"It's not the work, I am sure that will be challenging."
"What is it then?"
"Well, considering how I started here, as a punishment, I don't think I'll have the respect that I need to have from the rest of the staff."
"I'm sure you will, but I think we can do something that will make clear your stature in the office."
Ann and Sharon both looked at me quizzically. I continued: "Sharon, for four days Ann treated you at her whim, for the next four days, why don't you direct Ann to do what you want?" I was stunned by what I had said, b ut instinctively I knew it was right. Ann looked at me with a strange, but not hostile, expression. She thought for a second, and then took action. In a move very reminiscent of what Allie had done in her job interview , Ann dropped to her knees, looked at Sharon and spoke. "I am yours to direct."
Sharon thought for a second and then seemed to decide what to do. "It's very simple, Ann. For the time being you are to follow me around on your hands and knees and like a faithful puppy, you are to wait for me to tell you what to do. And like a puppy, Ann, you are to be wearing nothing, no clothes, no underwear, no jewelry, nothing."
"Yes, Sharon" Ann's role reversal response. Ann took off the blouse which had been hanging open across her shoulders to shield her from the chill. Sharon decided to parade Ann in front of her new co-workers and got up to let everyone else know that she had now become officially one of us. The sight of Ann crawling along was pretty interesting. Ann really had to hold herself high off the ground to prevent her breasts from hanging so low they would scrape along the carpet. By arching her back in this way, it had the effect of tilting her butt and pussy so that her are lips were well displayed at the juncture of her legs in the rear. Ann and I shared a cab home at the end of the day. She was totally silent during the ride home.
When we arrived home I decided that I would soak in the tub to unwind. I looked for Clara or Sara to get things ready and voiced a little frustration when I saw that Clara was busy preparing dinner and Sara was downstai rs in the basement laundry room. Ann realized what was irking me and volunteered to get things ready. I leafed through the day's mail and sauntered into the bathroom off my bedroom. Ann had drawn the tub and she was kn eeling by the side of the tub with various soaps, brushes, and shampoos lined up next to her. I slipped into the water and permitted Ann to take care of everything. I barely could keep myself from falling asleep. Of co urse, part of the washing process required Ann to soap my balls and my cock. Her touch had an inevitable effect and a periscope popped above the surface of the water. Ann leaned over and slid her mouth over what had pro truded. She was unable to prevent her hair from getting wet and her breasts were being squashed against the side of the tub. I was a little rough as I placed my hand behind her head and forced her to take me deeply. Sh e did not resist.
The next day, at work, Sharon decided that she would assert herself with Ann during that day and then, she had told me in advance, she would release Ann from the rest of her four day sentence as she hoped simply to get a long with Ann and develop an easy working relationship. Sharon's first task for Ann was simple. While Allie manned the reception area, the rest of us gathered around Ann in a series of chairs arranged in a circle. Ann was blindfolded and told that she had to use her mouth to bring each of us off. Sharon had arranged for Jodi to relieve Allie, after Ann had relieved Jodi (albeit in a different sense). It took Ann about ninety minutes to complete the circuit. She readily identified each of us and seemed to hesitate only when she was not sure who was who between Sharon and Allie, but she got it right.
Then, Sharon told Ann that she was to spend the rest of the work day with my cock in her mouth, and then with a thought to practicalities, said 50 minutes of each hour, the last 10 minutes of each hour she was excused. The idea excited me, as I realized that I would either be in a perpetual state of arousal or that Ann would have her challenges. Ann took a pillow and arranged it in the well in my desk and took me in her mouth. At the outset, she made efforts to lick and move her head along me, but as time wore on she rested her head on my thigh, and just held me in her mouth. Periodically she shifted in position to maintain her comfort. After a half hour or so, I felt myself getting more aroused and reached down to caress her. Sharon came in to announce that it was time for Ann's break, and Ann took advantage of the opportunity to stretch her legs. At the top of t he hour, Ann resumed her position and I started to pay attention to some of the paperwork on my desk. Maria came in with a question and while I sat at the edge of my desk with Ann's mouth wrapped around me, Maria and I d iscussed rates of return on a few different investments I was contemplating. Without being obvious, Ann started to twirl her tongue around me and I became more of a challenge for Ann to maintain in her mouth. Maria co ntinued to talk to me about the analysis she had done and stepped around my desk to look over my shoulder at the spreadsheet we were studying. I was doing my best to maintain my composure and Ann was doing her best to u ndermine it. Ann won. I exploded in her mouth, Mindful, of Sharon's instruction, Ann kept me in that warm and wet haven, but a good portion of my come ran out of the side of her mouth, down her chin and ran in a string y, viscous mess from her chin to her breast. Maria noticed what had happened and decided to help Ann out. She bent down next to Ann and like a cat tending to its kitten, lapped Ann clean. As she licked Ann's face and chin with long swipes of her tongue, many of those swipes passed along the base of my cock and my balls. That process jolted me back to a state of arousal and, once again, more of a challenge for Ann to fulfill Sharon's last edict.
Later that evening, I treated everyone to dinner to celebrate our new office configuration.
"Good morning, Marie" I said to our receptionist as I arrived at work on a cold Monday in February. I hung up my coat and went to my desk. Moments later, my secretary, Gerry, brought me a steaming cup of black coffee and I turned my attention to the paperwork at my desk.
There had been some changes over the past five years. Allie and Jodi had left. Maria was still with me as was Sharon. My business had prospered. My investments had done well, as I was interested in each project and made sure that each made sense from multiple points of view so that if I were building a store or mini-mall, I was concerned not only about inherent land values but the specific plan for commercial exploitation.
