*This is a work of fiction. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.
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I had started my own little realtor firm, and business was booming. Sadly, some people still used landline phones, and so whenever I was out on the field showing properties, I would lose that business. A friend of mine suggested I hire a secretary, to take calls and the like. I wondered who would work for me, and he even suggested a young girl.
Now this girl's name was Rashmi, and she'd been on hard times. I didn't exactly know what she'd done, but apparently both her folks and her earlier boss had thrown her out. Broke and desperate with a college education- exactly the skills I was looking for. So I agreed to meet.
Now let me assure you, Rashmi was quite the stunner. She was barely out of her teens and about 5'4 and very, very pretty with short brown hair and hazel eyes that looked green under the proper lighting. Her makeup was subdued and she dressed conservatively, but it did nothing to hide her ample figure. I could easily make out her huge melon sized tits and when she went to bend to pick up something, her huge ass.
Now, I don't usually shit in the same place I eat, so to speak, so I decided to keep our relationship professional. She sat outside my cabin with a desk to herself, while I sat on the other side, working. She was good at her job and I didn't have any complaints.
However, a few weeks in, I started to notice something weird. I'd always kept a wad of notes in my drawer, for quick cash payments. I'd keep a mental tally of how much should be there, but it seemed the cash was running out faster than it should have. I didn't immediately suspect Rashmi, but then I figured, why not. On her day off, I had someone come in and install a few discreet security cameras and decided to wait.
In a couple of months I had all the evidence I needed and then some. She'd stolen multiples of her salary from me, and I wasn't going to take it. On the day I was supposed to hand her the monthly paycheck, I called her into my office.
She came into my office and smiled up sweetly at me, because compared to her I was a bit of a giant. I was in my late twenties and stood around 6'4 tall, and broad due to my years of martial arts training. I had Persian ancestry, so I was light skinned, dark haired, and pretty much that guy you didn't mess with.
"Please sit down" I said, gesturing to a chair. She did.
"So I'm supposed to give you your paycheck. First, I want to give you a little surprise."
"Really? I love surprises!" she exclaimed and I turned my computer's monitor towards her and pressed the 'play' button.
Soon her expression changed. I'd edited the video, and you could see her stealing cash from multiple angles at the same time. She looked up at me with all the innocence in her eyes, then to the little photo frame where the camera was. When her face turned back to me, her eyes were angry and defiant.
"Fine, you caught me. I'll give you back the money. I just borrowed it."
"Rashmi, you've been stealing from me for a few months, and its more than the salary I give you. I don't imagine you borrowed it, I think you stole it."
"I said I'll give it back."
"No, Rashmi, I don't think you will. I don't think you have the means to give it back. But anyway, that is not my problem. I have spoken to the lawyer and given him a copy of the evidence, which he will be handing to the cops in the morning."
"Why are you doing this? You could just fire me or something."
"Fire you? Well, you're already fired. See, I trusted you to be on my team and you violated that trust. I don't tolerate that from anyone, especially my employees. I am going to press charges. I don't actually want the money back."
"Oh fuck! What do you want then?"
"I just want to see you suffer. See you in prison. What's that for theft? Four years, right? I'm sure you'll do well."
"Listen, I'm begging you. I've already been kicked out of my home and barely have any friends. Please don't do this. I'll do anything you want."
"I don't think there's anything you can do." I said, rising up out of my chair. "Now get out. You can try to run but I'm sure they'll catch you."
"Please. I'll do anything." She tried again.
"Get the fuck out of my office." I said, holding the door open for her.
"I'll suck your cock!" she screamed.
"Suck my cock? So you're a thief and a whore?"
"Look, I just want this to go away... and you're not too bad to look at."
I closed the door.
"Strip." I said.
She stood up and looked at me with that fiery defiance in her eyes. She took off her top and stared at me.
"More." I said.
She stared at me and unhooked her bra. Her huge milky white breasts came spilling out, her nipples rapidly hardening in the cold air conditioned room.
"Happy?"
"No. Turn around and remove those pants."
She looked at me angrily and turned around. She began to tug off her pants.
"Stop!" I said. "Bend over like the little slut you are."
She obeyed. She began to tug off her too-tight pants and I saw she'd worn a black thong inside. No wonder you never saw any panty lines on her huge ass. I watched as the pants sank lower over her buns, then over her juicy thighs, and finally over her calves and ankles, where she tugged them off.
"Turn around and come here." I said.
She turned and came towards me and put her arms around my neck and rose on her toes to kiss me. I kissed her briefly before pushing her off.
"I don't kiss sluts like you." I said and began to push her to her knees. "Now get to work."
She quickly undid my belt and pants, and pulled out my hard cock. She spit on it and began to work on it slowly, to what would have been a slow, sensuous blowjob. Sadly, I wasn't into that.
"Suck my cock properly bitch, and when it come, its going down your throat. Do you understand?" I asked.
My cock deep in her mouth, she only mumbled something. I grabbed her short hair in my hand, and held her head steady. Then I began thrusting into her mouth.
I heard her choke on it, and I didn't care. It started to feel good, but then I realized that her teeth had started chafing my cock. Clearly her heart wasn't into this.
I stopped and pulled my cock out. She gasped, spit flying everywhere and sat on the carpet, wheezing.
"You're shit at blowjobs, slut. You're gonna have to learn." I yelled at her.
She looked up at me from the floor, her eyes ringed with tears, still angry at me. I'd had it with her defiance.
"Get up." I said. She didn't move.
"Fine" I said. She was going to have to learn the hard way.
I grabbed her by her hair again and she stood up quite easily. I sat on my couch and pulled her down on me, her belly against my knees, and her ass up the air.
"You need to learn your lesson, and you're not going to learn it any other way. If your daddy had done more of what I'm about to do to you right now, we'd not be here. I'm just doing what your daddy should have done."
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, daddy." She mumbled.
"You get to pick. Belt or hand?"
"Hand, please. And please be gentle, Daddy."
"I'll think about that." I said and pushed her head down. I ran my hand over the smooth pale skin of her rump, knowing I was about to hurt it like no one ever had.
I raised my hand up high and brought it down with a crash on her left cheek. Rashmi screamed out of shock and tried to wrestle away but I held her down firmly. I yanked her thong off her crotch and down her legs and stuffed them into her mouth.
"Don't you fucking move." I said. "You've earned this. Now bite down on those panties, because I don't want to hear a peep out of you. Do you understand?"
