Demoted to Boss's Fuctoy

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I got dressed quickly but lingered in the room for a long time. I couldn't bring myself to return to my desk knowing that by now John would have told half the office about what he'd seen. Whatever status and dignity I had been clinging onto would be gone the moment I returned to the office.

I shuffled back to my desk with my head bowed, fully aware that every pair of eyes I passed was glued to me. They all knew. My cheeks flushed bright red, and I tried to avoid eye contact with anyone. I made my way to my desk as quickly as possible, but I could hear the whispers and giggles behind me.

I sank down into my chair and tried to focus on my work, unable to look John's way, fearful of what I would see there.

"Are you okay?" John said after a minute or two of silence. The concern in his voice annoyed more than if he'd said something mocking. I don't know why.

"I'm fine," I said waspishly. I didn't want to talk about what he'd seen. I didn't even want to acknowledge it. I wanted it all to go away. I wanted things to go back to how they were.

"It's just that if you're in--"

"John, will you shut up and do some work!" I snapped, glaring across our desks at him.

The concern that had been on John's face faded away to be replaced by anger.

"I don't think I need to take orders from an assistant," he said, sneering at me like I was something he'd trodden in.

"I'm the supervisor of..." I trailed off as I remembered that Mr Blackwood had said I was no longer the supervisor. I was nothing to John now. In fact, I was tenchincally below him in the chain of command. As the realization hit me, I felt a wave of anger and humiliation wash over me. I gritted my teeth and tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but it was no use.

John smirked triumphantly, sensing my weakness. "That's right. Why don't you get back to work, Dani. Actually, why don't you show everybody what a good assistant you are and go and make me a coffee?" he said.

I stared at him in disbelief until it sank in that he wasn't joking. Glancing over my shoulder I saw that the other desk clumps were watching avidly to see if I followed his instructions. Eight other members of staff, who until recently had all answered to me, were waiting to see if I was going to take an order from the lowest ranking member of the department. Just then my phone dinged as a message from Mr Blackwood came through. A message that reminded me that John was no longer the lowest ranking member of the department.

[Do as your told. Obey his every command.]

I clenched my fists, feeling the urge to punch both Mr Blackwood and John square in the jaw, but I knew better than to let my emotions get the best of me. I needed this job. I took a deep breath and stood up from my chair.

"How would you like it?" I asked through my teeth.

"Cream and two sugars," he replied, smirking.

"Okay." I turned to go to the break room but he stopped me.

"Okay what?" he asked.

"Okay, Sir," I forced out, my voice barely above a whisper.

John chuckled and leaned back in his chair. "That's more like it."

I could feel the eyes of my coworkers on me, judging me for submitting to John's orders. But what else could I do? Mr Blackwood had made it clear that he was in charge now, and I couldn't afford to lose my job.

In the break room, I filled a mug with coffee and added cream and sugar as instructed. Unable to resist, I leaned over and spat in the beverage before stirring it in. If John was going to be a dick to me then I'd punish him in ways I could get away with. I brought the coffee back to John's desk and set it down in front of him.

As I turned to leave, John's hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me back towards him.

"Not so fast, Dani," he said with a sly grin. "I think you owe me a little something extra for being a bitch when I was just trying to be nice."

My heart raced as I tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. I did not want to know what "little extra" he wanted from me. Still gripping my wrist, his other hand slid up my thigh. I tried to push his hand away but he batted my own hand aside, the glare in his eyes a silent warning.

My mind raced as I tried to come up with a way out of this situation. I couldn't let him do this to me, not here at work in front of everyone.

I took a deep breath and dug my nails into the palm of my hand to steady myself. "John, let go of me," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

"You're not in charge anymore," he replied. His hand moved up and down my inner thigh, each time creeping closer to the prize. People were stealing glances from their desks.

"John, please," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. "Don't do this." But he paid no attention to my pleas, his hands moving higher up my thigh, his eyes filled with cruel lust. "I'm sorry I was rude to you."

I could feel my face flushing with anger and embarrassment. How dare he touch me like this? In front of our coworkers no less. He was not the boss, it was unfair that I had to put up with this.

"Tell everybody that you're a whore," he said quietly.

"What? No way."

"If you want me to stop do it."

I turned away and squeezed my eyes shut. It shouldn't have come to this. I shouldn't have to do this, it was ridiculous. But I needed it to stop. I had to retain some small part of my dignity.

"I'm a whore," I whispered, feeling tears begin to well up in my eyes. I was so ashamed of myself. How could I have gone from supervisor to play thing in a matter of days?

"Louder," he demanded.

I felt the eyes of the others on me, but I couldn't look at them. I kept my gaze on the desk.

"I... I'm a whore," I said, my voice louder than before, but still just a whisper.

"It doesn't count if they can't hear you."

"I'M A WHORE!" I shouted. John was stroking my pussy now through my panties, and I felt my resolve slipping. His fingers fell away at once.

"Good," he said. "That wasn't so hard now was it?"

My colleagues snickered from their desk but a couple of them looked embarrassed on my behalf. It was harder than John could ever know. I swallowed heavily, fighting back tears.

