How Marie Got Her Raise

The plaque on her desk read Marie Rossi.

The last name was fitting -- it was an Italian word meaning red, and Marie had on her favorite red lipstick at the moment.

Right at that moment, Marie also had on her favorite leopard print silk blouse, black leather skirt and patent-leather open toed stilettos.

Marie herself was definitely Italian, possessed of olive skin, brown hair, brown eyes, and now, a beautiful rack.

Marie also had a bit of a problem on her hands. She desperately needed a raise, because her landlord recently sent a letter to everyone in the building he was raising the rent. Not by very much, to be sure, but by just enough that she would almost have to move.

Marie hated moving.

The other problem part came in the sense that she had a female boss -- a beautiful, blonde, British boss with ice blue eyes who hardly ever laughed, at least while she was in the office.

Marie had recently had her boobs done. If she'd had a male boss, the raise would have already been hers. Certainly her boyfriend couldn't keep his hands off her.

But no, she had a female boss. And so, the problem.

Sitting at her desk, pondering her problem, she had no idea that a solution was about to present itself -- just maybe not in the way she imagined.

* * *

Stasia Taylor sat at her desk in her private office, staring at her secretary Marie through the glass door to her office, thinking all sorts of unprofessional, inappropriate thoughts.

Stasia's full name was Anastasia, having been born in Russia but then raised in Great Britain, now living in the US. She was also at least ten years older than her secretary. She had been around the block, so to speak -- her passport had more stamps than most people's -- and knew exactly what she wanted, and was not shy about going after it.

Right at the moment, what she wanted was her beautiful Italian secretary.

Marie was Italian, and she had also gotten her boobs done. Stasia knew that because Marie had requested time off to have the procedure done. The procedure had gone off without a hitch or any complications, at least according to emails she had been copied on. Even so, it had taken a few weeks for the swelling to go down and have the bandages removed.

Now Marie was walking around with high, full, perky tits. And probably not wearing a bra. She also wondered if she wore panties under that leather skirt. Maybe she could find that out as well.

She also knew, from having eavesdropped on a conversation between the fellow secretaries, that Marie needed a raise. Stasia suddenly thought of a plan that would kill two birds with one stone, so to speak -- Marie would get her raise, and Stasia would get to find out whether Marie wore a bra under her blouse.

Time to put her plan into motion.

She pressed the button for the intercom.

"Yes, Miss Taylor?"

"Marie, can you please come in here? And bring your notepad."

"Yes, Miss Taylor."

* * *

Out at her desk, Marie suddenly had a hard time concentrating. Something about the way Miss Taylor had made that command, for command was what it was, impossible not to follow.

Pulse quickening, she located her yellow legal notepad and a pen and headed ten steps over to Miss Taylor's office door, clear glass with a stainless steel handle, labelled Stasia Taylor, Executive Vice President, framed with clear glass walls, although she also had Venetian blinds.

She knocked three times. Donk, donk, donk.

"Come in, Marie."

Ignoring her suddenly racing pulse, Marie pulled open the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind her.

Right away, the background noise of a busy office cut off.

"You needed me to take a letter, Miss Taylor?"

"Yes, Marie," Stasia said. "Come in and have a seat."

Marie did so, then held her pen at the ready, poised over her legal notepad.

"Before I have you take a letter, I wanted to ask you how your enhancement procedure, well, proceeded."

Marie smiled. "Just fine, Miss Taylor."

"No complications?"

"No, none at all," Marie replied. "Why do you ask?"

"Just wanted to make sure everything was all right with you," Stasia replied.

"That's very kind of you," Marie said softly.

"I'll bet you're not even wearing a bra," Stasia asked in a predatory, commanding tone.

"Miss Taylor!" Marie said, shocked. "That's not exactly appropriate."

"Probably not," Stasia replied. "But if you want your raise, I want to find out. So put down that notepad and come around here. Now."

"You didn't want me to take that letter, did you?"

"No, I'm afraid not," Stasia said softly. "Come now, Marie. You've practically been begging to let those puppies free. Now come over here."

Ignoring her suddenly racing pulse, Marie did as Stasia commanded -- she put down the notepad and pen, then rose from her chair, went around Stasia's desk and stood before her.

"Tell me," Stasia began quietly. "Why do you need a raise so badly?"

