New Girl Puts Boss in Place – Story of the Day

Not knowing that the gorgeous intern he chooses to insult and abuse is the company chairman's daughter, a chauvinistic executive gets his comeuppance when she takes carefully calculated revenge.

In the heart of the bustling city, amidst the towering skyscrapers and the ceaseless hum of urban life, a scene of quiet drama unfolded within the confines of a polished boardroom.

Two men, their attire as impeccably tailored as their ambition, sat beside each other, engrossed in a conversation that flowed like the finest wine. Their voices, though hushed, carried an undercurrent of power and prestige, befitting those at the corporate helm of success.

Lars, the elder of the two, was a man of imposing stature, his presence commanding attention like a seasoned general surveying his battlefield. His face bore a hint of ruthlessness, the mark of a man who had climbed the corporate ladder with unwavering resolve, and not without stepping on some heads to get there.

His companion, Erik, possessed a more youthful charm, his eyes sparkling with an untainted idealism that seemed almost out of place in the cutthroat world of wealth management.

Their conversation was interrupted by the vision of a young woman gliding past the communal meeting space. Her name was Cassandra, a recent addition to the company, her presence a refreshing contrast to the staid and somber atmosphere that often pervaded the office.

Dressed in a tailored suit that hugged her curves like a second skin, she exuded an air of confidence and sophistication that belied her tender years.

As she passed, Lars couldn't help but notice her. Her beauty was undeniable, her every step a symphony of grace and elegance. His gaze lingered on her long, slender legs, encased in a skirt that accentuated the curves beneath.

A knowing smile played on Lars's lips, and he exchanged a furtive glance with Erik, who responded with a similar smirk.

"Well, well, well," Lars chuckled with amusement. "What do we have here? It seems we have a new addition to our ranks."

Erik nodded in agreement, his eyes following Cassandra's figure. "Indeed," he replied admiringly. "A very welcome addition, I must say."

Lars's attention remained on Cassandra, who was now seated at a desk nearby. He cleared his throat, the sound carrying across the room. Cassandra looked up, her eyes meeting his with curiosity.

"New girl," Lars called out condescendingly. "I seem to have dropped my pen. Perhaps you could be of assistance?"

Cassandra rose from her chair, her movements graceful and fluid. She approached the man at the table, fixing on Lars's outstretched hand as he deliberately dropped his gold-colored pen. As she bent down to retrieve it, Lars's gaze followed her downward, his eyes lingering lasciviously on her backside.

"Oh, my," he exclaimed with feigned surprise. "It seems that the pen has rolled a bit further away." With a sly smile, Lars used his foot to nudge the pen further under the table, forcing Cassandra to crawl deeply beneath to retrieve it. As she moved, Lars continued his commentary, his words laced with sexual suggestiveness.

"My, my, what a lovely sight," he purred. "I must say, new girl, you have a very fine, um, way of retrieving dropped objects."

Cassandra's face flushed with humiliation, her anger simmering beneath the surface. She retrieved the pen, her grip tightening around it until her knuckles turned white.

"Oh, while you're down there, new girl—" Lars said suggestively, laughing and making an obscene gesture towards Erik, who giggled along sycophantically. Lars couldn't resist making a sound, a low, guttural noise that sent a shiver down Cassandra's spine.

"While I'm down here, what?" Cassandra asked, deciding to play along. "How about I stick it in for you?" And with that, she clicked the point of the pen out, and, in a swift, fluid motion, plunged it into the top of Lars's outstretched foot.

A yelp of pain pierced the air as he recoiled, his face contorted in agony. The other man watched in stunned silence, and all eyes in the room were drawn to the scene.

Cassandra slid out from under the table, raised herself to her full height, and faced her tormentor squarely, handing back his offending writing instrument. Lars staggered to his feet, spluttering in rage.

"What's this attitude, new girl?" Lars roared, his voice trembling with pain. "Assault with a deadly weapon! You're fired! Pack your things and get out of my sight!"

Casandra laughed, "This adds new meaning to the saying the pen is mightier than the sword, doesn't it. But, boss, I'm not going anywhere," she added. "I'm only just getting started. You want to play? Let's play, big man. I like it rough and tough. The fun is just beginning. Let's see if you're man enough for me."

