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Subject: {ASSM} Undercover Humiliation  part 4 (first half)
Date: Sun, 29 Sep 2002 20:10:05 -0400
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Undercover Humiliation  (4/11)
 (f/f,humil,Minld Nc, Mc?)
By cowgirl

Two female reporters go undercover to understand young secretaries
lurid behavior toward older female excutives they work for.

_______



Kate and I had spent our first morning at Noricom as
Kate grumblingly played along as my secretary. Bunny
arranged it so I'd work in the Noricom office as
something we called a 'Personnel Evaluation Manager'.
Basically, I got to go around and interview people and
evaluate different policies.

On the other hand, Kate would stay at the newspaper
and pretend to be working out of our company's "main
office". This way Kate could write up my notes and
tapes, and drop in on the other secretaries on this
floor, like Tyler McCoy and the somewhat shyer April
Peterson.

Kate showed me how she'd snuck in secretly the
night before and started taping everything the two
secretaries gossiped about that morning. I could tell
Kate hated not publicly being my 'equal', even in
this 'undercover' situation, but she put on a brave
face and I made sure not to call her 'Katie' in front
of the other 'steno girls'.

Kate was in my office when Bunny walked in.

"So, you two ready for some introductions around
here?" Bunny chirped.

"Jennifer, you're not wearing your Noricom Blazer and
business skirt, are you?"

"No Bernice, I'm not. And I'm not GOING too. " I said
firmly. "It is my job to evaluate policies and I'm
starting with that policy."  "But Jennifer, what if
Miss Price sees you -- " Bunny squeaked.

"No ones ever sees this Miss Price anyhow, right?
She's just a mysterious 'memo queen' who litters
everyone with emails, correct? She'll never know.

"Don't cross her Jen. Miss Price has eyes and ears
everywhere ." Bunny warned.

"Ohhh, scary!  Listen -- Hey, why don't  the
secretaries have to wear something? " I smirked at
Kate, who glared back.  Bunny interrupted.

"Jen, it's an honourr for senior excutives to wear the
Noricom blazer and skirt colors. Please?" Bunny
whinned.

"Jen, maybe you'd better. We don't wanna raise
suspicions..." Kate added.

"Forget it Bernice -- I don't DO 'uniforms' and other
corpoerate lablels, so I guess you're stuck with a
not-so-bimboish executive for a while."

I turned around, showing off my outfit. I wore dress
slacks, professional yet comfortable shoes, a nice
blouse. There was nothing at all unprofessional about
me. Besides, I didn't stoop to wearing  tight
bright outfits when I was a reporter, and I sure
wasn't going to start now.

"This outfit is very professional. I'm sure I'll blend
in just fine."

"I'll just take it along, in case you change." Bunny
trailed off as she folded the god-awful pink jacket
over her arm and carried it along as we both politely
got up and followed the older woman into the hall,
images of her dolled up as a bunny rabbit still fresh
in our minds.

We paused  outside Tyler's and  April's and work stations.
Kate and I exchanged a surreal look. Three normal
looking women. Two secretaries, one excutive. Except
we'd already met Tyler at Doris' house, where we'd
listened to her accost some poor woman on the phone,
then the next day met her boss Bernice decked out as a
bunny and fucking carrots in her spare time.

Perfectly normal. Yeah, sure. And NO ONE was talking
about it. God knows what was up with this April
Peterson girl, or her boss Suzanne Green.

"Miss Corbitt, I'll introduce you to our other main
executive on this floor, Suzanne Green in a moment.
Kate, I take it you've meet April and Tyler this
morning?"

"Yes ma'am. Hi girls." Kate managed with a false
smile.

"Hello Kate." April Peterson said, her face lighting
up with a genuine smile.

" ....Katie is it? Haven't we *met* before? " Tyler
smirked. Kate and I exchanged a nervous look. Shit--
we both remembered blurting out we were reporters at
our first meting with Tyler. Bunny knew, but would she
squeal before April?

I remember yesterday Kate asked me to 'persuade' Bunny
(with a few more carrots), to convince Tyler how we
'lied' about being reporters, and that we really were
'Private Personnel Consultants'.  Yeah, right! Bunny
was clearly just a joke to Tyler and there's no way
Tyler'd believe 'Bunny Cam Girl' now.

Tyler *had* us, if she wanted.

