The Billionaire Nympho Secretary

"I am calm, sir," Teresa said evenly, pressing her headset tighter to her ear. "But shouting won't speed up the process."

The man on the other end of the line was practically foaming, accusing the finance team of theft, incompetence, and everything in between. His voice, loud and jagged, buzzed through her headset like static on a broken radio.

"I've been on hold for twenty damn minutes!" he barked.

"And now you're speaking to the right department," she replied, her tone cool as steel. "I just need your reference number to assist you."

"I don't have a damn reference number!"

Of course you don't.

Teresa muted her mic for half a second and sighed. The shrill cry of the answering machine echoed again behind her, like a chorus of chaos. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, her long nails clicking rhythmically as she pulled up the day's fourth overdue report. Her eyes burned, dry from hours of screen glare and stress.

"Sir," she said, voice clipped but professional, "please hold while I connect you to someone in Insurance."

Without waiting for his response, she hit the transfer button and leaned back in her chair. The fluorescent lights buzzed above her like a swarm of mechanical bees. She glanced at the oversized digital clock across the room.

10:47 a.m.

Only 10:47.

And already, she was ready to scream.

She sighed in frustration, combing her fingers through her chocolate brown hair.

Same desk and chair. Same coffee-stained mug that she got from the dollar store. Same beige walls, humming with fluorescent despair and lack of warmth. Her blazer itched at her shoulders, the old material harshly rubbing on her skin, but she didn't dare remove it because the dress code was unbelievably strict, and Mr. DuPont, her former boss, was always lurking, always watching for weakness. Or cleavage. Or both.

He was a sadist. Always looking for someone to insult or ridicule. He clung to the powerful and cowered when then spoke but when they were out of sight he felt like a king in his territory. He became harsh, rude and perverted.

But today was different. Today, Mr. DuPont had been fired.

Sexual harassment, of course. Everyone knew what he was doing but because he had high connections in the company. But this time was different. He messed with the wrong person. Apparently an investor brought his teenage daughter whose fashion sense was hippy clothing. DuPont tried to harass her and throw his weight but unfortunately for him she wasn't someone he could offend.

Teresa tapped the mouse absentmindedly as she staring into the screen. Her mind had already wandered. It always did. Daydreaming managed to keep her sane. Or at least functioning.

Lately, though, even her fantasies seemed more...intense and explicit. Her body temperature was rising and a wetness pooled in her lower region. She pressed her legs together and took a deep breath trying to control her urges. She shuffled in her sit and placed her hand on the mouse trying to concentrate on her work.

She clicked open another file. Graphs. Numbers. Percentages. Useless things. She existed the Word app and went straight to the Internet search engine. She began to browse about puppies and kittens when a voice came from behind.

"Teresa are you done with the report." She jumped out of fright and clumsily exited the kitten blog that she was watching and left the screen blank.

She turned to look at her supervisor. Mrs Demarco. A short harsh woman. She stool in front of Teresa with her usual scrunched up face and stern look. She crossed her arms across and chest and raised an eyebrow on Teresa's stunned look.

"Well?"That snapped Teresa back in place.

"I'm so sorry."She said as she began searching for the financial report that she had finished doing last night. She finally found the green colored file and gave it to Mrs Demarco.

Mrs Demarco took the file from her but kept her intense look on her. Teresa stood blankly sweating with nervousness.

"Did I do something wrong?"Teresa thought nervously.

Mrs Demarco finally opened her mouth after moments of silence." Miss Smith how long have you been working in this company?"

Teresa was confused about why she inquired but she still answered." It has been two years and seven months ma'am."

"You have been here for two years? And have you ever had a demerit?" Mrs Demarco asked as she walked to Teresa's cubicle entrance.

Teresa open her mouth to say no but Mrs Demarco caught her off instantly.

"Nevermind I will find out by myself." And with that she left the cubicle walked out of the office with her heels clacking against the tiled floor.

Teresa stared at the wall blankly for a while trying to understand what just wanted on. The more she thought about it, she became petrified.

