remember what we said
in the last post
about making up stories
the image of certain women?
of course you do.
you are about to begin a journey
that i want you to see it as a life's lesson in submission, respect, obedience, female supremacy and so many other values
that you will have to inject your life with.
are you ready for that?
as usual you will get your story
in several parts.
THE CASE OF MRS CATHERINE STEVENS
PART ONE: RISE AND FALL
the love of your life.
she was your soon-to-be wife.
Catherine's position in the company was totally dependable to you and you both knew that. as a matter of fact, she was desperate to keep that job. you both knew that if she hadn't found this job, she would most probably be on the streets looking for food. she had no family to support her and lots of debts. you never mentioned anything but she wasn't stupid. she knew you didn't hire her for her resume. it was easy to see that you were a tits-man. sometimes she would even laugh in your face, seeing you totally unaware of your funny reactions to "accidental" flashes.
anyway, despite her lack of experience, Catherine proved to be a fast learner. in fact, in less than a year she became invaluable to you. which was her goal in the first place...
she knew everything about the job. she was fast, accurate and.. hot! regarding the last part.. knowing that you would ever cheat on your soon-to-be wife, she took advantage of it. the dresses were gradually becoming shorter and the cleavages deeper. knowing about your self respect and your big tits obsession, it was a clever move. you would never take advantage of her and on the same time, you would never fire her. at this point she had you...
as time went by, she became better and better. even her though, couldn't see it coming...
it was an email. sunday morning. she had gained access to your private files. you didn't have a clue. it was a micro-camera put under your desk. she had worked hard for it. and now she had it. all the passwords, the conversations. everything.
and that's when she saw it.
the company was about to merge with its main rival! everything was set. the time-frame, the new board, the new places, but most importantly... the new dismissals! in 2 months everything was going to be different!
she searched for her name. and that's when it all changed.
Catherine Stevens: not needed. that was the note next to her name!
New Personal Secretary: Emma Anderton. your girlfriend!!
- That fuck!!! that fucking fuck!!!! no way!!!!
she was shocked. never expected this. always thought you would back her up. always trying to be the best she could. thought she was safe. thought you were on the same team. well, not anymore...
she had to move fast. it was a bad decision for you (or anyone who was responsible). it was not wise for anyone to have her against him. Catherine was a tiger. you knew that better than anyone. and now she was unleashed, coming for you...
2 months later...
- Catherine will you please come in?
- One moment please.
she entered the office. she wore a tight white top with a cleavage so deep you could see most of her breasts, a black mini-skirt and white fuck-me boots. her attire was unusually slutty even for her. as she enters, she locks the door.
- Uh, I'm sorry, Catherine, but I didn't tell you to lock the door.
- Oh, okay, it's just that I thought it would be better if we could have a more private conversation, you know?
- Well, in fact, I wanted the same thing.
- Is that so?
- Yes. Well, okay, come, sit.
- Than you.
- Listen my child. we've know each other for how long, 3 - 4 years?
- Yes, I believe it's 4 years and 3 months.
- Well, listen Catherine. it's so damn hard for me. what I have to say...
- What is it? please, tell me. it's okay!
- Well.... I'm sure you may have heard rumors about it. although, now it's official.
- I don't understand...
- There will be some major changes in the company, my dear.
- Changes?? Like what?
- It's.... well... here... see, our company is going to be merged with Smiths and Co...
- Smiths??? Wow!!! I mean... really??
- Well... yeah... it came as a shock to me as well.
- Well... yeah...
- Oh I see... so. is that it?
- No... actually, that wasn't what I wanted to tell you..
- So? please, go on...
- See... now with the merge... there's gonna be a huge change in every level of this company, you know...
- Okay... so?
- It's so damn hard what I have to say, my child. it's just...
- Do you... mean... ummm... am I fired or something??
- Whoah... I wouldn't use this term! it's more like a chance to prove yourself in another position. for another company. a new challenge, you know?
- Oh I see. a new challenge...
- Yes, I mean...
- Oh just save it, boy!
- Boy??? is this the proper way to address your supervisor???
- Uhh, we'll see... boy!!!
- What are you doing to my PC??? I didn't give you permission to do that!!!
- I don't give a fuck what you did, boy. now. will you get up of your office so I can show you?
- Show me what???
- Get up, big boy!! now!!
- You have no right, missy!!! now, will you tell me what's goin on here???
- Okay then, i'll sit on your lap.
- Whoah, no!!!!
- Oh, come on, big boy! what's wrong? are you afraid of getting rock hard for me?
with that she sits on you. while searching your PC for something, she slightly teases your cock with her tight ass. your body responds unwillingly. soon you had a raging hardon.
- What's goin on, down there, big boy?
- Whoah what?? want some ass? is that it?
- We... no...
- Oh listen to you... what's wrong, stud? having a hardon for another woman?? feeling bad about it?
- I don't...
- Oh come on!!! don't you ever see porn?? don't you ever get hard for another woman??
- Look at me, big boy! haven't you ever stroked your cock for me?
- I... no... I...
- Oh come on, it's just us here. the door is locked. no one has to know. tell me the truth. how many times you have fantasized of fucking my tits? hah, big boy?
- I don't!! just... stop this!!! just... get.. the fuck.. out...
- Oh really? uhm... can i tell you a secret, stud?
- No.. just... get...
she turns around. now facing you. she gets her cleavage in your face, while pushing her pussy against your crotch and whispers in your ear..
- You liked your coffee, big boy? whoa, it's just us, stud. we both know you want to fuck my brains out, right now. don't you think?
- What.. did.. you.. do??
- Whoah, come on. who can't resist some meth and a viagra?
- What's.. that...?
- Hmmm, come closer... let's just say, that if your don't have a heart attack, you're gonna have the fuck of your life...
- What.. did.. you... no!!!!!
- But you want me to sit on your cock, right?
- See? can you feel my juices dripping on your shaft, stud? wouldn't it feel perfect if I could just rest on it? feel the warmth of my pussy? oh, i know you want that...
- There's nothing wrong in it, stud. don't worry. Emma don't have to know. right? Emma's not here. right?
- It's just you and me, here, right?
- Just two colleagues who are too damn horny, right?
- Just two friends with the same need, right?
- Am I your friend, big boy?
- Wouldn't you ask me to help you if you needed something?
- Well, don't you need someone to take care of your raging hardon, right now?
