Helena tried to be a good secretary, but there was that nuisance caller who called every day. He didn’t speak – he just played what sounded like static down the phone to her. It was bad phone manners to hang up on a caller, so she listened politely until the caller disconnected, but that static noise stayed in her brain, and every day she felt she was getting a little stupider because of it.
There were other changes too – her pussy got wet so easily now. And she giggled, like a little girl. Today she had been horrified to discover that at some point she’d pulled her tits out of her top so everyone could see them, and she hadn’t even noticed – they’d been on display for hours. No one had commented or told her to put them away, though, so they must like them, and that made her happy.
And on top of everything, a confused client had just called her to say that the email she’d just sent them, which she’d spent an hour typing, was not, as she had intended, an invitation to a meeting on sales quotas, but rather the phrase, “I am a good little fuckslut, please squeeze my giant whore-melons” repeated again and again over two pages. She was trying to explain the mistake, but she couldn’t concentrate because suddenly all she wanted to do was crawl on all fours into her boss’ office and beg him to spank her pussy for being so stupid…
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