By the time the alarm went off on Thursday morning, I was already awake, lying in bed thinking about what would be my second day on my new job. I couldn’t decide which of the emotions I was feeling was stronger: fear, shame or excitement. The one thing I did know was that in a short time I would be facing all three. Again, by the time I finished showering and shaving Kathy had laid out my wardrobe for the day. I was surprised to see that she had selected a red blouse and a relatively modest black skirt that was at least six inches longer than the dress I had worn the day before. I breathed a sigh of relief until I noticed that lying beside the skirt were a garterbelt and stockings. Knowing better than to challenge Kathy’s decisions, I applied my makeup and put on the clothes she had chosen, plus a pair of strappy 5” spike heels that matched the skirt. With my nails and lipstick matching the red blouse, I was actually quite happy with the way my reflection in the mirror looked. When I made my way to the kitchen, Kathy seemed just as satisfied with my appearance. “You look nice,” she smiled. “I hope that skirt isn’t too long, but I really wanted you to wear the stockings and the skirt has to be long enough to cover them…at least until you bend over or sit down.”

“I think it will be OK,” I answered. “Men generally appreciate a flash of stockings almost as much as a glimpse of panties.”
Kathy laughed. “Is that what you’ve heard” she asked. “Because you certainly wouldn’t know what a man likes from personal experience. You haven’t been a woman long enough to know and you certainly weren’t a man before that.” I absorbed the insult in silence and grabbed some coffee as she suggested, “Why don’t you drive yourself to work today? That way I won’t get stuck waiting for you if Joe decides to fuck you at the end of the day again. Besides, I may be getting fucked myself this afternoon and I don’t want to worry about stopping in time to go get you.”

Surprised, I asked, “Who’s going to be fucking you?”

“That’s really none of your concern,” she shrugged. “I fuck whoever I want whenever I want. But, if you’re a good girl, I may let you clean out my pussy with your tongue when you get home and see if you can identify the donor by the way it tastes. Now, shouldn’t you be getting to work? ”

For most of the drive, my thoughts were occupied by wondering what Kathy was going to be doing all day, but as I got closer, they turned to what I was going to be doing. By the time I parked and was walking to the office door, I had forgotten all about Kathy and was thinking only about what I was about to do. Joe and Becky were at her desk when I walked in. Joe took one look at me, frowned and said, “Suzy, in my office, now.” Surprised at his stern tone, I silently walked into his office. He closed the door behind me and immediately said, “I have to say I’m disappointed in your outfit. That skirt is unacceptably long.”

“There, there’s a reason,” I gulped.

“There better be,” he growled. “What is it?”

“Maybe I should show you,” I suggested timidly. He nodded, still frowning and I walked over to the coffee table near the sofa. “This is about the same height as the table in the waiting room, right?” I asked. He nodded and I turned away from him to face the table. Taking a breath to calm my nerves, I bent over and touched the table top. As expected, I felt the back of my skirt pull up, giving Joe what I hoped was a good view of my stockings. When I looked back over my shoulder, his frown had turned into a huge grin. “OK?” I asked, without straightening up.

“Oh, yeah, it’s OK,” he agreed, quickly walking over to me. His hands went under my skirt, lightly brushing along the backs of my legs, up over the tops of the stockings, along the garters to my panties. “Damn,” he groaned, “now I’m going to spend another day thinking about fucking you!”

“Isn’t that the idea?” I asked, still bent over the table. I wiggled my ass a little and asked, “Aren’t I supposed to put those ideas in the heads of all your customers?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “That’s exactly the idea. Of course, the difference is that I know I’m going to fuck that ass before you go home.” He stepped closer, put his hands on my hips and pressed his groin against my ass. “I’d do it right now except I’m afraid you wouldn’t be in any condition to work the rest of the day after I got done with you,” he hissed. “But you’d better let Kathy know you’re going to be late coming home tonight.” He stepped back and slapped my ass. “OK, cunt,” he grinned. “Get out there and get to work.”

