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   Mrs Suzanne Green 1



   Mrs.  Suzanne Green rose, made her husband's breakfast, and rushed her
two kids off to school extra early.  The wife and mother got dressed in her
white blouse, pink blazer, short black skirt and five inch stiletto heels
as befitted a respected business executive in the office at Price Media. 
She grabbed her sweats for a quick 7am morning workout at the company gym
before her working day began, keeping her mind positive.  The disturbing
little misunderstanding that happened yesterday evening at the gym between
her and her seventeen year-old secretary, April, was long forgotten.

   But half an hour later, the forty year old business woman sat sobbing
deeply in her car in the gym parking lot.  Her doubts and fears mushroomed
in her mind after she let herself realize the truth of what happened and
that it was anything but forgotten.

   "Misunderstanding" didn't even begin to cover it.  The office
relationship she and the teenager had might never be the same after this.
'Well, *whatever*', she thought, 'it was too late now: what had actually
*happened* between them had happened, and there was nothing she could do
about it!'

   Suzanne looked out her car window, at the all too familiar office
building, and tried yet again to rationalise what had occurred.

   It was so...bizarre.  And sordid.  She'd seen April in the company gym
dozens of times before, and she and the girl barely even acknowledged each
other's presence - then THIS!  April had walked deliberately across the gym
to her and slapped her across the face!  She remembered how taken aback she
was, how shocked, and the stinging pain on her cheek.

   April, her face red with anger, had shouted at her, "Don't ever
humiliate me in front of people like you did in your office today!" In
shock, for a moment Suzanne had tried desperately to think what she had
done wrong, and then the memory had returned: ok, perhaps she had been a
little `over-attentive' towards the girl and some of the other secretaries
had laughed at them, but the April was so beautiful, so arousing, so
strong....  Then she had slapped her again and Suzanne had just stood
there, too afraid to do anything, too aroused by the humiliation.  After
that, she had to admit that she had gotten carried away, which was when it
all went to hell......

   Suzanne shuddered.  The sound of a car brought her back to the present
and she drew a deep breath of anticipation, praying that her pert little
secretary would NOT be lurking in the gym this morning, not after
everything that had happened!

   Sure, she'd see April at work in an hour anyway - but she hoped that her
secretary would act as if none of it happened, and Suzanne knew out of
embarrassment, she would too.

   "And she'd better not say anything, especially if the bitch wants to
keep her fucking job," Suzanne muttered bitterly to herself under her
breath.

   But the woman's anger stayed buried as she just hid there timidly in her
crumpled business suit with her gym bag on her lap, shoulders slumped,
struggling with her nerve, trying desperately to gear herself up to risk
running into the strong-willed teenager.  Fuck!  She suddenly became
infuriated at own her passivity, and at that little bitch April for her
attitude!  She was the boss here, not that snippy little....

   Suzanne jumped a foot when she suddenly saw April standing there next to
her car, and her mouth went dry as she looked up at the gorgeous girl
smiling down at her.  April knocked on the glass for her boss to roll the
window down, which she dutifully did.

   Somehow all Suzanne's anger and resolve melted away seeing April
standing there like that - smirking down at her.  She felt embarrassed by
her own reaction, like some sort of school girl crush, as she gazed at the
girl in her short skirt and tight blouse, and sweat broke out on her upper
lip.

   'Oh God, I can't let her see me like this,' Suzanne thought to herself.
'Gotta play it cool, stay in charge, in control.'

   "Hello April.  Get inside Please." Suzanne said, glancing around the
deserted parking lot.

   "Yes Miss Green," April said sheepishly.

   Though she suspected it, Suzanne was unnerved by how compliant her
secretary seemed to be this morning, especially after last night, and
guiltily peeked at the girl's smooth round bottom and compact little
breasts as April sunk in the passengers seat obediently.  Suzanne couldn't
help but let her thoughts drift for a second to that smooth round bottom
with that dark little hole that seemed to beg her to kiss it, to lick it,
to...

   `No, stop it!' she told herself.  `You are in control.'

   The executive and the secretary sat there in an awkward silence for what
seemed like forever until finally, Suzanne couldn't resist giving vent to
her thoughts.  "Well....are we gonna talk about it?"

   April's face went white, and then the blood rushed to her cheeks.

   "Am I fired?" she asked anxiously.

   "Should I fire you?" Suzanne asked.

   April sat there, staring ahead.  `Not so cocky *now*, are you little
miss bitch!' Mrs Green thought angrily, enjoying how intimidated her
secretary now looked.

   "Do you know I cried all night after what happened?  Do you?" Suzanne
blurted out, embarrassed at how clumsy her words sounded.  "I couldn't stop
thinking about what happened at the gym." She paused then rushed on, "I
couldn't stop thinking about you."

   Realising what she had said, Suzanne looked out her window and blushed,
hoping the teen didn't notice.  `Fuck, that sounded like a jilted lover or
something!  Damn it, I'm losing it again,' she berated herself.  'Stay in
control.' She could almost hear that little brown hole calling to her. 
`No, no, no, stop it!'

   Suzanne looked up to see April looking back at her and she looked down
quickly at her lap and fidgeted with her fingers.  "April, if you wanna
keep working for me, then what happened last night - never occurred. 
Period.  When we see each other in the office this morning, business as
usual, agreed?" she said as bravely as possible, praying the teenager
understood.

   April looked away and was now fidgeting with her fingers.

