CEO to Secretary

CEO to Secretary

Victoria Sheffield smiled as she heard the knock at her door. She'd been looking forward to this part of the week since the board meeting on Monday.

"Ma'am?" her secretary called from outside the room. "George is here."

Victoria gave another grin as she checked her watch. "Five minutes early... cute." she muttered to herself, as punctual as he was, it wasn't going to save him from what was about to come. "Have him wait another twenty minutes, I'm taking a call."

"Yes ma'am."

Of course, the CEO didn't really have a call, but she felt that making an employee wait a bit before a meeting helped her immediately take control of the conversation. She loved picturing them squirming out in front of her secretary's desk- nerves building as they wondered what they could possibly be called in for. It was little things like this that made having the burden of all that power worth it.

She'd started at Gordon Marketing only four years ago, straight out of her business degree- honours, of course. Through her killer instinct she'd swiftly climbed the ladder, until she was finally at the top of management and had by far the largest portfolio of clients in the entire company. It helped that she was model height with a body shape to match; it was why most of her clients were men- or women that were that way inclined. With just a few sultry winks and a voice dripping with sex she could have anyone paying anything for her company's services.

Eventually she grew tired of being a top manager, wanting to climb even higher. Unfortunately for her, the CEO at the time wasn't in any danger of retiring. That problem wasn't hard to solve though. With just a week of flirting she had him making a move on her- moments later she'd gone to the press with a recording of him slapping her ass and the board had no choice but to let him go- and with their last CEO being fired for sexual harassment they needed a female in charge to rebuild some PR. Victoria, of course, was the only female member of management and humbly accepted the position.

Noticing that twenty-five minutes had passed, she stood to smooth out her designer

blazer, admiring her striking red suit in the mirror she kept on the wall. Her six-inch stilettos guaranteed that she'd tower over any man who she wanted to make feel small, and her supple behind and firm breasts, tantalizingly framed by her tight jacket made sure that they'd be turned on at the same time.

Satisfied that she'd stun the soon-to-be ex-employee she sat back down in her chair, pressing a button on her desk at the same time.

"Lexi, dear, send him in."

"Yes ma'am."

Moments later, the head of research, George Simpson, walked into her office. Interestingly enough, he had a bit of confidence in his stride, something that the CEO was not accustomed to seeing in the people she dragged up to her office. She would be sure to change that soon enough.

"Sorry for the wait," she smiled, almost sarcastically, "I had an important call to make."

She eyed George up for some kind of reaction, she loved seeing anger build up only for it to be quashed and turned to fear- but somehow, the ginger's gaze was unflinching. Victoria paused in surprise- but only for a moment.

"Well, sit down then." she motioned for the man to position himself in the chair in front of her desk. She had intentionally made sure that it was lower to the ground than her own; looking down on people while she talked to them was just another one of her power plays.

"I'll stay standing, thanks." the tall red-head's reply was unexpectedly even, betraying no sign of nervousness. Normally Victoria would have insisted that he sit, but for some reason she just nodded and carried on.

"R-right." She silently cursed herself for stuttering. What was wrong with her? Something was throwing her off her game. She needed to regain control. "Do you know why I've summoned you here?"

"Enlighten me."

Another order. She should have snapped at him, but something about the confidence in his piercing green eyes stopped her. She felt compelled to explain.

"W-well-" she caught herself again. That damn stutter! What was happening to her? She took a deep breath before continuing. "Well, the board and I convened on Monday and we agreed that we were going to need to make some cuts to-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there," he cut in.

Who the fuck did this prick think he was? She rose to reprimand him, but found herself glued to her chair. Why was she letting another blatant contest of her authority slide? He crossed one arm across his body while the other rested lightly on a chiseled jawline, striking a relaxed and casual pose., flexing his jaw every so often showcasing an impeccable bone structure. Snapped out of her reverie, Victoria was gaping, trying to find the answer, her panties slowly growing hot and damp. Fuck this man.

