About seven years ago I was trapped in a job that I really hated, in a finance office with the Bitch from hell as a boss. To begin with she was nice and kind, but as the weeks slowly turned into months she started picking me up on little things I did. She would critise my attire (notice I didn't say dress!) make me re- do work which had been perfect the first time and even pick me up on my bright and happy manner. By Jennifer

After two months of this, I had enough, but I didn't have the guts to walk out or say anything to my colleagues.

Things came to a head when we had to do the financial forecasts for the departments, in at Six each day, typing figures until Nine in the evening. No conversation, No Breaks, just solid concentration. At least I wasn't bored.

But, a few weeks later as the reports were signed off, a few errors were noticed, just two: A decimal point was missed off a figure and so the report was several pounds off, I was blamed and my life was made more hell.

With no work to do I would sit at my desk for hours, watching as every second ticked by. The pain of watching 1pm turn into 5pm was agony.

My hours got worse and after a few weeks I had to make up the time by staying late on my own.

Now, this wasn't such a bad thing, as I had a fax machine next to my desk.

Why is this an advantage?

Well, in the company I worked for, fax machines are not barred from any outside lines, and I had access to all the 0891 and 0898 numbers.

Knowing myself very well, I knew the thought of dressing in feminine attire was a great turn on, and so I would call all the TV lines I could think of. I would draw the blind and let my cock out, and wank off like crazy.

But was the only advantage to the job, and after a while it got kinda dull.

But things were conspiring against me..

One day I was driven to a different part of the country to do some legal work. Basically it was photocopying lots of legal documents and stamping each corner with a number. Dull was not the word. To liven things up a bit, I started writing the numbers on in different coloured pens and in different ways. A backwards 27, an upside down 128, even a misspelt 1076.