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THE BOSS by Suzi (Johnson) Thomas There was only one word to describe my boss - BITCH - but that word said it all. There was nothing that I could do that seemed to please her, and from the experiences of the past three months, since she had been hired, it was clear that the reason had nothing to do with my performance, and everything to do with my sex. She showed outright favoritism toward the women who worked in the in-house advertising department, and never missed a chance to berate and criticize the men. We guys often talked about this when we went out for a couple of beers after work, but none of the others seemed to have any idea about what could be done to change the situation. We suspected that she was a lesbian, but had no proof. She was a good-looking woman, but that didn't mean much, one way or the other. I was a lot luckier than the others were, because I really didn't need my job, having inherited a substantial amount of money from my parents, but, dammit, it really pissed me off that we could all be treated like this. I knew that I did good work, probably the best in the department. But I seemed to be her major target, though, and as hard as I tried, I could never get anything favorable out of her. I suspected that if she could fire me, she would. It had to be hatred of men in general, since I am hardly what you would call a macho man, or a male chauvinist. I'm slightly below average height at 5'8" and basically a slim build. That helps me with my hobby, and I've often wished that I could combine my avocation, cross-dressing, with my vocation. I sat at home one night, in one of my favorite peignoir outfits, and thought about how Helen, my boss, would act if I showed up as a girl one day. Although I've occasionally gone out "dressed" and am pretty passable, I suspected that Helen would come down on me even harder if I ever tried it. But it was still nice to fantasize about it, and how I might have the opportunity to turn the tables on her if I did it. I'd been cross-dressing for many years, having first started when I was a teenager, when I found myself attracted more by the lingerie women wore in magazines than by the women themselves. This led me to experiment with wearing my mother's and older sister's things, and I discovered how much that turned me on. Shortly after I graduated from college, my parents and sister were killed in a terrible auto wreck, leaving me plenty of money, and the family house, and, of course, both Mom's and my sister's clothes. For the next year and a half, I've lived alone, and although I'm interested in women, and date fairly often, I've never met Ms. Right, the one person I could share my hobby with. Except for my hobby, I'm a normal heterosexual, and enjoy making love whenever the opportunity arises - preferably without getting my partner fully undressed, I might add. I was just sitting there sipping a cocktail and going through the day's mail, when the idea struck me, as a result of three things that had come in the mail. The first two were copies of the alumni magazine from my sister's and my college. I had never written to tell them she had passed away, so as far as the school was concerned, she was still alive and well. The third piece of mail was a renewal form for my sister's driver's license. The germ of an idea began to grow in my head, and I let it kick around in there for a while. My sister and I had different last names, as a result of Mom's divorce shortly after my sister, Suzanne, was born. After she remarried, she had never gone through the legal process to have Suzanne's name changed, although her new husband, my dad, had adopted her. As I thought more and more about it, the idea seemed to get more possible: since Helen would probably get around to firing me, as soon as she could find a reasonably plausible to do so, and hire a woman to replace me, why couldn't I engineer the process to be my own replacement? Suzanne had taken five years to graduate from college, while I had accelerated because I had taken advantage of college-level courses in high school. There was, therefore, only one year difference in our graduation dates. The death of her parents, and some time off for travel, could easily explain the lack of job experience on the new Suzanne's resume, and the experience I had really had would make me a viable candidate during the interview process. The major problems I would have to overcome to pull this off would be the more legalistic things, like identification and reference checks. Over the next couple of days, I thought to myself, I would see if there were solutions to the reference question, because I was pretty confident that by renewing the driver's license, I could get by the identification issue. The next night, I studied a picture of Suzanne that had been taken when she had graduated and practiced putting on makeup that resembled what she usually wore. She was the natural-look type, though, and wore very little in the way of cosmetics. I decided that I wouldn't be able to get away with that, in spite of the general family resemblance we shared. So, I experimented some more, and found that the resemblance was strongest when I applied a career-woman look, which shouldn't arouse any suspicions, since it was somewhere between natural and