The Sisterhood

Chapter IV (Magda)

Magda spoke up, “I guess it’s my turn to add to the litany of sad stories, I was Roger’s executive secretary, I don’t suppose you know it yet but only executive secretaries get abused on the bosses desk, the rest of the ladies are met at their homes.

The Greenwoods, and it started with John always choose some of the single girls for their attention, well Edith was a widow but, I’ve never heard of one of them pursuing a married gal. I suppose they want to avoid husband problems and they always go after someone who’s financially distresses, I guess we’ve all been turned into whores, we continue, even now, Edna’s seventy-eight, Edith’s sixty-nine and I’m sixty-five yet we continue to endure and, yes, it’s for the money. Martha, you’re still working there, why did you stay after Thursday?”

I was blunt and I was terse, “The money, Magda, the money,” I answered.

My story’s just a little different, see, I was Roger’s lover. Sure he had other women, I knew about Edith and there were others but it didn’t matter, he was my lover.

Our sex was not the violent battering that Edith experienced nor the pain that Edna got, no, Roger was kind to me. I was his executive secretary and I was his right hand. Sometimes we did cavort on his desk but more often we went to a nice hotel after diner and a show. He liked to take me on business trips with him; he needed his secretary of course. He’d rent adjoining rooms for appearances sake but we’d only use one.

He wasn’t an accomplished lover, like Edna pointed out; he could be a crude man but with me he tried to show tenderness. If I tell the truth, I still miss him, the good times we had.

I was heartbroken when he passed away and I was quite concerned about my job. An executive secretary’s position is unlike any other in the company, more an extension of a particular executive than an employee, often when there is a transition she goes, too, I was worried about that.

Roger had been my lover but he was a niggardly man, cheap and miserly, our pay was below what others in the industry received, there were no benefits and our pension plan was a joke. Whatever else we may say about Lawrence, he is generous and he gets maximum performance from his staff, the company’s more profitable than it’s ever been despite what he pays out. People want to work at Greenwood & Associates and he hires the best.

But I’ve gotten off track. I was worried, even more so when Lawrence asked to meet in his office on Tuesday evening. Everyone except he and I had left for the evening when I entered, he asked me to shut the door and have a seat. I did so.

“Magda, I want to talk about the job as my executive secretary, I know you and Father worked closely, you know his style. Mine won’t be the same.”

We all knew Lawrence, he’d worked summers when he was in high school and college then had become full time when he graduated with his degree in business management. He had experience working in all of the departments of the firm. His most recent position was as executive vice president of sales; he’d already started recruiting his young guns.

He went on, “Compensation and benefits are going to be upgraded, our total package will set the industry standard and our retirement program will be unrivaled. I want the best employees, I’ll demand effort, dedication and loyalty and I’m prepared to pay to get it. Your position for example, my executive secretary’s salary will be…

He quoted a number that exceeded my pay by nearly three times. He went on to explain the benefit package and explained it would be completely company paid.

“Magda, I’m not so sure we could work together though. What do you have, three more years ‘til you can retire; maybe there might be something in the steno pool?”

I honestly thought I was going to faint, from executive secretary to a pool stenographer, even if the pay was the same the humiliation would be unbearable.

“Please Lawrence, I’m certain I could make myself invaluable to you, I know all of our major clients, most on a first name basis, I’ve been to dinner, have had the chance to interact with them socially, I know we can work together,” I was pleading.

“Magda, just a couple of things, I’m Mr. Greenwood in the office now, Lawrence was fine but now that I head the firm, I believe Mr. Greenwood is more appropriate; after all, you did address Father as Mr. Greenwood, at least in the office, isn’t that correct?”

“Yes, Mr. Greenwood.”

“Thank you Magda, now, I think we could work together but we need to get some things out into the open, you will not be my lover, you will be my secretary. If I want more, I’ll let you know, is that clear?”

“Yes, Mr. Greenwood.”

“Fine, now I have one request, only one. If you agree to it you’ll start tomorrow morning as my executive secretary at the salary I mentioned. If you should to decline my request you’ll need to clear out your personal effects, you may report to the steno pool in the morning or resign. It will be your choice, I’m not going to attempt to force you to do anything, do we understand each other?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. Magda in that drawer is something I want you to get and bring to me.”

