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The lilting tones of music woke me with the alarm clock triggering the radio. I rubbed my eyes, as I came out of my slumber, gradually shaking the sleep from my head, glad that I switched my alarm mode. With a rush, the worries of my current situation washed over me. I remembered that Dani was going to work for her teenage crush, James today. I was headed for my first day of real work as Justin's female assistant. He was expecting to see me in a sexy outfit, more or less, showing off my new boobs while I waited on him hand and foot. Dani's suggestion that I just wear one of my new business dresses that wasn't as overtly sexual reminded me I was going to have to please him some other way. But what was foremost in my mind, was her declaration that she was going to have sex with James, as well as that I would likely have sex with Tim. Her forthright statements ate at me, as I knew her well enough that her sexual adventure was certain to happen. So with these stressful thoughts in my head, I got up and began to get ready for work. Justin's insistence that I arrive at work before him, meant an earlier wakeup for me. Luckily, I had taken a shower last night after Dani had fucked me. The slow burn in my ass, as I sat down to pee reminded me of how forceful she had been. I knew that feeling would take a few more hours to disappear. I checked my hair in the mirror, and turned on my curling iron to touch up my hairdo. I quickly brushed my teeth, washed my face, and then shaved my beard, trying not to waste time. I had also thought ahead last night and put my lingerie in the bathroom. Just because I had to get up early, didn't mean I wanted to wake Dani early. She had told me, James was coming by to pick her up for her new job. She was to help him find a location for his company's new office in our town. I had to admit, even though it scared me for them to work together, she was perfectly suited to help him out. I also had to admit, given my pay cut that her salary would be a big help. As I thought about her day, I pulled on my underwear. Following her suggestion, I put on my nude thong. I tucked my soft cock back between my legs and as I pulled it up, the thong snuggled in my crack hiding what remained of my masculinity. I put on my bra, a lace pushup style in a lovely lilac. My dress didn't have a plunging neckline, but it would allow a peak of cleavage if I wore a bra like this. With my breasts settled on top of the pads, I stepped into the matching brief. It was also lilac, featuring a sheer stretch lace fabric with 4 short garters. Dani had suggested I use it to flirt with Justin. The tight fabric molded to my ass cheeks and with the nude thong deep in my crack, it appeared as if I had no panties at all under the brief. I sat down to work the suntan stockings up my legs, clipping them to my garters. Again, I had agreed with Dani that a seamed style would give me an opportunity to flash Justin. I planned on doing to him, what I had done to Tom. To that end, when I clipped on one of the back garters, I intentionally clipped it to the side of the black seam that ran up the tan stocking. It would make the seam a little off center. The curling iron was now ready and I could work on my hair and face. Because of how much I had been dressing over the past few months, I was able to get my face done and my hair ready in only about 30 minutes. I made my eyes a little more dramatic, with an extended eye line to each side and thicker false lashes. I paired that with deep maroon lipstick that contrasted sharply with my pale skin. A few squirts of perfume and I was ready to put on my dress. It was the abstract pattern, and it fit me tightly on top before flaring out at the skirt. The navy pumps matched the rest of the outfit. There was a lilac stripe in the pattern that matched my bra and brief. Of course only I and Justin would see that. I quickly put on some silver and lilac stone jewelry, grabbed my purse and made my way out of the house. It was still dark, but I was behind schedule. I drove quickly to work, remembering to park behind the building. I had to admit, I felt like I was stepping back in time as I punched in to start my work clock. It had been more than a dozen years since I moved up to a salary position, so having to go back on the clock was like admitting I was a failure. The sound of my heels rang out in the empty hallway as I made my way to my new office, as only one or two people were here before me. I switched on the light to see my new furniture, and almost cussed out loud. Rather than the soft blue I was expecting, everything was a pastel pink. Why was this here? It dominated the space, signaling that this was a woman's office. I sat down in the chair, and looked around my new work world. I saw a small note in the center of the desk, and picked it up to read. The note was from Tammy, telling me that the supply company had called her late yesterday to ask if she still wanted pink, as they had found a set at a nearby warehouse. So she had been able to get what I wanted after all. I glanced around again at the pale color, feeling like I was inside a rose. I tried to tell myself that blue wouldn't have