an evening look. I still could see the family face, though, and would have to do some work so that Helen wouldn't notice it. I thought that the right wig would hide enough of my face to make the similarity much less obvious. I only had two wigs, a short curly one which showed off my whole face, and a long blonde one, which was not my, or Suzanne's natural color. But, I thought, the blonde one would do more in the way of disguise, and people at DMV should accept the change in hair color, from a woman, without making an issue of it. I called in early the next morning, and told Helen that I would be delayed because I had to renew my license, and had to suffer through a lecture on dedication, work-ethic, etc. before she grudgingly said to be in as soon as possible. I sat there wearing only a pair of lacy pink panties while I listened to her, and I found my cock getting hard, just thinking about the revenge I would extract from her soon. I love to put on my makeup dressed in panties and bra, so I took out a matching pink bra, and the silicone-gel breast-forms that filled out my bras so nicely. I slipped the straps over my arms and hooked the bra closed, then placed the forms inside the cups. Thankfully, I don't have much in the way of body hair, and I had shaved all over when I showered earlier. The smooth skin of my chest was pale, even compared to the pink bra, and I felt, and looked really natural. I applied a foundation cream to my face, lightly blending it down into the neck area, then dusted on face powder. A little blush on my cheeks gave me a hollow cheek effect which would be emphasized by the long wig. I spent a lot of time on my eyes, putting on mascara and eyeshadow, using eyeliner on the top lid, then gluing on false lashes over my own. They were not very full lashes, like you might wear for evening, but rather consisted of different length hairs that merged in with my own lashes. Examining the results closely, I saw that they appeared to be my own natural lashes, exactly the effect I wanted. A nice, deep red lipstick completed the makeup, and I applied daytime length false nails, done in the same color to my fingers. I arranged the wig on my head, and saw that the below the shoulder length did hide much of the shape of my cheeks. The impression I wanted to convey, because of the difference between my sister's license picture and how I would look today, was that of a young woman, establishing a career, without abandoning her femininity. For an outfit, I chose a navy blue business suit, with a white blouse, one of my sister's outfits. She had been almost the same height as me, and fortunately, skirts had gotten a bit shorter, so it would look both good, and in style. I buttoned the silk blouse all the way up, and saw that there was just the barest hint of color showing through from the bra. It wasn't so much that a woman would think it tacky, but a guy would focus on it, I knew. I loved the feeling of a silk blouse caressing my body, almost as much as I loved lingerie, but I got myself moving so I could get to DMV when it opened. I stepped into a blue nylon half slip, after putting on pantyhose, then donned the skirt and jacket. The skirt was tailored from the waist to the hip, then flared out in small pleats below. I stepped into a pair of medium heeled blue pumps, and picking up my purse I was ready to go. I gave myself one last check in the mirror, and thought that this would go over well. I drove over to DMV, parked in the lot, and joined the crowd waiting for them to open. I had wanted to arrive in the first rush of people, because I figured that the clerks would be at their least alert then, but I needn't have worried. When my turn came, the clerk barely glanced at the form, took my money and directed me to get my picture taken. I was handed a temporary license, and was told that the permanent one would come in the mail in about a week. It was as easy as that. I wasn't nearly as worried driving away as I was going there, because now I had a license with a woman's name on it. That had always bothered me when I dressed and went out, because I only had my male license. Even if I didn't succeed with my entire plan, this was a tremendous step forward. It had taken a surprisingly short time to get the license, so I would be able to get to work almost on time. I hurried home, and took all my femme things off, then changed my mind and put the panties back on. I didn't usually wear anything feminine under my male clothes, because, even though I had gotten beyond the stage of being immediately aroused just from wearing women's clothes, it still happened occasionally. But I wanted to begin to get into the mood of what was to come, and, well, to be honest, I really preferred how they felt compared to my usual jockey shorts! I used makeup remover to scrub off my face, and took off the nails and lashes. Putting my male suit on, I sighed a little, as I did most every morning. When I got to work, Helen was at her bitchiest, even though I was barely a half hour late, and I spent most of the day planning and thinking about the details of my plan. The reference question was still the major stumbling block. I guessed I could use one of Suzanne's teachers as a reference - I remembered one older woman that both Suzanne and I had both had for a class who was a little