I love being in radio. Beats working for a living. But the nicest fringe benefit is seeing the General Manager's secretary everyday. Joann is a mid thirties woman of Mexican descent with a tight body and black hair that flows just past her shoulders. When she wears her charcoal gray short skirt with black stockings and her dark brown sweater, all I can think about is bending her over her desk and fucking her luscious ass. The problem is Joann's a good girl who loves her husband. I don't care if she's married or not, I just want to fuck her. But I know Joann would never cheat on her husband. Too bad, I bet she's a great screw. I thought I'd have to content myself with just watching her and never having her. But that was before I found out Joann's secret.
I've been working at this group of stations for three years and Joann's the only person who's been here longer. In many ways, she runs the place. She's the only one who has complete access to everything from personnel files to financial documents. The owner trusts Joann with absolutely everything. He trusts her more than he trusts the general manager. Turns out that was a serious mistake.
During another frustrating meeting with the GM I was told there simply wasn't enough money to pull of the promotion I wanted for my station. I was so frustrated I came back to the station after hours to look through our financial records. I didn't know what I was looking for, but I was angry and I needed to do something to find out if we really didn't have any money or if I was being lied to. Our sales department was selling well, no one had a raise recently, so we must be making at least a little money. Most of the documents meant nothing to me, but then I found an invoice for a piece of equipment that was 800 dollars. But the invoice said 1,000 dollars. Was the company we got the equipment from gouging us or had someone here changed the invoice and pocketed the difference?
It made me wonder and over the next few nights I checked every document. There were more discrepancies. Over the last four years, the discrepancies totaled a little over 10 grand. I suppose more than one person could have done this but it didn't seem likely. Joann was only person who's worked here over four years. She has the owner's trust and she controls the money. It had to be her. At first, I was angry that she'd take the money and hurt the stations. Then I realized I knew what she did I could use this to my advantage. I was pretty sure the threat of losing her job and jail time would make her do whatever I wanted. I was finally going to get my wish. I would be fucking Joann very soon.
Good old-fashioned blackmail. That was my way into Joann's pussy. I would have preferred that she spread her legs willingly, but since that wasn't going to happen, this was the next best thing. In some ways it was better. Joann could end a conventional affair if she wanted to. But this way, I could make her do anything at any time. Yeah, this was better. The question was how do I tell her I know her secret? Do I let her sweat for a while and play up the power I have over her or do I just tell her what I know and start fucking her right away? I decided to let her sweat, but just for a bit. Not because I felt bad for her and didn't want her to feel like shit for embezzling from the company, but because I wanted to tear into Joann's pussy and couldn't wait much longer.
The next morning I arrived at the station and was happy to see Joann was wearing another of my favorites. A form-fitting blue sweater that buttons in the front (no blouse, just a bra and the sweater), a tight dark blue skirt that ends just above her knees and white stockings. Joann manages to look sweet and innocent yet also very fuckable when she wears that outfit. She's a good girl that knows she has a cock stiffening body and likes to show it off. But only to a point, Joann isn't a whore. Although by the end of the day, this good girl would be doing things she had never dreamed of. After exchanging pleasantries with Joann, I went into the studio and began to put things in motion.
When I was ready, I opened the studio door and leaned out. "Joann, can you come in here for a minute?"
"Sure." She gave me a big smile and walked around the half wall her desk was behind. A she walked towards me, I couldn't believe today was the day I would finally get to fuck Joann. From the moment I met her three years ago, I've fantasized about banging the hell out of her. She slipped past me and into the studio. I closed the door behind her.
"I have some paperwork I need you to see." I watched Joann's face as she began to look through the stack of papers that showed how much money she had stolen. At first her face showed fear. She had been discovered. Then Joann tried to figure a way out. She looked up at me and opened her mouth. She probably was going to play dumb, but she didn't say anything. She closed her mouth and kept looking at me. Finally a look of resignation appeared on her face. She'd been caught and there wasn't anything she could do.
"How long have you known?" she asked meekly.
"A couple days. But I didn't get all the evidence together until last night. What the hell were you thinking, Joann?"
"I don't know…I was…I'm gonna get fired. Oh God! I'm gonna go to jail!!"
She was starting to panic, so I had to jump in. "Keep your voice down. I'm the only one who knows about this. I'm sure you'll find some way to keep me quiet."
The thought of buying me off apparently hadn't occurred to her. Joann just stood there staring at me. She trembled a little. But the blank look on her face meant I was going to have to lead her through this. She wasn't going to have any thoughts of her own on how to get out of this. "Look Joann, this is your mess. Go back to your desk and spend the rest of the morning thinking about what you're going to do. I'll take you to lunch and you can tell me what you came up with."
Joann still didn't say anything; she just headed back to her desk. At least she had the presence of mind to compose herself before she left the studio. She still trembled a little and even wobbled a bit as she walked. All that did was make her ass shake more and make my dick harder. The rest of the morning, Joann absent-mindedly went about her job. I passed her a few times, but she wouldn't look at me. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. I felt sorry for her, she really was a good person that for some reason did something really stupid. I didn't feel sorry enough to let her of the hook though. When you have the chance to fuck a woman as spectacular as Joann, you don't pass on it.
When noon finally arrived I went to Joann's desk and said, "Let's go. We've got a lot to talk about." She looked at me for a moment, then dropped her eyes and followed me out the door. Once we were in my car I started questioning her. "What are you going to do, Joann?"
"Please don't tell anyone. Please. I'll put the money back somehow." Joann's voice shook as she spoke.
