This is a work of fiction.
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Tracy Stephens sighed as she looked at her watch. Another long day at the office and she only had another long day to look forward to tomorrow.
Finishing her paperwork for her boss she closed out the programs and put her work papers in her desk. Getting up she put her blonde hair up with a pin and walked over to the door of her boss's office and knocked. It was a special knock, one that indicated that Tracy was coming in for the last job of the day. Hearing Jack's voice telling her to come in she opened the door and went inside.
Jack's office was very spacious and roomy. His desk was one of the new oaks that she had seen in the catalog a few months ago along with chairs to match. The couch beside it was an old leather one, something he had picked up on his trips down south. The walls had degrees from this school or that school hanging all over along with pictures of his wife and kids.
Jack was a good-looking man, at 5'11" with not an ounce of fat he sat there staring with his brown eyes as his secretary walked across the room towards him. Taking his glasses off he ran a hand through his short blonde hair. He was a classic golden boy, he had the right breeding, the right education, the right parents, family money, you name it, and he had it. He also had the hottest secretary in this part of the corporate world.
Tracy could have been a model he thought. He watched her approach the desk as her brown skirt swayed around her legs and her tits as they moved underneath her beige sweater. Instead of a model she was his beautiful blonde secretary and his whore. On many business trips he had enjoyed the hell out of every hole she possessed. He had even let some potential clients sample her, she had closed many deals for him and that's why he paid her more than most secretaries normally make.
She hadn't wanted to do it of course, but he knew what was better for her than she did. Hell he was who he was after all, that was why he was the boss and she was just another whore that worked for him.
Smiling to himself he watched the attractive woman move around his desk and go to her knees beside his chair.
Tracy smiling up at her boss now reaching up to his trouser pants and slowly undid his belt and unfastened the button. Pulling the zipper down slowly she parted the flaps to the side and hooked her fingers in his boxers and pulled. Jack lifted his hips to help her slide his pants and underwear off as she pulled.
When his pants were at his ankles Tracy used her right hand to grip his semi-erect cock. A fat 8 inches filled her palm as she stroked more life into it, all the while looking into his eyes and smiling. Rubbing the head a moment as pre-cum leaked onto her fingers Tracy asked a question.
"So you're sure Harold would make a better manager than me in Phoenix?" Tracy asked while blowing hot air on his cock.
Jack knew what she wanted, he wasn't a fool, and he knew this whore better than anyone.
"You know I do Tracy, that's why I'm still giving the job to him. He has better connections than you do and he has family money, which is better for potential investment into the company." Jack said looking down at Tracy as she now jacked his rock-hard cock with both hands.
"Well I don't have family money that's true..." Tracy said now kissing the tip of Jack's cock and pulling back.
"But I do have a way about me you know..." She said licking the head as she stroked harder.
"Yes you do girl, a very seductive way, but I need someone with breeding down there, you know that, we've been over it time and time again." Jack said now rolling his head back as he felt her wonderful mouth take his head in.
Tracy put her mouth over the head and sucked hard for a moment, still stroking the shaft, before pulling back. "So, whoever came out of the right snatch gets the big jobs then?" Tracy asked now licking the tip again, her hands never stopping.
"More or less, yes." Jack said.
Tracy moved one hand down to fondle his balls while jerking with the other.
"But you did promise me that position if I did what you asked in Tokyo last month." She said now rolling his balls between her fingers.
"Mmm, yes I did, but what can I say? Promises are meant to be broken baby." He said now panting as he felt her pick up speed.
Tracy now squeezing his balls a little harder knew he about to cum soon.
"So I fucked three little Asian business guys and one of their secretaries for nothing?" She said.
Jack rolled his head back as he felt his cum boiling, straining to get his shaft into his whore's mouth.
"No, you did it for the company... and I pay you well for it." He said.
"So you pay me to be a secretary and a whore for you, is that it? I've worked for you for a year on my knees in this office or on my back for potential clients, but I'm still just a whore for the company..." Tracy asked, her hand now a blur as she jerked his swelling cock.
"Yes..." He panted.
Tracy in that moment made a decision that would change the rest of her life. She stopped stroking the cock in her hand and lifted it as if she was going to lick the underside of the shaft. Drawing her free hand back she balled up her fist and threw the hardest punch she could straight at her boss's balls.
Jack screamed, very, very loud as Tracy stood and used some of his papers on his desk to wipe her hands of his pre-cum.
Smiling she saw his face contort with pain as he covered his balls and gasped out words.
"Why....?" He could barely whisper.
Tracy leaned over him hunched in his chair and smiled and in a syrupy sweet voice told him.
"Oh Jack, I'm a mongrel in your eyes, a very good-looking mongrel that only deserves to be on her knees for you. But you see I'm also a woman that doesn't appreciate it when promises are broken, I can be very ferocious sweetie."
"Bitch...fired..." Jack gasped out as his eyes rolled up in his head and he passed out from the pain.
Tracy just looked at her former boss as he lay there unconscious. Too bad she thought. He was a good fuck, but even after all she had done for him he still thought of her as nothing but a whore. She knew in the business world that everyone fucked everyone, wives and husbands at home were just for breeding, deals were closed in the bedroom, not the office. She had thought she was becoming a part of that, fucking her way to the top. But in the end she had been used, and that had really pissed her off.
Patting her well-bred unconscious former boss on the head, Tracy left the office and headed home.
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She had changed into her cream colored silk pajamas and was having a glass of wine watching the stock report on CNN when the phone rang. Muting the television she reached for handset and picked up the handle.
"Hello?" She said into the cradle.