hard of hearing. But a second one would be a problem. Unless ... The timing would have to be just right, but if I could get a second phone line installed at home, after I was fired, I could act as my own reference. I didn't know if personnel would call, or Helen herself, but even if she called, by disguising my voice, I thought I could get away with it. If I changed my first number as well, I would have two numbers to work with. I called the phone company, and they said it would be 2-3 weeks before they could do the new installation, and only a few days for the number change, fitting perfectly into the timing I was planning. The way things were in the office, I figured I had maybe a month or two before Helen would fire me, sooner if I helped matters along. Well, the next three weeks flew by, and the license and phone line arrived on schedule. Once I had those arranged, I was ready to go. Helen had kept it up at work, bitchier than ever, and I figured that she was trying to make my life so miserable that I'd quit. But that would be my last resort, since I wanted to get a severance package that I'd be entitled to if I got fired. Then the perfect opportunity arose. I hadn't taken a sick day since I had started, and there was a project that had to be completed the next day. I called in sick, saying I had the flu, knowing full well that it would reflect badly on Helen if the project was late, and that no one else knew anything about it. "Sorry, Helen," I said, "but there's just no way I can make it in today." She was practically screaming at me that I was irresponsible, that I had to come in, that I was worthless. She continued on like that, and I had to hold the phone away from my ear, she was so loud. "Helen, what can I do, I can't help it if I got a bug." She yelled, "no one else knows how to finish it!" I had had enough by this time, so I said, "well, you're my supervisor, you should know how to do it." This drove her right to the edge, and over it. "You miserable son-of-a-bitch," she said, "don't you dare tell me what I should be doing - you're fired!" Perfect - I had taped the phone call, in case she wanted to give me a hard time later, but she had just fired me for being sick once. Company policy allowed employees up to eight sick days, so if I wanted to fight it, I had her in a violation of policy. "If that's the way you feel, Helen, fine with me. When I feel better, I'll come in and get my final pay and severance package. I know you've been on my case for no reason since you got there, and I'll enjoy the six month's pay." "You'll get no severance package," she started to say, but then she realized what she had done. "Fine, just go to personnel," she said finally, "I never want to see your miserable face again!" I hung up the phone, and smiled. She had fallen right into the trap I had laid, and now I could put the rest of the plan in motion. A few days later, I went into work, picked up my money, and met the guys for lunch. "My treat, guys," I told them, "since I just got out of jail." They busted my chops a little for getting canned, but I knew that they were really jealous of me. They told me that Helen had gotten into trouble when the project was late, and because she had made several mistakes when she had finished it herself. "Gee, that's a real shame," I said, "I really feel so sorry for the bitch!" They told me that Helen had announced that she was going to get a replacement right away, and that they were putting an ad in the paper. I said 'so long' to the guys, and went home, waiting for the next step. The next day, I got the paper and saw the ad, and I put my resume and a cover letter in the mail immediately. I had the academic credentials, or rather, Suzanne did, and I hinted in the letter that I knew more about the job than a typical college grad would, "since many of the projects I had worked on in school had a marketing/advertising slant." Two days later, I got a call from personnel, on the changed number, asking me if I would like to come in for an interview. I made an appointment for the next day. I took an extra-long bubble bath that night, and used a hair remover on my legs, arms and underarms. I wanted to look my best the next day, and I got to bed nice and early. I wore a beautiful satin nightgown, which slid so wonderfully over my body, so that when I woke up, I'd be in a great mood for the day. I woke up early, anxious to get started, and I gave my face a very close shave, eliminating any trace of my not that heavy beard. I knew that the corporate image would be most appropriate for interviewing with personnel, so I had decided on the same blouse and suit combination I had worn to the DMV. But this time, I selected white undies, not wanting anything to show beneath the blouse. I pulled white satin panties over my smooth legs, and nestled my cock back inside them. I selected an underwire, natural cup bra, not wanting to look overly sexy, and put it on, slipping the breast-forms inside the cups. At the dressing table, I tweezed some extra hairs from my eyebrows, and applied my makeup. As I did, I could feel my cock stirring from the excitement of the moment, and from the smooth panties that encased it. When my makeup was done, and I put on my wig, I found that I had a full hardon. I sat there, looking at the woman reflected in the mirror, and