Young Sex Stories series # 6
(Teenage Sexy Secretary)
Tom Day
Published by epublisher at Smashwords
Copyright 2010 Tom Day
Warning: Adults Only!
This e-book has Explicit Sexual Content.
This is a work of fiction. All characters and events described are not real; and any resemblances to real person(s) and event(s) are completely coincidental. All sexual depictions involve mutually consenting adults.
Young Sex Stories series # 6
Teenage Sexy Secretary
She’s one of those skinny librarian type chicks, she’s five foot seven inches, all serious face with a perfect body throwing ass around in her all tight business skirt looking like its been ironed out three times by twelve noon.
She’s nineteen years-old, ambitious with big dreams and already planning her climb-up in the corporate world. She seems to be in a stage where she’s emulating other women she views as successful and who have made it. She’s already starting to practice her big girl menopause voice: one of those voices sounding like her nose is plugged up with that as a matter of fact tone disguising her unearned authority with premature displays of unwavering confidence in monotone delivery, and as if she’s seen the history of humankind unfold before her mascara caked-on eyeshadow blinking out unending disappointment and pretending she’s never really surprised at anything; or otherwise known as self-inflicted loneliness.
It’s unfortunate how she took lessons in manners from those thirty and forty something year-old women working in office jobs since women’s liberation; learning those wise lessons from women that started as a Pencils Sharpener Technician and all the way up to the Human Resources Director.
If you where able to sneak-a-peak to this type of estrogen sponsored work place politics, you would see all the men in our office poking their heads around corners and out of office cabinets covertly witnessing those women coaching her: plotting her spiritual transformation from a could-have been good company to a city weed poking through the cracks of broken culture and involved in consuming large quantities of diet soda, along with too many nights out participating in those two for one cocktails slash happy hour fist bumping celebrations to their successful attempts at credit assassinating little Heather, a fellow co-worker: who works hard, often eating her lunch alone in the employees lounge pealing her orange slowly while making grand attempts to avoid work place vulgarity.
Fortunately for humankind, this teenage secretary is too young to drink and unable to join the How to Sabotage with a Smile club, and therefore hasn't been bamboozled to be cruel toward little Heather, because she hasn’t yet transcended to nastyhood: having yet to learn many wicked lessons from those thirty plus year-old women and their too many girls nights out contributing to their chronic fatigue and triple bouts of urinary track infections ensuring they come to work exhausted and frustrated when rolling their eyes more frequent than a tic.
Back to the sexy secretary: her nose kind of pointy in the most sassy high-brow way… Everyone with an employee badge, every one of us working here, every co-worker, boss, etc is doing very very well. Even the janitor outside scraping the gum of the asphalted is making at least seventy Gs a year.
Her pointy little nose and long slender neck belongs in my constant line of vision. While contemplating the significance of this thought, I decided nothing is more delightful than the opportunity to restore order in the universe by bringing someone like her in my reality, away from those negative women scratching each others eyes out.
I wanted to show her a reality outside her little pond, the differences between a corporate cult follower and the entrepreneur pimping ideas… and of course the reality into my bed.
My daughter, just a couple of years older than my teenage secretary is already running a section of a media company specializing in fashion. And yes I did have a hand in placing her in a position disproportionate to her experience level, but despite this, it is a perfect match with her skill set and clarity of purpose. You see… I made a vow to myself a long time ago, that no one close to me will become a victim of an ethical dilemma, but rather will be the one who decides how to solve the dilemma. It is in this way, people who I care about are placed in positions as the pimp rather than being pimped. All this, as the world runs to fashion begging to become enslaved by it, lacking the self-restraint to not purchase what they can’t afford all in the name of decorating their sloth… as my daughter advertises the next year's handbag.
When I say bringing my teenage secretary back to reality, I mean this in the most humanitarian type of way, yet never deviating from the standards of game theory. As the perks do involve cracking that little secretary’s pussy open, he world is indeed a better place after one of my encounters; just as I’m always better off regardless.