- Don't you need ME to take care of it?
- Well, ask me, then!!
- Take care of it...
- Louder, big boy!!!!
- Take care of it!!!!
- Take care of what???
- My cock...
- Louder, big boy!! say it!!! say what you want!! take what you need!!! it's just us here!!! say it out loud!!!!
- FUCK!!! TAKE CARE OF MY COCK!!!!
- That's my boy... now, what do good boys say when they ask for something?
- Well, am I your slave, boy?
- Then how you're so sure that I'm gonna do what you say?
- What.. do.. you want????
- I want you to think about your mistake and rephrase, honey.
- What do.. you... want???
- Well you are in a great need, here, honey... and I, your friend, am willing to help you. what makes you think I want to do it, though, big boy?? don't you think i need more... persuasion???
- Oh that's better... you're a fast learner, big boy....
- Listen, baby. your heart is pounding. i can see it from here. and i'm sure your brain is all foggy right now. i know how it feels. but believe me, baby, when you find the release you so desperately need, you will feel so much much better.
- My deep, warm pussy is all you need right now, honey. i am all you need right now! me!!! Catherine!!! Mrs Stevens for you... all you have to do is to ask me nicely to take care of your cock. okay?
- Yes what, big boy...?
- Mrs Stevens...
- That's it... because Mrs Stevens does not want to do it, baby, and she needs you to beg her. she needs you to beg her like a little dog begs for a bone. okay, big boy?
- Yes, Mrs Stevens...
- That's it... you're so close, big boy. my pussy is ready to rest on your cock. my juices are ready to drip all over it. i'm ready to give you the release you crave for... you just have to beg...
- FUCK!!!! PLEASE, MRS STEVENS... PLEASE... I BEG YOU TO TAKE CARE OF MY COCK... PLEASE... I'M YOURS, MRS STEVENS... JUST PLEASE... I CAN'T HOLD IT ANYMORE... I DON'T KNWO WHAT AM I GONNA DO... PLEASE, MRS STEVENS....
- Oh that's just fuckin perfect, big boy... just fuckin perfect...
you must have been unconscious for hours. strangely you didn't have any calls. it must have been Catherine's work. you opened your eyes. you were sitting on your chair. your cock was out, still leaking cum.
- What the fuck??
you put it in, with a quick move. you had no recollection of what had happened.
- What the fuck is going o....
- NO WAY!!!!
- CATHERINE!! WHERE THE FUCK IS CATHERINE???
you picked up the phone. started ringing. there was no answer.
- Where the fuck is she???
you kept holding the phone. while waiting you saw something on the screen of your PC. it was a letter. kinda like a huge post it.
- What the fuck is that????
you took it and started reading. aloud...
Dear big boy,
you may not remember what happened, but don't worry. meth is a hell of a drug. if you're reading this letter, it means that you're perfectly fine and that's what matters. one thing though. i suggest that you sit down before we begin, because what you're about to hear, may be disturbing. devastating one might say.
so, big boy, i'm sure you have figured i'm Catherine, right? i mean, Mrs Stevens for you. well, let me get straight to the point.
tomorrow it will be announced that our company will be merged with Smiths and Co. am i right? and you, as a good supervisor - and friend - was going to announce my departure from the company. right? you were going to tell me nice things. things like "it wasn't my fault" and shit, and throw me like a piece of trash. and i'm sure you were going to replace me with a more suitable person for this position, like.. uhmm let me think... your girlfriend, Emma!! hah?
isn't it so, big boy?
well, unfortunately that was YOUR plan. see, MY plan is better. you may not find it as good as yours, but hey, we can't have everything.
the thing here is, that you made a big mistake, big boy. i mean, did you really think i was going to do nothing? i mean, fuckin wow! it's almost insulting! you though you were going to fuck me up and get away with it? didn't you know me at all? what can i say, big boy. i'm disappointed in you.
never mind. what matters is that a new day begins. and to tell you the truth it worked for the best. well, not for you. for me...
so pay attention because what i have to say is extremely important. okay? so. the past 2 months you signed lots of papers, honey. well, you always trusted me. it was so nice of you. but let me ask you: who is so fuckin stupid to really trust the person that he's gonna fire???
i'll be quick, big boy.
about your money. you have no access anymore at pretty much anything. you don't have access to your PC. you don't have access to your credit cards, your bank accounts, you don't even has access to your fuckin gym subscription! all the passwords are changed, handsome. and don't ask who knows them... so. that means no more PC for you. and as for the bank, don't even bother go there yourself. you have signed that for any transaction, they need my physical presence.
now as for you. it seems this merger took a lot out of you and you needed a boost to get going, right? well, that's okay. after all, that's what coke is made for. never mind. the thing is that you have bought more than 50 g's the past couple of months, some of which you have sold as well to "friends". so, what we need right now is to be careful. nobody fucks with these things...
oh and about your job. they say ambition sometimes blinds us,
you know? how else you can explain what you're about to do? in fact, i'm
writing the email as we speak! see, you're about to bribe Smiths' CFO
for a position in the new board. i wonder who's gonna hire you after
and don't even get me started on your soon-to-be-love-of-your-life blah blah. i really hope she knows about our last fuckin session, right? i don't know about you, but i was shocked with your stamina, baby! i mean, are you always like this or it was me who made the difference? i really believe she has to see the tape, baby. she won't believe what a stallion she has...
i think it is obvious that your life is at my hands, stud.
you see it now?
which means that everything's gonna change between us.
so why don't you just live the last day of your old life, hah? and i suggest that you live it to the fullest, big boy. because as of tomorrow everything will be different.
what i ask you may wonder.
well, you will find out tomorrow morning.
i'll drop by your office as usual.
what i want from you at this point is just a sign of obedience.
so, when i walk in, you will wear a pair of your girlfriend's lingerie underneath your costume. one thing though. they have to be used. do not try to fool me. i guess i don't have to tell you what is going to happen if you do. okay?
so, you go wear Emma's bra and panties and come to work, okay?
oh and one last thing. you will never address me with my first name, ever again. from now on, i am Mrs Stevens for you.
are we clear, big boy?
it's monday morning. things have been going wild lately. this weekend was the toughest of your life. didn't know what to think. or do. or say..
you have kept everything a secret. decided it was better for your relationship with Emma to keep it that way. you have been acting strange though, but luckily enough, your behavior didn't raise any questions.
you never stopped thinking about this though. about monday morning. what would that crazy bitch going to do? your life was at stake here. you had to watch your next step. you had to be careful. at this point you had to make her feel she's on top of things. and right when she thought she could have you, you were going to strike. quick n easy. like a black mamba.
that Catherine bitch was going to pay. big time. just not yet..
you fucked Emma real hard the previous night just thinking about it. fucked her big tits wildly. you were hard on her. fucked her as if all this as HER fault. rimmed her ass and when you were about to cum, you opened her mouth, put your huge cock in it and emptied your balls like a beast. you felt like the king of the jungle. nobody could fuck with you.
you woke up just to find her lying next to you like a kitten. a used, and humiliated one though. her clothes were torn apart. her hair was a mess. her sheets were still moist.
you had no time though. you had to move fast. you got closer and gently removed her panties. next thing you remember was trying to unhook her bra.
