Chapter 2
Miss Goodly was on her way down the hallway to refill her coffee cup. She always seemed to drink so much of the stuff! She had no idea why she seemed so tired all the time-she certainly never stayed out late at night!
The other girls who worked at Synteck would have died of disbelief if they had ever seen the prim little secretary at a nightclub. She was definitely not the type. They envisioned her sitting at home night after
night, alphabetizing her cassette collection of classical music, or perhaps reading a book on archaeological techniques for light entertainment.
Miss Goodly was the most hated woman in the office. Her straight-laced Victorian manners, her constant adherence to every company rule, her intense castigation of the other girl's mistakes-all these attributes certainly did not put her on the other employee's good side.
The prudish little supervisor reigned over her employees with a harsh concern for details and an austere punishment scheme for those who didn't follow rules.
Being ten minutes late for work was looked down upon by the priggish supervisor, and could lead to a cut in coffee breaks, or even a momentary decrease in pay.
The other Synteck secretaries despised her not only for the severe oppression under which they worked and which she had imposed, but also because she had the audacity (in their minds) to do this while being incredibly beautiful.
Gentlemen commuters on their way to work every morning usually stared lustfully at the gorgeous business women perched primly on the train seat.
Miss Goodly had a perfect figure, more suited to Miss America than the supervisor of a company which dealt in computer micro-chips!
More than one businessman had felt a hard on raging through the trousers of his pin-striped suit as the train chugged along. More than one copy of the New York Times had been discreetly placed in front of an accountant's crotch as he became aroused by the sight of the woman in the seat next to him.
Miss Goodly, in her own strange little way, seemed to never notice the stares her high, tight ass and firm, rounded tits received as she wandered through the lobby of the Madison Avenue office building on her way to the elevator.
She never seemed to catch the sexual innuendos passed to her by some of the more outspoken business associates that came in to see Mr. Hoover, or understand the comments rudely thrown her way by the construction workers who had been working on the building for the past few weeks.
The secretaries all swore that the beautiful woman, as prim and proper as she was, probably never had had sex at all during her lifetime! In fact, they wondered if she even knew of its existence!
Whether she was aware of sexual activity or not before this particular day, however, is immaterial. Because no matter how much sex education she had received, nothing could have prepared Miss Goodly for what she was soon going to experience!
The sexy supervisor was wandering through the hallway from her section of the office, the accounting section, past the doors of several high officials of the company on her way to the company kitchen and break room. She sighed wearily.
She had just finished another round of her rather frequent arguments with yet another secretary. This time it had been with Christine. The stupid cow had typed three letters that day without making carbon copies. Honestly, Miss Goodly simply could not understand where they hired these girls from!
And look! she thought to herself, now that new girl Alison Jones was away from her desk outside Mr. Hoover's office. Miss Goodly glanced at her watch. And it wasn't even her break time, yet!
Even though the new employee was not under her command, Miss Goodly felt it her duty to reprimand the girl so she would not continue to be lax on her job. Miss Goodly thought it would be good for the company. She made a mental note that after her coffee cup had been filled, she would go in search of Alison.
Miss Goodly continued walking down the hall. She stopped suddenly. What were those muffled noises coming from behind Mr. Hoover's door?
Although Mr. Hoover's room had been sound proofed, Miss Goodly had always prided herself on her excellent hearing. Once she had picked up the sound of a faucet in her duplex apartment dripping, and she had been in the furthest room away upstairs! She always noticed barely perceptible sounds that others couldn't hear.
And she was certainly confused by what she heard now. These noises certainly did not fit into the office environment!
Miss Goodly placed her coffee cup on Alison's desk and furtively pranced over to Mr. Hoover's door. What sort of high jinks could their president be involved in?
She lifted up the strands of thick, brunette hair that fell over her right ear and pressed up against the large oak door. She removed the horn-rimmed glasses that were perched on her nose.
Miss Goodly was somewhat horrified at the sounds emitting from the office. She felt certain she heard guttural, savage growls and feminine squeals of pleasure! Goodness! What could be going on in there?
She was about to turn and resume her journey to the kitchen when she distinctly heard a female voice panting deliriously: "Oh, yeah, fuck me! Fuck me with your huge bull cock!!"
This was certainly no business conference her president was involved in behind the door!
