Plotting Subordinates

Inside her office, Mary was sitting at her desk. A smile was plastered across her face as she imagined the drooling faces of each of her brainless subordinates. She wondered how many of them were sporting erections at this moment. Just the thought sent a chill down her spine, and a heat throughout her crotch.

She had spent so many years building a reputation for herself, but it was times like these when she had the chance to see the fruits of her labor. The rush of power and control she felt was like nothing else. She could make a thousand people lust after her, and she had no doubt she could make them do anything she wanted.

That was the thing that drove her crazy, the thought that no matter how badly she teased them they could never have her. They could have their fantasies, but it was all they would ever have.

The feeling of control was so intoxicating. It made her feel so powerful, so invincible. That was the real reason she was so obsessed with her teasing. It was not just about making them suffer, but about her being in complete and utter control.

While Mary was relishing in her supposed dominance, her subordinates, blessed with a golden opportunity, were busy plotting.

A crowd of them were gathered around a monitor watching the video of Mary bending over and exposing herself. As the video repeated for what must have been the twentieth time, they all shared the same idea.

Knowing that Mary would continue attempting to tease them the next time she leaves her office, they hatched a plan that would leave Mary stripped of her designer clothes and begging for mercy.

With their plan set, the group dispersed. The only one who remained was Mary's personal assistant, Emily. Her task was the most difficult and yet most vital, she had to intentionally spill coffee onto the CEO's clothes while making it look accidental.

As the hour passed, she anxiously watched the clock and waited. At the right moment, she poured some fresh coffee and knocked on Mary's door

"Good afternoon, ma'am," Emily greeted.

"Afternoon, Emily," Mary replied, reaching for the coffee from her assistant's hands.

As she reached forward, Emily let go of the coffee's cup. Mary tried to catch the glass before it hit the floor, but only succeeded in spilling coffee on her designer blouse and skirt.

"Shit!" she cursed, "what's wrong with you, Emily?"

Emily apologized and started wiping the coffee off of her boss's clothes. She grabbed a napkin and began to wipe the coffee off her boss's blouse. While she was dabbing at the coffee on the blouse with a napkin, Emily also took the opportunity to break off a couple of buttons on her boss's blouse. The assistant also took the chance to intentionally spread coffee stains on the blouse, especially in the area where the buttons had been broken.

"Damn it, Emily. This was a new blouse and skirt!" Mary cursed, "I have an important meeting in a couple hours. Go fetch me my spare shirt and skirt from my cabinet while I clean up in the washroom."

"Of course, Ma'am," Emily said grinning, as Mary headed out of the office towards the washroom.

This was turning out even better than she had expected, and soon enough Mary would have nowhere to hide.

Unlike earlier, as she was walking past her subordinates towards the washrooms, Mary was not trying to tease them. The incident with her blouse and skirt had put her in a sour mood, and she was not looking to give any of her workers a show.

But unknowingly, Mary was unintentionally putting on a show for the workers. In addition to her shapely rear being out on display, all the rubbing and dabbing by Emily earlier caused her blouse to now become untucked while also hanging loosely on her shoulders. With her blouse missing a few buttons, her black lacy bra was visibly on display.

Some of the workers could barely contain themselves. Their boss was practically giving them a free show, and the best part was how she was totally oblivious. They wondered if she would even notice.

As Mary entered the washroom, she noticed her reflection in the mirror. The stain was clearly visible on her shirt, and the buttons Emily broke caused the blouse to hang open loosely.

"That idiot," Mary grumbled, "I need a new shirt and skirt right away."

Pulling her phone out, she texted Emily to hurry up.

Meanwhile back in Mary's office, the CEO's spare set of designer clothes lay neatly on the table. With a pair of scissors and a sewing kit, Emily smiled as she tampered with the designer clothes. Snipping away, the assistant carefully cut away some of the fabric before loosely threading the seams back together.

After a few minutes, Emily smiled at her perfectly altered outfit. She patiently waited a few more minutes before grabbing the clothes and heading towards the washroom, knowing her boss would be infuriated to even notice the slight alteration.