- fucking bitch. you're going to pay for this!!! you kept thinking.
now you had both her undergarments in front of you. first you took her panties. you put them on. they were moist and sticky. you could feel her juices in your crotch, but sadly you could feel yours too. you tried not to think about it. you moved on to the bra. it was real hard to work with it. it took you about 10 minutes to put it on. then you put on the rest of your men's clothes and you woke Emma up.
the first thing she could feel was the pain in her vagina from the previous night's acts. she was soaking wet. sperm was all over her body. she felt used and humiliated. didn't say anything though. worst part of her morning was that she couldn't find her underwear.
she kept searching. all naked. it was even more humiliating for her. then she asked you were they may be. you didn't know what to say. couldn't tell her you were wearing them. you came up with something. said you both had to go earlier than usual. finally you made her go out without wearing any underwear. you felt so sad for her. and at the same time so angry about Catherine.
- she's going to pay for everything. you thought for a moment. you drove her to work. careful not to find out you were wearing her bra. she left. a sign of release for you. the feeling of your sticky cum slowly dripping all over your legs was unbearable. the smell of sperm was stronger the closer someone got to your crotch. you had to be careful about that as well...
2 hours later you were sitting in your office. hadn't work a bit. you wanted to kill that woman. couldn't wait any longer. she was 2 hours late. you had to do something. call someone. but then again, things with Catherine were so fucked up, that a part of you was afraid to do so.
- fuck!!! that bitch will pay for that!!!! you kept mumbling. your life the past 3 days had been a nightmare. a nightmare you had to escape from.
suddenly you heard the door knocking.
- come on in!! you said. you knew it was her. your heart stopped for a second.
she entered your office. she was dressed in black. it was obvious she was dressed for attention. you were sure none of the guys you work with would have taken his eyes out of her cleavage. as for her skirt. well, let's say that no self respected woman would ever wear that in her workplace.
she locked the door once more. you stopped breathing for a second. she started walking straight to you. you couldn't speak. didn't know why, but you had lost your train of thoughts. seemed to be more afraid of her than expected. now she was right in front of you.
she bends a bit. her deep cleavage is now in your face. you try to take your eyes away. you look up as she talks to you.
- i think you're sitting in MY chair, big boy, don't cha think?
- wha..? no, i don...
- why don't you be a good boy and get up so i can sit in my new office? wouldn't it be better for all of us to avoid all the drama?
- new office? what the fu..?? this?? wha,, HELL NO!!!! THIS AIN'T YOUR OFFICE!!!! NOR WILL EVER BE!!!
- *SLAP* she gives you a slap on the face, before you finish your sentence.
- WHAT THE FU...?????
- *SLAP* another one. your head spins. you try to slap her back. her head spins as well.
- You're soooo gonna regret this... big boy...
she steps back and sits on the sofa, right across your office. she crosses her legs. you can almost see her underwear. you are still shocked. you say nothing. she carefully reapplies her lipstick.
- You know what the problem is with all you, men? you still stay there lookin at her, not saying anything.
- You can never accept losing from a woman, you know?
- See, just because you got a tiny prick and a pair of no-balls, you think you're so much better than us, that you really can't lose, hah?
- See, your daddy never taught you to lower your head in front of a woman, hah?
- Can you see the difference, big boy?
- My mommy taught me to get on all fours so that a pig like you takes me from behind. and i learned it well, you know? i became really good at it.
- Your daddy din't teach you to get on all fours though, hah?
- Well, don't worry. i'm here for you...
- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKIN ABOUT, BITCH?? ARE YOU HIGH OR SOMETHING???
- So many bad words for you, big boy...
- WHY DON'T YOU STOP ALL THIS BULLSHIT AND TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT, CATHERINE??
- I READ YOUR LETTER! WELL, HERE I AM TO TALK!!
- WE ARE BOTH ADULTS HERE. JUST GO ON! I AIN'T GOT ALL DAY!!
- LISTEN! STOP FUCKIN WITH ME AND JUST TELL ME WHAT ARE YOUR FUCKING CONDITIONS SO THAT YOU GET WHAT YOU WANT AND THEN GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!! YOU WANT MONEY?? WELL JUST TELL ME THE PRICE! I AM HERE TO TALK NUMBERS, CATHY...
- Cathy?? God, i thought we were clear on this, big boy.
she opens a pack of her Virginia Slims and removes an emerging cigarette with her lips. she brings her lighter up to the tip and sucks in. you stay there mesmerized for a moment as she inhales. she is sexy as hell. you can't deny this. she is your worst enemy nevertheless. you don't talk for a second. you just look at her as she holds the smoke in her mouth. it is clear that you wait for her to say something. anything.
you hate that woman. want to see her in jail. you still can't believe how you got yourself into this. she blows the smoke through her nose and looks deeply into your eyes. deep down you admit it, that a part of you is so fucking scared right now...
- Okay, i guess we have a problem here.
- I thought we would have an understanding between us, but i was clearly wrong. that's okay.
- WHAT ARE YOU TA...
- Why don't you let ME do the talking, for a moment? why don't you stay there like a good boy and listen to me?
- YOU HAV...
- Well, let me rephrase...
- If i hear one more word coming out of your mouth, i'm sending everything i have for you, to the whole fucking country!! how 'bout that??
- YOU FUC....
- WHAT DID YOU SAY????
you closed your mouth. you wanted to scream. but instead you did nothing. you just stayed there waiting for her to speak...