Miss Goodly felt it her duty to demand what was going on! She rapped at the door sternly.
The noises ceased immediately. Miss Goodly tried the handle of the door. It was locked.
"Who's there?" her boss demanded from within the office.
"Miss Goodly" the supervisor replied.
There was a momentary silence, then the woman was sure she heard Mr. Hoover utter "Silly fucking bitch!" under his breath.
Miss Goodly was appalled. Why was her boss using such crude language when referring to her? If anyone else had spoken about her with such rudeness, she would have certainly made them suffer for their comments!
But Mr. Hoover was her boss. She couldn't complain to him. "Are you alright, Mr. Hoover?" she asked.
"Yes, yes!" He sounded very annoyed. "Now go away!"
Well! There certainly was no accounting for some people's manners-or their lack of them! Miss Goodly placed her glasses back on her nose, grabbed her coffee cup and stormed down the hallway, her cheeks flush with humiliation.
No one should have the right to talk to her like that, not even Mr. Hoover!
But he had and she would have to deal with it. She made a good salary here and did not want to give that up.
Miss Goodly sighed and filled up her coffee cup with a trembling hand.
If only she were in charge ...
Rhonda Pogues was Alison's roommate. They shared a rather spacious studio apartment on Manhattan's Upper West Side.
The rent was somewhat expensive for the space and ancient plumbing, but they considered the Columbus Avenue ambiance worth the money. And they were rather close to Central Park, after all!
Rhonda was a relatively dense but stunningly beautiful girl with an affectation for cats (they had four of them ... ) and Broadway plays. She worked as a waitress on the lunch shift at a nearby Mexican restaurant, but didn't really make enough money to pay the bills, let alone buy cat food and theater tickets!
So, in desperation, she had recently begun to go-go dance topless at a seedy club in the Times Square area. She was terrified that Alison might find out and kick her out of the apartment. Alison was so conservative at times! So, Rhonda had told her she had gotten a nighttime job as a copywriter for Sears catalogues.
Alison had believed her and Rhonda had been relieved. (But she had to keep her tiny sequined "costumes" well hidden from her roommate!)
Rhonda had just come in from her three hour shift at Millie's Mexican Meals & Marguerites and was ready for a long, hot bath! She could still smell the spicy odor of enchiladas and burritos lingering on her body. She turned on the water.
Rhonda was poised on the bathtub rim, ready to dive in once it filled. Her thoughts drifted to Tony, the hot Italian waiter who had recently begun working at Millie's. God, this man was so gorgeous!
Rhonda thought the waiter looked like a male model. His face was certainly handsome enough! And she loved the way he filled out his tight black waiter pants!
She slipped into the tepid water and relaxed her entire body. It felt so good to rest her overworked body!
Rhonda thought of Tony's big, brawny body. She thought of the huge cock she imagined must swing between his muscular thighs. She thought of him attacking her one day in the staff room. She could imagine his gruff voice barking at her, "STRIP YOUR CLOTHES OFF BITCH!"
Rhonda always got a little turned on at the thought of a hot stud taking her by force. She began to stroke the immersed lips of her tight little cunt. She resumed her fantasy.
In her mind's eye, she saw herself stripping her clothes off and standing stark naked in the staff room, trembling in fear. Tony comes towards her, tugging on his zipper. A thick nine inches of uncut Italian dick are pulled out of his pants. There is passion burning in his eyes.
"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you!" he says to the trembling girl. Rhonda is too scared to run. She's almost to scared to even move, as the hunky waiter thrusts a hungry tongue deep down her throat, and begins to knead her taut, firm breasts with his meaty hands.
"Service me first, bitch!" he demands.
Rhonda gets down on her knees in front of her captor. His huge slab of manhood is fully erect, and sticking straight into the air, inches from her mouth watering to try a taste of that hunky stuff! She purses her lips and takes the throbbing head into her mouth.
Tony grabs her head with his powerful hands and forces her forward onto his cock. She is required to take all nine inches deeply down her throat. She feels she must gag, but Tony is holding her head so tightly, she cannot pull back.
So she must suck all nine inches of the man's pulsating member, while he continues thrusting it down her throat.
Rhonda is getting turned on by this huge Italian guy. She feels an aching in her loins, and can sense that her cunt is wet and sticky. God, how she wants Tony's huge member to be thrusting deep into her hot box, instead of into her mouth!
