The Secretarys Penance Pt 02

Author's note: The second installment of this story has been a long time in the making. This is only my second attempt at a "sequel." From my standpoint, sequels are like the flip of a coin; you just don't know how it's going to turn out.

Nevertheless, inspiration struck me one day.

Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18 and are all fictional. And it should go without saying, but I'll say it anyway, this story is just a fantasy, so there's no need to cry and get all salty in the comments. And it should go without saying, but I'll say it anyway, this story is just a fantasy, so there's no need to cry and get all salty in the comments.

But if you're in the mood for some negativity and saltiness, don't hesitate to comment. I love reading all your comments.

Enjoy.

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Saturday

Sunlight streamed through his bedroom window, casting a warm, golden glow across the hardwood floor. Max stretched lazily, feeling the warmth of the sheets against his back. He glanced at the alarm clock on his nightstand: it was earlier than he had expected. Max couldn't fall back asleep, his mind raced with thoughts of Veronica. He stood up, stretching again, and walking over to the window. Looking out, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. The street was empty, the neighbors' houses quiet. The events of the previous day came flooding back to him in vivid detail.

He remembered the way her soft lips moved against his, the feel of her large breasts pressed against his chest, and her sweet moans that seemed echo across his office as their bodies moved in perfect synchrony. They had fucked on his desk, their moans muffled by the papers scattered around them. He vividly recalled the way she arched her back, her nails digging into the desk as she climaxed.

Max had an almost permanent smirk on his face, even his fiancée noticed it as he walked into the kitchen.

"You appear to be in a good mood today," said Emily, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Just have some... interesting things going on in the office."

"Oh, really? New project?"

"Sure," he grinned. "Something like that."

"Is Veronica going to help you?"

"Oh yeah," said Max suppressing a smile. "She is going to be very involved in this."

"God! I'm such an idiot,"

he thought.

"I like Veronica, she's very easy to talk to, maybe we should invite her over for dinner sometime," said Emily. Veronica and Emily had met on multiple occasions. At first Max thought Emily would be a little apprehensive about the beautiful young girl he hired as his secretary, but it turned out to be the complete opposite.

Emily and Veronica formed an instant connection, primarily due to Emily's extroverted and friendly nature. From the moment they met, they engaged in a lively conversation that lasted nearly an hour. Veronica's charisma and a smile that seem to lit up any room she was in and naturally drew people towards her, and when combined with Emily's outgoing personality, they conversed and laughed as if they had known each other for years.

As far as Max was concerned, he held all the cards. He had an open field and could do whatever he wanted to or with Veronica and his pretty fiancée would be none the wiser.

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Max arrived at the office five minutes before eight. As he walked through the lobby, he was stopped by one of the receptionists.

"Mr. Bender?" asked the smoking hot blonde behind desk, just begging to get fucked.

"Good morning, Ashley. What can I do for you?" He smiled.

"Good morning, sir," she smiled back. "I just wanted to inform you that Veronica called to say she won't be able to make it today. She didn't provide a reason, but she did send the revised proposal for the Murdoch project," she said handing him a manila folder.

"Great," said Max, the receptionist not picking up the sarcastic undertone. "Did she say anything else?"

"Yes, she said she'd be back on Monday."

"Alright then," Max smiled. "Hopefully she comes back on Monday. Thank you very much Ashley."

"You're welcome, Sir," she beamed.

"God... the rack on that bitch," he muttered as he made his way to the elevator. Ashley was a beautiful, albeit slightly ditzy, blonde girl. She had been one of the first girls that had caught Max's eyes when he joined the firm. Green eyes, long sexy legs and a pair of tits that only Veronica could rival.

As Max entered the elevator, pondering the situation at hand. Was Veronica thinking about quitting? Would she say anything about what happened yesterday?

No, No way. Max knew he had too much dirt on her. Veronica stole over $95,000. It's true that it was the company's money and not his own, moreover being one of the top interior design and architecture firms meant they had probably recouped that money back, but he knew she was not going to risk getting reported to the police.

