Marking territory

"Stay quiet, fourth-rate secretary. Do you think that by licking this lousy person's shoes, you can get a salary increase?"

And here come the insults. I am known to be a quiet girl, but when they find me, they find me.

"Ha, it seems the girl has lost something. Honey, you can call security. This young lady has not been invited to my house," I emphasize the last part, savoring the words and puffing out my chest.

She may be the girl of the year, that model type, but it is not convenient for her or for me to have her in this house. It's too much because she could be a problem for our image.

"What did he see in you?" I hiss through my teeth. "You're so unfriendly, boring, nerdy, and... You're not his type. You couldn't even achieve an orgasm, hmmm? Look at you, you couldn't even make a fly scream with pleasure. I'm sure there's something fishy going on here." She says, crossing her arms, and those words affect me. My body automatically tenses up. "I'm sure you're wearing granny pantie