Brad Harris

After hours secretary

CHAPTER ONE

Ginny felt the heat rising in her face. Some man was taking advantage of the packed crowd in the elevator. His hand cupped and caressed her ass while she struggled to squeeze between the two men in front of her. Her ripe tits thrust provocatively against her tight sweater and rubbed against a male arm.

"Hello, there!" the tall, balding man said as he looked down at her breasts. He pursed his lips in approval and moved his arm back and forth, nabbing firmly against her tits. The young blonde felt more anger and humiliation sweep through her at his treatment. The bastard behind her had gotten his hand inside her thighs now. He was grabbing her cunt.

Ginny's breath came in angry gasps as she tried to spin around and identify her tormentor. She twisted violently, almost falling against the man on her left, looking for the owner of the taunting hand and fingers. Every one was looking straight ahead. No one had the slightest expression of guilt on his face.

They were watching her, though. She knew they were all watching her. Out of the corners of their eyes they were looking. Inside, they were laughing. Damn them, she thought. Damn them! Damn them!

She stood helpless and embarrassed as the elevator finally reached her floor. Ginny pushed her way out the door as the laughter erupted behind her. She shuddered at their soft whispers and walked rapidly down the hallway to the office where she worked.

"Pussy! Pussy! Here, pussy, pussy!" She heard one of the men calling. Even the three girls who had been on the elevator with her were giggling.

It was that way every morning. Ginny Mason opened the door marked WORLDWIDE PROPERTIES AND INVESTMENTS. She shoved roughly, angrily, against the heavy oak and glass door and shouldered her way in. She saw Mr. Timms look up from his desk and watch her legs and ass as she passed his door, his lips smiling in approval of her lithe body. Lorelei Novak waved happily from her desk, then sipped contentedly on her coffee.

"I'd almost given up hope that you'd make it on time," the redhead called out. "Really, Ginny, you're going to have to move out of that nunnery where you life. There's just the apartment for you out at my complex. Let me drive you to see it this afternoon."

Ginny didn't really stay in a nunnery, but the church-sponsored home for single women was almost as bad. The blonde was not so concerned about the lack of social life as by the difficulty in getting to work each morning. The church home had been built years before in the central city. Now most of the better jobs were in the new office buildings on the fringes of town. This sparkling new complex in which Worldwide Properties was located stood near the airport for the benefit of the sales staff and customers alike. Ginny was forced to take an hour and a half bus ride each day, a ride filled with the same sort of humiliation she had just experienced in the elevator.

"I guess," she answered Lorelei, "it wouldn't hurt to take a look."