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Sexy Shona: She Owns the Boss

1/3.

Something out of the ordinary happened at work the other day, I got summoned to see the big boss. Didn't know what it was about. Was I in trouble for some reason?

"Shona, hi," said Mr Rose, as I entered his penthouse office on the top floor.

His office, his secretary out in the anteroom, that's all there was on this floor. The air felt different up here. Rarified.

"Hi," I replied, controlling my anxiety.

"Should I close the door?"

"Yes please," he said.

"And take a seat."

I closed the door behind me and made a beeline across metres of opulent carpet towards the chair in front of his desk.

"Over there I mean," he said, when I'd almost reached him, pointing to the couch by the wall.

He was smiling at me, a genuine sort of smile.

"Ok, sure," I said, beaming back.

Clearly I wasn't in any trouble. I'd been a mixture of nerves and excitement after getting the call. Now I was just excited.

I'd had hardly a glimpse of Mr Rose in the months I've spent on the premises. Nothing unusual there, plenty of people who have worked there a lot longer than me have never actually met him. The guy is a legend and his elusiveness is a part of it.

Now here was little old me, junior trainee in her first proper job, standing right slap bang in his office.

Just the two of us!

I turned and sauntered towards the couch, guessing that Mr Rose was grabbing the opportunity to admire my butt. He was a middle aged man after all, boss or not, and those types can't stop themselves ogling when it comes to pretty young girls.

Fine by me.

I'm aware of how desirable I am and I enjoy the effect I have on the male of the species. I didn't mind one bit if he was looking. Would be deeply disappointing if he wasn't. I injected a little extra sway and wiggle into my walk.

I'm such a player!

I am, really.

Like the skirts I wear to the office. Don't get me wrong, they're professional and all, not talking slutty, but they are always snug and several inches above the knee. I know exactly how alluring my slinky legs and pert little ass look in these skirts. That's why I wear them.

Not to mention the sassy tops I team them with.

Sometimes I wear a bra, often I don't. Just depends on my mood. How brazen and sexy I feel like being that day.

I suppose it's too much for the workplace, but I don't care a hoot. When a girl is exceedingly pretty it lends heaps of self confidence, and blessed with a bod like mine it would be a shame not to show it off.

Least that's my take on the matter

Certainly has the desired effect on male colleagues. Especially the ones on my floor. There are other females down there but none of them are hotties like me. I have the field to myself, only show in town, and I make the most of it. I've been driving the guys beserk since the day I started.

Poor things are forever fighting over me, trying to impress. Every last one of them would strangle their own granny to get into my knickers. Don't have the remotest chance, needless to say, bunch of dumb losers, but it's fun to toy with them all, sashay around the place dressed to inflame and feed their hopeless fantasies, tease and tantalize the saps with what they yearn for but can't have. I get such a buzz out of it!

I also like how I make the women at the office, mainly unattractive old bats, sick with envy. You should see the daggered looks I get from some of these miserable cows when I'm sat there with a bunch of men hovering around, all battling for a tiny bit of my attention. Talk about jealous.

As for the men it's a safe bet that most of them aren't getting any at home. The frustration when they lust at me is palpable, which only makes it more amusing to torture them like I do.

The idea of all these sad sacks wanting me so bad, no doubt wanking themselves silly over me in their private moments, it lights me up no end, really gets me going, and my current boyfriend he reaps the benefit.

Boyfriend?

Well, yes and no.

I've hooked myself this rich older guy called Jason who showers me with money and presents in return for, well you know!

And boy does Jason get full value.

We get together a couple of evenings a week in the luxury condo he rents for me, going at it like rabbits while wifey thinks he's working late.

We laugh about it together, Jase and I, how poor Mrs J is probably about to start on a solo TV dinner at more or less the same time as her hubby is ten miles across town and sliding his grateful dick in between my lissom legs for one last leisurely fuck.

As we're doing it he grunts about how fabulous it feels to be with gorgeous nubile young me, rather than the clapped out old bag he's married to.

I love hearing him talk like that!

I tell him sexy stuff too. Like, I regale him with stories of how I torment all these men at my work, and Jason OMG he laps that up. It makes Jase very horny, hearing what a little cocktease I am. Reckon it turns him on as much as it does me.

It's a sort of foreplay. We'll be in bed together and I'll start whispering stuff to him, like say how I've been persecuting hapless nerdy Martin, my stupid supervisor, perching cross legged on his desk for little chats, dangling a pair of bare silky thighs under his nose, or bending over next to him, maliciously flaunting my sumptuous cleavage in his deprived sweaty face, and as I'm giggling these salacious tales into his ear I'll be stroking my benefactor's fat generous cock, priming him, getting him nice and hard and ready to plunge like a crazy man into my tight glistening pussy.

So I settled myself on this couch in Mr Rose's office and looked across at him expectantly, figuring I ought to stay quiet until I knew for sure what this was about.

I had an inkling, I may only be nineteen but I'm far from naive when it comes to men, however I thought it best that he make the running.

Hoped my intuition was right. Loved the idea of the big boss man seducing me at work!

Should I give the guy a little encouragement?

Yes, why not. I was feeling horny. Boyfriend's 'visits' have been tailing off recently, wife getting antsy about his absences he says, and I've been contemplating alternative sources of entertainment.

I lent back and made a production of crossing my legs in my short skirt, providing Mr Rose with a teasy little show. It hit the spot. He watched intently, ogling and not even bothering to pretend he wasn't. Guess when you're the boss you can do that.

As for me, I liked how he was letching. The frank appraisal combined with the macho self assurance, it was such a turn on.

Mr Rose buzzed through to his secretary.

'No interruptions, Janice, ok?'

He removed his jacket and got up from his desk and came towards the couch area. Seconds later he was looming over me.

"So, Shona, how's it going?"

I smiled and shrugged.

"Oh, you know, Monday mornings."

"Tell me about it. Hey, gotta say, you look even better than your photo."

Wow! I'm used to compliments from men but this one it took me by surprise. Wasn't sure quite what he meant.

"Photo?"

"The one on the HR system."

"Ok! Checked me out, have you?" I said, flirting.

He grinned.

"Have, honey, yeah."

Any last shred of doubt as to why the boss had invited me to this tete-a-tete was removed by the way he was gazing at me. The longing was etched across his face.

I grinned up at him, basking, enjoying the power rush I always get when I know a man wants me.

Even more so when that man is the CEO of the company I work at and he wants me so much that he's arranged for us to be alone in his office at ten o'clock on a Monday morning!

Normally, when I've decided to put out, I still play hard to get. I like to tease and lead a guy on, dangle him on a string, make the poor boy work for it, but this was different. Mr Rose is a powerful man. I mean, the company is called Rose Enterprises so it's not rocket science to work out who calls the shots around there.

He could fire me just like that if I pissed him off and I didn't want that to happen. I like working at Rose.

So I decided to go with the flow. Take my cues from him. Whatever he had in mind was more than ok by me.

What he had in mind soon became clear.

He removed his tie and tossed it aside.

"Mind if I join you?"

I patted the cushion next to me.

"Sure," I pouted.

He settled in close and casually rested his arm along the sofa behind me, his hand squeezing my shoulder. His other hand went to my thigh and started stroking.

Quick worker!

I giggled. The sort of insinuating giggle that told Mr Rose I was totally cool with what he was doing. That I liked it and he could do plenty more if he wanted.

I was sure he did want to do plenty more.

So did I. I was loving the situation, could feel the tingle in my belly, the warm damp between my legs.

He nuzzled at my neck, hands on the move, breathing becoming heavy.

A lusty rumble of delight at discovering I was braless.

"You are one sexy girl, Shona Roberts, you know that?"

He was inside my top, fondling a breast, other hand exploring beneath my skirt.

I giggled again.

"Maybe I do."

I squirmed around, opening my thighs to make it easy for Mr Rose to get his hand up there. He obliged, started to probe with strong skilful fingers through the sheer silk of my sopping panties.

OMG it was heavenly. I was panting now. Bitch on heat.

And I was so fucking wet!

"Do you want it here and now, baby?" he said.

"Just gagging for some cock, aren't you?"

Neither question needed an answer.

I slipped my hand into his lap, happy to feel a raging erection through his pants, and set about kneading the bulge.

"Not the only one who wants it, Mr Rose, am I?" I teased.

"So formal you are." Teasing me back!

"Well you are my boss," I said.

"Aren't you, Mr Rose?"

"I am, sugar, yes."

