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The Contest
By Fielding J. Melish
On Monday morning at precisely 8:30 AM, all the girls in the Secretarial Pool of Hardwood Industries gathered excitedly around the bulletin board near the cafeteria. Casey Kelly, a pretty, thirty two year old typist/file clerk, pushed her way forward with the others and jostled to get a little closer as each girl read the new bulletin. When they saw the notice, some younger girls squealed with excitement, clapped their hands and jumped up and down like middle school cheerleaders. Older girls though, simply walked away with a downcast expression, except for Casey, who finally managed to get close enough to read the brightly colored paper:
Hardwood Industries proudly announces our First Annual
Hot Legs Contest!
To improve employee morale and build team spirit, management is sponsoring a “Hot Legs Contest” to see which office girl has the prettiest legs!
The winner will be judged by a Senior Manager!
The girl with the most gorgeous gams will win
Fabulous prizes:
Participation is mandatory for all
Secretarial Pool personnel!
Rules to be posted in a special email memo
Contest to be held next Monday, so good luck girls!
After reading the bulletin, Casey walked back to her desk and looked anxiously for the promised memo. In a few moments, her monitor screen lit up with a high gloss photo of a beautiful blonde PA with shapely long legs wearing a tight miniskirt. She was posed provocatively in her office chair. A well dressed older man in an expensive Armani, pin striped suit was standing right behind her, leering and rubbing her shoulders provacatively.
The girl’s skimpy skirt was riding way up her thighs and she flashed a sexy smile while fastening a garter clip on a pair of sheer, black nylons. One spiked high heel dangled precariously from the toes of a dainty, hosed foot as she crossed her legs and winked at the camera. The caption under the photo read, “I’ve got what it takes, do you??”
Beneath the caption, the rules of the contest were spelled out:
When: Next Monday morning 9:00 am sharp!
Where: Third floor conference room
Who: Mandatory for all Secretarial Pool personnel
Judge: A Senior department head!
Clothing: Skirts at least regulation length, shoes must have at least a three inch heel
Hosiery: Mandatory- the sexier the better!
Promptly at 9:05 am next Monday morning, all Secretarial Pool staff will report to the third floor conference room for their contest assignments. Our distinguished judge will view eight participants at a time to determine who has the best legs. Each girl will be asked to pose in a manner deemed “sexiest” by our judge. Contestants will be eliminated until two finalists are selected for an afternoon “pose down” to determine our winner! Remember, girls- the sexier the better and attitude counts! Winner will be announced at four fifty Monday afternoon. The lucky winner will receive an immediate promotion, salary increase and special bonus! Good luck girls and may the sexiest legs win!
Casey found herself appalled that she, along with every other girl in the Secretarial Pool would be forced to endure yet another humiliating display of their bodies. This time, they were to be judged like prized cattle by some horny Senior Manager in a demeaning contest.
At the same time, she had to be honest with herself. At thirty two, she knew she was very pretty, if a little flat chested. She was also on the short side, about five foot two, but still had the smooth, clear skin, flame red hair and dash of freckles that gave her that girl-next- door appearance many guys loved. Casey also owned a very nice pair of legs, well toned from daily aerobic workouts. However, even with these assets, in her ten years at Hardwood, she’d been passed over for promotion to PA numerous times. She just couldn’t seem to catch the eye of the right manager at the right time.
She was tired of seeing younger girls with prettier faces and larger breasts being promoted ahead of her and knew her window of opportunity to move up was fading quickly. The thought of ending up an old forty something hag like Brenda Forester, desperate for any kind of attention from her superiors, chilled her to the bone. Occasionally, a Junior Manager might use Brenda for a little MILF fantasy, but she had no real hope of advancement.
Just then, her Office Manager, the dreaded and feared Sherrie “The Enforcer” Burns, strutted over to Casey’s station, the metal tips of her dagger heeled, knee length boots clicking ominously on the tile floor. She was slapping a thick metal ruler in the palm of her hand that she used to intimidate the girls she supervised. Sherrie was ultra feminine in appearance but a true Bull Dyke at heart, with a sadist’s love of harsh spankings for the slightest transgression, real or imagined. And she always made sure the bosses got a good show, always forcing the errant girl to bend over for a sound spanking while her panties were bunched around her ankles.
A year earlier, she had made a pass at Casey. Casey had no option but to permit Sherrie to perform oral sex on her during one of their “chats” in the copy room. Unfortunately, Casey made the fatal mistake of telling Sherrie she preferred men only-and Sherrie had it in for her ever since.
