PART 2
Kelli spent the next hour working hard to keep up with the numerous phone calls
that were streaming in. She tried to do her best but was unused to the
corporation's complex workings and had already made some mistakes. She hoped the
computer wouldn't notice.
But even if she had known the system inside and out, she knew she would have
made mistakes...she was so conscious of being nude from the waist down in this
very public lobby with the glass wall of her desk providing little to no
protection from everyone's view. She was also very aware of how moist her pussy
was becoming, as if she was turned on by the possible exposure.
That fact was not lost on Mr. Fowdi, who was intently watching his new lobby
receptionist via the many cameras that were trained on her. He was especially
fond of the "cunt cam" as he liked to call it. He had set up a very high quality
camera under the desk and it picked up nearly every detail of the bare pussy it
was aimed at. After the first moments of hesitation when her knees were clamped
together, he was treated to several spread-knees views of her slit as she forgot
to clench her knees while trying to figure out the phones. The camera was so
good that he could make out the moisture seeping out of her.
He glanced at the computer that tracked her errors. She was up to seven...not
bad for a first day at the controls of the phone system but seven too many for
this girl. He could not wait until the end of the day when she would pay for her
mistakes.
"Margaret, come in here please and please plan to be here for some time," he
said into his intercom with a smile.
"Yes sir Mr. Fowdy," a less than enthusiastic voice came back to him. He pushed
his chair back and allowed his large cock to breathe free...he had been nude
from the waist down during the entire meeting with Kelli and it took every ounce
of his self-control not to jerk off as she stripped. But now she was gone and
Margaret would take her place.
Out in the reception area, Margaret put her calls through to voice mail. She had
gotten this request too often in her 13 years with the company to not understand
what she was being called in for. She breathed a heavy sigh and reached under
her skirt and pulled off her flimsy panties and dropped them in her bottom
drawer.
She had started at the firm right out of high school...a receptionist in the
pool. She had been assigned to Jim Fowdy on her first day and was excited to
hear that he was one of the men on the fast track at the company. She remembered
running to the ladies room to freshen up and take a look at her clothes.
This was 1989 and she remembered that she was ghastly dressed in a hot pink
miniskirt with white tights, a black blouse and a suit jacket with padded
shoulders. She had bangles around her wrists, her hair was sprayed high in the
front and she wore long, dangling earrings. On her feet were five-inch heels
that had replaced her sneakers as soon as she entered the door.
Then she was the highest of fashion. Now, she thought the look was hideous.
She had gone to her assignment with Mr. Fowdy and found written instructions on
her desk. How he liked his coffee and when. What type of phone calls to put
through to him personally and which she should take. And lastly, one about
office attire and demeanor.
This one made her face get bright red. It outlined the proper dress for any
woman working for Mr. Fowdy. If she was willing to go along with the dress code,
she would get double the pay. If not, she would be able to go back into the
secretarial pool without any problems or questions.
The proper dress involved no pants or panties at any time. She was permitted to
wear three pieces of clothing plus shoes. If she chose to wear stockings, that
counted as one piece of clothing; a bra was two pieces. A skirt, jacket and
stockings would be all that she was allowed. A dress would count as one and she
could wear a bra or stockings with it.
Her demeanor would also be subservient to Mr. Fowdy...she would have to do his
bidding anytime he required during the work day.
Most of her wanted to get on her feet, rip up this degrading paper and storm out
of the office. Who the hell did Mr. James Fowdy think he was to treat women like
this? She had a brain and was not going to be used for her body.
But another part of her knew how silly this was. She had no job, no money and
was nearly without a place to live. She was currently staying with her sister
Laurel who was unfortunately moving out of the city for her job in two weeks
when her lease expired. There was no way Margaret could afford to live alone on
the straight secretary's pay...not in this city. But double her pay would bring
her up to $25,000, enough for a nice place and a life. She'd be a fool to turn
this all down. Christ, she would be making more than Laurel, who was a college
graduate!
Still, her hand was shaking as she took the pen and scrawled her name onto the
paper, agreeing to the degrading terms written on it. She then stood up, wobbly
as her knees were shaking, and knocked on the door of her boss' office.