been much better. Focusing on my new room, I looked forward; I was lined up with the door frame as if I was on display. Anyone walking down the hall would see me. Swiveling around to look in Justin's office I could see part of his desk, but I knew from its location he would likely be able to see the lower half of my body when I was turned to the space where my new desktop computer would be placed. I put my purse in one of the lower drawers of the desk, placed the two glasses and coffee mug I had brought for Justin on a shelf, and put my cell phone on a charger. I hadn't brought my brief case to work today, as it had become clear to me yesterday that I didn't need one. That was another piece of my old life that was not needed anymore. With my things put away, I headed down the hall again to start a pot of coffee. As I walked, I could feel my stretch brief creep into my butt crack. I had only had it on for an hour or so, and already the stretch lace was become irritating. It just reminded me of all the sacrifices I had become accustomed to making just to achieve a certain look or style. Like the 4-innch heels I had on, I knew by the end of the day I couldn't wait to take off the brief from aggravation. Like many things made for women, it was pretty but a pain to wear. I started the coffee and was standing there watching it perk, when Philip came in. He was one of the engineers I had hired and this was the first he had seen me as Hanna. He stepped back, as if he had been shocked, and tried to act as if nothing had changed. I could see the uneasiness on his face and as I had always done as group manager, I looked to make everything alright. "Good Morning, Mr. Trenton. I just started the coffee, do you want some?" "Good morning Hanna. Yes, I usually have to make it as I'm among the first to come in. I guess I'll come back in a few minutes to get a cup." "That shouldn't be necessary, Sir. Just leave your cup, and I'll bring you some when it is done. I don't mind, as Mr. Poston wants me to step up the support for everyone in his group. Just part of my new job." I smiled at him, trying to be friendly. It had pained me to be so formal with him, as we had a friendly relationship when I was his boss. Now I have to call him by his last name and sir, but I knew I had might as well start doing it as that was something that Justin would insist on. I could see he was totally confused by my words more than my actions, but I also saw he was realizing how much my responsibilities had changed. Finally, he smiled back. "Thanks Hanna, that's very nice of you. But you don't have to be so formal, just call me Phillip, I mean we've known each other for a long time." "Thanks, but again, that's something that Mr. Poston wants. He intends to change the dynamic of the group now that he's in charge and having me show respect for salaried staff and management is part of that. By the way, in case you've not heard, I'll be handling any secretarial needs for the group at least for a while, so let me know if you need anything, okay? If I remember, you take your coffee black with sugar. I'll have it to you shortly Sir." Again I smiled and acted it this was just what I wanted to be doing. He nodded to indicate I had his coffee order correct as he handed me his cup. I couldn't help but notice his eyes wander over my body, as he tried to be subtle about checking me out. Finally he shifted as if to go out the doorway, but paused before going down the hall. "If it means anything to you, I don't think it was right to move Justin into your spot. I always thought you did a good job as group leader and enjoyed working with you in that role. I do appreciate you offering to be so helpful now though, and I have something I need help with. I'll come by with it later. Tammy sent an email to our group explaining all the changes and letting us know you'll have your computer online by this afternoon. On a personal level, you're very attractive. I don't quite understand the reasoning for your switch, but you are very convincing and make a lovely female. I hope you're happier now." He had reached out with his left hand as he spoke and placed it on my upper arm, lightly rubbing it. A light touch, a nonsexual touch, but a move a man makes with a woman. I sensed at that moment that any uneasiness he had with my job change, or my drastic sexual change would be overcome. I'm sure my pretty appearance made it easier for him. I could tell Philip would soon be pestering me to do all the trivial, time consuming tasks that almost every engineer wants to pass on to someone. Whatever reservations he had about it being unfair to move me from group leader to group secretary would not keep him from using me that way. I wanted to make him at ease, so I smiled back, took my free hand to subtly move a lock of hair aside. Seeing my acceptance of his good intentions, he left down the hallway. I was just one of the office 'girls' to him now, as he had said all the right things and so to speak, done his penance. The coffee had finished brewing, so I made up a cup for me and Phillip. I took it to his office and put it on his desk, his nodded head from behind the computer was his only response. More people were arriving now and