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GOOD HELP IS HARD TO FIND
1.
Audrey Koenig was a woman ahead of her time. In our booming
town, there were few women who went beyond high school and
even fewer who used it to run their own business. Audrey
went from law school straight into a junior partnership,
but then left in 1952 when she realized that a female
lawyer was merely a senior coffee maker. Since starting her
own practice she had made the news a number of times. That
publicity had made her a successful, and independent
lawyer. Even with all that working for her, she preferred
to work light. She tended to hire specialists like
investigators or researchers when she needed them. The only
thing she felt she just had to have full time in the office
was an assistant. She'd been through half a dozen in less
than a year when I walked though the door.
"Don't feel bad Sweetie," she smiled a wolf's smile as she
handed me a worn, but well cared for box, "all of my
assistants have to wear them."
I could feel the heat rising up my face as I took the pink
satin wrapped box in nervous hands. Putting it on my new
desk I looked up at her and she could see the fear in my
eyes.
"Oh, you're looking so scared Mary, but don't worry, you
don't have to wear them outside of work if you don't want
to. The only rule is that as long as you're in this office,
you're wearing them. Is that clear?"
She sat on the edge of my desk and crossed her legs. Her
office skirt clung tightly to her long legs and her blouse
starkly outlined her perfect breasts. Her richly textured
clothes seemed to amplify the smooth perfection of her
white skin and made her dark blue eyes seem even more
magnetic. Her rich auburn hair was perfectly coiffed; she
looked more like a Life magazine model than my new boss.
"Think of them as a symbol, like my renaming you Mary. It
helps me to manage you and it helps you to be managed by
me."
The interview from the week before flashed back in my mind
as I reached to open the box with shaking hands.
"Do you have any problem working for a woman?" she'd asked,
examining me with an openness that I'd found a little
disconcerting, "do you think that your gender makes you
superior?"
"No and No," I'd answered, "I think it's all about the
person."
"I don't have time for prima-donnas or fools. You seem
intelligent enough, are you willing to do what you're
told?"
"Yes ma'am." I'd replied earnestly.
"You start Monday."
The box looked vaguely like a nicely decorated hatbox. I
pried off the lid and looked inside. The device inside
seemed to exude feelings of terror, subordination and a
frantic kind of nervousness. I reached in with shaking
hands and withdrew it; her eyes were watching me intently
the entire time. It looked vaguely like a brassiere, but in
the place of cups were two large, perfectly formed, rubber
breasts. I stood up awkwardly and began unbuttoning my
shirt with uncooperative hands. Finally naked from the
waist up, I picked up the strappy breasts and began putting
them on. She made no effort to help or suggest anything,
but merely sat there on the side of my desk watching me
fumble with the thing. It took a few minutes, but when I
was done, the two heavy, round breasts hung from me looking
surprisingly natural.
"Perfect," she purred with a slight smile on her face, "how
do they feel?"
"Heavy?" I answered, still in shock from the whole
situation. I felt more exposed than if I'd been standing
naked in a crowd.
"Well Mary, we've got a busy day ahead of us today. Get
yourself dressed again and we'll get to it."
She was right. By lunch I'd written half a dozen letters
and done more office work than in a typical day at any
other office. She liked to do multiple tasks
simultaneously, something that her other assistants
apparently hadn't been able to handle.
"Mary! Have you finished the writing and file those cases?"
Ms. Koenig asked as she came back in from lunch and looked
at the ordered chaos on my desk.
"Yes Ms. Koenig," I replied with a smile, handing her a
list of telephone calls she'd missed while at lunch, "and
the incoming mail is opened and prioritized on your desk."
"My dear, you are an excellent multi-tasker!" she replied
with an approving look, "that is why I always hire girls in
my office!"
It wasn't the first time she'd said something along those
lines. At first it had spooked me and made me conscious of
the breasts hanging from my chest. She seemed to revel in
reminding me of how absurd it all was, but I was getting
used to it and, quite frankly, I was enjoying the feel of
the breasts and caught myself looking at my figure in the
mirror on more than one occasion.
"That's a good sign," she said, looking over her glasses at
me as I prepared to leave, "no one else ever wore them
home."
I smiled and looked down at my new cleavage.
"I'm surprised at how quickly I got used to having them."
"You certainly wear them well. You had a good day today
Mary, see you tomorrow."
"Goodnight Ms. Koenig."