"Come in Miss Whittingham," he said. She gathered her strength and turned the
knob, pushing her body through the door. She saw a handsome man, probably in his
early 40s, just graying at the temples. He was sitting at his desk, with a large
window behind him with a terrific view.
"Please, have a seat," he said, motioning towards a straight back chair in front
of the desk. Mechanically she moved towards it and sat down demurely, crossing
her legs at the knee, making sure that her skirt was smooth and that there was
no view up it to her panties.
A smile crossed Jim's face when he saw her contortions to make sure he was not
getting any unintended views of her private parts. Women were funny, he thought
to himself, wearing short skirts and then desperately working not to let anybody
look up them. The smile was also for what he knew...that seeing her panties in
an upskirt was the least offensive thing he would do to her during her time
working for him.
"Well, Miss Whittingham, have you read the terms of the position," he asked and
she nodded.
"Please use your words Miss, I do not want your answer misconstrued," he said.
"Yes, I have read the terms."
"Excellent, and have you signed the document," he asked softly.
Again she nodded but then remembered to say "Yes."
"Good, please hand it over. And welcome to the firm. May I call you something
besides Miss Whittingham?"
"Yes, Margaret or Margie are fine," she said in a quiet voice. It was not a
voice that the outgoing girl used often but she felt small compared to this man.
"I think I will call you Margaret. Margie sounds like a little girl's name and
what you will be doing for me cannot be done by a little girl. How old are you
Margaret?"
"I'm 18."
"Just out of high school, I saw on your resume. That's excellent, I love to give
someone their first break. And trust me Margaret, this will be a great
opportunity for you."
The girl smiled and looked at her new boss. Maybe he wasn't so bad, she thought.
Maybe all of that other stuff was just a smokescreen.
"I am pretty well thought of by the bosses here," he continued, "and I reward
loyalty. Stay loyal to me and I will make sure that you get what you deserve.
The bonus you get from my unique dress and comportment code will seem like
nothing compared to what awaits."
Margaret closed her eyes, dreaming of fortune.
"Well, that's for the future. As for the present, I believe that you are
currently not in conformance with the dress code. Unless I am wrong, but I
thought I glimpsed a bra strap through your blouse and your panties through your
stockings when I looked up your skirt."
She was mortified that he was looking at those intimate areas. Though most women
instinctively know that men are looking at them, it was a shock to have it
thrown in her face so blatantly.
"Don't look so shocked...do you really believe that men don't look up skirts or
down blouses? You are 18 not 8 correct?"
He was laughing at her naivete and she didn't like it. But she knew he was now
the boss and she was his secretary.
"OK, now get compliant with the rules before I begin to hold it against you and
you earn some punishment."
She tried to remember the rules...she was allowed three pieces of clothing only
and her shoes. And panties were not allowed. She kicked off her shoes and
reached under her skirt. She tried to do this as discreetly as possible, not
wanting to show the man her slit but he saw parts anyway as she pulled her
tights and panties down her long legs and off.
She stepped back into her heels and removed her jacket and draped it neatly over
her tights and panties. She looked down and saw her bra-covered tits pressed up
against the silk blouse. She looked down and thought her bare legs looked
obscene in this setting. And when she looked over, she cringed at the sight of
her pink panties tangled in the white nylon of her tights.
"You are still flaunting the rules Margaret. Which will it be, your blouse,
skirt or bra?"
The girl knew it was a no-brainer. Of course she would remove her bra. But she
was afraid to remove it here in front of him. He frowned at her and she knew
that she would earn punishment if she didn't hurry. Quickly she unbuttoned her
blouse, a task made harder by her trembling hands. Finally she removed her
blouse and stood before him in just her lacy, half-cup bra and skirt.
She reached behind and fumbled with the clasp on the back. She was surprised at
how clumsy she was in performing this simple task that she had done every day
since she was 12. But she was more nervous than she had ever been before,
standing nearly naked in front of this stranger.
Finally she undid the clasp and she pulled the bra down her arms and off,
revealing her perky, full breasts with long, hard nipples made longer by the
coolness of the room. Mr. Fowdy liked to keep his office around 60 degrees, a
fact that would cause her great distress through the years.
She struggled to get her silk blouse back on and saw that her nipples were
threatening to poke a hole in the silk. Finally she was presentable again and
stood before her boss.
