When your eyes refocus, you see Veronica close the door and spin round to face you again.
Her auburn hair is still in her short tomboy style, but her outfit is drastically different. Instead of sensible flats, she's mincing along on six-inch stilettos. Where before, she had been dressed in a professional pantsuit, now she wears a skintight low-cut white blouse revealing acres of cleavage from her newly-expanded bust, and a pencil skirt that hugs her hips and thighs. Her face is now accented with bright red lipstick, and her nail polish matches. She makes her way to your desk and slides into your lap.
"Soooo, Mister Mark," she purrs, twisting her body toward you and practically pressing your face into her cleavage.
She drops the folder she was carrying on your desk.
"I stayed late last night doing all the reports, running all the spreadsheets, and finalizing the script for your presentation to the board next week--it's perfect. All you need to do is show up and read it," she giggles as she runs her hand up and down your back.
"Oh, thanks, Veronica," you say, pleasantly surprised at her efficiency.
"So, since your sexy secretary did all your work for you... what are you gonna do for the rest of the day?" she asks, reaching up and popping open another button on her already mostly open blouse.
She begins grinding her hips in a slow circle, giving you a lap dance in your office chair. Your cock is now straining against your pants as she works her toned ass back and forth across your erection. She arches her back, and pulls your left hand up to her tits. Your right hand slides up her smooth hairless thigh into her wet crotch.
After a moment, you grab her hips and lift her onto your desk. She squeals with delight as you lift her effortlessly. These new muscles are awesome.
She hikes her skirt up around her hips, and pulls her thong to one side as you drop your pants, revealing your newly-enhanced 10-inch dick. You push into her pussy and feel the familiar sensation of a tearing hymen as she yelps in pain and pleasure.
"You're a virgin?" you ask, as you start hammering away at your secretary's twat.
"I'm a lesbian! Uh! Up until now, I've only ever been with women, sir! Uh! Uh! Uh! I've never even--uh!--taken a strap-on or a dildo or anything inside me before!" she says, opening her blouse the rest of the way. She isn't wearing a bra, so her tits pop out. As her sizable D cups jiggle and bounce with your every thrust, your eyes are drawn to a small tattoo above her left tit. It says in a simple cursive font: Mark's Girl
Seeing the self-proclaimed lesbian marked in that way as you take her virginity overwhelms you, your balls jump and you start firing thick ropes of cum into your secretary's virgin cunt. She cums along with you, and when you pull out, she quickly jumps off the desk and gets on her knees to clean your cock off with her hot wet mouth.
"Thank you, sir," she says, licking the last remnants of your load off her lips.
"You're welcome, Veronica. You deserved it."
"Oh! I almost forgot!" she says. She stands up atop her heels and wiggles back to her desk, swinging her ass and rolling her hips in a way that says "this bitch takes cock." She returns with an envelope.
"Here you go, Mark," she says, pressing the envelope into your chest with one hand and the other hand rubbing up and down your bicep.
You look in the envelope, and to your surprise it's full of cash. About five hundred-some-odd dollars.
"What's this?" you ask.
"It was just payday. I always give you half my check," she says, smiling wide.
"You do?"
"Of course I do! It's part of our arrangement. I do all your work, I give you half my check, I bring my girlfriends around to fuck you, I do everything I can think of to make your life better, and you reward me for all of it by letting me be your cumdump sometimes when you want to bust a nut. I'm the perfect secretary. Duh!"
"Damn, Veronica," you say, pocketing the money. "You ARE the perfect secretary!" And as your words hit her ears, you see her close her eyes and shudder. She smiles.
"I just fucking came from hearing you say that. Thank you so much, sir. That means so much to me, you have no idea. Being your perfect secretary is all I want."
You pull her close and start to make out with her, letting one hand squeeze her ass through her skirt. She moans into your mouth as you tangle tongues with her. After a moment, you pull your mouth away from hers.
"You do all my work?" you ask.
"Pretty much. Everything short of giving your presentations and replacing you in meetings. But I give you notes for those," she says, rubbing your crotch with her hand.
"So do I even need to be here?"
"For appearances. At least a few hours a week. And if you were never here, then how would you fuck me with this perfect cock?" she says, closing her fingers around the outline of your shaft in your pants.
"When did you get that tattoo on your chest?" you ask.
"The day I became yours. Because I am yours," she says, pressing her entire body into you.
"Are you dating anyone right now?"
"No sir."
"Then that's your new assignment. Find a girl we'll both enjoy. You have until next Friday," you give her a swat on the ass.
"Yes, Mark," she says as she teeters back to her desk.
You grab your coat and check the time. 10:30am. Everything seems to be under control here. Sticking around too long could only screw things up.
"I'm taking a long lunch, Veronica. Probably won't be back today. If anyone's looking for me, I'm in meetings," you say, grabbing your coat and leaving the office.
When you get to your Tesla in the lot, you feel your phone vibrate.
It's a text from Veronica. You open it.
It's a selfie she took in the ladies room mirror of her with her tits out. Not bad.
You get in the car, and on the passenger seat, you see it. The gun is back.