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Jennifer a slow starting tale of how a young graduate finds her place in society.

Any similarities between the characters or corporations depicted here and any characters or corporations which actually exist is entirely unintentional.

Part One.

Jennifer walked slowly down the long brightly lit slightly curved corridor of the Walthers building looking for Mike Gordon's office, it was almost ten thirty on her third day at Walthers and Walthers. and her first day working as Mike's PA her first job since leaving university, a job far below her expectations, and, she felt, a poor return for all her years of study.

She found the outer office door with Mike's name plate, the Walthers ethos required names not numbers to identify offices, and Jennifer knocked before easing it open, the outer office was deserted so she walked in, and knocked once more before opening the inner office door.

"Hi you must be Jenny, are you any good at making Coffee?" Mike greeted her and reached out to shake her hand.

"It's Jennifer and I did not do four years at university just to make coffee." she replied, irritably.

"Mine is white two sugars, I'm Mike, I guess office protocol makes me Mr Gordon to you" he continued.

"They said I am to be your P.A."

"Yes Coffee girl, mine is white two sugars by the way, and have one yourself." he continued with a grin.

He looked at her, mid twenties, tallish, five ten perhaps in her flat shoes, nice smile he guessed behind the frown, blonde, smallish high breasts.

She stared back checking him out, Mid thirties, once athletic, now going to seed, his own brown hair, his own teeth, not the least attractive man in the building.

"So Jennifer, why did you join Walthers and Walthers."

"Money."

"Do you know anything of our business?."

"No."

"Well, we deal mainly with the Far East, Pacific Rim area, China, High End, Luxury goods, big mark up items, stylish, good looking, quality, that's our ethos, so we need stylish, good looking, athletic people, I was a Hockey Pro, once, but you will see everybody here is expected to look good, and hopefully be intelligent."

"Gee I'm sure they didn't offer me the job for my looks" she announced as she sat awkwardly in the Company's suggested uniform of dark jacket and skirt and white open neck blouse.

He smiled, he could see her potential.

"Mr Gordon do I get any training.?"

"You did two days with Miss Metcalfe?"

"Yes mainly about dress code and poise, that sort of rubbish."

"No, as you progress you will find the dress code is just that, a code, and may I say that is not an approved company outfit."

"Yes right its WalMart, like fifty dollars instead of five hundred, imagine five hundred for  work suit."

"Mine was eight hundred," Mike sighed  "So is money tight?"

"That's my business" she rebuffed him.

"I really don't know why you are being so obtuse, I can only guess that you were allocated to a pretty junior guy like me because of Miss Metcalfe's report," he turned to a paper file on his desk, "Ah she actually categorised you as unsuitable, bad attitude, inability to appreciate the need for continual image projection."  Mike continued.

"I guess I only looked at the photograph when I bid for you." he suggested, "We bid for PAs, when we have a vacancy, oh well, as long as you make decent Coffee we'll get along just fine, oh and for heavens sake get an outfit that actually fits."

Jennifer sighed with exasperation. "This is just fine."

"No Jenny it lets you down which lets the company down, now look how about a Thousand dollar advance against your year end bonus."

"No way." she replied in horror.

"Look, its interest free if you don't make the thousand this year then pay it off next." Mike gently persuaded her, "but I can't keep you beyond the two week trial looking like that, sorry."

"That's ridiculous." she complained.

"No it's not ridiculous it's in the agreement you signed, so here countersign the advance notice and than get yourself to a approved supplier and be back here by four thirty wearing a genuine company approved outfit."

He handed her the forms.

"Hand it in at either of our designate suppliers, oh and shoes, your's are a tad too low in the heel, your posture is bad, you will feel so much better."

Her eyes blazed "Should I get a nose job or F cup boobs as well?"

"No there is only a Thousand authorised" he smiled.

She left the office, smiled at Janie who had now returned to the desk in the outer office went along to the elevator and down to the entrance.

"Hey, where do you think you are going"  Amy Winstock, the early shift security guard challenged ."

"Shopping" Jennifer snapped irritably.

"Look honey, guys come here to work, not sneak out to shop." Amy warned her. "I guess I better search you."

"No way!" Jennifer protested.

Amy pointed to the company rules on employee responsibilities on the wall behind her,

"Just turn your pockets out, in the office. if you don't mind."

Jennifer turned out her pockets on to the table, as Amy looked on.

"Thats fine, I have to be seen to do my job," Amy reassured her, "just try not to leave in core hours, unless you want me to strip search you?"

Jennifer smiled uncomfortably at the thought, but she thanked Amy and walked briskly towards the street.

Jennifer found the primary authorised supplier of Walthers and Walthers uniform, Enrique Estoban Costumiers, was just a few doors down from the office building  and a small sign announced the boutique was itself a division of Walthers and Walthers.

The assistant smiled, a radiant smile, like a beauty queen, "May I help you."

"I need a work outfit".

"For"

"These guys" she handed over the piece of paper Mike had given her.

"Certainly, come through the back, I'll measure you."

The assistant led to a door marked fitting room, continuing through the apparent back of the cubicle to a larger room beyond.

"Hey just something off the peg," Jennifer suggested.

"Slip your jacket off, I'm Celia by the way," the assistant smiled as she bolted the door.

"Jennifer," she replied as she removed her jacket.

"Oh that posture, slip the blouse off please, let's see the problem" continued Celia.