With a coquettish smile, she turned on her high heels and walked out of the room, her head held high. The two men watched her go in shock, but also with grudging admiration.

Lars, his foot throbbing with pain, could only stare in disbelief. He had underestimated the new girl, and now he saw her as a challenge, another conquest to set his predatory sights on.

***

Come lunchtime, many of the company's employees could be found in the cafeteria, which resembled an opulent, high-end restaurant more than a corporate dining hall.

Amidst the gentle hum of conversation, Lars sat across from Albert, the elderly chairman of the board, their plates laden with glistening oysters. The air was touched with the briny scent of the sea, punctuated by the clinking of silverware and the occasional burst of laughter.

Lars, his face flushed with pride and anticipation, listened intently as Albert heaped praise upon him along with the promise of a significant promotion.

"Lars, you've done an exceptional job this quarter," Albert declared, his voice resonating with authority. "Your dedication, your leadership, and your unwavering commitment to the company's success have not gone unnoticed. Our balanced fund has seen a 15% return — that's almost unheard of in our industry!"

Lars's head metaphorically swelled with pride. He had worked like a mercenary, sacrificing his home life and personal comforts to climb the corporate ladder, and now, it seemed, his efforts were about to be rewarded. "Thank you, Albert," he replied. "I'm honored to have your support."

Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of a striking young woman, her presence radiating an air of confidence and sophistication. She approached the table with a graceful stride, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Hello, Dad," she greeted Albert with a warm smile and much affection.

Lars's jaw dropped, his eyes widening in disbelief. The woman standing before him was none other than Cassandra, the new employee who had dared to "defy" his authority.

A wave of shock washed over him. How could this be? Cassandra, the woman he had sighted as a target, was the daughter of the company's chairman, the very man who held his future in his hands.

Albert, oblivious to Lars's inner turmoil, introduced the two. "Lars, this is my daughter, Cassandra," he said with paternal pride. "Cassandra, this is Lars, one of our most valued executives."

Cassandra extended her hand towards Lars, pretending as if they had never met, her smile widening playfully. "Pleasure to meet you, Lars," she said sarcastically. "I've heard so much about you."

Lars, caught off guard by her fake cordiality, could only manage a curt nod in response. His mind raced, trying to process the implications of this surprising revelation.

"Cassandra," Albert cut in, "please join us for lunch. I'd love to catch up on everything that's been happening in your life."

Her eyes sparkling with mischief, Cassandra accepted the invitation with a smile. She slid into the chair beside Lars, her body brushing against his deliberately.

Albert waved a hand, and soon, another dish of delicious oysters arrived at the table. Cassandra tucked into a few with relish, and her teasing demeanor intensified.

She regaled her father with stories of her recent adventures, her voice laced with humor and a touch of exaggeration. Lars, the usually composed and confident executive, found himself squirming under her scrutiny, his face flushing with growing embarrassment, but also certain arousal.

Under the table, Cassandra's foot found its way up and down Lars's leg, her touch sending shivers through his nervous system. She rubbed her foot against his calf, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving his face as she alternated her attention between her father and the man who had sexually abused her not two hours before.

Lars, caught off guard by her bold advances, felt his composure slipping away. He tried to ignore her, focusing on the conversation with Albert, but Cassandra's presence was a constant distraction, her every move a calculated provocation.

Cassandra, sensing Lars's discomfort, turned to him with a mischievous grin. "So, Lars," she began, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "I hear you're quite the boss around here."

Lars stammered a half-hearted reply. "I do my best," he managed to say, with forced confidence.

Cassandra chuckled, her laughter like the tinkling of bells. "I'm sure you do," she said. "After all, you're about to be promoted to company president, aren't you?"

"Lars," Albert interrupted, his voice tinged with concern, "have you given any thought to Cassandra's internship? I believe she would benefit greatly from your guidance."

Lars could only nod in agreement. The prospect of supervising Cassandra filled him with dread, but also anticipation. "Excellent," Albert declared, his face beaming with satisfaction. "I'm confident that Cassandra will learn a great deal from you, Lars. You're a fine example of what it means to be a successful leader."

As the lunch hour drew to a close, Albert excused himself to go to the restroom, saying that his stomach was protesting against the onslaught of oysters. And, with a pat on Lars's shoulder, he wished him a happy birthday, much to Lars's surprise.