What had she done wrong. Was there a mistake in the report? But Mrs Demarco hadn't opened it yet. Did she forget to complete a pending task.

Teresa then quickly took her phone from the socket underneath her table where she was charging and opened up her task organizer. She searched all her tasks from three months back but nothing was missing. Every single one had been completed and submitted. So what was the issue.

Teresa then noticed that heart was spreading up and her lower region became wet again.

"It's happening again." She thought to herself. She reached into her almond colored handbag and brought out a bottle filled with pills. She popped two into her mouth at first, but then added two more so extra measure.

After a few minutes the effect began to show as her heart rate reduced and she felt better. She took a sip of water and turned to the screen determined to stay focused so she could leave the office early.

Six hours later, the office official closed and employees were free to go. Teresa had stayed glued to her seat working diligently taking no breaks except for lunch and the occasional toilet breaks. She was able to complete all her tasks and was already one week ahead of schedule.

She walked out of the general office were junior employees worked. She passed by her colleagues who were on groups discussing. She wasn't well known in the office. Always quiet and quick to leave. She never attended any office function unless it's a compulsory one.

As she passed many of them pointed and whispered about her. Some called her rude and others called her stuck up. The whole office alienated her and only came to her for official business and even then they were rude and dismissive. Many a time Teresa had to report the attitude of her colleagues but she was ignored as always and the treatment continued.

Teresa could hear the whispers but she didn't say anything. She couldn't say anything even if she wanted to. All she wanted was her soft bed and comforting equipments.

She didn't need the approval of anyone in the office. They were all fake anyways. Smiling in front of you but won't hesitate to stab you in the back. That was the reality of the corporate world. Everyone is trying to rush the top and scramble for the benefits.

Some may win but many lose and the consequences are drastic.

Teresa was okay with her already complicated world. She didn't want to complicate it any further.

(Warning ⚠️ X- RATED SCENE)

Teresa harshly slammed the behind her and tossed her heels into the corner of the room like they personally offended her. Well they did actually. The heels were tight and made her toes scrunch up together. Her heels were red and they hurt whenever she put them down on the ground.

"Just great."She hissed as she limped to her bed dropping on the soft bouncing bed .

The blazer followed suit and was tossed to the couch in the corner of the room. Then the blouse went next and finally her bra. After Each piece felt like she was peeling away the day layer by suffocating layer. She tossed her bra to a corner of room feeling the relief at her breasts being free from bondage. Her milky white breasts had reds stripe marks from the harsh hold of the bra. She held up her breasts massaging them softly. Her fingers traced her nipples and she shuddered as she felt the sharp feeling shoot through her spine. Sje kneaded her soft big breasts, trying to grab in her hand the much that she could.

Her tiny apartment was quiet, dim. Mariana wasn't home yet. She hadn't seen her motorcycle downstairs are her room was locked.

She looked back to check if she had remembered to lock her bedroom door out of habit. Not that anyone ever knocked. She never had visitors around and Mariana had the habit of waltzing into her room unannounced.

Teresa laid back down on the bed and continued to sensually massage her sensitive breasts. Within seconds she felt warmth pool down in her vagina and her clitoris began to ache.

She released one hand and sensually traced it down her body. From her boobs to her stomach and then softly teased her inner thighs before she placed her index finger on her clitoris.

She traced her finger round her vagina, feeling the water that had heavily pooled down then. She then stuck her index finger along with her middle finger into her hole and messaged her clitoris with her thumb. She started slow and gentle, trying to work her way to her orgasm. When the pleasure peaked up, she went faster, harsher. The squishy noise come from the impact of her fingers and the fluid splashing from her hole.

Teresa arched her back feeling the pleasure coming but then.....it all stopped. Her orgasm refused to peak leaving her aching and un satisfied.

Teresa sighed in frustration as she tried once again but failed to reach her orgasm.

The drawer beside her bed creaked as she reached over and opened it up, revealing a collection of silicone secrets. Vibrators or different sizes, shapes and colors, dildos of all shapes and textural differences. Each one designed to increase sexual sensitivity and pleasure .

