MINA-0324

"Assistant, please report to my office.”

You slam your laptop shut and push yourself up begrudgingly. Another meeting with Ms Myoui, probably another fucking scolding from that cold bitch. If you didn’t need the money, you wouldn’t be working this damn job. Sure, it’s a pretty high position: Personal Assistant to the CEO of Myoui Tech Enterprises, but you don’t care about anything but the high four-figure salary. There’s always a lot to do, but who cares? You’re getting paid anyway, whether you do it or not.

You push open the wooden doors to the CEO’s office. Your boss, Myoui Mina, sits at her desk, typing on her laptop. She closes the laptop when you enter and rises from her chair.

“Take a seat at my desk, Assistant.”

You grumble and take the seat. Whatever she has for you probably has no value anyway. Another scolding, probably. Who gives a fuck?

Mina slides her blazer off her shoulders, draping it over her chair. She’s dressed in a white long-sleeved dress shirt, tucked into black dress pants. She would look kind of hot if she wasn’t such a bitch.

“I called you here to talk about your performance today. You’ve been causing me a lot of stress lately.”

Fucking shit. Another damned scolding. You’re fucking tired of it.

“Your performance is not up to par, and as your direct superior, I cannot have that on me.”

Mina undoes the buttons to her long sleeves as well as the top button holding her collar together.

“Your bad performance reflects badly on me, and on yourself. You’re an adult and you still can’t do your job properly.”

She sighs.

“Tell me, Assistant. How should I deal with you?”

You only answer with an annoyed grunt. You know that Mina is aware you feel this is a waste of time. You’re doing enough as is anyway reading whatever emails she sends you and answering some of them if you feel like it. It’s not like she doesn’t have another PA. In fact, the other PA does so much that you might as well be out of a job. You definitely can afford to slack off.

“If all you do around here is nothing of value, then you deserve to be fired. What do you say?”

What the fuck?

No. No, you can’t. You need the money.

“Perhaps I should really consider it. Minjeong can do all of your work anyway.”

No!

“No, Ms Myoui! I can’t lose this job! I’ll do better, I promise! I’ll do anything!”

“I’ve given you so many chances. Each time you have stressed me out and disappointed me. What makes this time different?”

Mina turns around to walk to the back of her office, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. The light of the afternoon sun shines through, the brightness shining around her body as she casts a shadow on the carpet.

“I’ll do anything, Ms Myoui. I cannot lose this job. I’ll make sure I do better. Anything. I’ll do anything.”

“Are you sure?”

Mina untucks her shirt from her pants. Her outfit seems to get more casual throughout, but you don’t have time to care about that. You can’t lose this job!

“Yes, I’m sure, Ms Myoui.”

“In that case…”

Mina raises her hands from behind her back to her front, appearing to fiddle with something. Rhythmic popping sounds come from her actions, and then the sound of a clasp being undone is heard. What is she doing?

To your shock, Mina flings a strapless bra into the shade away from the sun in her office. The red garment falls on the floor, and you take a moment to process the sight. In the time you try to make sense of what you’re seeing, Mina turns around to reveal her unbuttoned shirt and the valley between her perky breasts. Her nipples, erect either due to the cold air or arousal, or a mix of both, are poking through her blouse. Each clack of her heels gets louder as she steps closer.

You attempt to rise to your feet.

“Ms Myoui, what—mmph!”

You’re pushed back into your chair. Mina snaps behind you in the blink of an eye, and the cool steel of handcuffs bind your wrists together. The chain catches on to the wood of the backrest, leaving your arms bound behind you.

Even with as much resistance as you can offer, it is futile. Mina comes in front of you and bends down, her blouse dangling, chest jiggling from her movements.

“You’ve caused me so much stress, you know that?”

She caresses your cheek, her eyes gazing almost lovingly into yours. You know it’s a lie—Ms Myoui has been nothing but cold, and in fact, she’s probably getting off on the power rush.

Your eyes dart to the valley between her breasts, the bewilderment clear in your eyes. You hate that you’re staring at the bare chest of the woman you hate so much, but you can’t look away. Your cock hardens in your pants, the bulge definitely not escaping Ms Myoui’s notice.

“My eyes are up here. Look at me when I talk to you.”

You flick your gaze back up to look into Mina’s eyes.

“Your punishment for today—” she trails off and giggles, “—is to be my stress relief.”

She raises a hand to caress your cheek, then sliding down to your neck. She grips you hard, restricting your breathing as her lips brush against yours, her hot breath against your skin.

“ You’re going to be my fucking sex toy today, whether you like it or not, and I’m going to fuck you as many times as I want before you can go home. Is that clear, toy?”

What the fuck? This isn’t legal, what the fuck is she on?

“Ms Myoui, what is the meanin-”

“Shut the fuck up. How many times are you going to talk back? Do you want to be fired?”

Mina grabs your chin, interrupting your question. She glares at you throughout before standing up straight and releasing her grip. She smirks, before she unbuckles her belt and undoes her pants. With a little tug and a shimmy, Mina’s pants and red panties fall to the ground.

Your boss stands in front of you, naked. You lustfully rake your eyes across her body in spite of your fear. Mina’s honey brown skin is free of blemishes, and you admit that she definitely looks beautiful. Taut honey brown nipples sit atop her breasts, and six-pack abs line her torso. Your gaze travels down to her wide hips, then her supple thighs, drenched in her slick. The part of her body that sends a surge of arousal striking through your veins is the thigh gap at her crotch. Mina’s thighs meet a short ways beneath her sex, and you can clearly see Mina’s shaven clean, her glistening pussy right before your very eyes.

“Done ogling me, toy?”

You hurriedly try to look back up at Mina. Her cold glare falls upon you like a hammer to an anvil, your body molded to the form that the chair forces you to take, the makeshift frame that keeps you bound.

“I’m sorry, Ms Myoui, I—”

Slap!