Just this weekend, Paul had expressed to her a desire to try anal sex.
He had shown up at her apartment somewhat unexpectedly very late Saturday
night and in something of a state. Hed told Pamela that hed had a blowout
fight with his wife and could he spend the night with her. At the same
time, he insinuated that divorce might be in the future. With that carrot
being held before her, there was no way she wasnt going to give in to his
request.
Pamela Jean had never tried anal sex before, thinking that it would
really hurt. She had been right, oh how she had been right. Paul Ryan
wasnt the most endowed of men. In fact, if she was to be brutally honest,
she found he was somewhat on the small size.
Despite that, he had fucked her ass with a painful vengeance. He acted
as if this was going to be the last fuck of his life. Shed asked him to
take it a little easier, but each time he seemed to get more and more
aggressive. It was as if he was working off some anger and she was his
punching bag. No, make that his fucking bag. By the time theyd done it
for the fourth time late Sunday afternoon, Pamelas ass was as sore as she
could ever had imagined.
Walking into Pauls office, Pamela tried to ignore Jacqueline Bradley
sitting at her desk in the outer office and started to head right for the
inner office.
Excuse me, you cant go in there. Jacqueline said as she rose from her
desk to block Pamelas way. Mr. Davis is in there.
The mention of one of the senior partners gave Pamela pause. Walking in
on a meeting between him and Paul wouldnt be a smart idea.
Ill just wait then. Pamela said defiantly as she turned and dropped into
one of the large comfortable chairs on the far wall.
Jacqueline returned to her desk and picked up the report she had been
working on. She read a little more of it and a broad smile filled her
face. The older woman looked up at Pamela, waiting until they made eye
contact.
Now what the hell is that old bitch grinning at. Pamela though when she
became aware of her gaze.
Pamela smiled back, a wicked grin that said she was the one with the
power. Pauls original Executive Secretary had retired due to illness some
three years before and Jacqueline took her place. Her own boss had also
recently retired unexpectedly.
Pam knew Jacqueline had held her in contempt for months. Ever since the
night the older woman had come back to the office to pick up some papers
from her desk. The Executive Secretary had heard sounds from the inner
office and thinking Ryan was working late for some reason, popped her head
in to see if he needed something.
Anything Ryan needed at that moment was more than being provided by
Pamela Jean. The newly promoted Secretarial Assistant was spread face down
over the large mahogany desk, her white dress up around her waist and her
panties down around one ankle. Ryan was standing behind Pamela, his back
to the door. His shirt and jacket were scattered on the floor; his pants
were down around his own ankles.
Jacqueline kept silent as she watched for a few moments as Ryans bare
ass moved back and forth; his cock buried deep in his new assistants pussy.
It was at that moment that Pamela had shifted her head to the left and seen
her at the door. Evidently, Pam wasnt as into what was happening as Paul
Ryan was and had heard the door open.
Pamela had flashed her a dont you wish it was you smile and called out
for Ryan to fuck her harder. By the time her boss increased his efforts to
comply, Jacqueline was long gone.
I bet she still wishes it was her getting screwed that night, Pamela
thought as a still smiling Jacqueline went back to her report. As if
anyone would want to screw that old bag. Ill bet she hadnt been laid since
Nixon was President, if even then.
Ten minutes went by as Pamela sat cooling her heels and Jacqueline went
on reading her report. All the time, her smile grew larger and larger.
Finally, the door opened and out came the senior partner.
You handle it anyway you like, John Davis said as the tall sixty nine
year old exited the inner office, still looking inside as he walked. Youre
in total charge now and we have every confidence in your ability to take
care of this.
Seeing a chance to perhaps advance herself more, Pamela jumped up and
rushed over to Mr. Davis. Turning his head forward as he moved, he only
caught sight of her at the last moment before he crashed into her. As it
was, he found himself looking right down at Pams well-displayed breasts.
Mr. Davis, hello, Pam said as she took a long, deep breath to further
emphasize her large mounds. Im Pamela Armstrong, we met at the Christmas
party last year.
John Davis turned his eyes away from the blondes chest without any
reaction. The bald old man merely nodded a goodbye to Jacqueline and
walked out of the room.
Goddamn old queer didnt even react. Pam thought in a mixture of
disappointment and anger as she watched him snub her and leave. If he
still gets it up, I bet its from watching little boys.
Watching Davis leave, Pam didnt notice Jacqueline dial the interoffice
on her telephone.
Miss Armstrong is here to see you. she finally heard Jacqueline say.
The Executive Secretary took what Pamela considered far too long on the
phone. Acting as if she was listening to something on the other end. The
younger woman was sure she was just taking a perverse pleasure in making
her wait just a little longer.
You can go in now, Miss Armstrong. Jacqueline said in a professional
tone as she hung up the phone.