- Listen you filthy fuck. you thought you could fuck with me. right? 2 months ago! you thought you could just take me out like trash. right, big boy? ME!! i've been here for you 24/7 for all these years, just so that you come one day and tell me that i'm no longer needed??? so that you come one day and tell me that your fucking bitch is better suited for my place??? MY PLACE??? and then what, stud?? you thought i was gonna leave it like this? you thought i was gonna cry like some pathetic little girl and get out? really????
- You poor bastard... you have no idea what's in store for you...
- WHAT DO YO....
- DID I HEAR YOUR VOICE????? DID I????
- NO, RIGHT????
- Hmmmm, let me be straight on you, big guy.
- "YOUR LIFE IS AT MY HANDS..."
- I mean.. do you understand the meaning of what i said?
- I really hope you did, because if you didn't then i should demonstrate and believe me i don't want to waste my time in stupid things!!
- Your pathetic life now belongs to me, boy.
- Do you understand?
- DO YOU UNDERSTAND???
- Say "Yes Mrs Stevens" or else you know what happens...
- ....Yes... Mrs... Stevens...
your voice was trembling.
- See how much easier it is when we agree?
- It's all about learning to lose, baby. that's okay. you will get used to it. you will learn to agree with me from now on.
- Say "Yes, Mrs Stevens. i will always agree with you."
- NO!! I WON'T...
- WHAT DID YOU SAY, BABY?
- Well, then say "Yes, Mrs Stevens. i will always agree with you, because i am an airhead."
- WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME????
- YOUR LIFE!!! NOW, SAY IT!!!
- ... Yes... Mrs... Stevens... i will always.... agree... with you... because... i.. am... an.... [fuck!!!] an airhead!!!
- Listen, baby. now that we have a better understanding. i think you 're starting to realize that i have more power in my hands, than what you thought, right?
- See, i bet you thought i wouldn't realize the extent of my powers, but unfortunately honey...
- I hold your life in my hands.
- And i know i can play you like a puppet, from now on.
she stands up. her walk is slow and seductive. your heart is about to stop. right now, she can sense your fear. you look at her. for the first time in your life you seem weak. she stands right in front of you. you are trembling.
- Now, will you be a good boy and get up so i can sit in MY chair?
this time you didn't say anything. you just stood up, making room for her to sit. in your chair. in your office...
- Oh yeah. that's it. oh God, i look perfect in this office..
- Don't i look perfect in this office, honey? [say: Yes Mrs Stevens...] she whispers playfully.
- Yes, Mrs Stevens...
- Am i not better suited for this office, baby? [you know what to say...]
- Yes, Mrs Stevens...
- Oh that's way better, big boy! i think we 're making good progress here!
- At least we have established that there's no "no, Mrs Stevens". right?
- Yes, Mrs Stevens...
- Oh, you are so adorable when you address me properly. listen honey. for you, there's no other way to call me, okay? i mean, that's okay, you know my name is Catherine, but you WILL NEVER CALL ME LIKE THIS! IT'S TOTALLY UNACCEPTABLE!
- The only way to address me from now on, will be by my last name. okay, baby?
- Yes, Mrs Stevens...
- That's perfect, baby doll.
- Mrs Stevens has a lot of things to tell you. but first things first. i told you to do something in that letter. remember? well, let's see, have you been a good boy?
- Can you please take off your pants, stud? i wanna see what's underneath that sexy exterior. see, i don't know why, but i got this strange feeling that you're not the man everybody thinks you are, you know? you're sending me all those gay vibes, for some reason. see, i'm sorry if i'm wrong, but you can't be sure for anyone these days! just when you think you have found a real male, bang! you see him wearing your underwear, you know? well, never mind. can i see now?
- What? uhm... Well... NO!! You can't...
- WHAT WAS THAT, BIG BOY?
- I SAID NO!!! I AM HUMILIATED ENOUGH, DON'T YOU THINK??? WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME???
- You heard me... now...
- NO I DON'T!!! AND I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE, OKAY???
- ENOUGH WITH ALL THIS BULLSHIT!!!
- I'M NOT GAY!!! I WON'T SHOW YOU ANYTHING!!!
- AND FOR FUCK'S SAKE, "I'M STILL YOUR SUPERVISOR!!!!!!!!!!"
- SO STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING RIGHT NOW!!!!!
- I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU!!!!
you screamed. your heart was ready to stop. you tried to be convincing. it was your last card. didn't know if that was the right thing to do. you waited for an answer. she sat more comfortable in your chair. put her legs on your office and lit up one more cigarette...
- You 're not afraid of me...?
- YOU 'RE NOT AFRAID OF ME???
- Well, you should have, baby...
- And YOU WILL!!
- We 're gonna make sure that you become respectful and loyal to me, not because you like me, but because YOU 'RE SO FUCKIN AFRAID OF ME!!!
- DO YOU UNDERSTAND, DOG???
- I'm gonna make sure that you become my toy.
- Because that's what you 'll be from now on, fucker! MY FUCKING TOY!!! MY PERSONAL PROPERTY!! TO USE AS I WISH!!!
- DO YOU UNDERSTAND???
- YOU SAID YOU 'RE NOT GAY???
- WELL, I'M GONNA MAKE YOU GAY!!! YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!
- I'M GONNA DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT!!!
- I'M GONNA MAKE YOU THE FUCKIN SYMBOL OF THE WHOLE FUCKING GAY PRIDE!!! YOU KNOW???
- YOU 'RE STILL NOT AFRAID OF ME???
- WELL, LET'S SEE!! MAYBE A 10 INCH COCK IN YOUR SORRY ASS, GIVES YOU SOME PERSPECTIVE!!!
you stood there staring at her. trembling.
- What.... wh.. what... d... d... do.. you.. what do you want... from.. from me...?
- I... I... was... not...
- YOU 'RE IN DEEP FUCKIN SHIT, FUCKER!!
- THAT'S THE THING!!
- YOU 'RE IN DEEP FUCKIN SHIT. AND THERE IS NO FUCKIN WAY I'M EVER GONNA LET YOU GET OUT OF THIS SHIT!!!
- IN FACT, I 'M GONNA MAKE SURE THAT YOU STAY THAT WAY FOR AS LONG AS YOU 'RE OF USE TO ME!
- AND YOU BETTER PRAY TO BE IN USE FOR A LONG TIME, FUCKER...