   Shit.  Suzanne hoped for at least a nod.  Something.  She sat there in
humiliation, not knowing what to say next.

   "Agreed?" she persisted.  She HAD to make the younger girl understand -
this *couldn't* get out.  The rumours alone would.....

   Neither of them noticed a woman walk out of the building towards them.
Suddenly there was another knock at the window, causing both women jump.

   It was Monica Price, the manager of the company gym.  She was eighteen
years-old and her mother was the owner of Price Media, making her someone
not to be trifled with.

   Suzanne rolled down the window as Monica leaned forward.  "Well!  Mrs
Suzanne Green and April Peterson," Monica quipped, her eyes looking
guarded. Usually Monica was sweet as pie, but she looked quite serious
today.

   "I'm glad you're both here.  We have to talk.  Please follow me into my
office." Mrs.  Green and April exchanged puzzled looks, but followed
obediently behind the slim red head as they followed a couple of other
employees going into the gym for their morning workouts.

   A few minutes later the two women sat down in Monica's office, looking
nervously at her.

   For a moment, she stared at them without speaking and then picked up a
remote control from her desk and pointed it at a large monitor on the wall
next to her desk.  The black screen flickered into life to show a video
that had been paused in mid frame, and the Image caused an audible gasp
from the two women's lips as they stared at the frozen frame.  The video
looked to be taken from the upper corner on the room, but the image was
surprisingly clear: April was bent at the waist, naked from the waist down,
looking over her shoulder and Mrs Green, totally nude, on her knees with
face between the teenagers ass cheeks.

   Suzanne wanted to curl up and die.  It was as if her worse fears had
suddenly come true.  How could this be happening?  God knows what April was
thinking.  She glanced sideways and saw the girl staring at the screen, her
cheeks bright red.

   "We keep these hidden cameras installed and running all night in the
locker rooms because there have been thefts.  It's just a precaution.  I
fast forward through it each morning, and usually it's nothing but company
employees coming and going...  But I never imagined, well, this morning..."
Monica said as her voice trailed off.

   The two mortified women refused to meet her gaze.

   "So, we have a bit of a situation here, don't we ladies?" Monica said,
eyeing the account executive and the secretary for reaction.  Suzanne
quickly jumped in.

   "Look, Monica, April and I.....We had a little...'misunderstanding'
that's all.  Just a minor misunderstanding at work yesterday afternoon. 
I... ....uh...realize how....embarrassing this all is, but, well...it's all
resolved.  We're fine now, aren't we?" she said, looking desperately at
April.  "Aren't we April, dear?" she repeated, glaring, at the teenager.

   April just stared ahead and Suzanne watched in horror as the manager
gazed sympathetically at the young girl.

   Suzanne looked at Monica.  "Look, it was all my fault and things
just....got out of hand a little, that's all!  Besides, I deserved it," she
quickly added.

   "You can say that again!" Monica sneered over at the video image.  She
took the remote control and pressed a button a few times.The screen blurred
in rewind and then the video began to play.

   April was standing in front of her boss.  Then suddenly she slapped
Suzanne's face and Suzanne nodded her head.  April slapped her face again
and Suzanne just nodded her head as if agreeing with whatever April was
saying.

   "Can you turn it off please?" Suzanne begged as she rubbed the side of
her face.

   "No," Monica said, firmly.

   On the screen, April turned and walked away but it looked like Suzanne
was begging the teen to stay.

   "Miss Peterson, are you okay?" Monica asked, a hint of concern in her
voice, and April shot her a lost little look.

   `Damn that girl, why wouldn't she speak up?  She wouldn't shut up last
night, and now she was all sheepish?' Suzanne thought angrily....  and then
FROZE.

   She felt someone's foot up against hers own!  It was April's high heel
which her secretary was subtly rubbing against her own, well out of
Monica's eye-line.  Suzanne's body responded, an unbidden tingling in her
clit, just like last night.  Shit, it was starting all over again, despite
being in the room with a young 'authority' figure like Monica Price, the
boss's daughter!

   Suzanne shot a stunned incredulous look at the teenager who had put her
through so much last night, and was now playing footsie with her at the
worst possible moment, but April just smiled innocently back to her.

   The woman sweated, trying to ignore the bolts of pleasure shooting
through her from her naughty little secretary's shoe, as she tried focusing
on the issue at hand.  In desperation, she tried again to put Monica's mind
at rest.

   "Look, Monica, April...  well, um, she lost her temper with me and I
deserved what she did.  I mean I can be so stupid sometimes, just ask
anybody who knows me, but last night was all a little misunderstanding on
my part.  I worked through the problem with her and we're fine now. 
Besides, she works for me, and I can vouch for her, okay?" She paused and
looked down at her lap.  "I blew it and acted like.....a fool yesterday,
which I do sometimes, and April got angry with me, but I apologised to her.
Nobody would have even *known* if you hadn't been snooping..." Secretly
April quietly slid her stockinged foot out of her high heel and started
playing it across her boss's ankle

   "Snooping?" Monica raised an eyebrow.

   "Well, Okay, not Snooping.  Look, I'm sorry, but I'm sure you realize
how discreet I'd like to keep this.  Hey - just cancel my membership, or
I'll gladly quit the gym, okay?" she pleaded working herself into a sweat,
trying to stop her body responding as her secretary's foot explored her
calves with rhythmic little strokes.

   Monica ignored the executive and turned to the April.

