The Executive Assistant

I have been working at Proctor and Gamble for nearly 20 years. Landing a position right out of college, I worked hard to get where I am now. Rising up to the level of middle management, I was overworked and underpaid. Even though the work is hard and sometimes the hours can be a little strenuous I did meet my husband here. Unfortunately after 15 years our marriage fell apart. Why? Not because of me, but because he had a thing for younger women. Yeah, he left me for Lisa Kasloski, a 20 something blonde fresh out of college with a pair of perky tits and a round ass. Did I mention that she was a cheerleader? Anyways, as far as I know those two are still hooked up and thank god we never had children. Anyways, up till this point life has been okay and I've been able to take care of myself quite well. The only problem is that promotions are hard to come by. I've only received two in my time here and my current job as project manager is where I seem to be stuck. The title manager is kind of an oxymoron because I only manage one person and we spend most of our time ordering office equipment then developing the next great product for this company. To me, it feels like it whole job title that should have been ditched years ago, but fell through the cracks.

When I heard about an executive assistant position that had opened up in John Silverman's office, I immediately applied. I felt reasonably confident that I could get the job. John and I go back years. In fact he was the man who trained me, but unlike me, he rose up fast in the ranks and is now an executive vice president. Not only that I have this friendship, but at 39 I thought I still looked pretty good. Decent size boobs, reasonably in shape, I only have maybe a small belly and I still have the same butt I had when I was 20 years old. I get hit on all the time whenever I go out with my friends and I have no shortage of men try to get my number.

When I applied and I was granted the first interview, I remember very distinctly the very first question John asked me.

"Shel... Why are you applying for this job? This is way below you."

Shel is short for Shelly, my full name is Shelly Ann Garner.

"Because John, it pays better." I reply matter of fact.

Looking at me from across his desk, John lets his eyes slip. Checking me out, he starts at my tits and is probably comparing them to the other women he has interviewed. A 36 C, I am well equipped. Fortunately when he hits my middle, there is a slight ball in my button up blouse. I'm sure the other girls he has interviewed are all much younger and much toner than I am. But, there was one thing that I had that these other girls didn't. His friendship and the fact that I knew he was married.

"You do know that if you get selected for this job you will be throwing away your opportunity for the corner office, you know that right?" John says to me, in a last-ditch effort to talk me out of it.

"Yeah, well I'm okay with that because I've been in the same position for 10 years and I'm never considered for promotion no matter how hard I work or how good my work is. Either way I'm at a dead end. I may as well get paid a little bit more."

Having no objection to my more than obvious comment, John cracks open my employee file and the interview commences.

When I left his office that day, I thought I had it in the bag. I mean I answered every question perfectly, I even added in a few things that I had noticed about his routine. I even mentioned how he trained me and that I would be the logical choice to select because of my company knowledge and the fact that I knew him so well. Figuring I would be getting a second interview within a matter of days, I went to work confident. When the email still hadn't shown up is when I finally star getting nervous. Just as I was about to pick up the phone to call him and ask about my application, an email from John arrives in my inbox.

It's for the second interview!

Walking into his office the following morning, I sit down and wait. He is on the phone with his boss, Charlie Black.

"Yep, we'll get that sorted out right away. You can count on seeing the report first thing in the morning. I'll even put it on your desk myself if I have to... Yep, yep okay great! I'll see you later at the country club." Hanging up the phone, John is happy. Like me and him, him and President Black go back years. In fact Charlie is best friends with John's dad. Looking away from his phone, he sees me and claps his hands. "Good morning Shel, I hope you slept well."

"I did." I reply sweetly. When I do I make sure to perk up my chest a little bit and today I have a couple of buttons undone so he can see a little bit of my cleavage. In this business, sex sells.

"Excellent, glad to hear it! Anyways, let's get down to business shall we? First of all, I want to apologize for not getting back to you sooner." John says apologetically.

"It's okay, the important thing is that I am here now." I say already tasting the extra $15,000 a year I'll be making. There is this car that I've been looking at the BMW lot and this significant pay raise will certainly help in making that little purchase happen.

Already imagining the wind whipping my hair as I drive down the highway with the top down on a bright sunny day, my happy thoughts are interrupted and my dreams are dragged to a halt by what comes out of his mouth next. "After our conversation a couple of weeks ago, I made a call to Charlie, my boss, and he agreed to give you a raise of $7,000..."

"Huh...? But I thought..." I start to say when John interrupts me.

"Look, I know you really wanted this job because you really wanted to bring home a better paycheck. Are you kidding me Shelly? You as an executive assistant? That's a job for people with next to no skills. You? You're almost an institution here now, I can't take you out of your current role, you're just too good at it." John says, trying to sound confident, upbeat and encouraging, but falling flat. The look on his face says it all, he is about to tell me something that he knows will piss me off.

"Okay, so you ended up going with somebody younger and prettier and probably with a big pair of fake tits, right? All of this is in an effort to keep my mouth shut, am I right?" I say, more accusing than anything. When I do it my arms are crossed and I am pouting, even my bottom lip is sticking out and quivering a little bit. I know it sounds pathetic, but I really really wanted to get out of my current position and just do something different. Hell, it could have gotten me noticed by another company who could potentially offer me even more! It was a dream and now it is being taken away from me. Pushing 40 and stuck in middle management. I've gone from a potential star to another statistic.

"I don't know if I would call them fake, but this one was not my call." John says reflexively, definitely passing the buck!

Completely confused, I cannot help it when I exasperate my question. "Well then who?"

Just as my question exits my lips, I know exactly who got involved. Charlie... Now why in the hell would he care about who John picks to be his executive assistant? That question is answered when the office door opens and in steps the brand new secretary.

Now it made sense, Charlie **** John to hire his daughter.

Victoria Black.

When I see her, it takes everything I have to keep my jaw from falling to the floor. Skinny and stacked, her tits easily have to be the size of her head! Jutting like towers, not only do they stick out far, but they stick out to either side too! Right below that jaw-dropping rack is of course a little waist followed by the flare of substantial and round hips. Wearing a fitted blouse and a high-waist pencil skirt, with a wide decorative wrap at the top, that stops a few inches from the knee she is definitely the brand new office bombshell.

Managing to look away as she walks up to the desk, so it does not appear that I am intimidated, I watch from the corner of my eye as she bends forward and sets something down on John's desk. Allowing them to wander back over, I take in the rest of her outfit and her look.

Looking at her calves, they are covered with nylon, but what surprises me the most is her shoes. Hooker heels, they are a staggering 5 inches tall and the sole underneath the balls of her feet must easily be 2 inches by itself! Looking up, I am briefly stopped by the swell of her bottom. This woman doesn't just have an ass, she has a big one! I mean, I get that she has hips, but with how skinny she is, it is feels like it should be impossible! But there it is, each big and round cheek that her skirt is clinging perfectly to. Looking up from her ass, I catch a glimpse of the outline of her bra wrapping around her back. Surprisingly large, it is definitely built for support and comfort rather than looks. Good thing too, because she is working in an office environment after all and not in a strip club or as a realtor.

Yes, the realtor I worked with when I bought my house years ago, loved showing off her cleavage in a push-up bra all the time.