"I spoke to the board as well," he continued, "and we've come to an agreement. As of now, the CEO salary is just too large to justify- and of course, it'd be illegal to cut your salary, so you're going to resign."

"What!?" At such a ridiculous remark, Victoria finally gained enough control of herself to object. "I brought you in here to discuss the future of your employment. We've needed to make some cuts and your moral objections to our latest ventures have-"

"Ah, yes. I wanted to discuss those." George once again cut in, causing another wave of heat to inexplicably surge through Victoria's snatch. "I decided to take the subliminal advertising technology that I have been developing and repurpose it for something else."

Her eyes flared with anger, "that technology was developed on company time; it belongs to me- and once you're no longer working with us, I'll have you sued for everything you have if you so much as look at the product."

Victoria smiled, finally. She'd taken back control- the little shit was done for. She raised her own domineering gray eyes to meet the upstart's- and found herself shocked that he was grinning back at her.

No one spoke for a moment. Victoria fumbled for words but couldn't find them. George grabbed a pencil from her desk and lifted it to his lips in thought. She wanted to scream at him, to put him in his place, but she found her gaze fixed to his mouth. A brief image of her locking lips with him flashed through her mind- startling her out of trance.

"S-so?" she stuttered again. "You're fired. Get out." It didn't have near the impact that she was used to delivering, but at least she'd managed to say the words.

George just laughed, removing the pencil from his lips. "That's cute." she seethed at the very words that she'd used when watching dozens of other men grovelling for their jobs. "Do you have any idea what the technology we've made actually does?- or have you been too busy whoring yourself out for sales?" he paused again, waiting for an answer. "Well, Genny?"

Victoria hadn't been called that since she was a little girl, and the candid familiarity struck a raw nerve.

She summoned as much of her strength as possible to reply, "That's Miss Sheffield to you. I am the CEO of this company and you will give me the respect I've earned."

He strode over behind her desk and peered down at her.

"That doesn't answer my question," he replied, stroking a cheekbone with a fingertip, "So, answer."

She knew she didn't have to humour him. She knew she could have security escort him off the premises. Yet, she found herself compelled to obey.

"It's... like some kind of subconscious affecting thingy that can run alongside a video?" Even she was aware of how dumb she sounded. In truth, she only had a rudimentary understanding of the stuff, but she never needed to know everything about the products she sold to be the top saleswoman.

"That's about as good of an answer as I'd expect from a ditzy thing like you." Again she tried to scream, but instead she felt herself growing wetter as she felt his gaze on her tits. Her red suit framing the large mounds nicely. "It was originally going to be sold to companies for web advertisements. The technology would run in the background while the consumer viewed the ad, and they would be compelled to purchase. I, as you know, objected to the ethics of this, but I was threatened with my employment and made it anyway. Only- I made some changes."

Victoria racked her brains, feeling certain that she was so close to putting two and

two together and figuring out what the hell he was leading into. Only, whenever she came close to making a connection between the subliminal messaging and her new attitude toward George, her pussy flared with warmth, preventing the thought from forming.

"Something wrong?" George asked, suddenly pressing the pencil against an erect nipple, clearly poking against the fabric of the blazer. "This is a professional meeting. Do I need to get in contact with HR?"

The CEO blushed a deep red, barely restraining a moan as George flicked the nipple with his- no, her pencil.

"I'm so- sorry," she stammered, her face flushing a dark crimson as confusion and arousal set in "I don't know what's happening."

"Of course you don't. You're such a ditzy little thing."

She should have felt anger, but she could only find herself agreeing as the warmth between her legs grew even greater.

"I- I- ohhhhh," she stopped her explanation as the red-head pried a tit free from the confines of her blazer, teasing it with malicious glee. "That's not- mmm... You ca-aaaaah..." her frustration grew as she struggled to form sentences, vanishing into a blissful warmth as she just let herself be played with for a while.

