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The New Secretary 2: CYA
(October 24, November 28-29, December 4-5 2018)
"Hey, you there!"
Art looked up from his desk, from his monotonous data entry, to hear
where the voice was coming from. He had been just going the motions of
the day: punch in, do your work, lunch break, punch out and then go
home. This routine he had been doing for the past 5 years, and while
it was boring the work meant a steady income stream and the occasional
bar session with the guys. He glanced around, then started to resume
his work.....
"Hey, are you listening?"
Art looked to see Lorelei Sera Harts, the hot new executive secretary
standing by his desk, with a rather annoyed look on her face. She had
joined up a few months ago, fresh from business school and worked for
Art's boss in the Finance department, though she only saw her in
passing. She was quite the stunning young woman, with long ebony
tresses. She had on quite the elegant outfit: A cyan blazer covering a
plain white blouse with a pencil dark skirt, her lithe legs encased in
smoky black hose ending with modest 2 in heel navy pumps yet strangely
she wore white gloves all the time-huh must be some reason for that.
She exuded an air of elegance and refinement. But that wasn't just
what Art noticed about her.
She had quite a beautiful face to gaze upon. Pale skin, adorned with
light dust makeup made her look like a precious gem, with a nice
beauty mark upon her right temple. Her supple lips a slight burgundy,
a strong contrast to her pale skin and also her dazzling turquoise
eyes which had subtle grey reading glasses upon them, giving her a hot
librarian look. She flashed a brief smile to Art, then resumed her
scolding face.
"Oh sorry, Miss...." Art trying real hard not to gape at her most
impressive bosom.
"Lorelei Harts, Mr.... Art Robinson was it?" she answered sternly,
holding a clipboard real close to her chest, perhaps as a measure of
covering it up. Art noticed some of the guys around making some hard
leers in her direction. She looked around, her stern face giving way
to concern and perhaps yearning.
"Oh yes Ms. Harts, I am so sorry the work distracted me. What can I
help you out with?" Art replied back deferentially as he put his hands
away from his keyboard and look at Miss Harts straight to the face.
"Ah yes, well I need to speak to you in private. The conference room
in 10 minutes, if you please?" She asked in a pleading tone. Oh, what
could she want with me, Art wondered. Well it must be something
important as he nodded affirmatively. "Uhh sure, I'll see you there,
Ms. Harts," as she strode away, shaking her bum subtly. A bunch of
other guys in their cubes stopped to take a moment to see her walk
away, mostly looking at her luscious ass encased in that scrumptious
skirt.
Art was struck by a sudden strike to the nerves. What could she
possibly want with me, I am just a lowly financial clerk, on no way
the same level as her, an executive secretary. Art was sweating
profusely as he was wrapping up his current task, before getting up
from his cube, leaving a note at his desk letting people know where he
was going. The conference room Ms. Harts was referring to was down at
the end of the long pale white corridor separating the cubes of the
Finance department with other groups on this floor of the company
building.
As Art got close to the conference room, he heard at least two voices:
a soft feminine voice and a rougher male voice. Oh dear, Ms. Harts
might be getting yelled at by manager, I did leave my desk for this
meeting. He resisted turning the knob, expecting whoever was in there
with her to leave, only to turn and yell at him at the "Hey get back
to work!" before departing angrily. That situation he had imagined in
his head far too many times, it had been a factor as to why he hadn't
gotten past his current positon.
But when he opened the door, to his surprise, it was only Ms. Harts
who sat in a chair on one end of the large conference table at the
room's center. She had a laptop placed in front of her at the table,
and he could heard the scurried typing from her gloved hands. He
walked slowly over to her, before taking a seat next to her at the
table. THe chair squeaked a bit, spooking Art a bit but he noted she
wasn't fazed by it.
