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Revenge
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Straight Female / 41
So what is your definition of evil, and what constitutes a "poor woman" in a situation? According to my daughter I fit the definition of the first, and my personal assistant is the epitome of the last.
My husband passed two and a half years ago. While going through his papers and office computer, I found that he had been having an affair with his secretary almost since the day he hired her. They even had a child together. At first I was devastated, but then came to realize that this woman, Anna, was actually a good asset for the company. While I was pulling my self together after my husband's passing, she basically ran the company. She brought me papers as I needed to sign them and basically kept the company on track.
At first I despised her, every time I would see her all I could think about was her out whoring with my husband. My attitude slowly started to change as I got to know her, and appreciate how she was taking care of the company. I started to realize that I needed to have help to keep things going. She is the slut that slept with my husband though, so it is never going to be perfume and roses between us, but I did work out a plan to make it worth it to both of us.
I used to model before I was married, and I still occasionally get a call to do a shoot or promo when they need "an older" subject. I'm 5' 10" tall, shoulder length red hair, green eyes, 36D-24-35, with a natural pout to my lips. Anna is more subdued in her appearance. She has short blonde hair, blue eyes, 5' 6" tall, and 34C-24-35 (to start with). She is, in her own right, a beautiful woman, but just not remarkable. Now that she's my personal assistant, she is finding out first hand what it's like to be a model.
I changed her contract. I had the lawyers consult with my trainer to get Anna's ideal stats and write them into her contract. Anna is no longer a secretary, she is a model that represents the company and assists me. She has those physical standards written into her contract and also real requirements for her appearance and dresses at work, that is any time of day or night when she is with me. For any infraction of these rules she is, at my discretion, monetarily penalized or may be fired.
Before you think me heartless, I doubled her base pay and gave her a very healthy clothing allocation, she can even use the corporate credit card to buy clothing, which I must approve, at no charge to her. She is paying for it though! I see her now eating her lunch, a four ounce yogurt with a rice cake--I made her lose an inch off her midriff and now she is working to maintain it. She must wear heels at all times when working. Four or Five inch heels, not shorter, and six inch can be worn if I authorized them. No jeans or even pants of any kind may be worn. She has approved shades of lipstick, which will be worn at all times. Once again, if she does not follow any of these rules, I can fine or terminate her employment at any time. The fines stiff, they started at five hundred dollars each and are now a thousand. I impose them whenever I can too. I think she has thrown everything out that does not meet the standards of her contract, things now are more along the line of makeup on fresh, or scuffs on shoes, runs in stockings. Yes, nit-pick type of things, but remember, she is still the whore that slept with my husband.
When she was on vacation, I even had camera's added to my reception area so I can watch her.
This poor woman as my daughter calls her, now easily affords private school for her, an my departed husband's, son. She makes more than she could ever make any where else, even with the fines I give her at every opportunity. I've even started a college fund for the boy, he'll attend Harvard when he graduates his private school. Yes, financially she is better off than she ever has been, but she is also at my beckoned call at any time of day or night, and I call her any time I get the whim and she must come.
As much as I possibly can, I make her life a living hell. I call her at three AM at times, and have her come over and "help me". That is usually listening carry on about how I miss my husband, and how lonely I am. I cry on her shoulder and ruin her blouse. I got her drinking one night, and she passed out. I smudged her lipstick across my cheek and took most of her clothing off, then fined her for being out of compliance with dress and makeup standards when she woke. I told her she made romantic advances on me when she was intoxicated, and then it was my turn to her hear woes and comfort her while she cried and begged me to forgive her and not fire her. Next time she passes out drinking I'm putting her in my bed, and she will wake up with me thinking we were lovers.
I am never firing this whore. Not only does she run the company better than my departed husband, but this is just too much fun to ever let it end.
Am I evil and is she the victim like my daughter says? She's the one that invaded my life by "sleeping" with my husband, and I pay her well now for her service--just as he did. She whored to my husband, now I own her.
My husband passed two and a half years ago. While going through his papers and office computer, I found that he had been having an affair with his secretary almost since the day he hired her. They even had a child together. At first I was devastated, but then came to realize that this woman, Anna, was actually a good asset for the company. While I was pulling my self together after my husband's passing, she basically ran the company. She brought me papers as I needed to sign them and basically kept the company on track.
At first I despised her, every time I would see her all I could think about was her out whoring with my husband. My attitude slowly started to change as I got to know her, and appreciate how she was taking care of the company. I started to realize that I needed to have help to keep things going. She is the slut that slept with my husband though, so it is never going to be perfume and roses between us, but I did work out a plan to make it worth it to both of us.
I used to model before I was married, and I still occasionally get a call to do a shoot or promo when they need "an older" subject. I'm 5' 10" tall, shoulder length red hair, green eyes, 36D-24-35, with a natural pout to my lips. Anna is more subdued in her appearance. She has short blonde hair, blue eyes, 5' 6" tall, and 34C-24-35 (to start with). She is, in her own right, a beautiful woman, but just not remarkable. Now that she's my personal assistant, she is finding out first hand what it's like to be a model.
I changed her contract. I had the lawyers consult with my trainer to get Anna's ideal stats and write them into her contract. Anna is no longer a secretary, she is a model that represents the company and assists me. She has those physical standards written into her contract and also real requirements for her appearance and dresses at work, that is any time of day or night when she is with me. For any infraction of these rules she is, at my discretion, monetarily penalized or may be fired.
Before you think me heartless, I doubled her base pay and gave her a very healthy clothing allocation, she can even use the corporate credit card to buy clothing, which I must approve, at no charge to her. She is paying for it though! I see her now eating her lunch, a four ounce yogurt with a rice cake--I made her lose an inch off her midriff and now she is working to maintain it. She must wear heels at all times when working. Four or Five inch heels, not shorter, and six inch can be worn if I authorized them. No jeans or even pants of any kind may be worn. She has approved shades of lipstick, which will be worn at all times. Once again, if she does not follow any of these rules, I can fine or terminate her employment at any time. The fines stiff, they started at five hundred dollars each and are now a thousand. I impose them whenever I can too. I think she has thrown everything out that does not meet the standards of her contract, things now are more along the line of makeup on fresh, or scuffs on shoes, runs in stockings. Yes, nit-pick type of things, but remember, she is still the whore that slept with my husband.
When she was on vacation, I even had camera's added to my reception area so I can watch her.
This poor woman as my daughter calls her, now easily affords private school for her, an my departed husband's, son. She makes more than she could ever make any where else, even with the fines I give her at every opportunity. I've even started a college fund for the boy, he'll attend Harvard when he graduates his private school. Yes, financially she is better off than she ever has been, but she is also at my beckoned call at any time of day or night, and I call her any time I get the whim and she must come.
As much as I possibly can, I make her life a living hell. I call her at three AM at times, and have her come over and "help me". That is usually listening carry on about how I miss my husband, and how lonely I am. I cry on her shoulder and ruin her blouse. I got her drinking one night, and she passed out. I smudged her lipstick across my cheek and took most of her clothing off, then fined her for being out of compliance with dress and makeup standards when she woke. I told her she made romantic advances on me when she was intoxicated, and then it was my turn to her hear woes and comfort her while she cried and begged me to forgive her and not fire her. Next time she passes out drinking I'm putting her in my bed, and she will wake up with me thinking we were lovers.
I am never firing this whore. Not only does she run the company better than my departed husband, but this is just too much fun to ever let it end.
Am I evil and is she the victim like my daughter says? She's the one that invaded my life by "sleeping" with my husband, and I pay her well now for her service--just as he did. She whored to my husband, now I own her.
