Jack parked outside El's house at 8:35 the next morning and honked. Her Mercedes still sat in the driveway with a “For Sale” sign stuck in the back window. He wondered if she had told Bill the news, or if she was going to try to hide it from him.
The door opened immediately, and El came out, peering anxiously around her neighborhood, as if afraid someone might see her. She looked like a different woman. She was dressed in a red skirt that came to mid-thigh, a white tanktop and black pumps with two-inch heels. Jack thought the shoes could be a bit higher, but overall, she looked good, in a trashy sort of way. As she approached, he could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, just as he had ordered. He could easily see the nipples poking up from the cloth. He suspected she wasn't wearing panties, either. He'd find out soon enough.
She raced down the steps and got in the passenger seat quickly. Jack waited, staring at the door to see if Bill would come out, angry and shouting. Nothing happened.
He turned to El, noting that her makeup was the same as yesterday, not nearly slutty enough. “Did you tell Bill?"
"Um, sort of. I told him I stole some money to cover for his being out of work and I'm going to have to pay it back. I didn't tell him exactly how. He still thinks I'm the CFO."
"Dressed like this?"
She could see the flush creep up her neck to her ears. “He didn't ask a lot of questions. I think he's in shock about the whole thing. I know he feels partially responsible."
Jack nodded, staring at the house. That made sense. But he'd have to monitor the situation. It wouldn't do to have an irate husband stirring things up. He turned back to El. “Okay. You look pretty good. But there's a couple of things.” He ticked them off his fingers. “One, you're not wearing enough makeup. You look like the businesswoman you used to be, not the slut you are. You're going to need more lipstick, eyeliner, the works. Two, whenever you come into the car, I want you to spread your legs apart and show me your cunt. Sit bare-assed on the seat."
She made a small noise in her throat, then lifted her ass up off the seat. She pulled the back of her skirt out of the way, then sat down again. Jack peered closer, noting that she had attempted to shave her mound, but had left quite a bit of stubble. “You call that shaved?"
She flushed even redder, if that was possible. “S-sorry, sir, I did it myself and it's hard to reach everywhere."
"You didn't tell your husband that you were shaving it?"
"No, sir. Not yet."
That caused Jack to think of something else. “How often do you and Bill fuck, on average?"
El looked at the floor. “Um, about once a week. It used to be a lot more, but because he's been out of work lately, I'm not often in the mood for him, you understand."
"Yes, I do. Does he use a condom?"
She glanced up at him, as if considering whether she should challenge him for his prying questions, but his look told her he was serious. Before she could answer, he grabbed her upper arm. “Don't every try to lie to me or conceal facts. You have no privacy or secrets from me now, do you understand?"
"Yes, Ja-I mean, Mr. Sawyer."
"Okay, answer the question."
"No, sir. I'm on the pill."
"Okay, from now on, you are to inform me whenever you fuck Bill-or anyone else. I want to hear details."
She took a deep breath. “Yes, sir."
"I will decide later if I want you wearing yourself out on your husband, when you could be letting that pussy earn my money back."
"Yes, sir."
"Now, as to these other things. I want you to go back into your house and bring a bag containing your makeup kit, shaving cream and a razor."
She blanched and Jack thought she was going to refuse, but she didn't. She seemed to gather herself, then unlatched the door and got out. He watched her adjust her tiny skirt, then trudge up the steps and disappear inside. She came out onto the porch a few minutes later, followed by Bill. He seemed upset, or at least filled with questions.
El brushed him off and hurried back to the car, a small paper bag clutched in one hand. Bill stared at Jack, then shook his head and retreated inside. Jack wondered if he intimidated Bill. After all, Jack held their future in his hands. And Bill was not a big man, so he didn't seem to be much of a threat. Jack knew Bill would be wrestling with his demons over this and wouldn't be sure what to make of it. Eventually, Jack believed El would have to tell him, then there could be trouble if Bill decided to go after him or call the cops.
El had reseated herself, remembering to pull up her skirt. Jack put the car into reverse and backed slowly out of the driveway. He turned and started forward, glancing down occasionally to check out El's bare pussy. He reached over and let his fingers touch her slit. She jerked slightly, then settled down and let him stroke her.
