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It was cold at 5 am when Penny got up. There was no heating in the small room that she rented out
with three other girls. Money was hard to come by. She had to get to office by 6:30 am this morning
for a photo shoot. In the summer, new executives and trainees would join the office from Business
School and the company would offer them personal secretaries. It was part of the “war for talent”.
The company management was serious about this. Every year, a well known fashion photographer
was hired and the girls in the secretary pool were lined up for this photo shoot. The pictures were
sent to the business school graduates that the company was trying to hire. The business school
graduates would often take joining decisions based on the quality of girls that organizations would
possess. They would always make their choice of their own “personal girl” once they decided to join.
In case, there were two young executives who had chosen the same girl, they would be offered a
fresh set of choices.
At the age of 39, Penny had gone through several of these photo shoots. It was the best chance
secretarial girls got to take a shot at the elusive PA positions. She had been chosen as the “personal
girl” of summer students several times but somehow those summer students had never joined back
a year back. She remembers the disappointment when she would scramble up with all the other girls
to the notice board and check the annual announcement personnel movements into and out of the
secretarial pool. The company management would announce several positions which the girls could
escape the drudgery of the “pool”. The most coveted, of course, was that of a personal secretary.
Then there was the sales assistant position where a girl would be assigned to a hard driving sales
executive. There were customer service girls and then there were the elite corporate entertainers.
The photo shoot was important as the HR department sat with management to take these
promotion decisions. The photos were important inputs to those decisions.
Girls from the secretarial pool, like Penny, would have their photographs taken in various lewd poses
all designed to show off their assets. If they managed to please the photographer and his assistant
then they would be rewarded with shots that best showed off their assets or a little Photoshop
effects which would hide blemishes. Penny took extra care of her make up and dress this morning.
She had already chosen the dress she was going to wear. In the small bare room that they lived in
there was no cupboard so all the girls had to keep their possessions in boxes which they kept locked
all the time. It was not unusual to have one’s things stolen. Penny had saved for a short black leather
skirt and a rust colored backless halter top. She knew that she did not have a particularly pretty face
and anyway at 39 the lines around her eyes and mouth were starting to show. Nor did she have big
tits and she knew that put her at a considerable disadvantage. But she did have a flat stomach and a
good sexy figure which she was determined to show off.
She looked at herself in the mirror and liked what she saw. Her short skirt barely covered her ass and
her halter top was cut low enough to show off her shapely breasts. She turned around and noticed
that her back did not have an ounce of fat. It did have a few stripes of a beating that she had
received recently but then she knew that it was a good thing. Men invariably liked marks on the
bodies of girls. She turned around again and saw that the halter top came well above her hips and
gave more than an ample hint of her flat stomach. The sleeveless dress showed her arms off – just
the right hint of muscles. Her gym instructor was a tough man who loved to encourage slackers with
a small but tight leather strap.
She started working on her face which she knew was her weak spot. She carefully applied lip gloss
and a dark red lipstick on her thin lips knowing that if she kept them open a little she would be able
to give some impression of full lips. Then she carefully applied mascara around her eyes to hide the
lines and make up to hide the lines forming around her mouth. One last look around the mirror and
then with her high heels on she was out of the house.
It was 6 AM and she huddled in the cold at the bus stop. She fervently hoped that nobody would
stop to check her out. Girls, dressed like her, could be stopped and checked anytime. Policemen
could stop her and ask her to prove she was not a whore. Any man or even a school boy could stop
her and pinch her ass or put his hand inside her dress. A resistance would be met by a slap which
would ruin her make up. The bus, when it arrived, was empty. She tried to hide in a corner, trying as
far as possible not to draw attention to herself. She was not so lucky. An early morning office goer in
the front of the bus cocked his finger and beckoned her over.
“Let me see some pole dancing in the morning, dearie” the voice was raspy but the command was
clear. Penny had done this for passengers in moving buses and was in no danger of losing her
balance. She positioned herself as if her wrists were locked to an upright rod and danced vigorously
bending over and jiggling her parts. Soon, however, a call came on the man’s cell and lost interest in
her. She kept on dancing of course without stopping till the man got off at his stop. She was thankful
that it was a lucky escape. She did feel a little depressed at the fact that the man had lost interest in
her so easily. If she could not excite men today, she was going to spend another year in the drudgery
and discipline of the pool.
At her own stop, Penny jumped down from the bus and ran down to her office. The girls were all
lining up at the gates at this early hour. The secretarial pool girls had been ordered to come in by
7:00 Am so that they could make up for the time they would lose in the photo shoot. As she stood
shivering in the queue, Penny looked around and surveyed the other girls. Most of them were in the
early 20s who had just completed their internship. Their hard bodies, good, fresh looks and luxuriant
hair made her nervous. But she also knew that she had more experience and there was a certain
type of man who liked having an older woman crawling and begging at their feet.
She flashed her identity card and looked up at the security guard standing at the gate. “Number?”
3245, she said. At the moment she crossed the gates that was no more Penny but a numbered pool
girl. “Check?” She turned her left breast towards the big guard. The number was tattooed on it. The
guard, as he did every day, squeezed her tits and passed his fingers over the numbers reading them
slowly , comparing them with the numbers on her ID card. Girl nos. 3245 pressed against his
calloused hand, all the time giving him her bimbo smile. The door opened and she was in.