“Back to work Kelly or you’ll get better acquainted with my little friend here!” She threatened, toying with the silver ruler.
“Yes, Miss Burns, sorry Miss Burns!” Casey apologized quickly as Sherrie turned on her heels to hit on a new girl she’d taken a fancy to.
The girl she fancied was Jenna Striker, a gorgeous young new hire at Hardwood. She was definitely exotic with fashion model’s features, fantastic cleavage and shimmering strawberry blond hair nearly down to her perfect twenty two year old bottom. Casey had spoken with Jenna only once and they took an immediate dislike for each other. Jenna believed she was truly better than the other girls and was certain she’d soon leave over the hill losers like Casey in her dust!
After Sherrie whispered something in her ear, Jenna smiled broadly back at her flirtatiously and followed Sherrie eagerly to the copy room for one of her “chats,” while Burns’ groping hands fondled Jenna’s sweet behind.
Casey sighed and realized this contest might be her best, last chance to finally move ahead. Despite a few shortcomings in the breast area, she knew she still had the svelte body, great legs and that unique red hair to have a real shot at winning. She made up her mind. She was going to do whatever it takes to win! She’d use her contest victory as a springboard to improve her lot at Hardwood.
At home that night, she rummaged through her lingerie drawer in the tiny room of her cramped, one bedroom apartment. She shared the tiny space with Sally and Brit, two other girls from the Secretarial Pool. A third roommate, Sarah, had just been promoted to PA and moved into a nicer apartment as one of a trio of girls kept by her new boss, Mr. Jennings. As a house favorite, she even had her own room!
Casey’s remaining roommates had each called to say they were meeting a couple of married managers for drinks at the local strip club that night and might not be home until very late. So she took some time to take stock of her “inventory”.
Casey had a wide assortment of lingerie of course; all the girls did by necessity. God help the office girl that wasn’t wearing the proper attire if a manager happened to be in the mood for a grope. Most of the pieces though were cheap given her limited budget, but some were fancier, meant for a special date or interview for a better position that never seemed to happen. She pulled out some sheer baby dolls in a variety of colors for those awful nights a drunken Junior Manager might stumble to her door very late and demand to sleep it off at her place.
On those hated occasions, she would have to beg her roommates to spend the night on the living room sofa while he’d make lewd gestures, maul all their boobs and insist that Casey tuck him in. She’d have to lead the slob to her tiny bedroom, then freshen her makeup, slip on the nightie and return just in time to give him the blow job he wanted before he crashed on her bed, drooling and snoring.
If he was sober enough, the tipsy manager might demand a roommate join them for some three way action. He’d simply rip off Casey’s lingerie before entering her and getting his rocks off. So many of her baby dolls became torn that way!
There were plenty of garter belts in the drawer too, but they were all a little worn and frayed, as well as an assortment of panties, pantyhose and nylon stockings. She took a promising looking old pair of tan nylons she seldom wore and ran the sheer fabric across her fingertips, examining them closely.
She was disappointed when she saw all the runs and the little welts on top made by the clips from the garter belt. These wouldn’t do at al! Some of her crotch less panties had some possibilities, but no way! She needed something very special if she were to have a fighting chance against the hot little tarts that were dying for a run up the corporate ladder.
Casey was just a single Secretarial Pool girl though, with an annual salary of only $11,500 and lots of expenses. She could barely afford even a one third share of her exorbitant rent, so they had an ad for another roommate. All three girls had to make “special arrangements” with Mr. Sanchez, the gross building manager just to make it through the month without an eviction notice.
Sanchez was gross, obese and abusive. Usually, he just wanted a quick blow job while swilling gin and watching a ball game on the tube. But when drunk, he’d push her roughly from behind, bend her over his easy chair, grab her hair with a huge paw and fuck her ass roughly from behind!
Casey shivered as she remembered the last time he forced her to lick his dirty cock clean. The memory made her even more determined to buy something extra special to win this contest and move on, but her funds were non existent and her prospects were dim.
Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration! Her roommate, Brit, had some cash squirreled away, earned from special “tips” given her by Phil, the Assistant Accounting Manager responsible for payroll.