He didn't say anything to her during the drive and she seemed to know better than to talk first. Whenever he glanced at her face, she was staring straight ahead.
He pulled into the plant and parked in his reserved spot, right near the door. He got out, paying no attention to El. She struggled to get out, holding the bag in one hand, and trying to move her skirt down quickly with the other. Jack could see a flash of her bronze bottom before she could cover it.
She followed him inside, walking quickly with her head down. She avoided the stares of the few others she saw on the way to his office. El started to follow Jack inside, but he stopped her immediately. “Your office is ready for you, just down the hall. I want you to enter through your door. I'll call you when I need you."
She nodded vacantly and left. Jack could only imagine the sight that greeted her. While she had been gone yesterday, he'd had her desk turned so it faced the glass door into the hallway. Her modesty would be protected by the kick panel in front, but he knew she'd feel more on display this way. He'd had a tiny camera installed underneath her desk, and another one high up behind her.
He went to his desk and unlocked the top right-hand drawer, where the small flat-panel screen had been installed. He flicked a switch. The screen came on, showing the view from the overhead camera. He watched as El walked around the room slowly, as if she couldn't believe this was to be her prison for the next couple of years. It was much smaller than her CFO's office, consisting of little more than a desk, a chair, a computer and a phone. Everything in the office could be seen through the glass door from the hallway outside.
He observed her as she put down her bag on the desk, empty except for the phone. Nervously, El pulled the chair out and peered underneath it, noticing the small spotlight there, chair high. She looked more closely and spotted the camera, then shook her head. El sat down and scooted herself up close. Jack flipped over to the other camera and observed her legs open in front of him, giving him a good view of her naked loins. The light illuminated her perfectly. Still, that stubble bothered him. At least she had remembered her orders. He wondered if she would remember them all.
He flipped back to the other camera and waited until someone walked by and spotted her in the former secretary's chair. It was Gloria, Jack could see, from human resources. She came in, clearly stunned. They chatted. Jack turned a knob next to the screen and the words came through a small speaker.
"-you doing here?” Gloria seemed flummoxed.
El fidgeted. “Um, I'm Jack's new secretary."
"What about your job?"
"I don't know what's going to happen with that."
"You mean, you've-you've been demoted?"
"I'd prefer to call it a mutual decision."
"But why?"
"I'm not at liberty to say. You'll have to ask Jack."
Jack smiled, watching the scene. Her first mistake, calling him Jack. El's embarrassment pleased him. He picked up the phone. He watched as it rang on El's desk. She jumped, then reached for it with her left hand. Gloria watched her, waiting for her to finish so she could pepper her with additional questions.
Jack observed that while El's right hand strayed to her lap, her fingers didn't touch her pussy. He had expected as much. Her second mistake.
"Yes, sir?"
"Yes, El. I wanted you to take some dictation. We're going to have to come up with something to say about your change of job assignment."
"Yes, sir.” She started to hang up.
"Oh, and El…"
She froze in place, then brought the receiver back to her ear. “What did I tell you to do whenever you were on the phone with me?"
"Um, yes, sir. I'll do that right away, sir."
Jack switched the camera and watched as El's right hand crept closer to her groin, finally reaching in and just brushing her slit. He switched back in time to catch Gloria staring at her as if she'd lost her mind.
"Well, I have to go,” El was telling her. “I've got to see Ja-, er, Mr. Sawyer."
Gloria stood there, speechless, as El rose, adjusting her small skirt with as much dignity as she could muster. Then she came to the door connecting the two offices and entered.
Jack flicked off the screen and pushed the drawer back into place.
El seemed grateful to be able to close the door behind her, shutting Gloria out. Jack imagined that Gloria would waste no time in spreading the news about Ellen's bizarre new behavior.
"Yes, sir?” she said, standing by the door.
"You seem to have forgotten the rules of your employment."
El started, taking a step back. Then she immediately began stripping off her clothes. In seconds, she was naked. She came over by Jack's chair and sank to her knees. “How may I help you, master?"
"Knees wider apart. There, that's better.” Jack let her stew for a moment. “Let's take care of this memo to employees, shall we?” He handed her a pad and pen.
