Boss Bitch Ch. 01

Part One

I had been working happily at my current job for two years before things took a turn for the worse. The division manager, who was so greatly loved and admired by nearly all the staff, decided that he needed to make the most of life and so retired in order to travel the world with his wife.

Having been one of his most eager understudies he had urged me to apply for the role of manager so that upon his arrival I would be able to run the office as efficiently and as pleasantly as he had done. He had given his endorsement to the personnel managers, whose decision it would ultimately be who got the job, and tutored me on my interview technique. I was young, being only 20 years old, but he was sure I had what it took to get the job.

Admittedly it can be said that I was a little overconfident and so it came as a huge surprise to me when I was not offered the job. With a letter of condolence from the personnel manager I was told that, although I made a good impression, I would not be getting a promotion just yet and I should consider applying next time a position within the company presents itself.

It was not, however, my failure to get a promotion that signalled the turn for the worse. It was instead the instatement of Nathalie Andrews as the new divisional manager that left me so utterly ill at ease with a job I had previously enjoyed greatly.

Fresh out of University, Nathalie Andrews was, in fairness, perfect for the job. She had entered university at a young age and had excelled through all of her courses with ease. Although she had never held a job before, thanks to her reliance on rich parents, she was generally likeable to people who she knew she had to impress, in short she was a manipulator. Her innocent good looks and pleasant demeanour did not extend to the office over which she now worked and she systematically undermined, belittled, threatened and bullied the staff. I, being the close second for her position, was where the majority of her atrocious people skills were directed and, although I never let it show, she successfully made my life miserable.

Luckily for me, things soon changed.

About two months after Nathalie- or as an underling such as me should say, Mrs. Andrews- started her reign of terror I came across a discovery that would eventually help me put that bitch in her place. One Wednesday after work I was walking along Aylesford Road in a seedy part of town to visit a friend that lived nearby. To my surprise, out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone who was the spitting image of Nathalie enter a fairly well concealed hole-in-the-wall sex shop. Instinctively I pulled myself close to the door of the shop I was near and, cautiously, I looked out towards the sex shop in question. For a moment I paused and considered what to do; this discovery could allow me to bring some kind of peace to the office, I could blackmail her.

I knew I needed evidence, I reached for my phone. It was brand new and had a rather advanced camera which I had not yet had time to try out. Luckily, in a neighbourhood where people were careful to mind their own business, I did not attract any attention as I readied myself and pointed my camera towards the door. After about ten minutes or so my mark emerged from the store, this time I was sure it was definitely Nathalie. I took several photos of her leaving, making sure to get the shop in the picture, they came out perfectly. I took several more as she walked towards Odessa Quay, making sure to get the bag she was carrying into the shot- it had the name 'Garden of Eden: Adult Concepts' emblazoned in purple lettering on the side. Still managing to remain hidden from Nathalie's under-cautious eyes I took more and more shots of her, finally taking several shots of her getting into her Mercedes and driving away, plates fully visible, it would be plain for anyone looking at these pictures to see that it was Nathalie.

I stopped for a moment and scrolled through the pictures on my phone, most of them were perfect, I had about twenty shots that incriminated her; I was ecstatic. For a moment I worried that my evidence against her would not be sufficient and I stopped a minute, heart pounding, as I played my blackmail through in my head. It would never work, I needed more evidence.

With a sudden burst of enthusiasm I headed back towards Aylesford Road, I had a plan, it couldn't fail. Arriving outside the sex shop I looked around cautiously, eager not to fall into the same trap as Nathalie, when I was satisfied I was not being watched I swiftly stepped over the threshold into the 'Garden of Eden.'

Taking my next few steps very carefully I headed towards the counter where an array of dirty magazines was on display. I looked timidly towards the cashier, a tattooed woman with a nose piercing, and looked back towards the magazines; it was time to put my plan into action. "Are these all you have?" I asked quietly, indicating the aforementioned smut-rags.

"Yeah..." answered the cashier in a similarly quiet tone, "...just those urfa escort ones there."