"What problem?"

"Posture dear, that cheap nasty brassiere, where did you find it.?"

Celia unfastened Jennifer's bra and cupped her breasts as she stood behind her.

"Hey what are you doing?"  Jennifer gasped.

"Isn't that nicer, lifted not crushed". Celia asked.

"Yes, but."

"So it spoils your posture, I did three years on the catwalk dear and believe me posture is everything, here try this."

Celia handed her a black lace bra heavily underwired,

"How's that?"  Celia asked.

Jennifer was surprised at just how much better it felt. "Yes, good."

"And shoes try these"

Celia handed her some black shoes with three inch heels.

"Walk in them."

"I don't like heels."

"You look much better." Celia produced a tape and soon returned with a jacket and Skirt.

"That's not bad, in fact  that's perfect," Jennifer exclaimed.

"No it needs a little tuck," Celia exclaimed as she scribbled a note and attached it, to the Skirt.

"And the blouse," she put it on it was tailored snug fitting, Celia continued.

"Comfy."

"Yes."

"Wear the blouse, bra and shoes and come back at three thirty for the rest."

Jenny left the shop, were men suddenly watching her she wondered from her slightly elevated height, the heels were a pain but after a few shops she forgot all about it. she went window shopping and returned at three thirty for her skirt.

Four Thirty saw her back in the office, 

"Hi, new Jacket?" queried Janie,

Jennifer smiled.  Fully attired to company standards.

"Jennifer, very smart," Mike greeted her, "Just one thing, the St Christopher on the chain, no necklaces, sorry."

"But I always wear it" she insisted.

"You could wear one in your lapel, like this, he reached a jewellery box from a drawer and flipped it open revealing a simple gold cross."

"Yes, Thank you."

The day ended, Jennifer went home, forty five minutes in her aged Ford back to her Mom and Dads place.

They did not even notice her new clothes, but expected her to fix their dinner as usual.

She was almost late next day.

Mike did things, Jenny watched and did nothing, then a phone call, " For you"

"For me?" Jenny queried, she picked up her phone, "Hello."

"Hi Celia, Uniforms, was everything OK?"

"Yes, why?"

"You need spare blouses, well everything really, especially if you go away, I'll send a package over, it's all paid for, don't worry, so is everything OK?" Celia asked.

"Yes, thank you, yes." Jennifer replied then she answered Mikes quizzical look.

"Clothes, they will send some over" she explained as Mike smiled at her.

Lunch, the stuffy junior executive dining room, where Mike could take her as his guest, or eat out, Mike preferred a sandwich place and they ate together quickly returning well within the allotted hour. Then she watched Mike work until they went home.

Next Morning she was late, five minutes, but the swipe card system shut at nine so she had an interview to explain herself to the feared Miss Metcalfe.

Five minutes late became an hour.

"Hi, have a nice lie in," asked Mike handing her a coffee.

"Five minutes late and nearly an hour lecture."

She sat around and did nothing as usual.

"Is there something for me to do round here?" she asked.

"Yes, white two sugars, Please."

She slumped in her chair.

Lunch time, a sandwich.

Afternoon, boredom, Mike stood empty coffee cup in hand.

"I'll get it, milk two sugars, right?" she capitulated.

"No, sit here and look at these figures."

He pulled the chair back for her and she sat before the monitor.

Soon it was five, time had flown by, she went home fixed dinner for her folks,

Traffic again next day, arrived late, lecture an hour late to the office, computer work.

Lunch at the sandwich bar, life was becoming predictable.

Home, Sleep, get up, Traffic arrived late, lecture.

"Jennifer this is becoming unacceptable, squawked Miss Metcalfe, staring at her over her tiny heavy rimmed glasses."

"It's the traffic Miss Metcalfe."

"Then live closer and walk, I warned you verbally before, this is a written warning, one more and your employment will be terminated."

"What?"

"Final warning, one more incident and you will be dismissed for poor timekeeping and your reference will reflect this.

"But Miss Metcalfe I need this job."

"Have you considered a company apartment?"

"N'no, what?"

"Across the street, you could come here Sunday evening and go home Friday, nowhere for the car here but you could take Taxis, and the rent, well it's tight but you will get an increment after three months so it should be fine."

"Can I see one?" Jenny asked.

"Sure dear, come over now,"

Miss Metcalfe led through the foyer and they dodged traffic to cross the street to the apartment building above the shops opposite, everything was in corporate colours and  immaculate, there were Walthers and Walthers logos everywhere and the lift simply whooshed them to the fifth floor.

"Here we are," Miss Metcalfe announced. The lift door opened into a small foyer with a single door leading off it and as they entered Jennifer saw the breathtaking view across the river and upstate from the windows, then she looked round to see the Widescreen TV, DVD, Computer, everything laid on  and again everything displayed corporate logos and everything, even the furnishings were in corporate colours.

"This is corporate area so we do expect company dress at all times and visitors must be security cleared."

"Boyfriends?."

"Book a seedy Motel dear its easier" Miss Metcalfe smiled, "I can still remember boyfriends my dear, even if I am not so good at snaring them these days."

She checked the bedroom, a double bed, bathroom, big bath shower everything.

"How much?" Jennifer enquired.

"Deducted at source you will be strapped for pocket money for a while but soon you should be very comfortable with bonuses and increments."