I unzipped him and freed his throbbing veiny cock.

"So big and hard!" I purred.

I licked my lips and grinned meaningfully. I felt like taking charge.

Boss got the message and sat back on the couch, ready to receive.

Not so fast though. First I got up and stood in front of him and treated him to a striptease.

"No, no playing with yourself, just watch," I commanded, as I got into my performance.

"That cock belongs to me."

Mr Rose grinned ruefully and obeyed. He sat there, dick protruding loud and proud, and watched me undress for him.

I took my time, relishing the hunger in his eyes as they followed my every move. A need so intense he was drowning in it.

He was mesmerized and bewitched, gorging on the spectacle of my delicious body being revealed in all its feminine glory, a body he was about to possess.

OMG I was loving this.

There's an enormous erotic power that comes from being a beautiful sexy girl and at this moment I was revelling in it. Wanted to savour and prolong things as long as possible.

Down to my panties, I stopped and struck a sex kitten pose.

"You like what you're seeing, Mr Rose?" I pouted, almost taunting the poor man.

"Fuck, yeah!"

His voice was strangled. Guy could barely speak!

I grinned.

"Wanna see the whole package?"

"You bet I do."

"So I'll take these panties off, will I?"

"Oh yeah!"

"How about a please?"

"Please, Shona baby, please take those fucking panties off. Please please please."

"Ok that was nice. Panties off."

I smirked at him, then I oh so slowly slipped my panties down over my hips and thighs. I let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them.

I flipped around and showed him my ass, then I got down on all fours and I crawled naked to him, put my head in his lap and took his cock into my mouth and started to pleasure it.

I licked and sucked and kissed and nibbled, took him to heaven's gate over and over again, each time stopping when I sensed he was approaching a point of no return.

I was merciless. I teased his cock like a top dollar whore until eventually he could take no more.

"Enough!" he snarled.

He yanked my head up and threw me on the carpet.

Then he took me.

He rammed his cruelly teased and rigid cock into my slick greedy pussy and started pumping.

He kept on and on, both of us moaning mindlessly, until finally we came together, an orgasmic burst of sheer sexual ecstasy.

It was a great fuck. Shatteringly satisfying.

The best I've ever had.

It was for him too.

I know that because he told me. He told me as we were lying there in post coital bliss on his office carpet. More exciting, he said, doing it at work. And I had to agree.

"Sure your boyfriend won't mind?" he kidded.

"Me fucking the boss at work?"

I was ultra relaxed now. Knew I could say or do anything and he wouldn't mind.

"Exactly," grinned Mr Rose.

"Should I ask him?"

"Yes, why don't you do that."

"Honey, you don't mind if I fuck the boss in his office, do you?"

He gave a little chuckle before replying.

"No, baby, I don't. I think you ought to fuck the boss every single chance you get. I'll go further. I damn well insist that you do. How's that?"

"Crystal."

"Good."

"Seriously though, Jase, I thought we'd said to keep things separate. Not mix business with pleasure."

He nodded.

"And it's been great. But thing is, baby, it really is getting difficult now. Like, how many times have I managed to see you in the last month?"

"Twice."

"Quite."

He told me that it wasn't enough for him. He was finding himself thinking about me all the time. It was affecting his performance as CEO. He needed me 'on tap'.

Therefore the only viable solution was for us to start fucking on a regular basis here in his office.

Music to my ears!

But what about people knowing, I asked him. Wasn't that a problem?

Not really, Jason assured me. People wouldn't know if we were careful.

He'd given it some thought, how we could manage things.

Rather than the slightly disconcerting formal summons via his secretary that I'd received today, I'd get a personal text from him directly saying that he 'wanted' me, could I leave my desk and join him. I'd assess the scene down where I was and I'd reply 'yes' and make the trip up to the top floor if I reckoned I could do it without raising a whole lot of eyebrows.

Otherwise I'd text back 'no'.

As for people guessing, the ones I worked with, his senior colleagues, first of all guessing isn't knowing, and second of all he wouldn't be fussed even if they did have their suspicions.

What about me, he asked. Was I worried about it?

Not at all, I said.

Totally true. I'd quite like the whole company to know I was screwing the CEO! Although I didn't tell Jason that. I promised him that I'd be careful.

The truth was, I didn't envisage me sending too many 'no' texts.

His secretary would know, obviously, but Janice could keep secrets. That was a big part of her job. She'd worked for Jason forever. Totally loyal. He'd trust Janice with his life, he told me.

"Ok, sure baby," I said.

Jason kissed me and checked his watch. So did I. It was almost eleven.

"Guess I'd better get back."

"D'you wanna freshen up first?"

"How do you mean?"

"There's a bells and whistles bathroom here."

"Really? Wow!"

"It's through that door behind my desk."

Fantastic!

I gathered up my clothes and went in there and got myself together. Had a shower, missing out the hair which I just brushed, redid my makeup, got dressed. When I came out twenty minutes later I looked exactly as I had when I arrived.

So did Jase, who'd got his pants zipped up, shirt buttoned, tie and jacket back on.

He looked like the CEO. Looked cool and calm and collected. Looked ready for business rather than a guy who'd just had his brains fucked out.

"So do the guys down there know where you are?"

"Nope. Just walked out and came up here."

"That's good. But you have to get back, right?"

"Kind of. Martin will be wondering where the fuck I am."

"Martin. Oh yeah, that dorky supervisor of yours. Isn't he the one you like to really mess with? The poor bastard you pricktease the whole time?

"Yeah, totally," I giggled.

"So who gives a flying fuck if he doesn't know where you are. Not scared he'll tick you off, are you?"

"Marty? Tick me off? Ha ha ha."

"Bit pathetic, is he?"

"God yeah. He's a fucking spaz."

Jason went silent for a moment. Then he fixed me with a devilish grin.

"Just thinking, sugar, what say you and I have a little fun at Marty's expense later on today?"

"How?" I said, intrigued.

Jason told me what he had in mind. It was pretty diabolical but also hilarious.

I told him I loved it and I added a couple of suggestions of my own.

"Shona, you are evil!" he spluttered.

"I know," I grinned.

"But ok, sure, that's what we'll do. Four o'clock, babe, ok?"

"Ok!" I said.

I awarded him a long snog, a nice sexy one, and then took my leave, went back down to my floor.

Martin did ask me where I'd been since ten o'clock but I gave him short thrift. Told him it was none of his fucking business.

He went red and blustery, started trying to tell me that it was his business, being my manager, but it was hard to take him seriously on account of he kept losing his thread. Perhaps because what he was really focussed on was peering down my top.

Usually I'd let him look, jiggle my tits around to upset him, but this time I had our little plan to execute so what I did was get angry.

"Martin, I know what you're staring at. Seems like you're always doing it and I've had enough. I'm sick and tired of you fucking perving on me. In fact you know what, I'm gonna fucking report it. I'm gonna send an email right now to the CEO and say that what's happening with me and you down here is totally fucking unacceptable."

"You wouldn't," blurted Martin, shocked.

"Just watch me," I said and I hammered at my keyboard as if carrying out my threat.

"No way he's going to deal with that, Shona."

A certain smugness had entered his expression.

"JR won't even get involved in stupid stuff like that. Janice his secretary will just forward to personnel, meaning there'll be a formal meeting scheduled to discuss it, then when it becomes clear that it's total and utter bullshit, which they will absolutely know it is, given the reputation you've got and given that I've worked here with no complaints for over five years, it's you who'll be in trouble. A lot of trouble."

"We'll see, won't we?" I said.

"In the meantime I'd like you to leave me alone."

"My pleasure," said Martin and off he went in a huff.

It had been quite a row but both of us had kept our voices down. I checked around to see if anybody in the vicinity had got wind of what had just happened. They hadn't. Perfect.

2/3.

Four o'clock on the dot my deskphone went.

It was Janice.

"Shona, JR would like to see you and Martin Peabody up in his office immediately please."

I said fine and asked if I should tell Martin.

Janice said no, not necessary, she was about to ring him herself. But we should come up together.

I hung up and looked across at Martin. A few seconds later his phone rang. He picked up and even from where I was I could see the colour draining from his face.

He put the phone down and stared into space for a moment, then seemed to gird himself, try to look unconcerned. Fooling no-one, I thought, inwardly giggling.

I got up and stopped by his desk.

"Should we go up then?" I gloated.

"Um, sure, yes," muttered poor Martin.

"You're gonna be in big shit, Shona, trust me," he said, as we were riding the elevator.