But so far Tyler wasn't blowing the whistle, minus
little digs like this. Just letting us *know* she
knows, I suppose. Maybe that's enough. Enough of a
thrill. Enough until we solve this mystery.

"Yeah you did meet Katie, just this morning, remember
Tyler?" April said, as Tyler sighed at her
friend for not catching her dig.

"Actually, my name's Kate. And it's okay April, I
realize your pal here Tyler's got a lot on her mind
and probably will be working real late with all this
filing?" Kate smirked at Tyler's pile as she drummed
her finger nails across the large stack of papers.

Tyler shot Kate a dirty pout, then turned to her boss
Miss Vallens. "Miss Vallens, I've got a date
tonight. Can I leave most of this stuff with Kate or
April?

"Tyler, this is silly. Call me...er....'Bunny', please..."
Bernice said without much enthusiasm. She clearly
hated reminding Tyler, who obviously relished the
ritual of making her boss ask.

Kate got a paincked look as April chimed in.
"Hey, I'd help, but I gotta pick up my husband from work. I'd
like to help you out Tyler, really..." April shrugged
guiltily.

"That's okay, -- well....guess that leaves YOU Katie,
doesn't it? Miss Corbitt, do you or Miss Vallens...?"
"No more 'Miss Vallens' -- 'Bunny', please...." Bernice
whined as Tyler went on.

"...you two don't mind too much if I break Katie in a
bit by finishing my filing tonight, do you?" Tyler
smirked as Bunny weakly nodded her approval.

Kate shot me a panicked look, then saved most of her
glare for Tyler. I whispered privately to her 'Steady
girl' , as I grabbed her arm with a pat.

"Sorry Tyler, Kate's mine tonight! Guess it's 'bye
bye' clubs, right Bunny?" Before Tyler could protest,
I quickly rushed us down the hall.

Bunny smiled weakly as she winced back at her
secretary.

"Oh my. Tyler won't be pleased Miss Corbitt." Bunny
sniffed.

"Sorry Bunns, but Kate's *my* territory, got it?"
"Yes ma'am, got it." Bunny replied obediently, even
though she didn't have too, since we were clearly
both excutives.

"Territory?" Kate mouthed with a slightly miffed pout.

"sssshhhh, do you want to do all the filing?." I
whispered in her ear.

"Miss Corbitt -- We really shouldn't test Tyler, seeing
as she knows our little secret?. And ah-she'll take it
out on me?" Bunny asked in fear as she clicked sexily
along in front of us.

"Sure, why not. Your secretary's a wimp. Think about
it. Likes to push people 'second hand'. Through the
phone, or through web cams! If she was gonna blow our
'secret' she would have by now, right?" I bragged with
a smile.

"Jen, that's pretty..." Kate said as I whispered into
her ear:

" Look -- sure Tyler's gonna be pissed and will take
it out on our older Personnel Director. So what.
They'll work it out privately somehow. Hey, obviously
'Bunny' doesn't mind, or she would'nt have greeted us
in her little 'playboy uniform' now, would she?" I
giggled with Kate.

What I didn't tell Kate was how I was was
baiting Tyler into possibly blackmailing us, which we'd
catch on tape -- plus use whatever juicy 'Bunny'
details Tyler stupidly spilled for the story to April.
But Tyler just hung with April like a coward,
whispering about us from a distance. If she did blow
our cover to April, we'd find out today since Kate had
this morning's tape in her pocket.

Bunny then paused at the next office, knocking on the
door. A voice called her in.

"Now, this is Suzanne, er....Mrs. Green..."

"For Pete's sake Bernice, I've been your friend for
five years - it's  'Suzanne' to my friends, and that
includes you - Jenny is it?" Miss Green raised her
hand which I shook.

"Jennifer's fine. And this is my 'girl' Kate." I
smiled, shooting Kate a teasing smile at the 'girl'
crack. She rolled her eyes and put out her hand to
Suzanne Green, who dismissively ignored it.

"Well, Jennifer. Nice to have you aboard. Bernice
speaks very highly of you. Haven't heard your name
much in the business though myself."

"Were new. To evaluation, that is." Kate blurted out,
catching herself, and her new status. It was a little
weird, as my assistant, to have her always jumping in.

"What Kate means is, we're mostly a surprise on the
east coast still, that's all. " I corrected with a
laugh.