As I left the big Victorian house she used as a converted
office and drove back toward town, I suddenly had an urge
to do it properly, so I turned into the Super City
Department store on the edge of town.
With my jacket on my bust was fairly non-descript, so I
drifted into the store and tried to look as inconspicuous
as a man possibly can be when looking for women's
underwear.
"Can I help you Hon?" her loud voice almost made me jump
out of my skin. I'd been trying to look at brassieres
without actually entering the department when I'd been
ambushed by Anne, a big boned, dark haired saleswoman.
"I, uh..." I stammered, blushing brightly.
"Are you looking for you?" she asked more quietly and in a
gentler voice.
"Yes." I admitted.
"C'mon Hon, lets get you gussied up." She took my arm and
authoritatively guided me into the racks of frilly lace,
smooth satin and harsh straps.
It had been after dark when I was driving by the store and
the place had been all but deserted.
When I took off my jacket Anne appraised my bust.
"That's the size you're looking for Dear? Those are a nice
size."
She turned me into a dressing room and returned a moment
later with a brassiere in a box.
"Try this Hon, it's one of the new Longline bullet bras.
It'll make you look like a movie star!"
I got the brassiere strapped on over my strapped on breasts
and was looking myself over in the mirror when Anne opened
the door and piled boxes and garments a plenty on the bench
behind me. She stepped up and began adjusting the straps on
my shoulders.
"You want it to hold you tight, but not pull you around.
You're long in the body, so I'm loosening up the shoulders
for you."
Once she was done the brassiere sat on me perfectly.
"You're a 36 C in those Hon." She smiled, looking me over
in the mirror, "Those strapons you've got are very good,
did you get them yourself?"
"Um, no, my boss bought them for me."
"Ah," she smiled with a gleam in her eye, "he likes you
dressed up does he?"
"Uh, yes. He does."
"Well, we've got the boobs sorted. Why don't you slip into
this? It'll give you some curves he's sure to like too!"
Anne stepped out of the room leaving me standing there in
my Longline bullet brassier and holding what looked like
some sort of corset. I slid out of my trousers and wrapped
the corset around me and began the laborious task of
putting the strings through the hoops.
"I'll give you a hand with that Hon," Anne said, walking
back in unannounced, "the trick to these is to have a
friend tie you in while you only breathe shallowly. You can
take a good six inches off your waist with one of these
done up right!"
Her hands flew through the strings and she was done in
moments. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror and
could barely recognize my own body. The bullet bra made my
breasts look gravity defying and even larger than they did
just hanging on me. The corset squeezed me into an
hourglass shape of amazing proportions.
"You're a natural Hon," Anne said, stepping back to admire
me in the mirror, "You're built to wear this! No wonder he
likes you all girlied up!"
I tried on a number of other brassieres, panties and
corsets with Anne talking me through the benefits of each.
"We would like to thank all of our customers for visiting
us at Super City today." The speakers echoed around the
almost empty store, announcing closing time.
"I'll ring you out here Hon." Anne said with a smile as I
walked up to the counter deep in the heart of her lingerie
department, "You be sure to come back when you need to
surprise your boss again, okay?"
"I will Anne, thank you, you've been a wonderful teacher."
"No problem Hon," she smiled big, ringing through the long
line brassier, the corset and some silky underthings,
"There's a little something extra in there for you. See you
again!"
She handed me the bag with a smile and I turned and walked
out of the store into the cool evening breeze with my
breasts at attention in my new bullet bra and my belt using
a never before used hole four holes in because of my
perfect, waspish waist.
At home I emptied the bag onto the bed in my new apartment
and discovered a slick, satiny black skirt and some silk
stockings. Anne had popped a little note in with it:
"You've got the legs Hon, hope he likes you in these!"
***
The next morning I got up early and spent a lot of time
shaving. When I was done I felt like I'd been cleaned more
thoroughly than ever before. I put on the panties first.
They did a superb job of molding my ass into a firm yet
luscious peach. Next, my strapon breasts, and then the
Longline bullet bra. I carefully slid up the still stringed
corset and began tightening the strings. I didn't get it
done up as well as Anne had, but it still took a good
amount off my waist. Finally I slid the silk stockings up
my smooth, new legs and attached them to the garters
hanging from my corset.
