Chapter 1, Part 1: The Seductress

Howdy! This is my first SSBHM focused story and first upload to the website! Dominant SSBHM feedees are so rare and I happen to absolutely enjoy the very few I can find. I decided to add to the small pile with this story!
I know, the seducing the CEO trope has been done to death, but I’ve never seen one that features a dominant boss rather than a self-conscious one.

I hope you enjoy this! It's a slow burn at first, but picks up! I plan to add more chapters and eventually there will be X-rated elements. This first chapter was supposed to be longer but didn’t realize the max characters. Some stylization has been removed due to having to copy & paste.

Let me know what you think in the comments!
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THE WOLF


“Ah, yes, you must be Ms. Smith?”

A hand outstretched. A shake.

“Yes, ma’am, I am! I’m so excited about the secretary position! I know I can bring so much to the company!”

“I appreciate your enthusiasm, Ms. Smith, but you’ve already got the job, so calm down and make yourself at home!”

Such casualness. Perfect!

Lucy Smith followed behind her new manager. She wasn’t the usual suspect in such a position. The young woman made sure her cleavage was accentuated, picking just barely acceptable skirts to meet the dress code, and spending over an hour each morning to doll herself up. Brunette hair curled; soft and inviting.

Why?

Because she knows how to play the game.

Her game? Seduce the CEO. The Big Cheese. The Boss of Bosses. The one that can make sure she keeps her position or helps her rise through the ranks.

It had been quite easy thus far until her prior job replaced the all too ready male CEO with a severe, older woman. For several years, the old executive had shelved the multitude of HR complaints against her, but the new CEO found them and did her due diligence to ensure she was “let go”.

Jealous bitch.

Luckily, Lucy still had references from prior jobs. Many before she realized she could use her feminine wiles to get cozy with the boss, which, more often than not, was an older man looking for a new pretty young bird willing to tweet and puff out her feathers for him.

She was able to win this new position by lying about a decision to travel abroad. Mid-twenties and stories of how she spent time helping underprivileged people in some far-off country meant a new employer would make no effort to validate her lie. It was all she needed to get her foot in the door. They didn’t need to know about the job she just lost only a few weeks prior.

Such a pretty young thing. Of course they’d give her a pass on her few years of being absent from the workforce!

Lucy, though she was readily able to switch to a ditzy, pretty girl, wasn’t stupid. She’s learned from her mistakes and her last job was riddled with so many that she had to spend a considerable amount of mental gymnastics to figure out a better way to win “the game”.

She had become complacent. It was so easy for her to woo the boss of the last company, that she started to drift away from her duties. Other employees caught on fast and the documents sent to the Human Resources department and then sent to her boss, started flooding in. She had convinced herself that no permanent repercussions would ever rear their ugly head, but the gossip had somehow made its way to his wife and he had readily resigned his position.

Lucy had to do better now. Sure, she could just be a normal office worker. A secretary to the CEO and a responsible, respectful adult just trying to get by, but, well, why? She knew she could get so much more in her career if she just flaunted her assets a tad. With a boss so willing to forgive minor mistakes, Lucy could continue to enjoy her flights of fancy with one-night stands and submissive boyfriends that she would always ultimately leave if a new unsuspecting victim were to step into the spotlight. However, she had agreed with herself: to not allow herself to get too swallowed up in her chess match and make an honest, or at least, half-honest, attempt at work.

Her manager, Mrs. Hernandez, expertly weaved her way through a multitude of traveling workers to bring them both to an elevator.

“I do apologize for having you meet me on this floor, but the bullpen is quite busy today. I’ll be accompanying you to our CEO’s floor and will make sure you are comfortable. Mr. Schneider can be…quite demanding, but he’ll give you a grace period to acclimate yourself to the position,” she imparted as they both stepped into the waiting elevator and the woman readily pressed the button for the top floor. She didn’t even need to look.

Lucy nodded enthusiastically while the information about Mr. Schneider ran through her mind.

Unlike her prior job, Mr. Leon Schneider was a mystery. Her research had come up with information about the powerful tech-based business Lupus Enterprises, but all she could find about the CEO that ruled over it was a 10-year-old photo of a young, early 20’s man smiling at a camera with an air of confidence palpable to the eye. His face appeared to be molded by Michelangelo himself. A body hidden by a tailored suit, and tie expertly chosen to accentuate his wardrobe, yet not too powerful to take your eyes away from his piercing blue eyes and perfectly combed blonde hair. Lucy had scoffed: it didn’t take much to create a facade for the camera and hired wardrobe and makeup artists could easily create such an illusion.

Everyman she had ever met, shoulders back and spine straight, an attempt at convincing those around them they were the greatest thing since Jesus, would always end up becoming putty in her expert hands. It wasn’t just bosses, but those men that had come up to her in a bar and immediately made clear their supposed wanting assets. Bulging muscles, six-packs, and just enough of a University education normally cause a typical woman of the same caliber to spin and immediately beg for intimacy. All were, deep down, submissive little men all too ready to be dominated by an attractive female.