"Well one of us is," I shot back.

We exited the lift and walked into the room where Janice was sitting.

"Ah yes, good," she said, peering over her spectacles.

"Go right in. He's waiting for you."
Martin trooped off towards the door marked 'Jason Rose: CEO'.

I lingered behind a second, said thanks to Janice.

"No problem, honey," she whispered and she winked at me.

OMG she knew. She was in on it. Brilliant!

I smiled at her and then quickly followed after Martin, caught him up as he reached the door.

Martin knocked and after a short pause a deep booming voice said "come".

We went in and found Jason sat behind his desk looking extremely formidable.

Also extremely handsome, I thought!

I glanced at Martin. Just about holding it together but clearly overawed.

This was a massive deal for him. Five years at the company, sure, but in all that time the only exposure he'd had to the legendary Jason Rose was to be in a large crowd of other employees watching him give one of his famous but rare 'JR town hall addresses', these being a kind of mass companywide pep talk.

Now here he was up in JR's office on a charge of sexual harassment. Least as far as he was concerned he was. Poor guy was shitting bricks!

Jason got up from his desk and marched over to us, serious expression on his face.

"Malcolm Peabody?" he said, palm outstretched.

"Er, yes sir," stammered Martin, shaking hands.

"Or rather, no, it's errr Martin actually, sir."

"Sure. Martin. That's what I said," snapped Jason.

Martin nodded meekly. Jason was standing up close, right in his personal space, and gazing down like he was contemplating a creature of a vastly lower order.

Which was true in every sense. Not only was Jason the CEO of a company where Martin was a complete nothing, he towered over him. Jason was six four, Martin just slightly taller than me, there was a full foot difference between the two.

In addition there was the stark contrast in physiques, Jason well built, muscular, Martin the quintessential little weed. The contrast was quite funny. And of course it only added to the gigantic imbalance in power at play here.

"Guess they call you Marty," said Jason, with a grin.

Not much of a grin though. Blink and you'd miss it.

Martin had the sense to stay quiet but looked uneasy and embarrassed. I'd told Jason how he disliked being called Marty.

Jason turned to me.

"And you must be Shona."

His face remained serious but there was the hint of a smile and a definite twinkle in his eye.

"Yes, sir."

"Shona Roberts."

"Yes."

"Ok, so let's sort this shit out," Jason said, crisp and businesslike.

He walked over to the couch area and we traipsed after him.

Jason plopped himself down.

"Shona, would you like to sit too? You're not the accused here."

"Thank you," I said, smiling sweetly, and I joined him on the couch.

We sat close but not quite touching, Martin staying put and stood before us like an errant schoolboy.

Jason and I stared at him for a long moment, enjoying his obvious and growing discomfort.

Jason finally broke the silence.

"Right, Marty. So I've read Shona's complaint. Seems you're not doing your job properly. Seems you're spending the whole time ogling at her and it's getting to be a problem. Now let me tell you, I take this sort of thing seriously. Extremely seriously. This company has a reputation to uphold and I'm damn well going to make sure that nothing compromises that. And it appears from what Shona tells me that your behaviour towards her is becoming highly inappropriate. Like today, for example, you were looking down her top, is that correct?"

Martin cleared his throat and began speaking, his voice thin and strained.

"Sir, this isn't fair. Ok, I might have been looking, but it wasn't a big deal and Shona she usually likes -"

"Cut the crap," said Jason, interrupting brusquely, hand up to indicate his displeasure.

"Look, rules of the game on this. You get asked questions and you answer literally and truthfully. No embellishments necessary. If it's a yes or no question, like that one was, you answer yes or no. Ok Marty?"

"Yes sir."

"Excellent. So we try again. Were you looking down Shona's top in the office today?"

"Yes sir."

"Better. Well done. Honesty is what's needed for this process. Carry on being truthful and, who knows, you might still have a job at the end of this. If you lie, even the tiniest lie, you'll be out on your ear faster than you can scratch it. Do hope we understand each other. "

The mention of a possible sacking had an immediate and shattering effect on Martin. He looked terrified now. Terrified and utterly craven.

"Right, next question and a crucial one. Which is this. Did you ask Shona if you could have a good look down her top? Because if you did, Marty, and she said that yes you could, we can stop right here, no case to answer. So did you? Did you get her permission first?"

"No sir."

"Ah. Not good then. Not good at all."

I was enjoying this hugely. Finding it very hard to keep a straight face. I glanced across at Jason and caught his eye. He was having a ball too, I could tell.

"Shona, I'm sure you have questions for Marty. So feel free to chip in whenever you like."

"Thank you, I will."

"Do you have any right now?"

"I do."

"Away you go then."

I looked at Martin with a mocking smile.

"You often look at my breasts, Marty, don't you?"

"Um, err -"

"That's a yes or no again," reminded Jason.

"Ok, well I guess it's more that -"

"Yes or no. I won't fucking tell you again! God almighty."

"Sorry sir."

"Peabody? Peabrain more like."

I let out a giggle. Couldn't help it. Jase was such a bastard sometimes!

"Shona is asking if you frequently look at her breasts. That's the question. Fucking answer it."

"Yes sir."

"Is that the actual answer to her actual question? Or is that you telling me that you are now about to answer it?" snapped Jason, bullying mercilessly.

Marty opened his mouth but nothing emerged. Poor guy looked all at sea.

"Ok don't worry. Let's do it this way," said Jason with exaggerated patience, voice softening, like he was dealing with a small child.

"We re-pose the question. It's a very straightforward one. Do you often stare at Shona's tits?"

"Yes sir."

"Finally. Jesus, it's like pulling teeth. Still, we got there in the end. But let's speed this fucking thing up, shall we. Haven't got all day. Question, answer, question, answer. Got it?"

"Yes sir."

"Shona?"

"Ok JR, thank you. Yes, a couple more. Marty, so what's going on with you? Do you fancy me or something?"

"Yes."

"Because I'm a pretty girl?"

"Yes."

Jason butted in again.

"Just one small thing. Marty, given the charge is essentially you showing a lack of respect for Shona, I think for the duration of what we're doing here it'd be nice, and would work in your favour with me, if you were to address her very respectfully as Miss Roberts. That ok with you?"

"Yes sir."

Jason flashed me a wicked grin.

"And you, Shona? You'd really appreciate that, I'm guessing, if Marty here was to be highly respectful and refer to you as Miss Roberts for the rest of this discussion."

"Oh most definitely," I said, grinning back in spades.

"That's settled then."

Total scream! This was going beautifully to plan.

Better if anything.

It was clear that my wretched supervisor, scared of getting the sack, terribly intimidated and disempowered by the situation, would do or say anything we wanted. Jase and I had him on a spit. It was simply a matter of how to roast him.

"Can I carry on the inquisition?" I said.

"Yep," said Jason.

"I'm pretty then, Marty, am I?"

"Yes Miss Roberts."

"Sexy too? Do you find me sexy?"

"Yes Miss Roberts."

"And that's why you ogle me?"

"Yes Miss Roberts."

I started tittering at this point. Just couldn't resist. Jason was chortling too.

Martin wasn't though. The fact that we were now openly laughing at him was only adding to his ordeal. Guess he was fearing the worst.

Not that he could do much about it.

All he could do was try his level best to jump whatever hoops we put him through and hope against hope that it would be enough to somehow save his job.

"Not married, Marty, are you?" I continued.

"No Miss Roberts."

"So you live alone?"

"Yes Miss Roberts."

"What about a girlfriend? Do you have a girlfriend, Marty?"

"No Miss Roberts."

"Can't say that surprises me," I smirked.

"Still, that's a shame. Don't suppose you ever get laid then. Like, how old are you? About forty or something?"

"Yes Miss Roberts."

"And have you had a fuck even once in the last, say, ten years?"

"No Miss Roberts."

"Poor thing! Being sex starved must be so tough on a guy. Do you feel sexually frustrated a lot of the time?"

"Yes Miss Roberts," muttered Martin.

His voice was barely above a whisper. Only thing Martin wanted right now was a hole to open up and swallow him.

"Speak up man! We can hardly hear you," Jason chided.

"Sorry sir," said Martin, managing to raise the volume just slightly.

"Seeing me around the office, does it get you excited?" I went on, remorseless, relishing this opportunity to utterly humiliate the poor man.

"Yes Miss Roberts."

"Is it even more exciting because of how I dress?

"Yes Miss Roberts."

"Like, have you noticed how my skirts are quite short?"