Each Friday afternoon, Phil would make Brit perform a sexy strip tease before he released her paycheck. Sometimes, he’d invite a fellow manager in for a drink and they’d cheer Brit on lewdly as she writhed to metal rock music in bra and panties while they gulped beers, told filthy jokes and stuffed bills down her crotch. Before she could get her pay, the nerdy Junior Manager would order Brit to lose her bra then make her crawl across his carpet and using just her teeth to grab her check off the tip of his shoes. Sometimes, he’d pull his foot away at the last second and back up, until she crawled all the way across the office.
Brit’s constant humiliation at the hands of her supervisor drove her to drink a bit too much and one night when she was smashed, told Casey exactly where she stashed the extra money. Casey knew Brit was bisexual and had been always been attracted to her. If Casey were to ask her for a very “special” favor, Brit might give her a loan. If she could pull off a win at the contest, no problem paying the money back soon.
It was her best opportunity to buy something special!
The roommates could barely afford food to eat after rent, makeup and clothing expenses. But Casey wolfed down an old frozen dinner she found in the fridge and did a quick aerobics workout in front of the tube to keep trim. She could be punished for being a single ounce over her assigned weight. She then stripped down to a tight cotton tee shirt and panties for bed.
Only two girls at a time could manage to share the one narrow bed that fit in the microscopic bedroom, while they would all take turns sleeping on the couch in the living room. It was Casey and Brit’s turn to share the bed an average preteen girl would find uncomfortable!
At about 1:00 am, Casey finally heard the front door creak open. She caught a few splashes of conversation, a loud smacking kiss or two and then Brit appeared at their bedroom door.
Brit was really beautiful. She had long, straight, platinum blonde hair, an upturned nose and full lips that seemed to form a perpetual pout. She also had long, sinuous legs and a pert ass that all the Junior Managers loved to pat every time she walked to her mandatory masturbation session.
Brit was only two years younger than Casey and like Casey, had been mired down in the Secretarial Pool, with its endless trivial rules and strict discipline. When she was first hired at Hardwood, everyone assumed that with her gorgeous blonde hair, long legs and sensuous lips, she was destined to be promoted to PA, but there was one thing that held her back: her small breasts.
Tired of being passed over, Brit finally met a plastic surgeon last year who took a liking to her. She managed to make a sexual “payment plan” with him to make up for her lack of funds, and soon was sporting a pair of huge 36D boobs that were very round and firm. Brit then did some homework on which managers were “boob men” and always wore outfits that revealed her ample new cleavage whenever they were around.
Before long, she was attracting the attention of several managers in need of a new PA. Her prospects seemed much better than Casey’s and she was saving the cash for yet more surgical “enhancements”.
Brit smiled a very tipsy smile and nearly stumbled over her five inch stiletto heels as she collapsed on the narrow bed next to Casey. She wore a little black cocktail dress a size too tight and ripped at the hem. The straps of her lacey black bra had obviously been pulled down roughly to reveal the large pink nipples of her great boobs. Brit also had several red blotchy marks on her neck and breasts, no doubt courtesy of her evening’s date.
Brit’s date was known as one of the most lecherous managers at Hardwood, Earl McCurdy, who liked to prowl the Secretarial Pool for fresh meat when bored with his current PA. He’d pawed many a cute file clerk in his time. He was disgusting, with a huge bald head, pot belly and bad breath. He was also married with three kids, but that didn’t discourage him from taking his rightful pleasures from any low level office girl that caught his eye. He dangled a possible PA interview in Brit’s face and she started seeing him outside the office.
“Hi honey, I’m beat,” Brit said wearily. “Told the little bastard, I was having my period and he dropped me off at home.” She slurred her words as she looked longingly at Casey.
“Couldn’t stand fucking him tonight, so just gave him a quick hand job in his car on the way back. Still, look what he did!” She held up a ripped stocking, stained with dried semen and pouted, “the jerk ruined a perfectly good pair of nylons!”
Casey kneeled behind her and massaged Brit’s shoulders. “Lets’ get you out of these old things, roomie,” she said sympathetically, as she helped slip the dress off. She then unclasped Brit’s bra, freeing those gorgeous mammaries.
Brit’s beautiful figure was now totally nude on the bed, except for the flimsy, semi-transparent, pink panties her date had insisted she wear with lettering on the waist band that read, “Party Girl”.
Casey turned the lights down, and snuggled close to Brit. “Comfy, honey?” She asked seductively.
“Mmmmm,” Brit purred, as she closed her eyes and brought her lips close to Casey. “Aren’t you glad, we haven’t been fitted for chastity belts yet?” She whispered.
