Heather's Secretary Lacey

Foster, wanted to get to Heather his manager. He decided he wanted her job before lunch however, what stood in his way was one of his other office crushes. Lacey was one of the only other Asian woman working in the office. She was all about professionalism and there was no way that he would normally be able to get past her easily. However Foster had his new power. He approached Lacey who was named by her father after a female wrestler named Lacey Evans. Foster knew Lacey would never look like who she was named after and he never wanted her to.

While approaching Lacey Foster got a better look over Lacey's upper half as she worked on her computer. He begun to admire her long black hair that was put into a ponytail. Foster also noticed her chest was really large likely d-cups. When Foster finally got in front of Lacey she briefly looked up then back at her computer. "Listen Foster, as you can see Heather is busy right now. So you can leave a paper with an appointment time in the garbage." Lacey said while kicking the trashcan out from under the desk. Foster didn't like how arrogant Lacey was being. She was the bosses secretary but on the floor of the office Foster was practically the boss.

Foster wanted to bend her to his will and figured he would test another theory he had. He looked at Lacey and thought "Foster's Submissive Secretary" after the thought he watched Lacey's demeanor change. She looked way less full of herself but she continued on the computer. "Excuse me Lacey what are you doing?" Foster asked. Lacey briefly looked up but this time met Foster's chest not quite making his eyes she kept her eyes there. "Ummm... Oh yes sir, i'm uhhh taking care of Heather's appointments." Foster got a smug smile across his face "Heather's appointments? Aren't you my secretary?" Foster couldn't wait for her reaction.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry sir! I don't know why I am doing Heather's stuff. Please I need this job what can I do I don't remember what i'm supposed to do. I'll do anything please don't fire me!" Some tears were rolling down her eyes messing up her make-up. Foster kinda felt bad now but still thought of what she said. "Well, I do have something you can do and I don't plan on firing you." A smile grew on Lacey's face and the tears began to fade. "Thank You Sir! Anything really anything you name it." Foster had kinda gotten tired of Lacey's plain look and had an idea. He had seen a cliche in a few manga books he read. He looked at her and thought "Pink Haired Gyaru with Broken Accent" Foster watched as Lacey's hair fluffed out and turned pink. Her skin darkened and turned an obvious fake tan. Her messy make-up became overdone and perfect.

"Wike siw what can like I dwo fow you?" Lacey said while twirling her hair. Foster leaned over to Lacey's ear and whispered "Why don't you meet me in the bathroom in twenty minutes to suck my dick?" Foster then stepped back waiting for a response. Foster could barely make out a blush on Lacey's face as she nodded. She seemed to check her purse making sure she had some make-up. "See you thewe siw". Foster wanted to bust a nut so now he was about to get sucked off by a hot gyaru with huge tits. But he also knew he had 20 minutes to kill with no one blocking his path to his boss now.