I stood back and looked at myself in the mirror and
couldn't believe the transformation. I didn't have anything
really appropriate to wear on top, so I picked out a
turtleneck sweater and pulled it on. My breasts looked
astonishing in it. Finally, I pulled on the skirt and did
it up. It highlighted my new hips and slender legs in
smooth, satin. My stodgy men's dress shoes didn't match,
but I didn't really have anything else to wear.
"Oh Mary, I had a feeling you'd be different from the
others," Audrey said, seeing me as I walked in the door of
the office that morning, "the shoes are a bit of a
disappointment though."
I smiled and took off my jacket. Her eyes bulged out of her
head and I was inwardly overjoyed at having finally gotten
one over on her (I was also thrilled at seeing the hungry
way she seemed to eat me with her eyes).
"Very nice," she murmured, putting down the brief she had
been reading and walking over. "Spin for me."
I did my best modeling pose and spun on a heel.
"That bra is something else, who makes it?"
"Longline, it's a bullet bra," I replied, putting a hand on
my prominent hip.
"You're wearing a corset?"
"Also Longline."
"How does it feel?"
"Like a dream," I replied with a grin.
Just before lunch Audrey returned to the office and dropped
a bag on my desk.
"See how those fit," and she walked into her office.
I'd already done the mail and written the morning
correspondences. She came out holding the letters I'd
written.
"Well?"
The black, leather pumps were tight, but they slid over my
stocking feet, forcing my toes into a strict point.
"They are beautiful, don't you think?" I asked lifting up a
leg and almost losing my balance.
"I don't know what I like more Mary, the fact that you've
taken to this so well, or the fact that you've never done
it before. Both I suppose. Did you see under the shoes?"
I hadn't. I pulled the bag up onto the table again and
pulled out the shoebox. Beneath a hard, black leather
handbag with glinting gold buckles and snaps shone in the
bottom of the bag.
"Oh, Ms. Koenig, it's wonderful!" I gasped, pulling it out
of the bag.
"It was a gift, but not really my style. Look inside."
I snapped open the clasp and saw various cosmetics inside.
"It's some of my make up. I thought you might practice with
that before you get your own."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome Mary. Now, put on some lipstick and get
back to work. We've got three trials upcoming and I want
you to get into some of the prep work, so that you can be a
bit more than just a secretary."
That afternoon I glided as gracefully as I possibly could
around the office in my new pumps. A few times I caught
Audrey watching me from her office. When I knew her eyes
were on me I'd pose a little big, throwing out a hip or
standing up straight with my chest thrust out, making the
bullet bra seem even more invincible.
"Good work again today Mary," Audrey smiled, putting a
final brief on my desk, "feel like a drink?"
"I'd love one, thanks."
"I'm a bit of wine collector. I have a nice, fruity Italian
in my office. Why don't you go get it? The liquor cabinet
is in the top left of the wall unit."
I took out the wine and poured it into a decanter. I came
back in very carefully balanced on my pumps, carrying a
tray with two glasses poured.
"What do you think?" Audrey asked as we both sat back and
sipped the wine. I pulled my lipstick stained glass away
from my lips and let the rich, red wash down my throat.
"The wine is wonderful, and I am really enjoying working
for you."
She smiled back and crossed her ankles up on the table, her
perfect, Italian, brown leather pumps glinting softly in
the angled sunlight. "I knew it was only a matter of
finding the right kind of help. Welcome to the firm Mary, I
think this will be the beginning of a very fruitful
partnership."
We clinked glasses and the clear ringing tone reverberated
around the quiet office with a preordained finality. We'd
each met what we most needed: a boss who demands control
and an employee who thrills to give it, preferably in high
heels.
2.
It had been a wild three-month internship. In that time I'd
gone from a green college grad to a competent legal
assistant. I'd also gone from being a small town boy to
everything but a city girl.
"Mary, would you like to help me with a personal project?"
Audrey asked me as I was cleaning off my desk for the
weekend.
"What's the project?" I asked, slipping off my pumps and
leaving them under the table. I'd just gotten a great pair
of knee high, black leather, high heeled boots, which I'd
taken to using when traveling to and from the office. There
is nothing worse than wet stockings!
"I'm a pretty good amateur photographer, and I made a
little set upstairs yesterday, but I need a model."
I stopped putting on my boots and looked up at her. She was
grinning like a wolf again.
"I'd be happy to model for you," I replied with a smile,
"what should I wear?"
"I have everything, come upstairs."
