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The Secretary (commanderShepard x Leahrose1111)

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InvestUs was your typical investment brokerage firm. White collar, mid level floor in a big office building, everything nice and chic and modern. It had around 30 employees, but all of them were men. Every single one. They had never even had a woman on payroll before.

But they had need for a new secretary, after the man filling the role had left on good terms. After holding interviews, they finally settled on a woman named Delaney, who seemed to have office experience but hadn't had steady employment for a while. Today was her first day.

It was a Monday, and Mondays meant an executive meeting first thing in the morning. Get everyone on the same page for the rest of the week. It was held in a conference room with two glass walls that looked out into the rest of the office. A massive TV occupied one of the standard walls, at the head of the long table, which displayed important information for them to go over in the meeting.

In the first two seats on either side of the table were the firm's partners,
Mark Sterling and George Dorin. Behind them were the CFO, Tom Bringam, and the COO,  Scott Wilson. The back of the table included a handful of leads, most importantly of whom was Jordan Todd, the analytics lead. At the every foot of the table was Delaney, with a tablet she had been provided to keep notes.

"Good morning everyone," Mark said. "Hope you all had a good weekend. Before we get started today, I wanted to introduce our new secretary, who will be keeping notes in all our meetings."

He turned to Delaney and gestured with an open hand, "Why don't you introduce yourself for us?"
 
Delaney did her best to smile brightly at the gentleman in front of her. She had settled in this morning easily, but sitting in the executive meeting with the most powerful men in the company was overwhelming. They were all so handsome, and she'd never worked at a place where there weren't any other women present.

She straightened herself in her chair, and addressed them. "Good mornin' gentleman. It's a pleasure to meet y'all." Her Tennesee accent clanged in her ears like a penny in a bucket. It was beautiful to those who listened, but to her, it was a perceived sign of less intelligence and often joked about. "My name is Delaney Andrews. I recently relocated from Tennessee for new opportunities, and I am glad to be a part of your team." Her long curls fell down her shoulders like a waterfall, some of the ends gently resting on the table. She'd worn her favorite Green dress the button down with the collar that fit her just right in all of her curvaceous glory. She carried a sense of modesty and humilty, and tried not to draw too much attention to herself. "I'll be glad to keep minutes for you, and any other office tasks that need to be done."
 
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As she finished speaking, Tom leaned over to Jordan - closer to Delaney - and whispered. "I hear southern girls are real obedient. Something about those manners."

Todd cracked a grin and murmured back, "They suck dick good, too."

"Thank you, Miss Andrews," Mark said, smiling at her and giving her a single nod. "It's a pleasure having you, it will be good to have a feminine touch in the office."
 
She hadn't heard clearly what Tom and Jordan had said, but she did manage to pick up "obedient, manners, and dick," which was enough context to make her face flush. Hopefully they were joking about something else and not her. She found it hard to believe they would be so crass, especially in a professional meeting on her first day. She made herself busy, scribbling notes on the tablet and avoided eye contact.
 
But that was the end of it. No one else said anything like that to her or around her. Days passed, and it was all normal work. Every so often, she might notice her coworkers watching her, their gazes lingering a little longer than appropriate or their expressions a little too hungry.

It was halfway through the week when she was standing at the copying machine and heard someone say behind her, "You can never quite tell in those dresses she wears, but I bet she has a great ass." It was Scott, talking to Tom, and they were both watching her, not realizing that it had been said loud enough for her to hear.
 
Delaney couldn't believe what she'd heard this time. She quickly turned around to face them, "Di...did you need something?" She shuffled the copies in her hands while looking back and forth between them. She knew she was an attractive woman and had received attention from men before, but not this bold, and not in the workplace.
 
"No," Tom shook his head. "Just the copier when you're done with it, beautiful. Scott didn't reply, but didn't leave either. There was something off about the way they were watching her.
 