From there I see a little bit of the side of her face and I am quite surprised by the amount of makeup I see. When I first looked at her, I honestly couldn't tell and I'm usually pretty good about picking up on those kind of details. It was only when I saw the underside of her jawline and around her hairline by her ear that I realized she is a cake face.

It's interesting because natural beauties don't need to wear so much. This piqued my interest greatly because I may not look as pretty as she does, but I also wear a lot less makeup. Maybe a little bit of blush and eyeliner, if I need to smooth out my complexion then some foundation. This woman is literally wearing a mask.

My study is cut short when I catch her looking at me and grinning. Obviously sizing me up, Victoria is pleased to see that I don't compare Maybe "stack up" would be more appropriate. Either way I can tell she really enjoys being the center of attention because when she stands up she makes it a point roll her shoulders back. Sticking those massive globes forward, she looks at John and of course flashes that pearly white smile.

"Will there be anything else?"

Just the way she asks that question makes me want to vomit. She is literally sounding like a sex starved hooker. Of course John is eating it up and is smiling ear to ear as he shakes his head.

"No, no I'm good. Thank you Vicki." John says smiling like a kid in the candy store.

Waiting for her to leave, I simply look at him with a dead stare in my eye.

"What?" He asks stupidly.

"You're married, John." I tell him, assuming that he can hear the obvious sultriness in his new assistant's voice.

"Yeah, what's your point?"

"Do you think Jane's going to be happy when she finds out that your assistant is 30 something with a body of a 20 year old who belongs on magazine covers and is making eyes at her husband?"

"Oh stop. Vicki isn't like that! Besides, what would she with want a guy like me, a man who is pushing 50, when she can have any guy she wants?" John says leaning back in his chair, oblivious to the facts.

What facts? The fact that his secretary wants to jump his dick. Why? Because he makes six figures a year and she's obviously a gold digger.

"Let me remind you too, this is my boss's daughter you're talking about here. You might want to be careful. Now, will you accept the raise or not?"John says switching gears on me.

Obviously the conversation regarding Victoria and my chance to be the assistant is over.

Accepting the raise, I am also accepting and acknowledging that I am expected to be quiet. I just really feel bad for Jane. She's a great woman and at 45 she still looks great, maybe not Victoria Black great, but any guy would be lucky to have her and to be seen with her.

Either way, I walk out of the office that day feeling slightly defeated at not having gotten the job. I also walk out with the feeling that everything is going to change.

Funny enough I was right.

Right away Victoria made it a point to make her mark on the office. Not satisfied with just being a secretary, she started being John's mouthpiece too. If there were assignments that needed to be done, it was she who was telling the rest of us. It was kind of annoying, that's not her job. Her job is to answer the phone and do the things that he asked of her. Okay, fine she was doing her job, but the way she did it definitely rubbed a lot of people in the wrong way. First she would walk up sashaying her hips and with her chest pushed out proudly, she would slam the directions with a firm thud on the desk then because she was standing, would literally look down and talk down to whoever she was passing the word on to. It was sick and it pissed me off. John's last assistant was very nice and always was a pleasure to be around, but not Victoria, she liked being a bitch, loved shoving her authority around in other people's faces while showing off those god damn things springing from her chest. Authority only granted to her because John was too lazy to get up off his ass.

That's not to say she was never nice. She saved that for when she had to answer the phone or when an equal to or more prestigious boss wandered to our floor. There she would put on her sweetest and most innocent act, aka all cutesy and bat her eyelashes. If the executive was a man and he looked at her with interest, she made sure to repay the favor by glancing at his crotch once or twice.

Whore.

Okay, so she's being authoritative because she's new and it's easy to dismiss the office eye candy as nothing more than that. It starts becoming a problem when she stops allowing anyone to speak to John directly. That happened to me today. I was heading to his office with a question when she stands up from her desk and steps right in my path.

Placing her hands on her trim waist and rolling her shoulders back, she pushes those towering tits right out and with the pissiest look I have ever seen, questions me. "Where do you think you're going?"

Caught off guard momentarily, I collect myself and proceed to step around her. "John, I have a question on a report he has me working on."

"You mean the report that I assigned you, correct?" Victoria corrects me as she widens her stance and flares out her elbows. It's obvious I'm not getting anywhere near that door.

"You may have told me to do it, but that's only because John asked you to do it instead of doing it himself." I correct her.

"Sure, whatever. Either way I have been instructed..." Victoria says, a heavy dose of sarcasm thrown in for good effect. "To inform anyone that wants to see John that he is off limits today. He is far too busy. If you have any questions you can direct them towards me and I will get you an answer as soon as I can."

Standing there with my jaw literally hitting the floor, I take another step forward but she maneuvers in front of me again. Seeing that she is not going to back down, I simply throw up my hands and walk away. If this new way of doing business continues, the productivity in our office is going to grind to a halt. Like a good girl, I sat back down on my desk and I typed John an email with my question. Surprisingly I got a response within a minute. Unfortunately it was not from my boss, but from that pesky, big titted cow assistant of his.

"Please reference me on all emails that need John's attention. This way I can sort them out by priority to better utilize his time. John is a very busy and important man and cannot be bothered with hundreds of emails all day long. Please remember to utilize the Proctor and Gamble resource page for most of your questions. Management has dedicated a lot of time, effort and money to building a database to where many of the questions that we are seeing can be answered. Please and thank you for your cooperation.

-Victoria Black

Executive Assistant to the Vice President."

If anything, this reads as a big old fuck you! Responding in kind with a middle finger to my monitor, I go to where I am instructed to find the answer to my question.

Three hours later I am submitting my final report. That's when I get another email from guess who? Our new "boss".

"Project Manager Garner,

This report was due 2 hours ago. Please report to the vice president's office immediately.

-Victoria Black

Executive Assistant to the Vice President."

My jaw dropping again, I cannot believe I received an email from a bimbo secretary to see my boss as if I have been called into the principal's office! Not bothering to respond, I simply get up from my desk and head over.

Walking towards the door, I see a bright red sign that says "Stop" perched on the corner of Victoria's desk. Doing as it instructs, I look down to see the redhead on the phone.

"Yes, we can arrange a meeting between your representative and the vice president. I will check his schedule and then I will get back to you, will that be okay? Yes? Great. Have a great day, goodbye." Gently putting the receiver back into the cradle, Victoria looks smug and satisfied. Turning in her chair, she looks up at me with a polite smile. I can see in her eyes though that whatever that smile is designed to promote, a sense of feeling and warmth, is lost in that icy, emerald green stare of hers. "Shelly, the VP will be right with you. Please take a seat."

Rolling my eyes, I drop down into the chair opposite of her desk. Watching her stand up, she smooths down her skirt and then pulls up on the broad waist that wraps around her middle. Looking at me she grins and sticks out her towering tits that seem to cast a long and lingering shadow wherever they point. Sitting and waiting, and waiting some more, it's been nearly 20 minutes and she still has not come back yet. Wondering what the hell could be going on in there, my thoughts are stopped when her telephone rings. Being nosy, I glance over and see that it is coming from John's office. Looking around while it continues to ring and ring, it then hangs up and soon her speaker phone is activated.

