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sapphossparenoterbook · 3 days ago

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Do you really want to be my secretary? Pt 2

Secretary (2002) AU

MrGrey!Lottie Matthews x Lee Holloway!Reader

Reader is recently qualified and looking for a job! She finds one in the form of a secretary at Ms Charlotte Matthews’ law office. Things escalate from there… (follows the plot of Secretary AU, except I’ve removed Lee’s history of SH for what I feel are obvious reasons.)

TW: Spanking, Sub Dom relationships, power imbalance, dubcon? (slightly), jealousy!

A/N: Shauna comes in in this episode, I promise she won’t stay and fuck things up for long! In the movie, the main character has a boyfriend and it drives a major plot point quite a bit so as much as I was annoyed by him in the movie I had to worm someone in here.

P.S: I’ve once again changed some of what happens! Won’t say, it only really matters if you’ve watched the movie before anyway

Your new found confidence has found you a partner of sorts. She’s a girl from high school that was always just as weird as you, but she’s recently had a bit of a glow up and… she’s not Lottie, but you can’t think about your boss like that anyway. Right…? Despite the strange BDSM-y relationship budding between you two? That’s silly. It’s not like anything actually romantic happens between you and your boss. Sometimes you’d like it to be, sometimes you think that there are going to be… but it never seems to end up how you want it to. Isn’t that the point? This whole thing is on her terms, after all… Anyway. Her name is Shauna, her hair is the same colour as Lottie’s however it has a different texture. She seems to be very dead set on marriage. Particularly on marrying soon. You’re mainly just going on these dates with her because it makes your mother happy, according to Shauna, it makes her own mother very happy too. You’re not sure how you feel about that one, but it’s mainly negative.

Of course, the spanking hasn’t stopped, but you don’t want it to stop. Other things have started too. On days where you and Ms Matthews are the only people in the office, she makes you crawl on your hands and knees from your desk in the waiting room through to her office with her files and letters in your mouth like a dog carrying a bone.

“Awww, is that for me?”

Sometimes, you have to sit on your knees behind her desk as she proofreads them, with her hand in your hair petting you, mocking you for the slight dampness on some of the paper or any lipstick smudges. It was hot, you enjoyed it, probably more than you should let on. But for a split second when she looks at you, kneeling next to her behind her desk, there’s a ghost of a smile on her lips and the slight hint of something more than just desire in her gaze.

If this keeps up, you’re gonna have to tell Shauna to back off.

Or, the times when you sit next to her while you jot down notes on what she needs you to do that day, down to every specific detail. all while feeding you a mint or a vitamin gummy (or anything, actually, as long as she’s the one feeding you, you’ll eat it) out of her palm.

“I want you to replace the lightbulb in the hallway to my office. 120 watts.”

You’re on a date with Shauna again. Well, if it counts as a date? You weren’t too sure, really. She works at a laundromat temporarily while applying for jobs at more of a ‘graduate-from-Brown’ level, and she often asks you to show up while she’s working overtime to hang out with her. For some strange reason, this very specific laundromat actually also serves food. So you often end up eating there with her and breaking your promises to Lottie to eat what she asks of you. You often regret it, laundromat food isn’t common and definitely isn’t good for you, if the puke in your toilet has anything to say about!

Despite that, it’s all just fun and games, with Shauna sometimes asking what your views on marriage are and you very adamantly telling her that you couldn’t care less if gay marriage was legalised, you simply don’t want to.

The whole idea of it seems… boring, and normal. And that’s not what you are. That’s not what you hope Shauna is, either, but her recurring mention of marriage is admittedly beginning to worry you.

In the midst of a laugh, you turn your head towards the pick-up desk, and for a split second you swear you can see black hair and an olive complexion ducking away out of sight. You know what? Let’s not think about that too much, this laundromat is weird enough already…

It’s been weeks. What the fuck?! She won’t even look at you unless it’s perfectly professional. She hasn’t touched you, or even yelled at you, for weeks. You keep walking home the way she always told you, you keep eating the food she told you to eat—the stuff you liked, anyway— but no amount of typos or gross coffees will get her to look at you the same way. Doesn’t she know that you need her?!

“Can you look over the files on Mr Garvey’s case, and bring them to me when you’re done?” You hear from the hall behind you. Her tone is sweet, her voice light. None of the harsh or mocking phonology that she knows turns you on.

“Of course, Ms Matthews…” you say back, stopping yourself from using the nickname she used to insist upon. You watch as the lips that you long for dip into a frown before forcing themselves into a neutral position and then she hurries back to her office with an awkward pause and a clench of her hands. Admittedly, you unabashedly watch as she goes, at her but also at her hands. The hands that opened your eyes to what you really need in people, to what you need in lovers and what you don’t get in Shauna. Of course, you’ve searched for worthy alternatives. The brush in your bathroom doesn’t work, it’s cold and doesn’t feel like a hand. Even if it did work for you, you aren’t comfortable relaxing in to it at home with your mother around. For obvious reasons.

The second alternative you tried was at Shauna’s house. You were making out—badly, she’s a terrible kisser— and every time you’d place her hands on your ass she’d always drag them up to your waist. At one point, you even stuck your ass up in the air for her, skirt still on and she just assumed you wanted sex. No, that doesn’t work one bit. But if Lottie keeps ignoring you like this, and you don’t find anyone else willing to do it… well, you might just go a bit insane.

So you think up a plan.

