Kinktober #3

This is an original story.

Trick / Secretary

"...what's her trick? That's what I'd wanna know." Lucy said as she slurped up her seventh cup of coffee that night.
"Maybe there is no trick. Some people just... have more stamina you know?" Benny replied to the daytime secretary having to undertake her colleague's night shift, this being 'her time of the month.'
"Don't give me that crap!" Lucy spat out more harshly than intended though not unexpected for someone running the night shift, "You guys on the floor are just as tired as I am! No, that woman has some kind of trick... something that makes her able to stomach this most dreadful nightshift."
"Is that a fact?"
"Of course that's a fact! That's why we are called secretaries! Because we have secrets! All of us! Oh... can you believe she just... just keeps her secret to herself, making me suffer through the nightshift like this?"
"Well, maybe she's a vampire... maybe that's her trick. She's a creature of the night so... she's not bothered by the night shift."
"Look, Benny... you're sweet but I'm in no mood for jokes, okay?"
"Fine fine... say, Lucy, you said all secretaries have secrets? Well... does that mean you have a secret as well?"
"... this discussion is over! Go on! Go back to your job! Now!" Lucy gestured for him to leave as if she was swatting away a fly.
Benny just walked away casually, "It was nice talking to you, Lucy."

Benny entered the warehouse floor, seated himself in the forklift and continued sorting out the crates and boxes in the elaborate system on the machine floor. It was night now, so the regular manager Martin was off the clock, while Mona occupied the manager's office now to check if a sample of the orders had been carried out as instructed; but since Polly, the night secretary, was feeling under the weather it was Lucy's duty to substitute the night shift. Benny had been working on Pantry Servings catering and logistics for eight months now, and has gotten to know most everyone who works there. Lucy was usually good-natured and kind, but the night-shift usually took the toll on her. Couldn't blame her, it had the same effect on Benny too, and anyone else who had to work during the late hours. Everyone except Polly, who always carried out her duties to perfection. She was focused, quick-witted and charming... and Benny had to admit that was a bit of a mystery. Certainly anyone who had to take the nightshift would be drained by it for the same reason Benny felt drained. But she didn't and Benny didn't know why.

He really didn't know anything about the young blonde woman. She was the one person Benny never got to know, in spite of her energy and extrovertedness. Benny wasn't someone who would dig his nose in other people's business, but if he didn't figure it out it was just gonna nag at him.

Already a month had passed and Benny wasn't any closer to getting to the bottom of this. Asking didn't help. Polly would just divert the topic the way only she could do. The curiosity stopped being nagging and became unbearable. He had to do something.
Disguising himself in a hooded sweater that hid his long hair, he followed the young girl from a distance as she walked from her home on her day off. Benny made sure not to stick out, but she went into the less than reputable parts of the city. Now the interest flared up more than anything. Was this the reason she had been hiding her trick? Was it ****? Human trafficking?
Let's not jump to conclusions. For all he cared she was going here to help the less fortunate.

Maybe Benny didn't want to know...
...he definitely did. He continued to follow Polly, and she entered what looked like a strange club of some sort. A nasty looking man around three heads taller than Benny and arms the size of his waist stood in front of the door. Benny entered alleyway and entered through the fire exit, just in time to see Polly 's long golden hair round the corner into the hallway. When Benny arrived in said hallway a single door just slammed shut. Benny snuck close to the door and peeked through the keyhole.
At that point the door opened. Polly was there, dressed in a latex leotard. "Mister Gregson, why this is a surprize."

Benny could just look up to the woman in dominatrix outfit, stroking her horsecrop. He was at a complete loss for words and just gawked at her.
Polly sighed, "I suppose you found out my trick. Come in.. and close the door." Benny did so, looking pale as a ghost.
Inside a man hung suspended by shackles from the ceiling and completely encased in latex, complete with a ring-gag.

"Oh... oh! Who's that? Your... your boyfriend?"
"I don't have a boyfriend, Benny. This is my Gimp, Charlene." The gimp moaned in protest, unable to do anything else.
"I see.... then your trick is..."
"I'm a dominatrix, Benny... bondage, spanking, humiliation, cock-teasing... I'm into all of that and I'm into it a lot. It releases my stress during the day and I just... just makes me feel reinvigorated. I become a new woman."
"Don't worry, Polly. I understand. Your secret is safe with me."
"Thanks, Benny. You're sweet. Speaking of new woman, it's that time of the month again."
"Oh, you mean..."
"Yes... the full moon."
Benny blinked... "Full... moon? Why does that matter..." Benny heard a howl in the distance, Polly's body froze and her eyes spanned open, then turned yellow. She gave a toothy grin and the teeth became big and pointy. Suddenly before him was a big, sexy muscular werewolf girl.
"Ah, I think I better..." Benny started and opened the door but Polly slammed it shut, pinning him against the door.
"Heeeey, you're so sweet Benny. Why don't you stay for a while?" Polly licked her lips and gave him her toothy grin.

Since then Benny has stayed locked up in the club as Polly's gimp, noone being unable to find him. During day time she becomes his mistress, cruel but sweet... but during the night of a full moon she enters her wolf form and really lets out her primal desires.
Perhaps some day she will let him down and make him her boyfriend.