"When do I move in?"

"Right now, phone your folks and explain and I'll have the janitor deliver your car to your folk's if you give me the keys,"

"What if I oversleep, Jennifer asked.

"Ah, you see this is company property so you cannot be late for work, otherwise tomorrow could be your last day."

Jennifer phoned her dad who gave her a hard time until her dad realised he would get full time use of her car, then he figured it was brilliant.

"I'll need my stuff"

"Just company stuff dear, just about everything beside clothes is here and we have your size so we can sort everything right now, in fact take the car home now and bring your company clothes back with you, I'll send a Limo for you in an hour."

"Thank you, Thank you so much" she almost skipped as she thanked Miss Metcalfe before making her way to the car park to drive her car home.

She bade her folks fond farewells and the big black company Limo came impressing the neighbours and soon she was back using her swipe card to enter her apartment and after three trips to bring all her cases up in the elevator she started to unpack and began setting her pictures and  disks in the places provided.

Miss Metcalfe knocked the door and Jennifer invited her in.

"A few pointers dear, please use the tablets provided, the company expects consistent result and well, that's why we have 31 tablets per month."

"I don't understand."

"The Pill dear, dancers have been taking them continuously for years and we find significant benefits when staff use them to avoid tiresome periods, don't worry I myself have used them continuously for many years with no ill effects."

"I don't know," Jennifer replied uncertainly.

"And take the company vitamins, here, they help with the lack of natural sunlight." she showed Jennifer a medicine bottle full of capsules. "The dosages are on the label."

Miss Metcalfe began to check the contents of Jenny's cases. "Oh Jenny this wont do at all, this underwear is worn out, barely fit for rags, and I'll wager you are wearing something just as bad today, show me." she demanded.

Jenny showed her the pantyhose and yellow panties she wore.

"No, you must wear company approved clothes, I shall have some sent over, meanwhile throw those in the waste disposal."

It was past Lunchtime when Jenny returned to Mike's office, "Miss Metcalfe told me you are a proper Walther's girl now congratulations!"

Miss Metcalfe was waiting for Jenny as she went to leave the building,

"Jennifer, one moment please," she ushered her to the office,

"What is it?"

"Your clothing, its here just try it before I sign it off, I ordered Thongs and Hold up stockings, you sexy young girls seem to prefer these to old fashioned tights with the sweaty crotch."

"Thank you Miss Metcalfe"

"Try them on then, here let me," Jennifer was shocked to find Miss Metcalfe lifting her skirt and suddenly her tights and knickers were round her ankles.

"Miss Metcalf!" she exclaimed.

"Don't stand on ceremony dear, make yourself decent." Miss Metcalfe replied.

Jennifer wriggled from the clothing around her ankles and slipped the thong on followed by the stockings, she felt cool, not sexy, just cool, and appreciated the advantage of such attire in a hot sticky office in summer.

"I'll bin these then," Miss Metcalfe unceremoniously discarded the offending knickers and tights in the waste bin.

Jennifer looked on as Miss Metcalfe disposed of her old stuff, "The company has a reputation to maintain, you know now run along dear."

Jennifer revelled in her new found freedom, her own apartment, all on her own no roommate, she read late into the night, undisturbed and woke early feeling refreshed after a good nights sleep

Miss Metcalfe questioned Jennifer when she arrived next morning, "Take the Vitamins dear, the flourescent lighting ruins your skin tone if you don't"

Jennifer admitted she had forgotten and promised to take some at Lunchtime but Miss Metcalfe handed her two capsules and a glass of Glucose drink, so she had little choice but to swallow them.

By the time Jennifer arrived at the office Mike was struggling with a computer glitch, "Jennifer, It's frozen," he suggested, and moved aside to let her squeeze alongside him, her leg against his, he felt the stocking top through the fabric of her skirt, he looked at her savouring the delights to come, and smiled, she rattled a few keys, and the screen cleared.

"Take over will you, it's driving me mad" he asked and stood to allow her to take his place, the view down her cleavage was very acceptable, just a few more weeks.

The phone rang, " Miss Metcalfe for you," Mike grinned motioning her to pick up her extension,

"Jennifer, do you have a hairdresser? asked Miss Metcalfe 

"I have a friend do it."

"It's a tad untidy dear, I'll get you a reservation," Miss Metcalfe clicked the mouse a few times.

"This evening 8.00 Ronaldo's, just up the street, it's a company facility, so there's no charge, all right."

"I suppose so" Jennifer said uncertainly and Miss Metcalfe put the phone down.

By seven fifty she was waiting,  the Hairdresser looked friendly enough.

"Ah Walthers and Walthers, Jenny, yes"

"Yes" Jenny replied,

"Come through to the back. I'm Pearl. so it's Hair, Nails and Wax."

"No Wax, sorry" Jennifer protested.

"It's a package dear, free, but otherwise you need to pay, sorry, all or nothing."

Hair to standard Company length and style, nails manicured and the wax to remove  her body hair, under arm, pubic hair, all of it, she felt naked even in her thong.

"See you next week" said Pearl.

"What?" queried Jennifer.

"Oh yes every Thursday, eight, see you, bye."  smiled Pearl.

Friday, the usual routine, then Friday evening and she prepared to go home to see her folks for the weekend.

Miss Metcalfe knocked on her apartment door..

