Maryanne's further humiliations

Maryanne's body seemed to move as if it was being controlled by remote control. She tried to stop, but she walked to Mark Garcia's office, entered, and shut the door.

"More insults and doughnuts?" he asked sheepishly.

Maryanne's body turned around, she bent over at the knees then reached behind her and hiked her skirt up, exposing her bare ass. The words came out as if on their own. "Mark, would you please fuck me up the ass after work?"

"Is this a joke?" asked Mark. "Are you setting me up for some sexual harrassment bull shit?"

Maryanne knew what was coming next but could not stop herserlf. She had to convince Mark to have anal sex with her and not take "no" for an answer. "Please, Mark, fuck me up the ass. It's not joke. I need you to have anal sex with me. I'll even pay you." She desperately wanted to run away. The prospect of anal sex repulsed her, and begging for it from an underling was even more humiliating.

Mark stood up. "Get out! This isn't funny."

Maryanne was almost in tears at her humiliation. "PLEASE, Mark. PLEASE fuck me up the ass after work! I'll do anything!"

"OK, look over your shoulder and smile!"

Maryanne looked over her shoulder, smiled, and watched Mark take a photo of her on his camera phone.

"Now that I have evidence this is your idea. Meet me in the parking garage after work. Bring some lube!"

"Thank you," said Maryanne. She lowered her skirt, stood up, and hurried out of the office. She ran as fast as she could on her high heels and locked herself in her office.

Her phone rang again.