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 Written by Hans Schultz Feedback welcomed at: hans_schultz_2007@yahoo.com

   Story codes: M, F, rape, office harassment, domestic viol

   Scenes from the life of Hans Schultz, part 2

   September, 20.  1978
Gentlemen:
I don't really want you to think this as my diary.  These words are
merely just booknotes, that I've decided to write down.  And for a very
simple reason.  Someday in the future I'll still want to get back to my
past.  And because of these booknotes, I can easily remember every detail
and get much larger enjoyment out of my past deeds.  In spite of this fact,
I want to write these words for you, gentlemen, because some day, maybe
even after my death, you may find and read these stories.  I'm not really
into literature, but then again, I guess that's not bothering anyone very

much.

   During the last couple of weeks my life has changed a lot.  And not for
the worse.  As you might remember, some time ago I met this man, Heinz
Brunner, at my local.  After that he has turned out to be my working mate
and, most important of all, propably my best and only friend.  You know,
I've got him a job.  Today I fired my secretary and hired Heinz for her
place.  In a way it's a pity, because my ex-secretary is quite a sexy cunt,
but still I had a good reason to get rid of her.  I can't find any use for
a uneducated, female secretary who doesn't allow me to screw her.  Let me
tell you:

   I don't think that anyone of you really cares to know what her name is,
but I'll tell it anyway.  Her name is Anna.  I had been watching her from
the day I hired her to our office.  I practically spent all my days
thinking of a good way to approach her.  Yesterday I finally made my
decision.  I asked her to work overtime with me.  To take care of some
unfinished paper work that I couldn't take care of myself.  Naturally that
wasn't true.  I couldn't be much less interested in the unfinished business
of our firm.  Anyway, she agreed to stay, and that was what I was after.  I
knew that she's not doing very well financially and working overtime is
quite well paid.  I handed her a couple of papers, just to keep her busy
until the rest of the workers had left.  But as soon as I was sure that we
were alone, I walked to her desk just to notice that she wasn't there.  She
was down on the floor seacrhing for some papers from the lowest archive
drawer.  I went to her and tapped her ass with my hand, as I have used to
do.

   "Please, mr.  Schultz", she said with a frustrated tone.  She always
says so.  Then she just continued searching her papers.

   I've never been able to understand that "Please mr.  Schultz"-thing. 
What the hell ?  I suppose a foreman is allowed to tap her secretary's ass
from time to time, if he wants to.  It shouldn't be too much to ask, or
what do you think ?  Her contract had a statement that she should be
wearing a decent outfit during her working hours.  At this case the word
"decent" means the same as the words "tight" and "sexy".  An so, there she
was, with her ass up, her panties clearly visible and because of that, my
cock was hard as a rock.  All women are whores.  I took out my wallet.  And
out of my wallet I took out 300 D-marks, which I placed on her desk.  After
that I released my aching cock from my pants and went again to her.  I
lifted her up, placed her hand on my member and whispered in her ear:

   "Anna baby, be good to me.  Let's fuck.  I love you, Anna.  There's 300
DMs on your desk.  You can keep it and I'll give you even more, if you
want. Go on...grab it tight...yes..."

   But even if I asked so nicely, her hand didn't start moving on my cock.
She pulled it away and tried to push me away from her.

   "What's this supposed to mean, mr.  Schultz ?", she said and went on
with her struggling.

   "Anna darling, I've been desperate to have you since you came to the
house.  You are so sexy, Anna."

   I didn't give up.  I forced my tongue in her mouth and started playing
with her tongue.  My hand found its way under her skirt and I started to
rub her pussy through her panties.

   "Does it feel good, Anna ?  Your pussy is already wet.  You want this, I
can see it in your eyes."

   For some unbelievable reason, the bitch wasn't still touching my cock,
so I took her hand in mine and moved it onto my crotch.  I started rubbing
myself with her hand.  But then she suddenly started to fight and pushed
me. I almost lost my balance.

   "Take your hands off me !  Don't touch me " Get away form me !", she
started to scream and took few steps away fom me.

   She stared me with an angry expression on her face, just like I was to
be some kind of burglar or some other criminal in her mind.  She had fisted
her hands so tightly, that her knuckles were all white.

   "Come on, Anna.  What's the matter", I cooed.  "Take that money.  It's
for you", I pointed to her desk and went on, "Anna, I just have to have
you, I just have to.."

   I started walking to her, but then, suddenly I felt a blow landing on my
left cheek.  The fucking cunt had backhanded my face.  I stopped.

   "I am not your whore !  I am your secretary !", she yelled.

   I smiled.  The chick wants it rough, I thought and started to approach
her again, but she went on with her yelling.

   "Don't come near me !  Goddamnit !  If you are getting even an inch
closer still, I will kick your nuts !"

