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The Secretary (commanderShepard x Leahrose1111)

"No. I don't," she retorted through a fake, condescending smile. "I'm curious, Sir. Were you ever taught what happens to children when they can't keep their hands to themselves?" She looked him over, nearly nose to nose with him. A smirk spread across her face.
 
When she said no and her smile changed, the guy removed his hand. "Yes, I was. I'm sorry. Please don't say anything to leadership, it won't happen again." He flushed slightly, clearly nervous about her potential retaliation.
 
"Maybe you need a reminder." She reached down to his groin, quickly finding his balls through the fabric of his pants. She wrapped her entire hand around them and closed her hand into a fist. Her nails dug into his sack, and she tugged hard.
 
He yelped in pain and surprise, but dared not jump back for fear of making it hurt more. He opened his mouth to apologize, but at that moment the elevator stopped moving, dinged, and the doors slid open.

Half a dozen of their coworkers were standing in the hall outside the elevator. And everyone one of them saw Delaney's hand wrapped around this man's groin.
 
She smirked at him again, and released her grip. "Have a good day. " She walked out of the elevator with her head held high despite trembling due to the audience.
 
The group parted for her, letting her through. All of them turned as she walked past, still staring at her. Someone wolf whistled. News would spread fast after that.
 
Much to her surprise, Delaney went the rest of the day without any unpleasantness. She tortured herself worrying about what she had done, but she had a right to defend herself. Did she take it too far? She sat at her desk doodling and acting busy while her thoughts spiraled out.
 
Nothing else may have happened the rest of the day, but word spread around about the events in the elevator. The story got twisted as it reached the leadership, and that night Delaney received an email from the partners asking her to meet them in the conference room first thing the next day to discuss it. There were no other details in the message, leaving the tone of the meeting and their thoughts on it vague and ambiguous.
 
Delaney sighed heavily reading the email. "Well...there goes my job." She shut her laptop and crawled into bed. "Why do I always have to be so bold in standing up for myself. Maybe I should have just taken it." Her thoughts swirled around as she drifted to sleep.

The next morning, she was up and about extra early. She made sure her hair was styled beautifully, wore her favorite perfume, and picked out a Dress she hoped would impress. She arrived to the office far ahead of anyone else, made sure the lights were on, coffee was brewed in all areas, and files were where they should be. She waited patiently in the conference room, rehearsing her apology.
 
Other employees started to arrive, going to their desks like normal. But soon they started to notice Delaney sitting in the glass-walled conference room alone. Someone even came to check on her to see if she was okay.

Mark eventually arrived, and George not long after. They both gave her glances that revealed nothing before going to their offices. But she didn't have to wait long, soon they both reappeared and entered the conference room, letting the door close behind them. They sat at the long table on the opposite side from her.

"Good morning, Miss Andrews," Mark said. "I'm sorry we need to be having this meeting, but apparently there was some kind of altercation in the elevator yesterday between you and another employee. We've heard several versions of the story around the office, and already talked to the young man involved. We wanted to give you an opportunity to tell your side of the story."
 
"Of course." She sat with her hands folded neatly on the table, occasionally gesturing when she spoke. She gave a very detailed report of the encounter, leaving nothing out. At the end of her story telling, she apologized. "I realize that putting my hands on our employee was not an appropriate response to his behavior. I'm sure that was embarrassing for him. I'm more than willing to apologize to him directly." She trembled at the knees as she spoke. Luckily, they couldn't see it.
 
Mark and George glanced at each other. "That version of the story doesn't match any of the ones we've heard so far," Mark said. "I am sure you can understand the delicate position that puts us in."

George nodded and took over. "James, the man in the elevator, says you came onto him and tried to sexually assault him. And we've heard from a few people that when the elevator doors opened, you were giving him a hand job."
 
"Sexual assault?!?" She exclaimed incredulously as her voice cracked . "A hand job is far from what was happening. I was showing him what happens to men with bad manners who assualt women. If he's willing, I'm happy to show you what I did."
 
George and Mark exchanged another glance. "Given the situation, it is probably best not to bring James in at the moment," George said. "Perhaps you can show me instead, step by step."

George stood up, rolling his chair back, and walked around the table to stand beside Delaney.
 
She began to panick, knowing she was about to inflict pain on her boss. "I...um. It did make him uncomfortable and he was vocal about that. I just want you to know that it's going to hurt some."
 
She nodded, and proceeded to explain to him how the encounter went. Uncomfortably, she mimicked the employee's action, and placed his hand on her butt, "He squeezed. I didn't show him any response, and he moved here, and squeezed a few more times. So I confronted him." She gave a verbatim account and what was said. "Um, this is how I..uh..." she couldn't find the words, and instead reached out to his groin. She easily found what she was looking for and with minimal pressure and no nails, she demonstrated her counter attack.
 
George and Mark listened along. George's hand was on Delaney's ass, her hand on his groin. Outside the conference room, some people were watching, trying and failing to be subtle about it.

"I see," George said. "Well James said you also tried to kiss him, and the other stories said that at this point, you took his penis out and began stroking it. Even with your version of events, you can see how that's not a big leap to make."
 
She felt herself face turn red and was a hair away from a nasty retort before she took a breath and stopped herself. "Yes, I understand. I'm sure if you inspect the gentleman's manhood, you'll find my nail marks on his testicles. But, as you also can understand, had I done as they say I have, your team would have caught me with his penis in my hands and my lipstick on his face when the doors opened. He yelped like a puppy who got his paw stepped on when I grabbed him, and no gentleman I have ever been around yelps like a hurt animal while getting a hand job."
 
George sighed and stepped away from Delaney. "I'll go get James," he said, and left the conference room. A minute later, he returned with the young man that had been in the elevator.

"James," Mark sighed, "Miss Andrews claims that we should be able to find her nail marks where she grabbed you. We need to put this issue to rest, would you please expose yourself so she can point out where the marks are?"

"Uh... sure, I guess," James mumbled, unzipping his trousers. A moment later, his cock and balls were dangling out.

"Alright, Miss Andrews... show us what you mean," George said.
 
She had no more fucks to give about being modest. She walked over, and lifted his sack. On the front,there was one reddened nail mark from her thumb. She lifted it to show the back, where 4 more identical marks were in a neat line. "The lipstick I wear is a stain. If I get it on anything, it transfers and stays there until makeup remover is used. It won't wash off with soap, sanitizer, or anything else." She dropped his sack. "Had I kissed him, his lips would have be stained burgundy through today, as I'm sure there isn't a woman around his home to keep remover there. If there was, he'd have better manners. Seeing that his lips are pale and light pink to match the pallor in his face, no way I kissed him. "
 
"She left marks alright," James said. "Because she was stroking me so hard when. I tried to pull away from her. And her makeup washed off just fine, I don't know what she's talking about." As she held his cock in her hand, it began to grow firm.
 
"The marks are on your sack, not your dick..." she glared at him hard. "There is something to be said about my being able to close my hand completely around your balls and your dick, enough to leave marks like I did. You certainly wouldn't have asked me not to tell leadership if you enjoyed yourself."
 
"Enough," Mark said, holding up his hand to silence the argument. Then he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before continuing. "Look. I don't really care who started it or why. Miss Andrews, you cannot respond to anyone with hostility like this. For anything."

He saw she was about to argue, and he raised his hand again. "There will be no further discussion or argument on the matter. If you value this job, you will handle yourself quietly and discreetly from now on. Is that clear?"
 
All the rage inside her boiled at the surface, but she swallowed it. "Yes, Sir," she said quietly as she dropped her head. Underneath the halo of curls hanging around her face. Her cheeks flushed red.
 
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