slowly stroked my erection. I kept thinking about my revenge on Helen, and I got more and more excited, closing my eyes, and coming with a satisfying rush. My body slumped down a little, and I felt the weight of my breasts against my chest. I sat for a few moments like that, contemplating my plan. Finally, I got myself moving again, checked my makeup, and put on the blouse and suit. I brushed the long blonde wig, making sure, by doing some mental arithmetic, that my I.Q. hadn't dropped with the change of hair color. I picked up my purse, and set off to the office. I got there a few minutes early, and sat in the reception area. The girl at the desk knew the old me, and I wondered if I would be found out. My confidence was drained away when she asked me if we had met before, but when I told her I didn't think so, she just said that I must have reminded her of someone. We chatted for a while, until the interviewer was ready to see me. She whispered, "Good luck!" to me as I went in, and my confidence was restored. The interview itself was pretty standard, but I really made a good impression by how much I knew about the company. "I can tell that you've done your homework," the woman said, and I admitted that I had studied as much as I could find out before the interview. "Remarkable, though, that you could have done so much research in just the few days since the ad appeared, though," she said, and for a moment, my heart sank. Did she suspect something? "I really started the minute I saw the ad," I said, "and I've spent most of the last few days in the library," hoping that would cover me. "Well, I am impressed by your diligence," she said, "and I would like to schedule you to see the department head as soon as possible - would today be OK with you." I hadn't planned on seeing Helen so soon, but I didn't want to screw things up by refusing. "Sure," I said, not really meaning it, but I got lucky when Helen's secretary said that she was tied up for the rest of the day. We scheduled an appointment for the next morning, and thanking her, I said "Good-bye," and left the office. I knew that I was fortunate to be applying for a lower level job, and having passed muster with personnel, only having to interview with Helen, before the job was mine. I left the office on a cloud, the first hurdle overcome, and I was practically skipping as I walked to my car. A voice from out of nowhere brought me back to reality quickly, however, "You must have had some good news, Miss," it said, and I turned toward the person who had said it - a cop. "Y-yes, I just had a good interview, thanks, and I'm hoping to land a job soon." He was a typical old-fashioned kind of cop, and he gallantly said, "Well, you're as pretty as a picture, if you don't mind me saying so, and I wish you good luck!" I thanked him, and felt good for another reason. Cops were used to scrutinizing people, as were personnel people, and I had passed with him as well. My confidence was higher than ever as I thanked him, and drove off. I spent the rest of the day debating what I was going to wear to meet with Helen tomorrow. I wished that I knew for sure whether she was a lesbian or not, because that might give me a clue. Should I wear another business-like suit, or a little sexier dress, still appropriate for business, but which would show off my figure a little more? I tried on just about everything in Suzanne's closet, before deciding on an dark-emerald green knit dress, that fit just right. I repeated last night's bubble bath, and tried to get to sleep early, but I found myself wide awake at almost 1 AM. "This is ridiculous," I said to myself, "I've got to get some sleep, or I'll blow it tomorrow." I was hard as a rock in my black panties and nightgown, excited about meeting Helen on quite different terms. I decided that I would never get to sleep unless I calmed myself down, and what better way to do that than with some great sex? I slipped out of the clothes I was wearing, and put on my absolute favorite outfit. First, I used glue to fasten the breast-forms onto my chest. I had planned to do that in the morning, so I could go braless under the knit dress. The forms molded right to me, and gave me the sensation of having real titties. They were flesh colored, and unless someone looked closely, the seam where they were attached was invisible. I moved them around a little, feeling the weight and the natural movement of the silicone. I put on a Victorian corset, lacing it up tightly from my hips to just under the breasts. It gave me a great hourglass shape, to extreme for everyday, but perfect for now. Suzanne had gotten this as part of a Halloween costume, and I just loved to wear it. I attached sheer seamed stockings to the garters that hung from the corset, and stepped into a pair of 5" heels that I had ordered by mail. I put on a pair of old satin panties that had stretched out a bit, and which I knew would rub freely all along my erect cock. I put on the Victorian gown that completed Suzanne's costume, and saw how nicely it pushed up my breasts above the low cut neckline. I put the short wig on, not wanting to mess up the blonde one I'd be wearing tomorrow, and just put lipstick on instead of the full makeup I usually wore with this outfit. I was much too excited by the tight corset, and the swishing of the petticoat