A waiter appeared then, bearing a cupcake with a single candle, its flickering flame casting a warm glow on Lars's face. Cassandra's eyes widened in amusement.

"Happy birthday, Lars," she teased. "I hope you enjoy your lonely little cupcake."

Lars, despite his initial discomfort, chuckled at the teasing. He had always been drawn to a rebellious spirit. He realized that Cassandra's presence had turned this extraordinary day — which happened to be his birthday — into an unforgettable experience. She was a force to be reckoned with.

Sucking down an oyster, Cassandra licked the fork she'd used playfully and then dropped it theatrically on the floor. "Oops!" she giggled. "It seems I've dropped my fork, would you be so kind as to retrieve it for me, Mr. President?"

Lars could barely contain his enthusiasm for this apparent pantomime of desire. He was only too willing to comply with the instruction, and he went down on his hands and knees. "Oh, while you're down there—" Cassandra quipped, slightly parting her knees.

Lars groaned with lust as he grappled around on the ground for the dropped fork. Cassandra took delight in kicking it further from his reach, and he skittled under the table in subservient pursuit.

While the man floundered down there like a fish out of water, Cassandra proceeded with a carefully laid plan to take down this prime specimen of toxic masculinity: She reached into her handbag and pulled out a tiny plastic baggie. From it, she slipped a little, diamond-shaped blue pill, and she dropped it ceremoniously into a prize-sized oyster.

While this sordid scene played itself out, the murmur of conversations around the room seemed to be building towards some sort of celebration. In the midst of this, Albert made his way back from the restroom, his face flushed and his steps slightly unsteady.

Seeing her father heading back to the table, Cassandra leaned down towards Lars, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "Quick," she said, "get back up here!"

As Lars scrambled back onto his chair — bumping his head on the underside of the table in the process — Albert took his seat and leaned back with a sigh of relief. "Well," he said, "I'm feeling much better now. Those oysters must have been a bit rich for my stomach."

Cassandra, her smile widening, reached out and placed a hand on Lars's knee. "I've heard that oysters are supposed to be an aphrodisiac," she murmured, her voice laced with a hint of seduction. "Here we go!" she said, and she held the Viagra-laced oyster up to his mouth, and Lars sucked it down without a moment's hesitation.

Albert, curious about this seemingly intimate exchange between his daughter and his star employee, chuckled at Cassandra's remark. "I think I'll pass on any more of those," he said, shaking his head. "My stomach is still protesting. But, Lars, what were you doing down on the floor?"

Lars, burning with embarrassment and arousal, forced a smile and nodded. He had to think quickly to come up with an excuse, as well as divert Albert's attention as a sudden, unexpected erection gripped him forcefully.

"Err, ah, wh—" Lars bumbled, bending over in an agony of arousal.

Cassandra, picking up Lars's discomfort with some satisfaction, offered, "Well, Dad, I dropped my silverware under the table just then. Lars was kind enough to retrieve it for me."

Albert, his eyes widening slightly, said, "Oh, okay," with a hint of disapproval, scrutinizing Lars's sweating, grimacing face. Seemingly satisfied with the explanation, he turned his attention back to his daughter, his suspicions momentarily quelled.

Lars, his body now fully throbbing with an unwelcome erection, let out a groan.

"Well, children," Albert announced, pushing his chair back from the table, "I must be going. I'm not feeling quite up to par right now."

He stood up, his movements slightly unsteady, and reached out to shake Lars's hand. "Happy birthday, and congratulations again on your promotion, Lars," he said, his voice slightly slurred from the wine they had indulged in. "I have no doubt that you'll be a great president of this company."

Lars made to stand up, bent at the waist, trying to hide the evidence of his throbbing member, and he strained out a smile. "Thank you, Albert," he replied, his voice tight with tension. "I won't let you down."

Albert shot Lars a puzzled look. "What the hell's got into you, man? What are you standing like that for?" he asked.

"Er, er," Lars stammered, "I think the oysters are getting to me, too," he ventured.

Albert patted Lars on the shoulder, his touch lingering for a moment. "Okay. By the way, I had my PA leave the promotion contract on your desk for you to sign — do it right away. President of Bayside Capital, how does that sound?" he said.

