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I came into the office and slammed the door a little too hard.

“Rough day, Sir?” Rita asked with a sweet look of concern.

Ah, Rita.  

My platinum blonde bombshell of a secretary and general dogsbody.  She always looked like she’d jumped off the cover of some fashion mag.  Today, she wore a light pink, silk top that fit her curves so well and showed one of my favorite valleys.  

Without looking, I knew she’d have on a short skirt that was way too short except for a Chorus girl, but…Rita knew I liked the view, so she wore them.  I made sure she wore an overcoat over it before she went home.  She acted annoyed, but I saw her grin when she thought I wasn’t looking.

“Yeah, sorry about the slam, Rita.  This case is driving me nuts!” I walked past her desk and into my inner office sanctum.  

Leaning back in my office chair, I tried to unwind my neck from the Gordian knot it was feeling.  I sighed and closed my eyes.  It was her soft perfume that gave her away.  There was a clink, and I knew my Rita had poured me a good cup of Joe.  It also would have a little Irish drop or two in it.

Opening my eyes, she smiled down at me and made me remember what it was to be a free male in Los Angeles, the City of Angels, in 1948.  She looked good, smelled good, and her coffee was always so great.  A part of me knew what ingredient made it so good, but I didn’t look at that too closely.

Rita sat on the corner of my desk and hitched up higher.  She crossed her legs slowly.  She didn’t go for any hosiery and didn’t need to with her gorgeous gams.  I suspected she wasn’t a big fan of underwear either, but I was a gentleman and didn’t notice, of course.

“Tell me about it, Sir, please?” She asked.

No matter what I said or did, she wouldn’t use my name unless there was a client of the cops nearby.  I was Eddy or Mr. Newman then.  I didn’t ask her why.  I knew why, and it did and didn’t sit well with me.

I’d been on a murder case that had led me to a low-life nightclub and its low-life owner.  He’d been Rita’s husband then.  I cased the joint for a while to find my pigeon, but while I did, I saw what he did to her and how he treated her.  Like dirt, like a slave, like a punching bag, and she took it all and kept smiling at him.  I could see the fear in her eyes.

It didn’t bother me a bit when I found out her husband had his hands in too many cookie jars.  The poor schmuck “resisted” my citizen’s arrest with some lead points shot my way.  I was quicker and better.  No one mourned him.  Rita had stuck with me like glue through the whole process.  I’d never even considered having a secretary before.  I just used an answering service like most mooks that did a private eye schtick.

One night, she made me an offer I couldn’t even begin to turn down.  Rita can be very, very persuasive when she sets her mind to it.  We talked about her husband and why she took it all.  Rita confessed to me that she kind of liked the pain.  She’d done some reading up on it and was a maso-something.  To prove it, she begged me to do something to her I hadn’t done to a dame as high class as her before.  

Oh, I’d been known to get a little rough with some of the questionable ladies around town with a smack or spank her and there, but she wanted the whole deal.  She went over my lap, bare assed, and begged for more until she was sobbing.  It also turned her on something fierce.  What she did to me afterwards?  I knew I had no worries gazing anywhere on her at any time.

I got lost in memories and her thighs for a moment, but she let me ruminate and enjoy.  I didn’t miss the slight smirk on her delicious lips as I came back to reality.  

“I don’t deserve you, Rita,” I murmured.

She frowned.  “I beg to differ, and you know I enjoy begging, Sir.” She winked slowly.

Suddenly, my pants were way too tight.  I took a deep breath as she smirked a little more.  

I chose the better part of valor and fled conversationally.  

“This missing husband that everybody keeps telling me took a powder on his old lady.  It just doesn’t fit.  It just doesn’t!”  I was adamant.

“Tell me why it doesn’t.” She told me calmly.  Sliding off the desk, she came around to begin massaging my temples.  It was part of our routine.  I knew where it eventually led and wasn’t sure I wanted to go there, but her fingers began working their magic.

I laid it all out to her from beginning to end.  She helped me visualize it in my mind like notes on a bulletin board.  I started to switch them around and began to see a few connections I had missed, but there was still something I couldn’t grasp.

“Still not all the way there, are you, Sir?” She whispered in my ear.

Damn it.  I knew what was next, but I’d never lie to her.  Never.  “No.” I groaned.

She let go and moved around me to the desk again.  Her eyes flashed in a way that let me know her maso side wanted to play or be played with tonight.  “You know what will fix it.  It always does, Sir.” She began to bend over the edge of the desk and flipped her skirt up in the back.  

Good God!  She was bare under the skirt.

“You always bare?” I asked like an idiot.

She turned to grin.  “Yes, I know you like it when I am so…I never know when I’ll be needed.  A girl needs to be prepared.”