"Sorry dear, could you help out, it's a secretary's job really, not a PA, but we are short of someone to greet guests serve food and that sort of thing, it's only over the road."

"When do you want me?"

"Right now dear"

They descended to road level crossing to the main building and ascending by elevator to the top floor they found the party already in full swing, elegant ladies and suave gentlemen, while anonymous Company girls in uniform acted as waitresses and served drinks and nibbles.  Miss Metcalfe directed her to a tray of peanuts and she started to offer them to guests, she felt hugely embarrassed, some of the guests had been her friends at university and yet she as waiting on them

At ten thirty she was sent home, feeling demeaned, ignored, almost sub human.

The door bell rang early Saturday morning, it was Miss Metcalfe.

"Did you enjoy last night dear?"

"Not really, Miss Metcalfe."

"Never mind, can you do another tonight, poor Lynda is still sick."

"I really should get home." Jenny answered.

"Company or parents first? You need to decide dear."

"I'll do it"

She served red wine, then more nibbles until Miss Metcalfe allowed her to leave at ten, as the gentlemen were invited, "Through to the back room", what ever that was.

Jennifer was back at work again Monday morning.

Mike was brief and to the point.  "Jennifer, you have an appraisal at central personnel at eleven, if you would care to prepare, Miss Metcalfe will show you where to go."

At 10.45 Jennifer went down to find Miss Metcalfe. "Are you all ready, dear, scrubbed up, shoes clean."

"Of course," Jennifer replied in annoyance.

Miss Metcalfe took her up to the top floor, Jennifer waited alone in an ante room  then a secretary, came to fetch her.

Six senior partners waited, two of them Conrad Walthers and Hermann Walthers descendants of the firms founders, Gustav and Franck Walthers.

"Jennifer" Gustav Walthers greeted her. "Don't be shy, we are here to discuss your future, strengths and weaknesses that sort of thing, is there anything you wish to say?"

"I don't think so," she replied quietly.

"So, you are on a final warning for lateness, you had to move in to a Company apartment, you refused to carry out duties below your perceived status, you showed reluctance to adopt Company dress and appearance code, it is well for you that Miss Metcalfe has spent the time to let you redeem the situation, any other views, gentlemen?"

"Very little evidence of any intellect, Mike Gordon cannot identify any specific item where Miss Mc Andrew has actually earned the company money." Sean Hammond observed.

"But she is very decorative, very sexy, she put customers at ease last evening I think."  Bruno Scarlatti added.

She felt helpless, standing before them, as they decided her fate.

"PR then rather than IT, is that our view?" Gustav wished to move on.

"Yes that's right, I mentor her if you agree," Bruno offered.

"Are we agreed gentlemen?"

Three hands raised, "Against" Three different hands.

"Then I use my casting vote, Please report to Mr Scarlatti's office at 2 p.m. for a mentoring session, you were very lucky that Mr Scarlatti has faith in you, You may go."

She went back to work, she worried about Bruno, she asked Mike about him.

"He likes good looking chicks, real ladies man, charming, all the girls like him, you should try to keep him on side."

She waited nervously in Mr Scarlatti's outer office at 2 p.m.

Hi secretary smiled at her.

"Is he Ok?"

"Sorry I cannot discuss Mr Scarlatti with anyone, but he is very reasonable, open to persuasion, if you see what I mean."

The buzzer sounded.

"You may go in."

The office was spacious oak panelled, strangely old fashioned for the Walthers building even the furniture seemed to belong to a bygone age, Mr Scarlatti sat behind a huge Mahogany desk. He motioned her to a chair.

"Jennifer, thank you for coming, as you see we have doubts but I think with some training you will be a big asset to the Company."

"Training, I have a degree," she replied confused.

"You are not a team player, coffee making, is something which builds teams, do you understand."

"Yes, sure but."

He cut her sort,

"You see, you don't call me Sir, am I as senior executive not worthy of such courtesy?"

"Well, I guess I never thought about it." she admitted.

"Still no sir, are you showing deliberate disrespect?" he asked.

"Sorry I don't do this hierarchical stuff." Jennifer insisted.

"Then perhaps I was wrong, you have no future here."

"I got a degree," she repeated.

"Claire my secretary has one also, she calls me sir."

"Ok I got it wrong, what do I need to do?"

"Show respect, stand up."

She stood.

"Sit down"

She sat.

"You say, Yes sir then do as told Ok, stand."

"Yes Sir" she stood.

"Did your parents chastise you as child, use cane or stick perhaps?"

"No Sir"

"It is like I thought, would you consent to correctional training to see if we can keep you here within the organisation,"

"And if I don't?" Jennifer asked quietly.

"I withdraw support and you're fired."

"Then I guess I have no choice." she said sadly.

He pushed a form at her which she read carefully before she signed it.

"Take this to Harrison in the Gym in the basement; he will get the program under way."  Bruno suggested and she realised the interview was terminated.

"Thank you, Sir." she said gratefully as she left the room.

She found the Gym, Harrison was there alone.

"Hi Jen, I guess I got to train you some."

"It's all nonsense, just because I don't call these so called executives "Sir."

"Yeah they are seriously screwed up, I guess you never been spanked since Kindergarten"

"No, I don't think so." Jennifer agreed.

"Bruno says six lashes this afternoon, is that Ok?"

"No, No it's not, one beats me."

"But you signed, corporal punishment program A; that starts with six lashes, you agreed."