A letter. Clearly from you, considering the handwriting on the envelope. Addressed to one ‘Charlotte Matthews’, sat in the centre of the aforementioned woman’s desk. Lottie stared down at it, hands twitching and mind racing as she wondered what it contained.

A slew of insults, calling her a freak of nature? A HR complaint, claiming she never enjoyed any second of it, so that she can go on to tell her new… girlfriend (Lottie attempts to ignore the funny taste in her mouth at thinking about that) that it was ‘never like that!’? Or maybe… and Lottie doesn’t allow herself to entertain the thought for long… maybe it’s a letter confessing her love and affection, despite being just a secretary? But, no, she’s not just a secretary, and she knows that. Would the girl even know that Lottie had seen her at the laundromat with that other woman? Had she seen her, dipping under the pick up desk and hoping she hadn’t been seen?

She wasn’t stalking or anything, coincidentally it’s the only laundromat along her drive home from the office, so she used to go there atleast twice a week to get her suits cleaned. Not anymore though, not since she saw that ditsy brunette girl holding her hand as she ate some disgusting looking spaghetti.

She opens the letter, and she unfolds the piece of paper inside the envelope with bated breath, fretting over the contents. Just for a worm, dead and pale from either pallor mortis or simply just rot from the inside out to drop onto her freshly cleaned suit trousers (from a different laundromat, thank you very much!). At first, her mind floods with rage, and then… arousal. She’s really that desperate after only a few weeks that she’s going to brat out this much? Can’t she just get her stupid little laundromat girlfriend to do it? But then, a flood of arousal inevitably sets in. So her cute little secretary wants to be a needy brat? For a punishment of all things? Well, that can definitely be arranged.

She grabs the worm with shaking hands and places it back on the table, and then she reaches into her drawer and grabs a red pen that she frequently uses to highlight the typos in the letters you write—she has many, and while she hasn’t given you any reactions, she still highlights your work as it’s a habit she can’t seem to shake—then, she calls for you through the intercom.

“Miss L/N?” She speaks into the intercom, her voice and tone no longer sweet, back to that authoritative bitterness that makes you shiver in your chair.

“Ms Matthews…?” You reply, purposefully trying to sound innocent in this just to aggravate her further.

“Come into my office. Immediately.”

“But ma’am… there’s a client waiting here.” You reply, trying to just be annoyingly bratty now. She deserves this. She’s the one who left you alone for weeks.

“I said come into my office.”

As you walk in, you immediately walk to her desk and bend over like you had thousands of times before. Your heart was pounding like those first few times, but out of excitement and familiarity rather than that innocent sense of naivety that chased you around whenever you went into Lottie’s office the first few weeks of working there.

You don’t look up, but you feel the scraping of a chair as she drags it from one part of her office to right in front of where you stood, and then a little sigh she lets out as she sits in it, seemingly relaxing. This is different to the other times… she’s going to do something different… is she going to make you wait here until you speak up? Is she waiting until you let your guard down?

The doorbell goes. “Ignore it.”

“Now pull up your skirt” That’s definitely different. You don’t know how to feel about it. Sex with Shauna has overall been quite horrible. You refuse to take your clothes off, and the lights are always off when you do it because you are never comfortable enough. But this is Lottie, your whole strange relationship is built with trust, and you do trust her. How could you not?

“…why?”

“You’re not worried I’m going to fuck you, are you? I’m not interested in that, not in the least. Now pull up your skirt.”

Then, to your shock and distaste, you hear Shauna’s voice outside of the office, and her steps coming towards the office. “Y/N? Y/N!”You look up at Lottie from over your shoulder, finally daring to. She’s staring down at your face already, with a serious expression on her own. As if she knows who Shauna is… as if this has quickly become a test of who you’ll choose. “I said pull up your skirt.”. Obviously, you’ll always choose Lottie, without question, Shauna is just… the strange girl you used to have a crush on whose parents are trying to set you up.

“Shauna? I’m not gonna be able to come to the laundromat with you today. Okay?” You shout through the door.

“Uh, yeah! Okay! That’s… fine!” You hear, an over enthusiastic tone, clearly a lie. Then, as you hear her steps fade away, you slowly lean back down onto the desk. And then, with your heart skipping a few beats, you pull your skirt up so that it bunches up around your hips.

“Pull down your pantyhose and underwear.” There’s a pause, and she definitely sees the slightly worried expression on your face through the discreet mirrors on the wall you’re facing, because then she says: “I told you, I’m not going to fuck you.” With her tone, you aren’t 100% sure if she’s assuring you or if she’s just saying it to try and coerce you, but with her track record, it does align with her strange way of looking after you. so you’ll take a guess and say she’s trying to comfort you without slipping out of this persona she’s playing.

Once you take a deep breath, you do as you’re told and pull down your underwear and pantyhose. Lottie lets out a deep breath behind you, as if hiding a moan with it. You hear a buzz noise from behind you, and you focus in on it, knowing what it is instantly. A part of you hopes that she uses it on you, but when you hear moans and grunts coming from behind you the tips of your ears go red and you attempt to sneak a good look through the small slits of mirrors at your eye level parallel to you.

When she’s done, she wipes her fingers onto the hem of your bunches up skirt, and quickly moves around the desk back to her actual chair zipping up her trousers as she goes. She’s clearly quite flustered, and gives you another list of tasks to complete over the rest of the day.

Instead, you make a bee line for the nearest bathroom. To deal with what Lottie was either too scared to, or made a point to ignore despite her stares because she thought it was a boundary you didn’t want crossed.

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