The Loss and Fall of a Beautiful Female Secretary (23P)

This post was last edited by Han Bai on 2009-5-12 01:13.

Memories of the Past:
May in Beijing was already quite warm. It was a bright and sunny morning. Yuan Fang sat at her dressing table, slowly applying light makeup. Although it was Sunday, she wore a cream-colored silk long-sleeved shirt, a gray-black suit skirt, and flesh-colored stockings. The standard attire of an office lady in the Central Business District. Yuan Fang hadn't slept well and woke up very early. Recent events had troubled her, even frightened her, as if something major was about to happen, even changing her entire life.

Recently, the company announced a restructuring, and the Chinese branch, despite its decent performance, was the first to be affected. Yuan Fang's department was called the Customer Service Department; the technicians were all out on business, leaving only seven so-called white-collar women and a foreign manager at home. The foreign manager, named Jack, was in his early forties and had been in the Chinese department for over half a year, but his wife hadn't come with him. It was said that he was one-quarter Chinese, could speak Mandarin but couldn't read or write it. Everyone says this guy is definitely a good person, willing to fight for his subordinates' interests in crucial moments, but he has one flaw, as the technicians say, he can't stand women wearing skirts. And unlike other foreigners who go to bars in Sanlitun to pick up girls, Jack prefers to seek romantic encounters among white-collar workers in office buildings, regardless of whether they are unmarried girls or married women; as long as they wear skirts and high heels and have some attractiveness, he'll pursue them. As for the seven office ladies in his vicinity, he naturally wouldn't ignore them. Not long after Jack took office six months ago, several graduates from Beijing Foreign Studies University, like Xu Qian, began hinting that their relationships with the boss were unusual. Shen Yun from the accounting department once secretly told Yuan Fang that she overheard Jack boasting to other foreign managers that he would sleep with all seven women in the customer service department within a year. Yuan Fang scoffed, thinking, "Forget about me, he can't even handle Sister Yaqin." Yaqin is the oldest of the seven, just over thirty, and her husband went to Australia to study languages two years ago at his own expense. Yaqin raises her four-year-old daughter alone and also takes care of her in-laws. In the office, Yuan Fang and she got along quite well.

(Jack liked to hunt for women in the office; he would pursue anyone who wore a skirt suit and high heels and had some charm.)

(Jack was working hard; he wanted to sleep with all seven office ladies in the customer service department within a year. These glamorous female employees of foreign companies experienced both pain and pleasure, while their poor husbands had no idea that their wives' work, besides handling daily paperwork, also involved satisfying their boss's insatiable lust.)

　Yuan Fang was different from the other girls in the company; she only had a teacher's college diploma. Those from regular schools, like Xu Qian, didn't think much of her. Two years ago, she entered the workforce, teaching English at a primary school in the western suburbs. The school conditions were poor; in winter, they even had to use a stove in the classrooms. During winter break, she found a temporary job at the company as a secretary and stayed on. Last summer, Yuan Fang met her Prince Charming, Wu Bin, on the subway, and this year, after both sets of parents gave their approval, they got married. The couple pooled all their savings, plus financial assistance from their parents, to make a down payment and buy a two-bedroom apartment in the Fuxingmen neighborhood. It had only been a few months. Yuan Fang didn't care much about what other girls thought of her. She did her job well at work and then devoted herself to decorating her little home after work. Wu Bin was a refined young man, tall and thin, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He was a graduate student at Renmin University, but unfortunately, his major wasn't very good. After graduation, due to his excellent grades, he stayed in the department as a lecturer and also served as an undergraduate counselor. His department didn't offer much financial reward; it was just a fixed salary, much less than Yuan Fang's at the foreign company. The young couple scrimped and saved to pay the mortgage, and their lives were peaceful. Yuan Fang didn't have much money, nor did she dream of having much. She wore only light makeup, a conservative white-collar suit, and high heels every day, bearing a resemblance to the middle-aged Ya Qin.