as I walked back to my office, I smiled and said hello to a couple of people from other groups. I should have been focused on how to make the right impressions or what I needed to do next, but honestly all my attention was centered on how irritating my brief was as it crept into my crack when I walked. I had been female for a short period and it still amazed me how often our lovely fashions came with such critical comfort flaws. Luckily, when I got to my desk, Justin had not arrived and I could discretely dig the fabric out of my butt. I had just begun to move some of my personal stuff into my new desk and credenza, when Justin arrived. He glanced at me, showing a bit of displeasure on his face. I assumed it was because I wasn't wearing a low- cut top like he expected, but I decided to be cheerful and act as if I saw nothing wrong. "Good morning, Mr. Poston. How are you?" He merely nodded and grunted a hello as he passed by me, unlocked his office door, and went in. I decided to follow up, to try to get on his good side by being as helpful as possible. So I stood up, smoothed out my dress, and followed him. He was putting his briefcase and laptop on his desk and looked at me as I entered. "Mr. Poston, I made a fresh cup of coffee in the cantina. Would you like me to get you a cup? I brought a mug from home, as I haven't had time to buy a new set for you here at work. I'll be glad to get you some, but I don't know how you take it." "Black will be fine. I don't go for anything in it." "Fine Sir, black it is. I'll be right back." I turned and picked up the coffee cup as I headed out of my office. Remembering his admonishment, I walked as fast as I could in my heels, hoping he could hear them clicking as I left. Luckily, there was coffee left in the pot, so I poured his and walked back, again moving swiftly. As I brought it into his office, I took a deep breath as I wanted to steady myself for my first attempt at manipulating him. I had thought through what I wanted to do, and decided to use the same ploy of asking him if my stocking seams were straight. Only this time, I was going to ask him to fix my misaligned garter strap. I was fairly certain, he would find this erotic and was confident he would be satisfied with this so he wouldn't be too upset that my dress was not revealing up top. I handed him the cup, and he took a small sip as he again looked me over. I smiled, trying to focus on being as cheerful. "Just let me know if you want another cup Sir. Do you need anything else at the moment? I won't have my computer running until about noon, so I had planned on meeting with a couple of the other secretaries to start my job training. But if you have something you rather I'd do, just tell me." "No that will be fine. I need to get my office organized a bit anyway. I still have a few things the movers will bring from my old office. I should be okay with this coffee for now Hanna." "Good then. I do have a question and favor to ask perhaps. I was in a bit of a hurry this morning as I was getting ready and I'm not sure I got something right, will you check for me?" I stepped toward him as he sat in his chair so I was a bit closer to him. I turned around as I finished talking and looked back over my shoulder. As I did I also grabbed the sides of my dress to pull it up slightly and make the fabric taut against my butt. His eyes immediately focused on it. "First, is it okay to wear seamed stockings? I have regular style but the only ones to match my outfit were these. Also, can you tell if they look straight?" I assumed the first question was more of a rhetorical one and looked for him to answer the second. Again, as with Tom, I pulled the hem up until my dress reached the top of the stockings, slightly revealing the two garter straps. I waited for him to answer. "I'm sure any style stocking is fine Hanna. You know I want you to look cute for our group, so these will do. The one on the left is slight off- center though." "Yes, thank you Sir. I was in such a hurry that I just had time to clip it on, and I thought it might not be right. Do you mind fixing it for me?" I smiled broadly and inched my hem up slightly higher to just at edge of my lace brief. I was sure that showing him my lingerie and having him handle the garter would be the kind of thing he'd get a thrill from. "Of course I'll help you out, but move over to the desk for me, this is a bit crowded. I must say, I didn't think many women actually wore old- fashioned stockings now days. It seems even pantyhose have gone out of favor. Is this something you wear regularly?" "Yes, I like them, although I guess I wear stockings and pantyhose about the same amount." I felt a rush of relief inside. I could tell he was getting excited by this, like Dani said he would. I was certain now that I could tease him enough to begin to change the dynamic in our relationship. As he asked, I moved over to the side of the desk. He got up from his chair and closed his office door. I wasn't expecting him to do that, and my pulse began to race a bit faster as this move as not in my internal script. "I think we need to do this in private. I don't want someone getting the wrong impression." I heard Justin lock the door and then