Susan By The Collector A Good Secretary is ... Strong, Sensuous and Beautiful Copyright 1999 The Collector This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21. Send comments to ChuckSt35@aol.com I walked into my new office, glad that I decided to change jobs. A 20% increase in pay, nice benefits and a corner office. I was busy unpacking some personal things to keep in the office when my secretary walked in. I couldn't have been more pleased. She was stunningly beautiful ... ravishing is more like it. She obviously knew it. Women that looked like her had no reservations about their beauty. "Morning Mr. Welby ... I'm Susan. Welcome ... we've heard some very nice things about you." "Susan...hi...glad to meet you." Her voice was angelic with a face and body to match. A strawberry blonde with green eyes, she was wearing a red business suit, skirt and blazer, which fit her very nicely revealing only glimpses of a body that would drop me where I stood if I saw her in something seductive. Her blazer was open revealing a white blouse with breasts just large enough to detract from the rest of her body. Her skirt was just above her knees revealing calves that were thin yet full, and slightly muscular. She was wearing red heels as well. Oddly enough, they were 4 inches high, not often seen in an office, but she wore them well. As I rose to greet her, I suddenly realized at 5'9", I was looking up slightly at Susan. She could only have been 5'6" or so, but her heels made her look statuesque, even intimidating. She sensed it in me immediately as a slow smile came across her face. I suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline that was both pleasing and bothersome at the same time. "Listen Susan ... I like to start the morning with coffee please ... cream and sugar ... thanks." "OK ... you'll find it in the cafeteria." She said casually. "Well, I meant ... for you to get it for me." "I'm sorry ... I don't get coffee Mr. ... its Mark isn't it?" "Uh yes ... Mark's fine." I let it go, went and got my coffee and settled in to work. After an hour, I was ready to give Susan some work to complete before the end of the day. I walked into her office carrying a stack of odds and ends for her, as I had to hurry to a staff meeting. "Susan ... I need these by the end of the day ... let me know if you have any questions." "I guess the only question I have is why you're bringing those to me." "Well ... you're my secretary ... you work for me." "I don't think so Mark ... I'll do what I want to do ... any questions?" "Susan ... never mind ... I'll take it up at the staff meeting." I rushed off in a huff, a smile on Susan's face. * * * The meeting had gone almost an hour when it was my turn. "I know I'm new here but ... Susan is my secretary isn't she?" "Yes she is Mark but ... " the HR manager spoke up. "Jerry ... don't tell me you didn't tell him about Susan?" my boss said. "Oh oh" said the sales manager and I noticed looks were exchanged throughout the all-male room. "Well ... it was somebody else's turn ... I can't handle her." Said the HR manager, "And neither can any of you guys." "Just do the best you can Mark," my boss said. A few smirks were exchanged around the room, as it became a dead issue. We moved on to other topics and concluded a half-hour later. I exited the conference room only to be stopped by the sales manager. "Mark ... a word of advice ... treat Susan nice ... and don't piss her off." "Why ... what's with you guys? And who does she work for?" "Just be careful with her ... she's been all of our secretary at one time or another ... she's not someone you want to mess with." "Hey, come on, whatever she has on you guys I don't care. But I'm new here ... I don't have anything to worry about." "Look Mark ... I'll be as blunt as I can ... she can hurt you if she wants to ... physically." I gave him a strange look curious as to what he meant. "Come on ... she's a woman ... she's gorgeous ... I just won't let her get her knee near the jewels ... so to speak." "That's not what I mean Mark. I know it's going to sound odd ... but Susan's ... an incredibly strong woman." "You gotta be kidding. She's still a woman ... how strong can she be?" "OK ... you've been warned ... but I'm telling you ... she's very powerful ... for a man or a woman." I left wondering what was going on determined to reign Susan in. I walked back to my office and found Susan outside putting up a bulletin board. From behind she looked ravishing. She had her shoes off and was standing on her tiptoes pinning a notice up. I stared for what seemed like minutes when she turned around. "Get a good look?" she asked. "Yes ... er... no ... I mean ... I need to see you in my office ... right away." "Mmmm ... I'm going to lunch first ... I'll be in afterwards." "Susan! I said now!" She walked to me slowly, a calm look in her eyes and stared me down. "Don't ... ever ... use that tone of voice with me again. Do you understand?" "No ... I'm the boss here ... remember?" I said. "We'll see who the boss is after lunch. I'll be back ... sometime this afternoon. Bye." I watched her put her delicate feet into her shoes ... a show she knew I was enjoying ... then she got up and left. I spent the next two hours wondering how to deal with her ... how to make her understand what her job is. I was determined to resolve this once and for all. * * * Susan sauntered into my office just after 2:00. She came in, closed the door, took off her blazer and sat down in the chair across from my desk. She crossed her beautiful legs and looked at me, a smirk on her face and made herself at home. "So ... what's up?" she asked. "Susan ... we have a problem." "Yes ... we certainly do." "Well ... I'd like to resolve it ... once and for all." "Good ... at least we're thinking the same thing ... I hope." I wasn't sure what the ‘I hope' meant. "Susan ... you have to understand ... I'm the boss and ... " "No Mark ... you have to understand ... you're not the boss here ... I am ... you don't have any choice." "How dare you!" I shouted standing up. She stood up also and started walking around my desk. "Mark ... what did they tell you in the staff meeting?" "I can't tell you that ... that's private." She walked up to me ... standing inches from my face ... her breasts almost touching my chest. She looked gorgeous ... and smelled vibrant ... sexy ... enough to excite me. "Mark ... I'll get it