She took it, still on her knees, her face blank. He dictated a short note about El's job change without giving any details. He told her to use her “new” name in the release, El Sanchez. She wrote down the information with a shaky hand. Jack could've dashed out the note himself in far less time, but it pleased him to have her be the author of her own demotion notice.
When he was done, he told her to write it up and sent to him for approval. She started to get up, and he stopped her. “I can't very well let you get away with your bad behavior, now can I?"
"B-bad behavior?” To El, no doubt her failures to obey were minor transgressions, easily forgiven. Jack had to let her know where she stood.
"Yes. You called me Jack in front of Gloria. You failed to rub your pussy, even when I reminded you. And you didn't strip immediately upon entering my office."
"S-sorry, sir. It won't happen again."
"And then there's the matter of your sloppy shaving job. I guess I'll have to correct that mistake myself, won't I?” He paused. “Unless you want Gloria to do it."
She rocked back onto her heels. “Oh, no, sir! Please. I'd rather you did it."
"You know, of course, that what you'd ‘rather’ have happen is no longer important."
"Um, yes, sir."
Jack thought for a moment. “I'll give you a choice of punishments. You can either work in your office naked for the next two hours, or you can submit to a spanking with my belt."
El looked horrified. “No, Sir! Master! You can't! Please, I beg you,"
"Which is it to be, El?"
Her eyes roamed around, as if looking for an escape. For the first time, Jack believed she was finally realizing what she had gotten herself into. “I'll-I'll take the spanking, sir. Anything but w-work naked in front of anyone walking by! I'd just die!"
He nodded. “Place yourself over the desk.” He stood and removed his belt.
She obeyed warily, spreading herself flat and gripping the far end of the desk as if her life depended on it, her eyes never leaving the belt in his hand. When she was in position, her lovely rounded ass up and ready for him, she suddenly blurted, “Master? May I speak?"
He sighed as if greatly bothered by her interruption. “Yes, what is it?"
"W-won't people hear us? That could prove, um, hard to explain."
Jack pretended to think about it. “Yes, you're right. I'm not so concerned about the slapping of my belt on your ass, but your screams could cause problems. Go get me your top."
She sprang up, as if grateful for the reprieve. It was a short one, however. When she returned with the scrap of cloth, he indicated she should reposition herself. When she had done so, he made her open her mouth and pressed part of the wadded up shirt inside.
"Try not to make too much noise,” he said. She nodded, her eyes wide with shock. He wondered how she was going to explain this to her husband.
He stood back, then let her have a crack with the belt. She screamed into the gag, clearly startled by how hard he struck her. Jack admired the nice red welt it raised on her honey-toned ass. Already sweat was beading up on her forehead and her eyes pleaded with him to stop.
He struck her again, and again, moving the belt around each time to cover all the unmarked areas. He let out some of his anger at her betrayal. He stopped at five, deciding to go easy on her. Jack wasn't surprised to see the spanking had caused her slit to expand. Her juices glistened in the light. Despite her protestations, this seemed to turn her on.
"Okay,” he told her, putting the belt back into the loops on his pants, “that will do for now. If you are disobedient again, I'll have to give you ten strokes."
She shook her head wildly, as if she'd never consider such a thing. Jack leaned down and pulled the top from her mouth. The breath exploded from her. “Oh, master! May I speak?"
"Yes, slut."
"That really hurt! Please, I'll be good. I promise!"
"You'd better be."
She rubbed her ass gingerly and whimpered.
"Now that that's out of the way, I think it's time we took care of your other problems."
"Other problems?"
"Yes. Go bring me the bag you brought from home."
Her eyes flew open as she realized she'd left it on her desk. She grabbed her top and went to the door, stooping to pick up her skirt. Jack's voice stopped her in her tracks. “I didn't say to get dressed first."
She froze, the clothes bunched in her hands. “You-you want me to walk out there n-n-naked?” She couldn't believe it.
"Yes."
She turned and as if on stilts, walked stiff-legged to the door. Jack took the opportunity to open the desk drawer and turn on the main camera. The hallway outside her office was deserted.
El peered through. Jack could see her face appear on the left side of the screen. She checked the corridor through the glass door. When it seemed safe, she bolted through, snatched up the bag and ran back to the safety of Jack's office. He smiled and carefully shut the drawer.