For her part, Casey usually preferred men, but she was lonely and frustrated and needed the money from Brit very badly. She knew Brit was hot for her and would always find some excuse to snuggle in bed or other wise touch her in an intimate way. This time, Casey was the aggressor. She curled closer to Brit and an wrapped her arms around her. Without a word, Brit turned to her roommate and they kissed.
At first it was gentle and sweet, but soon became more urgent and passionate as their tongues met while Casey’s hand slipped purposely to the front of Brit’s pink panties. Brit moaned with intense pleasure as Casey began to run the length of one finger delicately over Brit’s smoothly shaved pussy, massaging her clit until it became engorged and stiff to her touch. She slipped Brit’s panties off and gradually pushed the entire length of her finger inside her blonde roommate’s willing snatch.
In an instant, their legs were intertwined, Casey’s top and panties were off too and she moved between Brit’s wide open legs to taste her sweet cunt for the first time.
After licking and kissing her warm, wet sex at length, Casey sensed Brit was about to climax. She separated herself momentarily from Brit’s pussy to kiss her pouting red lips while she continued to massage the soaking snatch with her hand. Just before Brit screamed out in orgasmic bliss, Casey said softly, “Brit baby, I need a really big favor…….”
The next evening, Casey felt a hand grab her bottom as she left the most expensive lingerie store in the city, My Sweet Secretary. She whipped her head around and before she could complain or curse, the two high school age boys who had just molested her disappeared laughing around the corner. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence on the street or especially on her bus rides to and from work.
Normally, this would upset her, but today she was happy. With the money that Brit loaned her, Casey had purchased some truly erotic and special pieces, guaranteed to get any man’s (or woman’s) attention. Perfect for her contest on Monday.
She purchased a flimsy black lace push up bra, just the thing for amplifying her somewhat meager bust. She also bought a new, very lovely lacey garter belt, with delicate pink roses on the waist and near the garter clips. In a brown store bag, she also carried a slinky pair of four inch stiletto mules, more bedroom than boardroom. They were made from real leather, a good quality knock off of a prestigious Italian designer.
But her best purchase was the stockings. Imported from France, they were the finest, sheerest, black, fully fashioned nylons with the Cuban heel and a slim seam up the back. They were exquisitely sensual and Casey was certain they would compliment her still very shapely legs. She would definitely catch the eye of a new potential boss. But who she wondered?
Casey spent the weekend trying on a combination of outfits until she picked just the right one for the contest. She practiced a few poses in the full length mirror in the hallway of the apartment, crossing her legs in sexy ways, holding one leg out for close inspection, until she had a cute little choreographed routine to best display her assets. By the time Monday morning rolled around she would be ready.
She had also done some serious homework. Before the end of the previous week, she schmoozed all the girls in the pool. On her way to her daily required “stress relief” masturbation sessions, she carefully observed which managers looked over a girl’s legs first. By Friday, armed with the 411 from the girls and her own keen observations, she knew which ones were the dedicated “leg men”. She then aimed her sights one particular Senior Manager.
Edgar Pierson, Senior Finance Manager was the ideal target. Although known as a lecherous, arrogant bastard to the girls, he was an up and coming respected senior executive, destined for even bigger things, maybe even CEO. He maintained one of the most prestigious corner offices in the firm and a girl could do far worse that hitch her little bottom to his rising star.
Being the PA of a CEO was the loftiest goal a working girl could hope to attain. These special girls usually became Trophy Wives, the dream of every girl in the Secretarial Pool!
Word was out that he was the contest judge and had grown tired of his current PA, a buxom brunette named Sheila Brown. The rumor was that he had a very strong leg fetish and was very particular about who he hired as assistant. Best thing for Casey, was that age and boobs didn’t seem to be his biggest criteria for a PA, just a great pair of legs and willingness to do anything to please.
Some girls seven suggested that the whole contest was just a ploy to find Pierson his ideal PA as one of his employment contract perks. In any case, he was definitely the one she had to impress. If she did her job right, and the rumors were true, she might wind up as Pierson’s brand new girl!
But Casey had no intention of merely taking her chances on the whims of the judge during the contest when anything could happen. Instead, she devised a plan that would make winning a “slam dunk!”
She learned from eavesdropping on Sheila at the water cooler that Pierson liked to come in to work very early on Mondays to get a head start on the week, at least an hour before his PA. Casey intended to come in early Monday too, when Sheila was to be dispatched to shop for gifts for Pierson’s third wife who was celebrating her twenty third birthday. She would arrange to “drop by” his office to give him a little preview of her skills.