"Sounds good, sounds good, Albert, thank you, sir," was all Lars could muster in his present condition.

"Better not have any more of those things," Albert said, pointing at the remaining oysters. "You don't look so hot right now."

Lars nodded in agreement, while Albert turned to Cassandra and said with affection: "As for you, my dear Cassie, I'm so proud of the woman you've become. I know you'll do great things. I leave you in the hands of the best man in the business here."

Cassandra, her eyes sparkling with gratitude, stood up and hugged her father tightly. "Thank you, Dad," she said. "I'll try not to be too, um, hard on him," she said with a naughty glance at the man suffering her punishment.

As soon as Albert was out of sight, Cassandra draped herself over Lars, intent on further mischief. "Well, boss," she said, "what are we waiting for?"

Lars stared at her in disbelief. What is she suggesting? he thought.

Cassandra, her smile widening, leaned closer, her breath warm against his cheek. "I thought we could go to your office," she whispered, "and consummate our, ah, attraction. Maybe we could sign that contract right now — I love men in high places; they turn me on."

Lars's thoughts tangled together in a mess of desire, fear, and confusion. He was torn between wanting to give in to her advances and wanting to resist, maintain some semblance of control, and be the dominating force.

The blue pill, the powerful medication that Cassandra had slipped into his oyster, was taking its effect, Lars's body bursting with an uncontrollable urge. He could feel his erection growing harder, pressing against his trousers, threatening to expose itself.

"I think—" he began, his voice catching in his throat, "I think that would be a very bad idea."

Cassandra chuckled at his hesitation. "Oh, come on, Mr President," she teased. "Don't be such a prude. You know you want to."

Lars, his body betraying him, let out a groan. He knew he couldn't resist her any longer. Her words hung in the air, a tantalizing invitation, and he could only nod in agreement.

***

The air was bright with anticipation as Albert stepped into the conference room elsewhere in the building, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight before him. The room was a festive spectacle, adorned with colorful balloons, streamers, and a banner that proclaimed "Happy Birthday, Lars!"

A crowd of Lars's colleagues, their faces beaming with excitement, greeted Albert with a buzz of enthusiasm. They were all dressed in their finest work attire, some sporting colorful, conical, cardboard birthday hats.

In the center of the room, a table sat laden with an assortment of delectable treats, from platters of savory canapes to a tower of champagne flutes reading for flooding.

A middle-aged woman, her face radiating warmth and kindness, emerged from the adjacent kitchen carrying a huge cake punctuated with no less than 50 candles.

"Beth!" Albert exclaimed in surprise and delight. "I didn't expect to see you here."

Beth — Lars's wife — smiled radiantly. "I wouldn't miss my husband's surprise birthday party for the world," she declared.

Albert chuckled. He had grown very fond of this lovely woman over the years of many shared social engagements. Beth had always been a long-suffering pillar of support for Lars, a constant source of strength and unwavering love.

"I must admit," Albert confessed with some amusement, "I had to feign illness to escape from the cafeteria and join you all here. I couldn't bear to miss out on the fun. He's still there with Cassandra, but I'm sure we can think of a way to lure him over here when we're ready."

Beth laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, Albert, you're a sly one," she teased. "I'm glad you could be here."

Albert exchanged knowing glances with the other co-workers, their faces alight with conspiratorial smiles. The plan was in motion, and they were all eager to see the look on Lars's face when he walked into the room.

"I've just tried calling Lars, in fact," Beth informed Albert, slightly concerned. "But there was no answer."

"Don't worry," Albert reassured her, his voice calm and confident. "I'll call him again and tell him to come to the conference room immediately. He won't suspect a thing."

With a flick of his wrist, Albert pulled out his phone and dialed Lars's number. The phone rang unanswered, but Albert was undeterred. He tried again, and again, and again. There was no answer.

***

In Lars's ample office, the air was heady with desire and anticipation. The muffled sounds of the bustling city outside seemed worlds away as Cassandra led her new boss by the neck-tie into the room.

The room was a canvas of shadows, and the soft hum of the air conditioner provided a rhythmic backdrop to the "love" scene unfolding.