In the hot water of her bath, Rhonda was sticking her finger deep into her pussy. She had pulled aside the deep folds that surrounded her tiny entrance, and had plunged right in.
Her thumb tenderly stroked her hardened clit. She moaned in pleasure, envisioning herself servicing the huge meat the Italian had thrust upon her.
Rhonda really got into being dominated by men. It really made her feel good. She could only imagine Alison being repulsed by these slightly kinky wants of hers, but what could she do?
Just because a girl wants a rock hard man to make her his sex slave for the evening is no reason to kick her out of the apartment!
Rhonda began stroking herself faster and faster as the fantasy continued.
Tony is thrusting deeper and deeper into her sweaty, hot little cunt. Her love juices are flowing and she is wailing in delight. They are unconcerned as to whether the customers and their fellow employees can hear them. The passion they are experiencing is the only thing that matters!
Rhonda is wailing in delight at the sensation of the man's huge pole pounding deep within her. He's so huge and thick! And she is helping him to bring his marvelous organ to orgasm!
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she is wailing.
He is replying with grunts and moans.
There is a trembling smoldering deep within his balls. He is about to come.
Rhonda wants to feel every inch of his sperm bursting forth into her love box. She moans in delight as the explosion begins.
Surrounded by water in the tub, Rhonda felt sweat forming on her brow as she caressed the hot little area between her legs. She was almost going to reach a mind-blowing orgasm ...
Suddenly, there was a knock at the bathroom door. Rhonda stopped playing with herself immediately. That must be Alison, she thought to herself. Why was she bothering her in the bathroom?
"Yes, Alison?"
"Oh, God! Can I come in?"
"I'm in the bath!"
"I know, but I simply MUST speak to you! The most awful thing just happened to me at work today!"
"Okay, come on in. I'm taking a bubble bath, anyway, so you won't see anything."
Rhonda knew that Alison was apprehensive at looking at other people's naked bodies. On the rare occasions her friend had sex with a guy she had been going out with a long, long time, they usually made love with the blinds closed, the lights off, and under a multitude of covers ...
Alison stumbled into the bathroom. She looked like a thing possessed. Her long blonde hair was tousled. Her blouse looked as if it had gone through World War Three. Where there should have been buttons, there were safety clips. Her skirt would have been rejected by the Salvation Army.
The girl's eyes were red and puffy. She had obviously been crying.
Rhonda noticed some huge red welts on the girl's wrists. She sprang up amongst the bubbles in the bath. "What happened?" she screamed in shock.
"Mr. Hoover raped me today!" Alison bawled. Tears began streaming down her face.
"Oh, my God! Let's call the police!" Rhonda grabbed her towel and prepared to leap from the bath in search of the phone.
"Nonononono!!" screamed her roommate.
Rhonda feared the sexual abuse had been too much for the timid little teenager, and that she had gone over the edge.
"But, why? Don't you want to see that guy put in jail??"
"No!" Alison sniveled, blowing her nose with a piece of toilet paper she had wrenched from the dispenser.
Rhonda repeated her question once again, with a little more emphasis. "But WHY??"
"Because I enjoyed every minute of it!" the girl bellowed, tears beginning to pour from her eyes anew.
This was certainly a revelation! Rhonda could not believe her roommate had made such a statement! Sweet, angelic little Alison, talking about enjoying being raped by her boss? It hardly seemed true!
"Well, um, that is rather kinky ... "
Rhonda trailed off. She simply did not know what to say. Especially since she had just been masturbating thinking about the hot Italian at the restaurant taking advantage of her!!
"I don't know what to do! What if he keeps calling me into his office every day to have sex with him? What am I going to do then?"
"Well, turn him down!"
"BUT I DON'T WANT TO!" screamed Alison, and began bawling once again. She blew her nose. "I always wanted to keep myself relatively fresh for my husband. Sure, I've had sex with a few people before, but if I have to do it every Monday to Friday, nine to five, it'll kill me! And I just know I won't be able to turn him down! He's so sexy and huge!"
Alison continued sniveling.
Rhonda wondered how she could get to meet this man ...