I strutted confidently back to Becky’s desk where she said, “I’m assuming he thought your skirt was too long?”

“At first,” I grinned. “But I convinced him it was OK.”

Surprise registered on her face. “How did you manage to do that?”

“I just showed him this,” I shrugged, turning my back on her and bending over.

“Oh, my,” she giggled. “Yeah, that’ll do it.”

“So,” I asked, turning to face her again. “What’s on today’s schedule?”

“Oh, today is a special day,” she grinned. “It’s the third Thursday of the month!”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning Lou Wilson will be here this afternoon. He’s always here on that day.”

“And he is?” I asked.

“He is the dreamiest, most amazing customer we have,” she sighed. “He’s the one customer I’m really, really going to miss.” She looked at her appointment calendar and shrugged. “There are a couple regulars coming in before Lou that we’ll need to take care of. Nothing special, but pretty nice guys. The first one should be here soon, so we should probably get some coffee made.”

I volunteered to take care of that and managed to complete the task before the first of Joe’s appointments for the day arrived. He was a nice average-looking guy who Becky introduced as Gary. I got him his coffee, leaning over enough to give him a nice view of my garters, but not far enough to show my panties (since I was a little self-conscious about what kind of bulges might be visible without the restraint offered by pantyhose). When I took the cup to his chair, the smile on his face told me all I needed to know about how good the view had been. When he finished the cup and asked for a refill, I eagerly responded, and while I was pouring it, I realized that I had moved beyond the “uncomfortable” stage and was actually enjoying the opportunity to show off and tease the visitors. When Gary went into Joe’s office, I immediately started thinking about what would happen when they were ready to sign the contract. My reaction surprised me—while yesterday the thought of what was about to happen had frightened and even disgusted me a little, this morning I felt no such negativity. Instead, I was actually hoping that Gary would ask for me instead of Becky so that I could suck on a nice juicy cock! My wishes were granted a few minutes later when Joe buzzed Becky and asked her to send me in with the papers. We went through what I now knew as the normal signing procedures, and, when I had finished witnessing the signatures, I turned to see Gary sitting on the sofa grinning. I turned back to Joe and asked, “Is this an occasion that we want to celebrate?”

“Yeah, I guess it is,” he smiled. “I think Gary would be disappointed if we didn’t.”

I grinned and turned back to Gary. As I moved toward him, his legs parted and he reached down to unfasten and unzip his pants. “OOoooh, somebody really is eager,” I teased. “Would you like me to help you with those pants?” He nodded happily and I sank to my knees between his legs. I tugged on his pants as he lifted his hips and pulled them down to his ankles. His boxer shorts followed the same path a minute later and I was now staring at his hard cock. As Becky had indicated, he seemed to be a nice “average” guy, but I knew that part of my “service” was to make him feel special, so I “oohed and awed” over how perfect his dick seemed before leaning down and kissing it. He sighed softly, obviously enjoying the sensation, so I stuck with it, kissing my way down his shaft to his balls, then slowly licking my way back up. By the time I got back to the tip, I wasn’t sure which of us wanted him in my mouth more, but I wasn’t going to delay the act to find out. Wrapping my lips around his shaft felt so good that I almost creamed my panties instantly. I fought off the orgasm by concentrating on making the experience as good as I could for Gary. I discovered that I was getting very good at gauging reactions to things I tried and then responding to those reactions. I could immediately tell when a man liked the flick of my tongue in a certain spot or an increase in the intensity of my sucking, and I knew just how to use that expertise. It didn’t take me long to figure out that Gary liked long, slow strokes, so we quickly established a nice rhythm as I pulled back until the tip of his cock was just touching my lips, followed by slowly inhaling his dick and allowing it to slide deep into my throat. When my chin bottomed out on his balls, I would reverse the process, slowly moving back up to the tip. After lingering just long enough to replenish my oxygen supply, I’d start the long, slow slide back down. After six or seven such trips, he was squirming almost uncontrollably and whimpering softly. The next time I reached the tip, I decided to up the ante a little: I kissed his cockhead, smiled up at him and moaned, “God, I want you to cum in my mouth!” His mouth literally dropped open and he gasped for breath as I started back down his dick. By the time I was halfway down, I could feel him twitching between my lips, so I reversed course and got back to the point where he was just resting on my tongue before he shook and exploded. I glanced up and saw him staring down at my face, so I smiled and made a show of his sperm splashing onto my tongue. When his dick stopped spurting, I smiled and swallowed, then licked my lips and breathed, “Thank you! That was so wonderful!” Gary collapsed backwards on the sofa, gasping and groaning as his dick shriveled in my hand. I triumphantly kissed it once more then stood and took a deep breath, again tasting his cum as the air moved through my mouth. “That really was nice,” I sighed. “Thank you.” Without waiting for a reply, I turned, went back to Joe’s desk and picked up the signed contract. Joe nodded his approval and I left the office with the papers.

