, you could face up to 20 years in prison for that. Though you would have a bunch of weaselly lawyers that would get you only a few years and probation for a decade, or maybe even just house arrest, but when they find out who else was in those emails they would ruin you Blake. No company in their right mind would hire you in accounting, you would probably only be able to get a job as a Walmart cashier." She said now grinning. I sat down in the chair across the desk from where I always sit before I blacked out.