"Ah excuse me, Ms. Harts....." Art spoke softly, hoping to get her
attention. She looked over to see Art sitting in the chair, and
exclaimed "Oh sorry, Mr. Robinson....I will be with you in just a
moment!" as she finished her rapid fire typing then putting her finger
aways from the keyboard, followed by soft cracking of her fingers to
relax them. "Ah yes, Mr. Art Robinson..... how glad to have you here.
I need your assistance with some login credentials for this high end
account." She then passed the laptop over to Art, while flashing a
bright smile to him. Art adjusted his glasses, then took a look at it.
"Oh my.... Ms. Harts.... this is....." which she nodded. "Oh yes, Mr.
Robinson, that account.... the one linked to a major client of ours,
maintained by yours truly." as she placed a gloved hand upon her
bosom, which Art found slightly arousing. Lorelei Hars noticed that
and smirked a bit, hehe got him.
"But why you need my help with the login?" Art asked with a note of
hesitation. Lorelei gasped with surprise and responded "Why Mr.
Robinson, surely you must have the login detail for this account,
after all you are one of the senior clerks in the department." She
looked into his eyes with pleading kitten like eyes. Oh man, that's a
weakness-helpless women, always needing some assistance from a
figurative knight in shining armor. Sighing a bit, Art then went
"Alright, let me see the computer.... one moment....." as he grabbed
the laptop to log in and go over to the website for accounts
management. She looked, with a lovely grin on her face.
"Ok, so.... Ms. Harts....." Art spoke up, to get her attention again.
"Ah yes, well.... this is embarrassing.... but I need you to transfer
this much....." she sliding a small note to Art, "from that account to
this other account, I have written down that information as well,"
flashing a clear smile to Art. He blushed a bit, but when he glanced
at the note, he nearly did a spit take "Ms. Harts.... that... umm,
quite the amount for transfer! Did you get approval....." before his
mouth got shut by one of her gloved hands. "Shh now, dear..... I did,
from the VP of Finance himself, if that soothes your nerves." She
giggled then resumed, "Anyway, it was a request that he requested for
and I would have done it myself, but.... " her eyes tearing up a bit
"I have forgotten the login provided to me for that. So please, Art,
please!" as she dabbed her eyes a bit. Oh man, this is quite serious,
Art realized.
Art looked at her, taking a moment to glance at her this close up. Her
white, nearly porcelain skin was a sight to behold, adorned with light
makeup, atop which long lustrous black hair showered down her
backside. Granted, she had on thick dark red lipstick, striking azure
eyes adorned with and that beauty mark but Art found himself feeling
aroused near her. Though, he found her outfit to be a bit odd: gloves
on her hands yes, but she insisted on wearing a high collar blouse
with long sleeve blazer, especially considering the slightly warm room
temperature of the building on most days. Heck, Art was sweating a bit
in that temperature range. But he noticed that Ms. Lorelei was like a
statue-beauty from a distance, but close up a few things stuck out.
"Ah ok then.... let me see....." Art said as he typed in his login
credentials, then following the instructions he placed the funds
transfer to the account Ms. Harts had given him. :Ok, done, well there
you go, Ms. Harts...." but before he finish that statement, she plated
a deep, wet kiss on him. "Oh thanks Mr. Robinson... or would you
prefer Art?" she questioned as she planted another sloppy one on him.
"Great the company would be pleased with your efforts, Art-who knows I
could put in a good word for a promotion? Anyway, mind if we go out to
dinner tonight?" She mentioned in passing as he took in her beauty
once more. "Uh yeah, sure.... how about that Italian kitchen place
downtown?" he heartily suggested, having noticed it on his commute to
work that morning. Be nice to go out with someone as radiant as she,
he figured. "Oh sounds lovely, how about we meet up at 630 for that?
Oh wait hang on, let me give you my number. " as she pulled out a
iPhone, clad in hot pastel colors. "Here you go, Art, see you then...
thank you." The she walked out of the room, taking with her the
laptop. Art sat there for a moment, then made his way back to his
cubicle, his walk a few step lighter and grinning like a giddy
schoolboy.
