Reposting, hopefully this follows title rules! (This is my first short story erotica first time posting here so feedback is absolutely welcome. Character limit made this being in parts necessary. See you tomorrow!)

I know that it’s cliche to say that she was asking for it, but certainly she deserved it. Vivian was not at all incapable of performing her job to expectations. In fact, she went above and beyond when she worked for the lawyer in the space adjacent to mine. It was me she seemed to have a personal vendetta against.

The first day they had her move her belongings over to the secretary desk outside of my office, I saw a look on her face. A look that simply said, “You are beneath me.” An immediate shot to my ego. I couldn’t have someone working under me who was capable of thinking so little of their superior. But my secretaries prior had been inexperienced, lazy, or just outright incompetent. My options were dwindling.

I had high hopes when she entered. The young lady was dressed decently enough, I thought. At least until she gave me that disgusting stare. Then she slipped her legs underneath the desk to sit down, and I noticed that her skirt was maybe two or three inches too short. It pulled up at her thighs and revealed that I was mistaken in thinking she was wearing sheer black tights. Instead, what peaked out from underneath her uniform was the top of a lace border of stockings. They stuck to the sweat of her skin, her legs tightly clenched together in an attempt to appear professional.

The little respect we had for each other was now mutual.

And she seemed to realize that, because after that very first day she seemed to do whatever was within her capabilities to slight me or set me up for failure. Wrong appointment times, blatantly incorrect information on cases, misplaced paperwork. The woman couldn’t even serve a cup of coffee without doing something to irk me.

It was not merely insolence. She was surely out to ruin my entire career.

And I assure you I held my tongue and held it well, at least for that first week or so. By the end of the month I could not help but bite back, for my own safety. So I began to retaliate — Giving her incorrect information to begin with, having her draft legal documents 3 or 4 times before I let myself be satisfied. My retaliations did absolutely nothing to tame her. In fact, she seemed to revel in it! Her face showed that she took great pride in have such an impact on me.

I knew then that this was all a part of the game she played, and the only way to settle this once and for all was to use extreme measures. It was exactly five weeks into her new position when I made the decision to extinguish that fire she had inside of her. I knew that once I was done with Vivian, there would be no more sly smiles, rolled eyes, or rude gestures from her. She would be as submissive and docile as a small animal towards me.

And to add to the sweetness of what would be her misery, she was being exceptionally unbecoming that day. The witch dressed more conservatively for one, but her behavior was just as vile. A fitted deep green tartan dress with a Peter Pan collar to accent it. Those same lace stockings that hid in secret underneath each outfit — did I see a garter belt when she knelt over the table this morning to reach for the phone? Her brunette hair was tied back in a neat bun. All of these certainly calculated decisions on her part, but they lit a desire within me that longed to destroy every civilized part of her attire this morning… ripping that lovely bun out of her hair and bundling up her locks in my fist as I tore apart the rest of her.

Yes, when I was finished I wanted her to look as assaulted and humiliated as she was. I would reduce her to nothing.