Nicole strode out of the conference room, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. The meeting had gone better than she could have hoped, and she couldn't wait to get back to her office and bask in the glow of her success. But first, she needed to use the bathroom.
As she pushed open the door to the women's restroom, she didn't notice the figure lurking in the shadows. Al, the janitor, had developed something of a crush on Nicole, and he couldn't resist the opportunity to be near her. He followed her into the bathroom, hiding a small recording device in his pocket.
But Nicole wasn't stupid. She quickly noticed the sound of the recording, and she spun around to catch Al in the act. "Well, well, well," she said, a playful smile on her face. "If it isn't our resident pervy little creep."
Al felt his face flush with embarrassment. He knew he had been caught, and he braced himself for Nicole's anger. But to his surprise, she didn't seem mad. Instead, she seemed amused.
"I have to admit, Al," she said, "I'm a little flattered. But I can't let you get away with this. You know what they say about people who record others without their consent."
Al's heart sank. He knew he was in trouble. But then, an idea occurred to him. "I won't tell anyone," he blurted out. "I'll keep it a secret, I swear. But you have to give me something in return."
Nicole raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?" she said. "And what is it that you want, Al?"
Al took a deep breath. "I want you to submit to me," he said, his voice shaking. "I want you to do whatever I say, whenever I say it. And in exchange, I'll keep your little secret."
Nicole laughed. "You've got to be kidding me," she said. "You think you have what it takes to boss me around, Al?"
Al gulped. "I...I don't know," he stammered. "But I'm willing to try. Please, Nicole. I need this."
Nicole considered his proposal. She had to admit, the idea of letting Al boss her around was intriguing. And she couldn't deny the thrill of the power dynamic. "Fine," she said, a wicked smile on her face. "I'll consider your offer. But you'll have to prove yourself worthy first."
Al's face lit up. "Really?" he said. "How do I do that?"
Nicole leaned in close, her breath hot on Al's ear. "Meet me in the supply closet after your shift," she whispered. "And we'll see if you're up to the task."
Al spent the rest of his shift anxiously waiting for the meeting in the supply closet. He couldn't focus on his work, his mind was consumed with thoughts of Nicole and what she might have in store for him.
When the time finally came, Al made his way to the supply closet, his heart pounding in his chest. He pushed open the door, and there she was, Nicole, looking as beautiful as ever.
"You're late," she said, a playful scold in her voice.
Al looked at his watch. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to be."
Nicole waved him off. "Never mind," she said. "Take off your clothes and get on your knees."
Al's eyes widened, but he did as he was told. He stripped down to his underwear, his hands shaking as he did so. And then he got on his knees, his heart pounding in his chest.
Nicole watched him, a smirk on her face. "You're my little bitch now, Al," she said. "And you'll do whatever I tell you to do."
Al felt a thrill run through him. He had never
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