Cassandra pressed Lars into his plush leather chair as a flush of excitement coursed through his veins. Cassandra's touch was both tender and demanding as she ran her hands over his chest.

His breath hitched, and the atmosphere became charged with a magnetic energy that drew them closer. He was a man accustomed to control, but at this moment, control slipped through his fingers like sand.

"Relax," Cassandra whispered, "I'll be the boss right now."

Pleasure coursed through Lars's every nerve as Cassandra straddled him on the chair. Her movements were a dance, deliberate and enticing. The boundaries between authority and submission blurred, and Lars found himself willingly caught in the seductive web Cassandra was weaving.

"Is this how you imagined it would be, Lars?" she teased, her voice a sultry melody in the confined space. "The tables turned, the boss at the mercy of his intern?"

Lars, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire, nodded enthusiastically. "More than I could've imagined," he admitted, his voice husky with anticipation.

As their intimacy deepened, Lars's phone rang again, an annoying pop of the passionate bubble they had blown together. Lars glanced at the caller ID: "The Boss" flashing loud and clear on the phone screen.

Lars muttered in frustration. "Damn it, Cassandra, I should probably answer. It might be important," he said.

Cassandra, straddling Lars, rolled her eyes. "Ignore it," she urged, her fingers tracing tantalizing patterns along Lars's chest. "He's likely calling to remind you to sign that promotion contract. But we've got more important things to attend to."

The phone continued its insistent ringing, distracting Lars from the matter at hand — literally — and tearing him between the demands of his professional life and the irresistible pull of the woman before him.

With a sigh, Lars reached for his phone, swiping the answer icon. "What is it, boss?" he barked unintentionally.

Albert's voice, distorted by the phone's speaker, came through. "Lars, where are you? I need you to come to the conference room immediately."

Lars's eyes widened nervously. "Conference room? What for?" he stammered, attempting to sound nonchalant.

Cassandra, sensing Lars's unease, leaned in and nibbled at his earlobe. "Tell him you're busy," she whispered. "He'll understand."

Albert's voice persisted, undeterred. "It's about the promotion contract. I need you to sign it right away and bring it here," he said.

Cassandra, feigning innocence, pulled away from Lars and looked surprised. As he hung up the call, she said, "Oh, okay, maybe you should go, after all. It sounds important. But first, lover boy, let's finish up here. I don't think this will take long, seeing how wound up you are. Excuse the pun!"

Cassandra took the opportunity to intensify the seduction. She retrieved Lars's tie from the floor and moved behind him.

"Since we're in a hurry," she said, her voice a sultry whisper, "let's make this more interesting."

Cassandra blindfolded Lars with his own tie, the silky fabric tightening around his eyes. Darkness enveloped him, heightening his other senses. The air crackled with an electrifying tension as Cassandra circled him like a predator closing in on its prey.

"Can you feel it, Lars?" she teased, her fingers dancing lightly across exposed skin. "The thrill of the unknown."

Lars, blindfolded and bound by desire, could only nod in response. His world had narrowed to the sensations Cassandra evoked – the soft caress of her fingers, the warmth of her breath, the subtle scent of her perfume.

Cassandra, her voice a soft purr, said, "You know what, Lars? Maybe it's important that you sign that document right away. I'll take it to my father, and then I'll come right back to you."

She left Lars's lap momentarily, her heels clicking on the office floor. The sound faded, and Lars was left in a state of anticipation, the blindfold heightening the suspense. He felt nervous but exhilarated, unsure of what Cassandra had in store for him.

When Cassandra returned, the click of her heels was accompanied by the rustle of paper. She placed a clipboard on Lars's lap, the document she'd written and printed earlier in the day neatly clipped to the board.

"Sign it," she commanded, her tone playful yet demanding. "Here," she added, picking up the gold pen on the desk — the instrument that Lars had used to instigate his downfall — and handed it to him.

Lars, still blindfolded, fumbled for the pen in Cassandra's hand. The familiar heft of the metal satisfied him, and he signed the document briskly, sight unseen, sealing his fate.

Cassandra, satisfied with her triumph, leaned in close. "There we go," she said, her voice a sultry whisper. "Now, let's get back to where we left off."