She stared at the papers,  her signature scrawled beneath Mr Scarlatti's signature.

"Will it hurt?" she asked.

"Sure will, some girls like it, find it sexy, but most cry, I wipe their tears, you know comfort them, but it has to hurt."

"Ok, do it." she whispered resignedly.

"Bend over the rail please, and pop your hands in the leather cuffs," he added pointing to a wooden rail set at waist height supported by a pair of A frames, with leather cuffs attached to the front legs near the floor

He gently secured Jennifer's hands in the cuffs on the frame supporting the bar and as she bent almost double he threw her skirt up over her back and pulled her thong to her knees.

"Hey no one said anything about Aaagghh." Jennifer squealed.

The first slap from his outstretched hand across her buttocks silenced her, the second stunned her , the third brought tears, he stopped and spoke into an internal phone.

"I need a second opinion," he confided.

Miss Metcalfe appeared.

"She cries a lot after only three, is it Ok to continue,"

"Are you all right dear, you have to complete several modules if you are to stay here with us, are you all right"

Miss Metcalfe stared intently at Jennifer's bare buttocks, and at her perfect hairless slit seeking tell tale signs of excitement.

"Carry on Harrison, she is strong."

Three more blows then peace. Harrison rubbed Lotion into Jennifer's sore nether regions, as Jennifer cried softly.

"Say Thank you sir to Harrison." Miss Metcalfe advised her.

"Thank You Sir" she sobbed,

"And you will find it more comfortable to leave these off for the rest of the afternoon, collect them from me as you leave," Instructed Miss Metcalfe as she scooped Jennifer's thong from around her feet.

Harrison released her hands and handed her a tiny disc on a golden chain.  "You should wear this to show you are on probation," he suggested.

Mike was waiting for her as she returned to the office. "How did you get on?" he asked.

"Ok" she replied.

"Did it hurt?"

"Eh,"

"We know, all about the beating, I had to lobby like hell to keep you, is it sore?"

"Not too bad,"

"Show me" he suggested.

"No way"

"Don't be silly, you have failed to call me sir, I guess you want me to lie about it, and you won't even let me see if you need any lotion to kill your discomfort."

"I don't have any underwear on." she explained

"I am sure you look pretty much like any other girl, now bend over let me see."

She was revolted by the whole idea but somehow found the will power to bend over displaying herself to him as he lifted her skirt.

"You are all wet you naughty girl, you enjoyed it," he trailed a finger down her sex, briefly seeking her Clit before exploring her lower lips and eventually exploring an inch or so within, he was sure he felt her wetness increase.

"Mike!, my god, no, no way" she shouted.

"Don't you like that? he asked. slipping his thumb within her.

She wanted more than just a thumb but "No," said her voice and the moment was lost.

"Pity, it felt great to me, I thought perhaps we should make love, but never mind."

He gently touched her shoulder indicating she should stand.

"Check these figures would you, I need to make a call." he requested.

She sat before the computer screen, she had never really been into sex, studies were important and  pregnancy was the gateway to poverty in her parents opinion so boyfriends had been sparse and transitory, but an aching void had suddenly become apparent within her.

Why had she not said yes? he had offered what she needed, he was attractive, unmarried, so what had she to lose? perhaps she should carry a condom in case he wanted her in future. she put the idea from her mind as she idly played with herself with the left hand and operated the computer with her right.

"Left handed huh?" Mike was back.

"Sorry Mike, I mean Sorry sir, it won't happen again,"

"Any time, don't mind me." he smiled.

The day passed, she collected her thong from Miss Metcalfe as she left the building, "Jennifer dear, don't forget the vitamins, your complexion is suffering, take two capsules each morning and one before bed, they should help you, try one now."

Jennifer took the screw top bottle and unscrewed the child proof lid before taking one of the capsules and washing it down with a glass of glucose drink Miss Metcalfe gave her,

Jennifer thanked her and headed for her apartment, the stinging from her buttocks reminding her she needed to change her attitude.

Next morning Miss Metcalfe was waiting, "See me when Harrison has finished dear please"

She remembered to call Harrison "Sir" took her six lashes, with a whip this time , quietly and went to see Miss Metcalfe.

"How are you, are you sore?" she asked.

"Yes Miss Metcalfe, a bit sore"

"Bend over then I will rub something in," Miss Metcalfe offered.

"Did you take the Vitamins."

"Oh yes, two this morning." Jennifer confirmed as she bent over.

" Oh no pants dear?" she exclaimed.

"No point"

"Now Jennifer you were caught wanking yesterday, in the office in Company time, now this is unacceptable, you should use the equipment provided, you have one of these I believe."  She produced a Vibrator with company logo.

"Yes, in my apartment,"

"Well dear, I can see you are aroused and we will get no useful work from you in this state so use this one, it is brand new, unused, just lie on the couch, and relieve all those cares"

"No, I can't do that Miss Metcalfe" Jennifer refused but Miss Metcalfe simply took her by the shoulders and pushed her down into an easy chair then gently eased  the slim vibrator  up into her sopping vagina.

"Silly Girl,  just lie back and I will relieve the tensions for you." Miss Metcalfe suggested as she expertly twisted and manipulated the slim cylinder until Jennifer squirmed in ecstacy, she brought her fight to the very edge of orgasm then switched the machine off.