"I got a letter from my landlord a few weeks ago that they're going to raise my rent."

Stasia nodded. "Yes, I got one of these, too. Always such a pleasure. And just how much of a raise were you wanting?"

"Five to ten percent," Marie replied, her lips barely moving, as if she were afraid to say it.

"Okay," Stasia said. "I think I can do that. But I'm going to need something from you, so come over here." She patted her desk and held out her hands to Marie as she came around and stood in front of her.

"That's it," Stasia said. "Come here..."

"Please, don't hurt me," Marie pleaded.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Stasia assured her. "But before I give something to you, you have to give something to me."

"What about acting selflessly?"

"That's a nice sentiment," Stasia said. "But in the real world, that kind of thing doesn't happen."

"All right, fine," Marie said with a sigh. "What do you want to see first?"

"First of all, these," Stasia said, as she gently spread apart Marie's blouse.

"No! Please! Don't!"

"My dear. Do you want that raise or not?"

Marie acquiesced with a whimper and a pout.

Stasia spread the filmy material apart with a smile. In moments Marie's breasts were bare and beautiful for all the world to see.

Yes, the surgeon had done an excellent job, Stasia thought, giving them a visual thorough once-over. They were high, full and beautiful, the nipples like two hard pink points.

Stasia ran her palms over Marie's heaving melons, then with her fingertips, and finally extended her tongue.

First the left nipple then the right each got a quick, exploratory flick.

Marie gave her a gasp and a squeak in return.

"Tell me, darling," Stasia said, speaking quietly. "Have you ever been with a woman?"

"No, only men," Marie replied.

"Yes, I rather thought so," Stasia replied. Looking up at Marie, said, "You and I could be great together."

"I thought we already were great together," Marie replied. "At least that's what you told me the other day."

"Yes, I did," Stasia agreed. "But that was in a professional context. This is more, shall we say, personal."

Marie didn't reply, so Stasia pressed her point.

"I can rock your world," Stasia told her. "Tell me, do you wear panties to work?"

"Sometimes," Marie said, blushing like crazy. "Kind of depends on what mood I'm in."

"Let's see what mood you're in right now," Stasia said, pushing Marie's skirt up her thighs.

"Miss Taylor--"

"Marie, do really you want this raise?"

She swallowed. "Yes, Miss Taylor."

"Good," Stasia said with a smile. "This won't take long."

Marie whimpered and moaned yet again.

Stasia, meanwhile, scooted off her chair and sank to her knees, as she kept pushing Marie's leather skirt ever higher. Soon she was staring at Marie's pussy.

"No panties," Stasia said with relish. "Excellent."

Marie began to plead. That only made Stasia more excited.

"Miss Taylor, please don't--"

Holding Marie's skirt with one hand, she took her other hand, extended her middle finger and slipped inside Marie's vagina, feeling for her G-Spot.

Marie's protestations were cut off instantly with a loud gasp. "Oh!"

"Never felt that before, have you?"

"No, Miss Taylor!"

Using just one finger, it took Stasia less than five minutes to bring Marie to a shuddering, moaning orgasm, pussy juices actively dribbling from her slit.

That's when Marie noticed the plastic on the floor at her feet.

"I keep it there just in case," Stasia told Marie.

Marie snorted, even as the after shock of a fresh mini-orgasm pulsed through her.

Stasia gently pulled Marie's skirt back into place and smoothed it down. "There, how does that feel?"

"Incredible," Marie replied.

"Good," Stasia said. "Ready to be my pet so you can get your raise?"

"Yes, Miss Taylor," Marie replied, smoothing down her skirt.

"Now, go back to your desk and tell your fellow secretaries out there you just got your raise."

"Thank you, Miss Taylor," Marie said.

"You're welcome," Stasia said, giving a single nod.

"Should I uhm, break up with my boyfriend?"

"I'll let you decide," Stasia replied. "Although, when I stop and think about it, it might be better if you stayed together with him."

"Yes, Miss Taylor."

Stasia rose from her seat. "Don't worry now, my dear. Go back out there. I'll make sure you get that raise, as well as a nice bonus."

Marie blushed. "Thank you, Miss Taylor."

Stasia playfully spanked Marie's ass. "Now get back to your desk. Don't let me keep you."

"Yes, Miss Taylor."