Her fingers trembled as they hovered over them, hesitating to choose. Again.

It was the fourth time this week. And it was only Tuesday. She had no idea why the drugs weren't working and why her libido was increasing incredibly. Soon all these toys won't be able to adequately saite her hunger.

She chose a familiar one. A pink comb mouthed vibrator. The combed mouth was soft but capable enough to create friction. She laid back on her sheets, the air already feeling thick with anticipation. Her other free hand tossed her panties off and turned on the vibrator. She placed the comb mouth on her already swollen and throbbing clitoris, slowly teasing it with her lowest setting. Once she felt she had gained momentum she increased the vibration level and circled it round her clit. Her mind went blank as she focused on her pleasure. The way pleasure shot through her spine with every carcass and the way her nipples stood hard and higher.

Her orgasm came fast and hard. Shooting through her suddenly, leaving her to twist to her side riding through the entirety of it.

And when it was over, she lay there, panting heavily, empty and unhappy.

She was not satisfied. Not even close. The orgasm was harsh and uncomfortable.

It wasn't working anymore. Not like before. Neither masturbation nor her drugs were giving any positive reactions. It was just getting worse.

The hunger was getting stronger. Darker. Her toys, her fantasies and stimulations, they were just... noise. A whisper compared to the roaring ache inside her.

Teresa laid on her back, a sheen of sweat on her skin and shame tingling in her chest. Her stared at the white ceiling in confusion .

She didn't know what was happening to her. She had been experiencing this situation for years but it was much worse.

But something had shifted in her, something was waking up, and if she wasn't careful she stood to lose everything that she had worked hard to build. Her peaceful life in New York was something she had to sacrifice and endure a lot for.

Teresa made up her mind to go back to her therapist. She had to inform him that she was getting much worse. She needed a stronger drug or rather a more permanent solution to her condition.

She reached out for her phone and dialed his office number. The line rang for a while but then the call connected.

"Good morning, this is the office of Dr Scott how may I help you." The receptionist said on the other side.

"Good morning my name is Teresa Smith I am a patient of Dr Scott. I would like to schedule and emergency appointment. It's rather urgent." She said.

"I am terribly sorry but Dr Scott is not in town for the week. I can see that your next appointment is in two weeks time and Dr Scott will be available then." She said sadly.

Teresa slapped her forehead with her palm remembering that Dr Scott had told her during their last session that he was going for a convention in Texas.

"Okay thank you for the information." Teresa said as she hung up on the call.

Dr Scott wasn't in town and she had gone through her pills that were meant for a month within a week. The dosage left would only help her for like four days and then she would be on her own. She needed a doctor's prescription to get more. Get only hope was to claim a sick leave and stay at home for a few days until Dr Scott returned.

Teresa then stood up from her bed and stared down at the mess she had created.

"Lord help me." She mumbled as she began cleaning up her mess.

"Terry I come bearing offerings." A loud voice boomed through the apartment.

Teresa's head snapped up from the coffee table where she had been for the past hour organize the reports that she had just finished typing and printing out. She was still feeling uncomfortable and so work was the only way she could get distracted.

Mariana barged into the room like a loud hurricane, her arms full to the brim with one paper bag bulging with tacos and the other hand tightly holding a bottle of vodka like it was her long lost lover. Knowing Mariana, she would completely agree.

"It's Tuesday," Teresa said looking at the load she held cautiously, knowing Mariana was going to cause some chaos.

"Exactly my point . Tuesday with Tacos. Works so well baby. The coolest day of the week aside from Fridays."

Mariana dropped the food onto the center table and carelessly flopped down the couch with reckless abandon like she had just escaped a war.

"Come on, I saw the way you shuffled out of the apartment this morning and with the way you are sitting right now, you look like a nun on a walk of shame. What happened to you?"

Teresa shuffled on the spot and mumbled, "Nothing happened. I'm fine."