"Here it is, master.” She put the bag on his desk and stood back, waiting. Her obedience seemed much improved.
"Go into my washroom and put on more makeup. I want you to look like a hooker. After you're done, bring me a hot, wet towel and a dry one,” he ordered, opening the bag and handing her the makeup kit. She wiggled her way to the bathroom. Jack grinned at the stripes on her ass. She disappeared inside. It was quiet for several minutes. Then he heard water running. A short time later, she returned. Her face had more rouge and her eyelids were blue. Red lipstick had been slathered on her mouth. He nodded his approval. “That's a good start. It would help if you got some false eyelashes."
He took the dry towel from her, folded it and lay it right at the edge of his desk. “Here. Back up against this, then lean back until your shoulders hit the blotter."
Warily, she obeyed. When she was in place, Jack could see she didn't know what to do with her legs. Letting them hang down assuaged her modesty, but the desk rubbed against her welts. Raising her legs and hooking her heels on the edge of the desk eased her pain, but exposed her private parts directly to his leering gaze.
He watched while she wrestled with the dilemma. Finally, she decided the pain won out over modesty, so she let her heels rest on the desk, splaying her legs wide. Jack nodded in agreement at her decision, then rolled his chair in close. He was sure she could feel his breath on her pussy. It remained wet and slightly open. Her breath was shallow.
"You didn't do too bad on the top, but you missed a lot down here,” he commented, as if he were talking to a barber about a haircut. She blushed red.
Jack placed the hot towel on her loins to soften up the hairs. He left it there for several minutes, whistling softly to himself. Once, he reached up and tweaked one of her nipples, causing her to start. He noticed both her nipples swelled.
He removed the towel, then squirted a good portion of shaving cream into his hand. He carefully spread it above and around her slit, noticing how his touch further excited her. Her clitoris swelled until he could see it poking out from under its hood. He wondered how it would look with a gold ring through the skin above it. He glanced up at her nipples, imagining them with similar gold rings. Nice.
He took the razor and began to shave her, starting at the bottom and working against the grain. He carefully folded her labia to the side to get into the creases. El said nothing, but she began to breathe more heavily. Jack knew she was really becoming aroused now. He could see it in the amount of fluid that was dripping from her slit and collecting on the towel below.
He shaved carefully. Once the phone rang, and he stopped, pulling away just in time to prevent nicking her. She acted as if she was going to get up, but he held her in place with one hand while he answered the phone.
Jack could see it was an internal call. “Yes? Oh, yes, Gloria. Yes, her job has been changed. I just decided I needed her in this position.” He winked at El, his head framed between her obscenely splayed legs. She looked away in embarrassment. “Oh, salary? Well, don't worry about that for now. Yes, I'll let you know. Yes, we're working on a memo now."
He hung up. “Looks like the natives are getting restless. They want an explanation. I wonder if the memo will satisfy them?"
El just shook her head.
Jack returned to his work. He was enjoying himself immensely. He shaved her until he was sure he had gotten every stray hair, then wiped her down with the damp towel. “There,” he said, sitting back and admiring his handiwork. “That's how I want to see you from now on."
"Um, master, may I speak?"
"Yes, slut."
"It's hard for me to reach everywhere. But if you enjoy it, I-I would be happy to make myself available to you every day."
That didn't surprise Jack. He could see she was turned on by the attention. But he didn't want to be working for her, even in this small way. “That could become tiresome, slut. Tell ya what. You got a beauty salon you go to?"
El paled and shook her head.
"Really?” Jack seemed nonplused. “I thought every girl had a salon."
"Well, Ja-I mean, Mr. Sawyer, I have a woman who cuts my hair, but she… she would never… I mean…"
"Hmm, that's too bad. So you need to find a full-service beauty parlor. I wonder if Gloria could help.” He picked up the phone.
El shot bolt upright. “No sir! That's not necessary. Um… maybe I can have Bill do it."
Jack smiled. Somehow, that appealed to him, to have Bill be complicit in his wife's sexual degradation. “Sure, whatever. Just make sure your pussy is shaved clean every day. If I decide I want to do it again, I'll let you know."
