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‘Can’t be late, can’t be late. I made a promise to him.’ The same few words roll through my thoughts as I tap out the last few entries for the day. My boss has finally trusted me to do more than getting coffee, taking calls and running around getting people their lunches. It has taken me eight long, tiring months to move up to the next level in an already shitty job, but one that leads to a more promising position. The ticking of the clock is barely above of a whisper, or it usually is. However, today it is like a war-call that is thundering throughout the room, alerting me that I’m running late. I keep looking up at it, watching the time skate by, as if the clock knows I need to finish by six. Mr. Pierce has thirty people working for him. On the day shift, which is when I work, there are fifteen total and the other fifteen work the late shift, putting our magazines and ads together. I’m told their job is even more stressful than ours and I believe it. *~* I had to beg Mr. Pierce for the job. He was looking for someone fresh, someone from outside of the office. I swore I was the girl for the job. I’ve gone through college, I have all the right degrees, but I am young and a female, so he has his doubts. Of course, that isn’t what he told me. When he hired me as an intern, the other people in the office told me to get comfortable in my position. My. Pierce isn’t the kind of guy to let the real young ones move up ahead too quickly, male or female. I didn’t listen to the rumors, at least I didn’t let them get me down. I just worked even harder and stayed out of the way. It took me days to even get a moment to talk to him about the job. The first time I had the chance to speak with him, he was on a call and only half listened, and eventually ushered me out of his office. By the third time, he actually listened to me… “Are you truly willing to do whatever it takes to do this job, Emily?” Mr. Pierce asked, his face is blank, almost bored looking. “Anything, Mr. Pierce! I know I can do the job, if you just give me a chance,” I rushed the words out, afraid he’d walk out of his office and leave me wondering if I had the job. “You realize there will be punishments if you don’t finish tasks on time, correct?” “Oh yes, I know! I can do it.” I gave him my best smile. *~* He hired me and now it’s been two weeks. Two of the longest weeks of my life. I knew that there would be more to this job once I moved up, but I had no idea it was this complicated. I don’t want to get into trouble, porno hikayeler so I’ve been so focused on my work I haven’t had time for anything else. Just as I hit the submit key, the clock chimes six o’clock. I barely made it by the skin of my teeth and I let out a sigh. As we close at five, everyone else has already left, except for me and Mr. Pierce. Our job goes on until six, making sure everything is ready for the next day. “Nice job, Emily. You just made it. A minute later, and I would have had to give you a spanking.” Mr. Pierce announces, when he steps out of his private office. I’m at a loss for words by what Mr. Pierce just said. I can feel the heat rise up on my cheeks and I gaze down at my computer as it shuts down. “Uh, yeah, good thing, huh?” I mumble. “Goodnight, Emily. See you bright and early.” *~* “What? Fuckin’ hell, Em. He really said he was gonna spank you?” Alex, my best friend and roommate asks me, while we eat leftover Chinese on our used couch in front of the TV. “You’re bullshittin’ me.” “I’m not. I swear, and he said it with such a serious tone, like it would actually happen. I didn’t even know how to take it, ya know?” “Uh, duh! He is one of the most stuck-up, snobby people I’ve ever met. He thinks he is so entitled.” Alex has never liked Mr. Pierce because he does act like he is better than everyone around him. “Eh, I think that’s just ’cause he owns a magazine. It might not be a hella big one, but I guess if I owned something, I’d be snobby too,” I giggle and Alex joins in. “No way. You’re like the most down to earth chicks I know. Now shut up and hand me an eggroll, bitch.” I hand her one, but I can’t get what he said out of my head. What if he was for real? That has to be a sexual harassment lawsuit in the making. Hell, just the threat of one is, surely. Would I stop it? I mean, sure he’s a snob and he’s full of himself, but he is good looking. He’s twenty years older than I am, but he still has a full head of dark brown hair, a nice smile, when he does smile, broad shoulders, and always looks good in his suit. *~* The next morning I can’t even make eye contact with Mr. Pierce. I feel as though he can read my thoughts now. All last night, while I was trying to sleep, I kept thinking of him. If he were for real, and if I might want to do it. I wonder if he has done this to other employees or just me. If he hasn’t, why me? If he has, does that make me mad, annoyed, or even grossed out? I keep expecting him to make another seks hikayeleri pass at me and I start to feel silly as the day goes on. Nothing out of the ordinary happens and I relax, until five, when everyone else leaves. ‘What if he does it now? Now that everyone is gone. Do I want him to? Is he serious?’ I feel as though I’m going crazy. Six comes and Mr. Pierce comes out of his office, wishes me a goodnight and leaves. I almost feel disappointed and I’m not sure why. I’m starting to wish he had. What would come out of it though, if he had? Even as my evening goes on, I think if ‘what if’. It turns me on thinking about it. He’s a good looking man and he’s single. At least I know he’s not married, because his wife left him about a year ago, since he was always working. A few of the female employees gossip about his status a lot during lunch. *~* Over the next few weeks, nothing happens. We continue to work as we have for the last several months. Alex seems to have forgotten about the whole thing and I haven’t said a word about it to anyone else. “See ya, Emily,” Jenna calls out to me. She’s the last one to leave, besides me and the boss. “Have a wonderful weekend, Jenna.” “After this long week, for sure. See ya Monday.” She waves and I get back to work. Friday’s are always the most stressful, because everything needs to be set up for the Sunday edition, along with codes and Monday rally. That’s where people get picked to do certain articles, so everyone has a fair chance at getting the good ones. I’m already behind on my work, because I had to help Jimmy with his computer problems. Now I fear I’m not going to get my own work done. The ticking of the clock, like every evening, is loud and knowing. I feel that evening panic that fills me with fear, but also a rush to finish. It’s become a game to me. A serious game, but a game nonetheless. Lost in my work, I don’t even hear the clock anymore, I’m too focused. I want to win this game, as I have every night so far. I don’t know if it is because I’ve gotten too sure of myself, or helping Jimmy on his computer problems, but the next thing I hear is Mr. Pierce’s voice. “Emily,” he says, still in his office. His voice loud and demanding, but not rude. “Could you come in here please?” I glance up at the clock and it’s ten minutes after six. ‘Shit, shit, shit. Oh god, I’ve really fucked this one up. Damnit, now I’m gonna get fired!’ My heart is racing so hard in my chest, I can feel it thump against my ribcage. sex hikayeleri “Coming…” I say, standing, trying to steady my breathing. I flatten my skirt and I head to his office. My hands won’t stop shaking. *~* When I enter Mr. Pierce’s office, he only briefly looks up at me, then waves a hand towards one of the chairs in front of his desk, motioning for me to take a seat. He continues to tap away on his laptop for several minutes, not looking at me or saying a word. I’m not sure if I should say something or just sit there and wait. I use common sense and say nothing, mostly because I’m afraid of being fired… After several long moments, Mr. Pierce looks up at me as he closes his laptop. His desk is neater than any desk ought to be, with just his laptop, a single light and a photo of his niece and nephews. During the days, his desk is littered with paperwork and files, like anyone else. However, we all have personal items on ours as well, to make it easier to go about our days. “It seems, Miss Donovan, that you are late today. It’s been what, almost three months since you’ve started your new job? I had high hopes for you, but after today, I don’t know. I know it’s only ten minutes, but I strictly said six o’clock, didn’t I?” I know he’s upset, as he uses my last name. Mr. Pierce is fairly laid-back with that kind of thing. He doesn’t sound angry, his voice is professional, as I have always known him to be. Except there is an undertone, I just can’t place it. I try not to focus too much on it and more at the words he is saying. “I’m sorry, Mr. Pierce. There was a lot of work to do and I had to help someone with a computer issue. That took longer than I’d hoped, but I knew I could fix it. I didn’t see the point in bringing someone in to do it.” “Was that your call to make?” He asks and I feel as though I’ve overstepped. “No, it wasn’t, but I knew I could do it. Again, I’m so sorry. I’ll do anything to make it up to you, Mr. Pierce. Please don’t fire me.” My lip is quivering at this point, but I hold back tears. I’m not going to be that kind of girl. “Anything?” he asks, with a hint of darkness in his voice. It doesn’t scare me, it’s sexy and thrilling and sends a racing chill through my body. “Yes, anything…” I let the word linger in the air, watching him. I don’t look away from him, holding my own ground. “Lift up your skirt and bend over my desk.” His voice is controlled and demanding. “I told you, you’d get a spanking, if you were late. This is how I’m going to do it.” “What? You’re gonna spank me like a child, because I was late on my work? You can’t be serious.” “Oh, I’m very serious, Emily. That, or you can be demoted or… you can quit your job and try and find something better.” All of my options seem extreme.