Boss, The, Part 1 · Part 1 (1/2)
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Maryanne Whitaker strode confidently into the main office. She looked around at the staff assembled there and smiled inwardly. She could sense that they all feared her, and with good reason. She was the boss… She had started this company over eight years ago and had built it into a multi-million dollar import/export business. She had hired every person in the room, paid them very well, and didn't have the slightest hesitation to fire any one of them, and she made sure they knew it. Her presence alone was enough to inspire awe and fear. She stood 5'9" tall, but with her heels on she was just over 6 feet. She was 45 years old and dressed in slacks, blouse, and a double-breasted jacket. In addition she wore a scarf around her neck, expensive jewelry on her fingers and a diamond brooch on her lapel. Her hair was black and pulled into a small bun at the back of her head…
Maryanne had not always been the boss. Ten years ago she was married and worked as her husband's secretary. Their marriage had slowly gone sour and they eventually divorced. After dividing up the community property and paying legal fees, she walked away with about $35,000 and her clothes. Her ex-husband told her that she'd better spend it slowly because she'd be living in a shelter or selling her ass on the streets when that was gone. Maryanne was determined to show him that she could make it on her own. She'd show ALL of them, dammit! And she did. She risked the entire $35,000 to start up her own import/export business.
That's what her husband's business had been and she had learned enough to know how to make it work. She set a goal of making her first million before she was 40. She beat that by one year. At 45, she was worth over three million dollars and had a thriving business with a dozen employees. Her husband was the most surprised at her accomplishments, and also bitter. He had fallen on hard times about five years ago and his business went under. He was now working for someone else and living in an apartment with his girlfriend, who was a cocktail waitress.
Maryanne's eyes fell sharply on Michele's lithe young form. She despised that cunt for her youth and good looks and only kept her around because she enjoyed bossing her around. "Michele. I'd like to see you in my office." Michele sighed and shook her head very slightly, but immediately got up and followed the older woman into her office. When she arrived Maryanne was already seated behind her large polished desk. "Please shut the door and sit down." Michele complied and looked across the desk to meet her boss's eyes. Maryanne seemed almost amused as she began to speak: "Michele, I thought that after our last little talk you'd show an improvement here at work.
I can see that our conversation has had very little effect on you." "What! I don't know what you mean. I've been working hard every day. I'm on time every day and I do my job well." "That's just the point! You do your job. That's all it is to you. I pay you damn good money and I want to see HUSTLE, not just doing your job." "Come off it, Maryanne. Everyone else out there is scared shitless of you, but not me. I make that office run efficiently. You know that. Without me you'd be working a 16 hour day." Maryanne looked shocked at the younger woman's impertinence. "Don't you dare spout off like that to me! I can replace you in a day, and at half the salary.
I should fire you for your insubordination. Another word and I will!" Michele bit her lip but continued to meet the older woman's stare. Neither would blink. Finally Michele looked down and sighed. Maryanne had won again. "That's better" she smiled smugly. "I have a special little job for you, Michele. Think of it as your last chance to prove yourself to me because, I swear, the next time you get me mad you're history!" Michele fidgeted a bit and continued looking at her hands in her lap. "I want you to go through every single file in this office, revamp the filing system so that every order can be called up by name OR by date OR by commodity.
I'm talking about every file in this office and that, my dear, goes back eight years." Michele looked shocked as the monumental size of the task set in. "And…" Maryanne continued. "I need it done by Monday morning…" Michele gasped. It was already Friday afternoon! "… or you're fired. Do you understand me?" "You can't do that. That'll take the entire weekend and I told you over a week ago that I had important plans for Saturday night." "That's just tough. I don't give a shit about your plans. You've been an impertinent little snot and this job is punishment. That's right, I said PUNISHMENT!
If you're going to act like a little snot then that's how you're going to get treated from now on. Now it's up to you how you spend your weekend, I don't really care, but if the work isn't done by 8:00am Monday morning, you're fired!" Michele was livid, but she held it in. That bitch KNEW she had plans to go to a play in the city on Saturday. She had sent away for the tickets over THREE MONTHS ago! She thought seriously about telling Maryanne what she could do with her job but instead she got up and walked out the door. Her co-workers could see how upset she was but she made it clear that she didn't want to talk about it.
At 4:45 Maryanne walked out into the main office with her leather briefcase. "Have a good weekend all. I've got to be going. Got a big weekend planned. See you all Monday morning!" Michele gave the finger to Maryanne's retreating back and muttered `bitch' under her breath after the door had closed. Fifteen minutes later the rest of the staff began filing out, leaving Michele alone. She sighed, shook her head, and began to get to work…
Three hours later she paused for a bite to eat. She had just gotten through the tip of the iceberg and she knew she'd be lucky to finish by Monday even if she slept at the office both nights. After her break she got back to work. She was trying to assemble all of the files into one location and was now in Maryanne's office, going through her credenza. On an impulse she decided to open the center drawer to Maryanne's desk and rummage around. The usual shit was there. In a sudden outburst of anger she yanked the drawer completely out, spilling the contents all over the floor. After she had calmed down she knelt down and started to try to get the drawer back into the desk.
It was then that she felt the keybox… It was glued underneath the desk, above where the drawer slid in and out. It could not be seen or felt unless someone knew where to look. She popped open the latch and a small key fell into her hand. Michele stared at the key for a full minute, then got up and decided she had some more looking around to do.