"Sorry about that, hehe! I'm still learning how to use this thing, you know? Shelly, if you're listening, you can come in now."

Who in the hell was that? It sounded like Victoria, but is it really? Either way it's not the condescending bitch that just spoke to me 20 minutes ago. Deciding to take my chances, I stand up and walk to John's door. Giving it a couple of knocks, I then proceed to let myself in. When I enter, I see John sitting behind his desk and Victoria is sitting off to the side, but in a way to where she is behind the desk too. Maybe not directly, but it's definitely to insinuate that she is going to be a part of this process and it's not to play a mediating role.

Taking my seat, I look at my boss and clap my hands. "I'm really sorry that I did not get the report done on time. Unfortunately I ran into a snafu that required me asking for assistance. When I came to your office however, Victoria refused to let me see you."

Seeing the scowl on Victoria's face, I can tell right away that it was probably not the best idea to throw her under the bus, but I didn't care. It felt really really good. Besides, now she will get to see the power of my friendship of 20 years with our shared boss.

"Shel..." John starts and I can tell right away that this conversation isn't going to go the way I expected it to. What a fucking coward. It's not him making these decisions, it is her! Somehow she's got him by the balls already and is practically running the joint through him like the power behind the throne! "I know you are used to just coming to me directly when you have questions, but Victoria is right. I was in on the emails and her direction to you is company policy. I'm going to have to ask you to start using the resource center from now on. You really should only be coming to me when you have exhausted all of your efforts in the resource center."

"I did do that and yet I am now I'm in here because my report is late. I'm a little confused because I thought I was in trouble for my report being late, but instead I am being talked to about policy and procedure."

"I understand that, but when you realize that you were not going to make your deadline, you should have sent Victoria an email letting her know. From now on do you think you can do that?" John says while Victoria nods in the background.

Seeing my boss look towards her while giving me his instructions, pissed me right the hell off! Then to see her struggling to keep from grinning like a Cheshire cat made me want to jump out of my seat and punch her right in the face!

I get it, you're my boss's daughter, but that doesn't give you the right to walk in here and run this department! That is... If that is what she was brought in to do, train up so Daddy can put her in a position more worthy of his name...

Knowing very well that anything I say at this point isn't going to matter, I simply nod and agree. "Okay. I will follow proper protocol and channels going forward. May I go back to work?"

"Yes." Says John.

Standing up, Victoria walks up to me and then escorts me out the door. When I turn around she is shutting it behind her. Returning to my desk, I can feel the sympathetic looks of my co-workers as I walk the lonely miles back to my cubicle alone. Sitting down in my chair I feel like the loneliest woman in the world. In less than a month my home of twenty years has gone from relaxed to on edge. What used to be a great environment has gone dark. Looking around at the few people I can see, they too are reflecting the strain that the new secretary is putting on them. Blinking my eyes several times, I purge my thoughts and get back to my work. Because of the delay earlier, I know I am going to be working late.

At around nearly 8 pm I finally finish. Throwing on my coat and grabbing my purse, I log off my workstation. Normally I work 8-5, but today was 12 grueling hours of hell. Making my way to the elevator banks, I see the light on in John's office. He is never here past 5:30 because Jane expects him to be home for dinner. Good for her. If a man is allowed to work late too much, he eventually will never leave the office. I have seen to many relationships fail because of that, including mine.

Fuck you Lisa and your bigger boobs, firmer ass and insatiable sexual appetite!

Thinking he left it on, I decide to swing by and turn it off for him. When I approach however, I hear a woman's voice and it is a voice that I instantly know and hate.

Victoria Black.

Walking up to John's office I see that the door is partially closed. Standing off in the shadows, I peer inside to see what's going on. My boss leaning back in his chair and his assistant is standing in front of him with her blouse wide open and her big and bulky bra hanging right out! My eyes opening wide, I have to cover my mouth to keep from screaming out what I am currently doing in my head, "John, no!"

Talking on the phone, she is sounding every bit the presumptuous bitch she is. "I understand you want him home for dinner, but your husband has a lot of work to do. I'm sorry but right now he needs to be here. No, I will not put Mr. Silverman on the phone. I told you he is too busy. I don't care if you are his wife, he's not going to talk to you right now! No, he's not cheating on you, get a grip. Unlike you, I have standards. Okay? Yeah, good bye."

*Crack!*

Slamming the phone down on the receiver, Victoria rolls her eyes. "Doesn't she know she's interrupting some very important work?" She asks then drops to her knees.

Did she really just say "she has standards" then go down on her middle aged, out of shape boss?

When John starts groaning in pleasure is when I make my exit. I have no reason to watch that bitch become a home wrecking slut. As I walk into the elevator and push the button, I am asking myself to many questions all at the same time. Why is she doing this? Why is John ruining his marriage? Is it because he wants to feel young again? Is there trouble at home? So many questions flood my brain now that they're no longer coherent and it doesn't stop until I am outside in the parking garage lighting up a cigarette.

After one month and everything has changed.

With Victoria now the face of management, no one ever sees John anymore. Hell, he's not even at the office like he used to be! Because she is practically running the floor for him, this allows him to go and do things with none other than his boss, Charlie Black. I really wish that John would see that this behavior could cost him his job. The Blacks have always been ruthless and undercutting. Back in the day, Charlie was infamous for getting to the top by exposing the weaknesses of his bosses. By taking on more and more work, he would free them up so they could go do what they wanted, but then it would bite them in the ass when it was revealed that Charlie was the one doing all of the work and the boss was now viewed upon as expendable and unnecessary.

Daughter dearest was obviously utilizing the same playbook. Difference is, Charlie was actually good at his work and deserved to get promoted. Victoria is nothing more than a pencil pusher who utilizes the work of others to hide her own deficiencies. However, the systems are now in place where it'll be all but impossible to expose that. I just hope that John figures it out before Victoria seamlessly replaces him as the new Executive Vice President.

Either way that seems to be the long-term goal. Coming into work a little late, I try to make it to my desk without the evil bitch noticing. Taking the long way to my desk, I am setting down my purse and just getting situated when the indelible sounds of her heels thumping on the carpet can be heard coming down the main concourse. Peering up over the edge of my cubicle I see her smug face and red hair coming closer. Praying that she turns, my heart sinks when she stops at my opening.

"Good morning Ms Garner. Did you sleep well?" Victoria says with a surprisingly genuine smile.

Taken off guard, I feel awfully comfortable. It must be those sparkling green eyes of hers. They feel warm and caring almost. Letting my guard down, I smile and sigh. "Yes, I did. How about you?"

"Oh, you know..." She says as the look cheerfulness slowly transforms into a mixture of confidence and arrogance. Pivoting slowly, I can hear the crunch of the carpet beneath her heels as her thighs come together. Pushing back her jacket, her stunning breasts seamlessly slide out and with a slight roll of her shoulders, they push out even more. "I always get my beauty sleep." Taking a moment to revel in her own greatness, she turns her head and looks straight at me. Her eyes instantly narrow as her perfectly arched eyebrows furrow and her red sparkling lips purse together. "But unlike you, that does not give me an excuse to be late."

