The Devil Wants More

by Sarah Westerly

  Apart from not reminding him of his meeting this morning, I thought I had performed somewhat decently. I was praying things would be ok. I needed to feel better and not feel like I needed to constantly defend myself. I was hoping the arrogant billionaire would soon leave town and not return for a very, very long time.

  I was getting things situated for when I knew Mr. Steele would be returning to the office. Completely by chance, I accidentally clicked on the 'sent' folder of his email box. I realized my mistake and almost immediately clicked out of there when a message caught my eye.

  Earlier in the morning, he sent Barbara, everyone's favorite secretary, an email with the subject: "Week of 6/09 status and addendum to memorandum". He sent me that email every week and I hadn't gotten it yet. I figured it was just a mistake so I opened it to be sure.

  B -

  Attached is all of the weekly info. As for what we spoke about earlier, please use absolute discretion while conducting the interviews. Make sure that the issue is handled on a need to know basis only. Jack is sending down his best recommendations, we should be able to usher Kerry out by the end of the week. Her severance will be the absolute minimum and her benefits terminated immediately. Please have that paperwork prepared post haste.

  -CS

  I was absolutely incensed. I sat at my desk, steam shooting out of my nose and ears as I huffed and puffed in a rage. I knew my face was blood red because I could feel the heat coming off it. I was shaking and had no idea if I was going to scream out loud, start crying or start laughing like an idiot. I needed time to calm down. I grabbed my jacket and went for a walk outside.

  As I stomped around outside of the building, it occurred to me that I hadn't been fired yet. I still had time to do some damage. I knew every place this bastard was going to be for the next month! I had access to his email, expense reports, credit card statements. Had he forgotten all of this when he sent Barbara that email?

  I went back inside, still plenty frazzled but with a new objective: find out the best way to use the rest of my time here.

  I poured through Mr. Steele's upcoming plans and appointments, looking for anything that would be fun to mess with. One thing that stood out was a Thursday evening appointment listed only as "Reu". Part of my job was to fill out the details for each appointment but I then recalled he had been uncharacteristically coy when I asked him about it. Said it wasn't important. No description here but there was an address.

  Since I knew I had no chance of saving my job, I had zero qualms about neglecting all of my pending work in order to find out what this jackass was up to. I searched his email and found he had told several different people he was doing several different things on the night of "Reu". Did he have some sort of secret? I jotted down as much of the info as I could because I had no idea when they would restrict my access to the company's computer network. I folded up the Reu paper and buried it deep in my purse.

  *****

  The rest of my time in the office was intense. Mr. Steele barely interacted with me at all. Same goes for the rest of the office. I was anxious and waited to be fired every hour but nothing happened. Without my obsession with Reu, I would've been going crazy. I searched the Internet for any info on Reu but only came across restricted websites.

  If I had been fired before Thursday night, I planned on getting a little drunk and them appearing at Reu to shame Mr. Steele in front of his peers. Let them know how he treated his employees. I didn't know what type of people were going to be there but I did know he wanted to keep it a secret. I was hoping my presence would at least unnerve him.

  That Thursday was the same as the precious day; I sat researching Reu as I wasn't given any work to do and everyone ignored me. I realized that they must be waiting until Friday to fire me. So be it, I was going to go out in a blaze of glory.

  Once the clock read 5:00, I packed my things and got out, something no other administrative assistant dared to do. I raced home to get myself together, I needed to look stunning.

  *****

  Dressed in my sexiest "going out" black dress, I did my hair and makeup to the point of perfection. Reu was clearly a party for the very elite, there was going to be at least one billionaire there. If I was turned away at the door, my plan for some sort of revenge would be squashed before it even had a chance to begin.

  I took a cab to a very quiet part of downtown. Sure there were plenty of clubs with lines outside and flashy lights but the address for Reu was a very quiet building without anybody waiting outside.

  "You sure this is the place?" the cab driver asked me as he parked the car a block away like I asked him to. I told him he could keep the meter running if he let me sit inside as I figured out what I was going to do.

  After a few minutes, a long stretch limo appeared and stopped outside of the dark building. I watched a long line of girls exit the car and collect themselves on the sidewalk. There were still more exiting the vehicle as I shoved cash in my cabbie's hand and jumped out of the car. I knew these girls would be my way in.

  The girls were dressed just like I was in their sexy dresses and heels. There were at least a dozen of them on that sidewalk, maybe more. They giggled and straightened their clothes as I tried to blend in. The first obstacle occurred when I noticed each pull out a mask to place over their eyes. Small, black bandit masks that I of course didn't posses. The limo door was still open and I leaned in undetected, thankfully finding a bag of these masks. I pulled one over my head.

  Some of the girls started heading over to a side door in the building and the rest slowly followed. Nobody was really talking to each other so I didn't get interrogated. Suddenly a woman appeared at the door with a clipboard. She asked the first girl her name, checked the clipboard and allowed her inside. Shit.