So it was, at Lorenzo's, an Italian kitchen restaurant adjoined to one
of the big name hotels where Art found himself at. He wore one of his
more finer, but still slightly worn suits: khaki suit with green and
white plaid dress shirt with tan dress pants, topped with black shoes.
He got there a bit early-to be on time is to be early the motto went-
and was sitting at a table looking out to the night lit cityscape.
Then he sniffed the scent of sweet lavender perfume "Oh excuse, is my
date here?" he heard then looked over to the front lobby, then saw
.... her.
Lorelei looked.... well stunning would be an understatement. Her hair
was worn in straight down the back fashion, but was just the
beginning. She had on a dark purple dress, adorning and hugging her
curves in all the right places, going all the way down to her high
heeled feet. He noticed that her dress showed her bosom quite
prominently, but had a light sheer material covering up that modest
maiden's treasure. She still had on her light makeup from before,
including the deep red lipstick, but that was alright-she looked
amazing. The dress slit down starting near her hips, going down her
legs, clad in dark sheer hose. Lastly she had on a large silver
bracelet band on her left wrist, with her dove white gloves upon her
hands.
"Oh there you are, Art dear!" she exclaimed as she strode over to the
table, placing her purple purse down on the floor near the table, then
took the seat across from him. "I must say, this place is quite the
find!" she noted with a clean grin. "Ah, yeah of course, Ms. Harts....
I just happen to find this place out.... and what a view indeed!" he
noted confidently, pointing towards the city scape, adorned with
bright lights the dizzying speed of traffic. "Oh yes its quite
beautiful, Art. Now what shall we have?" she asked as she took hold of
a menu. Art smiled as the two placed their orders and went into a
lovely dinner of eating fine Italian cuisine and fine wine.
"Ah so you have been with the company for some time eh, Art?" She
asked, as she took a small bite of her pasta salad. He replied quickly
"Uhh yeah, well.... been doing the same thing for 5 years now,"
looking downcast for a moment. "Oh hey, don't worry, after tonight you
won't have to worry about anything at all-your future is secured," she
remarked happily. "Cheers" she uttered as they clanked their two wine
glasses together.
But one thing Art noticed, now of all times, was that she had no rings
on her fingers. "Say, pardon if this is rude, but do you happen to be
single, Ms. Harts?" She looked shocked for a moment, then giggled a
bit. "Why yes, Art I am. Though I just broke up with a guy I dated
back in business school.... I thought for sure he was Mr. Right... but
he... liked it rough." she said that last part in a covert whisper and
a mere shudder. Art stammered, "Oh I see..... well, now here's the
check? What are we to do now, its a Friday night-surely you got some
girlfriends to hang out, eh Ms. Harts?" Art asked quite directly.
"Uhh well, I have only been part of the company for a few months now,
only made a few friends with some of the other secretaries....
besides...." she then clasped a hand over Art's on the table ".... I
need some ..... intimate comfort, if you catch my drift, Art," she
finished with a slight giggle. "I got a hotel room for the night here,
mind coming up for a night cap.... maybe something more?"
Art stammered for a moment, he hadn't quite planned for that. "Uh
well, Ms. Harts... while I appreciate the offer, but I.... " before
she once again smooched him hard on the lips. "Oh please, Art.... I
know you want this....I noticed since our little meeting in the office
today..... cmon, big boy...." she uttered huskily as she ended up
paying the check for the meal and the two walked up to the elevator,
to a night of passion. I am only lucky guy, Art muttered to himself.
Lorelei grinned with small degree of menace. Hook, line and sucker,
she snickered to herself.
