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Subject: {ASSM} Scenes from the life of Hans Schultz, part 2
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Scenes from the life of Hans Schultz, part 2 by
hans_schultz_2004@yahoo.com

September, 20. 1978

Gentlemen: I don't really want you to think this as my diary.
These words are merely just booknotes, that I've decided to write
down. And for a very simple reason. Someday in the future I'll
still want to get back to my past. And because of these
booknotes, I can easily remember every detail and get much larger
enjoyment out of my past deeds. In spite of this fact, I want to
write these words for you, gentlemen, because some day, maybe
even after my death, you may find and read these stories. I'm not
really into literature, but then again, I guess that's not
bothering anyone very much.

During the last couple of weeks my life has changed a lot. And
not for the worse. As you might remember, some time ago I met
this man, Heinz Brunner, at my local. After that he has turned
out to be my working mate and, most important of all, propably my
best and only friend. You know, I've got him a job. Today I fired
my secretary and hired Heinz for her place. In a way it's a pity,
because my ex-secretary is quite a sexy cunt, but still I had a
good reason to get rid of her. I can't find any use for a
uneducated, female secretary who doesn't allow me to screw her.
Let me tell you:

I don't think that anyone of you really cares to know what her
name is, but I'll tell it anyway. Her name is Anna. I had been
watching her from the day I hired her to our office. I
practically spent all my days thinking of a good way to approach
her. Yesterday I finally made my decision. I asked her to work
overtime with me. To take care of some unfinished paper work that
I couldn't take care of myself. Naturally that wasn't true. I
couldn't be much less interested in the unfinished business of
our firm. Anyway, she agreed to stay, and that was what I was
after. I knew that she's not doing very well financially and
working overtime is quite well paid. I handed her a couple of
papers, just to keep her busy until the rest of the workers had
left. But as soon as I was sure that we were alone, I walked to
her desk just to notice that she wasn't there. She was down on
the floor seacrhing for some papers from the lowest archive
drawer. I went to her and tapped her ass with my hand, as I have
used to do.

  "Please, mr. Schultz", she said with a frustrated tone. She
always says so. Then she just continued searching her papers.

  I've never been able to understand that "Please mr.
Schultz"-thing. What the hell ? I suppose a foreman is allowed to
tap her secretary's ass from time to time, if he wants to. It
shouldn't be too much to ask, or what do you think ? Her contract
had a statement that she should be wearing a decent outfit during
her working hours. At this case the word "decent" means the same
as the words "tight" and "sexy". An so, there she was, with her
ass up, her panties clearly visible and because of that, my cock
was hard as a rock. All women are whores. I took out my wallet.
And out of my wallet I took out 300 D-marks, which I placed on
her desk. After that I released my aching cock from my pants and
went again to her. I lifted her up, placed her hand on my member
and whispered in her ear:

  "Anna baby, be good to me. Let's fuck. I love you, Anna.
There's 300 DMs on your desk. You can keep it and I'll give you
even more, if you want. Go on...grab it tight...yes..."

But even if I asked so nicely, her hand didn't start moving on my
cock. She pulled it away and tried to push me away from her.

  "What's this supposed to mean, mr. Schultz ?",  she said and
went on with her struggling.

   "Anna darling, I've been desperate to have you since you came
to the house. You are so sexy, Anna."

I didn't give up. I forced my tongue in her mouth and started
playing with her tongue. My hand found its way under her skirt
and I started to rub her pussy through her panties.

  "Does it feel good, Anna ?  Your pussy is already wet. You want
this, I can see it in your eyes."

For some unbelievable reason, the bitch wasn't still touching my
cock, so I took her hand in mine and moved it onto my crotch. I
started rubbing myself with her hand. But then she suddenly
started to fight and pushed me. I almost lost my balance.

  "Take your hands off me !  Don't touch me " Get away form me
!", she started to scream and took few steps away fom me.

She stared me with an angry expression on her face, just like I
was to be some kind of burglar or some other criminal in her
mind. She had fisted her hands so tightly, that her knuckles were
all white.

  "Come on, Anna. What's the matter", I cooed. "Take that money.
It's for you", I pointed to her desk and went on, "Anna, I just
have to have you, I just have to.."

I started walking to her, but then, suddenly I felt a blow
landing on my left cheek. The fucking cunt had backhanded my
face. I stopped.

  "I am not your whore ! I am your secretary !", she yelled.

I smiled. The chick wants it rough, I thought and started to
approach her again, but she went on with her yelling.

  "Don't come near me !  Goddamnit !  If you are getting even an
inch closer still, I will kick your nuts !"

