“You know what we are?” asked Alexis, taking a drag on her cigarette and leaving red lipstick on the filter. “We’re high class whores. That’s all we are.”

“I don’t think so,” remarked Michelle. She hated these little meetings with the chairman’s wife. Hated this conversation. She wanted to disagree, yet she didn’t very well want to say anything that would offend Alexis.

“Really?” Alexis looked over the tops of her dark sunglasses. Her hair was platinum gray, and perfectly coffed. She swirled a wine glass filled halfway with dark red Merlot. “Where do you work Michelle?”

“I stay at home,” Michelle said. “Michael makes more than enough for us.”

“You stay at home,” Alexis drawled. “Taking care of Michael.”

“It’s not like that,” Michelle said defensively.

“And you keep yourself pretty for him,” Alexis said. “Do you get dressed up in your little thrillies and go down on him?”

Michelle could feel her cheeks warm as the remark struck home. She had yes. Many times. But it wasn’t the way Alexis made it sound. Even the magazines she read suggested it. Besides. “I don’t get paid for sex. I just try to keep it interesting.”

“You don’t have to get defensive,” Alexis said. “I’ve been in your shoes honey. When Harold first made CEO, I was thrilled knowing what sort of lifestyle I would be living. But Honey, I was terrified at the same time. I knew there were strumpets lined up to get at my Harold. God, the things I did to keep him interested. But let me tell you a secret, don’t give it all at once ... you got to dole it out a little at a time.”

Michelle shifted in her seat. The conversation had taken a turn for the uncomfortable and then made a hard left into Getthehellouttahereville. She shared stuff like this with her girlfriends, but this woman was married to her husband’s boss.

Alexis took another drag on her cigarette, letting it escape her mouth and inhaled it back through her nose. “Have you let him have your ass yet?” she asked.

Michelle’s cheeks burned a brighter shade of crimson. Her hand flying to her chest. “No!” she gasped. But forbidden images filled her mind. On her hands and knees. Being taken. It was a turn on, but she had always been afraid after hearing some of her girlfriends talk about it negatively.

“Come Michelle,” Alexis said. “It’s just us girls. Don’t tell me he hasn’t tried. Not even once? I don’t believe it.”

The forbidden images took form into memories. It had happened. Many times. She had always moved away and told Michael he was in the wrong spot. But there were candle lights, he must have been able to see. To feel the difference.

“Maybe not,” Alexis patted the younger woman’s hand. “I keep forgetting Michael is only a vice-president. Sometimes I wish Harold was only a vice-president. Why it was ten years ago that his secretary was trying steal him away from me. Only she didn’t know that I was giving Harold everything he needed ... even my ass. I gave him whatever he wanted ... well, except for one thing. And she couldn’t give it to him by herself either.”

Michelle listened closely. Lately, she had begun to worry about Jacklyn, Michael’s new secretary. The young girl was entirely too attractive for her to be comfortable.

“Well Harold told her he wanted to watch her with me,” Alexis said. “And he told me the same thing. You can imagine my surprise. I had never even thought of another woman in that fashion. You can imagine my predicament. If I said no. His secretary would have been willing to go through it with someone else. Then I would have been out of the picture. And she would have had him all to herself. It was then that I realized what I really was. Just a high-class whore.

I was terrified. But that night I had an epiphany. I told him I would do it, but there was one condition. I was his wife. I wasn’t some mere secretary piece of ass. We weren’t equals. She would do what I said. I was the top banana. It was my way or no way.”

Harold agreed and I thought that would be the end of it. Surely his secretary wouldn’t submit herself to me in such a fashion. But to my surprise, she agreed. The little bitch called my bluff. Well, if that was what she wanted, I was determined to give it to her. Give her enough to say when. So I bought some new clothes. Black leather and high heels. I even went to a sex shop. Honey, you would be surprise what they have. I told a woman there what the deal was and she sold me a bundle of stuff. All kinds of goodies - paddles and crops and dildos. As I drove home. I have to admit it, the thought of using this stuff - of using it on another woman. God, I was creaming my panties.”

Michelle couldn’t believe this admission. This old woman was a pervert. Wait until she told Michael.

“So, that night, I got all dressed up. Black high heels. Garters. Stockings. A leather corset. I had a few glasses of wine, then I lit a cigarette. Harold come over later with his pretty little secretary. She was a pretty little thing. Blonde. Big boobs. Nice ass. She tossed her pretty hair and tried to kiss me.

I could tell she was used to getting her way. I pinched her luscious lips between my fingers and told her I wasn’t interested in her like that. Told her she wasn’t my equal. Just a secretary slut. I blew smoke in her face. I could tell she didn’t like it, but she didn’t say anything. Then, I told her I was going to use her the way she was meant to be used. Like a little whore. She seemed to like that part, I could tell by the way her cheeks colored and her nostrils dilated. Then I ordered her out of her little thrillies. Made her put on a little whore dress instead. Oh and four inch pumps. Watched as she began to tremble. Then I gave her the collar. It was the collar that did it. She wouldn’t put it on. I even spanked her ass. Put her over my knee like a little child and blistered that perfect ass. I demanded that she put the collar on, but she wouldn’t - not even to stop the spanking. Said she couldn’t do it and ran out.

So disappointing. Harold never gave me another secretary. Honey, I think most of the things men fantasize about women doing, they are really deep down afraid the women might actually come to enjoy it. And I can see why ... late at night, I often think about that night. Think about that pretty girl. Wonder what could have happened.”

Alexis eyes clouded as she reveled in her fantasy. Michelle was desperately thinking of an excuse to give the older woman so she could leave. This was bad. Real bad. She had learned too much. There could be repercussions. Alexis would certainly not want this revealed ... to anyone. Not unless she were seeking a divorce and just didn’t care anymore.

“You are probably wondering why I’m telling you all this?” Alexis asked.

“Not really.” Michelle lied. “I suspect you are just putting me on.”

“I’m not putting you on Honey,” Alexis said, taking another drag and exhaling in Michelle’s direction. “You’ve heard there is some downsizing going on?”

“Yes.” Michelle began to grow very afraid. Michael had been very worried lately about his job security. But this could help. Maybe she could use Alexis’s admission to help Michael keep his job.

“I heard Harold say they were going to let Michael go.” Alexis said, dashing the young woman’s hopes.