that was sewn inside the dress to spend time on makeup! I walked around all over the house, the satin panties rubbing me with every step, knowing that in just a little while, their touch alone would bring me off in a monstrous climax. I was climbing back upstairs when it hit me like lightning, and I shot spurt after spurt into the panties. I grabbed the banister to hold myself up, and while I caught my breath, I could feel the cum, dripping down from my panties onto my bare thigh tops. I managed to get back upstairs in a few minutes, and I felt so good that I didn't even bother to loosen my corset before I fell asleep, fully dressed. I was a bit sorry for that when I woke up the next morning, as the corset was still tight around my body, and my back was a little stiff from the position I had slept in all night. That wasn't the only thing that was stiff, I had another erection. I took off the gown and panties, and lay there on the bed with the corset, stockings and heels on. I rubbed the giant erection slowly, watching it between my out thrust breasts. Whatever else might happen today, this was certainly a good way to start it off. My cum shot in a giant spurt over the corset and the silicone breasts, and I felt primed and ready to go. I planned my outfit while I cleaned myself off. I had already decided on the dress, and underneath I wanted to wear just a camisole and panties. The breasts would show off well, but not as much as if I wore nothing on top at all. I didn't like camisoles all that much, preferring the wonderful feel of bra straps around my body, but when I put the lacy garment on, I had to admit I loved the effect. The camisole wouldn't show up under the knit dress, as a bra would, and would serve to cover the nipples on the breast-forms. I put on a very thin, sheer pair of panties for a similar reason - I didn't want a VPL - visible panty line. A pair of sheer pantyhose completed my undergarments, and I slipped into the green knit dress. It clung in all the right places, not so tightly that it looked slutty or obvious, but close enough that it hinted that the body beneath it was clearly feminine. The matching pumps were next, and they were a little tight, but the three-inch heels showed off my legs to good advantage. I saw that it was getting close to the time I needed to leave, so I quickly, but very carefully put on my makeup, a little more than the day before, brushed the wig, and checked around to make sure I had everything I needed. I got to the office exactly on time, and no one gave me a suspicious glance - although, as the guys came in they definitely gave me more than a passing look! I wanted to say, "Surprise," but I restrained myself. I was shown into Helen's office, and I was pretty sure that I saw the same kind of look from her. She was extremely nice to me, and I had difficulty adjusting to that, after the way she had always treated the male "me". Her questions were very easy, of course, since I knew more about what went on in the department than she did, but I made sure that my answers made sense in light of my "inexperience". Things that I knew from having done them were explained as projects I had worked on, or my theory of how things should probably be done. About half an hour into the interview, I was positive that my suspicion that Helen was a lesbian was correct. Her eyes wandered from breast to leg, and back again, lingering much longer than necessary. I found that she was so focused on my body, that she rarely looked me in the eye. She suggested that we move over to the couch and chair on the other side of the office, "to be more comfortable", and away from the formal behind the desk and in the side chair positions we had been in. I sat down on the couch, expecting her to sit in the chair, but she also sat on the couch, not touching me, but not far away, either. "I think you'd make a real asset to our department, Suzanne," she said, "but the one question I really need to have answered is whether you are a loyal team player." Her hand moved to my knee, and rested there lightly. It could have been a friendly gesture, or it could have been more, much more. I thought quickly, covering with a "please, call me Suzi, I really prefer that," to which she responded, "and you, of course, please call me Helen, Suzi." I decided to go for it, and I moved my hand to hers, my nails gently brushing the back of her hand, before putting it on top of hers. "Ms. ...I mean, Helen, I've always been loyal to my friends, and I think that even though you would be my superior, that we could be friends as well." I looked directly into her eyes, and waited for her response. She gave my knee a little squeeze, then turned her hand over, so it was holding mine, saying, "I have that same feeling, Suzi, I really do." We stayed like that for a long moment, then she said, "what I'd like to do, Suzi, is talk to personnel and my boss about what we could offer you, and then discuss it with you later today - perhaps over dinner?" "That sounds wonderful, Helen, does that mean that you definitely want me," I paused for a split second, "to come to work for you?" "Oh, yes, there's no doubt that I ... we'd like to have you on board, its just a question of how good an offer we can make you." Success!!! We quickly concluded our conversation, and agreed to meet at 6:00 