"That's a shame..." I said, not wanting to sound too eager. "I was looking for something a little more... illicit,"

"Is that so? What did you have in mind?" She said, equally cautious, she was probing me, just as I had hoped.

I looked around, the store was empty. "I'm sure an intelligent woman such as you can work it out. What do you have behind the counter? I can pay cash."

She looked around the room, making sure it was empty. Satisfied that we were alone she beckoned me closer to the counter and slid open a drawer. It was filled with all sorts of pornography which was clearly banned under the new regulations and with a swift click of my phone I documented what I saw for posterity. The woman look shocked, she was perfectly well aware of what I had just done and the implications of it, she went pale and slammed the door closed. She was speechless.

"Now..." I said, authoritatively. "...I'm sure you understand what the penalty is for that kind of an offence."

She was stunned silent.

"There's no need to worry, I won't be reporting you, and after today you won't see me again, I just want some information, that's all."

"I-Information?" she asked, still in shock.

"A woman was in here about ten minutes ago, she had red hair and was wearing a business suit, I want a copy of what she purchased."

"What?" asked the clerk; suddenly regaining her composure.

"I want a copy of her receipt; if you please." My tone showed that I was not to be underestimated.

She knew that she had lost and decided to comply. She began hammering on the keyboard and soon, without much delay, she had successfully printed what I had ordered. Snatching it from her I took a look at the sheet. At the bottom of the page I discovered what I had hoped, the stupid bitch had paid by credit card, her name was printed in full for anyone to see. I stopped for a moment and considered my next move.

"Tell me..." I said, my face still intent upon the paper, "...Does she come in often?"

"Uh... Yes... Maybe once a month, I can get you a list of other things that she's bought."

"Please," I said noncommittally, as if I had anticipated her helpfulness.

The cashier tapped on the keyboard again and more paper began printing off. "She has an account here," she said, trying to break the horrible quiet of the store, "I'm just printing out her entire history."

This helpfulness really was welcome, perhaps the penalty for illegal pornography was more severe than I had suspected. She handed me four more pieces of paper, detailing account history that went back about six months, it made very interesting reading. Lube, cuffs, whips, canes, gags, straps, dildos, butt plugs, she'd bought the lot, I couldn't believe my eyes. "Tell me..." I said calmly, "...what do you know about her? Is all this for just for her?"

She seemed unwilling to answer me. I lifted the phone and shook it side to side like a wagging finger; she seemed to get the message. "I think she buys it for her master, I'm not sure though, she seems like the submissive type to me. She always gave off that impression."

"You've been very helpful." I said, genuinely acknowledging her help. I headed for the door, my papers clutched tight in my grip.

A voice called after me, it was the cashier. "Sir..." she said desperately, "...what about those pictures?"

I stopped for a second. "Oh, I beg your pardon, I am sorry." I held up my phone so she could see and deleted the picture. I stepped out into the street and called my friend to cancel our meeting tonight before heading straight home.

Part Two

On returning home I headed straight to my computer where I instantly made copies of the receipts and printed all of the pictures that I had taken from my phone. Through some simple searches on the internet I had managed to find several mentions of Nathalie Andrews in various society and cultural columns. She mingled with the elite of the local area and I was certain that they would not be impressed with one of their number visiting sex stores and buying all manner of illicit goods. By ten o'clock I had gathered information on her various society commitments, her wine club, her book club, her pony club, I left nothing to chance. I found addresses for her parents, her grandparents, her university professors, everybody I could think of that would be less than impressed by the sexual exploits of the perfect Nathalie Andrews.

My mission complete I went straight to bed eager for what lie ahead the next day, my ascendancy over Nathalie, I could hardly wait. It was a long time before I actually managed to get any sleep, at first I thought it was just because I wasn't especially tired but soon I realised that it was becoming impossible to sleep because of the thoughts that were running uncontrollably through my head.

