ENSLAVED SECRETARY PART 1
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“I don’t see that you have much choice, Miss
James,” Alex 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 stern
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. Alex,” 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. Alex 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 Amanna
says she gave you the locked box with two-
hundred thousand naira 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. Alex’s smile was caustic. “Then what about
the two-hundred thousand naira we found stuck
in the middle compartment of your bag?”
“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 the
polytechnic, was growing more and more
frightened and confused, and she didn’t know
what to do.
“That may be,” Alex 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 Amanna. 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 a while, 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. Alex than her.
“What do you want, Mr. Alex?” 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 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 Alex 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
Unclad before they 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 Tips 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 Unclad chest. Once again,
blood rushed hotly through her checks and tits.
She could almost feel Mr. Alex pawing her, and
it made her skin itch and crawl.
“Holy Sh*t!” Alex hissed. “You do have a real
wild set of tits! Chika told me that you’d have
some hot tits if we could ever manage to get
you down to show them to us!”

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