“Well Miss Blake, I’ve got to say your resume looks pretty impressive.” Mr. Johnson said, hardly looking at the piece of paper sitting on his desk. It was nothing to look at anyway, unlike the perky 20-something woman sitting across the desk from him. She knew very well what would land her the secretary job and it wasn’t her spotty and somewhat inflated resume. It was the way she’d left the top couple of buttons of her slightly too small blouse undone, how her short business skirt showed off her long, toned legs and the bob on her light blonde hair.

 “I think we can safely say we’ve found our woman.” He learned forward, extended a hand to shake Miss Blake’s. “Welcome to the team!” As he said this, a door on the right side of the office opened up and another man in a dark suit stepped in. “Now, if you’d just follow Steve over there, he’ll take you to the next stage of things, show you the ropes, and get you settled in. And congratulations!” He added, as the young woman stood and followed the other man out of the office.

 After a few seconds, he pressed a button on the desk. “Send in the next candidate, please.” A moment later, a door on the left side of the office opened up and another young woman came in. She was a close match to the girl who had just left, save her hair was dark and wavy.

 “Ah, Miss...Harris is it?” Mr. Johnson said, glancing at the sheet of paper the young woman handed over as she took her seat opposite him. “Well, I’ve got to say, your resume looks pretty impressive…”

 An hour later, Mr. Johnson tapped the comms again. “How are we looking?” He asked.

 “Miss Smith was the last one.” The voice on the other side replied, referring to the statuesque redhead who had just stepped out through the door on the right.

 “Alright, guess we’re finished here.” Mr. Johnson replied. “Hold my calls…” Grinning at his joke, he stood up from the desk, loosening his tie, and headed to the right.

 “Well, how’re we settling in?” He asked, stepping through the door.



“Mmmppphhh!!!” Was the reply that came from the dozen or so young women on the other side. They were lined up, side by side and bent over the long conference table. Their arms were drawn behind their backs and were tapped at the wrists. Below, each girl had her legs spread wide apart, each ankle taped to that of the girls on either side of her.

 The disheveled state of their carefully styled hair and business clothes suggested they’d put up something of a struggle while being secured like that. Though Mr. Johnson guessed the fact that all of their blouses seemed to have been ripped open and their skirts hiked up had more to do with the three other men in the room who stood by, grinning at each other and leering at the ladies squirming in the tape binding them.

 “Now, have these gentlemen explained what the nature of your duties here as secretaries will be?” Mr. Johnson asked the captives with a smirk.

 “Mmmppphhh!!!” The captives groaned back, unable to off any more substantial reply, due to the wide ring-gags strapped inside their mouths.  

 “Good!” He said with a laugh. “Now then, how about we test you girls on your...oral dictation then?”