he moved so he was behind me as I faced the desk. Unexpectedly he grabbed the hem of my dress, just inside of where my hands were holding it. Without a word he pulled it higher, so high that it reveal my entire brief and was level with my waist. "Now I just need you to move your hands for me, let me put them where I want them. I want to be sure I can see where to fix your stocking." I was puzzled and a bit surprised by his moves, as he was more aggressive than I had planned for. But I had already committed to this plan, so I did as he asked. He took each hand in his and repositioned them so they were next to each other, in the middle of my back holding up the hem of my dress. With my hands in the right spot, he released his grip on my dress with his other hand and moved to fix the misaligned garter. He made quick work of it, tugging the strap once he had it in the right place to be sure it was attached correctly. I could see him staring at my ass as the lacy lilac fabric molded over it. Despite his unplanned moves, I felt like I had him where I wanted him. "So it looks fine now Sir? I didn't want to look sloppy for you on the first real day of work." Justin smiled at me and then as he released the garter strap, smoothly moved his left hand to grab both of my wrists. He clinched them together, his strong grip pinning them against the small of my back. I was so surprised by his move I just stood there, stunned. With my hands under his control he pushed down on my upper back with his right hand, forcing me to bend at the waist across his desk. He moved one of his legs between mine and aggressively pushed my legs further apart. Justin then grabbed the top of my lace brief with his right hand and pulled it down, working each side, so that it was just below the cheeks of my ass. I was shocked and scared now. So shocked that I couldn't even think of what to say. I hadn't expected anything so forward from him when I had planned out my moves. My ass was naked except for the tiny thong in my crack, the cool air raising goosebumps across both cheeks. That was short lived, as Justin forcefully smacked my left cheek and then my right, swatting them both twice. The sound reverberated in the closed office and I felt totally helpless. He leaned down next to me, so he could whisper in my ear. "Don't think you can play me Hanna. I know the kind of tricks you girls try to manipulate men. You thought by flashing your stocking tops, playing dumb and coy about how they looked, and asking me to fix them, that I would totally forgive the fact that you weren't wearing the low- cut top I told you to wear. I'm not dumb Hanna. Even though I'm single, I've been around enough women to know a thing or two. I'm going to make sure you remember tomorrow to wear what I expect, but since you showed me that you like sexy stockings, I will expect those from now on too. Also because you started this trend today, we can do a quick inspection each morning. If you pass, then you'll be okay. If not, you'll get more instruction like this." Justin spanked me again, three times on each cheek. The pain itself wasn't too bad, it was the embarrassment of being treated like a young girl who's been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. That and his totally figuring out my plan. I thought I would have him under control by doing this. Now it was going to be even worse. When he finished the last slap on my ass, he released my hands and moved back to take his seat in the chair. I slowly raised up off his desk, my legs trembling now from the humiliating session. I moved my hands from my dress to reach back to pull up my brief, but before I could act, Justin spoke up. "Hanna, since you've shown you can't be trusted to follow simple orders, leave that alone for now. I want you to slip down the top of your dress. I want to be see what kind of bra you think is appropriate for you to wear to work for me." I immediately felt a flush of blood fill my face, as I heard his command. I thought to myself, he can't ask me to do this can he? Isn't this more than just disrespect? I felt my stomach tighten up, as I started to comply with his request. Looking down at the desk so as to avoid his gloating stare, I pulled down the zipper at the back of my dress. The bottom of my dress, bunched around my waist, fell as I leaned forward and slipped the front down over my bra, the sleeves going with the top, so they were now at my elbows. My breathing was rapid, as I was so scared by what Justin was making me do. I felt trapped by my own stupidity and arrogance. Now I was more concerned about if he would like how I looked, so I made sure my dress was completely below my bra, pulling it down to my waist where moments ago, I had held up my hem. Slowly I straightened up, which jutted my breasts forward, my rapid breathing causing them to rise and fall on top the pads in the bottom of each bra cup. I hesitated a second, but finally looked at him. Justin was leaning back, a smug look on his face, slowly tapping the fingers on his right hand on the arm of his chair. I stood upright, scared to move or talk. I had not felt this vulnerable in front of another man in my life. "I can't understand you Hanna. That bra is perfect