in the dining room of a fancy hotel that was nearby. This was better than I could possibly have hoped for, and my plan was being amended even as we said goodbye. She showed me out, and I was on a cloud. Not only was I going to get the job, but I suspected a lot more as well. After I left the office, I stopped by the hotel, and reserved a room for the night. If what I thought was right, that she had picked the hotel dining room with the idea of possibly heading upstairs later, I wanted to be prepared. She had shown me a vulnerable side during the interview, and I wanted to exploit it for all it was worth. I made several more stops before I headed home, picking up things I thought I'd find useful later. I thought for a while about whether or not I should change my outfit, since I'd been so attractive to Helen in the green knit, but I decided that a little overkill couldn't possibly hurt. I decided on going all out, and chose a black cocktail dress that had been my Mom's - it was definitely sexy, a black velvet bodice, with a low cut neckline, with a gauzy black chiffon top that gave an air of apparent modesty, covering from the bust to the neck, and extending down with long sleeves. The satin skirt was short and flared, and I knew it would show off my legs nicely. I stripped off everything I'd been wearing, and put on a pair of lacy black briefs that would hold my cock back firmly, and a strapless black bustier that pushed up my breast-forms. I then put on a black waist cincher that molded me into more of an hourglass figure, and attached sheer black seamed nylons to the garters that hung down from the cincher, threading them through the briefs for easy access. The dress slipped wonderfully over my body, and I marveled at how much I still enjoyed wearing these lovely things. I checked to make sure that the gauzy top hid the slight line where my breast-forms were attached to my chest, and saw that it did indeed. Through the chiffon, they clearly appeared as natural as could be. Black patent pumps with a three inch heel completed my outfit, and after a quick makeup fix, I was ready to go. I got back to the hotel about an hour before dinner and checked in. The room was perfect - a sliding door closet faced the bed diagonally, and the couch that was beyond the bed. Opening one side just a little, I positioned the video camera I had purchased on the shelf, where it would pick up all the action. I put a number of items I had bought in an adult "novelty" store in the drawer of the night table, checked to make sure that everything was set, and relaxed until it was time for dinner. I went downstairs about five minutes early, and was ushered to the table that Helen had reserved. The maitre de was properly attentive, as were the waiter and busboy, who kept refilling my water glass every time I took even the tiniest sip. I declined a drink, saying I would wait until Helen arrived. She finally did, about twenty minutes late, in a great rush. "Sorry, I'm late," she started, and then she noticed what I was wearing. "I hope you don't mind that I changed - I might be a little overdressed, but after we talked this morning, I just really felt like getting all dolled up and celebrating tonight," I said. Her eyes were riveted on my neckline, and for a second, while she stared silently, I was afraid that she might have noticed something amiss. But then she said, "N...no, Suzi, you look just ...scrumptious, that dress is gorgeous on you." She looked me right in the eye, and teased, "you look good enough to eat, practically." We both laughed, as if her hidden meaning had gone unnoticed. She ordered a double martini, apologizing, "its really been a hell of a day - nothing seemed to go right, except meeting you, of course!" I ordered a white wine, and when the drinks arrived, we clinked our glasses together in a toast. She took a gulp of her drink that half-emptied her glass, and then got right down to business. "Let's get the formalities over with right away, Suzi," she said, "so that we can enjoy the rest of the night, OK?" "Sure, Helen, I've been waiting on pins and needles all day," I said, thinking to myself that I'd been waiting a lot longer than that for this moment. "Suzi, personnel approved a salary of $35,000 and a ten percent signon bonus, would that be acceptable?" Acceptable, I thought, that was $5,000 more than I'd been making - you, bitch, how sexist can one person be? "Why, Helen, of course it is, I mean, to tell you the truth, I really didn't expect so much, thank you very much." "Well, I guess it is a little high, but I felt so ... close to you when we talked, that I wanted to make sure you'd accept it." She drained the rest of her glass after we toasted our agreement, and immediately ordered another. We sat quietly for a couple of minutes, and I continued to sip my first glass of wine while she made steady inroads into her second double martini. Then she said, in a sort of quiet voice, "Suzi, I have to tell you how glad I am that you'll be working with me. I feel that I will be able to depend on you, and really confide in you. You see ... I have a reputation as being a, well, the only word to describe it is, bitch, in the office. I've always felt that to make it in a male dominated business world, a woman had to be as tough, or tougher than any guy. So that's the way I've