We had not yet replaced Jodi who was our back-office head. Looking for a replacement was Ann's job, but Ann was not due back in the office until the next week. She was on duty at home.
Periodically I had found it necessary to establish certain borders and boundaries with Ann. Inevitably, as we dealt with each other, I found it more and more natural to treat Ann almost as a spouse. I find myself caring for her, depending on her, and I ease in to a relationship where it becomes unnatural for me to treat her as an employee, and for her part, Ann loses that little edge which I have always admired, namely her desire to find new ways to appeal to my jaded erotic sense.
About every eighteen months or so, then, I have to find a role for Ann that reasserts our relationship. I suppose the time I had her comply with Sharon's directives was the first. Now, while Clara and Sara were visiting their mother in Brazil, I detailed Ann to take care of our home-to make sure that all meals were prepared and to do all the other domestic chores.
Tonight, Ann was responsible for preparing and serving dinner for me and my guests. I was entertaining at home for dinner an important advisor to one of my investing partners who lived in London. The man who managed that investor's affairs was also British but had just moved to the United States. When I invited him for dinner, he indicated that the person who he normally would have asked to come along was herself away that week. Knowing that he seemed to admire Gerry, I asked him if he would like me to invite Gerry to join us. He seemed pleased with the idea so I did.
I called Ann to go over the plans for dinner.
"Ann, we'll be home around 7:30. We'll have drinks and hors d'oeuvres and dinner around 8:30. Gerry will come with me and I guess Tony will meet us at the apartment around that time too."
"Do you want to go over the menu?"
"No, Ann I'm counting on you to have thought of everything and to make sure that you serve a nice, elegant supper."
"Will you call later?"
"I don't know, just plan on seeing me when we get there at 7:30."
"Bye."
"Bye."
I buzzed for Gerry to come in. "Gerry," I asked "Tony was happy that you will be joining us for dinner tonight."
"That's good."
"Do you like him?"
"I work for you, Bob" was Gerry's reply. "How can I 'like' anyone else?" As she spoke Gerry was fingering the buttons on her blouse as if waiting for an invitation for her to make herself available to me.
Gerry was in her early 40's. She was about 5'8" tall with cascading, wavy golden, reddish hair which I presumed was maintained with the aid of her beautician. She had the type of figure for which I was a sucker. Full breasted, but still thin and trim. Although Gerry did not approach Ann in terms of the fullness of her breasts, she was still, easily, a D-cup. She had long legs which she frequently showed off as her habit was to wear very short skirts. My mind reflected back on that comic afternoon when Gerry was hired. Ann had brought her in to see me.
"Why does this job pay three times the going rate for the most senior of executive secretaries?" Gerry had asked.
"We want to hire people who will have loyalty to us and to the way we do business here. I am sure that Ann told you about our dress code."
"Actually not. What are you talking about 'dress code'?"
The look on Ann's face let me know she had skipped that part of the interview. She spoke up. "We've been interviewing so many people that I guess things blurred together and I thought I had mentioned it, but Gerry the reason I brought you in to see Bob was that I was so impressed with your skills."
"So what's the story with the dress code. for what you're paying I really can't imagine what sort of dress code could be a problem. You'll tell me about it later."
"Gerry, we'll tell you about it right away, because we have to know you are comfortable with it."
"The only thing I wouldn't be comfortabe with is a no-dress dress code" Gerry said, thinking she was joking.
"Well, Gerry" I said "I'm glad you mentioned that. Thanks for applying."
Gerry seemed stunned that what she intended to be a sarcastic comment turned out to be on the mark. "You mean that's it? Your dress code is that I have to work naked?"
Ann answered. "No, Gerry. All we require is that twice a week, everyone goes topless. Complete nudity is an option you can select."
"Well why didn't you just say that in the first place. I've no problem with that. That's how I go to the beach anyhow."
Ann and I exchanged looks. We were unclear whether to take Gerry seriously. Gerry must have realized our quandary and took matters into her own hands. We watched as Gerry stood up and tugged the ends of her beige blouse out of her skirt. Starting at the button near her collar, she opened each and then shrugged her blouse off her shoulders. She was wearing a beige bra that fastened in the front. She opened the clasp and released her breasts from their confinement. She looked at us triumphantly and sat down.
"I guess that settles that" I said. "Welcome aboard."
Ann and I left the lounge in silence and we headed toward our suite. I was angry and a bit frustrated. I knew we had not taken things as far as I would have liked them to go with the nameless couple we had encountered in the bar. But more than that, I was not happy that it was Ann who called a peremptory stop to the development of this encounter.
We entered our suite and, without comment, I went to the closet to hang up the sport jacket I had been wearing. Ann must have sensed from my manner and look that I was displeased. "Bob, didn't I do enough tonight? I f ought for you, I displayed myself for you in front of all those people in the club and I let you undress me in the middle of the bar downstairs."
I turned to answer Ann and so that she was seated on the edge of the bed and that her eyes were red-rimmed with tears brimming. I knew there was something else going on in her mind.
"Look, Ann, I really don't understand. I hardly had to twist your arm to do any of those things and we both know that as much as I like exhibiting you, you like having people watch and admire you. So what is this all a bout?"
Ann did not immediately answer me. She sat in the edge of the bed, sobbing softly. Finally, she spoke. "I guess it is because I wonder sometimes what I am to you. Sometimes I think you think of me only as a body or a performer that you can place in different roles."
My response was not sympathetic. "Ann, after eleven years you don't know how I feel about you? No one else has been as much a part of my life as you have been. You know that."