"Back to work dear"

"Miss Metcalfe, please you can't leave me like this,"

"Yes I can dear, now trot along"

She could barely walk to the elevator and her knees were buckling as she entered Mike's Office,

"Hi, How are you." He asked.

"Uh Ok sir,"

"Say you're trembling"

"It's nothing," she lied.

"Has Miss Metcalfe got you all hot and bothered?" Mike enquired.

"Sorry sir." she apologised.

"Well you're no use to me like this, where is your Vibrator?"

"At home sir."

"Fine," Mike agreed, "Just this once then I'll help you out,"

Mike kissed her long and hard on the lips as his fingers tucked into the waistband of her skirt and pushed it down to her knees before spreading her sex. He paused briefly to unzip his pants and as his erection sprang clear he was able to guide himself right in to her over excited sex sinking right until his balls slapped her crotch with one single thrust.

His fingers reached for her buttons and her blouse quickly followed her Jacket to the floor then her brassiere releasing her slender tits to his grasp, finally she wore just her  heels and stockings but she was too excited to care as Mike thrust repeatedly into her, pushing her back against the computer desk.

He smiled; maybe she would make the grade after all,

He realised her was about to come and pulled out sending cum arcing across her chest splashing her chin, and pumping, pumping across her belly.

He scooped some on his finger and fed it to her, she turned her face away, shame and revulsion replacing the exhilaration as her excitement subsided, and she felt ashamed as Mike wiped her with a hand towel from his locker. 

She reached for her blouse.

"No stay like that a little longer, let me savour your beauty, and anyway we need to let that cum dry so it doesn't stain your clothes."

He helped her dress for lunch time and they went for a sandwich at the sandwich bar, then back to work.

She spent the evening watching TV, falling asleep then waking in her chair at 3 a.m. realising she had slept for hours already, so exhausted from the day's excitement, was she in love?, in lust? or just plain horny, turned on by being spanked, she did not know or care she just felt fulfilled.

Next morning Jennifer presented herself at the Gym at 9 a.m. she curtsied to Mr Harrison,

"I am here for my punishment please, sir."

She placed herself over the apparatus, hands in the cuffs her arse exposed and elevated,

Harrison rapidly delivered the six lashes and she thanked him and rushed to see Miss Metclafe.

Miss Metcalfe handed her the vibrator

"Here you are dear,"

Jennifer grabbed it and eagerly thrust it inside her already sopping hole.

Miss Metcalfe judged the moment.

"That's enough dear run along"

Jennifer, quickly handed the vibrator back to Miss Metcalfe and ran to the elevator and on to the office, she saw Janie was away from the desk and as Jennifer entered the main office Mike was talking to Janie.

"Mike, please, a minute, please." Jennifer pleaded.

"Hi Jen, I was just discussing the news with Janie." Mike replied.

"What is it Miss McAndrews, you seem agitated" enquired Janie.

"Oh no, not agitated, no." Jennifer insisted.

"Then what is it?" asked Mike with a huge grin.

"Please Mike,"

"What?" he teased

"She's on heat, she is desperate, Look" Janie lifted Jennifer's skirt to reveal juices running from her sopping hole and leaking down her leg."

"I had better see to her" apologised Mike as he unzipped himself,

Jennifer sat on the edge of the computer desk and opened her legs as Mike thrust into her.

Janie sighed "You two, I don't know, like rabbits."

Jennifer looked at Janie, she wished she would go away, yet here she was being used by, or was it using, the boss while Janie could only look on, with jealousy.

"Come on Mikey boy ride her, remember when we were in the store room," urged Janie.

"Oh god Janie" he moaned.

"Do it to her too, and squirt her, don't pull out, come on in; out; in." Janie continued to taunt her.

"Fuck me, harder, harder, please I need to come, please come in me," Jennifer urged.

"She certainly bangs like a bunny, Mike, I think its time to let fly, cool her with your love piss, pretend it's me Mike, pretend you're fucking me."

"OOhhh, god Janie, I mean Jen" Mike's balls erupted and pumped spunk deep within Jennifer's willing womb."

"See that was nice, right I'll get back to my desk, bye," said Janie and left the office leaving the door wide open.

"Oh god, do you and her?"

"Fuck?"

"Yes, do you fuck her?"

"Not often, she has a boyfriend, hey you're my fucking P A, not my girlfriend or wife."

Jennifer shook, sated yet left off balance, her physical needs assuaged yet her emotions undermined.

"Anyway work" He stepped from his trousers,

"I got some spunk on them, pass a wipe would you?"

"No, I want you to fuck me again and this time get my name right," Jennifer insisted as she grasped his member and started tickling his balls,

It stood to attention and after slipping her skirt off she guided him in to her sopping spunk lubricated wetness,

"Fuck your Jenny, Mikes Jenny, Jenny and Mike, fucking" she whispered.

"On the floor, fuck me on the floor" she insisted.

This time their lips met and he tore her blouse open to release her breasts. His breath rasped like an animal, sweat poured from him as her pounded into her.

"Admit it, I'm better than her aren't I," she demanded.

"You're lovely, thank you," he replied as his aching balls once again emptied into her, leaving him drained.

He crawled into his chair and slumped against the filing cabinet.

Jennifer sat at the Computer and enjoyed the sensation of his spunk slowly oozing onto the chair, her skirt still on the chair back and she tried to continue where she had left off the day before with the meaningless report she had been assigned.

