CHAPTER 3: OFFICE RULES

Barbi set the alarm for waking early the next morning. It was an important day for her. Her first day in Mr. Howard’s office. She still wasn’t sure what a ditzy bimbo like her could do for an important man like Mr. Howard, but he assured her that she would. There was a lot to do before she left for her first day. For one thing, she had to make a decision about what to wear. She wasn’t great about making those decisions, so she decided she needed extra time. Mr. Howard had fucked her several more times at his house before returning her to the little apartment. Then, it took her some time to sort out closet and dresser space for the new clothes.

She showered and shaved her cunt, legs, and underarms. An important day can’t be started with stubble, she mused. Smooth smooth smooth. She especially wanted her cunt smooth. She did her makeup and brushed her hair. Standing in front of the mirror, she smiled. Naked and looking good, she thought. If only she could just stay naked. she sighed.

The choice of dressing was made a bit easier because Mr. Howard had ***********ed all her new clothes, so any of them would be right. She started simple. White thigh-high stockings. Then, a white lace thong. She really, really like a naked cunt, but Mr. Howard was firm that she needed a thong in public. But then he added, unless he told her otherwise, and that had giveen her a chill of exciting possibility for the future. Next, she ***********ed a dark, pleated skirt and stepped into it, remembering to fasten it low on her hips. She checked herself in the mirror. Right, right, she said to herself. No thong showing. She looked at my DDs jutting out from her chest. She love her big breasts. Men do, too. She knew that. She wasn’t sure how she knew that, but it was firmly in her mind as fact. In the same way, she just knew that bimbos were meant to please men by fucking them. She just knew.

She ***********ed a buttoned short-sleeved white blouse that was semi-sheer. Most of the blouses he ***********ed for her were semi-sheer or sheer. She slipped it on and buttoned it up except for the top two buttons. She looked at herself. She could just see her nipples underneath, and the more she looked, the harder her nipples became. She unbuttoned another button and thought about what Mr. Howard would probably like. She unbuttoned another, which was just at her nipple line. She raised up on her toes and dropped to her heels. She smiled at the bounce her unrestricted breasts freely made. She loved for her breasts to be free to move. Men did, too. That was another thing she just knew. She might not know much, but she did know those things.

She found the office building, but then had to find a place to park. She circled the block a couple of times and was glad she had left early. Then, ditzy, she saw the parking garage sign. She entered the spacious lobby and walked deliberately to the information desk, her heels clicking on the marble floor as she did. A number of people turned to watch her. They were all dressed in serious business suits and dresses. She was glad she was a bimbo and didn’t have to. The woman behind the desk watched with an open mouth as barbi approached. Probably because of the way Barbi’s breasts were bouncing and swaying as she stepped. Well … Barbi considered it could be because the skirt she wore barely covered her cunny or ass. She giggled to herself. She felt so free compared to all of them. She was definitely lucky to be a bimbo.

Barbi was directed to the elevators and to the seventh floor, office No. 721. When she got off on the seventh floor, she looked at the sign on the opposite wall. There was an arrow to the left with numbers and an arrow to the right with numbers. Too confusing. Bark turned right and started walking, her heels making the click, click sound. She smiled at the people she encountered, several men stopping to watch her. See, she thought, she knew she was right about what men liked. After a bit, she realized she went the wrong way. She should have gone to the left. Oh well, thought, she was already halfway around so she continued. She found office No. 721. Marty Howard and Associates, Attorney at Law, it read.

She sheepishly knocked on the door, but nothing happened. She turned the nob, found it turned, and pushed to the door to enter. In front of her was a large desk standing on four legs and a thick glass top. The desk had a monitor, a laptop, a tablet, a smartphone, and an office phone on it. Nothing else. There was a credenza behind it and a six-foot wall about as wide as the desk behind it. She could hear the sounds of people talking, fingers on keyboards, and the general hum of an office. Still, nobody came to greet her. She walked around the wall, and in a moment, the entire open area of cubicles became quiet.

She found herself before four men openly gaping at her. To say she was flustered would be a huge understatement. “I … ah … am looking for Mr. Howard,” she finally managed to get out. One of the men managed to gather himself enough to point to an open office door. She nodded with a smile and headed that way. In the quiet, her high heels again became clear with their clicking on the tile of the hallway past the cubicle area.

She knocked on the open door. “Mr. Howard?” She saw him sitting at the large, highly polished desk, his shoulders and head hunched over some paper. He looked up at her voice and instantly smiled.

“Barbi!” he exclaimed. “Finally, you are here.”

“Sorry, sir,” she stammered. “I didn’t mean to be late …”

He waved away the start of her apology. “Not what I meant, my dear. I meant it is wonderful that you are finally here at my office. I have big plans for us, and you are going to be very valuable.”

“Thank you, sir, but I still don’t understand what I can do here. I’m not very clear usually.” She stared at him. “I mean the law … I don’t …” and she stopped. She looked at him, and he looked at her. “The law,” I repeated.

He nodded, “You remember the law, don’t you, Barbi? You were a brilliant law researcher, and I believe you still are. You will assist me in the most difficult and complex cases. I am truly pleased you are here.”

She was confused. Difficult and complex legal cases? She will assist him. She knew she was just … a ditzy bimbo … but … what was she remembering? What are these new thoughts and memories?

“I can see it in your face, dear Barbi. I can see that when I challenge you with a case, with finding a legal precedent, you will find it for me. It is still there. You are a bimbo, Barbi, but you are also brilliant.” Her head was spinning, and he jumped up and sat her down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. He leaned back on the edge of his desk and watched her. “Confusing, isn’t it, dear?” She nodded. “We’ll work it out. Just give it time.” She nodded numbly again.

“Thank you, Mr. Howard. It is confusing. I know I am a bimbo. I like being a bimbo and especially your bimbo. Brilliant?” She shook her head. “I don’t know, sir. But …” she continued, “I mean, I trust you, Mr. Howard, and you are so so smart, but …”

“You do trust me, don’t you?”

“Of course, sir, always and completely. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it. This other …” she paused while fiddling with the edge of her tiny skirt. Even with her legs together, she was probably exposing her thong. “I believe you, of course, I guess. I trust you.”

He smiled. “Good. Excellent. Let’s talk about the office.” Barbi smiled at the change in topic. He moved back around his desk and retook his chair. He was smiling, and that made her smile. “The car I left you is okay?” She told him it was. “How do you like your new clothes?”

“They are wonderful, sir. Other people must have liked them, too, because so many people stopped to look.” He smiled at that, too.

“You are very sexy, Barbi. These new clothes are sexy, too.