**Warning, this story is so bad it might break the internet. Read at your own risk.***
You’re The Boss
Celina’s boss was an arrogant son of a bitch, and she loved it. During the interview, he stared at her breasts the whole time. Finally, towards the end, he said, “You do know it’s every man’s fantasy to fuck his secretary.” So that is what they did. Right on the desk, the day of the interview.
Today she wore a low cut red blouse, short pleated skirt and a pair of killer black heels. Her boss liked the “Asian schoolgirl” look and though she was Native American, not Asian, she pulled it off flawlessly. The pigtails and glasses, he said, were a nice touch.
As usual, she wore no panties or hosiery. Her boss enjoyed watching her play with herself at lunch time. Celina sat on top of her desk, which was positioned across the room from his. She opened her legs as wide as they would go and slowly fingered her pussy for about ten minutes. Then, she took out her favorite dildo, and pulled it in and out until she was about to climax. She was sopping wet, and her boss loved the smell. He finished her off with his mouth. It was lunch time, after all.
While a sexy secretary is one of the many perks of being a lawyer at such a high powered firm, the other lawyers envied Jim. He had a way of getting women to do anything he wanted them to do, including walk away from sexual harassment suits. Not that they would win--he is nothing if not good at his job. But the press would not look good for the firm, if there was any.
Celina sometimes wondered about him as well. It was interesting, the way she forgot herself when she was with him. Often, he would have her moaning so loudly during their midday romps that if she was with anyone but him, she would be embarrassed to show her face outside the office for fear that everyone in the hall could hear her.
“I hope you don’t have any plans tonight,” Jim said, interrupting Celina’s thoughts. “From the looks of tomorrow’s docket, we’ll need to pull some overtime just to make sure that I’m prepared for court.”
Overtime was Celina’s favorite word. Once all their paperwork was complete, which never took more than an hour despite Jim’s caseload, they would spend at least two uninterrupted hours of pleasure alone in the building before he had to go home to his wife. Sometimes, they would fuck passionately on top of his desk. Other times, he would pin her to the wall and enter her furiously while she hung on to his neck. If they wanted a change of scenery, they would go to the women’s restroom where he would take her on the sink. One night,they did not realize that the janitor was still working and startled her. She was too shocked to turn away, so they just kept on fucking until they finished, smiled, and left so that she could clean up behind them. That janitor probably hates us with a passion, Celina thought.
Jim was acting strange tonight. He was oddly quiet, except for occasional comments about the clients. “This one is going to need the help of a higher power to win. He’s being sued for kicking out an old lady who later died of pneumonia.” “I’m not too worried about that one. Open and shut case.”
Before long, they were finished going over case files. Jim looked at his watch at 6:30, and told Celina, “I’m going to the mail room to pick up something. Put these away for me, and I’ll be back.”
Jim never let Celina go to the mail room. It was odd to her, because it seemed that that would be something a secretary would do--retrieve the mail and other menial tasks so that the lawyer can concentrate on other things. But when he needed something from there, he almost never sent her. It was as if he derived some sort of pleasure from making the trip himself. Were it not for the full tour of the building that Jim had given her when she was hired, Celina would not even know where the mail room is.
Twenty minutes passed, and Celina started to wonder exactly what was going on. Maybe he was making copies, or talking on his cell phone. Maybe something was wrong. Celina nervously paced the floor. She could not stand being made to wait so long, especially when she was already horny and ready for him to relieve her. She was beginning to grow impatient.
She decided to go down the hall and check things out. This strange sense of foreboding began to grow stronger as she approached the door. How silly of me, she thought, there is nothing to be afraid of.
“Nothing to be afraid of.” Her words echoed her thoughts and attempted to sound more courageous than she felt. She slowly opened the door, which was not locked.
Jim did not look up. He was ferociously pounding the pussy of a woman who looked like she must have been at least 70. Her gray hair hung over the edge of the table that he had her on top of. She would have thought he was raping her if it were not for the look of absolute ecstasy on her face.
As he continued to sex her, the old woman began to chant.
“Prima tantum tolit amorem spirant muliebris.”
The harder he pounded, the louder she chanted. As she grew more and more breathless, he began to chant.
“Simus ergo mea patienta, vesta possiedebitis animas in aeternum conjuncti.”
Then they chanted together.
“Muros aedificavit domum istam!”
Celina knew Jim must have had other women, including his wife, but had never imagined one this old being able to handle the power of his dick. She was disgusted and but fascinated at the same time by the sight of him entering her body. The old woman shook and moaned passionately with every stroke.