Realizing that I had walked into another one of her little traps, I appear to be looking at her, but I'm looking below her chin. Sure she is pretty but I really hate looking at her face. Staring at her necklace, I happen to notice that her blouse is unbuttoned a little more than usual.

Usually she only has one, maybe two undone. Today it is three.

Could it be possible that she is ditching the conservative granny bra for a more sexy one that allows her to at least show off some cleavage? Sitting in my seat I cannot tell, but when I look down from her exposed chest and see the stitching and outline of her bra cups bleeding through the tight blouse, I already have my answer. Nope.

When I glance back up, I can see that the corner of her mouth is twitching. Either she is uncomfortable with me staring at her boobs, or is trying to hide the fact that she enjoys it. When I look back up into her eyes meekly, it finally releases into a grin. "I did not mean to be late. Traffic was pretty backed up this morning."I say and then look back down again. It's what you do when confronted by people who enjoy power. Showing them weakness only encourages them more. It is a good tactic to keep assholes off your back.

"I'm sorry, but that is not an excuse. Everyone else here, including me makes it to work on time or early. You are a manager and I expect you to lead by example. However, I cannot let this go so I will be notating it in your file and it will be added to your quarterly review." Victoria says and then and walks away from my cubicle.

When I was listening, I was checking out her skirt. Even though it appeared to look different, some patterns begin to emerge. One, they are all high waist; and two, the part that wraps around her stomach is always decorative or there is always a belt. Besides the usual hugging of her hips and incredible ass, I couldn't help but notice something extra bulging into that oppressively tight skirt.

My eyes opened wide just a little bit, I knew that shape. Plenty of women have them, but not like this.

Yes, I was literally eye level with Victoria's treasure box.

Jesus, big tits, hourglass shape with a perfect round ass and now a big and fat pussy? Either this woman is a one in a million, or she has an impressive surgeon. Figuring it to be the latter, I decide that maybe I should just try to find out. Is she real, or is she a fraud? Either way I don't know why a woman with a canyon crotch would want to have anything to do with John. According to his wife, he's maybe average in size and his stamina is lacking. I already know the answer, she either wants his money like I originally thought, or his job. Which one I am not quite sure yet, but if I had to guess, she is using him to get rid of him.

My thoughts are broken when that swollen ass swishes away. Rolling in smart circles, it is incredibly tight and incredibly perfect. I know I have a great butt, but mine jiggles a little too much in my opinion now. When she disappears I suddenly realize that I have been holding my breath. Exhaling hard, I collect myself finally gets to work.

Later on in the day, as I am working on another mundane project, I cannot help but think about Victoria again.

One in a million...

Or really good surgeon.

Looking through my email box I see that there is nothing else being asked me to do and the project I am working on is pretty much done, so I decided to go see what Miss Thing was doing to occupy her time. As I walk up to her desk at the head of the office, conveniently in front of John's office, I'm thinking of a good reason to speak to her. Now that management has pretty much been cut off because of her following policy, almost no one ever approaches her ever and when they do she usually shoos them away. Hoping I have thought of something legitimate, I approach her desk where I see her sitting in her chair filing her nails.

Practically stretched out, her legs are lazily crossed while her blouse is gaping open. Seeing what little of her chest is not covered by her enormous bra, I take one more step and hope that I can see a little bit of a cleavage sticking out. Nope, but I do see that her shoulder straps are rather loose. Sticking out where it meets the top of her cup, it looks rather weird.

Every woman I know with a large bust always complains about their bra straps digging into their shoulders and leaving impressions. When I see this that immediately invalidates the natural option.

So Big Boobs Black bought a pair of bolt-ons, figures.

Seeing that she still hasn't looked up, I decided to make my presence known so she doesn't think that I am standing there and leering. "Good afternoon Miss Black. I need a file and you have the key. It is imperative because my report is due by 3:00."

"I didn't get an email for a file request." Victoria says lamely, obviously more interested in keeping her manicured nails perfect, than actually doing anything called work.

"I understand I violated the protocol established by you and John, but I was afraid that the email may be delayed and I know how important it is that this gets turned in on time." I explain, hoping that my little ego stroke will get me what I want.

Curling the corner of her red and sparkling lips just a little, she sets down the file and then sits up in her chair. When she does I can see that her skirt is unzipped and I can see a sliver of her back peeking out between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her black silk panties. "Okay. Just remember to manage your time better next time okay?"

"Yes ma'am."I say sounding like an obedient student.

Standing up, she reaches around her back and zips up then fiddles with her blouse before opening top drawer to her desk and pulling out the key to the filing cabinets. With her leading the way, I am **** to watch through my peripheral vision the snap and roll of her perky and round ass. Conveniently, that skirt has to clearly show off each perfect swell like icing on the cake. The only solace that I allow myself is the fact that when she gets older, that big ass thing is going to fall and she's going to need to wear those butt support straps around her thighs just to keep it up, hehe!

When we reach the filing cabinets, she stops and turns, twirling the little key ring in circles around her pinky. "Which file do you need?"

"Peterson, please." I say with the utmost respect.

Happening to be the one between us and on the bottom, she rolls her eyes and bends over to unlock it. Having to give it a couple of tugs, it finally flies open and she picks it out.

The entire time, I was looking right down her blouse. With it unbuttoned as much as it is, there is nothing obstructing the view. Staring right at the enormous bra cups that completely cover up her boobs, I am looking for the traditional drop that heavy breasts, or implants, normally create.

But, it never happens.

The top of her bra cups are still touching her chest and those bra straps are still hanging limply forward.

The last time I saw that was back in middle school. The girl's name was Chelsea Pinkerton and she was stuffing her bra.

Thinking about that as I stare at Victoria's huge and jutting boobs, something just does not compute. First, no one our ages still stuff their bra and two, they're just simply too big! Still searching for an answer, I come up with one rather conveniently. It must be because she just had them redone or something like that. Yeah, that's it.

Standing back up, she hands me the file and then quickly tugs down on her blouse. "The Peterson file. Make sure you return it to me when you're done." She says kicking the drawer closed and wiggling away.

Taking it with me back to my desk, I am still kind of confused by what I saw. Something still did not feel right even though I came up with a plausible excuse. Either way if she was a bra stuffer, John would DEFINITELY have known by now and probably have said something.

After that, I never really gotten any more chances except the day she came in wearing a long sweater and a pair of leggings. It was winter time and it was the first really cold day. That usually meant skirts and button-up blouses were ditched for warmer apparel. Instead of her normal heels, she was wearing a pair of running shoes, but they definitely weren't made for running. The soles were three inches thick and when she walked around that day her heels were popping out. Of course, I got a whole lot of eye fulls of her large vagina. I already suspected that she had a canyon between her legs, but seeing her in those leggings confirmed it. It also confirmed that she indeed did have a very tight ass even though it was big. She must work out or something because it never jiggles. Not even a little. Unfortunately for us that was her favorite outfit all winter long, tight sweaters and stretch pants. She may have looked incredibly hot, but by now her demeanor was wearing down the novelty of having a Playboy cover worthy woman strolling around the office in extremely tight clothes. There was a question that did start circulating around shortly after she started coming to work wearing leggings and yoga pants everyday...