Holy fuck, what a situation. I had been sure that the "mr.
Schultz"-thing and her polite behaviour had always been just
faking. Now suddenly she was about to kick my nuts in. What the
fuck I was supposed to do ?  To take her out for a dinner or some
shit like that ?  It was getting hard for me to control myself,
and to be quite honest, I was beginning to think that it would be
easy to take care of that cunt. Just like it was easy to take
care of the punk rock-bitch in the park a couple of days ago. But
you'll have to stay in your senses. I can't do that in my office.
It'll bring just bad reputation. I was pissed off. My cock went
limp. I walked to her desk, put my money back to my wallet and my
cock back to my slacks. As I turned around to face her, she burst
into tears.

  "What's the fucking treasure you're hiding there between your
legs, huh ?  Listen bitch, don't think too much of yourself. As
shitty secretary as you are, is supposed to give a piece of her
pussy to her boss. You are nothing but an over spoiled whore.
Your father should have beaten you a bit more often to make you
learn.", I told her the truth.

Tears were running down her cheeks. I couldn't stand the pathetic
woman in my eyes anymore, so I went on:

  "Well, what are you still standing there for ?  You're free to
go, get the hell out of here !  I'm expecting to see you here
tomorrow morning at eight o'clock sharp, as usual."

I sat down at my desk, lit up a cigarette and started reading a
porn mag. The slut took her purse and her coat and walked out.
Still crying. I can't understand women. I called Heinz and went
to bar with him. To drink my brains out. I can't remember a thing
of the late night. My second picture is my wife waking me up at
seven o'clock to eat my breakfast and to get to work. I had been
sleeping wearing my suit.

Next morning she was there, as usual, eight o'clock, as I was
too. I was behaving like nothing had happened, very officially,
but Anna looked like she had just shit her pants. Well, I did
make sure to make out "sexist" remarks of her and complained that
she was wearing a too short skirt. The same skirt that she
usually wore, but what the fuck, it was none of my interest
anymore.      "Anna, go get yourself a bit more decent clothing.
You look like a whore."

 That's quite an ordinary way of behaviour at our office. We, who
have been there for ages, have really nothing to motivate us
anymore, so we use to have fun by making the young, female
employees go run for things that we have just made up. Teasing
them is a nice way to spend your boring working hours. As I left
to have my lunch, I left a note to Anna's desk.   "The company
doesn't need your services anymore. Here enclosed you will find
the money that we owe you. Thank you." When I came back, she
wasn't there anymore. Right according to my plan. I called Heinz
and he could start at his new job right away. Naturally we will
have to pay him more than we paid to Anna, but after all it's
very well worth that. At last we have an employee who knows how
to work, how to keep company and, the most important of all,
understands clear talking. To put it in a more simple way: Aman.

I just have to say that I really thought that a young girl like
her could be able to think for herself. She has a three years old
child, but not a husband. And without any education it really
won't be easy for her to get a new job.  She should have thought
twice before saying no to me. I suppose we will find her from the
red light district, selling her beaver. One day I'll possibly go
there to do some shopping. Who knows ? I still really would like
to have a taste at her.

To be honest, I was going to get Anna fired anyway, sooner or
later, but now she solved that problem all by herself. We had
already made a deal with Heinz in our preliminary discussions the
night we first met each other. As I have mentioned before, we had
had a very enjoyable night, and as we later went back to my house
the atmosphere wasn't exactly very tired. On our way I spoke
about my wife, told that she's a pain in the ass for me. We both
agreed that something should be corrected here. Quite heavily
drunk we got to the front door. All the lights were out and
everything was quiet. I had some difficulties getting the door
open, but finally we got in. I got out a bottle of brandy and we
started to listen to some old war-time marches. After all, we
were just young enough back then to take part of the WWII. In the
future I must find some time to write a couple of words about it
too. It didn't take very long until my wife got out of our
bedroom, glowered at us and went to the bathroom. Obviously we
had woken her up. I spoke to Heinz:

  "Are you hungry ?  We might get something small to eat."

  "Well, yes I might be, but don't bother fixing anything just
for me...", he started modestly, but stopped as I stood up. I
suppose he understood what I had in mind.

I walked after my wife to the bathroom. She was sitting on the
toilet as I entered.

  "Wife, go and fix up something to eat for us men. I'm starting
to feel a bit hungry. No wonder, having not had any dinner
today.", I reminded her.

 She raised her head and I saw that her eyes were still black and
blue after having the taste of my fists earlier that day.
However, that was all she did before turning her head away.

  "Don't be fucking pathetic, woman !  We have a guest in the
house and I suppose you are the housewife here ?  Have I
understood right ? Get your ass to the kitchen and do your job
!", I was about to lose my temper.


Feedback welcomed at: hans_schultz_2004@yahoo.com

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