for you. It displays your lovely tits and would be perfect for any blouse that is cut low enough. There is no excuse for you not to be dressed as I asked. You obviously enjoying dressing sexy for men. Don told me how you flaunted your body at the party on Friday. Your choice of underwear is also aimed more at pleasing a man's eye than just for function. So I see no reason for you not to be dressed as I tell you. I will give you one more chance, so don't disappoint me. But there is one more thing I want to check out. Todd's girl told him, you had bragged to all the secretaries that you had not completed a sex change. Step over here, I want to verify that you are still a man down there." I swear I felt my heart stop. I couldn't have heard him correctly, but I was afraid to question anything at this point. With my brief down below my ass cheeks, my stockings starting to droop down, my dress gathered around my waist, I felt like a mess. But I moved closer to him. He spread his legs in the chair, waving me in until I was practically touching him. My legs were visibly trembling and I had to bite down on my lower lip to keep from crying. Justin looked me over and sat forward in his chair. He grabbed the hem of my dress at each side, lifting it up so my hands could grab it. The front of my lilac brief was only halfway down, so he took it and tugged down so the entire garment was now sitting about halfway down my thighs. That left me covered only by the thin, nylon thong, its nude color making it seem like I was totally naked. With my brief out of his way, Justin reached his right hand out and stroked the front of my panty. He looked up at me. "That's pretty flat. Are you sure you still have a cock little girl? Where are you hiding it?" I felt like I was going to faint, and wasn't sure I could speak at this moment, but I softly whispered my answer. "It's back between my legs." He looked at me as if I had insulted him, and despite my muddled brain, I knew what he wanted. "It's back between my legs, Sir." His expression changed from anger to a sly grin. Sliding his hand forward and down, he followed my panty until his hand was wedged between my thighs, cupping my soft cock. I was so scared and humiliated it was shrunken down to only an inch or so. My balls were still up in my body, totally hidden from view and touch. Justin lightly stroked me and his fingers traced the edge of my shaft and around my soft head. I felt like I just wanted to die. He broke out in a full smile and stared at me as his fingers continued to feel me. "I see you are still a boy down there. Give me your hand." I was puzzled by his request, but released my dress and reached my right hand down to him. He roughly grabbed it, and guided it to between my legs his hand remaining behind it to hold it there. "Touch your cock for me. Tell me what you feel. Describe it for me." Again, I was puzzled. I wasn't sure what answer he was looking for, and I glanced up at his face. He smiled as he saw my confusion. "Go on, what adjectives do men used to describe the state, size, and image of their cocks? Tell me about yours." I understood now what he wanted. He had been forcing my hand to rub over my penis, pushing down on the back of my hand. So I swallowed my pride to answer him. "Umm, I guess soft would be one adjective and small would be another, Sir." He chuckled softly and stared at me. "Small seems a might generous. Try again." "Would tiny be better Sir?" "Yes, I think that is much better. I assume you choose to become a girl partly because you have such a tiny cock. It certainly seems content to be tucked away in your panties. Now do me another favor, reach over here and feel mine." I swallowed. The idea of actually touching another man down there was totally foreign to me, even with all my changes. But I felt so exposed as I was, I reacted as if on autopilot. I removed my hand from my own crotch and gingerly extended it toward his. Seeing my reluctance, Justin took my hand and literally placed it on top of his cock. Even through the fly of his dress pants, I could feel both its relative size and the fact that it was somewhat, although not fully, erect. I blanched at the feeling, blood leaving my face and a sense of light-headedness enveloping me. I looked at him. He sat there, as if he was waiting. So I assumed he wanted me to compare the two. "Yours is much bigger, harder, and seems more forceful, Sir." I had begun to regain some of my senses, and added the last adjective to please him. The big smile crossing his face, told me I had been wise to do so. I wanted to remove my hand, but he kept his pressing down, so I couldn't. "Do you like being able to hold such a nice powerful cock?" I didn't know what to say, or where Justin was going with this. I knew that he had crossed a line a long time ago and this was well past simple sexual harassment. But I also knew my place in this company, now as a woman, was not well defined. I wasn't sure if I went to HR or up the management chain to Tim, that my complaints would be well received. Because only Justin and I had been part of this, it would be his word against mine, plus I already knew they highly valued him. Tim might even think I was flirting with