"Now you need to be punished for being a whore," said John, suddenly jumping to his feet.

"What?" That wasn't part of the deal.

"I said you need to be punished for being a whore," he said. I could smell the coffee on his breath.

"I didn't do anything wrong. You can't lay a hand on me," I said.

"Oh yes I fucking can," he said. "Turn around and put your hands on the desk. Don't make me force you."

The room shook slightly as John led me around to my own desk and forced me put my hands on the desk, bending over to do so. My colleagues now had a prime view of my rearend as I bent over my desk. I don't know what was going on in my head at that point, I think I was in shock or something. Whatever it was, I couldn't think straight, couldn't move. My heart was hammering in my chest and my body trembled.

"John, please..." I begged.

He didn't reply. He just grabbed my hips and pulled them back towards him. I could feel John's hands on my butt, squeezing and groping my firm cheeks through my skirt. I knew that Mr Blackwood was watching from his office and that made me angrier. Using me himself was one thing, but letting a former subordinate do this to me was over the line.

John grabbed my skirt and hiked it up around my waist, exposing my pink lacey panties to the stunned office. I could feel the eyes of my coworkers on me, staring and judging me. I heard the sound of a camera shutter click and I felt a warm flush spread over my cheeks. Now my ass was on their phone forever. They might even share it with others.

A moment later, I heard the crack of John's hand slapping my ass at the same time as the sting of blow tore through me.

"OW!" I cried. I reached my hands back to protect my ass but my hands were forced back to my desk.

John held my skirt up with one hand and the other was pulling back for a second strike. I felt the sting of his hand on my ass again. Heat flowed through the cheek, burning my flesh, and turning my ass the same humiliated red as the cheeks on my face.

"John, stop!" I whimpered, but he slapped my ass again.

"I said, stop," I was begging by this point. "You can't do this to me!" I heard somebodynlaughing from behind me.

Once again, his hand cracked across my ass, harder than before. I cried out as the pain intensified and then I felt the familiar burst of arousal. I did not want to be turned on by this humiliation, not at John's hands. Thinking that only made it more humiliating which in turn aroused me more.

John tenderly massaged my ass, easing some of the pain he had inflicted on me. Then he grabbed my panties and started to slide them down.

"John, no!" I whispered frantically. The office had seen enough. I'd been humiliated enough.

I felt the material slide down my ass, exposing me to the people I worked with. I felt my pussy tingle in anticipation, moisture leaking from within. John spread my ass cheeks apart, exposing me to everyone and a thrill went down my spine. I hated myself for enjoying what he was doing to me. I hated him more.

I could feel the eyes of my coworkers on my bare ass as John's hand slid between my legs and began rubbing my pussy. I knew how exposed I was, bent over my desk, my ass spread, John's fingers rubbing my pussy. I think that's what got me the most - the sheer humiliation of being the focus of the entire office. Or rather, my intimate parts being the focus of their attention.

Without thinking about it, I pressed my ass back towards John's fingers, feeling his digits push into my pussy. I moaned and pushed back against his hand again.

"Oh, god," I whispered.

"What's that?" asked John.

I wanted to tell him to stop, but I was too aroused and I didn't want him to stop. His fingers pushed into my pussy harder, rubbing my clit with his thumb, and sending wave after wave of pleasure through me.

I had been so ashamed of being a whore in front of my colleagues, and now my fear and humiliation was being eaten up my horniness as John finger-fucked me in front of them.

"Please, John. Please." Even I wasn't sure if I was begging him to stop or to carry on.

I heard the camera shutter again and felt a thrill at the thought of the pictures being distributed to everyone in the company. I knew that I would feel differently later when the heat of the moment had cooled.

John slapped my ass one final time before pulling his fingers out of me. I tugged my panties back up over my ass before he could stope me.

John leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Now they all know."

I could feel the heat of the blush on my cheeks as I turned around. There was a moment of awkward silence in the office as people looked directly at me. Some were smirking, others were surprised. Everything had changed. Faster than i'd expected it to, my humiliation returned, and it was a million times worse than it had been. I wished that the floor would just open up and swallow me so I'd never have to look these people in the eyes again.

John held his fingers up so the office could see them glistening with the moisture he'd coaxed out of me. Then he pointed his fingers at my face. "Lick them clean," he commanded me. Despite being a good many years younger than me, his voice held an authority I could not deny.

I looked at his fingers and swallowed thickly. He'd just fingered my pussy and I knew he wanted me to lick them clean. I hesitated a moment before opening my mouth and licking his fingers, tasting my own juices. The taste was sharp and sweet at the same time, like nothing I had ever tasted before. I could feel the eyes of my colleagues on me as I licked my pussy juices off of John's fingers. Somebody laughed in disbelief.

Now it was John's turn to smirk as he watched me lick his fingers clean. "Let's get back to work," he said.

I couldn't believe my ears. He'd just let everyone see me bent over my desk, exposed and humiliated, and then I'd licked the fingers clean which had been in my pussy. And now we were back to normal.

But normal had changed.