You've heard that before, haven't you? Take a letter? Bosses say that to their secretaries all the time, right?

Right. Mine says it too, but he's also just as likely to tell me to get down on my knees in front of that impressive desk, on that expensive carpet, and suck him - or one of his clients - dry. I'd better not lose a drop, either. He may offer me as the prize that clinches those big deals he's so good at. Call me his secret weapon, who sometimes has to sweeten the negotiations.

So, I do. When I say I'm his "personal" secretary, I mean it. Very personal. So personal he fucks my ass sometimes while I take dictation. Or would that be dick-tation? Something about an office just seems to make me horny. Here I am, dressed up all business-like, heels and hose, sitting there behind my desk, looking busy. Sometimes when one of my boss' clients is there, sneaking looks at me, I flash him, let him see that there aren't any panties under that tight black skirt. My boss counts on me to close the deal, whatever it takes. That's why he pays me the salary he pays me. It's not because I type 85 words per minute, either.