Secretarial Pool girls were strictly forbidden to enter the building before their assigned starting time unless specifically invited, but Casey took an early bus ride to work on Monday morning of the contest. At 7:00 am, she found the Hardwood security guard at the front desk in the spacious lobby, sipping his hot coffee behind an imposing marble front desk.
She flirted with him shamelessly, displaying much of her new found fake cleavage. Fifteen minutes later, she emerged a few seconds after him from behind the door of the Security Office. The overweight guard walked back to his desk with a smile on his face, zipping up the fly of his uniform pants while Casey rushed quickly to the wash room to cleanse her hands of the semen he had ejaculated. A quick hand job was such a little thing to get the reward she knew was her due!
Once up the glass elevator to the office, she noticed very few people had arrived for work and only a couple of PA’s, ordered in early for a quickie to relax her boss prior to an important staff meeting. They scurried about, touching up lipstick and straightening stockings, preparing for their first blow job of the day.
Casey was very nervous, but forced herself to carry through on her plan and made her way unseen down the west hallway to Pierson’s large, plush office. As planned, the lights were already on and she could see Pierson seated at his desk through the half open door. He was leafing though some computer papers and nursing a steaming cup of black coffee. Casey’s hands were sweaty and shaking as she took the plunge and heard herself knock softly on the door with his nameplate in ostentatious gold lettering.
Without waiting for a response, Casey boldly pushed the door open a little more. Pierson was a stout, unattractive man of about forty five. He had a slightly pockmarked face, thin cruel lips and an obvious potbelly. A balding head of hair and thick tortoise shell glasses made him look even older than he actually was, but he had the self confident air of the truly arrogant. He was a man used to getting what he wanted, especially with women.
“Sheila, that you?” He turned his head and asked in a deep Georgia drawl. “You’re a little early aren’t ya, Sweetie Pie? What’s the matter, nervous about Panty Inspection? Don’t sweat it, baby, you won’t be needin’ ‘em!”
He chuckled at his own humor but looked startled and sat up abruptly when he realized it was Casey at the door rather than Sheila.
“Sorry Sir, my name’s Casey Kelly and I’m a really big admirer of yours, Mr. Pierson. Sorry again to disturb you, Sir.”
She spoke meekly, but risked moving a little nearer to his desk, letting the hem of her mini skirt ride up just a bit while she placed one shapely ankle carefully in front of the other for him to clearly see.
Pierson regarded her cautiously but was intrigued. “Is that so? Well, honey, don’t recall seein’ you before. You can get in big trouble bein’ here early without permission.” He ogled her legs. “Why don’t you come a little closer and let Daddy have good look at ya. Don’t be shy.”
Casey had dressed carefully to impress Pierson. She wore a charcoal gray ultra short miniskirt molded to her thighs and butt, and a too tight Oxford blouse, top three buttons open, transparent enough to clearly see the outline of her fancy bra and her enhanced bust line. She wore the sheer fully fashioned nylons with a thin seam up the middle and made sure she let her skirt ride up higher and higher as she gradually approached his desk.
Casey stopped when she was about two feet away, dropped her gaze to the ground and said very shyly in her best Marilyn Monroe bimbo voice, “Oh, Sir. I’m so, so sorry to bother you, but I’m just very nervous about the contest this morning. I’d be so grateful if you’d let me practice my little show and give me some pointers. I’d know you’re so very important and I’m just a file clerk, but….”
He was hooked. “Well Red, looks to me like ya got nothin’ to worry about. You’ve got a very pretty pair of legs.” He squirmed a little in his seat.
He couldn’t take his eyes of her sheer nylons, and Casey was delighted how the stiletto heels of the spiked heel Italian mules set off the shape of her legs to garner his rapt attention.
“Guess I got a few minutes to kill, if you wanna show me what ya got. Can’t wait to see if you’re red all over,” he laughed as if his comment was extremely funny.
She could clearly see the rise in his trousers now as he began to be hypnotized by her legs. She knew the rumors were true.
Pierson waved her to sit down at the chair across from his massive desk where Sheila normally took her instructions. He rolled his own executive chair back a little, put his coffee on the desk and leaned backward, folding his arms behind his neck and stretching out his squat legs for the show.
“I’m all yours, honey,” he said with a grin, starting to enjoy the situation.
