Chapter 11
Exactly sixty-two days had elapsed since the rescue squad unearthed the snowy burial ground of Joseph's Department Store parking lot and the victims, weary but unexplainably high spirited, returned home to families and lovers.
Mona Bradley sat in the outer office retyping for the fourth time a memo from Hugh Murphy to the staff, announcing this year's office party to be held at a retreat he'd rented in the mountains. He knew how to keep his employees happy.
Mona handed the memo to her employer for his signature. "Is that okay, Mr. Murphy, Sir?" She asked, knowing that anything she did had to please her demanding boss right down to his hairy testicles. Even though he could be a stern, demanding task-master, he pleased her, too... they'd managed to adjust to each other rather painlessly, considering their tightly knit working relationship of submissive secretary and domineering, demanding boss.
"Looks fine this time, doll... now come into the office for some dicktation." He raised his eyebrows until they knit one hairy line across his nakedly furrowed forehead.
Mona submissive to her boss' every demand, quickly and obediently slithered out of her tight, tube knit sheath dress, kicking it to a corner, she sat down on Murphy's lap, straddling his legs, his stony erection jabbing and slapping against her belly. Pooching out her lips, she lowered her mouth to his and slithered her tongue between his beefy lips, then drew back unexpectedly.
"Oh, one thing... Sir!" She put a polished fingertip to her glossy lips and smirked. "Our new credit manager caught a woman lying on her credit application. Rather pretty little thing... she's Hawaiian with long black hair down to her buttocks. She's sitting in his office now. I thought you might like her. What are you going to do about it?"
Hugh Murphy bellowed out a two-ton laugh. "After we finish up here, bring that little hussy in here and I'll set her straight!"
Two months ago Mona would have told him in no uncertain terms where to go, but now that she had worked for her new boss and learned to obey his whims and needs, she also learned of her need to be completely dominated by a powerful demanding man like Hugh.
She still loved Orin, but things were different between them now. Orin had hired himself a buxom little gum chewing high school girl with flaming red hair to do his books and answer the telephone, since she knew he no longer considered their marriage to be sacred any longer, her own mind was one hundred percent clear of guilt.
"Yesss, Sir!" purred the blonde-headed secretary climbing off Hugh's lap and falling slavishly to her knees, her anxious fingers working at his zipper while she wet her tongue for the task that lay half erect in her hand now. "Let me take care of you first, and then I'll bring her in..."