(Yuan Fang, newly married, wore only light makeup, a conservative white-collar suit, and high-heeled shoes every day.)

　With such a respectable woman by his side, Jack naturally wouldn't let her go. He often intentionally or unintentionally put his arm around her shoulder and waist in the office. As long as there weren't any overly inappropriate actions, Yuan Fang didn't seem to mind, after all, he was her boss. Several times, Jack tried to express his desire to develop a more intimate relationship with Yuan Fang, but was politely refused each time. Last year at the company's Christmas party, Yuan Fang wore a black outfit: a black halter-neck evening gown, black stockings, and black patent leather high heels. Jack stared intently at the girl's bare, white shoulders, his mouth dry. He pretended to be drunk and unwell, asking Yuan Fang to take him back to his apartment. Seeing that no one was paying attention to them and she couldn't find anyone from her department, Yuan Fang had no choice but to help Jack away from the noisy crowd. Fortunately, Jack's apartment was in a foreign apartment building next to the company, and he was quickly taken to his room. Just as Yuan Fang was about to leave, Jack suddenly knelt at her feet and tightly hugged her knees. The girl was anxious and angry, struggling desperately, but she was no match for the strong Jack. Seeing the boss lean his head under her skirt and begin kissing her thighs encased in thin stockings, Yuan Fang calmed down and stopped struggling. Surprised, Jack looked up in confusion. Yuan Fang said in as calm a voice as possible, "Jack, I appreciate your feelings for me, but you know I'm getting married soon. I don't want to hurt my fiancé, and you don't want to hurt your wife, right?" Jack felt his throat cool, and his arms involuntarily relaxed. Yuan Fang turned and left, gently closing the door, leaving only the lingering echo of her high heels.

"Fang'er, eat breakfast!" This was Wu Bin's third urging. "You eat first, I'm not very hungry, I'll buy something on the way." Yuan Fang remained quietly seated in front of her dressing table, her mind a jumbled mess. Yuan Fang's family wasn't well-off. She'd always been an independent girl, and those who knew her said she was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside. But today, she felt a powerlessness and helplessness she'd never felt before. She needed a decision, but it was incredibly difficult.

For weeks, rumors had been circulating, and everyone was constantly on the move. Last Friday, Yuan Fang couldn't sit still any longer. She knocked on the manager's office door, demanding to discuss her work plan for the next quarter. Jack looked up from his pile of documents. "Fang, I like things straightforward. I know you're here about the layoffs, and I was just about to talk to you, but you see, I'm too busy right now. How about this: come to my place on Sunday, 9:30 in the morning. No one will bother you. My apartment isn't hard to find; you've been there before." Jack stood up and held her delicate shoulders. "Fang, don't worry. You're a competent secretary, and I won't let a secretary go easily." Yuan Fang's shoulders trembled slightly. She wasn't oblivious; she understood what Jack wanted and what refusal meant.

Yuan Fang remained in a daze all afternoon. When she looked up, the office was empty; everyone had already gone home. Gathering her belongings, Yuan Fang listlessly walked into the hallway. She happened to be wearing flat, soft-soled leather shoes that day, and the empty hallway was deathly silent, mirroring her mood. As Yuan Fang passed the manager's office, she could faintly hear someone breathing heavily and with suppressed emotion. She gently pushed open the door a crack and froze. Ya Qin was slumped over the large executive desk, her hands gripping the edge tightly, her plump, white buttocks raised high. Her gray skirt, white panties, and flesh-colored sheer stockings were pulled down to her knees. Jack stood behind Ya Qin, his trousers haphazardly piled on his feet, his bare, firm buttocks thrusting powerfully back and forth, pounding against the woman's mature body. Yuan Fang felt a pang of sorrow, for her colleague, and for herself.

The wall clock struck ten. Yuan Fang slowly stood up. She put on a light gray trench coat, slipped on black high-heeled shoes, grabbed a handbag, greeted Wu Bin, and left the house.

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