Company Slut Chapter 2
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It was almost a week later when Brooke got a call from Mr. Barstow. He intentionally called during the day when Brooke's husband, Ken, was at work because Brooke had said she didn't want him to know anything about her work yet.
She didn't want him to know because first off, she didn't have the job yet and didn't want to jinx things, and secondly, she didn't want him asking too many questions about it and finding out there was more to her job than just being your average run-of-the-mill secretary!
Brooke was puttering around the house doing her housework when the phone suddenly rang. "Hello?" she asked.
"Mrs. Robbins, this is Mr. Barstow. I am just calling to let you know we got the results back from your physical and you have been cleared to come to work. If you are still interested in the position, come by tomorrow so we can get some paperwork started and a little orientation for your new job," Mr. Barstow said.
"Yes! Yes, I am still interested! What time should I be there, Sir?" she said, almost exploding with excitement.
"Well, since you seem so eager to get started, why don't we say tomorrow about 11:00 am?" he said.
"Yes, Sir! I'll be there!" Brooke said. She hung up the phone and did a little happy dance as she thought about the sex–and the money, but mostly the sex–she would be getting!
That evening, when Ken came home, he found a bubbly, whistling wife. "Hi honey, I'm glad you're home. How was work today?" she asked.
"It was miserable. We lost another contract to Mayfield Construction and, as if that wasn't bad enough, I had to let Billy go. He was the last guy we hired, so he had the least seniority," he said.
"Oh, I'm sorry, honey! Billy was a good guy from what you've told me about him. What's he going to do now?" she asked.
"Well, he's talking about heading east. I guess he figures he can find work there. He has family in St. Louis, he says, so he might be headed there," Ken said.
"I'm sorry you had to fire Billy. And I'm sorry that you lost another contract. But it will all work out somehow," Brooke said trying to make her husband feel better.
Dinner that night was quiet and subdued. Brooke wanted to tell him about her new job, but she waited a bit longer until she knew more about it. She would need to know just what she could tell him about it... and what she would need to keep from him!
The next day, Brooke prepared to meet with Mr. Barstow once more. She dressed in the same short red dress she wore the last time she met with him–it was the only thing she had that was sexy enough for him. She got dressed and ready to go and when it got time to meet Mr. Barstow, she drove to his office.
"Hello, Becky, I'm here to see Mr. Barstow," she said as the door to the elevator opened on the twelfth floor.
"Hello, Mrs. Robbins, of course, he is expecting you. Go right on back," Becky said.
Brooke went back to his office and knocked on the heavy wood door.
"Ahh, Mrs. Robbins! Come in please and have a seat!" he said, standing as she entered. He waved her to a chair in front of his desk.
"Thank you, Sir," she said, taking a seat.
"Now then, as I said, I got your physical exam results back and the doctor said it was fine for you to go to work here. Dr. Williams is well aware of what the job you are applying for entails, and so I told him to be very thorough. He said you were a bit shy at times but you did what he told you and he said you did very well," Mr. Barstow said.
"Thank you, Sir," Brooke said.
"Oh, it wasn't a compliment necessarily. It was also a test–a test to see if you were really cut out to be a secretary slut. The good doctor and I made it especially intimate in order to see if you would go through with it.
"Had you balked or refused, you wouldn't be sitting here now. No, you went through with the whole embarrassing and humiliating thing. And in so doing, you proved your worth as our secretary slut!
"Now, I have here a contract which every person who comes to work here must sign. It sets out work requirements, salaries, and other details pertaining to your work. I'm sure you will find it pretty standard stuff, however, there are a few details not shown on your contract for obvious legal reasons.
"First off, let's discuss your appearance. Is this the same dress that you wore last time you were here?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir. I'm afraid I don't have a lot of sexy clothes. We don't have the money to go out much anymore and I haven't had much need to dress up lately," she said looking down at her lap.
"Well that dress is quite attractive, but you will need a selection of clothes. I'll tell you what I am going to do. Because I want you to start working as soon as possible, I am going to set up a line of credit for you at one of the boutiques here in Salem.
"You are to go there and get yourself some clothes to wear for work. I want clothes that are sexy, attractive and just tame enough to wear in public. Think mini-skirts, little black dresses, and things that show you off to full advantage.
"I want that 'slutty without being trashy' look–understand? I want you to be provocative, but not street whorish. This is a place of business and not a brothel after all!" he said.
"Yes, Sir. I will buy a few things to start and bring them here for your approval. I'll keep the receipts just in case they aren't what you like and that way I can return them and get something more to your liking. I do want to look good for you, Sir," she said.
"That is a very good idea. Yes, let's do it that way. And once we have you suitably attired, I will take a little out of each paycheck until you repay whatever it is you bought," he said.
"Yes, Sir," she said.