The two made their way to the hotel room. As soon as the door was
open, Art and Lorelei were in hot embrace, kissing and making out. "Oh
yeah.... hic.... we are in for a great night right, Ms. Harts....
gulp?" Art asked as she made her way to the single bed of the room,
with a long closet off to the right. She sat herself down upon bed,
striking a sexy pose. Art started to approach her, ready to ravish her
though his mind was in a wine addled state before she called to his
attention "Hey, Art! Listen, you can call me Lorelei.....please this
is quite intimate for me, i mean, for us. We should enjoy ourselves,
yes?" as she stretched her supple body out on the bed.
"Umm... uhh, yeah I suppose that could work.... Ms. Lorelei? What are
you doing?' as he saw her move to lifting up her dress hem and
lowering her sheer dark hose, revealing her panty clad ass and woman
rose. "Sorry, Art dear, but its my time of the month, but I assure you
that this might be a suitable alternative?" she beamed to him. He
stood there in the hotel room, utterly dumbfounded. "What do you mean,
Lorelei?"
"Oh well, I suppose you needed a reward for your efforts. I provide
the highest clerical service, don't you know?" Lorelei replied back in
a soothing seductive tone, as she moved her panties away from her ass,
revealing her clean poop shoot, nice and smooth. "Cmon, plunge the
depths, boy!" she whispered seductively as Art gulped and then he took
off his pants, revealing his man rod... and went to town on her
ass..... which he then blacked out from shortly after due to the sheer
arousal, but not before he noticed her flashing a menacing grin.....
huh that looked off on such a pretty face, he grinned goofily......
what a lovely secretary.....
He woke up the next day, back in his mundane adobe, before shaking his
head. Oh my what was that? A Dream? he thought as he got up to use the
bathroom. Sure enough, he noticed his dick smeared with cum. Ah right,
I guess it wasn't as he grinned a bit. It was the weekend, time to
relax and get ready for the next week. Perhaps he could score a round
2 with the lovely siren Lorelei.....
"Art Robinson, report to my office immediately!" a voice bellowed out
of the intercom.
Yeah that woke him up from his monday funk, alright. Art stood up, he
knew that voice-his boss, the VP of Finance. Oh no, what could that
be, he wondered as he got up and walked towards the VP's office. Then
a brief though of hope emerged. Aha, maybe Lorelei put in her good
favor, and he was going in for a promotion talk. He walked a bit more
lighter, but as he reached the boss office, he heard some shouting.
Huh, wonder what that's about? He knocked on the door.
"Come on in!" a voice uttered, and Art made his way out. THe VP's
office was,even in the daytime, curtains closed and quite dark. Save
for a single lamp light at the VP's office desk, it was like a dim
room where all hope and joy died a dreadful death. Hell, might as well
include "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here" for good measure. Art
rarely saw his VP boss, even in his own office. That was due, not just
to the lack of light but the waft of deep grey smoke hovering around
the office, coming from the long cigar inside the VP's mouth.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" Art asked with a clear trembling tone in
his voice, taking a seat in front of the VP's desk. He was clearly
sweating, as he noticed the temperature on the AC wall unit was marked
at 86 degrees. The VP took a deep sigh, and clearing his throat, posed
a simple question" Do you know anything about this?" as he gave a
report over to Art. He give it the once over, then gasped-it was that
account transfer he had done last Friday, at her prodding.
"Uhh yeah, why you ask?" Art asked, rather uneasily.
"Well, as it turns out, whatever you sent this to, we can't get a hold
of those funds and that's quite a lot of money...."
"Uh-huh, that it is, sir and.... so what....."
"And I got a feverish call from the client linked to that account,
wondering why they are suddenly short on funds now. Please... " The VP
took another drag of the cigar, the smoke surrounding Art menacingly "
Explain, to me, Art why you did this and where's that money?" the VP's
face contorted with controlled rage, but Art could tell he was not
happy about this.
"Ah, well.... I was told by Lorelei Harts...."
Who is that, pray tell, Art? I know of no such woman working in this
department" the VP rejoined.