"Yes Miss Roberts."

"Show a lot of leg, don't they?"

"Yes Miss Roberts."

"Tight too. Make my ass look fabulously enticing, I bet?"

"Yes Miss Roberts."

"And my breasts, Marty, let's not forget my breasts. They're large, aren't they?"

"Yes Miss Roberts."

"And luscious?"

"Yes Miss Roberts."

"And especially tantalizing, I suppose, because of the revealing tops I like to wear?"

"Yes Miss Roberts."

"So to summarize, you get sexually aroused just by looking at me, would that be fair to say?"

"Yes Miss Roberts."

"And tell me, that problem of yours we were talking about, poor old you never getting laid and stuff, does the sight of a hot nineteen year old girl swanning around close to you in the office all day and every day wearing incredibly sexy outfits, does that tease you and get you even more horribly frustrated? Is it almost unbearable? Does it drive you insane? You know, because you can never have me. All you can do is look."

"Yes Miss Roberts."

Abject and demeaned, increasingly distressed, Martin was trembling and twitching and staring fixedly down at the carpet.

"Why aren't you looking at me now then?"

Silence.

Not a yes or no question, so the poor sod didn't know how to respond.

"Yeah, fuck's sake," said Jason, joining in the fun again.

"We were just talking about respect, were we not. Least you can do is look at Miss Roberts when she's talking to you."

Martin dragged his head up and forced himself to look at me. I cracked a wicked grin and stuck my tongue out at the hapless schmuck. I was completely toying with him now and wanted him to realize it.

He did of course. He knew it but could do nothing to defend himself because he could see that I'd got the CEO, the all powerful Jason Rose, wrapped around my little finger.

Had he guessed why that was? That me and the boss were fucking? I didn't know and neither did I care.

It would soon become obvious in any case.

"Do you wish you could touch me, Marty?" I taunted.

"Yes Miss Roberts."

I lazily shifted position on the couch, lent further back and got very comfortable.

Then I carried on the cruel relentless goading.

"Is that something you think about a lot? When you're all alone at night, for example, do you jerk off under the sheets fantasizing about me? Do you imagine me there naked in bed with you? My soft silky body all yours to play with. Do you toss and turn every single night in your cold lonely bed thinking about making love to me? Do you, Marty?"

"Yes Miss Roberts."

"Oh you poor poor thing," I laughed.

I did a prolonged leisurely arm stretch, scanty top sliding up to flash several inches of bare belly, and I casually crossed and re-crossed my legs inside my little skirt.

Martin tried to hold my taunting gloating gaze but could manage it for no more than a split second.

The obvious thing for him to stare at, what he really wanted to stare at, were my spectacular flaunted legs, but I guess he felt he'd better not, what with the nature of the charge he was up on, and so his eyes settled desperately on or around the area of my chin.

"He's gone very red, hasn't he?" sniggered Jason, aware that I was teasing poor Marty with my legs.

"He sure has," I giggled.

"Must be guilt," Jason announced firmly.

"Don't you think, Shona?"

"Yep. Guilty as sin. Ogling me again there, wasn't he, before he caught himself and stopped. Just like I said in the email. Case proved?"

Jason nodded and looked straight at Martin, adopting a suddenly very formal tone and posture.

"Definitely. The complaint is upheld. Malcolm Peabody, you are guilty as charged of inappropriate behaviour in the workplace. Bit of a pervert, I have to say."

"His name is not Malcolm, JR. It's Martin."

"Whatever."

Martin was looking beyond distressed, hearing the verdict. Looked utterly mortified. Tears were welling up in his eyes. He was on the point of blubbering like a baby.

Jason ignored him, turned to me instead.

"Glad you reported this, Shona. You were right to bring it to my attention. We must see about a reward for you."

"Why thank you, JR! A reward would be lovely," I chirped gleefully.

"My pleasure, Shona," said Jason.

He was being openly affectionate now, gazing lovingly at me, playing with my hair.

"But no, no sir, none of this means that I'm -"

Martin had started blurting, forgetting the rules in his acute distress and anxiety.

"Shut the fuck up," drawled Jason, stroking my hair, hand on my knee.

"Don't make it worse for yourself. You're guilty but this is not over yet. We have to decree the punishment for you and the reward for the delectable Miss Roberts. And by 'we' I mean Miss Roberts and I. She and I together will mull it over and decide. Now let me see, what's the time, ok not even five o'clock, no problem. So what I'd like you to do, my friend, is go wait out there with Janice while we discuss what's going to happen. I'll call you back in when we're ready."

Martin nodded dumbly, turned and shuttled off towards the door.

"Hang on, let me call her first."

Martin froze where he was, halfway to the door, and Jason got up, went to his desk and buzzed through.

"Janice, sweetheart, can you pop in please."

Moments later Janice appeared in the doorway.

"Yes?"

At least thirty years older than me, Janice must be, but I have to admit still attractive. A bit severe perhaps but definitely attractive.

Good figure, that's for sure, especially her legs. She was dressed nicely too. Knee length pencil skirt, sheer tights and heels, a crisp white blouse opened to show just a hint of cleavage.

If I look like that when I'm her age I won't be too unhappy about it.

Bet men still fancy her.

Bet Jason does a little bit, although he's never said. If he hadn't hit the jackpot with me, who knows, he'd maybe be nailing Janice. Probably he did years ago, when she was more fresh and fuckable.

"I need you to look after Marty here for a while. You're not about to leave or anything, are you?"

"No, JR. I'll be a while yet. Still got tons to do."

"Good. So Marty's going to sit quietly out there with you and he's not going to be any trouble. Just ignore him, basically, until I buzz and say to send him back in, ok?"

"Sure thing."

"Ok."

"Come along then, Marty," said Janice.

She waggled her finger imperiously and Martin trotted obediently towards her.

OMG, did he have any self esteem left at all?

Looking at how crushed and broken he was, my little head was swirling with ideas for the sick and twisted things we could inflict on the poor bastard when we got him back in the room!

"Oh Jan," Jason called, as they were disappearing from view.

"Yes?"

"I said just ignore Marty, and please do if that's what you'd prefer, but if there's a way that he can make himself useful to you, then by all means use the opportunity, you know what I mean?"

Janice paused for thought then gave a sly smile.

"Um, ok. Well there is something that springs to mind. It's not really a work thing though."

"Doesn't matter. Anything you want him to do, just tell him and he'll do it."

"Ok great. Because I was noticing, just before you called actually, that these shoes I'm wearing have got a little grubby today."

"Surely not. That's so unlike you."

Janice laughed sheepishly.

"I know. Must have trodden in some crud when I went out at lunchtime and then not spotted it until just now. Unlike me, as you say. Anyway, what I'm thinking, it'd be a big help to me if Marty could see to them. I'll slip them off and he can clean and shine them up with a damp cloth. What do you think?

"A damp cloth? You have a damp cloth out there?"

"Um, no actually. Damn, there goes that bright idea. Unless, well I guess he can use his tongue, JR, can't he?"

"Swell suggestion! Hear that, Marty? Job for you there. Cleaning Janice's shoes with your tongue. Licking all the crap off them first, then licking some more until they shine so good you can see your ugly mug in them. Aren't you the lucky one. Why don't you thank Janice for thinking of that."

"Um, thank you, Janice," Martin mumbled.

Christ could he get more pathetic.

Yes, was the answer. Three people were now tyrannizing poor helpless Martin and we were on a roll. We were having a fabulous time. Wasn't totally sure how far we would push this, ultimately, but we were certainly planning to indulge ourselves.

Jason had ensured that the coast was clear. He had no appointments for the rest of the day and there were just the four of us, Martin and his three tormentors, on this floor. We could go to town!

"Hey, why bother taking them off?" said Jason.

"I'm sorry?"

"Your shoes. No need to trouble yourself. Marty can crawl under your desk while you're working and clean them in situ."

"Even better!" exclaimed Janice, delightedly.

"That should keep you nicely occupied, Marty, shouldn't it?" Jason continued.

"Stop you speculating too much about what your punishment for sexually harassing Shona is going to be."

"Reckon he's still gonna be fretting about it," I giggled.

"Sexually harassing poor little Shona!" exclaimed Janice, as if shocked and horrified.

"Is that what he's been doing? Is that what this is about?"

"I'm afraid it is," said Jason, sombrely.

Janice turned to Martin and slapped him across the face.

"Monster!" she said, her sharp voice like the crack of a whip.