Did she keep it natural, or was it shaved?

The only man who seemed to possibly be able to answer that question was John, but he was never around and when he was, his assistant was always by his side.

One day when I was walking by the supply closet, I caught the two of them in there making out. She had her hands down his pants while he was touching her over her clothes. Giggling and moaning like kids, he was thoroughly enjoying rubbing her muffin while playing with one of her obnoxiously big boobs. When I saw that I immediately turned to walk away when I heard her say something that made me stop.

"So, when are you going to leave that dumpy old lady of yours? You know, Jane? I mean you guys hardly ever do it and you can't keep your hands off me..."

"I know... But..." John says hesitantly.

Shocked at this development, I'm kind of surprised that he is not more on board with divorce. Maybe it's because he would lose nearly everything he's worked for? Or maybe Victoria isn't putting out like I thought she was.

"But what? You know that I am definitely an upgrade and besides, I can make you happy in ways that she can only dream of."

"I know baby, but..."

"But what? I already told you, when you get a divorce and we get married then we can have sex. We can have all the sex you want..."

Spinning around, I walk up to the door and carefully peek around to see Victoria dropping to her knees to give John another blowjob. Topless, she's wearing that big and bulky white bra, which is surprising because by now I think should be wearing something much sexier or taking it off. And then there's the fact that like her skirt, her yoga pants are cut high with the waist stopping just below her belly button. Tight as usual, I think I see what looks a little muffin top bulging out the top.

"Probably because those pants are way to tight." I whisper very softly then leave.

So, it seems like John is on the fence. If Victoria would just bed him already he would have left Jane a long time ago, but she's holding out, why? She doesn't come off as a Christian. Normally I wouldn't even ask, it's none of my business, but how she acts and how much she loves to show off and get attention, it does make me wonder.

What could Miss Thing not want to show John until she has him hooked with a pre-nup?

Battling back and forth whether to investigate or not, I end up deciding that it's really none of my business. What John, Jane and Victoria do is their business. I decide that going back to work and keeping my nose down is the best idea. The last thing I want to do is Garner, pardon the pun, the ire of Miss Black.

Three months later.

"You have to participate in the company charity event, Victoria. It is a requirement."

"But I don't want to! Can't I just donate some money or something? God knows I have plenty!"

"This was talked about when you were hired on, sweetie. It was a part of the contract you signed. All employees must participate in one charity event a year. You are coming up on your one year anniversary and you bailed on the Christmas event and the fall event before that."

"So what? Don't I get a choice on how I want to participate?"

"No, you don't."

Peeking around the door frame, I see John pacing back and forth in front of his desk with Victoria sitting in his chair! Last time I checked he was the Executive Vice President and she was the goddamn secretary! Why am I at John's door? Because Victoria wasn't at her desk and after waiting for what felt like 20 minutes, I decided to go right to the boss. I had already wasted over an hour searching the resource center and coming up with zilch. I know I have a deadline, but this is too good to pass up so I decide to stand there and listen for a little while longer.

Coming to a stop, John turns and looks at his mistress, his hands pushing back his jacket as he straddles his waist. "Maybe you're looking at this all the wrong way." Stopping there, he knows that if he says too much to her she will be able to outwit him. In fact everyone has kind of learned this. The less you say to her, the less she has to say back which is a win-win.

"Really... The way I see it is I won't get all hot and sweaty. You know how much I hate getting sweaty." Victoria says, her obnoxious pretty girl attitude coming out in full ****.

"Yes, but you get to wear really sexy athletic wear and I'm sure you will put all of the other women in the office to shame. Not just the office, but the entire building! Think about it, tight leggings, sports bra, your superior curves on display. The other women will loathe you as they ooze with jealousy and rage! You're the hottest woman ever to grace this company's portfolio! Don't you remember how much fun you had when you did that magazine cover shoot last month?" John says, pulling out every sales trick in the book. He has to if he ever wants her compliance on anything.

The magazine cover... I remember that. She couldn't stop talking about it for a month! In fact she made sure that every desk had one and if we didn't have it out where she could see it, she would simply throw down another one. It was the most vain and shallow thing I have ever seen. Every time I close my eyes and think about it, all I see is her posing with her big ass facing the camera and turned so her giant tits are showing too. All she needed was a glass of wine sitting on top of that ass and it would have looked like a clothed version of Kim Kardashian's cover shoot from years ago.

Biting my lip, I take a deep breath and step inside. "Hi, I am so sorry to interrupt, but I really need you to review this John before I submit it. I was going to ask Victoria to look it over and give me suggestions, but she wasn't at her desk. Actually it's even better now because the both of you are in here so you can look it over together." I say as I hold out the finished looking product.

Walking over, I can see the sense of relief washing over John's face. Taking it from me he flips through it and nods and then walks over to Victoria who takes it and actually starts to read it.

Flipping through the pages, she immediately grabs a pen from the desk and starts scribbling all over it. It's kind of funny because when she does this, the tip of her tongue slides out from the corner of her mouth. It reminds me of "Peanuts". Whenever the kids are doing homework or writing something down, they do that.

When she stands up and proceeds to walk over and hand it back to me, she pushes it right into my chest. "This is completely not right. I need you to do it over and submit it to me via email by midnight, okay? After that I will send it over on your behalf."

Taking it, I grind my teeth a little, but I don't let her see it. Lately she has been doing this. Something tells me she has been stealing my work and submitting it in as her own. Also rumors are going around the office that John is starting to feel a little bit of heat. His performance is starting to suffer and I guess in the last executive meeting he couldn't even talk about what was going on in his own office. Thankfully he had Victoria there because she was able to salvage his portion.

Taking it, I'm just about to leave when Victoria spins on her heels and puts her hands on her tight little waist. "I have also thought about what you said and fine. I'll go. Nothing would make me happier than to see grown women cry." She says and then sticks her hip out flamboyantly, no doubt pushing out those monstrosities too.

Listening to the Bitch in Chief sound like a complete... Well bitch, I walk out of the office fuming. "This is a charity event not some photo shoot..." Returning to my desk, I sit down and look at my calendar. The event is on Friday afternoon. Checking the weather forecast, it promises to be a scorcher. Remembering how much she objected to sweating, I couldn't help but grin evilly.

I wonder what everyone will think of Miss Pretty Thing Fat Ass Big Tits when her makeup is dripping in globs down her face?

Arriving at the local high school for the charity cross country run, I head to the locker room so I can get changed. Hoping to see Victoria there, I'm a little dismayed to not find her. Stripping down with the other women, I don't mind being seen naked. A lot of them do and many keep their bras and panties on until till the end where they drag their bra out of the sleeves of their shirts. Slinging the backpack full of water on my back after getting dressed, I leave the locker room and head to the starting area with a few other women with me. When I arrive I see the familiar head of red already there and hanging out with the men who are all taking turns ogling her hot and curvy body.

