Abducted and tricked by Hades, Persephone is forever doomed to spend six months of each year in the underworld, the six months that we all experience as winter. That sums up my life too, except that instead of playing out over a year it plays out day after day ; 12 hours spent in hell, and for 12 hours I get to be Summer. Although I sleep at least 6 of those summer hours, and there are the weekends…so as metaphors go it needs work. Sorry, that’s why I am a secretary and not a writer.

I’m an average girl born to an average family from an average town. I went to college for a degree in Liberal Arts, and after a short string of dead-end jobs I landed a pretty nice one at a large company you’d probably recognize. I’m the secretary for a whole department full of engineers, so every day I have dozens of men (and a handful of women, but they don’t count) asking me to do this-and-that for them. You’re probably already imagining what this-and-that might include... and you would be dead wrong. The company’s sexual harassment training has apparently taken; everyone is incredibly polite and politically correct.

I’ve even tried pushing the envelope. My skirts got shorter, and blouses cut lower…and then I was called into HR and told that I was making the men uncomfortable, and could I please dress more conservatively! Seriously! I love my job, looking after all my boys…but it’s also a little boring. What does a girl have to do to get a little ravishment around here? Even the cute, just-out-of-college fresh-faced boys seem to find the floor more interesting then me. Most of the engineers would prefer to send me an email then actually talk to a girl!

My boss, on the other hand…He’s not shy, and he’s got this small but muscular frame that I just want to rub down. I once caught him changing into his gym clothes in his office, and I know for certain he is not small in other departments. That day I was squeezing my thighs through little orgasm after orgasm. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve imagined getting on my knees before him, and showing him what I could do. Every secretary’s day he gives me a bouquet of flowers; I keep wishing he’d give me just one more thing…but even though he flirts a little, it seems to be more out of habit then intent.

Which is what brings me here, doing phone sex and looking for a way to relieve myself of the stresses of work. Perhaps we can relieve each other? Please call me, and tell me what you would do with your secretary? Oh, and unless you are into pain, it better not involve paperwork!