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unsexiest, granniest panties I own. White cotton briefs that go up past my belly button. He would hate these.
    That almost makes me smile, before I force the thought out of my head. He won’t be seeing these. That’s the entire point.
    When I get to the office and find William not there yet, I’m both relieved and disappointed. Part of me had wanted to have this conversation right away, so that we could start this week on the right foot. But part of me is grateful to be able to put it off for another little while.
    I sit at my desk and get to work. My filing project is mostly finished by now, so I start putting together a list of contracts that need to be scanned and digitized.
    Hours tick by and still no William. By mid-afternoon, I’m actually starting to worry a little. He’s always been by the office at least some point during the day, and if he’s going to be out all day he usually lets me know.
    But soon I hear his growling voice coming down the hall. It sounds like he’s in a bad mood. I can hear him barking out orders to people as he makes his way towards his office — and no doubt they’re all scrambling in his wake, trying to do whatever impossible task he’s asked of them. I’ve only been here a couple of weeks and I’ve already noticed that every single person in the company jumps the second he even glances their way.
    And here was I, disobeying a direct order.
    When he comes in to the office he glares at me. His steely gaze bores right into me and already I’m doubting my plan to end this.
    “In my office. Now.”
    “Mr. Godrich, I …”
    “Goddammit, I said now , Claire.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    There is something about Mr. Godrich when he gets like this … something that just drives me to obey him. It’s like I can’t say no.
    And despite my earlier intentions, I’m not sure I want to.
    I follow my boss into his office. He slams the door closed behind us and I jump.
    “Take off your dress.”
    “Excuse me?”
    “You heard me. Take off your dress.”
    Somewhere in my head is a voice of reason. That voice is still insisting that this is crazy. My boss just told me to take off my dress. Is there any part of me that thinks this is a good idea?
    There must be. Because my hands are already moving of their own accord, reaching down to the hem of my dress and lifting it slowly, pulling it up over my head. The way he’s looking at me, with that scorching intensity, makes me feel like a match about to be struck.
    Not until too late do I remember those goddamned granny panties.
    “What are those?” William barks. He sounds pissed.
    I look down at the ground and don’t say anything.
    “Did I not tell you on Friday that you are expected to come to work with no panties on?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “And you purposefully disobeyed me?”
    I can’t meet his eyes. “Yes, sir.”
    Mr. Godrich moves behind his desk and opens a drawer. He rummages around for something and then pulls out a huge pair of metal scissors. They gleam in the late afternoon sunlight that’s streaming into his office. I swallow.
    Mr. Godrich approaches me slowly, twirling the shears in his hands.
    “You really don’t leave me any choice here, Claire.”
    “Yes, sir.” Those seem to be the only words I can get out of my mouth.
    Mr. Godrich is standing so close to me I can feel his hot breath on my neck…and then the cold metal of the scissors against my belly.
    I gasp at the shock of it, and at the primal fear that kicks in when a blade is resting against your skin. Mr. Godrich points the shears downwards and starts cutting, making his way through the thin fabric of those stupid panties.
    As he cuts lower, the safe edge of the metal blade presses against the sensitive skin of my mound, and then lower still, until I feel it nudge against my clit.
    I cry out but I’m terrified too move, in case I cause him to accidentally cut me.
    He keeps cutting down, until the whole front half of the panties are shorn in half. Then he moves