"Excellent, now lift your skirt so I can be sure that you are bare under there."
She gasped and stared at the man openmouthed. "Excuse me Mr. Fowdy?"
"No excuses Margaret. Lift your skirt and show me your cunt so I can be sure you
are naked and not wearing a fourth piece of clothing. That would render our deal
null and void and you would be fired."
The girl started to cry but felt she had no choice. She reached down with both
hands and grabbed the hem of her skirt. Slowly she pulled it up her legs, past
her thighs and finally revealed her shaved puffy lips, which were obviously a
bit wet.
"Well, well Margaret, enjoying the experience are we now," the man said
laughing. She wanted to curl up into a ball and die but instead just stood
there, showing her pussy to this man.
"OK, that's more than enough. I just wanted a peek but I appreciate the
lingering look."
"Okay then, blouse and skirt. That makes two...you could put your stockings on
but that would ruin the look today. Well, for being slow to respond, you are
only allowed two pieces of clothing today. You may let your skirt down and put
your heels on."
She was thankful to be covered up again as she let her skirt fall down to
midthigh. She stood there waiting for more instructions.
"Sit Margaret."
She did so, feeling very uncomfortable with her pussy being bare under her short
skirt. She crossed her legs again.
"Well, see, that's a no-no. You may not cross your legs in my presence."
Without thinking, Margaret uncrossed her legs, sitting with both feet on the
floor. She pressed her knees together hard but she knew there was still a gap
where her skirt was raised.
"Okay, some basic rules of decorum. You may never cross your legs in my
presence. Also, that hot pink skirt is way too garish for my tastes. You may
wear gray, black or white. If there is another color, you may request to wear it
but I make the final decision. Is that clear?"
She nodded, "Yes."
"Good. Now, every morning you will come in here and present yourself to me. I
need to be sure that you are dressed according to code. Three garments, no pants
and no panties."
Again she nodded and he dismissed her.
That had been 13 years ago. In that time, the humiliation had gone from her
appearance to public exposure to sexual relations. She had become his office
slut, sucking his cock and letting him into her vagina and ass. He liked her so
much that he had asked her for some of personal time as well and soon she was
spending nights and weekends with him, basically serving as his sex slave.
But he had been honest in telling her that he was loyal. He had been named
executive vice president of operations for the company and she was moved up the
ladder with him. Soon she was making more than any other employee in the company
that was not a VP. Margaret wondered how he managed it but of course she had
fucked and sucked several of the movers and shakers in the company for his
benefit anyway.
In the last few years, he had amused himself with other playthings, letting her
just concentrate on her job as his administrative assistant and office manager.
That job was enough without the other duties he assigned her. But, from time to
time, she was still called upon to perform her special duties. She knew that
when he called, she had to remove her panties (which were allowed only on
certain days) and enter his office, closing and locking the door. By the time
she came out, usually two or more of her holes were filled with his juices and
her knees were red and sore. All in a day's work for her, she now knew.
She got up and walked into his office, her long bare legs beneath her short gray
skirt. Her body had kept its gorgeous shape as hours at the gym, with a
membership paid by Jim Fowdy, made sure of it.
She slipped in and locked the door. She had done this so many times in the last
13 years she instinctively removed her blouse and bra and then her skirt,
leaving her nude in just her heels. He would decide if she should leave them on.
He motioned for her to crawl to him and she inwardly groaned, but did what he
commanded. In seconds, she had taken his large cock into her mouth and gave him
the release he had been begging for since Kelli had left. The whole time her
mouth was sucking him, his eyes were on the cunt cam, watching the spread nude
lips of Kelli Matthews. It wasn't long before his cum was streaming down
Margaret's throat and into her belly. It would be the only thing she would eat
today...her lunch hour would be spent pleasuring him.
He stood her up and bent her over the desk. After the morning he had had, one
fuck was not enough. He pointed her so that she was facing the screens of the
bottomless Kelli and fucked her slowly from behind.
This was something that Margaret had learned to enjoy...a good, steady fucking
from behind that touched those special points on the front of a girl's
pussy...she started to moan, causing the man to smile.
"After all of these years, you are still such a good fuck Margaret."