always acted. That's why I really want you working with me, as a friend who understands me. I can't change my stripes at work, but I feel you're strong enough to give me an escape hatch to the real, vulnerable me. I really want to be your ... friend." Gotcha, bitch! As I said, I almost felt sorry for her, but she had chosen to be this way, and make everyone's life miserable. Now she was going to get a lesson she'd never forget. "I want to be your friend, Helen, I really do. You need someone strong to, well, allow the softer side of you to emerge." "Suzi, we both know that I find you attractive, and I ... " She stopped, and I said, "Helen, I find you very attractive, too, and I wore this outfit because I wanted you to like me, too." We ordered dinner, and as we were eating our appetizers, she said, "You know, Suzi, I wish I had an all female department, I hate having to deal with the men. I had to fire one totally incompetent jerk recently, the guy you're replacing. He was so smug, because he knew a lot about what was going on, I just couldn't stand him." "But Helen, if he knew his job, what was the problem?" I responded, seething inside at her characterization of the male me. "He just made me feel inferior, and I couldn't put up with that in the work environment." "How about outside the work environment?" I asked, "could you put up with that?" She took a minute before answering, then looked directly at me, "Yes, Suzi, with the right person I could, and ... I think you could be the right person." She was basically putting herself totally under my control. I got the feeling that she really wanted to be dominated in her personal life, to compensate for the role she had to play at work. "What do you plan to do with the rest of the guys in the office, Helen, are you going to get rid of them as well?" "Not immediately, of course, but I think so, I want to run things completely with no opposition." That made up my mind for me - she was eventually going to fire or force the rest of the guys to resign, and she had to be stopped. "Helen, I may have been a bit presumptuous, but ... I rented a room here for tonight." She looked at me and smiled, "did you already check in, Suzi?" "Yes, before I came to dinner." "Well, then I guess I can cancel my reservation, can't I?" I smiled back at her, and we toasted again, she with her third martini, and me with my second glass of wine. "Let's cancel the entrees, Helen, and just finish our drinks. I think the appetite I want to satisfy first has changed all of a sudden." She gulped down the rest of her drink, as I told the waiter that I wasn't feeling too well, and in just a few minutes, we were headed upstairs in the elevator. She held my hand all the way up, and I could tell she was more than a little high. When we got to the room, I opened the door, and let her walk in first. She stood in the entranceway, and after I shut the door, I grabbed her firmly, and drew her close to me. Her breasts pressed against me, and I pulled her even closer with a hand on her ass. I gave her a strong, passionate kiss, using my tongue to assert myself as the aggressor. "You really need someone to be in charge, don't you Helen? You've been looking for someone like me, haven't you?" She answered in a sweet, shy voice, "Yes, Suzi, I ... I guess I have." "Why don't you powder your nose, then, and then we can have some fun," I suggested, but it was almost like an order. "Sure, I'll be out in a jif," she said, and she went into the bathroom. I took the opportunity to turn on the camcorder then, and then I turned down the bed. When she came out, she flew into my arms, and we kissed for a minute or two. My hands started roaming over her body, and she started to moan softly. When she moved her hand toward my breast, I stopped her. "Helen, you may be the boss in the office, but I think that I'm the boss here, don't you agree?" "Y ... yes, Suzi, you're the boss, and I love it." I played with the nipples of her breasts through her blouse and bra, and watched her reaction. When I pinched one of them, quite hard, she only moaned louder, and whispered, "yes, yes, you're the boss, oh, yes." "You've been bad, haven't you Helen?" I asked, "an unfair bitch in the office, picking on the men without any reason, haven't you." "Yes, Suzi, I did it on purpose," she said. "But Helen, don't you know that that's sexual harassment, and its illegal?" "I don't care, I did it and I'm glad, even if I was bad." I walked over to the couch, and sat down. "Well, bad girls have to be punished, don't they? Come here, Helen, and get what you deserve." She walked over, and lay face down on my lap. I pulled up her skirt, so that her pantied ass was ready. Using my hand, I began to spank her, and I could feel my cock getting harder and harder. Fortunately, the panties that I wore kept it tucked back so that she couldn't feel it. As the blows rained down on her unprotected cheeks, she squirmed with pleasure. When I let her up, I could see that she was completely turned on, and I pressed my advantage, "you'll do everything I command, won't you, Helen?" "Oh, yes, of course," she said, her excitement making her short of breath, "anything!" "Strip for me, Helen, take everything off and get naked," I ordered. As she began to take off her clothes, I saw that her body was much better than I had