"Well, we could use a good 'spy'!" Suzanne forced a
laugh, then added: "Bernice..." Suzane turned to Miss
Vallens, who shot her a reminding look, as Suzanne
corrected herself,

"...Excuse me, ...uh....'Bunny' here, brought you in, so
that speaks for itself, right? At least you're a
grown woman. These girls in their twenties, like my
secretary April. -- they're totally clueless, aren't
they Bunny?"

"Clueless." Bunny repeated sheepishly.

"See? That's why I drive them mercilessly! These little
skinny butted bimbos April's age, no mud on their
boots. They never trudged their way through the
sexism, corporate glass ceilings, or professional
humiliations we had to. The whole steno pool
embarrass themselves whenever they *dare* bitch about
equal rights, let alone equal pay, the stuff our
generation fought for, right Jennifer?  Here, watch
this --"

"Oh jeez..." Bunny whispered to us.

Suzanne barked for April to scurry into her office,
which she did, standing in the door as we all sat,
watching her.

"April honey, can you do us a favor and explain who
Germaine Greer is to the group?"

"Huh? Gemaine...?"

"Not even in high school? April, It's no secret a
receptionist is an entry level job, but you did manage
to keep your legs together in high school long enough
to learn something, didn't you?"

"No Miss, I mean, yes ma'am. what was the question?"

"Suzanne, these are a bit before her time, aren't
they?" I croaked at the frazzled April who stood
before us in panic, not understanding what was
expected of her, if anything!

"Weeellllll....How about Simone de Beauvoir? Hell, even
Betty Friedan for God's sake?" Suzanne demanded of the
quivering girl.

"Nope. uh....Sorry Miss Green. Look, I'm not much into
authors or fiction. I'm more of a movie gal myself -- "
April said, realizing she was just being chastised, but
still quite intimidated.

"These are non -- fiction, kiddo. But, I supose you
were still sucking your thumb about then, eh?" Suzanne
tried to get us to laugh along, but no one was
laughing.

"Okay April, sine you're being such a fucking baby and
embarrassment to me, get that thumb into your mouth,
You heard me, suck your own thumb.... until..." Suzanne
glanced at me, "....Jennifer tells you to stop." She smiled. I froze,
unable to speak. Eyes darted from her to me, but I
somehow wouldn't say a word. I guess I wanted to see
if she would. I could always stop it in a second,
right?

The room went quiet as April looked at us, mortified by
both by her boss's request, and my silence, then with shaking
hand, slid her thumb into her mouth before us all.

Sucking it. It was hard not to find it an
erotic sight, as we exchanged a stunned silence and
Suzanne Green a smug smile.

The embarrassed secretary just burned her gaze into
the ground, as her cheeks became enflamed with shame and
anger, finally realizing she was just supposed to
stand there and *take* it.

Or, suck it, as the case may be.

"Jesus girl - did you not even pick up a copy of
Backlash? How about fucking Gloria Steinem?" Suzanne
admonished,

Then April's face brightened proudly, as she  managed
to work her thumb to the side of her cheek, excitedly
saying:

"Oh, I heard of her.  I once saw her name on some
magazine that stuck to my butt in the gym!" April
said stupidly, before her eyes darted around the room
in shame. April realized her stupid answer, and
resumed what she did best ,

and slurped away.

"I rest my case." Suzanne Green winked at us. Kate
watched in silence, but looked as aroused as I did.

"Okay, she can stop."  I managed aloud, getting too
worked up for it to go anywhere in public.

"Uh...'kay. ...erm....was that all Miss Green?" April asked,
her thumb finally free.

No April, I'd like you to either *apologize* to our
guests for your stunning ignorance and stupidity..."

"Really Mrs Green, is this necessary?" I snapped. "How can
the poor thing apologise for what she doesn't even know?"

"Okay April, tells us dear, what  *do* you know?
Something simple perhaps? How about the lyrics to that
old Helen Ready song, 'I am woman'. Surely you've
heard it, even you. Sing me the first verse of ' I am
woman' ....and you may go..."

"Jesus Mrs Green..." I sneered, but getting aroused at the
cornered girl, and wondering when she'd snap and burst
into tears.

" I can sing it Miss Green --" Bunny desperately
tried, but Suzanne waved her to pause.

"No, April needs to. Do it, -- NOW. Were *waiting*
April..."

