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Making The Secretary My Slut
(Traci Wilde)

I watch her, sitting there at the front desk, that sweater clinging to her body, her long, dirty blonde hair cascading down over her shoulders. Most days she wears it in a ponytail ??" a cute, darling little ponytail I just want to grab and use to yank her head back, use like a leash, controlling her ??" but today she has her hair down.

She is gloriously beautiful with that hair down, framing that clear, light-complexion, her blue yes, that bright smile.

I glance at the clock ??" it's ten minutes til five, on Friday. If she were anyone else, with a body like that, I know she'd have a big weekend planned. But not Shannon. Not my sweet, sultry, Shannon. She's wasting that sexy, tight little body of hers on a hubby who's sick. He's home-bound, recovering from some sort of climbing accident. 

I glance at the computer, her personnel file displayed on my screen, my interview notes from when I hired her. Yep, she and hubby are big-time into rappelling and rock climbing. Not those pansy wall climbing toys people use at malls and fairs, the ones with the foot and hand holds evenly spaced, everyone wearing a nice safety harness. No, Shannon and her man are the real deal, climbing bare rock walls and mountains on their weekends and vacations.

Well, they did, until he fell. 

I flip through the notes from our interview with her, from the medical insurance forms she filled out. He, it seems, had a big fall with multiple injuries, about a year ago. Nearly died, though he's expected to eventually make a full recovery.

That's why she was so happy we hired her ??" she actually cried when I gave her the news. She'd been out of work for a while, taking care of him, and no one would hire her now that she needed every Tuesday and Thursday off to work with his physical therapy, and absolutely no one wanted to take someone like that onto their insurance plan.

I told her we'd be glad to work with her ??" she came with impeccable references, a real go-getter in her sales job before having to quit to take care of her hubby. 

"Oh, Mr. Greene, I'll...I..." she broke down, crying right then, unable to even finish her sentence. I watch the video ??" yes, I videoed our interview, and later, the meeting we had when I called her back into the office, offered her the job. 

"I'm so sorry, I..." she stopped, bowed her head, then stood. "Pardon me, please," she said before walking from my office, taking a minute to compose herself, before coming back in. 

"I accept," she said, smiling, eyes glistening. "Oh, Mr. Greene, I accept. I can't believe...thank you, thank you."

I smiled, nodded. I should have stood at that point, offered my hand, but the truth was I was as large and stiff as a two-by-four at that moment ??" I've always had a thing for beautiful women crying. I just want to reach out, take them in my arms, kiss them, stripe them naked, pound them until they scream.

But I didn't that day. I smiled, made some banal little statements about always doing the right thing for the right people, eventually got myself under control enough to stand, to have her fill out all the paperwork.

"Mr. Greene, if there's anything you need done here, please let me know. I'll do anything for you," she said in that moment.

I sit at my desk, the video finished. I glance up, through my door, see Shannon at her desk, looking over papers, making notes, growing so hard and big I'm about to burst through my pants. 

"Shannon?" I call...