Clad in pink athletic gear, she is wearing a sports bra and high waist stretch pants. It's kind of surprising that Miss Skinny continues to hide her stomach, but when I walk up to greet everyone, it's washboard flat. Looking at me through a pair of matching pink sunglasses, she has an arrogant smirk on her face as she stands there with her big tits pushed right out for everyone to look at. She does know that there is no way you can miss those planet-sized orbs, right? I mean, they take up her entire chest for crying out loud! Anyways, even though she is wearing sunglasses I can still feel her eyes analyzing me up and down, seeing how we compare. I'm wearing a tank top and running shorts along with a pair of running shoes. It is then that I notice how short she really is. Without those 5-in heels propping her up, she has to be no taller than 5'2, maybe 5'3, but that's pushing it.

"So, are you ready to get your ass handed to you today?" Victoria says posing with one hand on her pushed out hip.

Looking her up and down, that outfit looks like it's ready to burst. Hugging every contour and curve of her body, it is easy to see that her abs and thighs are pretty hard.

Just like her tits.

Which are supported by an extremely large sports bra. She may as well have worn a tank top.

"I'm sure you will, just looking at you it is obvious that you are in far better shape than me. But the point of this is not about winning. It's for the kids." I respond trying to take some of the edge off.

"You're right." Victoria says, her almost aggressive posture easing off quite a bit. "Whoever wins doesn't matter, but at the end of it all I'll still be pretty, prettier than you." Giving her ponytail a toss, she spins right around and nearly slaps me in the face with it before walking off with one hand perched permanently on her narrow waist.

Honestly, at first I thought she was turning a new leaf, but then when she said those last words I knew that I was only fooling myself. The woman is a bitch plain and simple.

When it is announced that the race is about to start, everyone gathers at the starting line. The cross country is only a mile, but it cuts through the woods so at least it will be pretty and the trees will certainly help cut down on the oppressive heat. Holding a pistol into the air, the CEO counts down from three. "Three, two, one, go!"

*Pop!*

Off we go with everyone taking it at their own pace. Jumping out to an early lead, Victoria dazzles the crowd with the sway of her hips and the roll of her ass. No doubt those big boobs are finally bouncing. They are probably heaving so hard that they're threatening to smack her in the face!

Going at a more leisurely jog, we're not that far into the race when everyone that Victoria left behind is walking, jogging and even running by her. Passing by myself, she is off the trail and breathing hard while leaning up against a tree. I mean, it's pretty funny that the woman who just said she could kick my ass in a race is already dry heaving. However, I'm not a bitch so I pull off to the side and offer her some water.

Taking it, she guzzles it right down. "Thanks, I got it from here. See you at the finish line." She says, scrunching it up and then tossing it to the ground.

Watching as she runs off again, I bend down and pick up her litter and put it away in my backpack. Resuming my leisurely pace, I don't see her for a bit, until I round the corner and there she is holding out the front of her sports bra dripping with sweat. Slowing down I am already digging into my backpack to offer her another bottle when she waves me away.

"No no, I'm good, just airing out the girls. I'd let you see, but then that would make you a dyke and I don't like lesbians." She says with a cute smile.

Shrugging my shoulders I put it back and continue on my way. In all the time I've worked with her I have never heard her make disparaging comments about anyone. I know she can be a bitch, but she usually keeps it just about work. Now I've heard her openly remark about gays at a work event. I could report this and try to get her fired, but who would believe me? I have no proof other than my word. Irregardless, I know I should at least bring it up, but to be fair, I really don't care. She is entitled to have her thoughts and she is entitled to share them.

Eventually I reach the finish line and already there are a few who are there first with many more coming up from behind. With everyone together, we all go off to the cafeteria for the banquet and it is not until we are eating and drinking in celebration of another successful event that someone pipes up and asks where Victoria went.

"Has anyone seen Vicki?"

Slowly, everyone starts looking around. Not seeing her, many shrug their shoulders and figure she probably just went straight home. When I look over at John he isn't doing anything, it's like he doesn't even care and that's because you know who is sitting next to him.

Jane, his wife.

Looking at her, I can see that she is smiling and being very chatty with everyone, but I cannot help but wonder what she's really feeling and thinking right now. Does she know that her husband is cheating on her? Does she actually know or she still just suspicious? Is she going to leave him? Or is she going to stay and pray that he is still being faithful? Something tells me that she is staying and praying because that's what most women do.

Either way, unlike the others, I'm not going to sit back and not at least attempt to look for Victoria. She is not my most favorite person in the world, but when I saw her out on the run she just looked very distraught. I mean she barely ran 70 yards and she was sweating like a pig and trying to get air any which way she can! On a hunch, I leave the cafeteria of the high school and head down to the locker rooms. Pushing open the door, I am immediately bombarded by the steam of a hot shower. Walking through the mist, I enter the shower area where one curtain is closed and on the bench opposite it, is pink athletic gear. About to turn and leave, for some reason I decide to be nosy and walk up to her pile of clothes. That's when the water suddenly shuts off and a hand reaches around to grab the towel that is hanging on a hook. Racing back around the corner, I am again hiding in the shadows like a Peeping Tom and waiting for Miss Thing to come out.

When she does my jaw drops.

Never in a million years did I expect to see what I am seeing now.

Completely overwhelmed and still confused like everything when I come into work Monday morning, I exit the elevator and pass by John's office. For the first time in what feels like forever he is actually in there doing something! This is great! My boss is actually at work! Smiling when I am passing Victoria's desk two steps later, I feel a strange sense of coldness overtake me. Sitting up like a lady, she is clacking away on her computer with her headset nestled neatly on top of her head. Seeing her wearing that button up blouse and that tight pencil skirt starts to make my blood boil. Feeling my blood pressure rise I continue on my way before I say or scream anything stupid. Sitting down, I get ready to start my day and before I know it I am literally slamming everything that I touch.

*Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!*

Slowly heads start appearing above the cubicles. Feeling eyes all around me, I don't care. For whatever reason the moment I saw Victoria I got really really pissed off.

I know... But... It's nothing. Oh, it's something! But it's just not worth it.

I mean like so pissed off, that if she came over to my cubicle right now I would break her face so badly that no one would ever recognize her again!

"Excuse me, what seems to be the problem here?"

Hearing her voice, the pen I am holding in my hand cracks. Turning my head slowly I look and see that big titted bimbo staring down at me. Perched on her stupid high heels, she's got her little hands stuck to her waist while sticking those obnoxious things out like always. Looking forward and taking a deep breath, I exhale slowly, and loudly. Trying my best to calm down and slow down my heart rate, I think I am okay when I turn to look to at her again. "Nothing, okay? I'll be fine. Just please let me get to work." I say, trying to keep my voice steady and even keeled.

Hearing the toe of her designer hooker heel tap softly off the carpet and that annoying clicking of her tongue, it feels like forever when she decides to respond. "I'm sorry Shelly, but I'm going to have to ask you to go home. Your attitude is completely inappropriate for the workplace. Let's try again tomorrow okay?"

Breathing like a red-eyed bull, my hands start clenching so hard that I can feel my fingernails puncturing my skin. "No."

Not used to being challenged, Victoria takes a step closer, her face twisting into one of annoyance at my insubordinate behavior. "Excuse me? Did you just say no to me?"

Spinning in my chair, I look up at her with the most pissed off face I have ever worn. "Yes princess. I said no! Now get the fuck away from me!"