Suzanne sat back, arms folded in her pink, pinching
blazer as the poor suffering girl struggled through
the songs words in a panic from the pure humiliation
of us all watching. April took a breath.

"...urm...I am woman....something...wait - hear me roar? Is
that it?" April looked to me and Kate for help, but we
just sat there, watching her like the sadistic sickos we
were, the room permeated with intoxicating shame and
humiliation.

" Something else....Oh...uh....I am strong, what is it?"

Suddenly a woman's voice came up behind April, singing
in a pleasant confident tone...

"I am woman hear me roar, in numbers too big to
Ignore, and I know too much to go back and..." came
Tyler's voice as she took the moment of confusion to
snatch the now crying April away and down the hallway.

"...pretend." Finished Suzanne quietly. "Sorry for that
display, but April only responds to a strong hand.
You'd be advised to try the same with Tyler, Bunny..."
Suzanne sighed with a frown to Bunny as she stood up,
her body language telling us this part was over.

"Yes Mrs Green...er...Suzanne." Bunny whispered.

"So, to finish up, Miss Corbitt here's been hired to
whip our lazy butts into shape, via personal
evaluations, huh?" Suzanne asked Bunny, yet glared
defiantly at me.

"Suzanne, believe me, I'm not here to judge anyone..." I
said a little intimidated by Suzanne Green's arms folded across her
chest as she continued standing.

"Judge? Don't worry -- I thrive on threats! And if
Miss Price is behind it, I'm for it too! It'll help us all. If I can
be of any help, just say the word...Now, I'd better get
back to all these faxes. April? Where is that stupid
fucking girl-- "
Mrs. Green said with a forced smile as we walked out.

Out in the hall, Bernice quietly whispered: "Suzanne
and I were once very close..."

"...once?" Kate asked as we quietly whispered down the
hall.

" Well, what with Tyler and me, well....I don't think
Suzanne *knows* the full details, but I'm sure she's
heard the noises'. Embarrassing really, . I can't help
myself. It's the damned thumping when she . . . oh God
. . . 'rides' me
. Suzanne's office is *right* next door to mine! She's
also something of a..." Bunny silently mouthed the next
word distastefully:

"... feminist..."

Then Bunny returned to speaking quietly, "...despite
being a real sweetie, mother of two and everything!"

"Gee, I hadn't noticed." Kate cracked me a wink.

"And the April stuff...Suzanne didn't mean it. She's
insecure, that's all. I noticed Suzanne and April go
to the same Gym. It must be hard on such a
distinguished woman of Suzanne Green's background
to watch all these prissy skinny little women like
April parading around!

"So that 'sick display' we saw is 'payback' for April
daring to keep herself in shape?" Kate blanched. Bunny
jumped in:

"Suzanne's has a tender side. She hides it well,
that's all. She'd never let April, or anyone see her
vulnerable side. She'd DIE first.

Bunny continued: "Suzanne's secret is, she's terrified of
others judging her weight! And so stern and
competitive, like I used to be! Luckily Suzanne'll
never wind up like me. She's one tough cookie, hardest
on herself really, especially her fear of being
'f-a-t'. She a gym addict, for all the good it does,
though April and I would never DARE say it to her
face. I also think April respects Mrs. Green for being
hard on her, unlike Tyler and I."

"So you doubt any outside drug could be affecting you
and Tyler?"

"Drug? Don't be silly! " Bunny trailed off.

"I see Suzanne wears those same snug little 'real
estate' jackets as you." I smirked eyeing Bunny's
pinching uniform, as she proudly threw her shoulders
back and Kate and I had to keep from busting up.

"I told you It's Noricom's standard dress code. All
female executives on this floor *should* wear them.
Mandatory. Miss Jessica Price loves 'her girls' to
look their best. Well, if they only made them a couple
more sizes...well...." Bunny voice trailed off as she
tried to button her little blazer which was a wee bit
too small to achieve its dubious goal.

"...Well...even if Suzanne is only a 'few pounds'
overweight, she's still makes up for it with her bull
dyke cruelty with her cute little uniforms, right?" I
cruelly joked as Kate winced at my words.

I couldn't help it. I wanted to see Suzanne Green go
down. Not because of her weight, or her humiliating
April, or her stupid little blazer. I wanted to see
her go down  because  the more angry and nazi like
she was acted, the more aroused I was getting!