Casey willed her face to form into the vacant, pouty bimbo visage she knew he’d love. She batted her eyes, decorated with heavy shadow, and pursed her lips, coated with a thick application of hot pink lipstick. Her golden hoop earrings swayed as she made eye contact with Pierson, sensuously hiking the hem of her skirt all the way up her thighs, revealing the tops of her nylons and her diaphanous panties.
When Pierson’s attention was fully engaged, she smiled sexily, and very deliberately crossed one well toned leg over the other, letting the stiletto heeled mule dangle provocatively from her toes.
“Do you like my nylons, Mr. Pierson?” She asked as seductively as she could manage. “They’re really special. I thought a man like you might appreciate a girl who loves to wear pretty stockings as much as I do. I’m so envious of Sheila; she gets to dress sexy for you every day. I’d do anything to please you like that!”
She fussed about how nice it was for a powerful executive like Mr. Pierson to take a moment to help her out.
Casey held out one leg for inspection and pretended to smooth her stockings with the tips of her freshly manicured nails. “Do you like the way these stockings make my legs look, Sir?”
After a few minutes of show, while Casey exaggerated tightening a garter belt clasp, Pierson said, “Hey Red, let’s see those panties a little better honey, now get your cute li’l butt over here.”
He beckoned her to his desk with a wolf like grin, revealing slightly yellow teeth.
Casey stood up slowly. This was the invitation she aimed for. She vamped sexily to Pierson’s desk, hiked her skirt even higher as she sat down to face him and said, “I have to confess, Sir. I always fantasize about you.” With a conspiratorial whisper, she added, “by the way, Sir, I am a natural redhead!”
With that confession, she pulled the delicate panties aside with her fingers, revealing just a whisp of neatly trimmed rust shaded pubic hair topping her otherwise cleanly shaven pussy. “Please let me show you how grateful I am for helping me, Sir!”
She implored him with her eyes to fuck her until Pierson stood up quickly, the crotch of his trousers now seriously tented. She took hold of his hand and guided it to her leg. “Would you like to feel just how smooth my nylons are, Mr. Pierson?” She asked sweetly.
Pierson lost it. He gave in to his aroused lust, and leaned into Casey for a fat French kiss. Seizing the moment, Casey reached up, threw her arms around Pierson’s neck and fell backwards, pulling his bulky body on top of hers. They tongue kissed with passion while Casey reached down with one hand to caress his cock through his pants, determined to bring him to full erection.
“Oh my, Sir! You’re so big! Here, let me help you….”
She smoothly unzipped his pants, gently released his rigid dick and stroked it with her hand back and forth over the hard shaft. Completely aroused now, he pulled her panties down roughly. He spread her legs open with his paws and was about to take her right on his desk, when she stopped him with a hand on his arm, and a coy glance down at her legs.
“I think I know something you’ll like, Sir,” she cooed. Casey leaned back while stretching out her legs to softly caress the tip of his fully engorged cock. With both dainty feet, she enclosed his iron hard erection with her nylon soles and began a gentle masturbating motion with her feet. She aimed to give him the best foot job of his life!
Pierson closed his eyes, groaned slightly and succumbed to the pleasure. Soon he grabbed both her feet and began to piston his cock between them in concert with her jerk off motions. In less than a minute, his whole body began to stiffen with the beginning of a powerful eruption.
He screamed out, “You’re one hot redheaded little slut! I’m gonna….”, then abruptly shot a copious load of hot, white semen all over the tops of Casey’s jet black, full fashioned nylons. He moaned with pleasure for a full thirty seconds as jet after jet streamed across her leg and foot. Finally, he wiped the end of his leaking dick on her shiny, sheer hose, and fell back into his chair, completely satisfied.
Casey smiled as she scooped a little dab of cum from her leg with her finger and made sure Pierson saw her lick it off the tip as if it were the sweetest desert made by the world’s greatest chef.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Sir? She asked, playing the ultimate bimbo. “I’d love to help you out that way any time you wanted, day or night. If only I could do well in the contest”
Pierson grinned. He knew her meaning well enough and the game she played. He zipped himself up and straightened his tie.
“Sure, honey, I get it”. You just show me a little more of what you showed me this morning, Red, and things will work out just fine”, and then gave the wink of a conspirator as well. “Now get out of here, baby, I’ve got man’s work to do”.
Casey was satisfied her plan had worked. She buttoned her blouse, pulled her skirt back down and turned to exit the office. She made certain her prey got another feel of her firm ass as she squealed with delight at his slightest touch then wiggled her way out the door.
“Oh thank you, Mr. Pierson! Don’t worry, Sir, I will!”
