Renee

My secretary, Renee, was the first one to welcome me. She was a cute, bubbly, American-Asian woman that I had hired on as an intern a year or so ago, no more than 23, I believe. After her internship ran out, I decided to keep her on staff as she was friendly, efficient, and very helpful. She ran up to me, her smile beaming as usual as she held out a cup of coffee.

"Your usual sir!" She chirped with her usual peppiness. Despite always having coffee at home, she insisted that she make me some at the office. She always raved about "how helpful a good cup of coffee" was in the morning. She usually got to the office early and unlocked everything for me, then started making the coffee. It was always something different. Cuban, Americano, Latte, but whatever she made, it was extremely good and it was a great way to start off the day. "You have a few papers on your desk already for potential cases. Let me know if you, uh, need anything!" Renee looked down, biting her lip as her face reddened before scurrying off to her desk.

I went in to my office to begin my day, sorting through the cases and filling out reports that I needed to get done for past cases. For as glamorous as it looks on TV, a lot of what I do is casework, such as research, filings, and so on. Still, it was rather stressful. It was a lot to balance and were it not for someone like Renee to help around the office, it would definitely be a cluttered mess.

At about a half past twelve, she came in with a sandwich and some tea. I was hunched over my desk, my hair a mess as I scribbled down notes, toiling over my workload. She set the tray down on my desk, covering my papers. "You really need to take a break, sir! I don't think I've seen you leave the office since you got in this morning. Are you even remembering to breathe?" Renee giggled cutely as she walked around behind my chair. She placed her hands on my shoulders and began to massage them. It was a bit out of the ordinary, but I couldn't say it was not a welcome surprise. I leaned back and closed my eyes as her hands went to work.

"Damn, Renee, where did you learn to do that? That feels amazing?" I groaned as she got to work on my stress. She seemed to know exactly where to hit in order to relieve my pent-up pain.

"Well, I wouldn't be a very good secretary if I couldn't help my boss with *all* of his needs, now would I?" She said, continuing on.

The way she emphasized "all" was a bit odd, but maybe I was just hearing things. Her hands began to work their way down my chest, but I found myself to caught up in it to notice or even care. It was pretty harmless after all. "You work so hard, sir, and you barely ever get any thank you. No one seems to notice. But I do. I notice everything." She said, a sultry tinge to her voice as she leaned forward, her breath catching on my ear. I jolted in my seat, caught quite off guard.

"Renee, what are you doing?" I ask, catching my breath.

"Why, whatever do you mean, sir?" She responded, a sarcastic innocence in her voice.

"You were getting a little close, there. It... it caught me off guard!"

"Oh, did it?" She walked around and pushed my chair back, climbing on top of me. "I didn't mean to. Honest! I was just helping you out." She paused and brought her lips back to my ear as her breasts pressed against me. "You know, there are more ways I can help out."

"Renee- We can't! I'm... I'm married! Besides, what if someone comes in?" I ask in a panic. I felt trapped by her, like a fly caught in a spider's web.

"Oh, don't worry. I locked up and put up the 'out to lunch sign' so no one would bother us. And as for your wife," her teeth nibbled my ear as she began to breathe heavily, grinding on top of me, "I think I would make a better wife, don't you? I'm more attentive. I have a better body. I'm younger. And I am absolutely in love with you. Come on. Just once and if you don't like it, we don't ever have to do it again."