I'd never been above the ground floor where the office was
before. Audrey made a point of keeping work and personal
life very separate, a real trick when your office is in
your house. The stairway was walled off and had a door to
emphasize the change from home to office. As we walked up
the creaking staircase Audrey was talking about our timing.
"We're in good shape. The sun is still an hour away from
setting, so I can use it with the reflectors to get some
strong light on you."
On the second floor we went past two closed doors and
turned left into a big room that was at least twenty by
twenty feet. It was lined with storage closets and littered
with photographic equipment. One corner of the room was
walled in and painted black. Inside that little darkroom I
could see film hanging and bowls of fluid. The room had
that slightly acrid smell that all photographers' studios
have.
"I think you might be a little bit more than an amateur," I
said, looking at the expensive German camera body on a
steel tripod, "this stuff is professional."
"You know photography?" she arched an eyebrow at me.
"I took a few courses in college, but didn't follow
through."
"Why not?"
"Too expensive."
"Mm," Audrey smiled, moving to one of her Leicas and
fitting a lens onto it, "maybe we can work out a way that
you can model for me and I'll lend you access to the
equipment in here in return?"
"That would be great!"
"Your wardrobe is in there," she pointed at a Closet set
against the far wall next to a makeup table surrounded with
lights. I walked over and opened the doors to find all
manner of costume hanging in there.
"What do you want me in?"
"Let's do a gown first, and then maybe do a little boudoir
work after the sun sets."
Sorting through the gowns I found a red, satin ball gown
with lots of crinoline. It took me a while to work out all
the clasps and clips, but eventually I had the bustier on
and the skirts over the underskirts. I whirled around,
kicking up my skirts and caught Audrey's eye.
"Very nice my dear, you'll find matching shoes in the
bottom of the closet."
Sure enough, a row of shoes sat beneath the hanging skirts.
A pair of red dyed pumps matched the dress closely. I
slipped them on and waited for Audrey to finish setting up
the reflectors.
"Fix up your makeup at the mirror Mary. Apply it more
thickly, it will come out better on film that way."
I turned on the lights around the makeup mirror and sat
down carefully with my skirts on the little stool. Using a
darker lipstick I brought out my lips. A heavier hand with
the mascara, blush and eye shadow gave me a dramatic look.
"Good," Audrey said from over my shoulder. She reached down
and fixed my makeup a little and then directed me over to
the lighting.
Half an hour later I was exhausted. Modeling was very
tiring work under those hot lights.
"That was a great set Mary, but you look tired. Would you
like a glass of wine?"
"Yes, that would be nice."
"It's in that cabinet over there."
She went back to setting up for her next shot. I stepped
out of my pumps and walked over to the cabinet in question.
Inside there was the requisite crystal and a bottle of red.
I decanted the bottle and poured a couple of glasses.
Carrying them both back over to the Audrey who was lost in
her work, I sat on the edge of a carpeted block and sipped
my wine, being careful not to spill any on my gown.
Audrey looked up and smiled, "thank you Mary," she took the
glass and drank, "photography is thirsty work."
We both sat on the block and stretched our legs. The sun
was gone but the sky outside was painted red.
"Why don't we try some boudoir work next?" Audrey asked,
wiggling her toes and sipping the wine.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Let's start with your Longline bullet bra and go from
there."
Twenty minutes and two more glasses of wine later I was
reclining on a black, leather couch in my corset, bra and
panties. My legs were smooth in silk stockings and I kept
the red pumps on for flash. Rolling around on the smooth
leather couch, a little light headed from the wine was a
little too much fun.
"I've got an idea, hang on a minute." Audrey disappeared
and returned carrying a shining, straight, blonde wig.
"Let's give this a try."
Audrey had never had me wearing a wig before. I always
suspected that it was because she wanted me to look like an
effeminized man, rather than a woman. Dressed in bra, skirt
and pumps, and looking otherwise like a man in makeup, the
goal was submission. As she handed me the wig, my mind
wandered into the idea of actually becoming a woman in
every social sense. I wasn't a large man, and I was
otherwise trim and limber, and my skin was exceptionally
smooth for a man. In a wig I could easily pass as a woman,
and now Audrey seemed to be giving me that permission.
I slipped it on and straightened it out in the mirror.
"You make an exceptional young lady you know Mary," Audrey
said from the camera, her glass of wine once again in her
hand.
"I don't recognize myself," I said, brushing out my long,
blonde hair and looking at someone else in the mirror.
I was still lost in thought when she dropped a stone
encrusted blue bustier and corset into my lap.