Literally raising my voice, I swear the entire office can hear me. All around us heads are poking up and around cubicles as they listen in, or try to watch, the escalating confrontation happening in the middle of the floor. I know that I'm setting myself up real quick to get fired, but what this woman does and continues to get away with has broken the last straw.

"No, that's not going to fly around here. Pack up your desk, you're fired!" Victoria roars, pointing her finger squarely towards the elevator bank!

Jumping from my seat, I get to within a foot of her face. Wanting to just unload everything that I am feeling inside, all of that pent-up anger and hatred for the woman who has marched in here and completely turned this office upside down, I open my mouth to speak but then all of a sudden my hand comes flying around like a sledgehammer and nails her square in the side of her stupid little face!

*POW!*

Spinning right around and crashing to the floor like a sack of potatoes, she's momentarily laid out looking like a pretzel. I hit her pretty damn hard, but she is pretty tough because when she opens her eyes, she looks up at me with daggers.

"You are SO going to pay for that." She growls as she climbs back to her feet. Wearing that tight skirt and those tall high heels, it is quite a feat of balance that she didn't have to take them off. Staring me down, I stare back at her and when I do there is a huge swath of makeup missing from her face! When other people start murmuring about it, Victoria slowly raises her hand to her cheek while I look down at my hand. Covered in makeup, I look back up at her and for the first time I see fear. Next thing I know I hear a loud crack and blood is spurting from my nose!

Wringing out her hand, Victoria is wincing. That punch was hard and she nailed me right in the nose, but she hurt herself in the process. With so many people watching, it is more than guaranteed that both of us are going to be gone now and we both know it. With nothing left to hold us back, we lunge at each other like two wild animals!

Latching on to each other, we dig and we claw, trying to grab hold of anything we can. Naturally hair is the first to be pulled and when I give hers a mighty yank, her head snaps back and then she stumbles away. When I look down I see that my fist is filled with hair. Turning it over, I see the little bits of glue and clips and I realize that I yanked out her extensions!

Reaching immediately for her head, Victoria can feel that a good portion of her long and beautiful hair is gone! What is left over is still okay, but it's not nearly as thick and as wavy as she has been trying to sell!

All around us, everyone is watching and starting to laugh. The big bad bitch boss is getting her ass handed to her and rightfully so! She does have a few supporters, but those are only the people that she shows favor to and if it were not for her patronage, they probably would be working in the mail room. Thankfully she has made far more enemies than allies and nearly the entire office is cheering for me!

"Kick her ass Shel!"

"Yeah come on, kick her butt!"

"Well look at that, big bad Vicki isn't so bad after all, look she's about to cry!"

Looking at my opponent, I can see that she is fighting back her tears. Going into a rage, she comes at me like a linebacker and even in those heels, she is surprisingly quick! Throwing all of her body weight into it, she barrels me into the wall of my cubicle! Breaking right through it, we crash over the desk like a couple of WWE wrestlers! Going back to our cat fighting, she grabs a handful of my hair and pulls with everything she has! Rearing my head back, I shout out in pain and then wrap my hand around her throat. **** her, she starts punching me repeatedly in the face until I let go. Glaring at each other, we go back to pulling on each other's clothes and pushing on each other's faces when my hand finds her jaw and I'm able to get her off of me. Rising back to our feet, she comes lunging at me again but this time I'm ready for it and I connect with a hard slap to the other side of her face! Wiping my hands on my pants, I smear them with her heavy makeup. When she twists back to look at me, one of her eyes is a different color.

"Are you wearing fucking contacts?" I yell out so everyone can hear me.

Turns out that they were not only for her vanity, but she was kind of blind without them. Rearing back to take a swing, she misses by a mile. Blinking her eyes rapidly, she tries again and this time I catch it and twist her arm behind her back.

"OOOWWWWWWWWIIIIIEEEE!!! LEMME GO, YOU'RE HURTING MEEEE!" She whines pathetically, sounding like a petulant brat instead of a strong and confident woman.

Hearing this little high-pitched voice coming from the office floor terror sends everyone into fits of laughter! Even her supporters have to laugh, they never thought in a million years that the woman they secretly looked up to was a big baby!

"Who wants to see her tits?" I suddenly yell out to which nearly everyone is screaming in approval!

Running up to try and break us up is John, but he is too little too late. Coming to a stop a few feet away, he slaps his hands to his face, looking at the destruction of not only his office, but of his beautiful girlfriend right before his eyes, he is paralyzed and also revealed to be a coward in front of his employees.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Victoria screams and desperately tries to wiggle her self out of the arm lock, but a little twist of her wrist sends her screaming again in agony. Feeling her slump against my body, I reach around to the front of her button up blouse, the one that is extra extra tight, and stick my fingers between the buttons right in the middle of her tremendous assets.

"I hope you're wearing something worthy of showing off bitch!" I yell and then give the most powerful yank ever!

*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!!! POP POP POP POP POP!!!!!!*

Like a machine gun, those buttons pop off flying everywhere! Ripping her shirt clean off, I unveil the crybaby bitch's big and bulky bra! Slipping away from my loosened grip Victoria stumbles and does a turn, the thick straps sliding right off her narrow shoulders as she inadvertently flashes everyone the ugly and matronly looking thing!

White as snow, there is little to no feminine decoration on it besides a cute bow between the massive cups. Completely utilitarian, the cups are surrounded by the base of the bra itself and stitched together from three different cuts of silk. Earlier when I spun her around and I put her in the arm lock, the heavy weight from her chest as it swung around was missing. In a feeble attempt to cover up her boulder holder, she wraps her skinny arms around it.

Sorry honey, those things are just too big to cover up like that!

Seeing everybody laughing at her, it looks like she's about to give up and bawl like a baby, but her pride takes over and she comes charging at me with her fist rearing back to deliver what she hopes to be a decisive blow.

It also is the same tactic that she just tried a minute ago... Really?

Having had success cracking me in the nose, I have a hunch that she is going to try it again. When she steps up and takes that big swing, I catch her fist right where I hope it would be. Then I unleash a punch of my own right into her big left boob! Feeling it completely depress, she looks down and then back up in complete shock! Not sure what to do, she suddenly bursts out screaming as if I hurt her, but it was too little too late.

Or maybe not. Sometimes the reaction to pain is delayed, especially when adrenaline is involved. Either way, I got to punch the bitch right in that big and stupid left tit of hers!

"YOU'RE GOING TO DIE!!!" Victoria suddenly screams and lunges for my waist. Stepping back, she misses the tackle, but she does get my skirt. Ripping it down she flashes everyone my underwear.

If anyone was expecting a sexy thong or those cheeky butt panties or something like that, I'm sorry, but I prefer comfort. Wearing a pair of panty briefs, they still look cute and they definitely show off my good looking butt. I just wish it didn't jiggle as much. That and my thighs. I really should go to the gym and firm them up. Maybe get a tan?

Instead of worrying about my state of dress, or undress, I see the bitch laying face first on the floor with my skirt still in her hands. Seeing a golden opportunity, I take a step forward and bend right over. Behind me I hear wolf whistles.

"Yeah Shelly, you still got it!"

