Chapter 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: okay, 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.