I’ve worked my way up to exectutive status through long hours and a lot of ass-kissing. It’s nice to be on salary, finally; and to enjoy all the perks that come along with it. People in the office think I’m an asshole, but who cares? The good part of being an asshole is that you don’t have to care what people think. That and you generally get your way most of the time, too.

Like me and my secretarys. I only hire temps. That’s because once you’ve fucked ’em, who wants them hanging around whining and bitching at you all the time. Once they get laid by an exec, they think they own you. So it’s back to the temp agency for them and their slutty asses.

Today’s new girl was a beaut! Her kelly-green, tight-as-hell-dress had “slut” written all over it. I could tell she didn’t temp for the money. These “administrative assistant” types had notches in their lipstick cases for each executive they laid and got something out of. Well, I could see them coming a mile away. So I always get laid and get away with it scot free!

“Nice to meet you Ms. Steadman, you may call me Mr. Cole.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cole.” Her eyes sparkled and I could tell this temp wasn’t going to last more than a day.

I was in the break room getting some coffee when she walked in, “I know it’s not your field of expertise, but I’m having trouble with the copier. Could you help me Mr. Cole?” She pouted slightly and seemed a little out of breath. I think I knew right then and there what the problem was, and it had nothing to do with the copier.

I followed her into the copy room and watched while she bent over and opened the copier door. She fumbled with a couple of the internal switches like a good little actress and said, “I just don’t know what the problem could be.” She remained bent over, her ass in the air, and looked over her shoulder at me “innocently”.