   "Miss Peterson, have you ever had...uh...*problems* with Mrs.  Green's
behavior before this?  How would your describe your relationship with your
boss?"

   Suzanne blinked at hearing the words, exploding in anger.

   "Excuse me???  Behavior problems?  I admit that I caused April to get
mad at me but I didn't really do anything wrong here!  Did you even look at
the friggin' tape?  Huh?" She couldn't help but blurt out her anger,
secretly pulling her foot away from April.

   She looked at the monitor and winced inside in silent fury.  The tape
was now showing her bent over at the waist holding her ankles as April
walked back and forth behind her slapping her ass, as if she was giving Mrs
Green a spanking.

   "Mrs.  Green, I am not addressing you, I'm taking to April right now,"
Monica said with unexpected sternness and the older woman held her tongue
as Monica continued.

   "Miss Peterson, what's your side of what happened?"

   "Well I am her secretary, and I see her sometimes in the gym when we
work out.  She and I have never spoken to each other at the gym before. 
Well, yesterday afternoon in her office, I needed to go to the rest room,
and in front of the other secretaries, she asked.., she suggested...."

   April paused and sniffed.  "Um, I'd rather not talk about it.  It's
just....." She stopped and sobbed.  "I'd just like to get back upstairs to
work, okay?" The teenager's voice sounded anxious and innocent, and Suzanne
noticed her slipping her high heel back on.

   Ignoring April's request, Monica stared dumbfounded at the two women for
a minute.

   "Okay, let's back up.  I don't much care how you two gals 'get your
jollies' when you're off work.  But this gym is company property.  I'm
responsible for it, and this has gone WAY past a simple canceled
membership. This, ladies, is serious!"

   April reached into her purse and pulled out a small mini carton of milk,
placing it on Monica's desk.

   "Urm ....how serious?" Suzanne asked in panic, thinking, wondering if
she could be fired.  April however busied herself playing the part of an
office ditz, opening the milk carton, much to Monica's irritation.

   "April, pay attention." Suzanne couldn't help but smile inside as April
pouted a little girl pout.

   "Yes ma'am." April said respectfully as she opened the carton and took a
sip of milk through her pursed oval pink lips.

   "It may become a police matter from what I saw on the tape.  Now, April?
I'm no expert, but from what I saw, it sure looked to me like Mrs.  Green
was assaulting you, *against* your will." Monica glared at Suzanne as she
spoke.

   "But....shit...I mean, look who's doing the dirty work...!" Suzanne
cried, unable to believe her ears: the screen showed her completely naked
now on her hands and knees as April sat on her back smacking her ass as she
crawled around the gym room.

   The eighteen year-old looked at Suzanne.  "You're her boss right? 
You're in a position of authority here.  You hold the cards.  You could
have commanded her to do what she did and then, after you're
little....after work sex games together, you could fire this poor girl for
all she knows, right?" Monica spat.

   Suzanne's mind reeled and bile rose in her tummy over the manager's
words!  She couldn't even fathom how after all she'd been through, she
could be blamed for all this...!  Was the manager totally blind?  Didn't
she watch the whole tape?  Did it look as if she was in control???  How
could she....?

   For a second time, she froze.

   This time, she felt April reach her down and pretend to fumble with her
purse, 'accidentally' knocking it over and dumping its contents on the
floor next to Suzanne.  Lipstick, wallet and stuff spilled everywhere,
along with something Suzanne wished April hadn't brought with her today.

   The socks.  The wet pissy socks, in a plastic zip lock bag.  The socks
she'd been humiliated with yesterday.  April's eyes lit up when she saw
them and Suzanne cursed her under her breath for bringing them.

   "Oops.  Sorry Mrs Green....I made a boo, boo.  I'll pick it up.." April
cooed stupidly to her boss, making Monica lose patience.

   "April - Leave it.  We'll pick it up later.  This is VERY important,
okay honey?  Now concentrate," Monica said sternly.  "Okay?"

   April nodded as she sat back in her chair but in doing so, she managed
to reach over and pull off her boss's right high heel, leaving it sitting
it next to the woman's now bare foot.  Suzanne felt like they were passing
notes in class behind the teacher's back, only one moment she felt like
April was a 'bully', and the next moment her secret lover!

   "April, what your boss did may constitute...  sexual harassment" Monica
said condescendingly but the girl April seemed to play right along. 
Suzanne peered at her, wondering what her game was.

   "Sexual what? ...uh...so you mean that because Mrs Green is my boss,
then *she* would be the one in trouble and not me?" April asked, acting
like a bimbo and smiling sweetly at Suzanne.

   `The conniving little bitch!' Suzanne thought as she stared back at her
secretary.

   April placed a hand on the woman's thigh and begin to slide it slowly
up. Suzanne gasped, both in surprise and because of the sudden tingle in
her cunt.  She tried to knock it away, but to no avail.

   "Weeelllll....," April continued, "I guess she'd better be real *nice*
to me now, or I could report her to the company HR manager, right?" April
asked,

   "Yes, that is correct, April.  Since Mrs Green has already admitted that
it was her fault that this even occurred, you could report her to HR,"
agreed Monica.

   Suzanne sighed and then blushed.  She was a woman of experience and
maturity, and account executive and married mother of two, but suddenly she
felt defeated, Here she sat, one high heel on, the other foot naked, while
her single high heel sat there on the floor, and her teenage secretary was
trying to push her hand secretly up her boss's skirt.  She gave up all
resistance and let go of the wandering hand and felt her thigh tremble as
soft fingers feathered her skin.