She ran upto the third floor pool room using the stairs. The assembly time was 7:30 AM this morning
and soon all the girls were there. They all stood there hands behind their back, eyes downcast, backs
erect as they waited for the master of the pool Mr. Greynfield to come in. He strolled in with a
coffee in hand almost fifteen minutes later. He was a small man who loved his job of keeping pretty
women under his thumb.
“So bitches, are you ready for the big day of the year?”
“Yes sir, we are ready“ came the reply back in unison.
“The company spends a lot of money in hiring a very well known fashion photographer so that you
can get a move up in your careers. Do you understand that? Are you grateful?
“Yes Sir, we are very grateful”
“The rules are the same as every year. You will be on your desk doing your work till 15 minutes of
your shoot. Once I call out your number, you can go over to the photography room. As soon as you
are done from the shoot, you will come down and get to your work. If the photographers want to
keep you back they will inform me. I would not tolerate any slacking, otherwise. How will slackers be
treated?”
“With 10 cuts of the cane on their asses, Sir”
“Good. One more thing. The company is investing in you miserable bitches so that you can get to
better positions. You are expected to be completely cooperative with the photographer. If I get a
report on any of you, I warn you, the whore will never forget it. Is there any of you who can tell us a
personal experience?”
The girls looked up and looked up at a tall girl at the back. “Sir, I am 3782. Last year I was reported
against for being uncooperative. You taught me how to be cooperative. You took the trouble to whip
me on my feet and then you docked my salary for a month. During that month, I had to dance at the
strip club and provide my earnings to the company.
Most of the girls shuddered. They remembered the state in which 3782 came back to the Pool. The
bouncers would beat her if she could not service the required number of your clients.
“Ok off to your desks”
No. 3245 put on her headphone and started typing up the dictation that was in her inbox. But she
found it hard to concentrate. Her thoughts were going back to the time she stood in for a personal
secretary for a week. She had never any idea why she was chosen. Her boss had taken her to an
important dinner business meeting. She had travelled in a limousine. Of course she was on her knees
carefully giving him a hand job so that none of his seed fell on his trousers or shoes. She had made
sure that she collected all in her and then licked it up. In the business meeting she had stood behind
him like all the other secretaries. She had done a good job in passing the papers at the right time and
lighting up his cigar and getting his drink. Like the other girls she was also topless and that had made
one of the executives from a partner organization comment “Hi John, I remember your girl had
bigger tits. You squeezed them into a smaller size, did you?” Everybody at the table had laughed,
including my boss. But later I heard that he had punished his personal secretary foot not being
careful enough. 3245 still saw him often as she went about her work. But never ever after that week
had he even showed any signs of recognition.
But she still remembered the day with pleasure. As the men finished their dinner the girls were
allowed to finish the left- overs. She had never eaten such delicious food ever. She had grabbed one
of the plates and had licked it clean. On the way back she was certain she would be beaten because
of the size of her boobs but nothing of the sort happened. In fact, her boss – for the week- had
allowed her to taste some of the wine he was drinking by pouring it on his shoes and ordering her to
lick it.
Around noon, her call came. She had time to reply her make up and then went up to the room in
which the photo shoot was taking place. There was another girl from another pool whose session
was on. She was a 20 something peroxide blonde part of the new generation girl who had never
known that women could be anything but slaves. In another time she would have been a model. Her
pictures were being taken while she was hogtied. They took several pictures of her and then untied
her.
Next was her turn and things went wrong right from the beginning. Perhaps she was just unlucky to
come in after the blonde bombshell but the first reaction she got “Wow, you got a old ugly whore.
What is this company coming to ?” from one of the two assistants a young man who looked like he
needed a shave and a bath. 3245 just stood their rooted, not knowing what to do. “Ok show us your
come hither look, honey”, said the other assistant. The main photographer was yawning. The order
got her moving. She bent over so her tits could hang and the short skirt could ride up her ass. “The
classical look , huh? “ was the comment. “It does not work anymore”. The young man seemed to be
barely out of high school. “Strip”, came the command. It was then that 3245 made her mistake. “I
thought...” the words escaped her mouth and she stopped. The main photographer looked up “Yes,
Mrs. Einstein, do tell us what you think”.
“I am really sorry sir...I am just a dumb whore”. What would happen if she was reported?
“No, do tell us how you would like to pose”, the senior photographer’s voice was normal and for a
moment 3245 did wanted to say that she wanted to be photographed with the poses that she had
been practicing. But a quick glance at the leering smile on the young boy’s face made her think
otherwise.
She stripped quickly but her ordeal was far from over. One of the assistants came behind her and
holding her arms said “I think that my boss asked you a question or are you deaf and dumb?” “I am
really sorry, sirs, there was nothing I was thinking”
“She is a lying bitch”
The senior photographer suddenly seemed to lose interest. “Let her go. Two nude frontals and that
should be it. I am going for a smoke”
The young man left her. They took one picture of her kneeling with her breasts in her hand. The
other with her arms behind her and breasts thrust forward.
“Get lost, bitch.” They could hardly keep the contempt out of her voice.
She entered the secretary pool room when Mr. Greynfield called out, “It did not go well, did it?”. For
some reason, 3245 burst into tears. “No sir, I am sure I will be reported against”.
“Well we will see about that. But I would not mind having you around for a year”.
“Thank You, Sir. How can I serve you?”
“I will let you know that. Now just go ahead and finish your work. You have hardly started your work
today. I checked. Unless you want another beating right now”.
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