Jennifer absent mindedly took a couple of extra vitamin pills from the supply in her desk. Walthers and Walthers Vitamix C, the same as the ones Miss Metcalfe gave her, she suddenly felt better, and time seemed to fly by.

Mike dressed himself and headed for the recreation suite where he lay down for an hour, Jennifer skipped lunch hoping her torn blouse would go un noticed when she left at five.

A package came. a new blouse, ordered by Mike, a nice gesture she thought, and then she went home, she fixed diner and slept in her favourite chair until morning.

Harrison was waiting for her at the Gym next morning.

"Hi  Jenny," He greeted her, "I understand you are starting to enjoy the punishment, which was not the idea, so we need to move on."

"Move on?" she queried.

"Yeah, raise the bar, and it's sir, you keep forgetting, go out, knock, wait till I call you in, then curtsey and say good Morning sir, how may I be of assistance."

"No way, why should I curtsey, I am a P.A you are just a menial."

He twisted her arm behind her back.

"Start undoing the buttons," He whispered, "I shall enjoy this."

"Aaarrrgghh, You 're hurting" she wailed.

"Buttons," he ordered and Jennifer had no choice but to start undoing the buttons on her

blouse, he pulled her skirt and thong down and told her firmly, "Good, just shoes and stockings."

He changed arms and her jacket blouse and bra fell to the floor, then he pushed her to the whipping rail and started to flail her naked back and buttocks. she sobbed quietly  and then to her horror as he finished he grabbed her by arm and pushed her naked into the corridor. 

"Knock nicely and I might let you in before anyone sees you." he suggested

She knocked furiously on the door, it remained firmly closed.

"Oh dear," she saw Miss Metcalfe standing behind her,

"This will not do dear,"  she removed her own small jacket placing it around Jennifer's shoulders," He should have let you in,"  the jacket barely reached below her waist and left her breasts exposed but it was all she had.  Miss Metcalfe guided her to her office,

"Sit down dear, let me look"

"It was horrible." Jennifer sobbed.

"People could have seen me."

"But you are sopping wet again my dear, it turned you on, we really are running out of ideas for you."

Jennifer felt the familiar feel of the vibrator sliding so easily inside her.

"You have a terrible attitude problem, my dear, why do you think you are so high and mighty?"

Miss Metcalfe wanked Jennifer gently with the vibrator.

"I uh, have a, uh degree,"

"Yes dear, of course you have, but you have cute breasts and a winning smile, that's why you have a job here, you could go far, make a lot of money, but you must realise where you fit in."

Miss Metcalfe expertly took her to the brink of orgasm and beyond,

Jennifer lay sweating, drained of energy and emotion, brought to climax by an elderly unattractive woman.

"Crawl into a corner and rest a while dear, have some Vitamins  then we will have a little think."

She saw a blanket and pulled it round her and curled up in a ball and slept, after a while

Miss Metcalfe woke her,

"Jennifer, get dressed, here are your clothes, we need a little talk." Her jacket and skirt hung neatly on a coat hanger.

"Yes I'm Ok"

"Jennifer, it is about attitude, now we have decided to give you a last chance, we will reassign you to a corrective program from next Monday, it is a 24/7 on call assignment so you will live here, not in your apartment, and we will review it after a week."

"But  Miss Metcalfe, I like my job with Mike."

"Mike feels his performance suffers from your excess energy, but he is confident you can adapt and return after training."

"No I can't, I quit."

"Fine, your current remuneration sheet shows you three thousand in deficit, how would you like to pay?"

"Oh, how, oh gosh, no way." Jennifer blustered.

Miss Metcalfe presented her with a break down.

"Look dear, take a break, come back Monday and we start again."

Jennifer dressed, went back to the apartment and called a cab to take her to her folks place.

She lazed around, met old friends but they no longer talked her language, she missed  her friends from the Company, Janie. Mike, Harrison, Miss Metcalfe.

Jennifer returned Monday morning as instructed, she cold not get in the apartment building her swipe card would not work so she sought Miss Metcalfe.

"Don't worry dear, just go and see Mr Hamilton in the Gym, and we will see if you have learned anything, have you taken your Vitamins?"

Jennifer shook her head.

"Never mind, have a hand full, they wont hurt you." Miss Metcalfe reassured her as she handed her a hand full of capsules and a plastic cup  of Glucose drink.

She knocked on the Gym door, waited until Harrison called her in then walked in and curtseyed.

"Good Morning sir, how may I be of  assistance."

"Hi Jen, hey just strip and I will be with you."

"What?"

"Get naked, Ok"

"No!"

"Jen, I've seen it all before, don't blow your last chance."

Reluctantly she peeled off her Jacket, Blouse and Skirt.

"Naked" he reminded her.

She removed her panties and brassiere.

"Naked" he reminded her again.

She removed her shoes and stockings.

"Put your clothes on the chair." he ordered, "Now stand still"

He came round behind her and reached round to feel between her legs, his thumb slid easily within her.

"You are something else, Jen, just gagging for it yet so arrogant, come on through to the side room."

The side room resembled a tiny operating theatre, bed, surgical tools, a dentists chair and all clean, white, sterile, she sat on a simple plastic chair, naked.

Harrison told her to wait and she heard a discussion, then a woman and a man she had not seen previously entered the room.

