the day goes on

"Now, go outside your office, find the first person who is beneath you in status, bring him or her back into your office. Then bend over in front of that person, hike your skirt up, and beg him to make sure your anal warts are really gone. Tell the person you contracted them from a 18 year old high school kid."

"Please don't make me do this! Maryanne begged.

The next time you say that to me, you will finger fuck your ass for a full minute then suck your finger clean! Now keep your phone on the loudest ring setting and keep it on you at all times and make sure it's in working order. Ta ta!"

Maryanne slinked to her office door, she opened the door to see Gwen, the 21 year old intern carrying a file. "Um Gwen, can you come here please?"

"Sure thing, Miss Price," said the perky coed.

Maryanne led Gwen into her office, shut the door and locked it. She turned around, bent over, and hiked up her skirt. "Gwen, could you PLEASE check to see if all of my anal warts have gone away?" Maryanne cleared her throat and barely audible she said, "I contracted them from an 18 year old high school kid."

"Excuse me?" said Gwen in disbelief.

"Gwen, PLEASE, I need you to check and see if my anal warts have gone! Please help me!" said Maryanne, burning in shame and humilition.

"Well, I don't see any signs of any warts," said Gwen.

"Thank you!" said Maryanne standing up again. "Please don't tell anyone about this!"

"Um, OK, glad I could help," said Gwen staring around the room.

Maryanne let Gwen out and went back to her desk. The phone did not ring for a while and she tried to concentrate on work. At noon, it was time for lunch, so she got her brown bagged lunch of a cucumber and cheese sandwich, apple, energy drink, and sugar-free cookies. Then her phone rang again. "Fuck!" she said. "Hello."

"Now, you aren't about to eat lunch alone in your office are you?" said the mysterious stranger.