CORPORATE ASSETS II
                      (The Lesson Continues)

                         By Lindsay Crawford

It had been several months since the day when Sandra had been abducted from
the parking garage. She had told no one about. She was afraid that it would
ruin her career with the company. Nothing in the office had really changed.
Sandra did notice that one of her co-workers, Bob, had looked at her in a
strange way, but he had said nothing. Sandra had avoided him. The thought
that he might have had something to do with her kidnapping scared her. She
was relieved when he was transferred to another office.

She had been assigned a new secretary. Personnel had refused to let her
hire her own. Sandra had been angry with that decision, but her boss had
said it came from the top, so she let it go. Her new secretary was a young
Hispanic woman named Rachel. She was not particularly pretty. She dressed
very plainly and was very quiet. She came to work on time; her work was
very good and she said very little to anyone, including Sandra. Sandra
suspected that Rachel lived at home and was a devout churchgoer, but the
her file said little beyond her name, address and work experience.

Sandra had not undergone any massive changes in her office
demeanor. She may have been less ready t she still did it. She didn't seek
out co-workers to torment but if the opportunity can her way she took it. 

From time to time Sandra would unlock the security drawer of her private
file cabinet and take out a plain brown envelope. Inside were the photos
of her ordeal. She had tried to throw them away, but couldn't. She would
close and lock her door and pulled the photos out of their envelope. One
photo showed her with a cock in her mouth while being fucked the in the
pussy. The other showed her licking pussy while being ass fucked. When she
saw them a flood of feelings came over her; Shame, guilt, fear, excitement,
arousal, and lust. The photos seemed to be of another person. The entire
event seemed to have happened to someone else. When Sandra thought of it,
she viewed it more like remembering a movie or a dream. It didn't seem to
have anything to do with reality or her.

It was a Friday afternoon when Rachel knocked on Sandra's door. She quickly
put away the photos and locked them up. She opened the door to find Rachel
quietly standing there with a handful of papers. "I need for you to review
these and if they're okay, then sign them," said Rachel in her almost mousy
voice. Sandra was always in a state of heightened sensitivity after looking
at the photos. "You bothered me for that?," she snapped at Rachel.
"Couldn't this was waited?" "I'm very sorry," apologized Rachel. "But I
knew you wanted this to go out in the mail today." "Then why the hell did
you wait to the last minute to do them, you stupid girl!" shouted Sandra.
The few people left in the office turned their heads at the noise. Sandra
grabbed Rachel by the arm and jerked her into the office and slammed the
door. "Look from now on when you want me and my door is closed, you call
me on the phone first, comprende?" Sandra growled. "Yes," said Rachel. Her
lack of fear seemed to enrage Sandra. "Now look, I know your just a stupid
Mexican, but if you can't understand my rules I'll get rid of you."
threatened Sandra. "I'm not a stupid Mexican..." began Rachel. "Shut your
fucking mouth you ignorant, Spic!" shrieked Sandra. "You
pepper-bellies are all stupid. Just a bunch of whores and greasers running
around in those stupid low riding cars!" By now Sandra had lost control of
herself. "I know all about your kind. And I know how to deal with them. You
put them in their place. Show them who's boss," she fairly screamed at
Rachel. "Well I'm the boss around here and you'll do as I say or I'll make
it hell for you."

During this tirade Rachel had only stared at Sandra. She showed no emotion;
neither anger nor fear. Now she quietly said, "I
understand exactly what you mean." "Can I go now?" she asked. "Yes", yelled
Sandra. "Get the hell out of my sight. I've got lots of work still to do.
Thanks to people like you I've got to come in to work tomorrow and I'll
probably be here all night." Rachel put the papers on Sandra's desk and
left the office, closing the door behind her.

Sandra was almost out of breath due to her explosion. She threw herself
into her leather chair and gasped for air. She felt good. She had been
keeping all of that rage inside her and now it was out. Being nice to
idiots was not her style and she wasn't going to change.

The next day Sandra arose late and spent the day shopping for clothes. She
also did some grocery shopping. It was late in the afternoon when she
arrived at the office. The parking garage was empty. Sandra had never felt
safe in the garage after her
abduction. She parked, took her bag of groceries with her and quickly went
into the building. She took the elevator to her floor; made her way to her
office and unlocked the door. She looked out the window of her office at
the hills that surrounded her mid-rise office building. She thought about
how nice it would be to go home and get into her hot tub and just relax.
This thought lasted only a moment as Sandra realized she had a lot of
paperwork to do before Monday. As the sun slowly set, Sandra turned to her
desk and began working.

She had been at it for about four hours when she took a break. She rose and
opened her office door. The other offices were empty; their occupants long
since gone. Sandra smirked and thought about how lazy her co-workers were
not to put in extra hours. She crossed the open work area and headed for
the snack bar on the next floor. She entered the stairwell and walked up
one flight. As she opened the door into the hallway, she nearly bumped into
one of the night cleaning crew. "Watch where you're going," she growl at
the woman who was pushing the cleaning cart. The Hispanic woman said
nothing, only smiled. Sandra thought to herself that the stupid thing
probably didn't speak English as she entered the snack bar. 

Two more of the cleaning crew were in the snack bar. A young and woman,
both Hispanic, were talking to each other in Spanish. They stopped and
turned to look at Sandra as she entered. Sandra glared at them as she
crossed the room. They both smiled at her and she ignored them. They left
the snack bar without a word. Sandra bought a diet Coke and again thought
of how she needed to lose a few pounds. She rubbed her hips through her
skirt. Maybe it was time for that plastic surgery she had thought about. 

She was wondering what it would cost and how long she would be away from
work as she walked back to her office. Up the stairs and down the empty
corridors. She was approaching her office. She thought she had left the
door open, but now it was closed. Must be those stupid cleaning people, she
thought as she turned the door knob.

As the door opened Sandra suddenly saw one of the cleaning men standing at
her file cabinet with a drawer open. The man's back was to Sandra. "What
the hell do you think you're doing", she yelled at the man as she charged
across the office. The man turned around and Sandra came to an abrupt halt.
In the man's hand was a pistol, pointed directly at Sandra. The man smiled
but said nothing. Behind Sandra something was moving. She turned to see the
young man and woman from the snack bar. With them was Rachel.

(TO BE CONTINUED)