He pushed her back down. She didn't resist. Jack ran his fingers around the now-smooth surface. More fluids dripped from her slit. She squirmed, though she tried to hide it. “I'm going to be checking it every day, so don't disappoint me.” He let his fingertips brush along the edge, gathering some of the clear fluid. He brought it to his mouth and sampled it. It had a sweet, pungent taste.
He could see her eyes on his face. Her lust was impossible to disguise now. Her hips twitched, her skin seemed to glow. He knew she wanted him and would do anything to have his cock thrusting into her in the next few minutes.
Perfect, he thought. He checked his watch. Ten o'clock. Just right. The phone rang again. An outside line, this time. El looked pained as he answered it.
"Jack Sawyer. Oh, yes, Bob. So glad you called!” The call had been prearranged for ten, but El didn't know that. Jack had been trying to land this client for a while now, but had been unable to pry him loose from Michigan Manufacturing. He had invited Bob Orley to stop by today, promising him a “deal he couldn't refuse.” Jack had told him to call him at ten, when he was on his way to the plant.
"I don't know why I'm coming by, Jack,” Bob said in his ear. “I told you I'm happy with Michigan."
"Yeah, but I'll bet they don't have the right package of incentives that I've developed,” Jack replied. He noticed that El seemed to become alarmed at the direction this conversation was going. She tried to get up, but he put a hand on her hip, keeping her in position.
They talked for a few more minutes, then Jack said, “Okay, I'll see you soon,” and hung up.
"Master, may I speak,” El immediately said.
Jack thought about that. “No, slut."
El's eyes widened. He could tell she didn't know what to do now. Always before, when she asked to speak, Jack allowed it. Now, when she had some serious questions about “Bob,” he shut her down. She tried to get up again, but he again stopped her with a hand.
"Don't get up,” he ordered, and the tone of his voice conveyed to her that she might be in store for another whipping if she disobeyed. She lay back, panting. Jack ran his finger up her slit to the clitoris, causing her to jump. He reached into the center drawer and brought out a condom, still in its wrapper, and tossed it onto her stomach. Her face told him everything.
"Wait here. Don't move.” He got up and went into El's office, closing the door behind him. He wondered if she would obey him or if he'd come back in a few minutes and find her hiding in the bathroom.
The glass door opened and Bob strolled in. Bob Orley was a big, handsome, good ol’ boy, one who liked the camaraderie of his business pals. Jack believed that's why he'd stuck so long with Michigan Manufacturing-the owner was an old high school friend of his.
But a lot had happened in the years since, and Jack had heard through the grapevine that Bob's loyalty was beginning to fray. Perhaps he'd not gotten the terms he'd asked for, or perhaps Michigan had begun to take his business for granted. Either way, Jack thought Bob might be open to another offer.
Jack also knew Bob had been married to the same woman for twenty-five years, a real cow. Bob's extra-marital escapades were legendary and who could blame him? But Jack doubted Bob had ever experienced the delights of a slim young woman like El. She was about to pay back some of her debt, big time. If Bob agreed to switch to Sawyer Metalworking, it would bring in tens of thousands of extra dollars per year.
Of course, he wouldn't tell El that. She'd have to repay her debt one fuck at a time. She could keep Bob happy anytime he wanted to stop by, at two-fifty a throw.
Bob shook his hand and they chatted for a while. When the moment was right, Jack laid out his proposal, offering a slightly lower price and quicker turnaround time.
"Above all, Bob, I want you to know that Sawyer Metalworking really wants your business. We'd work hard to please you every day. I can guarantee you'd never be sorry you switched."
Jack could see the reluctance on Bob's face. Before he could respond, Jack added: “Oh, and to help seal the deal, I've got a little gift for you in my office. That's yours, whether you go with us or not."
Bob looked questioningly at the door. “You want me to go in?"
Jack nodded. “I'll just wait out here for a bit."
He watched as Bob opened the door and looked in. His mouth dropped open. That told Jack that El was being the obedient sex slave she should be. Bob shot Jack a big grin, then disappeared inside, closing the door softly behind him.