   Holy fuck, what a situation.  I had been sure that the "mr. 
Schultz"-thing and her polite behaviour had always been just faking.  Now
suddenly she was about to kick my nuts in.  What the fuck I was supposed to
do ?  To take her out for a dinner or some shit like that ?  It was getting
hard for me to control myself, and to be quite honest, I was beginning to
think that it would be easy to take care of that cunt.  Just like it was
easy to take care of the punk rock-bitch in the park a couple of days ago.
But you'll have to stay in your senses.  I can't do that in my office. 
It'll bring just bad reputation.  I was pissed off.  My cock went limp.  I
walked to her desk, put my money back to my wallet and my cock back to my
slacks.  As I turned around to face her, she burst into tears.

   "What's the fucking treasure you're hiding there between your legs, huh
? Listen bitch, don't think too much of yourself.  A shitty secretary as
you are, is supposed to give a piece of her pussy to her boss.  You are
nothing but an over spoiled whore.  Your father should have beaten you a
bit more often to make you learn.", I told her the truth.

   Tears were running down her cheeks.  I couldn't stand the pathetic woman
in my eyes anymore, so I went on:

   "Well, what are you still standing there for ?  You're free to go, get
the hell out of here !  I'm expecting to see you here tomorrow morning at
eight o'clock sharp, as usual."

   I sat down at my desk, lit up a cigarette and started reading a porn
mag. The slut took her purse and her coat and walked out.  Still crying.  I
can't understand women.  I called Heinz and went to bar with him.  To drink
my brains out.  I can't remember a thing of the late night.  My second
picture is my wife waking me up at seven o'clock to eat my breakfast and to
get to work.  I had been sleeping wearing my suit.

   Next morning she was there, as usual, eight o'clock, as I was too.  I
was behaving like nothing had happened, very officially, but Anna looked
like she had just shit her pants.  Well, I did make sure to make out
"sexist" remarks of her and complained that she was wearing a too short
skirt.  The same skirt that she usually wore, but what the fuck, it was
none of my interest anymore.



   "Anna, go get yourself a bit more decent clothing.  You look like a
whore."

   That's quite an ordinary way of behaviour at our office.  We, who have
been there for ages, have really nothing to motivate us anymore, so we use
to have fun by making the young, female employees go run for things that we
have just made up.  Teasing them is a nice way to spend your boring working
hours.  As I left to have my lunch, I left a note to Anna's desk.

   "The company doesn't need your services anymore.  Here enclosed you will
find the money that we owe you.  Thank you." When I came back, she wasn't
there anymore.  Right according to my plan.  I called Heinz and he could
start at his new job right away.  Naturally we will have to pay him more
than we paid to Anna, but after all it's very well worth that.  At last we
have an employee who knows how to work, how to keep company and, the most
important of all, understands clear talking.  To put it in a more simple
way: A man.
I just have to say that I really thought that a young girl like her
could be able to think for herself.  She has a three years old child, but
not a husband.  And without any education it really won't be easy for her
to get a new job.  She should have thought twice before saying no to me.  I
suppose we will find her from the red light district, selling her beaver.

One day I'll possibly go there to do some shopping.  Who knows ?  I still
really would like to have a taste at her.

   To be honest, I was going to get Anna fired anyway, sooner or later, but
now she solved that problem all by herself.  We had already made a deal
with Heinz in our preliminary discussions the night we first met each
other. As I have mentioned before, we had had a very enjoyable night, and
as we later went back to my house the atmosphere wasn't exactly very tired.
On our way I spoke about my wife, told that she's a pain in the ass for me.
We both agreed that something should be corrected here.  Quite heavily
drunk we got to the front door.  All the lights were out and everything was
quiet.  I had some difficulties getting the door open, but finally we got
in.  I got out a bottle of brandy and we started to listen to some old
war-time marches.  After all, we were just young enough back then to take
part of the WWII.  In the future I must find some time to write a couple of
words about it too.  It didn't take very long until my wife got out of our
bedroom, glowered at us and went to the bathroom.  Obviously we had woken
her up.  I spoke to Heinz:

   "Are you hungry ?  We might get something small to eat."

   "Well, yes I might be, but don't bother fixing anything just for me...",
he started modestly, but stopped as I stood up.  I suppose he understood
what I had in mind.

   I walked after my wife to the bathroom.  She was sitting on the toilet
as I entered.

   "Wife, go and fix up something to eat for us men.  I'm starting to feel
a bit hungry.  No wonder, having not had any dinner today.", I reminded
her.

   She raised her head and I saw that her eyes were still black and blue
after having the taste of my fists earlier that day.  However, that was all
she did before turning her head away.

   "Don't be fucking pathetic, woman !  We have a guest in the house and I
suppose you are the housewife here ?  Have I understood right ?  Get your
ass to the kitchen and do your job !", I was about to lose my temper.

   (To be continued)