   Suddenly April shoved the milk carton into her face.  "Hey Bessy...wanna
drink?" April said, a smirk in her voice.

   "Bessy?" Monica asked as she sat forward in her chair.  "Who came up
with that name?"

   "Actually, Monica, Mrs Green came up with the name and begged me to call
her that." April smiled and held the small milk cartoon just inches from
Suzanne's lips.

   "Is that right, Mrs Green?  You came up with the name `Bessie'?"

   Suzanne turned several shades of red and fidgeted with her fingers. 
"Yes".  She bit her lip when she thought about it, it had been a kind of a
heat of the moment thing.

   "Well, that's a stupid name," Monica replied as she sat back.  Suzanne
blushed even more and looked away.  What a fool she had been in coming up
with that name, but the powerful memory and the soft fingers made her clit
throb.

   "How `bout the office then?  Do they call her that?"

   "They will," April added with a giggle.  "Bessie here will be using her
typing skills to type up a memo later today asking the office to call her
Bessie.  Isn't that right, Mrs Green?"

   Suzanne just nodded, staring down at her lap and her fidgeting fingers.

   "Oh, good, I can't wait to read it," Monica sneered, glancing in disgust
over at the video again.

   Suzanne felt deeply humiliated by Monica's expression as her warm thighs
pressed together against the exploring hand.  She had been a respected
executive but there was no respect in Monica's response to the humiliating
name.  `And,' she thought with mounting dread, `Monica would hear much
worse if she'd dared watch the whole tape with the volume turned up!'

   "Mrs Green..?" Monica asked, getting impatient as April held the little
milk cartoon to her boss's lips.

   "Still thinking...right, 'Moo girl'?" April giggled as she shot a wicked
little wink to her boss.

   "Moo girl?" repeated Monica, her eyebrows raised .

   "Yes, another name that Mrs Green demanded that I call her," April
replied, still holding the cartoon of milk in front of her boss.

   "Damn, is that right, Mrs Green?"

   Suzanne barely whispered, "Yes".

   "Moo girl", that was another name she came up with on the spur of the
moment last night.  The name had pleased her secretary last night and she
had really wanted to please her secretary, and even now, despite the
circumstances, her arousal skyrocketed.  But anger flared in her as well
and she fought to the urge to keep from jumping up and SLAPPING the smirk
right off April Peterson's smug little face right then and there.

   Instead, she focused on the milk carton."NO...thanks.  April." Suzanne
managed, pushing it aside, trying to control her anger, praying Monica
wouldn't notice her depraved arousal.

   She glared at April as the teen put the milk carton on the desk but the
girl turned and smiled cheekily at her.  The teen naughtily reached down,
grabbed the soggy socks in the plastic bag and secretly held it out of
sight of Monica.

   "Miss Peterson, WAS your boss Mrs Suzanne Green sexually assaulting you
or not?" Monica asked, looking firmly into April's now watery eyes. 
'Shit!' thought Suzanne, 'she seems to be able to turn it on at will.'

   April subtly removed the dirty gym socks out of the bag and managed to
squeeze the soaking dirty piss into Suzanne's high heel, disguising the
sound with a little sob, as she took a deep breath, and answered,
tearfully, "Yes ma'am, she was, it was almost like rape, I mean I was
scared and intimidated by Bessie, I mean Mrs Green."

   Suzanne had seen it all.  She thought what her secretary did yesterday
was low.  But this.  This!

   She should have been furious at April's ridiculous accusation and
willingness to piss all over her whole career with lies about what had been
caught on video, but she wasn't.  Instead she was squeezing her legs
together quietly so Monica wouldn't notice, and had her eyes locked on
April as she shamefully, arousingly allowed her secretary to guide her foot
back into her own high heel, now full of the icky fluid from her socks. 
Instead of anger, somehow the school girl crush she had on April became all
that more intense.  She somehow wanted to please the teenager in a shameful
and humiliating way.  She wanted to see her secretary's little brown hole
again, to love it and kiss it, talk to it in the most shameful way, maybe
give it a playful name like lovers do.

   'Oh, god.  Cold and wet.  fuck...' Suzanne growled to herself.

   This is how it happened yesterday too.  All her shock and anger
eventually had given way to arousal and pure orgasmic love and devotion to
her teenage secretary, who had watched as her high and mighty boss utterly
humiliate herself.

   "It's okay, Monica...I'm...er.....used to it.  She's my boss." April
paused then leaned forward toward Monica.  "She has these...weird sexual
urges," she said as she shook her head.  "She told me several days ago that
her hubby doesn't do her anymore, that it's been like years, and she, well,
secretly spies on all us teenage secretaries here at the gym and at work."
April paused again and looked at Suzanne.  "I feel sorry for her, that's
all...." April shrugged with a ditzy little smile over at Monica and sat
back in her chair.

   "I NEVER said - " Suzanne huffed as her pulse raced.  Now that she
thought about it, this is how the whole thing started.  She overheard some
of the secretaries talking about their boyfriends and relationships.  A
little later in her office with April sitting across from her desk she felt
sorry for teenager and in a moment of weakness told her about her husband
and their marriage.  But she certainly never said anything about spying on
the other secretaries.

   Suzanne thought of the public humiliation in the office exploding before
her if any of this came out but as she did so, she felt April's hand return
to her leg, working it's way across her knee and over her thigh, edging
secretly up her skirt.