Justin instead of him. My public persona so far, in his eyes, was quite forward. These thoughts ran through my mind in moments, so that the pause in my reply was not extended. I decided to just tell him what I really felt. "Sir, it makes me uncomfortable, but I don't want to displease you." "Well I'm glad you can be honest with me about that Hanna. Now I want you to remember that your job is to please me, no matter how you feel about it. When you're trying to decide whether to do something I've told you, remember this moment and how vulnerable you feel. I'd rather not have to discipline you every day, unless you want me to. Tell you what, I have some errands I need you to run for me. Would you like to do them on your lunch break?" "Yes Sir, I'd be happy to do them for you." "That's my girl. Well, why don't you get dressed then? Just remember how I want you to look tomorrow. As far as the errands, I've got some shirts at the cleaners, I want you to pick up a bottle of wine for me, and I need a box of condoms from the drugstore. I have a date tonight, and expect that she will want me to show her a good time. Also, I think I'd prefer you make my coffee for me, so buy a Keurig one-shot coffee maker. That way you can make it when I want. While you're out you can buy a set of nice glasses for my drinks, a set of coffee cups, with saucers, and a nice serving tray. I think you'd look better serving me coffee and drinks that way. It would signal the proper respect from you. Can you get that all done today?" "Yes Sir, of course Sir. Is there anything else?" "No you're dismissed, for now." While we had been talking, I had hurriedly gotten dressed. It was as almost as embarrassing as all that had come before. My mind seemed numb to the liberties he had taken. But I focused on the situation. My first thought, I just wanted to forget and move on. I also thought about how far he had crossed legal boundaries, which could give me leverage if I exposed him. Maybe I could regain my former position. But the thought that seemed strongest was an emotional one. Inwardly, I had been overwhelmed by my reaction. A desire to feel the submissive side I didn't even know I had. It had swept over me, giving me a fire that burned, a sexual fire that made me accept what he did because of how it made me feel. Somehow being humiliated just stoked the fire. This was so confusing and counter to all that I had known before. I just accepted it for now, because I didn't understand my feelings at all. Once I had zipped up my dress, he unlocked the door and sent me on my way. I had just sat down at my desk again, when the computer tech guy showed up with my new desktop. He told me it would be about two hours until I was online. With him working away, I headed down to Tiffany's office to start my secretarial training. I felt relieved to be out from under Justin's thumb, but now I had to interact with others in the building. Some wanted to talk to me, tell me they thought it was okay while others acted as if I wasn't even there. It amazed me how everyone wanted to judge me as if my life was now an open book. All this attention was stressful and I was glad once Tiffany took me to a small room, where I could do my first training. Most everything was online, and I could much of it on my own machine once it was ready. I spent an hour or so, going through a couple of training modules. When I had finished those, she came in and discussed some basics of what was expected from the secretaries and how we were to do our jobs. I couldn't help but notice, both in the online courses and her instructions, all the pronouns and references were female based. It was clear that the company saw my new position as suitable only for women. It was also pretty clear that the secretaries had a pecking order too. I being the newest girl, was at the bottom. Much of this had to do with when and how long I got for lunch, as I was expected to cover the phones when another secretary took her break. She had setup a schedule, and I saw right away that I had to be everyone's back-up. That meant my lunch break would be last. The rigidity of the secretarial role was amazing to me, it still seemed to be rooted in behaviors developed in the 1950-60s, when women first joined the office workforce in large numbers. But I took solace in the idea that I was also a technical assistant and assumed that my role as the 'office girl' would be short-lived. I mentioned that to Tiffany in an off-hand way when I inquired about if that role needed certain training, but noticed her reaction seemed odd. "Tiffany, you looked down when I mentioned my role as a tech assistant. Is there something I don't know about?" "Well I don't know if I'm supposed to say anything or not. I mean officially it supposed to come from Tammy, since she is the secretary to the section leader. But Justin talked with Tim, shortly after you came down here. He made a request for two interns. Justin wants to use interns for the technical assistant role in his group. He said if he used recent college grads or seniors, then he could get more expertise at a lower cost. Apparently, he thinks you're just perfect as his secretary and expects to keep you busy full-time. I guess you