"Time to go to Las Vegas my dear. I'm thinking a showgirl
theme."
Twenty minutes later I was dressed to the nines in a
glittering blue showgirl's costume. My headpiece was a gem-
encrusted affair with white feathers. Matching white
plumage sprung from my tail at the back of the corset.
Garters, hose and metallic silver pumps finished out the
look. Audrey made me stretch first and then had me practice
kicks until I could get my foot above my head. She started
snapping and I did every pose in the book from all angles.
When we finally seemed at the end of the set Audrey pulled
a large bearskin rug from another closet and unrolled it on
the floor. She then began setting up a ladder platform as I
watched from my block, sipping my wine.
"Final run for tonight Sweetie," Audrey smiled from the top
of the ladder. She'd taken her handheld up there and was
lining up on the rug below.
"Lay down on the rug Mary."
I did, as I was told, careful to fan out the feathers
around me.
"Perfect," Audrey said from above.
I stretched out on the luxuriant fur, looking up at her
with undisguised need in my eyes. She snapped away and
manually advanced the film as quickly as she could. When
she'd gone through a roll of film she put down the camera
and picked up another preloaded one.
"Last roll Mary. I don't want you to feel pressured, just
do whatever comes naturally."
I looked up at her quizzically.
"Feel under the left side of the rug."
I did and found a long lump there, pulling back the edge my
hand fastened on an ornate, metallic shaft. I noticed that
a wire ran out of the fat end of it and into an extension
cord.
"Do you know what that is?" Audrey asked, snapping a
picture of me holding the device.
"A... vibrator?" I asked, uncertain because I'd never held
one before, but its purpose seemed clear enough.
"Yes, do you know what to do with it?" the shutter snapped
again.
I lifted it slowly over my leg and pressed it between my
thighs.
"Very good Mary. You'll notice that there is a button on
the back of it."
I felt down the shaft and fingered the button. The thing
began to vibrate in my hands and I pressed it tighter
against my panties.
"Excellent my dear," Audrey's voice fell on me from above.
The shutter snapped breaking the sonorous hum of the
vibrator, "take off your panties."
My hands moved of their own accord. In a moment I lay there
on the bearskin rug, a showgirl in all respects, except
around my shaved groin where my freed penis stood at
attention.
"Satisfy yourself with it Mary," Audrey's command came from
on high, "mount that vibrator. It's ready."
I picked up the glistening shaft and noticed the gel on it;
she must have lubricated it with something. Moving
instinctively I spread my legs and tilted my hips up while
still laying on my back. With both hands I pressed the rod
against my smoothly manicured ass. Only the snap of the
shutter broke the steady hum of the rod. At its narrow end
it was quite manageable and slid into my virginal hole
easily, but as I pressed it further it thickened, forcing
me apart. My hips gyrated, trying to ease the passage of
the now huge rod. The whole time it vibrated in me
relentlessly, touching me in unbelievable ways.
The shutter snap continued from all sides now. Audrey had
come down off the ladder and was working every angle she
could. I couldn't control myself any more and took one hand
off the vibrator and grabbed my own erection.
"Do it Mary, finish yourself off!" Audrey's voice whispered
into my ear, "You beautiful little whore!"
My mind was a whirl of images and the showgirl costume was
holding my body firmly in its grasp. My satin, jewel
encrusted bustier heaved under my panting breath, legs
strained in tight silk and my metallic heels dug into the
bearskin. The vibrator pressed into me insistently as I
felt myself climax to the steady clicking of the camera.
I lay there for minutes after the fact feeling emptied and
full all at the same time. Audrey went about collecting her
cameras and moving them to the dark room. I finally took
the humming vibrator out, turned it off and placed it on a
tray next to the rug.
"Great work tonight Mary," Audrey's voice drifted across
the room, "clean yourself up and we'll call it a night."
Half an hour later I was back in my work skirt and blouse
and getting ready to go. As I picked up my purse and
slipped on my pumps Audrey popped her head out of the
darkroom.
"Why don't you take one of the Leicas and some lenses for
the weekend. You' re welcome to use the darkroom any time
it's free; and keep the wig, you look fantastic in it."
"Thanks Audrey," I smiled, folding my jacket over my arm
and getting my keys out of my purse, "this was a lot of
fun."
"I'm glad you thought so Sweetie, I'll see you Monday?"
"Without a doubt, goodnight!"
THE END
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