  One by one, the girls in the line had to confirm they were supposed to be there. I kept letting myself fall back further in line, trying to buy some time. Suddenly, the woman with the clipboard started having an argument with someone inside and was momentarily distracted. She held up a finger to those of us still left waiting.

  "Ladies, one moment."

  As the woman turned to disappear back inside, the door very slowly started to close. Seizing the moment, I ran up and stuck my foot in the door, preventing it from closing completely. Nobody stopped me or said anything. I opened the door and walked in, the rest of the girls following me. I still can't believe that worked.

  Once inside, I was lost. This was my first rodeo. I was fortunate again as I had been followed in by veterans of whatever kind of weird party this was and I let them lead me to the ladies dressing room. The contrast in the lighting - bright white fluorescent lights - was jarring. Inside I saw each of the girls peeling off the little dresses to leave them just in their sexy bra and panties. I followed suit, so thankful I wore my best lingerie. I milled about with mask in place, waiting to see the next step. After a quick glance in the mirror, each girl walked out a door on the opposite side of the room. Here goes nothing.

  It took my eyes a few moments to adjust to the darkness. Once they did, I saw a room full of older men drinking, smoking cigars and snorting drugs. It was clear the girls were the entertainment. Some of the girls were wrapped around the men, some were walking around looking for action, some were doing whatever they were told to as rich old men held cash over their heads. This is what I should've expected. I set out to find my target but what I would do after I found him remained a mystery.

  As I walked through the room in only my bra, panties and a mask, I was groped by a million hands that leapt out from the crowds. I believe protocol is to stop and humor these men but I was on a mission. I looked everywhere for Mr. Steele and didn't see him. I feared if I didn't entertain the other men, my cover would be blown so I let myself be momentarily distracted when I felt a few fingers wedge themselves into the crack of my butt.

  "How about you come over and sit on my lap for a moment?"

  I turned and saw a man who had to be in his late 60's, sitting by
himself at a table with a number of drinks. He kept his fingers in my ass even as I spoke to him.

  "What's in it for me sweetheart?" I tried to play with his hair but he had so little. He placed a $100 bill on the growing bulge in his pants and gave me a sly smile. I picked up the money and sat on his lap, turning away from him so I could watch the crowd. I don't think he cared as I grinded my pussy into his hard wood as I scanned the room. Still no sign of the target.

  More men pulled me into all sorts of situations, with cash close behind, of course. I sat on hard cocks and rubbed myself against laps with as much force as I could muster, trying to find something firm.

  Some of the men began trying to get me into the private "champagne rooms". With each of my refusals, more money was offered. One squirrelly man offered so much that I wouldn't have to worry about work for a long time. I couldn't take it though, I had principals. Revenge is way more important to me than financial stability.

  I was a little worried my friend wasn't going to make it. I knew I was going to be unfairly fired in the morning so I relished the opportunity to attack before he could get me. I was almost resigned to that not happening when I saw the room collectively stop and turn towards the door, enamoured by the arrival of somebody important. Of course it was Chester fucking Steele.

  Many of the girls ditched the men they were with to go and try to sidle up Mr. Steele. He was unimpressed, this was his everyday life. Ignoring the girls, he warmly greeted a few of the men and sat at a table. I managed to find a hard cock to sit on in the near proximity. A few other girls followed suit.

  "This. This is the reason I enjoy coming back to this town," Chester Steele loudly proclaimed while men all around him tried to coerce their girls into the private rooms. One by one, the couples soon disappeared.

  "Hey," I heard the penis I was riding start to speak to me, "let's get out of here and go back to one of those rooms."

  I shushed the poor man while keeping an eye on Mr. Steele.

  "C'mon," the penis continued to whine, "just for a minute, let's go back there."

  "I said no!" I shouted loudly over the music. The man under me shoved me off of him and stormed off in anger. I was startled to realize Mr. Steele was watching the whole thing. He spoke to me with an amused look on his face.

  "You don't know who that was, do you?" he asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "If you did, you wouldn't have done that."

  I moved myself over to Mr. Steele's area and I listened to him talk. I had come that evening in a blind rage but was temporarily disabled, he was sort of charming. He told me about his travels and his life in a way I wished he had when we were at work. He also kept a steady stream of drinks appearing before me at the table. I drank whatever was there as he spoke.

  "What's the deal with those private rooms, anyways?" he asked me.

  "I'm not sure but I'm actually pretty curious."

  "Let's go check it out," he told me as he took my hand and led me to the back of the room, towards the stairs guarded by two men and a velvet rope. The men quickly removed the rope when they saw him.

  As Mr. Steele and I got past security, the music from outside was replaced by the sounds of women and men moaning in ecstasy, furniture moving rhythmically and I believe I heard a whip cracking. I psyched myself up, proud I had gotten this far.

  A man in a suit appeared and directed us to a door, #8. Mr. Steele slipped him some cash after he unlocked the door, “I wasn’t here,” he said quietly to the doorman, who just nodded. Mr. Steele then held the door open for me so that I could walk in before him.