Of course. Pamela said, trying to exert her real authority. As if I
ever needed to ask for an appointment, she mentally added. Just you wait,
you old bitch, pretty soon Im going to convince Paul to get rid of you for
good. Then well see if you still have that stupid grin on your face.
As the inner door closed behind Pamela, Jacqueline Ann Bradley had to
cover her face. In all her thirty plus years at Dawson, Davis and Douglas,
never had she acted in anything other than a professional manner. This
time, she could no longer keep from expressing an urge that had been
building inside of her since the moment that Pamela had arrogantly walked
into the office. Cupping her hands around her mouth to keep the sound from
spreading too far, the fifty-four year old woman began to laugh.
* * * * * * *
"Good Morning Paul," Pam said as she strode into the room. "I hope
you're feeling as good as I am this morning. Of course we both know who's
responsible for my feeling so good."
Paul's high back executive chair was turned around facing the window so
she couldn't see the reaction on his face. Nevertheless, she knew he loved
it when she pumped up his ego. Not as much as he loved her pumping up
other things of course.
The large chair turned in reaction to her presence. Pamela Jean put on
her best smile; a happy face that quickly turned to confusion as the chair
completed its turn.
"I'm afraid Paul isn't here." the forty-three year old woman sitting
there said.
Pamela's face dropped as she looked into the face of Victoria Baxter,
the youngest of the firm's Vice-Presidents. Victoria headed the legal
division and was rumored to be the senior partner's hatchet lady. Five
seven with a trim proportional figure, she had curly light brown hair and
deep brown eyes. She was, most people would say, quite attractive for her
age.
"Where's Paul?" Pamela asked, a slight bit of annoyance in her voice.
"I'm afraid that Mr. Ryan is no longer with us here at Triple D."
Victoria said with an equal bit of satisfaction.
"What?" Pamela said in shock. "How, when?"
Victoria took a few long moments before giving any answer, enjoying the
look of panic on Pamela's face.
"Well as to the when," she began with a satisfied smile. "Mr. Ryan and
the firm parted ways last Friday afternoon."
"Friday afternoon!" Pamela's mind screamed. "Friday afternoon."
The realization that Paul had spent the weekend with her, never telling
her that he'd left the company made her face turn pale. All of that crap
about a fight with his wife and a possible divorce had been just that -
crap.
Victoria noted Pamela's reaction and knew the reason why. Jim Stanton
over in Marketing was a long time drinking and whoring buddy of Ryan's. He
was also someone who owed Victoria quite a few markers. Ryan had met him
last night for one last drink and couldn't help brag about how he'd screwed
his office toy one last time. Victoria wondered if Pam's ass was still
sore.
"As to the why," Victoria continued after giving Pam enough time for the
implications to sink in. "Internal audit has been doing a review of Mr.
Ryan's expenses for quite some time now, and they'd found enough
irregularities to warrant an investigation."
"An investigation?" Pamela asked, worry in her voice. "Irregularities?"
"Well lets just say that Mr. Ryan was a little too liberal in his use
of company funds for personal expenses and leave it at that."
The blonde's mind flashed to all the little gifts Paul had given her
over the last year. Those and the two-week long vacation they had taken
together. Paul had made a big joke one morning after they'd finished
rocking the sheets that they should discussion some current projects so he
could claim the trip was a business expense. At the time at least, she had
thought it was a joke.
"Is Paul going to jail?" Pamela asked, the panic still racing through
her.
"It was a consideration," Victoria said. "But the Executive Board
decided the negative publicity wasn't worth it. Especially after Mr. Ryan
offered to make full restitution and then quietly resign."
A wave of relief passed over the twenty-four year old. Paul Ryan might
have turned out to be a first class prick, but she still wouldn't want to
see him wind up in jail. Hed used her, she now realized, just as she had
used him. He'd gotten what he wanted, just as she had gotten what she'd
wanted. It had been a fair enough exchange.
"The partner's have decide that I will now be taking over Mr. Ryan's
responsibilities in addition to my own." Victoria offered as a last bit of
information.
The thought that she was now working for this cold woman made Pamela
shudder. It was time to get out of here, she thought.
"Well I'm sure you have a lot to do then." Pam quickly said as she began
to turn to leave. "Please feel free to call on me if you need anything
from me, anything at all."
"One minute, Miss Armstrong." Victoria said loudly in an authoritative
tone that caused the younger woman to pause in midstep, a cold hand
gripping her heart.
Time hung suspended as Pamela hesitantly turned back around.
"Actually it's fortunate that you came in here this morning," Victoria
said, a slight smile at the curve of her lips. "It saves me the trouble of
sending for you. It seems that you are the first order of business our
departed Mr. Ryan has left me with."
"Excuse me." Pamela said.
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