- MY TIME HAS COME, BABY...
- YOU SHOULD BE CAREFUL...
- ALL YOUR PASSWORDS, YOUR BANK ACCOUNTS, YOUR WHOLE FUCKING EXISTENCE IS CONTROLLED BY ME!
- AND YOU NEED ME MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD, BIG BOY...
- BECAUSE YOU 'VE BEEN DOING BAD THINGS LATELY. DRUG DEALING, BRIBERY, CORRUPTION...
- YOU ARE IN D-E-E-P F-U-C-K-I-N S-H-I-T, STUD!!!
- GOT IT???
- SO WHEN I SAY SOMETHING, YOU DO IT!!!
- GOT IT???
- 'CAUSE IF YOU DON'T, BAD THINGS WILL HAPPEN TO YOU...
- VERY BAD THINGS...
- MOST PROBABLY FOR LIFE...
- AND WHO KNOWS, WITH THE RIGHT PROSECUTOR WE COULD HAVE A DEATH SENTENCE...
- GOT IT, BIG BOY???
- A DEATH SENTENCE!!!!
- SO WHEN I SAY YOU ARE A DOG, YOU GO OUT THERE AND START BARKING!!! WHEN I SAY YOU ARE GAY, YOU GO OUT THERE AND START GIVING SPEECHES TO THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD ABOUT THE POSITIVE EFFECTS OF ASS-FUCKING!!!
- GOT IT, FUCKER????
you tried to speak. you couldn't. there was no strength left. your knees were weak. you couldn't stand anymore. you sat on the sofa. she laughed. with a sudden move she stood up and sat on your lap. she started rubbing her thighs on you. your cock got rock hard in a second...
- Oh... what's this, stud?
- You like me, big boy?
- Wanna fuck me, like you did the other day?
- It was a good fuck, wasn't it?
You didn't answer.
- I asked you a question, stud! remember what we said about our relationship? i ask, you answer! i speak, you close your fuckin mouth! i walk, you follow! what part did you not understand, boy???
she unzips your pants and takes out your throbbing member. she grabs your balls.
- you once had a pair of these, stud! well, you don't anymore! these are mine now! get over it!!
- you are at my mercy, fucker!!! got it???
- I can play with your life, just for my amusement!!
- GOT IT???
- IT WAS A GOOD FUCK, THE OTHER DAY! WASN'T IT???
- YES, WHAT, FUCKER??? SAY IT!! SAY THE WHOLE FUCKIN SENTENCE!!! SAY IT LIKE YOU BELIEVE IT!!! CONVINCE ME, FUCKER!!! MAKE ME THINK I WAS THE BEST FUCK YOU EVER HAD!!
she stands up and grabs her phone!
- I'M GONNA TAPE IT, FUCKER!!! I'M GONNA TAPE YOU BEGGING ME FOR MORE!! AND YOU ARE GONNA START STROKING YOUR COCK FOR ME!! YOU 'RE GONNA SAY OUT LOUD WHAT A FUCK I WAS!! AND YOU 'RE GONNA CUM LIKE A DOG FOR ME!!! GOT IT!!! AND IF I HEAR ONE PROTEST, YOU KNOW WHAT IS GONNA HAPPEN...
you open your mouth to say something. she turns the camera on and starts recording...
- You... you... FUCK!!!
- PLEASE, STOP THIS MADNESS!!!
She pauses the camera.
- Listen, honey. And this is really the last time i say it.
- I know you may still believe you have an option on anything. i know you may not understand the magnitude of all this. i know it may be difficult for you to realize the extent of the power i have over you.
- But listen, baby.
- I want you to look at me when i say it.
You don't want to, but you don't really have a choice. she's right in front of you.
- You. Are. Mine. Now.
- Your life belongs to me, dear.
- For 2 months now, i do nothing else but fucking your life.
- Fuckin it bad.
- You did serious crimes during this time. you know what i'm saying?
- Crimes for which people spend the rest of their lives in a cell, honey.
- Crimes for which some people even go to the chair...
- But you are lucky!
- Because until now, i am the only one who knows about them.
- THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN KEEP YOUR SECRETS SAFE!
- GOT IT, BABY?
you stay silent.
- YOUR FUCKIN LIFE DEPENDS NOW ON HOW I FEEL ABOUT YOU...
- WHICH MEANS I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT TO YOU OR YOUR LIFE!!!
- BECAUSE IF I DECIDE TO SEND THE EVIDENCE TO ALL THE RIGHT PLACES, YOUR LIFE WILL BE FINISHED!!
- SO WHETHER YOU DO WHATEVER -I- WANT, OR YOU 'RE GONE.
- DID YOU UNDERSTAND, HONEY?
- HERE, LET ME SHOW YOU.
she starts dialing a number.
- What... who... who are you calling...???
Your life was over. you knew it now. you were screaming inside.
- WAIT!!! WHO ARE YOU CALLING????
she doesn't move.
- PLEASE!! TALK TO ME!!! WHO ARE YOU CALLING????
the phone is ringing. she puts it on speaker. 1... 2... 3 seconds...
- PLEASE STOP THIS!!!! OKAY!!!! OKAY!!! JUST HUNG UP AND I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!!!!
- PLEASE!!!! JUST DON'T CALL ANYONE!!!! PLEASE!!!!
she looks at you.
- Will you behave?
You are shaking.
- NOW, KNEEL BEFORE ME AND REPEAT IT. WILL YOU BEHAVE???
you did as you were told. the hardest thing you had ever done. you knelt. it was the first second of your new life. it was the birth of a new person. a horrifying moment.
- YES, WHAT??? ALWAYS ADDRESS ME PROPERLY! BY MY LAST NAME! ALWAYS!
- US TWO. WE ARE NOT EQUAL ANYMORE.
- YOU NEED ME.
- MORE THAN YOU NEED TO EAT.
- YOU DEPEND ON ME.
- YOUR CRIMES WILL BE EXPOSED WITHOUT ME.
- FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, YOU ARE THE PUPPET.
- AND I HOLD THE STRINGS.
- I AM MRS STEVENS FOR YOU.
- AND YOU, YOU ARE WHOEVER I TELL YOU TO BE!
- DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
- YES WHAT?????
- YES, MRS STEVENS!