   Monica frowned at the older woman, "Mrs.  Green, this is now some major
serious shit.  You've abused your position of authority not only as a
member of the company gym, but with sexual harassment at your office!"

   Suzanne tried to concentrate but she couldn't resist any longer, opening
her legs to let April's fingers trail deeper under her skirt, edging
forward on her seat, her cunt turning to liquid.

   She somehow forced her attention back to Monica.  "Oh for God's
sake...This girl's practically twice as healthy as me!  I'm an old lady by
comparison!  Against her will???  Puullllease!" she pleaded, close to
tears, both from pure panic and sexual frustration at April's teasing.

   Monica raised her finger for Suzanne's silence at the same moment that
April's fingers started playing across her wet panties: her secretary's
lovely fingers, those fingers that she had kissed and sucked one at a time
to show her devotion to her secretary, those same fingers that had the
smell and taste of her own cunt on them.

   April tearfully confessed.  "No, it's okay Monica.  She's just a sad old
woman who can't control her deviant sexual behavior, maybe that's why her
husband doesn't do her anymore." April looked at Monica.  "But last night
it was just a sad little game that Mrs Green - I mean, Bessie - and I
played at the spur of the moment.  As you can see on the tape, she likes it
rough and will do most anything to please me," April sobbed, her twisting
of the truth bringing a furious blush to Suzanne's betrayed cheeks.  "And
if I didn't know better, it's almost like she has a school girl crush on
me."

   "Ohhh Jesus - This is insane!!!  It's not true!" Suzanne cried, losing
all patience and control as the teen's fingers pressed against her swollen
clit through her sodden gusset.  "And it's not a school girl..."

   April interrupted.  "So ever since she told me about her hubby, Bessie
likes to follow me around the office, asking if she can do things for me.
It got annoying sometimes but I noticed the other secretaries watching us.
I realized it was cute in a kinky sort of way.  I mean who would have known
that she liked to follow me into the women's restroom and hold the bathroom
door open for me and then stand guard at the toilet door waiting patiently
for me to finish."

   "But you said....." Suzanne flared but her anger trailed off when April
looked at her and pressed her finger hard against her clit.  Yes, it was
true but April had said that she was afraid of being bullied by the other
secretaries when she was alone in the women's room.

   Monica leaned forward on her desk.  "So let me get this straight, Mrs
Green -I mean Bessie - are you claiming you never threatened to fire April,
and what you two did on this tape is between consensual lovers, and not the
sexual coercion of an underling?" she asked, a hint of frustration in her
voice.

   "We're not lovers," Suzanne blurted out and then looked at April, who
smiled at her and Suzanne blushed red.  "I mean, I mean....?  Oh I don't
know!  I haven't talked to April about what we are." Suzanne paused, trying
to make sense of her thoughts, and blushed again.  "But it wasn't sexual
coercion," she sobbed, unable to get out of the logical trap of Monica's
question.

   Tears ran down the executive's cheeks, tears of humiliation, but also of
frustration.  Her breath rasping, she ran her hand desperately over the
skirt of her business tight business suit, trying to disguise the movement
of April's hand beneath as the teen brought her closer and closer to
orgasm, amazed that Monica seemed to watch it all from behind her desk as
if nothing were happening at all.

   "So your secretary riding you like a cow and milking your tits, plus you
doing that 'other stuff' on the tape, isn't that like normal consensual sex
between two lovers?  I mean your an older woman who is sexually frustrated
from what you admitted, finding love and acceptance in the arms of your
teenage secretary.  Doesn't that make you horny?" Monica said, her rapid
breathing betraying her own arousal as she watched Suzanne Green barely
contain herself, seconds from orgasm.

   "Ugh...Nooo..." Suzanne grunted as she squirmed in her chair, her cunt
on fire.

   "Um...then, like, Bessie?  Um, why are you playing with yourself?" April
smirked.

   "I'm not playing with *myself* you dope....  I was just... Just trying
to adjust my skirt.  And...." she broke off, moaning.  "I was
just....fidgeting with it, cause your freaking me out so much with these
questions!" She moaned again.  "See Monica?  My secretary is obsessed with
me!!!"

   Suzanne sighed in frustration as April rhythmically slowed and then
speeded up her assault on her boss's engorged clitoris beneath her now
deeply soiled panties, keeping her on the edge but not letting her cum.

   "Well, Mrs Green.  I'm not letting this drop until I can get you two to
agree a definition of whatever it was you two were doing on the gym floor
after hours last night, and tell me what kind of relationship you two are
in," Monica insisted, peering at the two closely as she sat back in her
chair.

   Pissed and frustrated by April's fingers, Suzanne spat sarcastically,
"What did it LOOK like 'Little Miss Monica'?  Because......uggghh...it was
a stupid misunderstanding, I caused April to get angry with me yesterday in
my office because she asked me to stop following her around because it
embarrassed her in front of the other secretaries and so we argued about
it. I am the who got out of hand here at the gym, and, you're trying,
mmmmm, blow it into a big deal between a boss and her secretary." She
moaned loudly.  "Just let it drop, okay???" she fumed, squirming as April's
fingers played over her panties.

   Monica tapped on her keyboard.  "I have your personal folder from your
gym membership application, Mrs Green," she announced.  "And, I watched the
tape, 'Little Miss Suzie', the WHOLE fucking tape!" She paused
dramatically.