It wasn't as difficult as she thought it would be. She was prepared to spend the night searching the office if she had to, but she lucked out and found a hidden nook behind the large picture on the wall near the bookcase. She held her breath and inserted the key. It fit! She turned the key and pulled the heavy door open. It was that simple. Michele didn't know what to expect: jewelry, cash, stock certificates. What she found was books…
For the next hour Michele poured over the books. This was incredible! It was all documented right there before her. Maryanne had grown her import/export business so quickly because she had on occasion used her contacts to smuggle cocaine into the country! It was all there…. names, dates, amounts. It was incredible. She hadn't done business with them in over two years, but the information was all there down to the last detail. There was enough evidence there to put several highly placed Colombian-Americans in Federal prison for life! And her along with them! Michele looked up from the books and a large smile began to spread across her face.
She finished putting the center drawer back in the desk then sat down in the large chair and began to formulate her plan. It was going to be a long weekend after all, but she wouldn't be doing any filing. Fuck the play. She had less than 60 hours to get her plan together…
On Monday morning the staff slowly began arriving at work. At 8:10 Maryanne walked in, dressed as usual in her slacks and jacket and carrying her brieface. She glanced around the room and when she didn't see Michele she sighed and stormed into her office. She was shocked to see Michele sitting in her large chair with her feet up and crossed on her oak desk. There were loose files carelessly stacked on the floor and a small cart against the wall. "What's the meaning of this? Get your feet off my desk!" Michele just smirked, then uncrossed her legs and deliberately recrossed them with the lower one on top.
She held a manila envelope in her hand and carelessly tossed it towards her enraged boss. It landed on the floor at her feet. "Pick it up, bitch. I think you'll find it interesting reading. I certainly did." Maryanne was livid with rage but she stooped down to pick up the envelope, leaning her briefcase against a chair as she got up. She glanced at Michele, who was still smiling at her, then tore open the envelope. As soon as she saw the documents her face paled and she gasped. "Where did you get these?" she asked quietly, not looking up. "Right where you left them, bitch. You'll notice they're photocopies. I have the originals hidden away real well.
I also had several other copies made." "This is dangerous stuff you're playing with, kid." the older woman said menacingly. "Oh, don't you worry your raggedy old ass over me, bitch. If anything happens to me, anything at all, I have more than one friend who has instructions to drop her folder into the mailbox. It'll find its way to the DEA and you're toast. Literally toast." "I've also prepared copies which will be sent to your Colombian friends. They'll be real interested to know that you kept such meticulous records of their transactions. The note I added explains that you're using the info to turn state's evidence and save your own ass.
They won't like that at all… no, no…. not at all." She chuckled, then continued: "They'll find you, bitch. There's no place you can hide, and when they do they'll kill you slowly. I read about how they killed their last informer. She was a cunt just like you. They took her away to a secluded house in the country. The book said that they kept her there for over a month, killing her a little at a time. Every week they'd cut off an arm, then a leg. After four weeks she was just a torso with four stumps and a head. They tied a rope in her hair and hung her naked in the garden for a week. Each day they tortured her helpless torso. They snipped off her clit and fried her ass.
They had great fun watching her bounce her ass up and down on the hot plate. On and off. On and off, all day long. The next day they hooked her twat up to a car battery and watched her bounce around like a puppet on the end of a string. They covered her with shit and let flies swarm and crawl over her for two days while they laughed. The day after that they finally killed her." Maryanne's face was white as a ghost. Her mouth was open and her lips were completely dry. "W-what do you want?" she stammered, beaten. "Everything" replied Michele, then began to laugh.
"The only thing that's keeping you alive right now is my desire to humiliate you for being such a bitch. If you don't obey me in every respect, or when I just get tired of you, the envelopes go in the mail. Got that, twat?" Maryanne just shook her head, defeated. There were tears in her eyes. "I said, got that twat?" Michele repeated louder and more menacingly. "Yes" "No, twat. It's yes `Mistress'. You got that?" "Y-yes, M-mistress…" Michele stuck her tongue in her cheek mischievously and looked up and down Maryanne's form. Maryanne had her `bitch' clothes on – high heels and power suit. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun. This was going to be fun…
"Strip, twat. Take off everything." "B-but, the others are just outside!" Maryanne panicked. "Don't worry about them. Just worry about me. Strip! Now!" Maryanne slowly took off her scarf and jacket, then began unbuttoning the buttons on her blouse. She pulled it off and stood there in her bra and slacks. "Hurry up!" Michele told her, exasperated. I'm gonna whip your ass if you make me have to tell you to hurry one more time." Michele actually enjoyed watching the older woman fumble as she undressed. She could see how much it was embarrassing her and she thrilled in watching her as she unzipped her slacks and pushed them down.
She had to step out of her shoes, then she pulled the slacks off her ankles and stood straight again.. Maryanne reached behind herself and released the catch on her bra. She let it drop to the floor revealing a fairly nice set of tits. Not bad for a 45 year old cunt. A little saggy, but not much. The aureoles were large and brown. There were a few freckles on her chest. Maryanne looked at Michele for mercy, but when she found the younger woman staring menacingly at her she hooked her thumbs into her pantyhose and began pulling them down. She bent over and pushed them down to her feet, then pulled them completely off.
Without her heels on she was about Michele's height as she stood there now in just her white panties. She gulped, then grabbed the waistband and tugged them down. When she stepped out of them she was left standing there co
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