They were fun toys to play with for an evening, but her uncanny ability to disappear was a prime example of professional ghosting. If they were particularly well in bed, she’d spend extra time. Maybe a month, maybe two, until she would take up her post as the queen of separation, leaving them in tears and texts of laughable begging.

The elevator dinged and Mrs. Hernandez motioned for Lucy to exit. She was immediately underwhelmed by the…normalcy of the top floor. Usually, wherever the boss’s office was located, it was built out to create an air of opulence and prominence. It was always so very funny to her. The decor was just a facade for a sad, little man that used mommy and daddy’s connections to weasel his way up to the top. Once she played her cards, however, these men would melt and ask for her primacy to overtake them.

Despite the mediocrity of the CEO’s top floor, Lucy was sure she could creep her way into his desperate heart and pull all the strings. As Mrs. Hernandez continued her trek, Lucy noticed the auspicious massive glass in-cased office with dark blinds closed. She could only assume it was the CEO’s. To the left and right, however, she saw more, smaller offices which caught her off guard.

“Huh…” She accidentally said out loud.

Mrs. Hernandez stopped and turned towards her, an arched eyebrow.

“A problem, Ms. Smith?”

“Oh, uh, I just wasn’t expecting other offices on this floor.”

“Yes, I suppose it may be a bit odd compared to your prior experiences. Mr. Schneider prefers the COO and other C-level executives on the same floor as himself. He believes it ensures faster communication and creates a better bond between him and those he counts on to make everything work around here.”

“I suppose that makes sense,” Lucy agreed, though it left her with slight worry over how to enact her clandestine plan.

Mrs. Hernandez beckoned her to follow with a wave of her hand and soon they were in front of a desk right outside the CEO’s office. A top-model MacBook and a shiny new iPhone sat on the sparse surface.

“This will be your station. As with the other executives, Mr. Schneider prefers his secretary close instead of in a lobby. He isn’t too fond of wasting paper and will give you work through the Mac and communicate with you through the company cell phone. This way, he can contact you even if you’re away from your desk,” Mrs. Hernandez explained.

Lucy blinked slowly. This was different from her prior positions and being on-call wasn’t what she was expecting. Before, she could easily slip away and use the excuse of not hearing the landline phone. She could do whatever she wanted at that time and normally what she wanted was to flirt or bang a co-worker in the locked break room.

There wouldn’t be an excuse any longer.

“I’ll let Mr. Schneider know you’re here.” Mrs. Hernandez started to walk away, but Lucy stopped her.

“Um, ma’am? Should I tag along? Introduce myself?”

The older woman chuckled. “No, that won’t be necessary. Mr. Schneider will decide when and if he needs to meet you personally. As of right now, just complete any tasks he assigns you through e-mail and direct any calls that come through the company phone.”

Lucy eyed the iPhone and Mrs. Hernandez took notice.

“The phone has an app you’ll be using to forward calls to his own. I’m sure you’ll figure it out easily.” And with that, she knocked on the office door and Lucy could barely make out a gruff, “Come in,” before her superior entered. Lucy wasn’t able to catch a glimpse.

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The next few weeks were some of the hardest Lucy had ever experienced.

By now, she would have seduced the company’s Big Boss and reaped the benefits of the partiality, but she hadn’t had even a sliver of a chance. Just as Mrs. Hernandez said, Mr. Schneider didn’t care to meet her face-to-face. Her only interactions were through emails and instant messages on her MacBook or through one-sentence voice calls, but even those were scarce. It seemed the man in charge preferred text messages over any sort of real conversation. She had attempted to answer the few calls with a sultry voice laced with fake wanting, but the man paid it no mind as he quickly demanded a task, hanging up with not as much as a ‘Goodbye’.

Lucy did appreciate his deep voice, an air of confidence she couldn’t quite decipher as real or a veneer. It was all too quick to figure out.

She had expected a chance to meet him by the customary ‘secretary needs to grab coffee or lunch’, but even that didn’t happen. The man preferred the ease of a delivery app over asking her to fetch anything. Lucy had even started to wonder if meetings were taking place regularly, the executives having entered while she was running an errand. The multiple delivery bags are her only hint.

Most of the quests she was sent on amounted to visiting different floors to personally ask for something or another. She couldn’t help but wonder why since she was sure any of these people had an email.

By the end of her first month, Lucy had to admit she was exhausted. She had never had to work so hard before and she was wondering how much longer it would take to finally play chess with the head honcho.

Lucy had become so fed up with the wait and stacking work that she finally bit the bullet and sent her boss an email.

