Demoted and... Chapter 2

2) Okay, I'll go

I woke up the next morning to find that the scotch had not done such a wonderful job of taking the taste of Jeremy's cum out of my mouth. Nor had it done a great job of ridding last night's events from my mind. It was already nine-thirty, so I figured I would get dressed for work. I opened my closet but my clothes weren't there as promised. It was just full of a bunch of skirts and blouses. I tried the dresser but it was empty save for some hose and panties.

I reflected on the note from last night. You're my secretary now so I want you to look like one. Oh, she couldn't be serious. I went upstairs to the master bedroom but found it locked with another note:

I said your clothes were in your closet. -Carrie

What the fuck? And since when does our bedroom door lock? I went back down to the laundry room but all I could find was a short terrycloth robe. I put it on and went back to my bedroom. I'd be damned if I was going to go to work today if she couldn't even get me some clothes to wear.

An hour passed and I'd taken to playing internet poker. What was she going to do? No sooner did I have that thought did I heard the front door. I could hear Carrie's high heels clicking on the wood floor of the front entry way then into the hallway.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" She asked. "You were supposed to be at work three hours ago and you're not even fucking dressed yet?" I looked up to see her standing in the doorway to my room and, by the look on her face, she was not joking around.

"Sick day. I don't feel so well." I said.

"Oh no, you fucking don't!" She said. She strode over to the closet and grabbed a gray pleated skirt and an off white blouse and threw them on the bed. "Put 'em on!" She commanded.

"And if I don't?" I asked, spinning around in my chair.

"Then I'll have Jeremy help you." She said, kicking a pair of high-heels out of the closet and onto the bedroom floor. What was the deal between her and Jeremy, anyway? Was he in on this? "Jeremy!" She yelled toward the entry way. I could hear the more pronounced thump of a man's shoes coming down the hallway. "Our secretary says he isn't feeling well. Can you give him something to cheer him up?"