Becky looked at me questioningly as I approached her desk. “That was fun!” I smiled at her.

She giggled and shook her head. “Well, you may have been a little scared yesterday,” she observed, “but I think you have things under control today!”


“I do feel a little more relaxed,” I admitted. “Does that make me bad?”

“Not around here,” she smiled.

After Gary left, Joe called me back into his office. “I just wanted to let you know I thought you did an excellent job with Gary,” he said. “He loved it.”

“I’m glad,” I blushed.

“And so did I,” he winked. “You managed to give me quite a show of those stockings and your panties when you bent over his lap.” I blushed even more at the thought and he continued, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to get me to come over there and fuck you while you blew him.”

I shook my head. “I, I wasn’t. Honest, I wasn’t thinking about what you could see.”

“I know,” he said. “But next time you will…and I expect an even better show. Understand?” I nodded uncertainly. Joe smiled and nodded, “I think you’re going to be a great little whore,” he said. “You have that need to please that makes you very special. I hope you never lose that.”

“I’ll try to remember that,” I promised.

“Good,” he smiled. “Now, get your ass out of here before I decide I need to fuck it.”

I couldn’t resist swinging my ass just a little more than usual as I strutted out of his office. It occurred to me that I was actually feeling proud of myself: it felt nice to be complimented, even if it was about what a good whore I was. The glow from that compliment lasted the rest of the morning and early afternoon as I flirted with and flashed the three guys who had appointments with Joe. I even found myself feeling disappointed when each of them left without Joe calling me into his office. “Have I really become that much of a slut?” I asked myself. “I should be happy that Joe didn’t whore me out to those guys! Instead, I’m sitting here pouting because I didn’t get to blow them? What’s happening to me?” I was still trying to come to grips with my feelings when the door opened and one of the most handsome men I had ever seen walked in. He was at least 6’4”, and his white shirt was stretched tight across a massive chest, while its short sleeves proudly displayed two of the biggest biceps I had ever seen. My eyes dropped to his relatively tiny waist and I could only imagine how tight and powerful his legs must have been. When I looked back to his face, I marveled at his dark mocha skin and deep black eyes that seemed to stare through me. It was obvious that this had to be the guy Becky had been excited about seeing and I instantly understood why.

“Hi, Lou,” Becky bubbled beside me. “It’s so nice to see you!”

“Nice to see you, too, darling,” he smiled, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek. “And who’s this?” he asked, looking at me.

“This is Suzy,” Becky answered. “You know I’m leaving; well, Suzy is going to be my replacement. Suzy, this is Lou Wilson.”

“Nice to meet you,” I managed to say breathlessly.

“Nice to meet you, too,” he smiled, showing perfect teeth. He made no effort to hide his eyes running up and down my body. “Yeah, it’s real nice to meet you,” he mused. “You’re going to have a tough act to follow. Becky is a fantastic secretary.”

“I know,” I answered. “I’m trying very hard to learn from her and be as good at the job as she is.”

“This is only Suzy’s second day,” Becky pointed out, “but she seems to be very talented and very dedicated to the job.