Mr. Schneider,

As I have been working here for almost a month, I feel it would be prudent to finally formally meet. I believe you will be quite happy with my ability as well as my presence. I know you pride yourself on close relationships with your executives and think we could make a bond of our own.

I look forward to your response.

-Lucy Smith, Secretary to the CEO of Lupus Enterprises

She grinned as she clicked Send. The small bit of innuendo couldn’t be missed, she just knew it! This would warrant a quick meet and greet between the two of them and then it would be smooth sailing for her from now on.

The hours went by and Lucy was stumped as to why she hadn’t received a response. She had been expecting an immediate answer. She knew the man had no family. No wife or children to make him contemplate. So why wasn’t he responding?

Finally, right before she was about to pack up and go home to crash, a new email popped up. She giddily clicked it but deflated at the reply.

Ms. Smith,

I shall consider this.

-Leon Schneider, CEO of Lupus Enterprises

Into consideration?! What was wrong with this man? She put herself out there on a silver platter and this was all she received back?

Lucy angrily grabbed her purse and entered the elevator. This time, however, she was joined by two executives chatting under their breath. For a moment she wondered if it would be worth her time to tempt either of them, but her irritation kept her from thinking about it further.

She did perk up her ears as she made out parts of their conversation.

“Did you see him when he came in this morning?”

“Yeah! I was here early to prepare for the meeting.”

“You had a meeting with him? I only got a glimpse. Is it as bad as it seems?”

“Oh, yeah! Those huge delivery bags aren’t an illusion. Affecting his waistline even more!”

Before she could hear anymore, the elevator had reached the parking level, and the two men left, their conversation continuing as they made their way to assigned spaces.

Lucy stood in the elevator in shock. Happy shock. So, Mr. Schneider likes to eat and it sounds like he is chubby. This was perfect! She had been with a few men over the years, paunches visible and their confidence diminished. They were some of the easiest to break as all of them wanted to be ruled over by an attractive woman.

A dastardly smile spread over her face and she barely kept the elevator doors from closing. As she made her way to her vehicle, Lucy’s mind was a flutter with plans.

This should end up being quite easy.
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Lucy stared at her computer screen with frustration. The return email had come late Monday, but it was now Friday, and still no further response. She whipped her head around to glower at the shaded office. No one had put down her advances yet and she was starting to wonder if he had forgotten.

She turned back to her laptop and tried to type up another email, but stopped as a new one popped up.

Ms. Smith,

I have considered your proposal to properly meet and think it would be an excellent idea. You are right that I prefer to have good relationships with my employees and you have been putting in a bit of work. Considering that your workload will only increase after this grace period, it would be prudent to have a conversation about your responsibilities.

I will expect your presence at 1 pm sharp, after lunch.

-Leon Schneider, CEO of Lupus Enterprises

Lucy blinked rapidly. This was not the response she was expecting. A bit of work? Grace period? He had to be kidding! And ‘I will expect your presence’? Was this some kind of joke to him?

She loudly typed back.

Mr. Schneider,

Thank you for your quick response! I will see you after lunch!

-Lucy Smith, Secretary to the CEO of Lupus Enterprises

Before she could read it over, Lucy sent the passive-aggressive email. Maybe he needed a little taste of her authority. Although his words had struck a chord, Lucy knew she was finally about to have the CEO wrapped around her little finger. Once she attached her metaphorical leash, this job would become much, much easier. At last, she would have the energy to prowl the bars and nightclubs for new unsuspecting victims and enjoy her evenings again.

Lunch couldn’t come fast enough.

Lucy was going over her mental playbook when she was distracted by an Ubereats delivery. The name-brand bag looked as if it was close to bursting and the man carrying it was straining to bring it to the door of Mr. Schneider’s office. He knocked a few times and the same deep voice she had heard over the phone beckoned him to enter.

Before, she had always assumed a meeting was happening behind those blinds as she was normally off on another floor, but this time she knew it had to be for only one person. The conversation she had eavesdropped on made more sense now, but still…that was quite a bit of food for one person. Maybe he kept half to take home in the evening for dinner?

Now paying more attention, Lucy noticed the strange look on the deliverer’s face as he exited the office. His eyes were wide and he shook his head, muttering under his breath, “Doesn’t matter. Good tip,” then made his way to the elevator.

Huh.

That was strange.

She peered at the clock at the bottom-right of her screen. 12:05 pm. Only 55 more minutes until this ‘meeting’ could get underway. Her excitement grew as she continued her tedious work.

In no time, it was 1 pm. Lucy stood up and brushed off her tight green blouse and hardly modest matching skirt. She had been wearing different sensual clothing throughout the week in hopes that one day, her boss would finally invite her in. She was happy with the look. The color of her clothes accentuated her brown hair and contrasted nicely with her pin-up red lipstick. She carefully primped up her breasts to cause a decent amount of cleavage and centered herself.

It was showtime.