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Emily was beyond the point of being nervous. She went to the bathroom in her apartment and out on anti perspirant twice without even realizing it. Her daily ritual of rummaging through her closet normally took only about 15 minutes before finally deciding what to wear, but this time it was different. She heard the previous day that she was to meet with one of the higher level executives today, and the fact that it was a woman made her even more nervous.
If it was one thing the 23 year old brunette secretary learned from her short stint at the company, it was that women in the position of power and authority tended to use it wisely but at the same time, made you quite aware of where you stood in the corporate food chain. Male execs tended to display their authority like a badge, but with women it was different......you knew by their mannerisms, the tone of their voice, even the perfume they wore that they were in charge.
Emily felt she had to dress for success from the inside out, finally deciding on a black lace plunge bra, matching bikini panties and dark brown pantyhose...a skirt fitting just over the knees and a pink blouse completed the picture along with her black heels.
She finally got to the office and walked down the hallway just as nervous as she was when she got up, the usual occasional 'good mornings' exchanged before finally arriving at the manager's door.
The meeting never happened.
As she sat crosslegged in a chair, a person she had never seen before came in and offered her coffee. Crossing and re crossing her legs, Emily sat slowly sipping.
"Thank you," she said, smiling at the suspiciously gracious person. "When will the manager come in?....I have a meeting to take with her...."
What she was going to say next didn't matter.....the cup dropped from her hands as Emily passed out.
Another person entered the room and between the two of them the girl was bound tightly with her wrists behind her back and ankles tied....a black rubber ballgag was shoved in her mouth, the straps secured.
After checking to make sure the hallway was empty, the comatose girl was carried out and down the service elevator, down to the underground parking area and into the open back door of a waiting car.
If it was one thing the 23 year old brunette secretary learned from her short stint at the company, it was that women in the position of power and authority tended to use it wisely but at the same time, made you quite aware of where you stood in the corporate food chain. Male execs tended to display their authority like a badge, but with women it was different......you knew by their mannerisms, the tone of their voice, even the perfume they wore that they were in charge.
Emily felt she had to dress for success from the inside out, finally deciding on a black lace plunge bra, matching bikini panties and dark brown pantyhose...a skirt fitting just over the knees and a pink blouse completed the picture along with her black heels.
She finally got to the office and walked down the hallway just as nervous as she was when she got up, the usual occasional 'good mornings' exchanged before finally arriving at the manager's door.
The meeting never happened.
As she sat crosslegged in a chair, a person she had never seen before came in and offered her coffee. Crossing and re crossing her legs, Emily sat slowly sipping.
"Thank you," she said, smiling at the suspiciously gracious person. "When will the manager come in?....I have a meeting to take with her...."
What she was going to say next didn't matter.....the cup dropped from her hands as Emily passed out.
Another person entered the room and between the two of them the girl was bound tightly with her wrists behind her back and ankles tied....a black rubber ballgag was shoved in her mouth, the straps secured.
After checking to make sure the hallway was empty, the comatose girl was carried out and down the service elevator, down to the underground parking area and into the open back door of a waiting car.