"Let's see what happens on Monday then," Max said walking out of the elevator into his office.

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Monday morning.

Veronica sat in her car, feeling her heart pounding and her palms getting sweaty. She couldn't help but feel like she was on the edge of something so terrifying. How had her life unraveled so quickly? Just last week she was dressed in her usual business attire, going about her day as Max's trusted secretary, everything was normal. Now she was dress like some sort of escort, she felt like a walking, breathing fantasy, a captivating vision for men to lust after.

It was a bright shiny day, an ironic contrast to the tempest whirling around her mind and soul. Veronica couldn't bring herself to step out her car. The dress she wore barely covered anything, leaving her ample cleavage exposed. The hem, which she had been tugging at incessantly, did little to hide her long, toned legs. It was a far cry from the modest, office attire she was used to wearing. Veronica knew she couldn't stay in the car forever, but the thought of stepping out, of exposing herself to whatever was waiting for her, was almost too much to bear. She glanced down at her dress, the hem still clutched in her hands. She feared it would ride up as soon as she took the first step, and to make matters worse, she wasn't wearing panties per her boss's demand.

Veronica couldn't help but feel a sense of self-loathing. Her once-respectable life had crumbled around her, reduced to this: dressing like a whore. Veronica had tried to one up an entire firm. If anything, she was surprised she had managed to get away with it for so long.

On Saturday, she had received a check in her mail. The extra $5,000 she had shamelessly requested of her boss before sucking him off. The sight of those three zeros beside the five felt surreal. A part of her had wondered if he would actually send the money, or if he had just agreed in the heat of the moment.

Max had also approved $10,000 in funds for a calculated shopping spree. With a grand total of $15,000 at her disposal felt as though she had a million dollars in her hands. Veronica bought new blouses, dresses, stockings, office skirts, and heels. Veronica had never had so much money to spend on herself before. As she browsed through the racks of designer clothing, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement running through her veins. She felt like she was stepping into a whole new world.

Veronica had never imagined herself in such luxurious surroundings, trying on clothes that were far beyond her means. The designer stores had been breathtaking, each one more opulent than the last. It was a completely new experience for her, as she had never stepped foot in such high-end establishments before. Their luxury and elegance were breathtaking; she even indulged in champagne, feeling like an A-lister.

She took one last look to see if anybody was around, but she could only see a few people walking in the distance.

It was now or never.

Veronica took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach and forced herself to get out of the car. She adjusted the hem of her dress one last time before walking. The morning air brushed against her skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Veronica clutched her designer purse, her high heels clicking against the concrete as she walked across the parking lot, feeling exposed and vulnerable in her new attire. Her hips swayed naturally from side to side, accentuating the curve of her backside, and she could feel the weight of her breasts pressing against the fabric of her dress.

Veronica forced herself to continue walking. It was slightly breezy outside, which left her exposed pussy clenching and quivering. Her heart raced with a mixture of fear and embarrassment. Her large breasts jiggled enticingly as she tried to walk as naturally as possible in her new heels. She feared that if she took long steps, the hem of her tiny dress would hike upwards, exposing everything.

As she approached the office building, she took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, trying to project an air of confidence that she did not feel. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and her hands trembling as she reached for the handle of the door. As she walked through the doors of the firm, Veronica felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. The moment she stepped inside, the cool air-conditioning hit her skin, making her shiver. The click of her high heels echoed off the polished marble floor. The familiar smell of expensive leather her nostrils.

As she walked down the hallway, heads turned in her direction. She could feel the eyes of every man and woman in the place on her body, taking in every inch of her curves. She tried to keep her head up but it was difficult when all she wanted to do was crawl under a rock. Despite feeling the weight of their stares, she held her head high, determined not to show any sign of the fear or shame that threatened to overwhelm her. It was one of those "if you don't see them, they can't see you" moments to Veronica.

