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He Said:I'm a senior executive of a Fortune 500 company who is lucky enough to liveand work in a division that is in a city outside the main company headquarters.This means that I'm less concerned with avoiding political dodgeballs andmore concerned with actually getting things done. It also means that I havemore leeway in motivating and getting the workers to produce to the levelthat's made me pretty successful and makes the top level executives grudginglygive their approval to almost anything I set out to do. I'm sure that thehead office realizes that if they tried to move me into their snake pit ofa head office, it'd be the end of my successes.
Anyways, my current dilemma was twofold;I had lost my executive assistant to pregnancy and was told that she wouldn'tlikely be back. And truth be told, although she was marvelous at her job,she was pretty cookie cutter in her attitude about life and the universe-I'msure you get what I mean, she was boring and efficient to deal with but hadno passion for the job that I could feel. I guess it wouldn't be fair tocall her a suburban-soccer-mom-ish but screw it, that's the best descriptionI can think of. Secondly, my staff morale wasn't what it should've been.True, they were still far more productive than the company wide average butstill, this bothered me in that I had and continued to have high expectationsfor all of them. I suspect that the exit of two members of the sales forcefor our office who were nicknamed 'doubleD' and 'doubleE' was a major downsidefor morale, or at least for the guys. DoubleD ended up leaving for a betterjob but DoubleE didn't deal with her friend's departure very well and sliddown the performance scale to the point where I had to fire her. After herfirst warning, I hinted that shorter skirts, at least above the knee aboutthin blouses would be a smart idea for her. That worked out well for allconcerned, I'm sure she heard some snickers behind her back but hey, she'sin sales, its part of the deal. Not surprisingly, her performance didn'timprove and I didn't make any effort to help her any more or less. Seeingher next set of sales numbers, I decided it was time to push the envelopewith her, it was time to see how much she wanted her job. We had anotherwarning meeting and I told her she had her official second warning- she knewthat it was three strikes and you're gone and immediately had a worried lookon her face. I strongly hinted, hell, let's be honest, I told her directlyto her face, that miniskirts, visible garters and push-up bras would helpher dealings with me and she nodded slowly, realizing that her job was onthe line if I was being so direct and obnoxious. I'm sure she was anxiousto keep her job because she wasn't particularly good at sales and it wasbecoming evident that she survived by pairing up with her equally busty friend.In the end, that warning worked out pretty well for all concerned, the staffwere happy to gawk or gossip, she was happy to keep her job and I was happybecause I didn't realize that they made skirts that short anymore (plus herperfect legs made the deal). In the end, I admit that I turned into an asshole,I decided to really take advantage of the situation and called her in andtold her that her numbers were even worse and told her she'd be fired unlessshe made me very happy. That was actually a lie and her numbers had improveda bit but if she decided not to check her own numbers that was her problemnot mine.
Things ended up working out better thanI'd hoped, she actually took it upon herself to schedule meetings with meand make sure she was waiting under my desk, ready to blow me when the meetingswere scheduled. Truly, there is nothing greater than coming back from anoutside meeting and knowing that a beautiful woman is waiting under yourdesk with her mouth ready to service you. I also decided that for remotemeetings, I would have her blow me during the meetings when I was on speakerphonejust because I could.
This went on for about two more monthsand I decided that it was time to increase the stakes. I started to hintthat I'd like to see her in sluttier clothes, and had left her a bag witha patent leather corset, rubber stockings and 7" ballet boots. The nexttime I came in for my usual blowjob, she wasn't there. She came to my officeand informed me that she thought I was bluffing and that I'd never get ridof her if she kept servicing me occasionally and that I wouldn't ruin a goodthing. Fine, I thought, your choice. I waited until she screwed up a dealand then called her in the office, let her blow me as usual and then hadsecurity escort her out of the building. Oh, and yes, I made sure that shehad my cum dripping down chin when she was dragged out of the office.
Now back to the present, I've now interviewedabout 20 female candidates from the recruiter. They're all wonderfully blandand efficient and really boring. Efficient business suits, hair in a tidyknot, sensible shoes and no personality whatsoever. Yeah, great, that'llget me passionate about this place. I was ready to pick the best of the lotwhen I decided to place an ad in the local paper and see if that broughtup anything interesting. As expected, advertising for a well-paid executiveassistant brought in a bunch of resumes, and a bunch of incompetents to gowith it. I was on the third last interview of the semi-competent ones andthen saw Her. Yeah, this was more like it, long honey blond hair in a pony-tail,5 inch pumps and a skirt that showed me plenty of what I wanted to see plusthat rack of boobs that I'd been dreaming of- she had those DoubleE boobsbut rounder and more firm! She had pretty good qualifications for the jobeven, apparently she had come to the states from England with her boyfriendmonths earlier when he'd suddenly gotten laid off from his new tech job andhad suddenly taken off back to the UK, leaving her alone in the city witha high priced apartment and no set of friends or family to back her up. Iwas thinking that this could work out just fine for all concerned.
