Monica's Assistant

By: Dani

To this day, I will still say that I didn't hire Monica based on looks
alone.  She was the best candidate for the job.  It didn't hurt that she
was 5'8", with a perfect body, and straight black hair, that made her
look like a more athletic version of Kim Kardashian.  Her skin and makeup
flawless; she exuded confidence and poise at that first interview.  In a
tight Ann Taylor business suit, with at least 6 inch heels, I will admit
that I was a little intimidated in her presence.

However, my decision to hire Monica as my secretary was not an easy one.
She had the standard business school degree, but some of the other
candidates already had their MBA.  Why they were all applying to become a
secretary was a mystery to me.  I guess in this bad economy, you have to
make due.

At age 28, I was living the American dream.  My real estate firm started
small, but now had 27 employees.  Even though I am short in stature
(5'4"), I commanded respect around the office.  For the first time in my
life, I was sort of a 'big shot.'  It felt good to be on top.  I really
did need a secretary.  Little did I know that hiring Monica would change
everything...

On her first day of work, Monica showed up in a tight fitting tunic top,
with leather pants and skyscraper heels.  She looked like she had just
walked out of a photo shoot.  I showed her to her desk and then took her
on a tour of the office.  Every eye in the place focused on her beauty as
she strode around.  I was proud to introduce her as my new secretary.

Monica was given the little secretarial desk outside of my spacious
office.  At age 22, this was her first real job.  She had worked as a
model and waitress—but those were only part-time gigs.  I called her into
my office that first day to explain her duties.

I started with the usual boss speech, "I am not a very demanding boss.
But I expect you to be on time everyday and to work hard.  I need someone
who can handle all the little details, so I can make major deals and
decisions.  Also, you are expected to manage the coffee area—making sure
we are well stocked and what not."

I added, "You can go places at this company if you do a good job.  I am
sure you are up to the task.  That is why I hired you."

Looking back, I think Monica knew that I hired her because she was a
total knockout.  She may have sensed my submissive streak.  Even though I
appeared to be her boss, she was in charge from the start.

Monica cruised through her first few weeks on the job.  She was a quick
study, picking up all of the nuances of the business.  Her reports were
flawless.  As a secretary, she did all of the little things.  She even
brought me coffee each morning.  I reciprocated by bringing her an
occasional latte from the Starbucks across the street.  She was making my
job easy.  For the first time, I did not feel stressed out at work.

At her first month review, Monica came into my office wearing a white
silk top, opaque leggings, and thigh high black boots.  She looked part
secretary and part dominatrix.  Thankfully, it was casual Friday, so
nobody could comment on her slutty appearance.  In that outfit, no doubt
she was going to get a favorable review.

I said, "Monica, I am pleased with your performance.  I even want to
expand your responsibilities.  I am going to be taking some time off this
summer.  I want you to be competent to run the show while I am away.
Obviously, I do not expect you to do my job.  But you will need to learn
some things about the business."

She replied, "Mr. Johnson, I really enjoy working here.  I am pleased
that you are increasing my responsibilities.  I want to learn
everything."

So, Monica really took our meeting to heart.  Soon, she was doing
spreadsheets and talking with clients.  I gave her passwords and access
to our most secure files because I totally trusted her.  Besides, I
really wanted to take time off.  It was good to have somebody who could
handle things while I was away.

Monica began to sit at my desk when I was out of the office.  It made
sense because I relied on her for almost everything.  I sort of liked the
way she was in control.

Little did I know at the time, but from her first day, Monica had been
putting small doses of female hormones in my coffee.  Her roommate
Rhonda, worked as a nurse at a local hospital.  So, she had access to
pills.  It was all part of Monica's plan to become the boss...

When I came back from my five-week summer vacation, Monica was firmly in
charge.  She was doing a great job.  Our employees started to think of
her as the boss.  I even let her keep my office.  She was thrilled by our
role reversal.  She said, "Stephanie (my name is Steven), I think you are
going to make a great secretary.  As your boss, I want you to concentrate
on the little things to make my job easier."

She was obviously enjoying every moment.  Monica added, "From now on, I
expect you to start dressing the part."  This is when she broke the news
about the hormones.  No wonder I couldn't get an erection.  Plus, I had
terrible itching around my breasts."  She explained, "I knew from the
first day that you only hired me because I was 'hot.'  That is why I
decided to change our roles.  I knew you were submissive from that first
day—the way you stared at my heels.  From now on, you will dress like a
secretary."

I pleaded that it was OK for her to be the boss, but I didn't want to
wear skirts.  She said, "You will wear ultra feminine business suits
(short skirts and heels included) from Monday thru Thursday.  On casual
Friday, it is OK to wear pants—but they better be skintight."

She added, "I expect your makeup and nails to be flawless.  You will
always carry a purse from now on.  Hopefully, you will look good enough
to entertain some of our male clients."