expected, under the business suit she always wore. Her suits disguised her femininity, and when she stood before me in bra and panties, I really began to appreciate what was going to come. Her underwear was pretty plain, and I was glad when she took off the bra, letting her rather lush tits hang free. I rolled one nipple between my fingers as she was taking off her panties, almost losing her balance as I squeezed it. "Argh, yes," she said, and I told her to lay down on the bed. She did as instructed. "Helen, do you know what the penalties are for sexual harassment? Do you know that the company could lose millions of dollars in law suits, because of what you've done, and are planning to do?" "I don't care, I don't," she answered. "Well, you've been very unfair to the men, Helen, and I think you need to be punished some more for that. Do you agree?" "No, I don't deserve to be punished, Suzi, men are assholes and they deserve what I do to them" she said. I picked up the pantyhose she had taken off, and quickly tied her hands to the headboard. When she was secured, I opened the drawer of the night table, and took out a large vibrator, which was shaped like a cock. "The guys would do terrible things to you, if they could, wouldn't they?" I asked, turning on the vibrator, and applied it to her breasts. She squirmed and I could see that she was on the verge of climax already. I took it away from her body, not wanting to give her release so quickly. "They'd like to fuck you wouldn't they, Helen?" I said, taking out a large dildo from the drawer, and inserting the tip into her wet pussy. She moved around on it, trying to get more of it inside her. I slowly slid it into her, and she eagerly took it all in. "They'd want you to suck on their cocks wouldn't they, Helen?" I took a smaller dildo out, and jammed it into her mouth. "Are you enjoying this, Helen, do you like a beautiful woman like me doing these things to you?" She nodded `yes', unable to speak because of the false cock in her mouth. "Last chance, Helen, are you sorry for the things you've done?" Her head moved in a negative gesture, and I positioned myself between her legs. "Well, then, this is payback time, Helen, for being a lesbian bitch!" I pulled down my panties, and my huge hardon sprung out from its hiding place. She began to tremble at the sight of the unexpected cock. "Do you know what else they'd do to you, if they could, Helen?" I said, positioning my cock against her puckered asshole. The juices from her pussy were dripping down, and I wet the tip of my cock with them. Her eyes were wide with fear, and I knew that this would be her first ass-fucking. I jammed my cock into her, slamming it in all the way in one shot. Her tight, virgin hole opened with the savage thrust, and I rammed in and out of her until I felt myself almost ready to cum. I pulled out then, and for a final bit of humiliation, I pulled the dildo from her mouth, and replaced it with my cock, fresh out of her asshole. She began to gag on it, then began to swallow rapidly to keep from drowning in the river of cum I shot down her throat. She had no will to resist by then, and when I removed my cock, she began to cry. "I gave you every chance, bitch, and you could have avoided this until the very end, when I asked you if you were sorry. But even then, you had to be a bitch. Well, things are definitely going to change." "W...what do you mean, why did you do this to me, who are you?" The questions tumbled out of her mouth, and I walked to the closet, and got out the camcorder. "Everything that happened is here on tape, Helen, including your admitting to sexual harassment of your male employees. Do you think the company would forgive that little indiscretion? Or that you took your newest female employee to bed in a hotel room? A little judicious editing of the last scene, and no one would ever guess that I'm not a woman, would they?" She burst out in tears at her predicament, and I answered her last question, revealing my true identity to her. "I...I'm sorry, I really didn't mean..." she started to say, but I cut her off. "Bullshit, Helen, you meant everything you did, and I don't feel the least bit sorry about what I did to pay you back. Now let me tell you what you're going to do to make it right. First of all, you're going to hire me back, at the increased salary you were going to pay `Suzi'. Then, you're going to stop picking on the guys entirely. And if something else comes to mind, I'll let you know, and you'll do it won't you?" She said in a very small voice, "Yes, I will." And she did. I was back in the office the next Monday, to the amazement of everybody. Helen announced that she might have been a little rash in letting me go, and when the guys asked me what had changed her mind, I feigned ignorance. Helen's treatment of them, of course, changed immediately, but once or twice in the next couple of months, when she seemed to be backsliding, I asked if she would like to 'go to the movies' and she straightened right out. She finally quit, about six months later, and, surprise, surprise, guess who she recommended to succeed her? When I said goodbye to her, as a parting gesture, I gave her the tape. After all, she had seemed to have learned the lesson, that while a woman's work is never done, tangling with a man in panties, ain't no fun!