Jennifer Loughlin, from Head of Development to tech support

"I'll get you for this, you asshole."

Jennifer Loughlin knelt on the floor. A mere two weeks ago she was Head of Development in the company's hardware research division, a senior level position just below the executive officers. Then Mike came along. In meetings, she caught him staring at her breasts any time she stood up to talk. That was, whenever he didn't interrupt her to repeat what she said back to the room to make her sound like a clueless dolt.

"What a great idea, Mike," one of the execs said during a meeting.

"That was MY idea!" Jennifer fumed, only to get shot down by the man himself.

"Come on Jenny, it's not nice to take credit from other people, especially when they work for you."

Oh, he knew what he was doing. She could see it in his mischievous smirk. It quickly escalated, and it didn't stop at looks or a degrading nickname. She shivered, recalling the many cases of him invading her personal space and getting away with it.

"Your hair is so soft, Jenny!" Mike said as he ran his fingers through it.

The aghast Jennifer sat in stunned silence for several seconds before she thought to react. "Will you stop, Michael? That's not appropriate for the workplace."

"Actually," the CEO added, "You've seemed very stressed lately. You should let Mike help you with a nice head massage. It might clear your mind."

That day, Jennifer bit her lower lip and spent the next hour listening in while the creep rubbed her scalp and twirled her hair. But in many respects, she preferred it over what he did at the next meeting.

"Hey! Those are my glasses," she shouted.

"No way, these are mine," Mike accused. "I've been looking for them all day. Everyone knows I'm useless without them."

She couldn't exactly chase after him when he left, so she spent the rest of her day staring at her computer screen and mixing up names when her guesses of who came to her office kept ending up wrong.

It continued. He would lift her skirt and pretend it caught on a desk, or grab her boob and pretend he tripped. By this time, she filed complaint after complaint to no effect until finally, ten minutes ago, she'd been called into her boss' office. She entered giddy and relieved, certain he would resolve the situation. Instead...

"We're demoting you."

"WHAT?!" Jennifer screeched.

"All of these frivolous complaints are creating an oppressive atmosphere for the workers under you, who've noticed problems with you and filed complaints of their own. Frankly, we're not sure why we promoted you in the first place based on their accounts."

"Because I have a PhD in Computer Science and ten years of work to back it up!" she insisted.

"Be that as it may, it's become clear you're not suited to be Head of Development. Luckily, Mike had another excellent idea."

And that excellent idea? Tech support. Not even sitting in a cushy desk of the call center, telling callers to turn their computers off and on. She was demoted to the absolute lowest level, opening up recalled units and following numbskull basic instructions. She had just changed into her uniform and started air-blasting the inside of a PC when Mike arrived to gloat.

"That's no way to talk to your new boss."

Jennifer blanched. Of course he maneuvered his way into her old position. "This is bullshit. You know it's bullshit. The company's wasting talent and they'll see it in no time."

"No they won't. You see, I'm going to come back down here every so often to 'check on your work'. When I do, you're going to help me figure out my next brilliant idea."

"What if I refuse?" she asked the obvious.

"Now that I'm the Head, I have the power to look at personnel files... and change them. Let's just say it's not a good idea to push me."

She stared at him. Angry though she was, she caught the drift even while she ogled down her blouse. Sighing, leaned over to the PC some more. "Fine. You win. Everyone thinks I'm a bratty bimbo and you're a genius. If you'll just let me get back to my work-"

"Actually," Mike grinned. "You're doing it wrong. Even a novice knows static electricity is risky for hardware. I hope you know where this is going, Jenny."

It took her a second to catch on. When she did, she yanked off her top and bra as fast as she could, and put her arms over her chest just as quickly. Sitting back, she looked up to Mike with a scowl. "There, my tits are out, alright?"

"Good girl, but I can't have you loafing around on the job like this. Show me you know what you're doing."

With ****, she lowered her arms, reached for the can, and put up with her boss' eyes fixed on her dangly boobs, nipples hard and pointy as they were in the cold basement air. And this was only day one of her new life.