Weekends in the office are about to get a whole lot more interesting...
Transcript: No one else was supposed to be in the office—even the custodian had the day off— just me as a finished up some work dressed as my feminine alter ego. I thought it’d be fun to mix a little work and play. Dressed in a chic blouse, black skirt, sleek hose, and heels, I would’ve fit right in with the secretarial pool. I even took the opportunity to sit at my own secretary’s desk for awhile, pretending what it’d be like to be her: answering calls, taking messages…teasing the boys.
Marcus wasn’t supposed to be around, but there he was poking around in my office when I returned from the copy room. The little fucker was going through my files, looking at my notes and stealing my ideas! We’d always been fierce rivals, but I never imagined that he'd resort to cheating. In my shock, I must’ve gasped, causing him to suddenly take notice of the glamorous brunette standing agape in the doorway. I covered my mouth and said nothing else, hoping he wouldn’t recognize me.
His next words shattered my world: “These are some interesting concepts you have. You won’t mind if I ‘borrow’ them will you? Our big meeting with Mr. Cranston is in two days and I haven’t the slightest idea what I plan to say, but perhaps these will help.”
My blood froze. He knew who I was. I said nothing as I watched him take take my files.
“Do you want to keep your job?” Marcus asked, his voice surprisingly casual.
“Yes,” I replied meekly, still using my fem voice, which sounded squeakier than usual.
“Yes, sir,” Marcus corrected, his tone authoritarian. “Good, then you know what to do.”
I did indeed. Slowly, I sank to my knees and opened my mouth.
“There’s a good girl. Hope you don’t usually have weekend plans. You and I are going to be working a lot of overtime together from now on, a lot of overtime…”