   "It looked to me as if one Miss April Peterson, junior secretary for
Price Media, was physically *abusing* one Mrs.  Suzanne Green, wife, mother
of two lovely kids, a fourteen year-old boy and a twelve year-old girl, and
senior account executive for same company."

   She paused again, looking up at the two women, their chairs touching. 
April was smiling as she had her left hand under the skirt of her boss. 
Suzanne had a tight grip on the arm rests of the chair she was sitting in,
trying to prevent herself from cumming on the fingers of her secretary. l
Monica ignored the scene in front of her.  "I saw the said Miss Peterson
riding Mrs Green around on all fours like a farm animal, squeezing her
nipples like she was milking her, and using pornographic language to taunt
and otherwise verbally 'stimulate' her.  I saw Miss Peterson attach a dog
collar and leash around her boss's neck and lead her around the floor like
a dog, making her fetch items like panties and shoes and bring them back to
the said secretary.  I saw the same secretary piss on her superior's socks
and then command her, still in the role of a dog, to run and fetch them in
her mouth.  I noticed that in all these extreme activities, the said Mrs
Green is clearly an excited participant in a high state of arousal and can
frequently be seen fingering her own cunt.  Finally, I saw the same Mrs
Green beg and plead with said secretary to let her kiss and suckle said
secretary's anus in order to show her appreciation for said secretary."

   She stopped and glared at Suzanne.  "I believe that is called brown
nosing, Mrs Green," Monica sneered.  "Now is this what you'd call a `little
misunderstanding?'"

   For a moment there was silence and Suzanne shifted awkwardly in her
chair, partly because of the humiliation, but also because of the insistent
rubbing of April's fingers.  Then, Monica pointed the remote control at the
monitor and the screen flashed into life.

   The video showed April pulling off Suzanne's socks and then commanding
her to stay.  The teen then walked a few yards away, dropped the socks on
the floor, squatted over them and pissed, aiming her stream so that the
socks were clearly saturated.  Suzanne did not move and could be heard
moaning, her hand working between her legs.

   When she had finished, April walked back, patted her boss on the head
and shouted, "Fetch!" Suzanne leaped forward and ran on all fours over to
the socks, picked them up in her mouth and returned, sitting obediently in
front of her secretary.  Piss could be seen running over her chin and
dripping onto her tits.

   April patted her on the head and held out a plastic bag, ordering her
boss to "drop".

   Monica pressed the remote again and for several second all three women
stared at the frozen image of Mrs Green's dripping face, all captivated by
the dominant young secretary abusing her older boss.  However, the blush on
Suzanne's face was no longer one of humiliation: she was silently trying to
grind and fuck April's teasing fingers, her toes wriggling in her soiled
high heel which she now dutifully wore.

   Monica tore her eyes away from the screen and looked at April.  "Well
it's pretty extreme and very kinky, but that is clearly a consensual sexual
relationship between mutual lovers."

   April giggled nervously.  "I'll admit, Mrs.  Green did frightened me at
the time, and I know our...relationship may seem, well, I know it may seem
unhealthy to you Monica, but please, don't judge us yet.  My little Bessie
and I," April smiled at Monica.  "Well, we're just getting started in our
relationship.  It's still new for me and especially for my Bessie and we'll
have to work through some things."

   The teen looked at Suzanne who had a orgasmic look on her face.  "I
guess we can call our new relationship a normal sexual relationship.  I
mean, she probably wants to hide our relationship from her family, which I
can totally understand."

   "Why were you frightened to begin with?" Monica asked.

   April smiled at Suzanne and then answered.  "You see....yesterday after
work I noticed my boss walking around the locker room in her sexy workout
clothes.  As I was changing into my workout clothes, she privately begged
me to do these things to her.  At first I couldn't beleive it.  She stood
in front of me with a hopeful look on her face but looking at her and
thinking about our arguement in her office that afternoon made me queasy
and feel like a tramp.  When I didn't agree with her requests she said she
would suck up to me with a little brown nosing.  She told me thats how all
women move up the corporate ladder and that she was pretty good at it."

   April sobbed, wiping fresh tear from her eye with her right hand.  "I
mean, what self-respecting idiot of a female would willingly plant kisses
on a girl's little dirty brown hole?"

   April and Monica both looked at Suzanne who turned several shades of
red. She wanted to scream because that was not how it happened in the
locker room.  Well sort of - you couldn't deny the audio portion of the
tape in the locker room that caught her begging her secretary to let her
kiss her anus, that cute little winkled muscle that taunted her.

   "But, from what I have seen on the video, you seemed to be...enjoying
yourself too?" Monica said gently.  "Tell the truth April.  Your boss can't
coerce you now.  You're safe sitting here with me.  No older women will
ever make you ride them around the gym again if you don't want them too, I
promise!  Tell us what you're holding back?"

   "Okay, but only if Mrs.  Green promises not to fire me, okay?" April
looked at her boss and smiled.  "Do you promise Mrs.  Green?" April asked.

   Suzanne nodded distractedly as her secretary's pinching fingers slowly
worked her boss's juicy cunt.

   "Okay.  Well, my boss is just ...a sexual charity case," April continued
as she looked at Suzanne, "And over the last several days as our working
relationship changed I began to feel sorry for her.  I mean, what she said
in her office about her husband having a small cock and that he preferred
to masturbate sitting on the toilet looking at porn on his tablet rather
than fuck her..."