Although I had always found Nathalie to be attractive balıkesir escort in appearance I had never, that is until today, seen her in a sexual light. Now that I thought of it, her being submissive, stripped naked, cuffed and subservient, it was an incredibly arousing thought. Her little body being forced to submit to me, to serve me, I couldn't imagine anything better. I had long had a dominant streak to my personality, maybe with my blackmail I would be able to force Nathalie to submit. She would be powerless to stop me, and I could be the perfect master, I could tame her evil streak and bring peace to the office as well as giving myself the ultimate in satisfaction, my own personal sex slave. I had made up my mind, and I couldn't wait.

The next morning I arrived at work early, I was the first one there, arriving just as the morning cleaner left. I took my briefcase and walked over to Nathalie's office, looking around to make sure I was alone I put my hand on the handle and shook it, it wasn't locked. I stepped into the office and made myself comfortable behind Nathalie's desk, I knew she would be the next person to come into the office; she always made a point of it. My heart was beating hard in my chest.

After about ten minutes swivelling in Nathalie's chair I decided to take a look through the doors of her desk, perhaps there would be more evidence against her. Unfortunately there was nothing incriminating, she had got herself caught but she was not stupid, the most I found was a bottle of vodka and two small shot glasses.

As I waited my heart continued to pound against my chest and my body heat was soon rising. I had to take off my jacket and loosen my tie; I couldn't bear waiting much longer. Luckily there was soon a noise in the office outside; it could only be one person, Nathalie. High-heeled footsteps began to move closer and closer to the door, it was definitely her, I straightened up my tie and opened the briefcase, being careful to conceal what I was hiding.

The handle turned and Nathalie strolled in, her head held high and a confident look in her eye; she hadn't seen me yet, I spoke. "Hello Nathalie, glad to see you at work so early." I said, my confident tone surprising me as much as Nathalie.

She was momentarily startled; she raised her hand to her chest and gasped. Soon, however, she had regained herself and was on the offensive. "What the Fuck are you doing in here? What are you doing behind my desk? You impertinent shit, who the fuck do you think you are?"

I was taken aback by this tirade, I expected resistance but this was appalling. "Calm down for a second and I'll tell you what I'm doing here." I said, my tone taking on an air of fatherly chastisement.

"Trying to feel what it would be like if you'd got the job? You really are pathetic." She growled disdainfully, moving closer towards me. She really believed in maintaining the offensive.

"Sit the fuck down and listen to me bitch," I retorted, deciding to give as good as I got.

"You think you can talk to me like that? You've got another thing coming; you'll be out of this company so fast..." I cut her off.

"Garden of Eden sex shop, Aylesford Road..." I said calmly, "...I believe you're familiar with it."

"What?" she asked. Clearly she was taken aback.

"I don't like repeating myself so don't ask me to do it again. Garden of Eden sex shop, you're a regular patron there I believe." I had nearly established my control of the situation.

"No... I..." she was formulating a response when I cut her off once more.

"I wasn't asking Nathalie, I was making a statement," I revealed the first picture to her by slamming it down on her desk, it clearly showed her leaving the shop, bag in hand. She sunk into a chair, a deathly pallor about her face. She was speechless.

Without leaving time for a rebuttal I threw down the rest of the pictures, twenty-three in total. She thumbed through them timidly, her whitened face looking more so by the minute, I thought she was going to faint. On looking at the last picture she looked up at me, her face overcome with grief, "What is the meaning of this?" she asked.

Rather than reply directly to her question I decided to reveal more evidence. "I also have receipts if you would like a look, they make very interesting reading." I placed them on the table; they detailed every cent she had spent in the Garden of Eden over the last six months. "There is an address here..." I continued, looking at a note I had scrawled on another piece of paper, "...81 Marlborough Terrace. Now I wonder if you could tell me who lives there." My tone was patronizing, her face was contorting in grief with each syllable, I awaited a response."

"That's my parents' address," she croaked, tears now trickling down her face.

"Really?" I asked, feigning surprise. "I wonder what they'd say if they saw all this."

"You wouldn't," she pleaded, her tears now streaming, "Please don't."