"Easy, sweetheart," said Jason.

"Ok, sorry. But sexual harassment, jeez I hate that. I'm not sure about him lurking under my desk and licking my shoes now. I don't want him peering up my skirt. I mean, he's a sexual pervert. Isn't that what's been concluded?"

Jason snorted with derision.

"But a pretty pathetic one. If I tell him that he shouldn't be looking at anything but your shoes while he's down there licking them then believe me he won't. Will you, Marty?"

"No sir."

Martin was sounding and looking truly excruciated.

"See. But ok maybe he should actually make the promise. Marty, c'mon Janice needs to hear it. Tell her here and now that even though you're a disgusting little pervert you will not be peeking up her skirt while you're under her desk licking her shoes. C'mon, those exact words if you please. And look at her while you're saying it."

Martin gulped a few tortured breaths then went for it. He looked at the mischievously smiling Janice and delivered his lines.

"Janice, even though I'm a disgusting little pervert I promise that I won't peek up your skirt while I'm under your desk licking your shoes."
"Perfect! You know what, I think I might be warming to you," said Jason.

And OMG if Martin's little face didn't register a modicum of relief. The poor poor bastard.

The relief did not last long.

"Anything else out there needs cleaning, Jan?" wondered Jason.

"Possibly."

"Shame to waste a willing tongue. Cleaners don't come till after midnight as I recall."

"There's the men's toilets, JR, I suppose. Those guys from Merricks we had in here for that two o'clock meeting, half a dozen of them went in there before they left."

"Oh god, that bunch."

"I know. Didn't seem the careful types, did they? Both cubicles are bound to be in a state. Bet there's stale pee all over the place. Probably a bit of the other too, wouldn't surprise me."

"There you go then."

"What do you think, Shona honey?" said Janice to me.

"Should Marty lick the men's toilet out?" she said.

I grinned at her.

"I think he should, yes. After he's done your shoes, of course."

"Of course."

"Oh and Janice, maybe you'd better supervise him when it comes to the bogs," said Jason.

"Don't want him cheating and using something other than his tongue. You don't mind, sweetheart, do you?"

"Be glad to," said Janice.

"Ok, so see you guys later," said Jason, fluttering his fingers.

"C'mon pervert, your chores await," Janice trilled and she ushered him out the door.

Jason and I creased up the moment the door was closed. Neither of us could speak for a while.

"Oh my god, this is too much!" I cried, when I'd stopped corpsing.

"This is fucking hilarious."

"Isn't it."

It had made the both of us horny as hell, so the first thing we did was have a quick hard fuck on the couch.

We wanted to make sure Marty had ample time to be licking ladies' shoes and men's toilets, whilst worrying his little head off about whether he was getting fired, so afterwards we took a long sexy shower together during which Jase got down and soaped my cunt and licked it out good.

"Bet what Marty's tasting right now isn't quite so yummy," I giggled.

Jason grinned up at me.

'Bitch!' he said and he slapped my arse, which I loved.

We got dried and dressed and then we spent a while back on the sofa idly chatting about this and that, including the unspeakable stuff we were going to inflict on our victim when we had him back in our clutches.

Jason gurned at me and said that, knowing Janice as he did, the poor sod would have had a grim time already.

A few minutes before six o'clock, Jason went and perched on his desk and called though.

"Janice? Ok, all clear. Bring him in."

The door opened moments later and Janice came into the room pulling Martin behind her by his tie.

Which is all he was wearing.

Poor man was totally on display.

Well, almost. He had his hands cupped over his genitals in an attempt to retain at least a shred of dignity, but all this actually did was make him look more risible.

I was laughing anyway, so was Jason.

"Oh my god, Jase, he's fucking naked already!" I exclaimed, hand to mouth.

It was a genuine surprise. One of the first things I'd been intending to do was make Marty get undressed in front of us, however it appeared that Janice had got there first.

Not a problem. There was plenty else I was looking forward to doing to him!

Jason wasn't fazed at all.

"Made him strip off to do his chores, Jan, did you?"

"Just trying to protect his clothes."

"Course."

"Just as well too. God, JR, those cubicles were a real mess."

"I bet they were. Clean now though, sweetheart, right?"

"Spotless."

"And your shoes?"

"Ditto."

"So look, Janice, I'm about to pronounce on Marty's punishment for being a sexual pervert and Shona's reward for reporting it. Do you wanna stay for this or do you wanna scoot?"

"I'm interested, so I'll stay."

"Thought you would."

"Ok, JR, so what's the score?" Janice asked.

"What have you decided?"

Jason remained leaning against his desk as he outlined the decision. Janice stood just inside the room, holding the naked Martin by his tie, and I was reclining comfortably on the couch.

Martin was whimpering a little. Abject fear, unspeakable humiliation, a big dose of self disgust for allowing this to happen to him, guess those were the things the poor man was feeling.

That's what I liked to think anyway, as I gazed avidly across. I'm sure I was right.

"Ok, well he probably won't like it," Jason began.

"Figured that," gurned Janice.

"Indeed. But let me run through it. Marty, you listening over there?"

No reply. Just that rather pathetic sound he was making.

"Don't worry, JR, he's listening," cackled Janice.

"He's listening to every single word."

She gave Martin's neck a sharp yank with the tie to reinforce the message. He yelped and then resumed the whimpering.

"Aw the poor thing," I giggled.

Jason chuckled and continued.

"Ok good. So here's what's going to happen."

And he set out what he and I had discussed and agreed.

It was simple. Marty's punishment and my reward were one and the same thing. The governing principle was fairness. Marty had done bad things to me, the furtive peeping down my top, the constant staring at my legs, just generally being a sad and irritating little pervert, and so now the right and proper thing was for this to be reversed. I would get the chance to do bad things to him.

I had free rein. Whatever I wanted to do to Marty, I could. No limits.

Retribution, basically, is what it amounted to and it was going to be suitably harsh for him and immensely enjoyable for me.

Hence for the next sixty minutes I was going to torment Marty in any way I wished.

Jason and Janice would help out as necessary, but it was down to me exactly how Marty was going to be abused.

I was to be tormentor-in-chief.

Jason took a pause, looked at me.

"Ok with this, Shona? An hour or so of torturing the fuck out of Marty?"

"Looking forward to it," I assured him.

Jason announced that Marty's employment situation would be clarified once I'd had my sixty minutes. Reason for the deferment being that it depended on his attitude to being tortured whether or not Marty kept his job.

If he buckled down, suffered whatever I chose to inflict upon him without being difficult, then fine, he had a future at the company.

Any deviation from that, any behaviour which made things even the least bit problematic for me while I tormented him, and that would be the end. Fired and a bad reference so the only job he'd be getting in the foreseeable future was flipping burgers.

"Ok, that's it. You ready to get started, sweetie?"

"Totally."

"You have until seven o'clock. Feeling sadistic?"

I giggled.

"We'll see, won't we?"

"Jan, do you wanna take him over to Shona?"

"You bet," Janice said, glint in her eye.

OMG, it was panning out so perfectly. This was gonna be fun!

3/3.

Janice led Martin across the room to where I was sitting, parading and presenting him for my amusement.

"Marty, say hello again to Miss Roberts."

"Hello Miss Roberts."

He was stuttering, barely audible.

"Hi Marty!" I chortled.

"Gosh you look different. But you know what, I like it. It's an improvement. Stop trying to cover yourself up, hands by your sides. That's better. Wow that's a small dick you've got there! Fucking pathetic that is, Marty. Bet it'd go a teeny bit bigger if I showed you my fabulous tits though, huh? Hey, maybe I'll do that sometime if you ask me really really nicely! Or maybe I won't. Ha ha ha. He's been a good little boy for you, Janice, has he?"

"On the whole. He threw up halfway through toilet duties, but apart from that."

"Threw up? Yuck! Hope you disciplined him."

"Nice hard slap and a kick in the goolies."

"Ouch!" I giggled.

"Yes he certainly felt it."

I smiled nastily at Marty.

"Guess I'm looking forward to this a lot more than you are."

The expression on his face told me how true that was. He looked utterly terrified.

With good reason too, because I got straight into things and for the next hour and more I transported him to hell. People couldn't be more wrong if they think that extremely pretty young girls can't also be extremely cruel young girls!

First I made him do a nude dance for me. Told him to imagine his favourite song playing in the room and groove around to it.

I kept him lumbering clumsily about in front of me for maybe ten minutes, all to much giggling and clapping from me and derisive laughter from Jan and Jase.