should see it as a compliment. He seems really happy so far in how you're worked with him. I guess the only downside is there might be some pay grade adjustment. I know the other tech assistants are paid slightly more than secretaries, but since you transferred over from a salary position, I'm not sure how they're handling that. When Tammy makes it official, just ask her about it. Oh, and don't let her know I said anything. She can be a bit snippy about the fact she's technically higher ranked than us. But don't worry about this, I think you'll really like being a group secretary. I mean, I enjoy having all these guys to take care of. It's nice being so needed and getting attention from them. You probably know as well as anybody, but guys seem to like having a girl do stuff for them, I guess it's a bit of an ego boost for them. So you'll have you hands full with this alone. Plus, overall you'll find the other women will make you feel like you are part of a special group. It reminds me of the sororities at school. Once you get past that initiation phase, it will be fine. I think we can wrap it up here. You need to get back to your office to start handling phones for lunch. You comfortable with how to answer them, take messages and transfer calls?" I told her I was fine with that and inwardly was a little insulted that she saw it as so hard. I had handled much more difficult duties. It was almost like my years of service meant nothing now, that I was being treated like I was fresh out of secretarial school. What was worse was how Justin was treating me. I had been led to believe that I was kept in his group because of my technical background and experience. If what Tiffany said was true, he saw no value in that and believed green college kids were better for the role. My day kept getting worse at every turn. By the time I got back to my office, the tech guy had finished setting up my work station. The next two and half hours were really hectic, answering phones, getting caught up on my emails, and looking online to find the items Justin wanted me to buy at lunch. Luckily, I was able to order them online for a store pickup, just a few miles away. Justin had left for his lunch soon after I got to my desk and he made it back, just before mine started. It wasn't lost on me that he had been gone nearly two hours while I was expected to get all his running around down and get something to eat in a half an hour. I was fuming when I found out where his errands were. The only time I wasn't mad was when I had to buy his condoms. It was embarrassing to buy his Magnum size as a woman. It felt like it was a reflection on me, like I was a slut to be getting such a thing. I didn't even have time to eat, but settled for a coke and some crackers from the vending machine, or more importantly ask Tammy or Justin about the tech role. The afternoon was just as busy and I actually felt relieved when Justin left and I stayed behind to finish my extra work. It had been so hectic, I hadn't even got paid for what I bought him or figured out if I could be reimbursed for the coffee maker. My mind would flash back to this morning, and I knew what he did was wrong, very wrong. But every time I thought about it, my cock would tingle in my panties. I couldn't deny the experience was sexually exciting for me. I was checking out the rules for that when my phone rang one more time. It was Dani, she told me couldn't wait to talk about her day and find out about mine. She also wanted to tell me that she had invited both James and Tim over for dinner. I almost exploded. The last thing I wanted when I went home, was to have to deal with guys. But she glossed it over, telling me they would pick up some steaks on their way. I would just need to make a salad and bake some potatoes. It would do me good to spend some time with Tim. I wasn't sure about that, as my experiences with Justin this morning was more than I wanted from men in one day. But I knew I had no other choice. The kicker was that she was running late with James and would show up about a half hour after I got home. She told me to call Tim so he could follow me to our house. I just sighed and told her I would. I had shut down my desktop, put away all my work and was ready to call, when Tim appeared at my door. Although I had been aggravated at her news of plans for the evening, somehow seeing him made it better. I was surprised at how his light conversation took away my frustrations as we headed out of the building. He followed me in his car and when we got to our house, I was actually feeling much better and looking forward to our evening. I told him I needed to go change into something more comfortable and I'd just be a few minutes. I went to my bedroom and immediate stripped down. I was again relieved to take off my heels, if only for a short while but was definitely glad to take off that itchy garter brief. I was dressed only in my nude thong, trying to decide what to wear, when I heard the door creak. There stood Tim. I reacted immediately by covering my breasts with my arms, an instinctive move. He smiled and stepped in the room. "I'm sorry to be so forward, but I've been thinking of you constantly since Friday night. I had to