I trabzon escort ignored her pathetic protestations and continued with my offensive. "Maybe I would, maybe not. That depends on you. I'm enjoying myself now so let's continue, cheer up this really is rather fun. Susan Abernathy of the Newmarket Pony club; Gerald Smith, esteemed president of your book club; Margot Haldane of the wine club. I wonder how they would take the news."

"Please..." she begged hoarsely, her mascara now running down her face.

"Now listen carefully because I am going to tell you what you can do to avoid all these people finding out about your little indiscretions." I considered my words carefully whilst Nathalie listened intently. "From now on you are going to be kinder to the people who work under you, they work very hard to prop up your salary so the least you could do is treat them with a little respect. "She nodded dutifully. "You are also to call this master of yours, some time before midday, and tell him you don't want to see him again. I may make more demands of you throughout the day, it is unlikely but if I do you are to obey me without question. Apart from that I want you to work as though nothing has happened and wait in your office after work where we can discuss this more thoroughly. Until then you are not to mention any of this again, the pictures are safe with me and I give you my word that so long as you do as you are told then this sordid little incident will remain strictly between us." I stood up to leave and collected the evidence away placing it my briefcase. I walked to the door and stopped with my hand on the handle, "clean yourself up. You look like shit." With this she let out a little sob and I left the room and headed into the office where I spent most of the day.

The day progressed fairly routinely with one exception being the sudden change of heart that Nathalie had had about the way she treated her staff. Her sudden attitude change was the main focus for the office gossips that were racking their brains trying to make sense of it, some concluding she had genuinely changed and others deciding it were part of some scheme which would eventually come back and bite them.

Whenever Nathalie had entered the office, which seemed less often than usual, she found herself completely unable to meet my gaze and on the few occasions our eyes had met she quickly lowered her head and scuttled off to her office.

During the lunch break I had headed into her office to check that Nathalie had called her master, she hadn't. Simply warning her that she would regret it I made her call him on speakerphone so I could hear, to her credit she ended it with him brutally and seemingly without remorse, they wouldn't be seeing each other again.

By five o'clock the office was empty and, after leaving her alone for half an hour to stew, I headed towards the office where I would make my demands known. I entered the office to find Nathalie sat behind her desk diligently typing out some report or another, my entrance elicited a significant reaction in her and she stopped typing immediately. With my hand I motioned for her to stand up, she did so immediately. With a swift point of my finger I indicated where I would like her to stand and she promptly stood on the floor in the middle of the office.

Taking time to remove my jacket and tie I sat down on a brown leather couch in front of my quarry and spent several minutes silently taking in her appearance. "So far you have behaved well and, save for the failure to call that old master of yours; I think that your obedience is commendable."

She remained silent, a puzzled look on her face.

"So far I see no reason to distribute any of my evidence, but all that could change..." I paused for effect, pretending to consider my words carefully when in fact I had decided exactly what I would say beforehand. "... The tasks that I set before you today were more of a warm-up than anything else; I wanted to test your commitment to keeping this sordid affair between ourselves. Now I wonder if you can tell me Nathalie, why do you think I got you to call off your affair with that old master of yours?"

She paused; her face really was a picture, a mixture of fear and grief across her pretty features. "Because..." she began tentatively, "...You think I should leave all that behind me?"

I didn't really believe that she was that naive but the attempt was cute, a wide grin crept across my face, "I'm afraid not. It's because you are going to have a new master now. Any guesses who that lucky man might be?"

Tears formed on her face, the mascara that she had so carefully reapplied was cascading down her cheeks, her head bowed in shame. "Y-You?" she asked.

"Bingo!" I exclaimed laughing heartily. "That's right Nathalie. You are going to submit to me now, you will do what I order, when I order it and if you refuse you will be punished. I wonder Nathalie, can you guess what happens if you decide not to submit?"

"Y-You'll tell m-my parents?"

"Indeed I will Nathalie, indeed I will. And not just your parents but also your grandparents, your sister, your university professors, Susan Abernathy, Margot Haldane, Gerald Smith. I'll put the evidence all over the office and send it to all the regional managers; I'll send it right to the top. I'll destroy you."