  The room was dimly lit and cozy. There was little in the room apart from a padded chair complete with stirrups. There was also a rack with paddles and whips hanging off the posts. There was a giant X shaped piece in the room which I wasn’t too sure about. I also noticed a few candles throughout the space and used the lighter on a shelf to bring a little more ambience into the room. After I was finished lighting the candles, I turned around to see Mr. Steele undressing. I immediately took to the role I knew I was supposed to be playing.

  “The fuck are you doing?” I snapped, startling the rich man, “You wait for me to tell you to get undressed. You wait for my permission before you do anything.” Mr. Steele looked sheepish after I chastised him, a look I hadn’t ever imagined I would see on his face. “Turn around and put your hands on that chair,” I commanded him.

  He turned and started to pull his pants back up. I relished my chance to correct him. “You don’t get it, do you? I never said to pull your pants up.” He realized his mistake and turned around, his ass only covered by his thin boxers. “Pull them down,” I said as sternly as possible, my anger and hatred for this man starting to become apparent in my voice.

  He did as he was told and his little puny butt was exposed, looking sad and pathetic. He gripped the sides of the chair and braced for the punishing blow he knew I would be delivering. I examined the paddles and whips on the rack, taking my time to find the right one. Mr. Steele soon became impatient (you didn’t keep this man waiting) and turned his head to see what I was doing. I didn’t appreciate that.

  “Do not fucking look at me. Turn around!” I couldn’t believe how hard it was to keep him in line.

  I selected a flat, wooden paddle that I was sure would sting. I brought it close to his rear, not touching him but letting him be aware that I was there, ready to attack. I would swing it fast and stopped when I was a hair away from his skin. He could feel the air rushing towards him and braced each time, waiting to be hit.

  “Oooh, not yet,” I teased with each swing.

  Finally I didn’t stop myself from contact and delivered a heavy blow, removing the paddle quickly to see the red mark already forming. His whole body leapt forward on impact and I heard him seethe as I lined up my next shot. I did more teasing and felt him wince every time I came close. The last hit had been so powerful, he was trembling in fear of the next.

  Whaaaap!

  I struck him again. And again. I watched his pale, white ass become covered with red, painful splotches. I was ready to move on.

  “Stand up and don’t you fucking look at me,” I instructed and he obeyed. When he straightened his body, I could tell it caused him pain but he knew better than to rub his sore ass. “Take your shirt off and walk over to the metal X on the wall.” He, of course, obeyed.

  There were leg and arm restraints hanging off of the X. With his body waiting in front of it, I calmly maneuvered the restraints over his wrists and ankles. He didn’t resist. I found a pulley system and realized I could use it to stretch his limbs. I gave a tug and his arms shot up far on the X. He winced.

  “Don’t be a pussy,” I told him.

  I pulled the chain lightly and he was stretched even more. His ankles kept his lower half in place and his arms were not going to be able to be stretched much more. I looked as his face contorted and sweat started to drip. I knew he was fighting off the pain, waiting for his body to provide pain killing relief. I was going to do what I could to distract his body from doing so.

  I locked the pulleys in place and examined the rack with the various toys awaiting my selection. I fingered a nice whip and figured it would do. I could hear Mr. Steele breathing heavily, searching for the endorphins to let him escape the painful stretch he was in. His breathing was labored and came in pained bursts. With enough focus, he could get the relief he was looking for. That’s where I came in. I snapped my wrist as I swung my arm, a giant crack electrified his back. I heard a whimper escape his mouth.

  “Too much?” I asked, not waiting for a response, I whipped him again. His body heaved up and down and I saw his eyes remain closed. He was trying to find his happy place. There were no vacations allowed here.

  Upon a quick examination, I noticed that the chair in the room was able to be flattened into a horizontal position. I pulled the lever and flattened it into position. I returned to my wealthy victim and released the restraints keeping him in place. I undid the restraints and he beg
an rubbing his sore wrists. He made no effort to cover his exposed cock. I was very surprised to see how erect he was.

  “That was pretty intense for a minute. I...” He spoke as though I was done with him.

  I cut him off “Lay down on that table. On your stomach.”

  He gave me a look of confusion but again, did as he was told. He lay on the table awaiting his next punishment. I fit his feet awkwardly in the stirrups and maneuvered them forward so his asshole was up in the air. Thankfully there were handcuffs on the toy rack and I used them to secure his arms to the table.

  “Safety word is elevator. I forgot to mention that. I might be ready to say it soon. If I say it, you have to stop.” He was now pleading.

  “Stop being so pathetic,” I told him, enjoying the reversal of our roles.

  As he began to sweat even more, I explored a drawer I had discovered and pulled out the world’s largest dildo and a bottle of lubricant. Wanting to make the next part easier, at least on my end, I dropped a generous amount of lube onto the head and I massaged it into the fake cock’s shaft. Once I felt certain that the toy was properly oiled up, I approached the primed and spread hole I was about to punish.