After they had been chanting about ten minutes, the woman began to transform. Celina thought she was seeing things when the woman’s hair turned from the silvery gray of an elderly hag to a golden blond. Her wrinkled face and saggy breasts began to tighten and change before Celina’s eyes. Her legs seemed to elongate, and the veins that had shown through her once thin skin began to disappear.
“Holy shit!” Celina gasped.
She turned to run. Jim and the old woman, who was now as beautiful as any of the secretaries that worked in the office building, began to chase her down the hall.
“Wait, Celina, we just want to talk to you.”
“Honey,” the woman called, “it’s not what you think.”
Stupidly, Celina locked herself into the office that she shared with Jim. She moved her desk over, hoping that blocking the door would deter the both her boss and the woman from attempting to enter. She heard the key turn the lock, and Jim easily pushed the door open despite the desk being in the way.
“Please, don’t hurt me. I won’t tell anyone what I saw.”
The woman laughed at Celina. She took a cigarette from a pouch and lit it. She blew a circle of smoke into the air and said, “Little girl, you don’t even know what it was you saw.”
“Well, since the two of you are in here, do you care to explain?” Celina was trying to sound braver than she really was. Inside, she was trembling. She wanted to run, or to call for help. But there was a part of her that had to admit that she was curious about the ritual she had witnessed.
“I’ll go first,” Jim said. “You see, Evelyn and I met when I was in graduate school. She was my mentor, and I was absolutely in love with her. The way she walked, the way she spoke. She oozed power and femininity from every cell in her body. I wanted what she had so badly I could taste it.”
“The first time we had sex, she was helping me prepare for an exam that was coming up. I used my misunderstanding of a text as an excuse to get close to her alone.”
Evelyn smiled. “Yeah, I knew what he was up to. That’s why I did what I did to him.”
“What was that?” Celina asked.
“She showed me her true form, the one that you saw when you walked in on us. I was shocked, but not repulsed. I knew there was something strange about her, and had to know what it was.”
Evelyn said, “So I told him my secret. What you saw in the mail room was a binding spell, one that has kept me young for centuries. You see, when we fuck, we are being bound. Body to body, breath to breath. Each time he enters me, as we chant, I absorb some of his youth.”
“Ok, but how do you keep him from dying of old age?” Celina asked, incredulous.
“That’s what you’re here for, silly girl. When he fucks you, he takes some of your life force with him. So, the more often you fuck, the more of you he’s taking away and bringing to me. I’m not only able to absorb his youth, but yours too.”
Her words explained a lot. Why Celina had begun to forget to perform certain tasks at the office. Why at 30, she was starting to develop crow’s feet around her eyes even though her mother still did not have them at 60. The streak of gray hair that she had begun coloring a month after she was hired.
Celina was angry. “It’s not fair. Do you mean to tell me that I’m going to die early because you too wanna play grab ass for eternity?”
“It’s not that simple, Celina,” Jim said. “It’s not just about sex. Have you ever known me to lose a case? Have you ever heard anyone in the community speak ill of me or my family? There is a reason for that. We are not just exchanging sex, we are exchanging power. A power that most people will never understand. A power that I had to have when I first met her.”
“A power that you want, too. I can see it in your eyes when you look at Jim. You want what he has. What we have. The question is, what will you do to get it,” Evelyn said.
They were right, of course. The only reason Celina was not screaming or crying in fear was because she had gotten over her initial shock and now coveted the power that Evelyn and Jim easily wielded. She wanted to be able to walk into a room and command attention and respect the way Jim did. She wanted to absolutely ooze sex from every pore of her body, even when she grew older like Evelyn. It did not matter what she needed to do to get their power, she had to have it.
“Well,” Celina started, “what do I have to do?”
“Find your first love and bring him to us.”
About a week passed before Celina brought John, who had been her high school sweetheart, to meet her boss.
“It’s nice to meet you, John”, Jim said, shaking his hand.
It was not hard for Celina to lure John into the mail room. The two of them were always adventurous as a couple, and when she told him she wanted to get together “for old time sake”, he never stopped to question her motives.
Evelyn and Jim walked in as John and Celina were in the throes of passion. Evelyn began to kiss John’s neck and stroke his chest. She kissed his back, slowly working her way down to the crack of his bottom which she gently licked.
“Oh God,” he moaned.
She motioned for Celina to get up and took her place on the table. As John entered her body, something strange began to happen to Celina. She felt weaker and weaker until she fell to the floor.
When she awoke, she saw Evelyn and Jim slicing flesh from John’s thigh and eating it. They offered her a piece, which she somehow instinctively put in her mouth. It tasted absolutely divine. Even though it was raw, that meat tasted like the most expensive steak she had ever had the pleasure of eating.
Now she knew their secret in full. Their power, their youth, were maintained by repeating this sexual and cannibalistic ritual with many victims over many years.