“A regular Girl Scout.” I chuckled.

“Want to know what I got a merit badge in, Sir?” Her eyes half-closed.  “Leather working…you know I love the feel of leather, Sir.  Please?” She wiggled that tight, rounded ass at me.  

Rita knew my secret, too.  She’d felt my erection when I’d spanked her and every time since then.  I enjoyed it.  I enjoyed it a hell of a lot!  

“You know I want it, need it, what’s the problem, Sir?” She whimpered and rubbed her thighs together.

“It’s not fair to you, Rita.  You know I’m not the marrying kind.  I’m not even the one girl kind.  You know that.” I emphasized.

She nodded.  “Yes, you were very clear about that from the beginning.  I accepted it then and still do.”

“Yeah, but you never date any other guys, never look at one even, you stay exclusive to me, and it ain’t fair!” I tried to argue.

She stood up and let her skirt fall back.  “I decide what is and isn’t fair, Sir.  It’s my heart, my body, my pussy, my ass, my tits.  You know I’ve given them to you.  I don’t want anyone else.  I know you always…come back to me.” She winked once more.

Rita could be a nasty little slut when she wanted.  

“As for after, I put a bottle of the oil in your right drawer.” She grinned.

“When did you do that?” I asked in shock.  Baby oil in a guy’s drawer wasn’t always a good thing to have visible.

“You can’t see it straight away.  Give me some credit.  When?  Like I said, a girl needs to be prepared for a time like this.  You’re out of excuses, Sir.  I know…I know you want me and you want to use that belt on me and then take my ass all tender and red until I’m screaming your name and begging to come.”  She turned back to the desk.  This time, she unzipped the skirt and let it fall.

I could clearly see her little light brown patch or strip she kept manicured for me.  She’d asked me, and in a moment of weakness, I’d told her.  She had such a pretty pussy.

“Damn it all to hell, Rita.” I groaned but stood up and undid my belt.

I saw her shiver and lower further, but her toes pointed as she arched her ass higher for me.  Doubling the belt, I went to her right and began to whip her sweet cheeks to a dark red and a beginning shade of purple.

Rita never moved out of position.  Her sobs became moans, and I could smell her arousal like a favorite dish.  My cock knew the scent, and it was so hard it hurt!  I barely put the belt down when she reached with her left hand into the drawer to give me the oil.  

I wasted no time.  Oiling up me and then her, I thrust inside and she took it with a cry of pleasure and a little pain.  Rita wanted to be ridden rough.  No gentle sex for her.  Her blouse became history as she unbuttoned it in a hurry.

Holding her tits in each hand, I used them as leverage to take her deeper and hit the spot she liked.  There!  She purred, moaned, giggled, sobbed, and shook like a leaf.  Her vibrations hit me through my cock as her muscles contracted.  I exploded myself into her with a growl, and her voice hit the high notes that made her sound like a teenage girl.  

I kissed her bare back as I caught my breath.  She was still and compliant as could be.  She wouldn’t move until she knew I was done.  My mind was blessedly blank for a moment.  There was crystal clarity, and then it hit me!  I saw what I had been missing.  It was so easy to see it now, but it had been so elusive.

Laughing softly, I patted her ass possessively.

She snorted softly.  “You got it, didn’t you, Sir?”

“Yeah.” I was loath to admit.

“Will you just believe me next time?  Let’s not do this dance every time? Please, Sir?” She begged, and her heart was all in it.  She was bare to me in more ways than one.  

How could I refuse this when given so entirely?

“Fine.  I’ll believe you.  Does that mean no more massages?” I quipped.

I felt her giggle.  “You know I’d do anything you asked or needed, Sir.  Anything.” She meant it, too.

We cleaned up some, and I took her to dinner somewhere nice.  She squirmed a little on the chair, but she enjoyed it…and so did I.  Every guy in the place couldn’t take their eyes off her, but she was mine: all mine.

I cracked the case the next day and got a nice little stipend for it.  

First thing I did?  Went to a jeweler’s…I knew Rita had her eye on this gold neck band.  It was pretty, dainty, and tried really hard not to look like a collar, but we both knew it was.  I bought it.

She came to my place, and I gave it to her. She cried, hugged me, knelt, and did it all again.  “My place.” She told me.  “I wanna stay the night.”

I sighed.  “How about all the nights?”

Her eyes widened.  

“I’m not talking about a ceremony.  Neither of us wants that for different reasons.” I explained.

She breathed a sigh of relief.  “I’m your piece of ass living in sin with you?”

“You bet that pretty ass, you are.” I smacked it hard.

“Mmm…you know how to win an argument with me, Sir.” She rose and went over my lap.

I bought a cute little heart-shaped pillow for her to sit on at the office, as she rarely sits comfortably anymore.