CHAPTER 2: THE FIRST WEEK

The next morning, I had set my alarm earlier than necessary just to provide a little more time to prepare myself for my real first day as their secretary. Jerry had informed me that I would be paid for yesterday, even though it wasn’t really the first day. But it had been an eventful day of interviewing. He assured me he could already see how I would be working wonders for the office. I had given Bill an accounting of what happened in the interview. He said he wasn’t surprised I was well used by them the first chance they all had. He was curious about the IT guy, though. He thought it was supposed to be restricted to the men employed by Mortensen Sales. I told him Jerry pointed out that IT was on a retainer, so he might technically be considered an employee. Bill conceded the point and took delight in my discomfort and embarrassment. I promised him I would call each night to relay the events of the day in the office. He promised me that when he got home, he would fuck me like he never had before.

I arrived at the office park quite early and found a good parking spot, took the elevator to the ninth floor, and discovered I was the first one to arrive. I opened the outside door and took a moment to verify the interior was relatively obscure by the frosted glass segments covering about 75 percent of the hallway windows. I turned on the lights, my computer, the copier/printer, and proceeded to the small break room to start the first pot of coffee.

I sat at my desk, confused. I dug out the cheat sheet the IT guy gave me for logging into the system and remembered I needed to create new passwords. I finished that, then began looking over the documents and notes the guys had left for me. I could see this was a pretty intense place just from the little they had already dropped on me.

“Well, good morning!”

I looked up with a smile at recognizing Jerry’s voice and manner. “Good morning, sir. Did you have a good evening?”

“Do you have a moment, Carol?”

I thought, ‘Oh my God! It starts so early?’, but I said, “Of course, Sir. Can I bring you some coffee?” He said he did and went to his office down the short hall. I followed him a few moments later with a mug, placing it on his desk. “What can I do for you, sir?”

He chuckled, “Not that, Carol. Though, after yesterday, I can understand why you might think so.” He indicated for me to sit. “I want to be very honest, I don’t really know how this whole secretary/slut thing is going to work or what, if anything, you can expect as a routine. There may not be a routine at all, but it is totally impulsive as the guys feel the desire. But, one thing I do know is we all have very time-critical work to accomplish. I had a meeting yesterday afternoon after you left to reinforce the need for getting the work done on schedule.”

I sat with a straight back without my back resting against the back of the chair. My legs were crossed, though I wondered about that because Bill likes to see my cunt with parted legs; he suggested letting them dictate their preference. My hands were folded comfortably in my lap.

“I understand, sir.”

He chuckled, “I am not concerned with you, my dear. It is the others, especially Brian and Kevin. It might take a week or so for this to find a comfortable attitude in the office.” I nodded my agreement. “Oh, yes … do I need to apologize for what happened with the IT guy? I couldn’t help myself.”

I laughed, “Wesley? A nice young man. I think the poor guy was close to a heart attack. It was amazing he got anything accomplished with me sitting alongside him naked. And, I’m probably only a few years younger than his mother. But, no, sir, once I was over the shock of being out there with him, it was okay. Bill is into exhibiting me, too.”

He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a card, sliding it over the top of his clean desk. I leaned forward and saw his hand stop. Then I realized where his eyes were focused. I had worn another button-up blouse and left several of the top buttons unfastened. I was sure he had a good view of my deep cleavage. I leaned further to retrieve the card. He apologized again, but I reassured him that if the touching was okay, looking certainly was.

He recovered and explained, “That is a company credit card for you to use. Use it for deliveries requiring payment, supplies for the office, items the guys might need, etc. Also, since you couldn’t find your panties yesterday, I thought it might be good for you to also use that card for some shopping. I noticed the clothes you wore last Friday were more conservative, and I am guessing that might be what your wardrobe really looks like.” I nodded. Bill and I talked about changing out my wardrobe, but we couldn’t afford to do it all at once. “We’re going to be the beneficiaries of how you dress, so splurge on whatever you need. My wife was curious about how it went with you, and she suggested it might be a good idea if you had a complete change of clothes at the office. You will likely get cum on your clothes at some point.”

I blushed, “Are you certain, sir? I mean about using the card … though, I am pretty sure you are correct about someone wanting to shoot cum onto me eventually.” I hesitated before asking the follow-up question. “Are you serious that your wife is so okay about all this?”

“Yes, on both accounts. I consider it a treat for us as much as for you. Please let Bill know he doesn’t have to worry about that expense, anyway.”

This was turning out better and better all the time. Not only were two of our primary fantasies being realized, but I was being well paid, AND I was getting new clothes to boot.

I had just sat down at my desk when Wesley came through the door. I smiled at him, “Wesley, what a nice surprise. Did we forget something yesterday?”

He was a shy young man and showed nervousness as he approached my desk. “No, ma’am.”

I smiled sweetly at him, “Now … Wesley … I think we should be past you calling me ‘ma’am’ and using my name, don’t you?” I looked around the open area and whispered, “After all, working next to me while I was naked should have been enough, but …” I looked around again, “but, taking you into the restroom and giving you that blowjob really should have made you more comfortable with me.”

He choked on his own breath and looked around himself, “Yes, ma’am … I mean, Carol.” He smiled, “No, I was passing by and thought … well … just that I would stop in and see if everything was working okay.”

Just then, the door opened, bringing Brian and Kevin. I looked back at Wesley, “How sweet, thank you. But everything is working just fine. I will give you a call, though, if I do have any trouble.” He smiled and left, keeping his eyes from connecting with the two salesmen also standing at my desk.

As the door closed behind Wesley, Brian said with a chuckle, “I have a feeling our tech support just got a lot more attentive.” Kevin laughed with him, and they parted for their own offices.

Only a moment later, Brian poked his head out of his door, “Carol, I need you.” He just as quickly disappeared back into his office. I rolled my eyes. Need me or want me?

I stood and moved to his open office. I entered, and he motioned for me to close the door. “Yes, sir, how can I help you?”

He was moving some paper around on his desktop and, without looking up, said, “You can strip, kneel on that chair, and bend over it.”

Without hesitation, I did just that, unbuttoning my blouse as I pulled the bottom out from my skirt, sliding it off my shoulders, down my arms, and dropping onto the other chair. I then unfastened my skirt at the side, unzipped it, and pushed it down over my hips to fall at my feet, leaving me in a matching sheer, lace bra and panties, dark thigh-high stockings, and heels. I reached back to open the clasps of my bra, shrugged my shoulders forward for the straps to slide down my arms, and my tits to be released. After pushing my panties to my feet, as instructed, I knelt on the chair seat, spread my knees as far as allowed by the armrests, and leaned forward over the back. And then I waited.

I was given no other instructions, so I remained where I was. I heard some papers being shuffled, then it became quiet. I assumed he was sitting back, looking at me, exposed as I was in front of him. Then, finally, I heard his chair being pushed back and his steps coming to me softly on the carpet. I was surprised by the sudden contact of a finger on my cunt lips.

“Has anyone even touched you this morning?”

“No, sir, you are the first. Is there a problem, sir?”

“Problem? No … but … are you always wet, slut?”

I blushed at the image in my mind: kneeling away from him on the chair, naked, and discussing the condition of my cunt. “It seems so, sir. I noticed I was wet this morning just thinking about coming to work.”

I heard him unzip as he added another comment, “Yes, slut … with you here, we all look forward to coming to work … to cum to work.” With that, I felt his hard cock press against my cunt hole, then be thrust deep into me in one forceful stroke.