She Said:My name is Amy and I'm originally from a small town within an hour of London.I was brought up in the usual upper-class way, by which I mean, I lived witha nanny until I was able to stand being away from home and then was shippedoff to boarding school. Don't get me wrong, I was taken care of and my parentswould come to see me when they could squeeze it into their schedule but whenthey split up when I was 12, I rarely heard from them and rarely do now even.
This isn't one of those stories whereI blame everything on school, society and mum and dad, I'm actually fineand not 'disturbed' through all of this. The boarding school where I wasbasically brought up was great and they gave me a brain and made sure thatmy body was fit. But all-girl schools tend to churn out saints or sluts andI ended up in the half and half camp, slutty mind but too shy and properto actually make myself available. Even worse, my slutty mind was focusedon a couple of 'instructional videos' that the school grudgingly was forcedto show us in lieu of what American schools call 'sex ed'. I'm sure you getthe idea, my creativity when it came to sex was pretty much none but I knewthat I wanted something more than what I'd seen.
Once I was out of school, I ended upworking temporary jobs for a couple of years, never being any more than thedowdy girl with clothes hiding her assets, of which I had plenty. Big boobsand shyness do tend to go together for some and I tried to downplay my looksand assets as much as possible. Then I hooked into Jason's company in London,he was exciting and wild and had loads of cash from his job. He and I becamean item and I quickly loved to take Jason's money to lingerie stores anddressed to please him and myself although given my lack of experience, I'msure I looked as often a 10-cent whore as his sexy girlfriend. My dreamsof sex were finally happening for me but Jason wasn't as good in the bedroomas I thought things should be. He did the things that I'd seen in the videobut he wasn't even lasting as long as that 3-minute video I saw in school.Seems funny that he wasn't great in bed, yet he was good looking, had a greatbody and was persuasive enough to get me to pierce my nipples, tongue andbelly button yet things didn't work for him and me intimately. At least hegot me to dress for fun, I learned to love short skirts and stockings andtight tops and we definitely made our impressions on the nightlife crowd.This was almost everything I had dream about and I decided that I didn'twant it to ever end.
One day, Jason got an offer from a firmin America. He offered me a chance to join him and I jumped at it, figuringthat the odds of getting to America were otherwise pretty slim. We packedand moved within a month and setup in the mid-west in a small city. Evenfor a small city, I was overwhelmed by the noise, the speed that everythinghappened at and the newness of it all. Jason started working almost as soonas the plane touched down.
I know he didn't mean for me to be leftalone and lonely but he was the new kid and had to catch up with the newcompany before crunch time hit. Alone all day, without a job, since Jasonthought that his big salary at the new place could easily take care of bothof us, I became bored. I started to wander around the city, finding the goodand the bad part of it fascinating. I didn't make any friends but wasn'tworried- when Jason was caught up and had free time, we'd start hitting theclubs and having fun. One thing I was worried about was our relationshipin bed, I was VERY horny and Jason was always tired and not ready to do anythingonly weeks after we'd gotten there.
After about a month I started to wonderwhat some of the seedier sex shops had in them. Maybe I could do somethingdifferent that would spark his interest back to me and away from fallingasleep immediately. I tried the cheap leather-and-chains bra and panty setbut that didn't work too well, it seemed to put Jason to sleep faster thanwhen I'd come to bed with nothing on. The woman in the sex shop saw me upsetwhen I came back and asked me if things were working out, I told her thatthey weren't and I didn't know what else to do. She said that there was alot more things I could try so I said that I was willing to try anything.We went to the back of the store and she gave me a load of things and toldme to see what I thought of rubber! I didn't understand why anyone wouldwant to wear anything rubber but I understood it a little bit once I startedto smell it, for whatever reason it started to make me wet almost immediatelyand I was a little afraid because nothing really had made me feel like thatso quickly before. I snapped out of it when the saleswoman passed me sometalc and told me that would help get the items on faster and without hurtingmy skin. It took me about 5 minutes to have the nerve to try anything on,even being by myself in a changing room but eventually I got up my nerve,stripped down to nothing and thought to myself that I'd come far enough,I might as well see how this goes.
I loved the feeling of the rubber onmy skin immediately and found that the tighter it felt the randier I felt,after minutes in it in the warm shop, the smell of my own sweat with therubber was making me insanely horny. The woman gave me a set of 8" heeledboots to top everything off. They hurt like hell for 10 minutes and put tearsin my eyes when I stood up but then got me so horny when looking at myselfin the dressing room mirror, I put up with the pain and fingered myself toorgasm at least twice in the dressing room. When I finally came out, I'msure the woman noticed my flushed face and she had obviously overheard mymoans because she had a big grin on her face. I ended up buying a good qualityleather bustier, a true bust-to-crotch corset made of steel and rubber, rubberstockings and garters and 2 sets of 5" black pumps and one impossiblepair of 8" ballet boots made of steel and pink rubber. Now, I thought,if this package doesn't work for him, I don't know what will.