Pinching the zipper to her long pencil skirt, I ratchet it right down! When it splits I am staring at an eyeful of black silk and two very healthy butt cheeks filling them out! Looking up at everyone, I hold up my hand and then start raining down a good old-fashioned spanking on that big fat ass!

Of course they cheer at the idea of the big baby bitch getting a well-deserved spanking!

*FWUMP FWUMP FWUMP!!!*

Echoing loud and far, it is definitely NOT the sound of flesh getting whaled upon.

"HEEEEEEEEY!!!!! STOP SPANKING ME! YOU CAN'T DO THAT! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" Victoria screams bloody ****!

Hearing the crowd laugh, I can also see that they are sensing that something is up.

Perfect.

"Okay." I say calmly and then step away.

Staggering back to her feet, Victoria immediately starts rubbing her butt as if it hurt. With her face bright red and all of the contouring gone from her makeup, she really does look like an overgrown child trapped in a woman's body. "You think it's funny to just spank me like that? Wait till I spank your butt!" Victoria blubbers, sounding completely lame and out of touch.

And pathetic, I cannot forget pathetic!

Hearing this, the office bursts out laughing all over again!... But did it ever stop?

Seeing her standing there pathetically and losing the battle of the tears, I walk up to her calmly. Having lost the will fight back, I fill my hands with her skirt and yank it down.

Sliding off surprisingly easy, not only do two big foam hip pads tumble out, but so does her belly! Sticking out like a ball of fat, it hangs slightly over the waistband of her big and black granny panties!

Stepping back, I observe my handiwork as she stands there inverting her toes. Crossing her quivering and skinny legs she is openly crying.

"Well, so much for those hips!"

"At least she still got that ass!'

"And those tits!"

Men... They can be really dense, didn't they listen or watch anything?!?

"What the fuck are you idiots talking about? That shit is so fake! Haven't you ever spanked a butt before? It makes a slapping sound."

Thank God there are women in the room who know a thing or two!

Blubbering something or another, it's obvious that Victoria is trying to deny that anything else on her amazing figure is fake. "I'm real, I'm real! I swear I don't stuff! Please, just let me go! I promise to be good!"

Whoa whoa whoa! Did she just inadvertently admit that she stuffs? I don't know if everyone picked up on that, but I wasn't about to let that go! "Wait a second, I didn't hear anyone accuse you of stuffing? Are you stuffing your bra, Vicki?"

This got everyone to shut up immediately! With the office going quiet, everyone is listening...

*Snort sniffle snort...* "Nooooo..." She says meekly and defensively as she crosses her arms over her chest again.

Rolling my eyes, I walk up to her and stand beside her. Feeling the clasps and hooks on her back, of which there is only three, I pinch them apart.

Instead of blowing open, the wide torso straps simply fall apart and hang limply behind her arms. Flipping over the enclosures, I read the tag out loud. "36DD... No wonder why your bra is so loose, it's too big for you!" I announce loudly as everyone can see for the first time that Victoria's so vain, and so insecure, that she even buys the wrong size bra on purpose. The cups may be the right size, but the most important part is definitely too big. I had a remedy for this. Stepping in front of her, I pull her arms away. Instead of falling off and revealing its contents, it just hangs there. Grabbing the top of the cup I start to pull.

In an office so quiet that the sound of a pin dropping could be heard, the deafening sound of double-sided fabric tape echoes gently off the walls and the ceiling. When I pull the bra away, what is left behind is simply astounding.

Shocking even.

Everybody was silent and breathless as they stared at the one and only tits of Victoria Black.

Only, they weren't her tits, technically.

They were certainly unique, I'll give her that.

Instead of a pair of tits, or even implants, Victoria had two massive foam domes taped to her pathetic and scrawny chest! The falsies were so big that they are **** to point away from each other! The only reason they stuck out at all was because of her bra!

Seeing this mockery of a chest, the crowd starts laughing so hard that a few are crying and one even pees their pants!

"Oh fuck! I think I just pissed a little!"

The nameless employee is not the only one to have a little accident. Standing there with her face stretched in shock, Victoria silently joins them. When nothing can be seen ejecting from her big and bulging pussy lips still covered by her panties, the evidence is soon revealed when something starts inflating behind it. Popping out from the leg holes on either side of her "big" crotch is something white and incredibly familiar to any parent.

I guess there was even more evidence then I realized. Standing behind her, a few people are pointing and laughing. Pushing gently on her shoulder, the redhead slowly spins around and that's when I see it. Sticking out from the top of her big underwear is white and pink plastic. Deciding that now is as good a time as ever to strip off her panties, I hook my fingers into the waistband and give them a quick pull. When they fall her last secrets are revealed. Not only are her panties padded in the crotch and the butt, but she is also wearing a diaper!

No wonder why the padding in the panties are surprisingly thin, they were made specifically to mask, not enhance

When I look at John, the look on his face is priceless. Completely not expecting any of this, it is obvious he has never seen her in anything less than her clothing. Looking at her now, any lagging sexual interest he may have had is now gone. Feeling like a complete fool, he simply turns and walks away shaking his head.

Too bad because there was still a burning question in my mind along with everyone else's.

Does Victoria shave or does she keep it squeaky clean?

Grabbing the tabs of her now bulging and dripping wet diaper, I pull them apart and it falls with a thud on the floor. When I look down, I along with everybody else, is greeted by the hairiest and gnarliest looking pussy anyone has ever seen.

Instantly everyone starts to gag and look away. It's obvious why it's so unruly. Victoria probably has never ever let a man get anywhere close to her womanhood. To be honest, I won't be surprised if she is still a virgin. Leaning in to her ear, I whisper that very question. "Vicki... Honey? Are you still a virgin?"

Slowly nodding her head yes, I step back and burst out laughing. Everyone else does too because, even though they could not hear my question, they all know what I was asking.

"I think it's time for you to go home." I say to her to which she nods in agreement. "But before you go, I need you to take off your high heels and give me your boobs. I think after today, you're not going to be needing them anymore."

Completely broken and compliant, Victoria grabs the top of those giant foam falsies and peels them off. When she does, she reveals the truth about her chest. Like the scrawny ass behind her, it is completely flat and the nipples topping it are tiny and pink. The only way to know that she even hit puberty was by the thick thatch of hair covering her crotch. Just to make sure that she didn't fake it, I reach down and give it a pull. Hearing her yelp, I step back and then announce it to the crowd.

"Yes, it is real!" I yell out triumphantly as she walks flat-footed and bare naked to the elevator.

Just before she pushes the button, she turns and looks at all of us. "Does anyone have something for me to wear? I don't want to go home naked."

Looking around, nobody offers up a stitch. Seeing her jacket resting on the back of her former chair, I walk up to it and then throw it at her. "You can cover up that pathetic excuse for a chest with this and your pussy is already covered, I think you're good."

"Okay..." She says, picking it up off the ground. Putting it on she turns away and it is quite comical to see that little bony butt hanging out below her jacket. Pushing the button, the elevator doors slide open immediately and she steps inside. The moment they close and it starts to go down, the sound of her loud wailing can be heard echoing from the shaft the entire time.

The End