"In addition to your outer clothing, you will wear heels and thigh-top stockings. No pantyhose– they hinder access. You may wear panties if you wish, but be prepared to take them off as needed. However, you should not wear a bra as that is harder to take off," he said.
"Yes, Sir."
"Next item is your conduct here. You will be polite, obedient, and submissive at all times to all the employees. You are the new girl here and the company slut, therefore everyone here is your superior.
"The men here will be referred to as Sir and the women will let you know what to refer to them as–some do not like to be called Ma'am. I am your supervisor and your boss so you will answer to me. But you will respect everyone who works here," he said.
"Yes, Sir."
"Now you are being hired as a secretary/slut. Your job will be to perform all the typical secretarial duties I require of you, but also to provide sexual relief to all male and female staff members wherever, however, and whenever they ask, providing you are not otherwise busy doing something for me.
"You will only provide for the employees, for now. In the future, you may occasionally be needed to "woo" a potential client or thank a current client for their faith in us.
"If you are called on to perform outside the company, condoms will be used for your protection. But for our staff, they won't necessarily be used. Are you okay with that?
"Each of our staff members is tested every six months just because of this "benefit" we offer, although frankly, you have little to worry about because as I told you before, most of our people are so busy that they have little time for a social life outside the office here.
"So it's not like you will be at any real risk. And you will be getting so much sex here you won't want to look elsewhere for any either!
"However should you feel the need to, you are allowed to give yourself sexual release anytime during the day. But you must ask permission from me first, as I may want to watch. You see, one of my little kinks is to watch a woman masturbate, and I may have you put on a show for me or for some of the other staff members. Do you understand these rules as I have explained them?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir."
"And are you willing to abide by the rules while you are working here?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. Then let's go over the rest of the contract and you can sign it once we finish," he said. "I apologize for the vague ambiguity of your 'other' job details, but it would be an impossible task to list every act or duty you will perform.
"Tastes change, and you will be servicing a number of individuals here at B.A. We have a dozen employees, myself included, that will require your talents and skills."
"I understand, Sir, and let me just say that I will do my best to satisfy whatever I am called on to do. I may not have much of a sex life at home currently, but in the past, I was more than a little... experimental!" Brooke said, blushing a little.
They went over each section of the contract with Mr. Barstow explaining each item until Brooke understood it completely. In the end, she signed the contract and gave him her contact info: address, home, and cell phone number, and email address.
"I try not to call my people at home," Mr. Barstow said, "When you get home after a long day at the office, the last person you want to hear from is me talking more about work! And in cases like yours where there might be a spouse or significant other, it's best if I don't call and discuss work-related issues.
"But if I do have to call you, you can tell your husband that you are my secretary–just a regular office secretary–and we will not discuss anything but that sort of work over the phone while you are home.
"And should he call here, Becky out front is very good at answering the phones all businesslike and professional. No one but the people who work here need to know your 'other duties' in this office."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," she said.
"Excellent, then I think we're just about done here. The only thing left is the inspection. This part is a little demeaning, but it's nothing compared to what you'll be doing once hired. So if you will remove your clothes, all of them please," he said, as he came around the front of his desk and took the seat that she had been sitting in.
Brooke slowly undressed, laying her dress and clothes on the back of another chair in the office. When she was completely naked, she came and stood in front of Mr. Barstow. It felt strange to be standing naked in this office in front of a strange man, but she couldn't help but be more than a little aroused as well.
Mr. Barstow looked her up and down, examining her like she was a prime steer at the county fair. "Very lovely. And how tall are you, my dear?" he asked.
"Five foot six inches, Sir, in my bare feet. But I'm wearing six-inch heels right now," she said.
"I see. Well, that is fine. You will be required to be in heels while working here, and six foot is a good height in them. If you were six foot in bare feet that might be a problem–towering over the men and women here might be a turn off to some of them.
"But you are fine. I also notice that you are... a natural blonde. I like to have my sluts clean-shaven. So you will need to take care of that before you start working here. I like the look of a tight, well-kept pussy and your fur, even though it appears well-trimmed, obstructs my view. Not to mention the hazards of a stray hair in my mouth!" he said, winking.
"Y-yes Sir," she said. Brooke blushed at his remark and she felt her pussy flood. It had been a long time since her husband or anyone else had gone down on her. She missed the joys of a talented tongue!
"Turn around slowly, my dear," he said. Brooke obeyed, turning slowly as he looked her over. "Hmm..." he said, as she modeled herself for him. When she had done a complete rotation, she stood in front of him again.
"Well, my dear, I think we can work with you quite nicely. You have a lovely figure–just out of curiosity, what size are your breasts?" he asked.
"36DD Sir," she said.
"Very nice. And you have a firm ass which will also please my staff. Tell me, do you like anal sex?" Mr. Barstow asked.
