Henry Perkins: Secretary enslaved

"I don't see that you have much choice, Miss Jones," Alex Hazen said, leaning back into the heavily-padded, monstrous swivel chair behind his desk.

The chair was made of rich black leather and it's back reached high up over her boss' head, reminding Sharon of a seat for some stem judge who might slap her into chains. The frightened young woman squirmed uncomfortably in a small chair at the front of the massive oak desk.

"Mr. Hazen," she said emphatically, straining to show her honesty with her voice, "I promise you, I didn't have anything to do with the money that's missing, no matter what you or anybody else might think!"

"Look," Mr. Hazen said, leaning forward and dropping his hands to the desk. "There's no sense in arguing about it, because my office manager confirms that it's true. Miss Lentz says she gave you the locked box with two-hundred dollars in it to put away and when she checked it later, the money was gone. She went through your desk while you were at break, and she found the missing key to the box in your top drawer."

"I didn't take that money," Sharon said tensely. "I'm a secretary, not a thief!"

Mr. Hazen's smile was caustic. "Then what about the two-hundred dollars we found stuck in the side pocket of your purse?"

"Somebody must have put it there while I was away from my desk!" Sharon cried, her mind in a complete swirl. Somehow, the whole afternoon had gone completely crazy, and everything was running out of control. The young woman, only a few years out of college, was growing more and more frightened and confused, and she didn't know what to do.

"That may be," Alex Hazen said as a crooked, sneering smile began to spread on his face. "But who's going to believe you? Do you think the police are going to take your word against ours when a businessman and his office manager tell them an employee has stolen our money?"

"They can't prove it because I didn't do it!" Sharon gasped.

"Ah, but they can!" Alex laughed triumphantly. "They'll have two respectable witnesses in me and Miss Lentz. I know you don't have any money, so you'll spend time in jail because you can't make bail, and the newspapers will tell everybody that you're nothing but a common thief. And even if you do manage to get out of jail after awhile, you'll have lost your job in the meantime. And there's nobody else who'll give another job to someone whose picture has been in the paper for stealing money from their employer."

It all made such brutal sense. Even Sharon could understand that the police would be more likely to believe Mr. Hazen than her.

"What do you want, Mr. Hazen?" she asked, feeling defeated. "What is it that you want me to do?"

"Just what I told you before," he said with a sadistic grin. "Instead of arguing with me and making me mad, you ought to be doing something nice to take my mind off calling the police."

"But I can't do what you asked," Sharon said desperately.

"Sure you can," her boss insisted. "It's not going to hurt you to show me those tits you're hiding under that blouse."

Sharon's face burned. She knew that she was turning red. She could feel the embarrassment burn in the skin of her face and tits. But she knew that she was going to have to do exactly what he said to keep him from calling the police.

"I'm tired of waiting, bitch," Alex Hazen said, and reached for the phone on his desk. "I'm starting to dial the police right now and the only way you're going to stop me is to have those tits naked before the cops answer the phone!"

Sharon whined, but she stood quickly as his finger punched out the first number. By the time the third number was pressed, she had the buttons of her blouse open and she shrugged out of the garment, all the time watching the phone. Her boss was punching in the seventh digit when she reached behind her and unsnapped the hook of the bra. The cups of padded material fell away from her tits, painting stubby nipples toward the man behind the desk.

His eyes feasted on the bare female tit flesh, then suddenly he shook his head.

"No, I'm sorry," he mumbled into the phone. "I don't need the police right at this minute, so I must have dialed the wrong number."

With a sigh of relief, Sharon watched him put the receiver back into its cradle and turn his eyes back to her naked chest. Once again, blood rushed hotly through her checks and tits. She could almost feel Mr. Hazen pawing her, and it made her scarlet skin itch and crawl.

"Holy shit!" Alex hissed. "You do have a real wild set of tits! Olga told me that you'd have some hot tits if we could ever manage to get you down to the buff!"

Olga? Sharon wondered, then she connected the name to the office manager, Miss Lentz. But why in the world would Miss Lentz have been talking to their boss about his secretary's tits?

"Can I put my bra and blouse back on now?" Sharon asked him, wanting to hide her tits, along with her shame.

His sadistic laughter seemed to fill the room. "You haven't even started being naked yet, you silly cunt!" he yelled at her. "You think one peek at your tits is worth me keeping you out of jail? If you want to hang onto your freedom, reputation, and that damn paycheck of yours, you're going to have to do a whole hell of a lot more than flash your tits around before you've paid your dues!"

Sharon almost panicked when he rose and started around the desk, and she backed into the corner of the office, holding the palm of her hands up to cover her tits. Her stomach tensed and her heart leaped into her throat, but Alex seemed to ignore her as he walked across the room. When he reached the other side, he took a key out and locked the door, then turned back to her as he dropped the key into his pocket.

"Now I want to see your naked ass, bitch!" he snarled at her. "When you're finished, I don't want you to have on a stitch of clothes!"

"No!" Sharon squealed, clutching her tits so tightly that her fingertips made marks in the flesh.

Alex snatched her bra and blouse from the chair where she had dropped them, and carried them over to an open closet. He tossed the garments inside, then slammed the door and turned toward the frightened young woman.

"I told you that you didn't have a fucking choice," he said as he walked back behind his desk and sat down. "If you don't do everything I and Miss Lentz say, we're going to call the newspapers and the police. And right now, I'll kick you out of here with your tits hanging out for all the rest of the secretaries to see, then I'll tell everybody that you were stripping and begging to suck my cock to keep me from calling the cops!"

"Please!" Sharon groaned, but the fiery lust in her boss' eyes told the young secretary that her pleas didn't stand a chance. There was nothing she could do, so she stepped forward in the room and began stripping out of her clothes, until she finally stood naked before Alex Hazen.

He whistled softly. The sexy young bitch's body was even better than he had expected. He felt his long cock grow hard in his trousers as he glared closely at her trembling flesh.

She was neither short nor tall, perhaps five-five, with a sleek body that seemed molded to her bones. Her weight wasn't much more than a hundred pounds, and all of it was packed in long muscles that looked like they were built for speed. Her hair – long, brown tresses – flowed smoothly across her shoulders and draped almost halfway down her back. Her eyes were green and her features were small, giving her an appearance of being younger than she was. A long neck and small shoulders came next, then her creamy flesh flowed down her chest to arch outward into a pair of magnificent tits. Her tits were full and firm, and the tips looked like they were almost reaching upward and outward, as if seeking a mouth to suck them in. The halos of skin around the stubby nipples were only a slightly darker pink than the surrounding skin. Never had Alex seen a better pair of shapely tits, and the lusty sight was beginning to make his mouth water.