Then I told Jan to lead him around the room on all fours, with Marty woofing and pretending to be a dog.

She did it roughly, kept yanking on the tie around his neck, jerking his head from side to side.

I sat and enjoyed the spectacle, shouting out "ooo look at that doggy go!" and "wonder if it wants a bone?" and loads of sarcastically demeaning stuff like that.

I got Jase to join in, strolling behind and kicking Marty up the backside with his heavy brogues.

I joined the party too. I got up from the couch and sauntered over there and kicked him in the ribs a few times.

Then I mounted him and grabbed a firm hold of his ears and I rode him round and round the room, Jan ahead of us and pulling him along and continually snapping his head around, Jase following and booting merry hell out of his arse, until eventually my poor mistreated steed collapsed flat on the floor in pain and exhaustion, face down, mewling and gasping.

I stood on him in my stilettos and stamped around grinding the heels into his back and his buttocks. I made him kiss my shoes and say a big thank you to them for trampling on him. Then I took them off and used them in the next instalment.

I sat on his back and started idly rapping his head, right on the crown, with the heel of a shoe.

I made it more cruel as I went on. Definitely be classed as torture now, what I was doing to poor Marty.

I delivered blows at irregular intervals, so he never knew when the next one would land, couldn't prepare himself for the pain, and I mixed up soft playful hits that didn't really hurt with harder ones that hurt him a lot.

Then every so often a full-on vicious crack to make his fucking skull rattle!

His face was down in the carpet and this muffled his sobbing, but even so it was loud.

At first he'd been twisting his head this way and that, desperate to avoid the treatment I was dishing out, but I soon put a stop to that. Just pointed out to Jase what he was doing, that it was breaking the stipulation that if he wanted to hang on to his job Marty must behave impeccably, and that was quite sufficient.

Soon as Marty heard me complaining he stopped moving his head and I had a nice stationary target to carry on attacking at leisure.

I grabbed the other shoe and went at things double-handed pretending to be a drummer, humming the stars and stripes, getting Jase and Jan to hum along, and bashing out an accompaniment on my 'drum'.

It was good to get the issue of Marty's compliance in his own torment tested and out of the way. After that, regardless of what we did to him, he never again tried to resist. He just suffered and suffered and suffered some more, and that is all he did.

The perfect torture toy.

Really did make the whole thing so much more enjoyable than if he'd been constantly fighting and attempting to defend himself and stuff.

Such a wonderful idea to exploit Marty's terror of losing his job and put this condition in. Have to admit Jason was the one who came up with it.

I stood up and walked away across the room and I forced Marty to slither to me on his belly and grovel at my bare feet.

I got him to adore and worship me, kiss my toes, tell me over and over how gorgeous and sexy I was, that I was perfection, a princess, that he was just a worm.

"You are, aren't you," I giggled.

I made the 'worm' beg and beg and beg not to be tortured anymore. Don't worry it's not against the rules, I told him. I wanted him to do it.

"Sorry," I announced, after a torrent of abject pleading.

"I don't want to stop. It's too much fun. Plus it isn't seven o'clock yet. Long time to go."

I was having just the best time!

We flipped him onto his back.

"Can you gag the little shit, Jase, please," I said.

"Sure, babe."

"Sick of hearing him now."

"Think we all are."

Jason went to the fruit bowl on his desk and came back with a large apple.

"This should do the trick."

He prised Marty's jaw wide open and stuffed and screwed the apple into his mouth. It was a snug fit, took some force to get it properly in, but Jase managed ok.

"There we go," he said, finally satisfied.

"Cunt can't make much fucking noise now, ladies, can he?"

I said it looked pretty effective to me but perhaps we'd better check to make absolutely sure.

I told Marty to spread his legs and I asked Jan if she fancied giving his genitals a stomping with her stilettos. She grinned and said she certainly did.

The exercise worked well. Before long Marty was in agony, crying buckets, but the only noise he could make was the rather faint 'ug ug ug' coming from behind the apple.

"Perfect!" I announced.

"Bit of peace and quiet at last."

"Should I stop, Shona?" asked Jan, taking a breather.

"Just a little more," I told her.

"Hard as you fucking can."

"You got it," smiled Jan, and she went back at it with even more gusto.

If it wasn't for his fruit gag Marty would have been screaming the fucking roof down.

And the sweet thing was that even though he was writhing around, he'd remembered the rules and was making it nice and easy for Jan by keeping his legs open and his cock and balls suitably exposed.

"Ok that's enough," I said.

I giggled, looking at Marty's condition.

"Oh god, his poor tackle. We ought to check it still works. You know, see if he can get a hard-on."

Still laughing, I sat on his stomach, facing forward and straddling him. I told him to look closely, I was going to remove my top.

"Because we all know you wanna see my big tits, don't we?"

I took the top off and started fondling my breasts, checking that he was staring.

He was.

I lent forward and pressed them to his face, let the hard nipples brush across the tip of his nose.

"Why don't you suck them, Marty? Don't you want to? You won't get another chance, you know. Oh sorry, you can't. Not with that pesky apple stuck in there. Aw poor thing! Shouldn't tease you like this, should I? It's bad of me, I know."

I asked Jan to report on what was happening between Marty's legs. Yes, she chuckled, his little pecker had stirred and arisen.

I was really amused. He may have just suffered a prolonged and painful assault down there but still the tit tease I was inflicting was doing what it was meant to.

I jumped off him and took a look.

OMG so pathetic. Poor little bastard had indeed got himself a hard-on. About half the size of Jason's, sure, but yes a nice little hard-on.

"Fucking pervert," cackled Jase.

"He is that," said Jan.

"Loves those juicy jugs of yours, babe, doesn't he?" said Jase, leering.

"Seems so," I said.

I was standing topless over Marty, smirking down at him.

"Can't say I blame him," said Jase, wolfish grin.

"Fuck you look good in just that little skirt, babe. Maybe you should stay like that for a while."

"You think?"

"I do."

"Ok," I giggled coquettishly.

"Seen enough of this now, Shona?" Jan asked.

She was pointing at Marty's erection.

"Do believe I have," I snickered.

"Want me to get rid of it?"

"Yes please."

Jan gave an evil chuckle.

"My absolute pleasure."

She placed a stiletto in Marty's groin and with great relish extinguished his little hard-on.

"What next, honey?" she inquired.

"How do you wanna torment him next?"

I paused to think for a moment, then turned to Jase.

"We did say I could do anything I wanted, right?"

"Sure babe."

"Ok, great," I beamed.

"Let's take him into the bathroom then."

Jase said sure, grabbed the end of the tie which was still hanging around Marty's neck and dragged him off to the bathroom.

Me and Jan followed, giggling like crazy together at the pitiful sight.

When we'd got Marty in there Jase asked me how I wanted him. I said flat on the floor on his back.

He bundled Marty down onto the hard bathroom tiles. His head gave a crack as it hit the floor, which made us laugh.

Jase arranged him as per my instructions, pulled his arms and legs out on either side so that Marty was spread-eagled out on the bathroom floor.

"That ok, sugar? That what you had in mind?"

"Perfect!" I grinned.

Jase sneered down at the torture toy.

"Ok listen up Marty. Miss Roberts loves the position you're in. So whatever happens you don't move a fucking muscle, ok? Got that you little cunt?"

Marty did what could have been a nod, hard to tell, and made some more of his trademark distant 'ug ug ug' sounds.

"Guess that was him agreeing," I gurned.

I sat on Marty's chest and stared deeply into his eyes, savouring the fear and humiliation, the complete degradation of spirit, I saw reflected there.

And to know I was the cause of it all, this was just the horniest thing!

Marty was in a state. Such a state that although I was topless he couldn't muster the slightest interest in the renewed proximity of my tits. No hard-on for little Marty this time. He wasn't even noticing my gorgeous globes.

One of us was sexually excited however. My panties were a mess.

I was so getting off on this, the enormous power I had and the delicious knowledge that I had it because I was a drop dead beautiful girl.

I was behaving like the meanest bitch on earth and because the boss was a sadistic bastard who was besotted with me I was getting away with it. I was even being praised and encouraged!

More than this, I was smugly aware that wealthy and powerful men like Jason Rose would keep finding themselves smitten by me, hence I would continue to be pampered and spoiled and indulged.

I would be given everything my little heart desired.

I was having the time of my life and I knew that things were only going to get better and better for me.

The unfairness appealed to me. Turned me on something rotten, in fact.