have a kiss and thought maybe you'd feel the same. The idea of you coyly saying you'd needed to get into something more comfortable set me off. Can I come in?" I didn't know what to do, but he did. Tim approached me and took me in his arms, leaning down to kiss me. I practically melted into him, losing my inhibitions and wrapping my arms around him too. We kissed softly but hungrily, his tongue plunging into me. I felt exposed but sexy too, as I could feel his hard cock pressed against my bare belly. Unlike earlier when Justin's cock felt disgusting, this one felt wonderful, sort of affirmation of my attractiveness. I wanted to reach down and grab it, but was afraid where that would lead. Finally, Tim pulled his lips from mine and slowly starting kissing my ears and neck. I was covered in goosebumps and felt my cock twitching. He worked his way down to my collarbone, then leaned back a little. This exposed my breasts, my nipples rock hard from desire. He looked up at me and asked 'may I?' I nodded yes, feeling a submissive rush similar to how I felt earlier with Justin, only with an overlay of attraction to Tim. He kissed, sucked, and lightly bit my nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through me. After a few more minutes, with my resolve almost totally melted, he came back up to my lips and we softly kissed some more. Just as I was tempted to pull him into my bed, he broke away saying maybe I should get dressed. He didn't want my husband to catch us like this. Oh hell, I had totally forgot Dani was on her way home. I kissed him one more time, whispering I'd be right out, and pushed him out the door. I was in a hurry now, so I opted for something simple to wear. First things first, I had to strip off my thong as it was soaked with pre-cum. I replaced it with a satin thong and added a matching bra, both in black. I worked a pair of sheer to the waist pantyhose in jet black up around my body and then put on my black romper. I quickly repaired my makeup, replying the lipstick Tim had taken from my lips and then sprayed some perfume. I switched out my lilac-themed jewelry for a couple of gold bracelets and a necklace and put on my highest black high-heel sandals. Despite any pain in my feet, I was determine to look sexy for Tim. Re- appearing in the living room, I offered Tim a drink. He followed me into the kitchen, sitting down at the table. Even though he had just seen me practically naked, I felt really sexy and hot dressed like this. Wanting to emphasize my femininity even more, I tied a sheer white half apron around my waist before making him a drink. He ran his hand up my leg when I handed it to him. I told him to stop. That we'd have to behave, which prompted a nice laugh. I was about half way through preparing the salad and had the potatoes in the oven when Dani and James came in. I had been so engaged talking to Tim, I hadn't even heard their car. I immediately blushed as I remembered what Tim and I had done earlier. If she noticed, she didn't say anything but came to me. She gave me a kiss, more forceful and longer than I expected, almost as if she were showing off for the guys and then said hello to Tim, while she wrapped her arm around my waist. James placed the steaks on the counter, I made drinks for them and they went outside to start the grill and talk. I soon joined them after I finished putting the steaks in a marinade. The rest of the evening went really well, with the talk, food, and several drinks washing away the stress from my day. Dani and James had found a place for his business and I could tell they had a great time working together. Tim didn't seemed surprised to hear James was going to stay with us, or that Dani would be working for him. James also agreed to handle the legal issues with my name change. I glossed over my problems earlier, deciding it wouldn't do any good to stir up trouble. Finally the guys decided it was time to leave, James drug Dani out to his car to say goodbye, leaving Tim and I alone in the kitchen. Once again he took me in his strong arms and kissed me. As we embraced, he ran his hands over my body making me feel good about my feminine attributes. He told me he loved feeling me so close, and asked when we could be together again. I had to put him off, telling him I would be too busy getting settled in at work and helping Dani move James into our home. He had me promise that we would get together that weekend. I walked him to the door, where Dani was waving goodbye to James. After Tim left, she and I retreated into the house. I could tell she wanted to talk, to tell me more details about her day and ask more about Tim and I. So we went upstairs and changed into our nightgowns spending a couple of hours talking, kissing and eventually I went down on her so she could orgasm. I thought she was going to return the favor for me, when she strapped on her cock. But it turns out, she only wanted me to practice sucking it. She slyly told me it would be a skill that would come in handed if she guessed right about me and Tim. Finally, knowing that I had to get up early the next morning we went to bed. I was surprisingly happy despite all that had happened that day and fell asleep cuddled next to Dani.