- THAT'S IT, YOU DISGUSTING LITTLE PIG. NEXT TIME I PROMISE I WON'T HUNG UP!!!
you tried to hold your tears. you tried a lot...
- Please sit down. we've got work to do.
she sits in your chair. you take a seat across the table. your hands are shaking.
- Let's set some ground rules, before we begin, shall we?
a few seconds of silence pass. you look at her, trying to understand how all these happened. she lights up a cigarette.
- First of all, when i walk into your office, i expect from you to stand up immediately. from the moment i step in, this office is not yours, it's mine. and you should behave accordingly.
- For the others, you are still in charge, but the two of us know the truth, okay?
you were trembling.
- I said, "okay?"
- Yes... Mrs... Stevens...
- That's it.
- When i walk in, you become my secretary. okay?
- Yes, Mrs Stevens...
- If you ever forget your place, you know what will follow, right?
- Yes, Mrs Stevens...
- So. As of this moment, i expect from you to act, think and breath as my secretary. okay, dear?
- Yes... Mrs... Stevens.
- You have lost access to your pc and quite frankly, you will never regain it.
- When i'm not present, you will act as if YOU were the boss, but only to fool people. You will never process anything!
- Everything will be processed by me only. okay, honey?
- Yes, Mrs... Stevens.
- That means no more work for you! After all, you won't even have a pc working...
- It will take a while, but i believe that in 2-4 months, you will struggle to keep up with the pace.
- This is important, baby.
she looks deep into your eyes.
- I DO NOT WANT ANY OF THE COMPANY'S IMPORTANT MATTER/INFORMATION/UPDATE TO PENETRATE YOUR MIND.
- THIS IS A CLEAR ORDER.
- Yes, Mrs Stevens...
you could almost hear the screams inside your head.
- YOU WILL DO ANYTHING AT YOUR DISPOSAL, TO STAY AWAY FROM PEOPLE/PLACES WHERE YOU BELIEVE YOU MAY LEARN SOMETHING NEW. OKAY, DEAR?
- Yes... Mrs... Stevens...
- As for the company's meetings, you will find excuses so that i take your place, as your "secretary".
- See, it is important that the Board gets used to my presence instead of you.
- Of course - and since you're still the manager of the department - you will still have access to information, which of course will be immediately transferred to your boss!
- And who is your boss, dear?
- You are..., Mrs... Stevens...
- That's just perfect, dear. Perfect.
- You are no longer who you were, honey. From now on, i want you to consider of yourself as a secretary. MY SECRETARY!
- THIS IS WHAT YOU REALLY ARE. YOU ARE MY SECRETARY, WHO, IN MY ABSENCE, PRETENDS TO BE THE BOSS!
- Right, dear?
- Yes... Mrs... Stevens...
you looked down.
- And secretaries don't know important things about the company, right?
- Right, Mrs Stevens...
- Or practice their skills in analysis, management, negotiations and stuff. right?
- Right, Mrs Stevens...
- That order is of utmost importance, honey.
- The following months are crucial for us. You will continue your job as if nothing happened. But your orders will be clear: you will keep away from ALL your duties. okay?
- Yes... Mrs.. Stevens...
- You were too good, baby. i admit it. better than most of them, here. sharp mind, fast, bright.
- Well, it's time you lost some of your mojo, dear. it's time you stopped practicing those skills.
- I DON'T WANT YOU TO REMEMBER DETAILS, BOY!
- I DON'T WANT YOU TO REMEMBER CLIENTS. NUMBERS. LOCATIONS. ANYTHING!!!
- Because THAT'S what makes a good manager, dear!!
- And YOU have nothing to do with these things!
- YOU are just a secretary!!!
- YOU are not allowed to know the specifics!
- Of course, the total absence from your duties will help. But WE have to do more!
- We have to make you OBVIOUSLY inadequate for that position, whilst making ME the PERFECT FIT!
- Okay..., Mrs, Stevens...
you couldn't even raise your head. your career flashed before your eyes. successes. promotions. money. glory. fame. anything a man could ever dream of.
- See, babe, the thing is that you can't just make someone forget! it takes time. and effort!
- So, listen. as i climb up the corporate ladder, i want you to focus on your new skills, dear.
- Pay attention, honey. That's your second order!
she exhaled the smoke.
- Your new duties, as of tomorrow, will be: each day at the office, you will learn a women's magazine by heart.
- AND WHEN I SAY "BY HEART", I MEAN IT!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND???
you wanted to physically kill that woman. that's all you 'd been thinking.
- DO YOU UNDERSTAND, BOY?
- ... Yes..., .... Mrs..., .... Stevens.....
She looks at you.
- YOU WILL COME TO YOUR OFFICE EVERY MORNING AND BY THE TIME YOU LEAVE, YOU MUST BE ABLE TO WRITE OR RECITE WHAT YOU READ DURING THE DAY, WITHOUT THINKING!! OKAY???
- .......Yes..... Mrs.... Stevens....
- Your job is to memorize EVERYTHING, boy!! OKAY???
- Yes.... Mrs... Stevens...
- Everyday, before you leave, i expect a fully detailed debriefing on the day's subject. okay, dear?
- Yes.... Mrs... Stevens...
you couldn't stand any more humiliation.
- Now, THAT'S THE SKILLS WE WANT OUR SECRETARY TO HAVE!!
- So. honey. pay close attention. write it down. that's your first task!
she hands you a pen and a paper.
- on mondays you will read celebrity magazines, on tuesdays you will read fashion magazines, on wednesdays you will read cooking magazines, on thursdays women's fitness magazines and on fridays... well, that's a surprise i'm gonna talk about in a few moments...
you stood there looking at the pen. at first, you thought about sticking it to her heart. but then...
no one knew what would happen to you, if she died. you thought about it. your hands were shaking. you took the pen and started writing...
- Did you write what i said?
- Yes... yes... i did. ... Mrs Stevens.
your voice was now filled with hatred. and anger. deep suppressed anger.
- You can't change the order, unless you have my permission. okay, boy?
- I SAID, OKAY????
- .....Yes... Mrs... Stevens....
- That's my boy.
- I want this habit to grow on you, boy.
- I want you to get used to your new duties.
- Let me tell you a few things that i expect from you.
you didn't even raise your head.