Like, the wretched Marty here was utterly at my mercy and I wasn't about to show him any. He'd suffered so much already, now he was going to be tormented some more and I was gonna relish every second of it!

Because the terrible truth is I'd started to view Marty more as dumb debased animal than actual person by this point.

I detected something else in his eyes. Hate.

He hated me. He knew I was loving doing this to him and he hated and despised me for it.

Good!

I wanted him to know I was loving it and I wanted him to hate me. That just made it all the more thrilling.

I gave him a slow sardonic wink and blew a pouty kiss.

"You poor poor creature," I whispered.

"So what's the plan, babe?" said Jase.

"Five minutes left," he said.

"But I can go over schedule just a teeny bit if I need to, can't I?"

"Course you can, sugar. If you need to."

"Ok, so that apple in its mouth," I mused.

"Means it can only breathe through its nose, doesn't it?"

Jason and Janice both nodded and started chuckling. They'd guessed what I was intending to do.

My fingers went walkies around Marty's face and came to rest on his nose.

"Oh sweet jesus, that is fucking inhuman!" Jason gurned.

"Look, Jan, she's gonna suffocate the poor little bastard!"

"Good. He deserves it."

I toyed with Marty's nose, pushing it into his face, flicking it, tweaking it around, and I allowed his dread of what was about to happen to grow and grow until it consumed him.
He couldn't speak of course but his eyes were communicating very clearly to me. His eyes were beseeching me not to do it.

Eventually I giggled like a demon and pressed his nostrils firmly together, cutting off his air supply.

I held his nose shut and suffocated him until his face went a blueish tinge and his eyes were bulging in their sockets.

Just as he was about to pass out, the 'ug ug ugs' fading away to nothing, I let go and he was able to desperately drag some oxygen through his nostrils and down into his tortured lungs.

I gave him sufficient time to revive himself and then began the process again.

And again and again.

As commanded by Jason, Marty didn't move. He simply lay there stretched out on the floor while I sat on him and inflicted the appalling torture. Amazing.

I asked Jan if she would like a go. She said she would.

She crouched next to Marty and did the thing with his nose, meanwhile I shuffled down a little, sitting on him at waist level, and I began slowly torturing him with my nails.

At first I just casually poked and pinched at his chest and stomach. Then I started digging in, dragging my long sharp fingernails across his flesh, making bright red scratches all over his torso.

It looked nice when I'd finished. Went really well with the various welts and bruises he had from the earlier abuse.

I heard a series of whipping noises coming from behind and twisted to see what the cause was.

It was Jase.

Not to be left out, he'd fixed himself up with a wet towel and was using it vigorously on Marty's legs and feet, lashing away from top to bottom.

It was a funny sight. Jason looked rather like a boisterous schoolboy. Certainly he wasn't looking like the CEO of a major corporation.

I giggled and turned back to my nail carvings.

I was enjoying myself immensely. So much so that I lost track of time and Jason had to tap my shoulder and inform me that it was way past seven o'clock. Nearer eight, in fact!

"He's right, honey, it is," said Janice, who had ceased the asphyxiation routine and was standing with Jason, the both of them looking intently down at Marty and me.

"Gotta wrap this up, Shona baby," said Jason, pressing the point.

I put on my best and cutest baby doll voice.

"Two more minutes?"

"Ok," Jason relented.

"Seeing as it's you."

"Thank you!" I said.

"There's just this one more thing I wanna do."

Which was to mess with Marty's nipples.

I tortured them in turn, one and then the other, getting the nipple between the nail of my thumb and forefinger and then squeezing and squeezing until the blood came.

Took a little longer than two minutes, actually, but Jase and Jan waited patiently until I was finished.

I climbed off my toy and stood to join the others.

"That was a fabulous reward," I announced.

"Glad you liked it, sweetie," said Jason.

"You know what though, I think we ought to just confirm with Marty that he has had enough," joked Janice.

"Because who knows, perhaps he's a raving masochist. Perhaps he's been getting off on all this and would appreciate a little more."

I started giggling.

"Yes, men are peculiar creatures, aren't they?"

"They sure can be," said Jan, also giggling.

"There's guys around would pay good money to be tortured by a hot young girl like you, honey."

"Really?"

"Oh yes."

"Let's ask him then," I said, and I hunkered down to pull the apple out of Marty's mouth.

Couldn't do it though. I wasn't strong enough. It was wedged in too tight.

"Allow me," said Jason, masterfully, and he did the business.

I gazed down at Marty.

"Ok. So Marty, I've finished tormenting you now unless you'd like me to carry on. If you would, I will. There's still tons of stuff I could do. What do you say?"

Marty's response was not one that could be misinterpreted.

"Nooooooo, please god Shona, noooooo!" he shrieked and his head jerked from side to side so violently it nearly fell off.

"Fine," Jason laughed.

"That seems clear enough. Torture over. It's Miss Roberts actually, not Shona, but I'm going to let you off."

"Let's give him a quick shower," I suggested.

"Good idea. He certainly needs one," said Janice.

We manoeuvred him into the shower cubicle and made him squat on the floor.

"Could you pass me the nozzle," I said to Jason.

"Sure, babe."

He reached up and detached it and passed it over to me.

I leaned into the cubicle, set the temperature control to maximum, and turned the shower on.

I tested the water on my wrist.

Jesus! Couple of seconds of that was more than enough. It was hellish hot. Almost boiling.

I moved outside, kept the nozzle carefully pointed down so that the water was missing Marty but only just.

It was obvious how hot it was. Marty could see the steam it was generating, could feel the heat being thrown off.

"Right here we go, nice warm shower for you!" I grinned, and proceeded to turn the jet right on him.

For the next couple of minutes Marty rolled and scrambled around on the cubicle floor screaming blue murder as I zapped him with the scalding hot water.

It was cheating, trying to take evasive action, it was dead against the rules, but I decided not to make a big deal about it.

Two reasons really.

One, his attempts were futile, he couldn't get out of the way.

Two, I was also cheating. The torture session was meant to be over. This was a kind of sneaky extension that I hadn't even cleared with Jason. Thankfully, Jase didn't seem to mind. Both he and Jan were enjoying the spectacle and egging me on.

I stopped when I noticed poor Marty's skin starting to look a little odd.

Serious burns requiring hospitalization were not what I had in mind. That could cause no end of complications, none of which we wanted to deal with. That would be all too tedious and potentially even a problem.

Jase obviously felt the same.

"Great timing babe," he said, when I turned the water off.

Marty was huddled up in a corner of the cubicle.

The screaming had stopped but that gentle whimpering of his had made a reappearance.

"Jase, you don't need a pee, do you?" I asked, nodding in the direction of Marty.

Jason got my drift.

"Do, actually," he grinned and he stepped into the cubicle and stood over Marty, got his dick out and pissed all over him.

"Oh dear, he's just had a shower too," said Jan.

"Getting another one by the looks of it," I giggled.

Jason finished up and exited the cubicle.

"Better hose him down again, Shona."

"You sure?"

"But take it easy. Not so fucking hot this time."

"Got it," I said, and I gave Marty a second shower.

I switched the temperature to the other end of the dial. It was fucking freezing!

No danger of lasting physical damage this time, so I made it a lot longer. Five minutes he got, perhaps slightly more.

"Right, that is definitely it," announced Jason, his tone brooking no debate.

"Jan, can you go and bring his clothes in here please."

Jan went and retrieved Marty's clothes from her room and brought them to the bathroom.

"Marty, you've done brilliantly," said Jason, all sweetness and light.

"Why don't you take a minute, dry yourself off, get dressed. Come through when you're ready. We'll have a quick chat, then it's home time."

We left him to it and trooped through to the office, Jason closing the bathroom door because "poor guy needs some privacy" he said.

"Jan, you wanna get going now?"

"Sure, JR. That was fun. See you tomorrow".

"See you, Shona," she called, as she left the room.

"Sure," I said.

It was well after eight o'clock. I was starving! Hate missing dinner but I guessed it couldn't be helped.

Jason and I snuggled up on the couch to wait for Marty. We passed the time smooching and canoodling. I was still topless and Jase had a lovely time with my boobs.

We broke off when we noticed that a now fully clad Marty had emerged from the bathroom and was shuffling tentatively towards us.

"Sure, Marty, come on over," said Jason, disentangling himself from me.

Marty completed the journey across to the couch area. He was moving a little gingerly, his face was unnaturally flushed, and he had this kinda wild look in his eye, but apart from that he looked completely normal.