He sat on the edge of El's new desk and listened to the dim noises through the door. At first all he could hear was the alto of El's voice as she climbed toward an orgasm. He imagined Bob had just plopped down between her legs and dove in, lapping her to a quick climax. Now he could hear Bob's bass vocals, intercut with El's cries as she neared her second orgasm. He knew they were fucking in earnest now.
Jack's cock hardened and he wanted to fuck her himself, just as soon as Bob was finished. There came a muffled cacophony of sounds: voices, flesh slapping flesh, cries, small objects falling to the floor. A crescendo of voices erupted, then silence.
In about ten minutes, Bob reappeared in the doorway. “That was right neighborly of ya,” he said, a foolish grin on his face. “I'll have to think hard about this. Would you mind if I came back, say, day after tomorrow, to explore your offer further?"
"Sure. How about the same time then?"
His smile broadened. “I have to tell ya, Jack, I never got this kind of treatment from Michigan."
"Well, that's why our customers are one-hundred percent satisfied."
After Bob left, Jack returned to his office. Surprisingly, El was still on her back on the desk, her legs splayed out, her head tipped away from him. When she heard him, she turned toward him. Jack had expected tears, but was surprised to find her still panting from her orgasm. The skin on her chest and neck was mottled with pink.
"How did it go?"
Her mouth opened and closed as if she had trouble finding her voice. “It was… incredible."
"Really?” He was surprised, but pleased that El had enjoyed it too. It would certainly make it easier for her to embrace her new duties.
"Yes, sir.” She propped herself up on one elbow. “I've never had an orgasm like that before. Not with Bill, not with anyone."
"That's great, because he's coming back again the day after tomorrow."
El sat up. “Really?” Her expression told him she was looking forward to it."
"Yes, you did very well for your first effort. That's two-fifty off your debt. I'll make the entry now.” He called up the Excel program and added the total. It made an insignificant dent, of course, but it was a start.
"Did he use a condom?"
"Yes, sir. I handed it to him first thing and he didn't object. It made me feel safe, you know. Maybe that's why I came so hard."
Jack nodded. El might prove to be excellent at her new job. “So tell me what happened."
El didn't even flush. “Well, first he went down on me. Being shaved so close, it was really sensitive! I really like it. I came so hard I thought I'd pass out.” She looked down as if she was too embarrassed to hold Jack's gaze. “He's really good at that.” She looked up and Jack just nodded, so she continued. “Then he, um, fucked me. He has a very nice-sized cock. He hit all the right spots."
"That's good, El. You did well."
"Sir, may I get up now?"
"No.” He unzipped his pants. She sighed and lay back flat, spreading her legs for him. “One more rule to remember, slut. While you may ask clients to use condoms, I don't wish to use one. Therefore, you should stay on the pill."
"Yes, sir."
"Good.” He stepped up and aimed his rock-hard cock at her slippery entrance. He couldn't explain why fucking her after Bob enticed him so. Perhaps it was the “naughty factor.” Or perhaps that her actions might result in Sawyer winning a big contract. Either way, it excited him. He pressed his cock into her, watching as the folds parted and the juices flowed around him. He continued to press until his balls slapped gently against her ass, then he pulled back and began thrusting, grabbing her upper arms for leverage.
El began to get into the action, rocking her hips in time with his movements. Jack could feel himself rising to a powerful climax. He didn't hold back, he didn't care for her pleasure, only his own. When he was ready, he thrust hard against her and squirted his seed deep into her.
In seconds, El came as well, grabbing his forearms so tightly he though she might cut off the circulation to his hands. They clung together while the orgasm ended. Finally, Jack pulled away. He could see the mixture of fluids pour out of her gaping slit onto the towel.
"Okay, you can get up now,” he gasped.
She rolled over onto one elbow, then pushed herself the rest of the way up. “May I go to the bathroom, master?"
"Clean me first."
She dropped to her knees and took his cock gently into her rosebud mouth. It felt good to have her lips around it, even though he was quite sensitive. When she was finished, she sat back.
He nodded. “Okay, go ahead."
"Thank you, sir,” she said before she disappeared into the bathroom. Jack buttoned himself up and sank back into his chair. He checked his watch. Eleven-thirty. A lot had happened and it wasn't even noon yet.