My New Assistant

The walk across the floor feels longer than it should.

Every heel-click announces me like a warning bell. I keep my chin high, my voice smooth, rehearsed for triumph. All the office workers can tell I’m on a warpath this morning; they keep their heads down.

“Good morning, Spell.”

I pause beside the desk he should already be clearing.

“No need to unpack your personal belongings. Security will be here soon to escort you to your new position—and confiscate that phone of yours.”

It’s the perfect line: firm, professional, merciful enough to sound magnanimous. Got to keep up appearances, after all.

I expect fear.

I get calm.

Tim doesn’t even stand.

“Morning, Vera,” he says, polite as protocol.

It’s enraging. No one in this building uses my first name.

He says it loudly enough that heads start to lift—curious to see how badly I’ll chew out the new assistant on his first day, or if I’ll just have him fired for the infraction.

He tilts his head slightly, the barest hint of a smile.

“Oh?” he says in mock confusion. “I got this message last night.”

For a second the words don’t land.

Then he raises his phone. The display glows with a drafted message—company-wide circulation pending.

My stomach knots; it’s a looping vid-cut from Brad’s office, dim light, I see myself bent over the desk. My skirt pulled up and my panties around my ankles. My ass, still red from the spanking with visible hand prints….. his. I can see my pussy quivering as my own juices spill down my thighs. Just on the edge of cumming.

I watched it repeat on his screen a few times, too stunned to breathe. It's so obscene, that I can’t believe it's me. A lot of office workers were certainly looking now.

There are other pictures and video’s but I can't take my eyes off this one.

I’m one button press away from ruin.

His voice stays level. “Maybe we should discuss this in your office.”

The eyes around us are curious now. What if they saw?

I **** a thin smile, mumble something meaningless, and walk away with the slow, deliberate grace of someone who still owns the room.

The hum behind my eyes has grown louder.

He follows.

The doors hiss closed after him.