   "I did not..." Suzanne tried to say but Monica gave her a threatening
look and she averted her eyes.

   "And then she told me last night as we got dressed that her fourteen
year-old son, Billy, likes to surf internet porn sites, mainly looking at
the kinky stuff and how that bothered her," April paused and chuckled. 
"Mrs Green here didn't know what a MILF was, did you Bessie?"

   Suzanne had her eyes closed but shook her head.

   "What does it mean?" April asked as she pinched Suzanne's clit which
made her squirm in the chair.

   "Mother's I'd like to fuck," Suzanne moaned.

   "Well, anyway, I reminded her that she also likes the kinky stuff and
not be so judgmental about her son..."

   Suzanne tried to speak but Monica raised her finger.  April had asked
Suzanne about her kids as they were getting dressed.  Suzanne stupidily
told her that the other weekend she was cleaning her Billy's room when she
bumped into his desk and the computer screen came on.  The porn site,
'MILFS who love BDSM', was on the screen.  As she looked through his
browsing history she noticed that it was all websites with older women or
MILFS who enjoyed doing degrading and humiliating sex acts.

   "And she also mentioned her twelve year-old daughter, Jane, and how she
wants to wear the latest fashions like thong underwear, short skirts, tight
blouses, and high heels just like the fashion magazines, but Bessie here
wants to deny her that."

   Suzanne was near tears now.  Okay, that part was the truth but it was so
unfair but it wasn't the way that April made it sound.  She had thought
that by telling April about Jane, maybe she could have given her advise on
how to interact with her pre-teen daughter who had just started puberty."

   April giggled coyly.  "But to tell the truth it was kind of fun when I
was riding her and pulling on her nipples as I milked her, and her "Mooing"
each time I pulled her tit.  and then having her act like a doggie." She
lowered her voice as if confessing.  "But it was especially fun with her
brown nosing.  Oh how she planted kisses on my brownie and how it tickled
as she tried to get her tongue in deep.  I couldn't help it but squirm."

   April giggled again as she pulled her fingers back to the hem of
Suzanne's dress.  "That was very nice, Mrs Green, and my anus really
appreciated it."

   Suzanne burned with shame as she watched April's left hand rest the hem
of her skirt, secretly urging the teen to move her hand back to her cunt.

   Monica sighed.  "Just one last question, April.  What did Mrs Green say
to your yesterday afternoon that made you so angry?"

   The teen blushed, and then giggled.  "I told her that I had to go to the
rest room, and like before, she said that she would come with me to make
sure the office bullies didn't bother me." April paused.  "Well, I said no
that she didn't have to follow me to the restroom which we then argued back
and forth but then in a loud voice she offered, if I wanted," April paused
and then giggled again, "She would wipe me clean." April looked at Suzanne.
"I mean I was so embarrased when she said that and the other secretaries
heard it.  She insisted she could help me out but I wouldn't let her."
April looked at Monica.  "It all came to a head in the gym, I mean, our
arguement in her office, the other girls teasing me about Mrs Green going
to the restroom with me, her bothering me in the locker room, and that's
why I got so angry and took my frustrations out on her in gym."

   Monica and April turned and sat there looking at the older woman who
shuddered in humiliation.  Suzanne wondered how much more of this she could
take.

   "So...what are you gonna do with us?" Mrs Green asked trying to hide her
apprehension.  She knew she was trapped and didn't see a clear way out.

   Monica looked at the secretary.  "April, I can't do anything if you see
your consensual sexual relationship with Mrs Green as some bizarre form of
intimacy, or perhaps a demented form of an older woman's sexual devotion to
a young girl.  But I promise to put this disgusting repulsive embarrassing
matter to bed.  I will not forward it to HR if you both agree that Mrs
Green *wasn't* hurting you and you both admit to this being some sort of
weird little 'lovers' game'"

   Mrs Green embarrassingly agreed, and April casually nodded with a smirk
as she put her left hand in her lap.

   "And Mrs Green, you will submit requests via email to me for after hours
access on the days you two lovers want to be alone, I will make sure that
nobody disturbs your budding sexual relationship."

   Suzanne looked down at her lap and nodded her head.  Is that what this
is now?  A budding sexual relationship with a teenager?

   Monica sat back in her chair.  "And April you have to agree to allow
your lover to attend personal training by me two times per week.  Say,
during her lunch time?" April nodded her head.  "Make sure you block that
hour on her schedule."

   April smiled and nodded in agreement.  April looked at Suzanne, "I'm
sure my lover won't object to that?" Once more, Suzanne found herself
obediently nodding her consent: in the fog of her memories, she that she'd
agree to ANYTHING, if her secretary would keep treating her like a farm
animal.

   "Can I go now Monica?" April chirped, and Monica nodded.

   As April got up to leave Suzanne also stood up but the gym manager
said," I need to talk to you for a few minutes alone Suzie."

   "It's Suzanne actually." the blushing executive corrected, trying to
re-establish her authority as she straightened her clothes.

   "Not anymore," laughed Monica.  So did April as she stood up.

   As April walked out the door, Monica's personality seemed to change. 
She walked out from behind her desk and without a word, pulled a startled
Suzanne into a small adjoining room.  Suzanne looked around with growing
horror: the room seemed to be filled with a variety of bondage gear, some
of which she recognised, some of which she had never seen before.  The teen
picked up some sort of bizarre 'penis gag' with straps attached, and then
also took off the shelf a similar type of gag for her bottom, also with
strap, a butt plug that looked like it was six inches long.