"Good Morning Jennifer, I am Mr Fellowes and this is Nurse Hancock, we will be performing the procedure this morning."

"Status reminders dear," Miss Metcalfe spoke for them, "Just a little something, now hop up in the chair."

Jennifer climbed into the Dentists chair and as she went to ask what Miss Metclafe meant the mask was pushed over her mouth and the anaesthetic gas flowed, she tried to struggle but the gas overcame her and she was soon sleeping.

Jennifer woke much later, her breasts felt strange and something was very strange below.

"Jennifer, are you awake," asked the Nurse

"I guess; who are you anyway?"

"Nurse Hancock, we have done the procedure, the nipple rings will feel a little strange for a while and the clit ring will certainly take some getting used to, it can't retract into its little hood any more so it will make you more sensitive, remind you that you are a woman."

"You did that to me,?" Jennifer asked.

"Doctor Fellowes, well actually he is a surgeon, so it's Mr Fellowes, did it, he is very good."

"What do you mean good?"

"Oh he put one through my Labia once but it was too much of a distraction, I had to have it removed, in fact I think you will just spend all day craving cock with your clitoris stimulated like that."

"So does he know what he is doing?" Jennifer enquired in panic.

"Sure, we do lot of these, prostitutes mainly, helps you girls be ready when a man calls unexpectedly."

" I'm not a whore, I'm an executive PA." Jennifer corrected.

"Whatever, just keep the areas clean for a day or two, any problems have your pimp call us" Nurse Hancock gathered her belongings and left the room.

"Bye," she called.

Jen looked in horror as she raised herself, her nipples now sprouted golden sunbursts held by a pin spearing right though the nipple but below, her clit which she admitted was perhaps meatier than the average girl's had been pulled clear of its hood and pieced with a small diameter but thick ring, and it irritated and stimulated tugging pressing as it tried to retract, designed to stimulate just as the moment had passed.

She gently massaged it sending a warm glow through her and the tiny bud became erect, she lay gently massaging herself, feeling nice, but then the desire and need followed nice, need becoming desperation, she looked for someone or something to assuage her needs.

Miss Metcalfe knocked and entered her room.

"Miss Metcalfe, please"  Jennifer pleaded.

"I have it here dear" she handed Jen a vibrator.

"Thank you"

"I have a new uniform for you and I have a make up lady coming over, so let me dress you while you sort yourself out."

Miss Metcalfe expertly fitted the half cup bra around and under Jens breasts, then the white blouse, tailored, cut so the top buttons could never be fastened made especially to show her cleavage, yet tight round the waist; and her black leather skirt, just long enough to hide her sex unless she bent over, finally a leather thong.

"Now dear, put that Vibrator on Low and let me fasten it in with this," ordered Miss Metcalfe.

Jennifer moved the switch and moved her hand as Miss Metcalfe pulled the thong tight imprisoning the Vibrator inside her.

"Just the shoes now dear, lovely high heels, very uncomfortable but they look so sexy, here."  She slid them on, Golden slippers, a mass of straps lacing around her ankles for support, exposing her toes.

Jennifer was surprised to hear faint clicks as Miss Metcalfe tightened the straps.

"What's that clicking?" she asked.

"Padlocks dear, to keep them on, you supervisor will keep a key, don't worry."

"Supervisor?" Jennifer asked.

"Yes dear you are on probation; you have to have someone looking after you."

"Probation?"

"Questions, come along, can you walk?" Miss Metcalfe enquired.

Jennifer tentatively tried a few steps, it was like ballet her foot nearly vertical, her buttocks swayed obscenely as she moved.

"Stop" Miss Metcalfe ordered and fastened a wide black choker collar around Jennifer's neck and tightened it so she could place a few fingers inside to help keep Jennifer safe in case she stumbled.

"Walk On" Miss Metcalfe ordered, thinking of her beloved horses of her youth, great brutes ten times her size which she had controlled with ease.

Jennifer walked from the Gym grateful for the guiding hand, they passed familiar faces and then along unfamiliar corridors deep into the building.

Miss Metcalfe stopped at a security door, "Metcalfe and Jen Two"

"Ok Open her up" a voice called and they went in, down a long room, a warehouse, with crates and boxes and packages then on to a labyrinth of small rooms some just cupboards. The halted at one and Miss Metcalfe opened the door.

"We had to clear your apartment for re use, dear, here is the crate with your stuff Ok"

"W'what" exclaimed Jennifer, she felt somehow drowsy, as if everything was a dream, she felt she would stumble and fall as if her feet were somehow detached from her brain.

"Don't be silly, follow me." Miss Metcalfe ordered.

"No please I will fall."

Miss Metcalfe smiled, at Jennifer.

"Of course I'll help you." she said as she grasped the band around her neck.

They retraced their steps and then ventured once again into unknown territory arriving at an anonymous door labelled Make up 2.

"Miss Mecalfe and Miss McAndrew."

"Oh all right, I am Charmaine, and I will be looking after you while you are with us, what is required madam."

"It's on the sheet, electrolysis, sort the lipstick then tattoo it and I think ponytails and a straw boater."

"Is she working yet?"

"No, next week when the piercing have healed."

"Don't I have any say" said Jennifer.

"No," Miss Metcalfe and Charmaine answered in chorus, and laughed.

"No probationers do as they are told."

To be continued?