Her face burned with humiliation as she waited for an elevator that seem to be taking FOREVER to come down. Finally, the elevator dinged, signaling its arrival, she hurried inside and pressing the button for the top floor. The doors slid shut, granting her a moment of solace from the sea of leering eyes. As the elevator ascended, she tried to compose herself. She knew that becoming Max's personal play thing wasn't going to be easy, but it was a price she was willing to pay to keep her family out of prison.

Max leaned back in his leather chair. He glanced at his Rolex. 8:00 on the dot. It was just a matter of seconds before his secretary came in. The sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm, golden glow, his pristine, corner office was the epitome of success, a testament to his hard work and dedication to the firm.

Seconds later there was a knock on the door. "Come in," he called out, his voice deep and commanding. Veronica took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Max leaned back in his chair, studying her carefully. His lips curved into a smile.

Veronica had definitely gone shopping.

Veronica was dressed in an immaculately tailored black dress that accentuated her curvy figure and had a reasonably low-cut square neckline that displayed the juicy roundness of her immense breasts, sexy yet professional. The dress looked almost painted on her flawless body. The straps struggled to contain her mouthwatering assets. An ass so tight, you could have bounced a quarter off it. The dress was accompanied by a pair of red bottom high heels that accentuated her long, sleek legs. White polish on her long nails contrasted perfectly with her light golden skin. Her hair, worn in a sleek, high ponytail, shone like polished ebony, and her makeup was flawless. A thin gold chain with a cross hung around her neck, the cross rested teasingly against the soft mound of her breasts, a sordid contrast between her religious upbringing and the sensuality she now exuded.

The office was filled with the aroma of expensive cigars and leather. Veronica stood in front of her boss with downcast eyes, she could feel the weight of his gaze on her. Summoning her courage, she met Max's eyes. There was a predatory gleam in his eye as he took in every inch of her naked flesh. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but at the same time, there was a strange thrill running through her veins. Veronica couldn't help but fold her right arm underneath the gentle swell of her breasts as if trying to cover herself, but it only further accentuated her cleavage. Max loved that little

tick

of hers, it made her look so innocent.

He stood from his chair, straightening his tie and adjusting his cufflinks. He strode forward to stand in front of his beautiful secretary. Max was dressed impeccably in a dark suit, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his jacket, a crisp white shirt and black silk tie.

"Good morning, Veronica," His voice was smooth as silk. "I trust you had an uneventful commute?"

"Good morning, Mr. Bender," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, everything was fine. Thank you for asking."

Her knees quivered under his wolf-like stare. "Is this what you wanted?" she asked softly, averting her gaze.

Max couldn't help but smile, her voice was a sweet as honey and her accent was as intoxicating as the finest wine. "Yes. This is exactly what I wanted. You look beautiful."

"Thank you."

He gripped her chin firmly, tilting her head up until she stared into his burning blue gaze. "Why didn't you come on Saturday?" he asked, his voice low and firm.

Max towered over Veronica but that didn't deter her from staring defiantly at him. "That's none of your business," she replied dryly. "

Imbecil

."

"My, my... So early in the morning and so angry already. You look so beautiful when you're angry," he said with a sly smile. "Are you mad because of how you're dressed or is it because you loved it up the ass?"

She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, the blush spreading from her neck up to her ears, remembering how her body betrayed her the day her boss defiled her. She should have been disgusted about what happened, but she ended up moaning like a bitch in heat and squirting all over his office floor.

"You are a few tasks behind since you didn't come on Saturday. Please start with those."

"Yes, sir."

"I will also dictate a few letters that I need you to email. Later today, Carmack will send over some documents for me to sign. They're for a capital adjustment. Please bring them to me as soon as you get them."

"Yes, sir."

"Sir..." she asked apprehensively. "When will I finish paying my debt?"

"I wouldn't worry about that if I were you. You stole, no sorry, embezzled more than $95,000 so I'd say not any time soon."

"Where is the money you sent me coming from anyway?"

