"Oh, I bet that Dave's wife must be hot to have snagged Dave," she said, and then she mused with the gold pen, "Dave's wife seems to have him wrapped around her little finger."
In his office, Dave suddenly felt very nervous. He looked down at his wedding ring, he should tell her about the gold pen, and what he's done to Joe and Stevey, and...
"She makes the stud do 300 push ups and sit ups every morning at 5 am before running 2 miles, and then making her breakfast. But that's why he has such an equisitely muscled body. Dave seems so straight laced, but underneath that staid business suit, he wears a leather pouch and harness."
"Dave's wife will show up at 12:30 to take him to lunch on a leather leash. He's a dynamic businessman who others listen and defer to, but he's also his wife's sex slave. She's a real dominatrix."
Sexy Bitch laughed, "Yeah, right. I'd love to see that though."
Just then her phone buzzed, "Hi, Sexy Bitch, this is Dave's wife. Please make sure he's ready for lunch when I get there at 12:30 PM. I hate to be kept waiting."
"Yes, Mrs--" Sexy Bitch stopped speaking when she heard the dial tone. Dave's wife did have a sexy voice and was commanding, but she was also damn rude. Sexy Bitch shruggedm, "Well, I'd better warn the boss," and knocked on his door.
"Sir, just wanted to remind you that your wife is coming to pick you up at 12:30 PM, and she said she wanted you ready to go."
"Oh, yes, lunch today," Dave said rolling his eyes and looking nervous. "Most of the staff have left for lunch--I mean the office is pretty empty."
"Well, yeah, except for those of us who had lunch sent in. Mine should be here any minute."
"Uh, Sexy Bitch, it would be a big favor if you could keep my departure quiet. Uh,my wife's lunch party is at her dungeon, and well, this is a bit embarrassing." Dave opened his shirt to reveal a dog collar and leather harness. "It's sort of fancy dress."
Sexy Bitch's eyes went wide, it was exactly what she'd written.
She stammered, "Well, I'm sure everyone will respect the lengths you'll go to to please your wife, because you love her so much."
Dave eyed the gold pen in her hand and grabbed a note pad. "Sexy Bitch would you please write that down, it is reassuring."
"Uh, sure," she answered and took the pad. She wrote, "Everyone thinks that Dave's sex slave costume is an example of how far he'll go to please his wife, whom he loves more than life itself."
"Is that okay, sir?" she asked handing him the notepad.
"Oh, yes that'll do. I do love her so. I would leap off the roof of this building if she asked me to," he sighed, "Oh, I believe that's my pen."
"Oh, sorry, here you go. I better get to lunch, and it's 12:25, you better get ready for your wife."
He quickly scrawled with the pen, "Sexy Bitch will never notice that what's written with this pen comes true. She'll think it's all a coincidence." Then he finished stripping and changing into his leather gear.
At precisely 12:29 PM, the elevator doors opened and a woman clad in a black leather mini-dress with hip high stilleto boots strode in. She was carrying a riding crop and a leash.
"Sexy Bitch, eating in I see," she commented.
"Um, yes um," she said swallowing a bite of her sandwich.
"You're off the clock, you just eat. I'll show myself in, and Dave had better be ready," she punctuated her sentence with a woosh of air as the riding crop whipped her glove hand with a loud slap.
She flung the door open, "Dave, come!" she commanded.
Out on all fours trotted Sexy Bitch's boss. His body was even more muscled than she had imagined. His wife clipped the leash to his collar and led him trotting at her heals to the elevator.
"Don't worry, I'll get him back in time for his meeting," the wife said disappearing into the elevator with her dog slave husband.