Rachel's Revenge
"...And hurry up with that coffee, Rachel".
"Yes, Mr Allcock.
I closed the door, seething. That man was going to get his comeuppance one day. He treated me like a servant rather than a pretty good secretary, and he was always worse when he had meetings with other male members of staff. It was like a power thing, he could say and do as he liked, knowing I wouldn't say anything in front of his colleagues. I needed my job, and he knew it. He was just a bully.
I made the coffee and took it back into the office. I placed the tray on the desk and made to leave.
"Hang on Rachel, aren't you going to pour it out for us, we need a good woman sometimes you know. We're all handless when it comes to pouring drinks and things, and you do it so daintily"
Guffaws all round. The male animal at his worst. The herd instinct, 5 men, all smirking as I poured the coffee and handed out the cups. Not one said thank you, all of them were lost in thought about some big business decision. Either that or trying to look down my blouse.
I left again. Demeaning, that's what it was, demeaning and degrading. I'd get my own back one-day.
I sat at my desk in the outer office. I had a stack of typing and filing to do, without making the flight and hotel reservations for him the following week in Las Vegas . I dreamed a little, it must be lovely to just float off from England in a cold January to a love warm exciting place like Vegas.
Mentally shrugging my shoulders I got down to some work. Shortly afterward the meeting broke up. There were handshakes all round and the usual sort of bullshit business talk as the men left. His red light went out. I ask you! He had to have a little red "Do not Disturb" light outside his office. I'd often wondered about that. How come the red light would come on at lunchtime when he was alone in there?
Sighing, I went on with my work. The morning drifted by as most of them do, in a mental haze. I worked nowadays like an automaton, mechanically sifting and sorting papers, filing and answering the phone, while that slug seemed to just revel in making me feel small. Lunch break came and I met my friend Jackie for our lunch together. We wandered through the park, idly chatting of this and that, before sitting in our usual place by the pond. Ducks waddled hopefully toward us as we opened our lunch boxes. I always gave them a few crumbs and they seemed to recognise us now.
I sighed, "You know that Richard Allcock is an absolute pain to work for, I'm getting to loathe coming to work".
Jackie looked at me, "Why?"
"Well, he's always throwing his weight around, almost like showing off in front of some of the other guys. He always seems to want to make me look small – he usually succeeds too. But I'd love to know what he does in his lunch hour. He always shuts his door and puts on the red light. I know he isn't working because his papers are always the same when lunch is over. It's a bit of a mystery."
Jackie laughed, "He's got internet access, hasn't he?"
"Mmmm"
"Well, that's it then. He's surfing for porn!"
"No!
"Betcha"
"Well I'd love to catch him at it, I'd really make the bastard squirm!"
"We can check you know, we log all access calls"
"Really, and we can tell where he's been?
"Oh sure, but not many people know about it, there's a special program built in to the phone system, do you want me to have a look?"
"What if you get caught?"
"It won't matter, I'll be just checking everything is working." Jackie grinned, "It would prove it one way or the other, and if he is, then my dear, you have him by the balls. You could name your price for keeping quiet."
I was intrigued. If I could just catch him I could show him who was boss. I giggled a bit. "It's a thought isn't it!"
"Look this is so easy, just let me know next time he's in there alone, and I'll look him up – it's up to you then. What do you think?"
I pondered for a little while. "Well, I'd have to be able to make it stick...
"No prob, I'll print off where he's been, plus if they investigate his comp they'll find out anyway."
A plan was forming in my head, a way to really get even. I could see him crawl if I played my cards right. It all depended on him doing something wrong though, if he wasn't I was back to square one.
"Let's do it, lets get the bastard, I really want him to suffer. I'll ring you when we get back if the light's on and you can check where he is. All I need then is a cast iron excuse for interrupting him"
"Oh come on! Your part of the girl mafia, and a fire warden – we'll just get Sylvia to test the fire alarm and you will HAVE to go into the office to make sure it's clear. Wouldn't it be a hoot if he's getting up to something naughty!
We were giggling like school kids as we got back to work. I looked at the clock, we were 20 minutes early.
"We have time for another coffee"
"Not a chance, go and see if he's in and if the light's on – then let me know"
I went back to the office. I went into my outer part; there sure enough was the red light. Now I was sure I was onto something. I picked up the phone and rang Jackie.
"It's on" I whispered, "can you check?"
"Sure, I'll ring you back shortly"
"NO don't ring back, he'll hear, I'll come down. Anyway, I'd like to see what goes on."
I made my down to the computer department, and just arrived to see Jackie with a triumphant smile on her face.
"Got him!"
"Really!?"
"Sure have, look at this log"
I looked there were many different numbers on the sheet that meant nothing to me, but were apparently the IP addresses of the sites he had been visiting. Most of them were known to the computer department as "prohibited sites".
"So he's been surfing around has he", I said thoughtfully. "Mmmm there's always a price to pay for that isn't there Jackie.
She smiled agreement "Oh yes"
I started working on my plan straight away. I spent the rest of the afternoon honing and polishing it until I was satisfied that there was no way he could escape. His day of reckoning was approaching fast.
The following day I got up extra early. I had to prepare myself. Normally I dress conservatively for work, but today I wanted to plant a seed, a seed that would germinate at lunchtime.
I showered and went through my wardrobe. I selected a shorter skirt than normal, about 2 inches above the knee. I looked for something that was sexy, yet not over the top. I found my "seduction blouse". It was white, but quite sheer. I always s wore a slip under it, but today decided against that and just popped it over my bra. I looked in the mirror. Not bad, you could see my bra, and just about make out the dark shape of my nipples. They were not obvious, but if you really looked you could see them. I knew from experience that he'd really look. The last thing I put on were some stockings. Black ones. I checked myself again and was satisfied with the result. I looked sexy, but not "available". My midriff was visible through the blouse. But the bra hid my breasts, apart from just the hint of the darkness of my nipples.
The last thing I did was grab a dowdy cardigan and slip it on. I wanted my appearance to look as normal as possible until I was ready.
I was already busy when he arrived.
'Morning Rachel, coffee please"
"Good morning Mr Allcock, I'll get some for you straight away.
I made the coffee, and hung my cardigan over the back of my chair, before taking it into the office. He looked a little surprised at my appearance and his eyes dropped to my breasts immediately. He obviously liked what he saw.
"You look er nice today, Rachel"
"Thank you, I'm going out for lunch so I thought I'd make an effort.
"Yes, very nice"
I went back to the outer office and got on with some work. I didn't have long to wait.
"Rachel, can you come through and take a letter?"
"Sure, on my way"
I sat opposite his desk where he would be sure to see my legs. I crossed my legs letting the skirt ride up a little. He watched every move. He stared at my breasts. I took the letter, crossing and re – crossing my legs, making sure he go an eyeful each time.