Bunny beamed back at us as I smiled placidly over at
her, loathing the insipid little blazers on Bunny's arm
which I still refused to try on.

"Well, Jen and I better break for lunch, can we finish
when we come back?" Kate asked, and Bunny walked us
out.


________

Kate and I drove back to the Sentinel, where we saw
our Margarette Umberger, kneeling between two parked
cars on our way on.

"Hey, Margarette, what's up?" Kate asked. She frowned up
at us, then back at the ground.

"Some bitch is in my parking space!" She scowled. "and
guess what her *friend* left...?"

We walked over, and saw a some dried doggie poop on
the pavement at our Editor in chief's feet.

"Shit." Kate said.

"Exactly." Umberger peered. " The prissy bitch parks
in MY personalized, clearly marked space, then has her
mutt shit next to my Honda! I'll be damned if I'm
gonna let some bitch's bitch poop in MY parking spot!
It's even marked Umberger, see? See?"

"We see Margarette. Should we meet you upstairs? We've
got Noricom news."



"It's a fucking Corvette too. I wonder her parents rich or is it her 
boyfriend?
Look, there she is, that's GOTTA be the bitch!" Our
editor hissed at a twenty something brunette with a
small bulldog twenty feet away.

"Let it go Marg. We've got a story to talk about." I
tried.

Margarette ignored us and furiously scooped up the
dried poop with a kleenex, marched it right over to
the brunette and shook the poop in her face.

"Is that your Corvette?" Umberger hissed. The twenty
something woman nodded yes, yet recoiled at the sight
and smell of the poop.

"Hey, Kate, isn't that the new copy girl, what's her
name again?" I asked Kate as we watched a few  feet
away, both excited by the tension in the air.

'Yeah, Barbara's her name, I think. Or it was, back when
she worked here." Kate whispered.

"Okay, then this your poop too, right?"

"What?"

"Is this your mutt's Poop? Cause if it is, then that's
*proof* your stupid enough to park in MY spot, you
fucking dumbshit!"  Umberger demanded.

"So what if it is? Who the fuck are you lady?" the
copy girl sneered.

Kate and I exchanged shaking heads at the bad move.
She obviously didn't know Umberger's temper.

"Who the fuck am I? AM I???" Margarette  spat, then
exploded all over the woman, who panicked suddenly.

"I'm your Editor in Chief you little shit -- I RUN
THIS PLACE!!! Now you better dispose of this shit or I'll 
have your fucking ass FIRED!!! I swear to fucking god."

"Ah-ah-just leave it and I�ll go back in and get a bag to put it in. "
The woman said, visibly shaken.

" Come here bitch." Margarette led the poor girl to the back of the 
Corvette. 

" That's right, now lean over the trunk.  You heard me. Do it now, 
or I'll fire you AND have you arrested."

"Please ma'am. I didn't know it was your space." The
brunette cried as she was pushed over the trunk of the car.

"Now what does that sign say in front of your car?" 

"Aaahhhh-it says 'Rerserved for Umberger, Editor in-oh God', what are
you doing ma'am?"  The young girl tried to squirm away as Margarette
yanked her short skirt to her waste and grabbed hold of her pantyhose.

"Now you have to learn to pick up after your dog."

Barbara broke down into tears.  "Please no ma'am.  I promise it'll 
never ....happen again ewwww-god!"

It was too late.  Margarette deposited the dog poop into the girls 
panties let the poor girl's skirt settle back down.

"You're damn right it'll never happen again alright!" Margarette
breathlessly whispered, a smile returning, now the battle was over. 
She rubbed and lighty slapped the defeated girl's ass in victory,
still holding the girl formly over the hood of her car.

"...because *now* you're responsible for my parking now, so I'd better
not find ANY poop or cars or cigarette buts here or it's your ass I'm
gonna come looking for.  Do I make myself clear little miss poopy
panties?"

"Y-Yes ma'am," the young girl sobbed.

Margarette's ass rubbing took on a more perverse and sexual nature, as
she started subtly rubbing the young girl from the top of her ass
crack to her crotch with her own pelvis, basicly dry humping the girl
from behind, making sure the 'lump' in her panties was nice and snug.

"Run along girls, I'll be up in a minute," she said, dismissing us.


next, part 4 (second half)

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