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My name is Dominique Ferreira and I am the new secretary to none other than His Excellency Judge Nicholas Ruiz. He's hot as hell, there's just one catch: he doesn't notice me as a woman! After all why would a man like him notice me? I'm just a simple secretary, who is also chubby. What would happen if I accidentally texted him that I was going to a party dressed as Devassa and that I was going to get a whip? It was supposed to be a simple joke, but instead of texting it to a friend, I ended up sending it to a certain perverted judge! * I'm known as the ruthless judge, I always give sentences with an iron fist. I was never a man to mix work with pleasure, until the day my newest secretary started working with me. I've always had a thing for fuller women. Too bad I can't fuck Dominique—or can I? One day, I get an interesting email and I decide it's time to make a good judgment call. The defendant would be none other, none other than my beautiful and wanton secretary. Let's see if she will be punished or acquitted? Come and discover a new story of a perverted judge and his wanton secretary.
Chapter 1
Dominique
The day started like any other: boring and stressful—which is normal when you're secretary to one of the most sought after and respected men in town. He's too hot, too powerful and too sensual for my own insanity and he has that predatory look in his eyes that makes my panties go to waste.
In fact, Nicholas is quite a good boss, except that sometimes I feel like killing him. What's delicious about a man, he's bossy. Who does he think he is? Oh yes, he is the almighty judge. God, this man is perfect in everything, and when I say everything, I mean everything. Of course, we women are mortal beings and we end up getting turned on by the prospect of just looking. Damn it, Dom, you have to control yourself not to act like a girl in love, after all you're not fifteen anymore. You are already a perfectly grown woman!
Oh, but how I wish he'd take a look at me... But no, the almighty lord doesn't look at anyone, and if he's with someone in the building, surely such women don't say anything.
Is it bad to be jealous of the women he must take? Because, God, this man tastes as good as chocolate—and he must be even tastier if I pour chocolate syrup all over his beautiful, delicious body. I myself have no problem licking every bit of that man show.
I have to stop thinking about my judge Nicholas, he is a forbidden man! The head asks, but the heart seems to jump for joy every time he arrives.
I look at the clock and see that he is less than five minutes away from entering the room. This man, in addition to being very hot, is very responsible. Now, for example, he is certainly already in the elevator, and in a little while he will arrive asking for today's agenda. Another thing that catches my attention is that he doesn't rest.
Sometimes he's a complete asshole in the way he bosses me around, thinking I should obey him in everything...
Let's play it real, Dom, you like the way he bosses you around, so much so that you carry extra panties because just hearing his husky voice... That's not from God at all.
I look at the clock again and see that he's a minute away, and damn, my hands are shaking like hell. They tremble so much that I step through the dress to see if they can control themselves. I am distracted by this act when I hear the voice of the originator of all my perverted desires, his excellency, Nicholas Ruiz.
— Good morning, Miss Ferreira! What do we have today? he asks, and I lift my eyes towards him. And damn, I freeze in front of those beautiful eyes. I blink, waking up to reality, and say:
— Good morning, Mr. Ruiz, for now, the day is quiet, I've already left the folder with the case files on your desk. Other than that, it's quiet.
“Okay, I'm going to my office to check these folders, as you said. Thank you,” he says, winking, and I'm immediately shaky again, not understanding exactly what happened.
I wait for him to leave and I put my hand on my chest to see if my heart calms down after that simple wink. My God, Dom, control yourself, woman.
A message pops up on my computer, and I realize it's from my friend. I open the email and when I read the subject of the message, I get curious.
From: nicholegatinha@premium.com
Subject: My birthday
To: dominiquedevassa@premium.com
Dear beautiful friend, I'm here sending you this blessed email to remind you that this weekend is my birthday. Have you provided your fantasy?
With the usual love from your hot friend,
Nick.
As soon as I finish reading I roll my eyes. I take a photo of a costume I found on the internet and attach it to the email.
From: dominiquedevassa@premium.com
Subject: I'll be dressed as Devassa
To: nicholasruiz@premium.com
Yes, I'm sending the photo of the costume, then tell me what you think. As soon as I get off work, I'll buy it.
As soon as I send her the photo, I leave my email and enter the company's. All employees have a private email address and a work-related email address. I check my inbox to see if I have anything from the forum. As there was nothing, I return to the private email.
I remember that I have to empty my trash and start looking at old emails. Seeing only advertisements that weren't important, I end up deleting the entire recycle bin. Then a new email catches my eye, and, curious to see if it was my friend's reply, I click on it. I'm surprised to see it's my boss's.
The subject part made me curious: it says “urgent”. As soon as I read it, I get scared like that.
From: nicholasruiz@premium.com
Subject: Urgency
To: dominiquedevassa@premium.com
Hello Miss Devassa, I was very happy to have received your email with a photo of a very interesting costume. You left me with a beautiful erection, and I won't be able to go to her table so we can talk about this very interesting subject. So I kindly ask that you come to my office at lunchtime so we can talk about your fantasy.
I'll be waiting anxiously, my hot wanton!
Oh, and one more thing: you better show up, or...
Regards,
Your Perverted Judge
“Oh my god, what did I do? I scream, shocked. As much as his words turned me on, I'm being threatened into going to his office for lunch and I don't know what's going to happen inside.
Will I be fired? But the main question is how he received this email. I leave his message and go to the sent messages box, and when I look, I end up moaning: instead of sending the email to my friend, I sent it to my boss.
I think now I'm screwed... or not?