"It's from a...classified fund. You don't have to worry about anything. Hike your dress up. I want to see if you actually followed all my instructions."

"Yes, sir," she replied meekly.

With shaky hands Veronica grabbed the hem of her dress and slowly hiked it up. Revealing her neatly trimmed black bush to her boss. Per his request, she wore nothing under her dress. "Perfect," he commented.

"I'm glad you followed all my instructions," he said in low voice. Max leaned in capturing her perfect lips in a kiss. Veronica stiffened before she felt her body give in. His kiss was firm, demanding. Despite her hesitation, she found herself responding instinctively, her lips parting under his touch. Max wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her into his lips, her tongue slithered against his. Max ran his hands down her side, slowly, until he was cupping my ass in his firm, possessive grip. Max kneaded and slapped her ass as their French session went on. The strawberry flavored lip gloss she was wearing only made him kiss her harder.

"What are you?" he breathed, kissing her neck.

"I'm Mr. Bender's little Venezuelan whore," she replied, her voice trembling. Max leaned down to kiss and lick her delicious cleavage.

"No, please," Veronica whimpered, pushing at his shoulders, but she couldn't muster any strength, his large frame was like an immovable stone.

"You're mine Veronica," he almost growled. "Say it."

"I'm... yours," she replied, her voice quivering as he grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks.

"Good whore," he said, raising his hand and giving her another sharp slap across her ass that elicited a squeal from Veronica.

"Does my little whore like to be spanked like the naughty little whore she is?" he asked. A shiver ran through her body as he manhandled her.

"Y-Yes, sir."

"Well then, tell me bitch," another slap quickly followed, "tell me how bad you are and how much you like it."

Veronica bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn't believe she had to say such vulgar things. "I-I'm such a bad whore. I've been so bad. I'm so sorry for stealing the money. I deserve to be punished sir."

"That's a good whore," he replied. "Now go get me my coffee and bring your note pad. I want to know my agenda for the day," he said giving her another slap.

Max gave her one last hard smack on her ass before walking back to his seat. "Yes!" she squealed again. "Yes sir," she said clearing her throat. Veronica as she started fixing her dress. She could feel his handprint still there, it was a reminder, she belonged to him until her debt was paid.

"I didn't say you could fix your dress. Leave it like that. That is your punishment for not coming in yesterday."

"Y-yes, sir." Veronica took another deep breath and forced herself to walk out of the office on shaky legs. Max couldn't help but admire the sway of her perfect ass as she made her way out.

Once she was out of his office, she leaned up against the door to gather herself.

"Dios mio,"

she muttered as she leaned up against the door to gather herself. It took her a good minute to digest the situation. She couldn't believe she had let it come to this. Everything was normal last week. Now she was dressed like some sort of escort. She knew it had been wrong to steal the money, but the lure of easy money had been too much for her.

Veronica had thought she had been so careful, so clever but in the end, her greed had caught up with her. And now, she was paying the price. She was no thief, but the situation back home made her resort to desperate measures and now she was paying the consequences. It was either this or getting arrested for embezzlement, the choice was a simple one. She just had to make sure to do whatever he wanted, and for her sister and especially her mother to never find out about any of this.

Plus, and most importantly, the money. She needed it and Max clearly had plenty to spare.

Her body felt hot, and her knees were still shaking. She lowered her hand and wiped her labia. She looked at her finger. She was wet. Why was she wet? Her feelings were in a turmoil of contradictions, but Veronica couldn't be bothered with trivial things at the moment.

Veronica walked to the break room on shaky legs. Her only saving grace was that since Max was Chief Executive Director, his office was on the top floor, and it was just the two of them. People would have to get out of the elevator, walk down the hall until they reached a large glass door then make a right to reach her desk. However, this didn't shield her from the numerous large windows on the office floor. The building was situated in the heart of a bustling metropolitan area, encircled by other towering structures. She could only hope that no one caught sight of her walking around in such a state.