But she quickly put those thoughts out of her head. Aloud she said, "Well, tomorrow's Friday. Go to work tomorrow, and whether it's bad or good, you'll have the entire weekend to decide if you want to stay or not!"
Alison was silent, staring at the bubbles in Rhonda's bath. "That's a good idea," she said finally. "And you know what?"
"What?" Rhonda queried.
"He handcuffed me, too."
Rhonda felt the juices begin to flow between her legs. She was glad there were bubbles in her bath!
Suddenly, Alison reached down and touched her wet shoulder that was sticking above the line of water.
"Thank you very much for your help, Rhonda," she said. "I simply don't know what I'd do without you!"
Rhonda felt Alison's hand linger on her shoulder for a remarkably lengthy period of time. She had given her roommate advice, sure, but not his much advice! What was she doing?
Alison's slender, smooth fingers began to caress Rhonda's creamy firm shoulders. A shiver ran up Rhonda's spine.
"Do you like that?" Alison whispered. Perhaps she was still in shock from the afternoon's events, but the sight of the girl's trim naked body immersed in water had suddenly struck the distressed girl as remarkably sexy.
Rhonda always kept her body fit. She exercised four times a week. And it was these limber limbs that her roommate was beginning to fondle. The girl, who had been moments away from orgasm minutes before, shuddered once again at the gentle caressing her body was receiving.
Alison moved her hands to her roommate's breasts and began to tenderly circle the nipples with her finger. The cool finger on Rhonda's warm, wet body aroused her immensely. Her nipples sprang to attention under the gentle touch.
Alison bent over and placed her mouth directly on one erect nipple. She sucked it gingerly. Then, grabbing the nipple between her straight white teeth, she began to nibble on it delicately.
Rhonda felt love juice gushing from deep within her sweaty pussy. She gently put one rigid finger deep within her hole and began massaging back and forth.
"Let me do that for you ... " her roommate suggested. Rhonda certainly was not going to argue. She got up out of the now-lukewarm bath water and wrapped a towel around her slender form. She didn't bother drying off.
The two bounded into the bedroom and fell on the bed with feverish delight. The towel was stripped from the girl. Alison's tongue began its exploration of her roommate's body.
Never before had the girl considered doing anything like this! She really had no idea what had overcome her!
Rhonda, also, could not understand why she was getting into having this girl lick her all over. She was usually more excited by being ploughed by massive cocks!
But the sensation was arousing her, and she certainly was not going to protest one bit!
Alison was now working on the luscious field of pubic hair between the girl's thighs. She gently nipped stray hairs here and there, and reveled in the musky aroma that was drifting up to her eager nostrils.
Her roommate moaned in pleasure, delighting in every motion the tongue moved in, every sensation it sent tingling through her taut body.
Perhaps a hot stud thrusting deeply into her would have made her more happy, but she was certainly very pleased with the service the was being given right now! If this is what getting raped by her boss did to Alison, Rhonda hoped he would do it more often!
She groaned in pleasure as Alison's deft little tongue worked its way around the lips of her pussy. He writhed in ecstasy as the moist member darted in between her love lips, and began to eagerly lap up the juice that had deposited there.
Alison clenched her roommate's clitoris between her lips very gently and began to move the tip of her tongue over its tiny surface.
She glanced up at Rhonda's face. It was twisted into a delighted grin, a grin of sexual fulfillment.
Alison was suddenly feeling very guilty. She was feeling guilty about the mistakes she had made in the memos she typed for Mr. Hoover; she felt guilty about the resistance she had put up against his sexual advances; she felt guilty about scratching him in the face; she felt guilty about screaming in delight at the brutal thrusts of his huge cock as if she were some king of cheap hussy; she felt guilty right now about sexually stimulating her roommate.
In fact, Alison felt guilty about almost every little thing in her life. She was a very bad girl, she decided, as she stroked her roommate's ample breasts.
Yes, she was a very, very bad girl. And bad girls needed to be punished severely for their wrong doings. They needed to be reprimanded and spanked.
Alison wanted to be spanked. She wanted to be punished. She was a bad girl who was right now in the act of doing something wrong once again.
Alison couldn't wait to go to work tomorrow for her much-deserved punishment to begin!
Now that she knew what was in store for her, the thought of having to wait for it was almost too much.
There was only one way for her to control it so that she could make it through the night. She had to play with her clit and play hard!