Casey carefully wiped the last of Mr. Pierson’s cum off her hose and reported to the conference room at the appointed time for the contest, along with the other girls. She was provided with a name tag and told to report back in fifteen minutes for her first round.
As the morning progressed, the contest went very well for Casey. She was placed in groupings with other girls who were either too old, too unattractive, or just had bad legs. Some of the older girls were pathetic as they made futile attempts to turn Pierson on by removing blouses that revealed sagging boobs and hiked up skirts that had him openly mocking the sight of their middle aged, fat thighs. These girls would most likely wind up fired by the end of the year, begging to provide ten dollar blow jobs to high school interns in the Hardwood parking lot.
Casey was not only better at posing and much sexier than her competitors, but she knew Pierson was on her side. As each round progressed, he’d give her a little wink and nod that produced the inevitable result: Casey moving on to the next round.
By the late after noon, all the girls were buzzing about how hot Casey looked and were mystified as to how she was still stuck in the secretarial pool with those legs and ability to obviously turn the judge on, especially the powerful and influential Edgar Pierson. As the finalists were announced, Casey was paired with none other than Jenna Striker, the new hire from Casey’s secretarial pool and the only girl that stood between her and a better life. Jenna gave Casey a nasty look as soon as she spotted her.
Casey and Jenna entered the conference room together and when they were instructed to begin their “pose down” for the championship round, Casey was disturbed to see how truly striking Jenna was. A honey blond ten years younger than Casey, Jenna had massive 38 DD boobs, and at five foot nine inches tall, possessed a pair of long legs that seemed to go on forever. She was also a natural tease, knowing exactly how to pose her legs and boobs to get a literal “rise” from Pierson. Still, Casey remained confident.
They took turns showing off their legs and each girl very adroitly unbuttoned their blouses and raised hemlines to show off their sexy underwear. Jenna wore a red lace bra and panties, to match her coffee colored reinforced heel and toe nylons. Although Casey couldn’t hope to match the impressive magnitude of Casey’s firm young tits, she knew what Pierson liked and gave him what she really believed he wanted to see. She truly felt that at the end of their final turn she would come out on top.
Casey felt even more confident when at the end of their session, Mr. Pierson came over to congratulate them, paying special attention to Casey. He fondled her ass possessively as he whispered in her ear, “Great job, Red!” Casey made sure to lean into his touch, letting him know how much she enjoyed his attentions.
As the end of the day drew closer, every one of the secretarial staff at Hardwood was excited, eagerly awaiting the results. Casey was more relaxed now and anticipated the announcement that would declare her the winner. She was certain everything she had done was worth the reward that was now nearly hers.
An even better omen appeared at a nearby work station. Sheila Brown, Pierson’s P.A. walked slowly past her, head down carrying a small cardboard box filled with a few personal items that she placed on the little desk.
There were streaks of black mascara running down her cheeks from crying and her shoulders were slumped forward. She had obviously been demoted. Casey watched Sherrie Burns step up to her, put her hand on Sheila’s shoulder and give her one of her demonic smiles.
“You’re mine now, bitch!” She exclaimed, gleefully. Bad luck for Sheila, but a good sign for Casey’s prospects.
At exactly 4:50, the wall speakers cackled to life and the deep voice of Mr. Pierson himself came over the air.
“Girls, attention please. We’re real pleased to announce the winner of our First Annual Hot Legs Contest!” The girls fell completely silent and stretched to hear every word. “Everyone did a marvelous job, but there can be only one winner…and that winner is……..Jenna Striker!”
Casey was absolutely devastated! Tears welled in her eyes immediately and she felt a powerful urge to vomit. The wind was completely knocked out of her and she doubled over for a moment with the hurt and humiliation of losing.
How could she have lost? How could she have been so wrong? How would she pay back Brit? The other girls gathered round her, some sympathetically patting her back or holding her hand. Most girls smirked and gave her that loser look.
It took several minutes for Casey to compose herself, when Sherrie walked up to her, a little glint of joy in her eye.
“Boo hoo, Kelly,” she said sarcastically, rubbing imaginary tears from her eyes. “Looks like you’re down here with us for a while”. She slapped the ruler into her palm a few times for emphasis and stared directly at Casey with a malicious smile.
“Oh yeah, Kelly,” she added casually, “Mr. Pierson wants to see you in his office immediately. Chop chop!”
