Must Read: Honorable Secretary (18+)

Episode 6 years ago

Must Read: Honorable Secretary (18+)

She strolled to the shiny metallic staircase and climbed up, disappearing into one of the rooms upstairs whose door I could hear open and shut while I made myself comfortable on the settee, my thoughts the only other noise in the otherwise silent room.

I was deep in thoughts when she returned, her feet encased in fluffy house slippers and making no noise on the polished marble floor.

“I’m back.”

She had changed into a bathrobe with a sash which was tied at the waist, accentuating her shape. From where I sat I couldn’t really tell if she had anything underneath, although her legs were bare up to the thighs, judging from the view each time the robe parted as she walked towards me.

“I hope you weren’t sleeping.”

“No I wasn’t, just thinking.”

“That’s fine; she replied and then pointed towards the far end of the room. The guest bathroom is that way, second door on your right. Get in there and take a shower. Leave your clothes hanging inside when you’re done, there’s a robe for you to use.”

Curt and dismissive.

I felt irked as I stood up and did as she ordered like a school boy. Some part of me however wondered what she was up to. Did she want to shag? I mean, with her wearing a robe and telling me to go take a shower, maybe she just wanted to get la!d. Another thought came up. Would I be able to do it? She was after all my boss and it wasn’t like I was here of my own volition. Deciding to see how things proceed, I stepped into the bathroom, closed the door, took off my clothes and turned on the shower full blast.


The sound of soft music came to my ears as I stepped out of the bathroom dressed in a thick bath robe. Underneath I was Unclad and the cold air in the sitting room slowly crept up my exposed legs till it reached ‘lil J’. I could see all the thick curtains had been dropped,
throwing the entire room into darkness, save one overhead bulb which illuminated the space in front of the couch like a stage.

“This way.”

Karishika’s voice guided me towards the corner where she sat hidden in the darkness. My eyes slowly grew accustomed to the gloom as I approached her and I could see she was seated beside a low table which had some items on it.

“That’s close enough. Take off your robe.”

Oh! Finally!! I smiled to myself. So that was what the whole elaborate charade had been about.

The Dam just wanted to get some of the brown sugar. Why then had she been acting like a stuffed up doll all day? She shoulda just said so and omo wobe woulda been all over that sweet butt0ckz like a mofo. I quickly threw off the robe, ‘lil J’ somewhat uncomfy with the cold but not complaining that much. She stood up from where she sat and approached me, a little smile on her lips.


“My oh my, she exclaimed when she saw my J0yst!ck. Quite a package we have here mister. Lovely.”

I stood there preening, while ‘lil J’ started showing signs of coming to life. It wasn’t even fully erect yet. When she sees the full glory of the anaconda, walahi she go holla like Sisqo.

She returned to the table and picked up a small bottle which she twisted open as she came back to where I stood and started smearing the aromatic oil all over my body, paying particular attention to my Tips and ‘lil J’, like an erotic standing massage. When she was done, I glistened like a human figure carved out of obsidian, the oil on my skin reflecting the light and my erection poking out like a javelin. She stood back and admired her handiwork with a satisfied eye. I assumed that was my cue to take over and closed in on her with the intention of removing her bathrobe but she disdainfully smacked my oily hands away from and spat another command.

“Step into the light and start dancing.”
Like a randy remote controlled robot, I stepped into the spot lit area and started gyrating and rolling my waist in the best imitation of strippers I’d seen on television while she resumed her sit to watch. She probably needed to get aroused before the deed, so to get her dripping I went through a whole routine of humping and grinding, letting her see my engorged phallus as I moved this way and that.


The first flash came as a surprise and I froze mid thrust. Looking up I saw that a camera with zoom lenses had magically appeared in her hands and her eyes were glued to the eyepiece.


“Keep doing your thing man, I’m loving this.”

Again with a nonchalant shrug, I resumed and continued dancing, flaunting my erection, as she continued taking pictures. I even started posing for her sef, holding and stroking my J0yst!ck and jutting my hips.


Countless shots later, she suddenly stood up and walked towards the stairs. I initially thought she was going to get something, or would invite me to follow her, only for her to climb a few of them before raising her voice above the volume of the music and fling chilling words in my direction.
You can take another shower to clean up before you go. The guards will call you an Uber cab, give you an envelope for your transport and let you out of the gate. Have a great night and see you on Monday.”

I stood there flabbergasted, not believing my ears, as she climbed the rest of the stairs and disappeared.


While the whole TPL ‘Lady in Red’ brouhaha rumbled on Twitter most of the next day, I couldn’t even participate. Just one thought troubled my soul.

What exactly had I let myself in for?