"I'm finished," she murmured. "I can copy what you need if you like, Mr. Bringam. That's what I'm here for." She smoothed her dress and curled her toes inside her wedge heels. "I'll just need to deliver these to Mr. Todd first."
 
Tom nodded. "I suppose you are here to do what we tell you. Go drop off your delivery, I'll be here waiting for you when you get back," he said.

The copy room was a small side room, out of sight of everything else. It had a counter with a shredder and paper cutter, and office supplies stored in the cupboards. It would afford a lot of privacy from general view.
 
"Oh, you can just leave what you need copied here and I'll bring it back to you." She watched him warily as she exited the room. She looked at Scott, who hadn't said much during their interaction, and walked away toward Mr. Todd's office.
 
When she got back, however, Tom was still there, leaning against the counter as he read emails on his phone. "Hey Miss Andrews," he said with a smile, pocketing his phone. "I didn't actually have anything to leave you. See, I want to play a prank on the office, and I was hoping you could help me. Do you think you could photocopy your ass, and leave a copy on the desk of each executive?"

He chuckled and continued without waiting for a reply as he headed towards the door. "Thanks, you're a doll."
 
She looked at him incredulously as he walked away from her. "I'm not sure that's proper...and I would think if you wanted to play a prank, you'd copy your own. I know I haven't been here long, but I'd prefer to keep things professional."
 
Tom shrugged. "I would think you would prefer to keep your job. See you tomorrow." And with that he walked down the hall, leaving her to wonder if his threat had any teeth, and if she had any options.
 
Tom stopped, a little exasperated. He had counted on her doubting the situation enough to do what he asked. But of course she was stronger willed than that.

He turned around with a broad smile and walked back. "Gotcha! The prank was really just on you. I wanted to see how you would react." He stepped closer to her, probably too close than was appropriate. He could smell her perfume at that distance. So she liked to be pretty and feminine even at work. He could use that.
 
Her perfume filled his nose with rich tones of vanilla, orchid, coffee, and a light bourbon finish. It was her favorite, and often drew attention in public places. She twirled one of her long curls and laughed nervously. "Oh. That was a good one. It's a good thing I didn't take it seriously."
 
"Oh I don't know, it wouldn't have been so bad if you did," Tom replied nonchalantly. He leaned in and inhaled, breathing in the scent deeper. "What a lovely perfume. You certainly like to get noticed, don't you?"
 
"Thank you, Sir. I..uh. I appreciate you noticing." She checked her watch quickly. "Um, I'm late for Mr. Sterling and Mr. Dorin's meeting. I should probably go." She side-stepped him carefully, as to not appear she was being rude or rushing off.
 
Tom watched her go, a slight smirk on his face. This was a fun game.

The next day, one of the lower level employees for the company got into the elevator at the same time as Delaney. He greeted her, and glanced at her a few times as the doors closed and the lift started moving. Suddenly he asked, "Did you do it?"
 
"I'm sorry, what?" She glanced at him briefly, but shifted her eyes back to her tablet and meeting notes. She was starting to realize these men like to play games, and she had no idea what this one was up to.
 
The young man looked nervous, but pressed his question. "Did you do it? I heard you were going to... photocopy your butt and give it to the execs." He looked her up and down as he waited for her response.
 
She laughed. "Wow. Good news travels fast huh. I see Mr. Bringam's joke became quite the rumor. No, I didn't. That's not something a lady would do now would she?"
 
"Oh, I don't know about that," the guy chuckled along with her. "It would have been a pretty good prank. Besides... you do have a great ass." He reached out and ran his hand over the curve of her butt, over her dress. His hand closed around it and gave a gentle squeeze. He didn't pull away.
 
Delaney had no idea how to respond to him. For one, she liked being noticed. A woman of her curvature only attracted certain types of men and she was often rejected due to her stature. It felt good to be noticed, and dare she assume, appreciated. She smiled at him softly, holding his gaze as he fondled her.
 
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