Monday morning was back to the normal routine before the Mark saga began, Fiona was picking her own clothes and getting dressed in piece. When she came down she was still dressed and looked sexy as Fiona was now well used to knowing what was expected of her.
She drove herself to work and I'd given her no instructions to follow much to her surprise, and I'm sure Mark would be equally surprised when he went the whole day without getting something sexual from his manager.
It was a phone call that Fiona took just after dinner that caught my attention and unfortunately I just caught the end of it that went something like this.
".....yes Mr Mulherne I can stay later tonight it's not a problem.....ok I'll see you in my office at five fifteen...by now," she said before hanging up the phone.
I instantly thought this must be about Friday but Fiona would be none the wiser as she had absolutely no idea I'd sent the text to her boss, maybe he'd been over and saw Fiona in action? Maybe I was barking up the wrong tree.
Either way I was sat in front of my computer at five and waited like Fiona was for her boss to arrive.
He arrived on the dot, knocking once and walking in to her office with his usual swagger and air of authority even more prominent than previous times.
He let the door swing shut behind him and sat in the chair opposite Fiona with a big over sized smirk on his face, I knew then he'd seen Fiona in action on Friday and he was over here today for his turn.
There was a minute of very awkward silence and I watched as Fiona shifted awkwardly in her seat almost knowing something was a miss, and then Francis spoke.
"Do you like working here Fiona?" he asked.
"Erm yes Mr Mulherne....why do you ask?" Fiona asked clearly a little confused and apprehensive.
"Because if you want to carry on working here Fiona you'll come and stand here," he said pointing at the floor right between him and her desk.
"Erm....Mr Mulherne," she went to ask.
"You heard me, I wont repeat myself Fiona," he said oozing authority and power.
Fiona shifted her chair back and walked round to stand on the floor right in front of her boss and her desk.
Francis looked her up and down for a minute or more and the silence was clearly making Fiona very uncomfortable and she shifted on her heels in front of him until he spoke again.
"Take your clothes off," was all he said to Fiona.
"I...I'm sorry....," she stammered.
"Take your clothes off like you do for Mark Cross," he said watching and waiting, his gaze never leaving Fiona.
"I....I...don't know what..," she began to stammer again before Francis cut her off.
"Shall I put it like this Fiona, take your fucking clothes off or I'll rip them off you stupid fucking whore, I'm sure Mark never had this problem getting you naked on Friday before he fucked you did he?" he said standing up right in front of Fiona causing her to step back and lean against her desk.
"No.....Mr Mulherne," she said looking up at him pinned against her desk.