I came home with my packages in the earlyevening, realizing that I'd been away since early in the morning doing my'shopping'. When I walked into the front of the building, I didn't realizewhy the doorman was giving me such a funny look. I had thought I was stillwearing some of my naughty things but I checked myself, I looked the sameas when I'd left. I finally got to our floor and put the key to the lockwhen I noticed boot marks on the floor in front of the door, how odd, I thoughtbut let myself in. To my horror, I realized that the apartment was almostcompletely empty and there was a letter on the bed. All I seemed to havein the house was some kitchen items, the bed and my own clothes, everythingelse was gone!
After taking a couple of minutes to calmdown, I rang downstairs to the doorman and told him I'd been burgled. Hesaid, with pity in his voice, that Jason had a moving truck there at 10 AMand had moved out quite a bit of items by noon and had long gone. Oh no,I thought, what the hell is going on as I opened the letter. I knew whatthe point of the letter was but the why is what mystified me.
The letter was from Jason and he saidthat he'd been fired about 2 weeks after starting on his new job. Since we'dpaid 4 months rent in advance on the apartment, he thought he'd be able tofind a new job and I wouldn't know any better. Things didn't work out thatway and he'd actually been working two menial jobs to bring in at least abit of money. I guess that explains why he was so tired all the time. Finally,he said that he couldn't hack being a failure anymore and he was using thelast bit of money to get his things out and was moving back to England. Hehoped that I would forgive him for abandoning me but that the rent therewas paid for 2 full months and that I'd be able to get along without him.Great, I thought, now I'm alone in the city with nothing but an apartmentwith 2 months rent paid and almost nothing else. Now what.
I cried myself to sleep and stayed inthe bed for a couple of days before realizing that I had to get myself goingagain. I finally remembered my purchases and thought that I might as welltry them on again and see if I could cheer myself up. After putting on thetalc, the smooth rubber felt like silk as I fit the corset onto me. The corsetwas done up as best I could manage, not knowing how tight I should've beenable to get it. I realize that I'd only shrunk my 28" waist down to25" and could do a lot better but any tightness was a good feeling.With the steel and rubber corset, the rubber panties and the 5" pumpson me, I again felt like I was in a dream again and put my fingers back tomy cunt without realizing it. I fingered myself to orgasm three times andthen collapsed on the bed. After a couple of minutes I got up, looked atmyself in the mirror and thought that life wasn't so bad if I could lookand feel like this all the time.
Next morning, reality hit hard and Iregistered with a temp agency and waited. Apparently, my specific skillsweren't as high in demand as I'd hoped although my lack of experience inthe states was what was hurting me. I started reading the want ads in thepaper, realizing that I had almost no money and only another 6 weeks to beable to come up with rent to be able to stay where I was.
I was reading the paper during my morningtea when I saw a great looking job, very good pay range, close to the apartmentand I could narrowly fit into the required skill set although I knew I didn'thave enough executive assistant experience to be a top notch contender. Iimmediately sent out a resume that day just hoping for the best and was surprisedto get a call two days later to come in for the interview the next day.
Realizing that my opportunities to getemployment were slim and that I had better take advantage of what I had,I made sure that I had on a skirt that I had only intended to use for clubbing,plus my (now) favorite 5" pumps, a thin blouse that showed off my amplebust and made sure my long blond hair was at least in an impressive ponytailstretching down to my butt. OK, I told myself, any asset is fair in loveand war and started towards the office building I'd been given the addressto.
When I got there, I noticed that thiswasn't quite the same as other offices I'd been to, people seemed very openand pretty upbeat, not 'drones' as everyone usually referred to themselves.I went into the preliminary interview and talked to the HR people for anhour when the phone in the room buzzed and I was told that I was going tobe directly interviewed now by the executive director for this division ofthe company. Great, I thought, I might just have half a chance here if I'mgetting a high level interview already.
I walked into the executive office andsaw the man that I would be working for, he seemed to be nice enough lookingand smelled of a good quality cologne. We sat down to chat and things wentpretty well, I confess that I took multiple opportunities to bend over orshow off what was under my skirt but I didn't have the nerve to be overlyaggressive or hint at what I would do to get this job. He thanked me forcoming in and thought that we could likely work together as long as I realizedthat he was pretty demanding and I'd have to be able to live by that, nomatter what. I said that I could and was ready to start immediately.
With that, he smiled and said to takethis package home and see if I thought I had what it takes to work with him.I thought that was strange again but agreed to meet him the next day andgive him a decision. I walked home and looked in the package and was in fora surprise...
Part II coming soon.
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