Erica stretched, holding the heavy box of files above her head as she tried to place it on the high shelf. The pretty young secretary was about an inch short of reaching.
"Here, let me help you," said Paul Anderson, her boss. He stepped up behind the beautiful blonde, placing his hands around her slim waist to offer her support. As she reached for the shelf again he tried to lift her up. Instead, his hands slipped up off her hips, slithering around the front of her torso and sliding up over the underside of her heavy breasts, cupping the ample melons through her top.
Erica gasped as her boss squeezed her large, full breasts through her top. She felt him press up against her from behind, the clearly discernable bulge of his crotch rubbing up against her ass.
"Wh...what are you doing Mr Anderson?" Erica stammered as he thoroughly groped her big tits.
"Oops, sorry babe, my hands slipped," he apologised, giving her nipples a tweak through the thin material of her top before he finally released her breasts and stepped back. "Why don't you let me put that box away."
Erica wordlessly handed him the box and hurried off, biting down an angry comment as she made a bee-line for the corner office where Maria Chessman, the branch manager was located.
"He's impossible!" she furiously declared as she entered Ms Chessman's office and took a seat in front of the attractive brunette's desk without being invited.
Maria glanced up in surprise. "Hello Erica."
"We need to get rid of that slime-ball now!" snapped Erica, still raging from the groping she'd just been on the receiving end of.
Maria nodded and smiled. "I've got an idea about that. We've simply got to get some evidence of Mr Anderson's bad behaviour, then you can take that to Jim O'Reilly. I won't be involved at all."
Erica nodded slowly in response. "What sort of evidence?"
"Video."
"Just set up a camera by my desk and I'm sure we'll get some groping footage," said Erica bitterly.
Maria shook her head. "Not enough. We need something really powerful if Jim is going to fire Paul. A little groping won't cut it."
"Like what?" asked Erica uncertainly.
"My plan is to entrap him. We've got drinks tonight. If he sees a lovely drunk beauty such as yourself passed out in the sick room he won't be able to resist. I'll arrange for a surveillance camera to be set up to capture all the evidence."
"You want me to pretend to be drunk and then let him...rape me?" asked Erica, visibly whitening.
Maria nodded.
"No way!" said Erica, refusing adamantly. "I'd rather put up with the fondling."
Maria frowned. "I want him gone just as much as you do."
"You do it then!" shot back Erica.
"I know," said Maria, "Jennifer will do it. Paul has a real soft spot for her anyway, it's perfect."
Erica looked surprised. "Do you think she'll agree to do it?"
"She will if she wants to keep her job," retorted Maria brusquely.
They were interrupted by the sound of Jennifer's voice on the intercom. "Hi Maria, Paul Anderson is here to see you."
Erica jumped, feeling like she'd just been caught out in a guilty secret.
"Fine show him in, we're done here," Maria said.
Erica nodded, still a little pale at thought of what Maria was proposing. She turned and let, meeting Paul in the doorway. Paul turned sideways to let his pretty young secretary past. The gap was quite small and Erica had to turn sideways herself to slip past. As she squeezed by him, Paul thrust forward with his crotch, rubbing himself across her firm posterior as she pushed past. He was clearly hard.
Erica scowled, her guilt at the plot against her boss suddenly gone as she headed back to her desk.
Paul grinned as he kicked the door closed and walked over to Maria Chessman's desk and unbuckled his belt. "B.J. time," he announced as he dropped his suit pants to the floor and stepped out of them. His fully erect penis was jutting out of the fly of his boxers.