Sherrie snapped the little ruler hard on her ass and cackled like a witch as Casey began a reluctant walk to Pierson’s office. Why would he want to see me, she wondered? He’s already ruined my life! She only wanted to go home and crawl into bed forever and try to forget the whole damn experience.
In a few minutes, after the longest walk of her life, Casey once again stood at the entrance to Mr. Pierson’s stately office. The door was open but the lights were dim and before she could see inside, Casey heard laughing voices and the clinking of glasses.
“That you, Red?” Pierson’s booming drawl came through the door into the hallway. “Get your little ass in her right now!”
His words sounded a little slurred as if he’d been drinking. She shyly pushed open the door, ashamed and with head down. She was shocked with the sight that greeted her!
Pierson was seated in his chair and on his lap was the contest winner, Jenna Striker. Her blouse and spiked high heels were scattered on the floor, and her bra was half off, leaving one breast fully exposed. Her skirt was bunched up high above her thighs revealing a smooth, naked pussy.
An open bottle of chilled Dom Perignon was uncorked on Pierson’s desk, and Jenna sipped from a fluted glass, while Pierson fondled her huge breast with one hand and stroked her nylon covered thigh with the other. Jenna’s red lace panties were hanging from the Champaign bottle.
“Meet my new PA,” he said with a twisted grin. Casey practically stumbled into his office. “To the winner go the spoils!”
They both laughed as Jenna began to kiss Pierson’s neck playfully while his fingers fondled her crotch. They were both obviously already a little drunk from their private celebration.
“You….you sent for me Sir?” Sick with humiliation, Casey could barely utter the words.
Pierson reached back for the bottle on his desk, poured more sparkling Champaign in his glass and glared at Casey.
“Yep, I did.” He gave Jenna a long kiss on her lips before turning again to address Casey. “You guessed right, Red. A promotion as my new girl was the grand prize today. You did a great job showin’ your gams, but frankly, I need a younger girl with a bit more up top, if you know what I mean.”
As he spoke, he roughly squeezed Jenna’s huge breasts again, pinching one large pink nipple to emphasize his point, while Jenna giggled with delight. Seeing Casey’s look of abject disappointment, Pierson continued.
“Cheer up, Red! Lots of guys saw you dolled up, you couldn’t have asked for better ‘exposure’ today.” Only Jenna chuckled drunkenly at his poor attempt at humor.
“By the way Red, do you remember that the contest winner gets a promotion, a raise and a special bonus?”
“Why…yes….Sir…” Casey tried to look away and started to sob again, barely keeping control. “But what does that have to do with…...”
“Well, don’t you wanna know what Jenna’s bonus is?”
Casey only prayed to die on the spot. “I suppose….so, Sir, if you say so……but…”
Pierson pointed a bony finger right at Casey, slapped his knee and howled. “It’s you Red!”
Pierson and his new personal slut Jenna broke out laughing loudly; spilling their drinks as Jenna began to nibble his ear while draping one stocking clad leg over Pierson’s thigh. She then stared back triumphantly at Casey, making damn sure she saw Jenna brushing a perfect nylon foot sensuously back and forth along the bulge in Pierson’s unzipped trousers, massaging his growing erection.
Casey was despondent and at a total loss for words. She was frozen on the spot and didn’t know where to turn. Pierson then waved his hand at her and gave her the firm direction she lacked. His tone was deadly serious now.
“Get over here now Red and congratulate Jenna properly!” he commanded. She was overwhelmed by the power of his order.
In an instant, Casey was on her knees staring at Jenna Striker’s glistening pussy. Pierson’s probing fingers had already made his new girl wet and aroused, just the way he liked her. Jenna placed one nylon clad painted toe nail an inch away from Casey’s nose as if inviting the loser to kiss her foot. Pierson grinned sadistically and encouraged Casey with a hard gaze that let her know she had no choice but to comply with his desires.
Her spirit broken, a defeated Casey finally took Jenna’s pretty foot in her hands and placed several hesitant kisses on her silken toes.
“Congratulations, Miss Striker, ma’am,” she whimpered.
“That’s better slut,” gloated Jenna. She wasn’t through tormenting her.
“I’ve got a new assignment for you.” She then looked down on Casey with an imperious air and pointed her middle finger directly to the stiff clit of her nude, wet box.
“Do a good job girl!” The newly promoted twenty two year old beauty ordered.
Pierson nearly drooled with anticipation as he savored his impromptu Heater session.
“Yes ma’am”, sobbed a degraded Casey as she closed her tear filled eyes and submissively pleasured Mr. Pierson’s new PA.
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