out of you ... one way or another. Now are you going to tell me or not?" She was taking control ... and I was actually starting to enjoy it. "No ... I" Susan placed her right hand on my shoulder. She starting exerting pressure ... and I found myself being pushed to the floor. "Susan ... what are you doing ... ?" I tried everything I could to resist, but it was as though she had me in a vise. I couldn't stop her. I couldn't help myself ... but I found myself on my knees looking up at her. She looked even more beautiful for some strange reason ... more appealing. "Now Mark ... what did they tell you in the staff meeting ... and you can stand up now." I stood up and faced her as she took her hands and straightened my tie. I was immediately drawn to her touch. She obviously knew how to handle men. "They said ... they said you were ... strong ... for a woman." "That's right Mark ... I'm a very strong woman ... does that surprise you?" I was suddenly drawn to her even more. To hear her talk about her strength was having a strange effect on me. I was enjoying it far too much for my own good. "Yes...it does ... women aren't supposed to be ... like that." "Like what Mark?" She was milking me ... making me say what I thought I couldn't. Then she did something unexpected. As I looked at her, unable to speak, she casually unzipped the zipper to her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. My eyes were drawn to her powerful thighs; her legs now draped in hose and a red garter, with red panties to match. "Mark? Is something wrong?" "Wh-what are you doing?" "I'm just getting comfortable Mark ... is that OK?" She stepped out of her skirt. "Pick my skirt up Mark." I reached down, picked it up and set it on my chair. No sooner had I set it down when she started unbuttoning her blouse. As each button came undone, I watched with anticipation, wanting to see the treasures she had hidden underneath. As the buttons came undone, I saw only the cleavage of her large breasts. "You forgot what you were saying Mark? Something about how women aren't supposed to be something or other?" She held open her blouse and looked at me and smiled. "You ... can't be strong Susan ... you're too ... beautiful ... " She turned around and I took the hint immediately. I grabbed her blouse gently and watched as she slipped out of it. I noticed her red bra as I took her blouse away. Then she turned around. I watched as her large beautiful breasts and slim waist captured my eyes. She had to be the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. Her body, her legs ... it was lush ... athletic ... feminine. While I knew she was only 5'6", standing in front of her ... inches from her beauty ... I was surging just at the sight of her. If she was really powerful ... I don't think I could stand it. What she had done earlier must have been an anomaly. "You're ... not really a strong woman ... are you Susan? This is how you get what you want." She slipped to of her shoes, her height returning to normal size. I now looked down at her ... still finding her intimidating. "Oh Mark ... I was just getting ready to show you." I wanted more than anything to take her in my arms and make love to her. She reached out and took my hands in hers, then raised them up, our palms facing each other. Without warning, she tightened her grip on mine ... then started pushing downward. She startled me as she did it. But I felt strength coming from her I hadn't expected. I pushed back at her, trying to hold my own, but I couldn't. "Susan ... no ... you can't be ... " "But I am Mark ... you don't think a woman can be stronger than a man?" "I-I ... can't stop you Susan ... " I looked at her ... so beautiful ... and she was strong ... incredibly strong ... I couldn't stop her. "Susan ... your strength ... I didn't think ... you're hurting me Susan..." And she was. As my knees moved closer to the floor, I felt her grip tighten ... and I couldn't do anything to stop her. My knees touched the floor and I looked up at her, now aware of how strong she was ... at least I think I was. She let go of my hands as I sat on my haunches. "Now get up Mark." I stood up and looked at her again. She slowly put her hand to my chest, and stroked her finger down my shirt. Then without warning, she grabbed my shirt in her hand. She pulled me close and started exerting an upward pressure on me. As she smiled up at me, I felt my feet leave the floor. "Susan ... no ... no woman can ... " "Mark ... didn't' they tell you about my strength?" "Yes ... but not ... not like this." I looked down at her and suddenly realized how unstoppably strong she was. She raised me up further ... her arm fully extended. "Do you like me strong Mark?" "Susan ... yes ... your strength is so ... sensuous ... " She smiled and lowered me to the floor and looked me in the eye, placing her powerful arms on her hips. "Mark ... since I'm stronger than you are ... so much stronger Mark ... who do you think the boss is?" "You ... you are ... Susan ... " "That's right Mark ... now do you think we have an understanding?" "Y-yes ... I think ... so ... " She smiled, rubbed her hand across my cheek and grabbed her clothes. "Help me get dressed Mark." Which I did. "Mark ... I want my coffee at eight every morning ... don't be late. But be a dear and run down and get me something to drink." I was hooked ... nothing I could do. I went downstairs to the cafeteria, got her a drink and headed back to our offices. She was on my mind ... for the wrong reasons ... the whole time. She was beautiful ... incredibly strong ... and I found her outrageously sexy. I approached her desk. "Are you OK Mark?" she asked. "Yes ... I'm fine ... I think." "You know ... I could've hurt you if I'd wanted ... but there was no reason to." "I know ... Susan ... I really ... " "What Mark?" "I really ... admire your strength ... it makes you ... " "I know Mark ... better get back to work though." I walked into my office, closed the door and sat down, and thought about her. She came in maybe 20 minutes later, her demeanor changed, almost shy. "Mark ... " "Uh ... yes?" "Pick me up for dinner tonight ... about 7." She handed me a note with her address. "You're a little different aren't you?" she asked. "So are you ... maybe ... we'd get along ... ?" I asked hoping so much she understood. "Yes ... we just might Mark. Maybe we'll find out tonight." And she turned and left.