You'd never guess what had just happened to him if you didn't know.

Great. That was a key part of the plan.

"Can you fetch me my top?" I told him.

"It's over there."

Marty went and picked the top up from the floor and brought it over.

He hesitated, not knowing how close he ought to come to me. I told him to just throw it.

I caught it and put it back on, grinning insouciantly at him.

"Wave goodbye to my tits," I pouted.

He did, would you believe.

"Ok, important last words," said Jason.

"Yes sir," Marty said, a little more himself now.

"The first thing is that you do not, repeat not, tell a single other person, either in this company or outside, anything of what's happened here today. If you do, and I find out that you have, then I fire you and you never work in this industry again. Ok?"

"Ok sir."

"Second point, you did well with this, I was impressed, and so with the aforementioned caveat of it all being our little secret, you keep your job."

"Thank you, JR. Thank you sir."

Marty did actually look relieved and grateful.

What a fucking loser, I thought!

"Third and final point. You keep your job, the same job, but you're on probation. Not official probation, HR involved bla bla, none of that shit, this is our secret again, just me and Shona and Janice will know about it, but nonetheless it's real. You are on probation."

"Probation," nodded Marty.

"Ok sir. How long for?"

"For as long as Shona deems it necessary."

"Shona, sir?"

"Yes. Or rather Miss Roberts to you. That's one of the probation terms. Shona has decided she wants that to continue. She likes it. So from now on you must call her Miss Roberts. At all times. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir."

"Don't get me wrong, you are still her line manager, but we want to see respect from now on. So it's 'Miss Roberts'. It's also no ogling unless you get permission first. Understand?"

"Not sure I do, sir."

"Ok, it's like this. If you're sat there in the office and the presence of Miss Roberts is making you feel horny and excited, what you do is either fight the feeling and don't look at her at all, or if you're feeling brave you can approach her and tell her she's looking hot and is it ok if you have a quick ogle. She will then either say, no, piss off, which let's face it will be the default, or, and this will only be every now and again, she might feel like allowing you a peek, in which case she will tell you so and will inform you exactly how long you can look for, and at what part of her anatomy. So for example, after you've approached her and told her she's looking gorgeous, she might say, 'Ok Marty, you have five seconds staring at my thighs, then you can have ten seconds on my breasts,' or she might present it as a choice, you can have five seconds lusting at her thighs OR ten seconds admiring her melons, leaving it to you which option to go for. Just whatever she feels like. It could be her ass. You might get thirty seconds staring at her ass. It could even be her feet. Miss Roberts might simply take her shoes off and permit you to crouch down and spend an hour and a half looking at her cute little tutsies. Whatever she wants. You see?"

"Think so, sir, yes."

"Great. Oh and it's not optional. If Shona, if Miss Roberts, instructs that you have x seconds gazing yearningly at her legs, and or y seconds drooling over her cleavage, or z hours staring like a real pervert at her feet, then that's what you go ahead and do. Get it?"

"Yes sir."

"Think it should work well, don't you?"

"Yes sir."

"He looks a little doubtful," I put in.

"You think?"

"We ought to have a rehearsal."

"Ok, sure. Marty, so we give this a whirl here and now, make sure you've got it. Let's assume it's one of those times where you are feeling brave, ok, so c'mon let's see you go for it."

"Now, sir?"

"Now."

Marty gulped a couple of times and plunged in.

"Shona, I think you're looking -"

"Miss Roberts," I corrected, sharply.

"Indeed. Ok, Marty, go again," said Jason.

"Miss Roberts, you are looking particularly ravishing today if I may say so."

Marty getting rather creative there, which I approved of.

"Oh fuck off, you disgusting little man!" I snapped.

It was like Marty had been slapped by a wet fish.

I started giggling.

"Or if it's your lucky day I'll be more like this -"

And I exclaimed in delight.

"Why thank you, Marty! Much appreciated! I know I am, but I still like to hear it. You may have ten seconds looking at my thighs."

"Thank you Miss Roberts!"

Marty turned back to Jason, beaming, thinking he'd passed the test.

Not quite, however.

"So what are you waiting for?" smiled Jason.

"Sir?"

"Do it."

"What, sir?"

"Ten seconds staring at Shona's thighs. Look, she has them nicely displayed for you."

Marty then raised an important point, keen to cover all the bases.

"Ok sir. But how will I know it's ten seconds? I can't look at my watch if I'm looking at her thighs."

"Just count in your head," deadpanned Jason.

"Doesn't need to be spot on, just approx."

Marty locked a beady gaze on the agreed target, did a mental count to ten, then looked away.

He'd got it down to a tee, even though it was his first time.

I threw a curveball, started scratching an imaginary itch high up under my skirt, thinking this might make him lose his count, but it didn't.

"Well done Marty!" Jase and I chorused.

"Thanks," said Marty, sheepish smile.

We were ready to wind this thing up. I was getting ever so slightly bored and Jase had to get home.

"Ok final final thing," said Jason.

"Work duties. Your official job is the same, you're the supervisor in Shona's department. Remind me, how many employees are you in charge of? Apart from Shona, I mean."

"There's another three, sir."

"Right. So as far as those three go, it's no change. You're the boss. With Shona however it's going to be a little different. There's the fact you'll be calling her Miss Roberts for one thing. We've dealt with that already. There's the process whereby you get to ogle her, or not as the case may be. We've done that too. And there's also this last thing to understand. You are still officially Shona's boss but in reality it's going to be more the other way around. Shona will be calling the shots. So when it comes to her workload, for example, she will only do what she feels like doing, no more and no less. You have no authority under any circumstances to give her stuff that she doesn't want to do, or to check up on her, correct her, hassle or harry her, none of that sort of normal supervisor crap, ok?"

"Ok sir."

"And not just that. You will be at Shona's beck and call around the office. Things such as getting her a coffee, a cold drink, going to the canteen if she fancies something from there, possibly on occasions feeding her at her desk if her hands are otherwise occupied, or she simply happens to be feeling a bit lazy. Etc etc. She might want you to sharpen her pencil. Pop to the stationery cupboard and bring her something she needs, a stapler perhaps, a pad of paper. There will probably be more personal type chores and errands too. Hang her coat up, run out to the shops and buy her a pair of tights, collect her dry-clean at lunchtime, other bits and pieces. Pretty much anything really. You get the idea, Marty, I'm sure."

"Think so sir."

"We'll see how you go. Proof of the pudding and all that."

"Sir."

"Now the others in your department might think it's a little odd how Shona seems able to boss you about. They might find it amusing even. They might speculate. Fine. But to re-iterate our point number one, you do NOT disclose the reason why. Let them think what they want to think."

"Right sir."

"So that's it. Probation starts first thing tomorrow. It lasts as long as Shona sees fit. You pass at the point where she says you have. You fail if at any time you don't comply with all the terms. I'll monitor your progress via Shona. She'll be up here to see me on almost a daily basis, for reasons I think you know but will be keeping to yourself, and although you will be far from the main item on our agenda when she visits, nevertheless Shona will tell me if you've displeased her in any way and if that happens then, sorry to stress this once again, you will be out of this company and on the dole queue in the middle of the worst recession the country has seen in fifty years. Have you got it, Mr Malcolm Peabody?"

"Martin," I sighed.

"Oh for fuck's sake. Mr Martin Malcolm Marty Peabody. Have you got it?"

"I have sir."

"Goodnight then."

"Goodnight JR, sir."

"See you tomorrow, Martin," I grinned.

"Yes Miss Roberts."

Off he went towards the door, trying not to run.

"Oh Martin," I called, as he was nearly out the door.

"Yes Miss Roberts."

"Tomorrow morning. Can you pick me up a bacon roll on your way in?"

"Of course Miss Roberts."

"Loads of brown sauce, ok?"

Not sure he heard that last bit. The door had closed and he didn't re-appear.

"Oh my god, I could turn the poor man into a total laughing stock down there now if I wanted, couldn't I?" I giggled.

"You could, babe, yes," chuckled Jason.

"If you wanted."

"Guess we'll see," I said.

JR was in motion, rising from the couch.

"Mmm. But look babe, it's almost nine o'clock, I really have to get going," he said.

"Sure, honey."

"Should I call you a cab? Company account obviously."

"Please."

"Ok done. C'mon then. Jeez, it'll be after ten by the time I get home. I said I'd be early today too. Wife's gonna fucking kill me!"

END.

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Apr 28, 2018 in femdom

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