I opened the drawer; it contained only one object that no doubt still resides there. I picked up a large jar of Vaseline. Vaseline, I thought that odd.

“Please open it and bring it to me,” he asked.

He’d pushed back his chair and was standing waiting for me. It wasn’t until then that I noticed that the surface of his desk was completely cleared. I handed the opened jar to him. He sat it to the side on the desk.

“Magda, I’m going to ask you to do something now, something you probably won’t want to do. Remember, your other options are still open, so you still have a choice.

He took my shoulders and turned me so that I was facing back out across the office.

“Magda, please lean across my desk.”

I looked back over my shoulder at him. He nodded, go ahead. I suddenly understood my options, acquiesce to his demands or hit the road, I went for the money.

Once I was sprawled on the surface he said, “Magda, please lift your skirt above your hips.”

I complied.

He rolled my panties down, “Step out of those Magda.”

“Ok, now spread your legs, I want to see what was so enticing to Father.”

He just surveyed me, I felt like a horse at auction having its health checked. He probed me, my stomach, then my sex organs, there was nothing romantic about it, it was purely clinical.

“I don’t want to seem to be insulting Magda, but I really don’t see the attraction, esthetically, I find my mother far more alluring.”

His mother, Roger’s wife was five years my junior and a beautiful woman, I’d had the same thought from time to time.

He went on, “You know, Magda, Mother is a very beautiful woman yet because of you my Father virtually ignored her. When I was sixteen she turned to me for solace, she was my first lover.”

She broke from her story, “Edna, Edith and Martha, I want you to listen closely to what he told me next.”

She carried on.

“Magda, she was fearful of becoming impregnated, you were consuming all of my Father’s frightfully meager sexual energies, had she become pregnant he’d have known it wasn’t his, so I wasn’t permitted vaginal penetration.”

I was a little befuddled the first time, she said, Lawrence, there’s a jar of Vaseline in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, please get it. When I returned with it she explained what she wanted done.

“Magda, because of you my Mother became my lover that day but also because of you I’ve only known Mother, in a carnal sense, analy. Have you had the pleasure of anal sex Magda?”

I told him no, I thought it was dirty, I’d never do that. I still thought he wanted my vagina. I was soon disabused of that idea.

“Magda, this is the last time I’m going to ask, would you like to leave now.”

“No Mr. Greenwood.”

“Magda, this is for my Mother,” he said and he spanked me.

He was pressing down on the small of my back, holding me down while the other hand whaled my bottom, he was hitting me with crashing blows, alternating from cheek to cheek

Finally he stopped, “Magda now I’ll have the pleasure of teaching you what I learned in my Mother’s bed. Don’t get up, I’ll be right back.”

He stepped away from me and I heard that now too familiar snap of rubber on flesh, he’d donned his glove. I saw him dip his hand into the jar of Vaseline; he pulled my cheeks apart and crammed his finger up my ass. It hurt and I cried out.

“Oh that was nice Magda, like a soprano exercising her voice in preparation for her aria, and Magda, you will sing for me tonight.”

Everything else followed swiftly, the fingers came out and his cock broke in. My sphincter had clamped shut when the invading fingers were removed, I was tight, my muscles clinched when he shoved into me, I screamed, never had I experienced such intense pain, I knew he’d torn me and as it developed, he had. It didn’t matter to him he just said,

“Scream for me, that’s right Magda, scream for me.”

I shrieked at the top of my lungs, “Nooo, nooo, you bastard, nooo.”

“No Magda, I’m no bastard, if Father had knocked you up your puppy would have been though, isn’t that right Magda, did they ever suck one out of you, did you ever have an abortion, get rid of one of my half sibs?”

I thought, no, he can’t know about that, too.

He didn’t he really didn’t it was just one more thing he could say to make me suffer.

I was pinned to the desk surface and he was thrusting into me so hard my feet were being lifted from the floor; he was railing at me, “Scream you bitch, scream, scream.”

“Oh please Lawrence stop, you’re killing me,NOOOOOOOOO, God no more.”

I couldn’t endure it and I couldn’t stop it, I fainted on the desk top. My next memory was of a painful slap against my bottom.

“Get out of my office and get cleaned up Magda, you’re a mess. By the way, we’ll have an organizational meeting every Tuesday at six, plan appropriately.”

So, like you already know, I’m Magda and I’m Tuesday.