   Staring at the objects Monica was holding, Suzanne started to lose it,
tears forming in her eyes.  "Please don't, for god's sake....I have a
husband, kids and a reputation to protect."

   "Not anymore Suzie," Monica said, grinning.  "The only thing that will
protect you is your enthusiasm for your new lifestyle.  Besides, it won't
be all that bad, it'll be a lot of fun." Monica yanked Suzie's skirt down,
denuding the humiliated professional woman's bottom half.  Suzanne knew she
should have resisted and pulled her skirt back up, but she didn't.

   "Put your hands behind your head and bend over," Monica ordered. 
Suzanne hestiated.  Monica slapped her ass cheek.

   Suzanne quickly put her hands behind her head and bent over at the
waist.

   "Look straight ahead Suzie, don't you dare look back," Monica ordered.

   Suzanne could hear the gym manager doing things behind her then she felt
a finger covered with a cool gel slide into her anus.

   "That's a good, hold steady right there." Monica said as she worked her
finger back and forth inside Suzanne's anus.  Then Monica removed her
fingers and suddenly she felt the tip of the butt plug slide into her anus.
Oh gawd how she wanted to say something, anything, to make Monica stop as
the butt plug spread her sphincter muscle.

   In no time the butt plug was firmly in place.  "Stand up straight."
Suzanne did so.  Monica then wrapped the straps of the butt plug around her
waist and tightened them, securing the butt plug firmly inside her.

   Monica stood back and looked at her handy work.  "If you need to go
poopie today, ask April to undo the straps and remove the butt plug.  Then
ask her to reinsert the butt plug after you're done.  Understand?"

   "Yes," Suzanne moaned.  She was standing straight with her hands still
behind her head.  The plug filled her up competely, it was a little
uncomfortable but overly so.  Then Monica reached down between Suzanne's
ass cheeks to the end of the butt plug and slid a button on.  Suzanne
jumped a little as the butt plug came to life.

   The butt plug moved ever so slightly in her rectum and it was warm, like
the plug had heated up a little.

   'This isn't so bad,' thougt Suzanne as the plug warmed her insides.  'At
least nobody could see it.'

   Then Monica held up the penis gag.  The penis was at least eight inches
on one side and shorter and the other end, like four inches, the end
designed to fit into the mouth.  This shorter end had a little round bulb
with a one inch plastic connector that connected the bulb to the penis. 
Staring at it, Suzanne noticed the one inch plastic connector had teeth
marks.

   "Come on Suzie, open wide." Monica coaxed, but Suzanne pursed her lips
and turned her head, tears streaming down her face, and she shook her head
back and forth, it was one thing to have a butt plug inside her.

   Monica frowned but held up the penis gag higher, closer to the woman's
face.  "See the teeth marks here?  You're not the first woman to wear
this," but Suzanne pursed her lips even tighter and shook her head.

   "Now don't be a bad girl, Suzie," Monica said as she gently rubbed the
plastic bulb along Suzanne's lips.  "You accepted the butt plug readily
enough, this is no different." Monica leaned in closer, "You do this one
thing for me and I will give you the most exquisite pleasure possible."

   Suzanne looked at the penis gag again and then back at Monica,
understanding the humiliation being asked of her, and felt her sex tingle.
The butt plug felt so warm and natural inside her that the penis gag
shouldn't be any different.  She slowly opened her mouth, accepting the
bulb end tenuously in her nervous quivering lips so that the black plastic
penis jutted out obscenely from her mouth.

   "Now bite down in the plastic connector so that you have better control
of the dildo," Monica said as she fixed the straps around Suzie's neck
fastening the velcro under her hair.

   "That's a good girl, bite it harder," Monica ordered.  "Now on your
knees like a good little girl." As Suzanne knelt down, the eighteen
year-old removed her panties.

   Out of the corner of her eye, Suzanne caught sight of the other
employees walking into work, realising for the first time that she was
kneeling next to a large floor-to-ceiling window that nobody could see in,
the kind of window that reflects the sun.

   Suzanne saw her reflection in the glass, the black plastic dildo jutting
from her mouth the other women walking to work not knowing she was on the
other side of it.

   She heard the young gym manager whisper soothingly in her left ear:

   "Like April agreed, to times a week," the young gym manager whispered
soothingly, "you will come here during your lunch hour and I'm going to
train you in the arts of deviant sexual practices.  In addition, I am going
to fuck you every which way just like a proper boyfriend would do to his
girlfriend, you do want to be girlfriend don't you?" Suzanne hesistated
then nodded her head.  "Good girl, so during your lunch hour here you will
be attentive to my needs and wants, just like a real girlfriend.  Do we
understand each other?"

   Suzanne nodded meekly, glancing back out of the window as employees of
Price Media walked towards the office building.  "You know you and April do
make a cute couple," Monica observed.  "It would be really cool to see your
relationship blossom."

   Suzanne nodded her head, slobber already oozing from the side of her
lips dripping down on her blouse, the black plastic phallus waving up and
down.

   "Good, we're gonna get along just fine," Monica said as she got on her
hands and knees, turning so that her delicious young ass faced Suzanne. 
"Now push that plastic cock all the way into my cunt, like a good girl,"
the eighteen year-old moaned, "because I want to feel the tip of your nose
touching my anus."

   **
   end of chapter 1