As she resumed her intimate exploration, Lars felt the fabric of his shirt being tugged. Cassandra skillfully tore the shirt off Lars's torso and used it to bind his wrists together behind him to the chair, turning the office into a clandestine playground.

"How does that feel?" Cassandra teased; her laughter a melodic accompaniment to the symphony of desire. "I told you I like it rough. Are you ready for the ride of your life, big boy?"

"Oh, yes," Lars breathed, "Yes, yes, yes! Give it to me, new girl! Give it to me!"

With that, Cassandra slowly unbuckled Lars's belt, tugged down the fly of his trousers, and yanked them down around his ankles.

"Oooh, oh, my god!" Lars groaned, bound and blindfolded, and blissfully surrendering to Cassandra's sensual orchestration. The pulsating tension in the room reached its zenith, and he found himself entangled in a dance of pleasure and vulnerability.

The wheels of the chair squeaked as Cassandra, a triumphant grin on her face, guided Lars's bound body out through his office door and down the hallway.

"What are you doing?" the man stammered under his breath, aware that they were on the move and not wanting to attract any undue attention. "What the hell are you doing? Where are you taking me? Push me back right now!" he went on, more loudly now and with some insistence.

The corridor seemed to stretch endlessly as Lars, tied and exposed, protested vehemently. His pleas fell on deaf ears as Cassandra pushed him into the conference room, where his unsuspecting co-workers were gathered for what they had expected to be a surprise birthday celebration.

The room fell silent as Cassandra made her grand entrance, pushing the hapless Lars ahead of her. Albert and Beth, their faces a mixture of shock and confusion, were caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events.

Beth, ever the quick thinker, rushed forward in horror and grabbed a party hat from the table, placing it strategically over Lars's exposed phallus.

Gasps and guffaws rippled through the room as the co-workers took in the bizarre spectacle. Lars, still tied to the chair, felt a hot flush of embarrassment spreading across his face. Cassandra, reveling in the chaos she had created, untied the blindfold, revealing Lars's mortified expression.

"What the hell is going on here?" Albert demanded to know.

Cassandra, holding the signed document like a triumphant prize, stepped forward. "I believe Lars has something to share with you, Dad, and indeed, us all."

Lars, stuttering and flustered, tried to explain himself, but the words caught in his throat. The room seemed to close in around him as he struggled to comprehend the magnitude of his downfall.

Cassandra handed the document to Albert, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Read it," she urged, her tone laced with triumph.

Albert, brows furrowed, scanned the contents of the document. "A letter of resignation?" he exclaimed, disbelief coloring his words. "And a confession of humiliating and sexually abusing my daughter? What do you have to say for yourself, Lars?"

Lars, panic in his eyes, attempted to defend himself. "No, Albert, I—"

Cassandra interrupted, her voice cutting through the tumult. "Read it out, I believe Lars has a lot to answer for."

Albert read the contents of the document out loud. "I, Lars R— hereby tender my resignation from Bayside Capital with immediate effect. Earlier today, I humiliated and sexually abused a female employee of this company. I am not fit to hold office in this organization, certainly not as its president, and I am willing to face criminal charges for my actions."

Cassandra, the master of ceremonies, held the floor, as, one after the other, women in the room began to step forward. Their voices carried a unified chorus of accusations, each detailing a different instance of Lars's inappropriate behavior and sexual misconduct.

The revelations left everyone in stunned silence, grappling with the unraveling reality before them.

Beth, her eyes wide with disbelief, turned to Lars. "Is this true?" she demanded, her voice trembling with anger and hurt.

Lars, cornered and exposed, could only stammer incoherently, and the room seemed to tilt on its axis for him.

Albert, his trust shattered, turned to the women who had come forward. "I believe you," he declared, his voice resolute. "Lars, you're fired."

Lars's protests were drowned out by the collective condemnation of those he had wronged. The women, empowered by the moment, suggested a fitting punishment for Lars – public humiliation.

Fueled by a sense of justice, everyone in the room rallied around the idea.

Still tied to the chair, birthday hat protruding over his privates for all to see, Lars found himself pushed outside the company gates into the harsh daylight.

While his former co-workers retired to indulge in the champagne and snacks in the conference room, the door to the building closed behind them, leaving Lars to suffer the retribution of those whom he had once considered his playthings.

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