That sent a shock from Art. No.... no way, he thought, had he been
had?, he wondered. "But wait, last Friday she was here, we had a
meeting..... " but stopped there. "Boss, please check the videos for
the conference room......"
"I will stop you there, dear boy, the video cameras in there have no
evidence except the ones in the hallway show you going in then coming
out..... so once again, I need an explanation..... where's that money,
Art?"
He knew his job was on the line, but without Lorelei-his dear siren-he
was left hanging out to dry, literally. He hung his head in shame and
responded "I don't know, sir." The VP then replied back "You may pack
up your stuff, your are relieved of your job starting today. You will
be sent your last check in the mail by end of next week. Now, get out
of my sight," as the VP swung a free arm to the door, a final gesture
to Art. He left the office, packed his stuff, turned in his
credentials and walked out the door. Man I goofed up badly, he
lamented as he drove back to his apartment, unsure of what to do.....
Meanwhile, back at an apartment on the other side of the city, Lorelei
Harts got up after a nice long slumber. "Augh" she moaned as she got
up from the bed. What a night, she thought, then flashed a sly grin to
herself. She walked over to her vanity, and glanced at her beauty
encased in this purple cocktail dress. She had taken off her heels
earlier, ugh my feet will be sore, she thought, but oh so worth it.
She began to grope her bosom, while kneading her crotch, before she
felt a slight twinge from down below.
"Oh how silly of me, got to let you loose eh?" she muttered as she
disrobed the dress, leaving in just her panty thong, hose, corset and
bra. She then slid the hose down her supple legs, then unclasped her
bra, letting loose her bra. Next she took off the panty thong,
revealing a gray gaffe. "Poor Art, it wasn't my time of the month....
it never is!" she exclaimed as she pulled down that, a 8 inch penis
strung to attention, relieved to be released. She then grabbed this
incongruent man tool, and pumped it a bit before it let out some cum
as she cried out in a loud womanly cry.
Satisfied with that release, Lorelei continued "Well Art, you might
have wondered why I wore no short sleeved outfits, or why I wore
gloves all the times you saw me? Heh well that should be obvious." as
she tore off the gloves and the silver wristband. The reason was made
clear: her hands were quite manly, with no nail polish and at odds
with her pale skin on the rest of her thin arms. "Oh my, I didn't do
my nails today! Oh silly me, teehee!" she remarked as she unlaced her
corset wrapped around her midriff. It came down, showing off a
slender, but clearly male midsection, with skin tone a shade or two
darker then the breasts above or the hips below.
" Ah yes I am no mere woman" she spoke up as she grabbed a makeup
remover, taking off all her makeup upon her face. Once that was done,
seams around her shoulders and neck, just under her bosom and around
her waist, appeared. Next, with some effort, she pulled at her arms,
the thin pale skin giving way to tan but rough skins underneath. Then,
she grabbed her bosom by the hands, and pulled at them like taffy
before they came off like the photorealistic breast forms they were.
Lorelei looked down at her waist. The prosthetics around that area had
provided her with a nice ass, birthing hips but had a detachable vulva
front that for her purposes left it off for this.... excursion of
financial chicanery. SHe grinned as pulled at them, the fine ass and
hips sliding down her legs then they landed with a plop upon the
floor. She noted the ass still had some man seed in there. Ah that
will need some cleaning later, Lorelei or rather Eric noted mentally,
before flashing a clean grin again.
Eric glanced in the mirror as he still had the Lorelei head mask on.
"Oh poort Art, I hope you understand....its not personal, its just
business." as he tilted Lorelei's head to the side, before pulling out
the dentures and contact lenses. Finally he removed the mask, pulling
it up and over his own head, Lorelei's beautiful face contorting then
falling blank, lifeless, until Eric was left with nothing but a mere
mask.
"After all, Art, you must keep up with your tracks....." before
turning over and finishing "and cover your ass," with Eric slapping
his ass as he went into the shower, Another day, another sucker.
FIN
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