- On mondays, for example! I don't want you to think about budgets and statements on mondays. i want you to think about celebrities! okay? i want you to fill your head with useless information about them. i want you to learn all the gossip by heart. every little detail. i want you to wait for me to finish my meeting, YOUR MEETING, while reading about where miley cyrus spent her weekend! okay, baby?
- .....Yes....Mrs. Stevens!
- Tuesdays will be fashion days! on fashion days, along with your magazine, you will be expected to draw a simple fashion sketch.
- I know it may seem weird and amateurish at first. BUT. your tuesdays will be dedicated to this from now on. which means that i expect results! got it?
- What we want here, is not only to memorize what you read. I WANT TO SEE PROGRESS! REAL PROGRESS! I WANNA SEE YOU LEARNING ABOUT FASHION STYLES. TRENDS. CULTURES. AND I WANNA SEE YOU APPLYING THEM TO YOUR SKETCHES! I WANNA SEE YOU BECOMING AN AMATEUR FASHION DESIGNER!
- YOU WERE ONE OF THE BEST ASSETS OF THIS COMPANY!
- Well, it's time you put even more effort to a different field! okay?
- ......... okay.... Mrs...., Mrs... Stevens.
- I'm sure, in time, you 'll get to even start like what you do.
- So. Wednesdays will be cooking days! foods, drinks, appetizers, pastries. you are expected to become a food expert. okay?
- ..... okay....
- See? that is something from which you will be benefited!
she laughed again.
- I wish i could say the same thing about the next one though...
- Well, on thursdays you 'll get to know us better. and by us, i mean women.
she inhaled her smoke.
- See, i'm sure you have never opened Shape, or Prevention, or anything, right?
- Right, mrs Stevens...
you wanted to kill her.
- Well, that's okay. because as of this thursday, you are expected to start your job.
- More specifically, you are expected to become an expert on diets, nutrition, beauty, fitness and well-being! okay, baby?
she seemed to enjoy every second of your total humiliation. you couldn't even answer. you just nodded.
- Perfect! So. Every thursday afternoon, a written examination will be waiting in your desk. there will be 10 questions each time!!
- What are you tal....
you didn't finish your sentence. she took a deep breath and started reading a piece of paper, which seemed to be some kind of notes, or something.
- So! i have it everything here!
- 2 of the questions will be about nutrition. calories counting. low-fat meals, organic products etc. you get the point. you are expected to become an expert in diets (all kinds of diets) and healthy nutrition of women. tough questions may even ask you to write the exact number of calories of a certain meal.
- 2 will be about fitness. weight loss tips. cardio workouts. fighting cellulite, loosing the baby weight. stuff like that will be considered standard. you will learn everything about female anatomy and cardio-muscular system, for ages 1 to 60.
- 3 will be about beauty. skin-care products, anti-aging creams, cosmetic surgery tips, will be your territory. you are expected to learn everything a woman needs to keep her beauty intact, after she passes the age of 16.
- the last part will be the more... well, you know awkward for you.
- so. the last 3 questions will be about sex and relationships. i know... but hey, you are a guy. you have the inside track!
you tried to speak, but she stopped you once more.
- so! you will learn things like: how to keep him happy, how to tease him, what to say when you don't want sex, how to find out if he's cheating on you. stuff like that. you are expected to learn everything about the female psychology and relationship politics. although that will never be enough. 2 out of the 3 questions of this category will be about sex.
- For that reason, you are expected to become a guru in sex tips. how to use your teeth when you give him oral, how to disengage your gag reflex, how to treat the tip of his head. stuff like that. don't worry, women's fitness magazines are full of this stuff!
- Okay, dear?
- I... that's... wh...
- I said.... something....
- .....Yes... Mrs.... Stevens!!
- You don't want to upset me again, do you?
- No, Mrs Stevens...
- You have to understand me, honey! i don't want you to practice ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING that might be used against me! SO THAT'S THE DEAL! YOU 'RE GONNA BE READING ABOUT HOW TO GIVE HIM THE PERFECT BLOWJOB! WHAT CAN I SAY???
- HEY! AT LEAST THAT'S A SKILL I MIGHT ASK YOU TO TEACH ME SOME DAY! RIGHT?
she laughs once more.
- So. Now about the fridays!
- Let me ask you: what is the first thing that you think about when someone asks you to think of a secretary?
- The question is rhetorical. you don' have to answer, silly.
- Let me tell you what I think of.
- Picture this.
- I think of a slut. a dumb slut. painting her nails. chewing gum. while, answering a phone every now and then.
- Am i right?
you said nothing once more.
- Well, i am...
she answers to her question.
- On fridays you won't even READ!
- There's another thing i want you to focus on.
- So. baby.
- On fridays you're gonna be practicing the art of beauty on yourself!
- WHA... NO... WH...
- SHHHHHH, BOY!!!
- JUST LISTEN AND SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR A MOMENT, PLEASE.
you murmured something.
- LIKE IT OR NOT. YOUR NEW FOCUS IS SIMPLE.
- THAT'S WHY YOU'LL WORK FOR THE WHOLE WEEK!
- YOU WILL BECOME A BEAUTY GURU!
- A MODERN, SEXY, STYLISH BEAUTY GURU!
- YOU WILL BUY YOUR OWN PRODUCTS. YOU WILL LEARN EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM. AND ON FRIDAYS... YOU WILL APPLY EVERYTHING ON YOU!
- NO!!! NO!!! THAT'S IT!!! I WILL NEVER....
- WILL YOU LISTEN, BOY?
- I THOUGHT WE HAD AN AGREEMENT...
she stood up. she was furious.
- PLEASE, CATHERINE! NO!! I CAN'T DO ANY OF THIS SHIT!!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT???
- LISTEN WHAT YOU 'RE GONNA DO, FUCKER...
- YOU ARE GONNA BE A GOOD BOY AND AS LONG AS I DO YOUR FUCKIN WORK, GOING TO YOUR FUCKIN MEETINGS AND LEARNING HOW TO BECOME PERFECT IN YOUR FUCKIN JOB, YOU, ARE GOING TO STAY IN YOUR LITTLE SECRETARY'S DESK, DOING AND UNDOING YOUR NAILS, TESTING MAKEUPS AND MASCARAS AND EYE SHADOWS, DOING ALL KINDS OF SHIT THAT GIRLS LOVE, SO THAT YOU BECOME A FUCKIN EXPERT ON THIS!!!
- GOT IT, BOY???