"Yes Sir, although it's been a long time since I had anyone... back there," she said.
"Well, here at B.A. you can count on having all your holes filled regularly. We have some men who enjoy a simple blow job, some who like to fuck, and some who like to sneak in the back door so to speak. And our women occasionally like to play the male role with their strap-ons as well as get serviced by a friendly mouth. Any objections there?" he asked.
"Mr, Barstow, as I have explained, I love sex, almost any kind of sex. And unfortunately, my husband has been unable to provide me with what I need. Yes, I have cheated on him–several times. But only to get my needs filled, not because of any feelings towards any of my male partners. I love my husband.
"If I can work here and earn good money, that's great. If I can work here earn good money AND have my sexual needs met, that's wonderful. I would be more than happy to supply you and the other men and women of this company with as much of me as you want–in any way that you want.
"All I ask is that there be no pain, other than maybe an erotic spanking or such, and no marking where it would show... I don't want my husband asking where I got those bruises from, you know.
"I understand that what you are asking is borderline illegal and I'm okay with that–I'm a big girl and I know what I'm getting into up front. I do have one other concern though, Sir, if I may," she said.
"And what would that be, my dear?" he asked.
"Well I know that I am being hired as a secretary and slut and that I will be servicing everyone here, but... how do I put this... I just don't want to looked down on as just a street whore.
"I mean I don't expect anyone to call me Ma'am or anything as if I was their boss. But I do want to be treated respectfully like you would treat any other co-worker. Like you have treated me today, Sir," Brooke said.
"Mrs. Robbins, let me assure you that we here at B.A. make no distinctions in how we treat each other based on our job or position. We are a family here, and we treat each other with the utmost respect whether you are the head of the company or the clerk in the mail room... or the company slut.
"We get together away from the office–for company barbecues, Christmas parties, and other events. And at those events, you are a regular member of the B.A. team like anyone else. Your job title here will be a secretary and you will be treated as such, respectfully and professionally.
"Now, while you are with one of our staff, there may be occasions where you will be talked dirty to–some of our staff like dominance games and some just enjoy dirty talk and name calling.
"However, that all ends when the games are over. In the hallways, in the lunchroom, and all other places you will be talked to and about in a way that would fit in with any other company. If you hear otherwise, you come see me and I will correct the problem, post haste!" he said.
"Thank you, Sir. I was just wondering where my secretarial duties stop and my slut duties begin!" she said, smiling sheepishly.
"Your secretary stops, my dear when you agree to let it. If I was to ask you right now to lay on the desk so I could take my pleasure in you and you said no, then your refusal stands–even to me.
"You are a person here, Mrs. Robbins, and you have the right to say no just as anyone else. Always keep that in mind.
"Now if there is someone here who you just cannot stomach the idea of letting them have you, then we will work with that when it happens. Do you understand? You are a slut, not a slave. You have the right to say no," he said seriously, looking her straight in the eyes.
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," she said, smiling at him.
Mr. Barstow glanced up at the clock on the wall. "Well, unless you have any other questions, you may get dressed. Welcome to Barstow Associates. Today is Wednesday and Friday is the end of the current pay period.
"For simplicity's sake and to give you a few days to shop for clothes, why don't we say your first day of work will be Monday. Is that all right with you?" he asked.
"Monday would be wonderful, Sir. Thank you for giving me this opportunity," she said, hardly able to contain her excitement.
"You are welcome, my dear. Now here is a list of five stores with which we have charge accounts. You can go to any of them to get the clothes you need.
"There is a name next to each store name–that person knows just what to shop for, so use them as your contact for whichever store you shop in. They will set you up with the clothes you need at the best prices.
"Just pick out whatever clothes you wish and charge it to the company. Once you have your clothes, we will set up a payment schedule, taking a bit out of each check until you have it paid back," he said.
"Yes, Sir. I will do my best to be pleasing to you when I start work on Monday," she said. And Brooke, now dressed again, left Mr. Barstow's office with a smile and a new job to look forward to.
Brooke drove home, thinking about her new job and what was going to happen Monday morning.
She could hardly concentrate on driving, her pussy was leaking and tingling and her breath was rapid as she thought about her first day. How many of the people would she have to service her first day? Would she be able to actually pull it off?
It was one thing to look at what she was going to get paid and agree to do it, but it was a whole different matter when you stood before your first staff member and took your clothes off for him or her!
She wondered if Mr. Barstow himself would want to be her first patron. She hoped he would; Mr. Barstow was handsome and he had been very nice to her so far.
He had the quiet confidence of a man who knew he wielded a lot of power yet didn't flaunt it openly. She liked that in him. He was approachable and social, yet he had a dominant aura around him that let her know when he spoke, people listened.
She felt safe with him. She REALLY hoped he wanted to be her first!
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