"No no no," Mariana sing-song , while ripping open a taco wrapper. "Nothing? With that tone? Come on, everything happened so spill." Mariana said while handing her

"No it's .... nothing serious. Just had a weird and uncomfortable day. Some unusual things happened. " Teresa said, taking the taco, her cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment.

"Weird? How come? Did you accidentally click porn on your computer and finally got caught."

Teresa gasped in disbelief." That was just one time. And it was not my fault. It was a pop up ad for shoes."

"You clicked it four times Terry." Mariana deadpanned.

"I panicked." Teresa said with her hands thrown up in the air." I was trying to leave there but the screen kept on hanging."

Mariana bursted out a loud laugh, then took a swig of vodka, almost choking on it." You are my absolute favorite person, you know that right."

"You probably say that to everyone you share a roof with. I know you " Teresa mumbled as she munched on her taco, taking mini bites like a rabbit.

"Nah, they don't blush when I mention shoving my face in your vagina. Only you do that."

Teresa's face turned crimson.

Mariana wiggled her brows suggestively. "Come on Terry, let's give it a try. You are gorgeous, I am definitely gorgeous. I'm horny and you are always horny. We could work as a functional team and I mean you would definitely enjoy. I've been told that my fingers are magical."

"That's not how it works!" Theresa squealed and stood up trying to escape into the kitchen.

Mariana quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to the couch. "Hey. I'm just teasing you. Well mostly." She winked with a mischievous smirk.

"But seriously. Are you okay? You've been... stiff and wound up. Like your skin's too tight or something. What's wrong, for real this time."

Teresa hesitated but spoke up. "I've just been having... dreams. Thoughts. Fantasies. I can't control my urges and they are getting worse. I can't stop it."

Mariana's expression then soften. "Are you still using the toys. And the drugs."

"Yeah. But they don't help much anymore. Especially the drugs, they are having any effects. I..I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't... do that constantly." she trailed off, eyes brimming with tears of shame.

"Hey," Mariana said strongly. "There's nothing wrong with having sexual needs. Craving. That doesn't make you broken or wrong. It makes you human. Well," she grinned, "maybe a little sexy demon, but don't worry mostly human."

Teresa weakly smiled at Mariana's attempt to make her happy. "I just scared of being taken advantage of. I don't want a repeat of what happened before."

Mariana nodded and held her close, placing her head on her chest and softly rubbing her hair. "And I it will not ever happen. I promise you. I won't let anything happen to you. I've got your back sweetheart."

"I know you do." Teresa raised her head to stare at the red haired fire cracker who had brought life into her life.

When Teresa came to New York, she was starving and hadn't taken a shower for a week. It was Mariana that found her starving on the side of the road and took her to the hospital and gave her food. She provided free shelter for her and helped her with her job applications. She began chipping in for the rent and other expenses only after Mariana was completely assured that she had enough savings for herself.

Teresa was greatly indebted to Mariana, knowing she did all that at of the kindness of her heart and apparently because she was a cutie.

"Good. Now eat." Mariana tapped her ass causing her to squeal and run away from her embrace. "Then we'll watch trashy reality TV until your libido shuts up. Are you in?"

Teresa laughed, this time genuinely." Yes I am in. Ohh I remember the latest episode of Kim's Heart is on. Let's watch that." Teresa said excitedly reaching for the remote.

Mariana groaned and mumbled out in annoyance." That show is utterly ridiculous."

Teresa disagreed." It's about true love and passion."

"Exactly utter nonsense. Who believes in such things these days."

Teresa simply laughed at Mariana's disgusted expression. She spent the whole evening stifling her laughter as she watched Mariana scream at the ridiculous actions of the characters.

This was Teresa's safe zone, her comfort area. For years she had been burdened with the need to fit in. To do better. But here in this city and house. She didn't need to be anything but Teresa.

And somewhere in her heart, something shifted. Because for once, she felt a little less like a problem needing to be fixed, and a little bit more like a person who is just trying to figure themselves out in the jungle of a world.