- SO, IF YOU WANT TO KEEP YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE LIFE OUT HERE AND NOT IN A FUCKIN CELL, YOU 'RE GONNA DO AS YOU ARE TOLD!
- AND DO NOT EVEN THINK OF FOOLING ME!
- YOU ARE GOING TO FUCKING LEARN THIS SHIT, STUD!!!
- YOU ARE GOING TO STACK ALL THIS SHIT UP IN YOUR FUCKING BRAIN!!!
- YOU ARE GONNA STAY HERE DOING AND UNDOING YOUR NAILS FOR HOURS! UNTIL YOU LEARN HOW TO DO IT LIKE A PRO!
- YOU ARE GOING TO BECOME A PRO, STUD!! GOT IT???
- THE MAKEUP BRUSH IS GOING TO BECOME YOUR SIXTH FINGER, YOU KNOW???
- IT'S YOU NEW JOB, BABY!!!
- IT'S YOUR NEW FUCKING JOB. AND I'M YOUR BOSS!!!!
- YOU THINK IT'S EASY???
- YOU THINK WITH ME BEING THE BOSS, ANYTHING IS EASY???
- WELL, I'VE GOT NEWS FOR YOU, FUCKER!
- I'M GONNA NEED RESULTS! I'M GONNA BE YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE!
- BECAUSE AS OF THIS FRIDAY YOU ARE STARTING YOUR NEW BLOG!! GOT IT???
- WHAT ARE YOU....???
- YOUR NEW BLOG, HONEY!! YOU ARE AN ASPIRING BEAUTY GURU! AND YOU MAKE A START! IT'S GONNA BE YOUR 24/7 JOB!
- YOU 'RE GONNA POST ALL THE TIME! YOU 'RE GONNA ANSWER TO YOUR FOLLOWERS! YOU 'RE GONNA GIVE ADVICE! TIPS! VIDEOS! EVERYTHING!!
she tries to calm for a moment. sits down again. takes a deep breath and continues.
- Listen to me, dear. there's no way out of here. there's nothing out there for you. it's either my way, or jail. for the rest of your life.
- It's not that you have a choice in this.
- Keeping your life, means being my secretary for as long as you are of use to me.
- And believe me, honey. just pray that you keep being of use to me. because if you stop...
- See, that's what you don't understand even now. instead of whining like a little girl, you have to start looking for ways to become useful to me.
- I make the rules now, baby. you wanna go, then go! i will lose my job, but you are gonna lose your life!
- Otherwise, just stay here. help me take your job. and who knows, if you 're good, i may be kind enough to let you keep your job as my secretary.
- But you have to understand, baby, i don't want you to mess with MY stuff!
- This is MY office now! and this is MY job!
- You will have YOUR everyday activities.
- You will make sure, you do your studying. that you pass your tests. and that you LEARN, baby!
- I don't want you anywhere near MY things, honey.
- You will be a loyal secretary. nothing more, nothing less. with no ambitions whatsoever!
- That's why i want you focused on your blog.
- Give someone an incentive, dear and he 'll do wonders!
- And you have the ULTIMATE incentive, honey. TO KEEP YOUR LIFE!
- So, don't take this too personal, baby.
- But i had to get you out of the picture.
- So, you will have your blog!
- But that's not going to be easy for you, sweety.
- Because i want you motivated. i want you to study. i want you to be on the spot.
- So, you will be tested. through your blog's statistics.
- You will run behind numbers, honey.
- You will beg for clicks.
- You will run for followers.
- You will get me results!
- See, honey, your blog is gonna be the best way to see if you work while i'm not here!
- You will be tested every day on your subject and every friday, you will give me report of your blog's statistics.
- See, i'm gonna need to see results right from day 1, honey. so we'l start with a 10% raise in followers and clicks, per week, but hey, i'm telling you. i'm gonna be real demanding as we move on!
- Okay, baby?
you take a deep breath.
- Listen , Catherine.
- I don't know if this is a sick joke you 're playing with me. i don't know if i'm on TV or something.
- But listen, girl.
- Results? Followers? Clicks? what are we talking about here? - I mean. ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND, WOMAN?
- Who do you think you are?
- I won't do any of that gay shit you 're telling me!
- Even if i'm screwed as you say, there's no way i'm ever going to do those things!
- And to tell you the truth, I DON'T BELIEVE ANY OF THE THINGS YOU SAY YOU CAN DO!!!
- GOT IT, "GIRL"????
you stand up. shouting. that was the first time you did something like this.
- SO, WHY DON'T YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE???
- I GOT TO SAY THOUGH.
- FOR A MOMENT THERE, YOU ALMOST HAD ME!!!
- BUT BLOGS? CLICKS? MASCARAS? WHAT THE FUCK, WOMAN??? YOU ARE A FUCKING SICKO!!!
- SO HEY! WHY DON'T YOU GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE? AND I PROMISE. NEXT TIME I SEE YOU, I HOPE IN AN ASYLUM OR SOMETHING, I'LL MAKE SURE I'LL HAVE A MASCARA WITH ME AND ONE MORE OF THE FUCKIN STUFF YOU JUST SAID! MAKEUP? BRUSH? WHAT THE HELL? YOU PICK!!
- NOW, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE!!
- I HAD ENOUGH WITH YOUR JOKE!
- AND KNOW THAT: YOU 'RE GONNA PAY FOR THIS!
- YOU 'RE GONNA PAY BIG!!!!
- DO NOT EXPECT A-N-Y MERCY, WOMAN!!!
- MAKING FUN OF YOUR MANAGER??? CHANGING MY FUCKING PASSWORDS??? THAT BABY IS GONNA GET IN YOUR RESUME, "HONEY"!!
- I WONDER WHAT YOUR NEXT JOB IS GONNA BE? A MAID? A STRIPPER? MAN, EVEN THERE THEY HAVE A BOSS! AND BELIEVE ME, LADY: I'M GONNA NEED TO HAVE A WORD WITH THEM!!
- YOU MESSED UP WITH THE WRONG PERSON, BABY!!
- YOU 'RE GOING DOWN!!
- YOU HEAR ME????
- NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE!!!!
Catherine didn't say anything. she just turned around and left. she closed the door gently.
- AND GIVE ME THE FUCKING PASSWORDS!!!!
you shouted. the door was closed behind her.
- FUCKIN SICKO!!! WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING...?