Collect Madison

For a hot 24-year-old wearing tight business clothes, Madison sure screamed **** easily. She was setting a bad example for Babs and the other girls. I needed to do something.

I froze time, leaving Madison suspended in mid-air like a bounding gazelle, her beautiful lips frozen in a snarl. After carrying her back to my garbage cart, I methodically stripped her and neatly folded her clothes, making sure to thoroughly grope and pinch the gorgeous architect along the way.

"I'm going to teach you what **** means," I whispered, leaning over her ear.

There was some rope in the car. I pulled Madison's arms and legs behind her bare back, hogtying her in place. I also taped her mouth shut before tossing her body into the garbage cart and covering it up with a heavy tarp. She was now naked and helpless right in the middle of the office with no one the wiser.

The clothes I left in Jim's office. Explaining where those came from and where Madison went would be his problem.

I unfroze time. Babs smiled and waved to me. I smiled back at the cheerful secretary, and pushed the garbage cart with my prize to the freight elevator.