"Like that?" George purred, this time pinching the exposed nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Yesss..." she moaned- suddenly stopping herself as she realised what she was agreeing to. "Wait, n-ahhhhhh" as she attempted to counter, the warmth flared once more and she sunk back into the fire of her arousal.

"Good girl. It's easier when you agree, isn't it?"

She tried to think hard about her response, but found doing so impossible, she was just so fucking horny. Suddenly an idea occurred to her- if she just obeyed him for now, while she was in this state, she could have HR get him for harassment once her mind was clear. Her office had 24/7 surveillance for that very reason.

"Yesss..." she agreed again, feeling so much better now that she knew she just needed to give in.

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir." Calling him 'sir' immediately caused a pang of arousal to course through her body. She couldn't help but moan in ecstasy as a hand absent-mindedly drifted towards her hungry cunt.

"Ah!" she yelped with a mixture of pain and pleasure as she felt something hard strike her hand. George had grabbed a ruler from the desk and swatted it away from her needy clit.

"Why are you doing that?" he asked.

She struggled to find words for an answer, still distracted by the hand mauling her breast.

"I-"

"You will only act, when told to act," he steamrolled over her. "Do you understand?"

Her frazzled mind couldn't help but agree. "Yes sir."

"Good." The red-head's triumphant smile suddenly turned serious. "Now, why did you pick me, of all people, to let go?"

Victoria tried to work through the warm fog that encased her brain, attempting to remember exactly why she had singled him out. She could vaguely remember him heading another project that had ended up being a financial disaster, but the real reason was a bit more personal and Victoria suddenly remembered him. His demeanor had completely changed and he had discovered his own sense of style, but he was recognisable nonetheless.

"Because! Because!" She exclaimed triumphantly, finally pushing through the mist that seemed to shroud her thoughts. "When I had purchased a brand new cashmere suit and I needed to get past you in the cafeteria, instead of getting out of my way, you deliberately let me crash in to you, spoiling my new suit, with your disgusting fucking cafeteria lunch!" she screeched

George stared at her with a disappointed sigh, and Victoria began to wonder why she had told him the truth- under normal circumstances she would have blamed his work ethic, or past failures- but something compelled her to avoid lying to that gorgeous face. When she strained to figure out what, her body was again assaulted by waves of horny bliss.

"I thought it would be something to that effect." He shook his head. "Do you think a good CEO would fire an employee over something so trivial?"

She wanted to protest- to say that it did matter- but the moment, the red-head said it was inconsequential the warmth blazed through her core and it became true.

"No sir." she justified the response to herself as just a means to placate him, but deep down, she found herself doubting her abilities.

"And what if I was to spill something on this suit?" he sneered, mockingly.

"I, I .....I would have to change."

"That's right, and thankfully for you, I have taken the liberty of supplying a completely new outfit."

"But, I can still wear this one." Victoria just managed to squeak out before ice cold water was poured over her body causing both of her tits to spring to attention.

"Get dressed." he threw the clothes over to her.

"N-now?"

"Right here. Right now."

The thought of getting naked in front of him immediately brought on an involuntary moan. It's just to get through this, she thought to herself as she hurriedly stumbled out of her drenched pantsuit.

She shuddered in ecstasy as she felt George's eyes roam up her toned legs and settle on the shapely ass. She immediately postured to stick her already full, teardrop breasts out from her chest even further, an uncharacteristic giggle of glee escaping her lips as his eyes shifted to the pair of tits, impossibly large for how tight they clung to her fit body- the top to a perfect hourglass.

"Well," George motioned towards the pile of clothes at her feet. "Go on."

"Of course sir." She felt humiliated being told how to dress, especially by someone she was supposed to be firing- but this wasn't the first time she'd used her body to gain an advantage. She just had to obey him a little longer.

Victoria held up an impossibly small black skirt, with a matching lace top that was completely transparent. Amongst the clothes were a very sharp and ludicrously high pair of baby pink stilettos. She shimmed her hips trying to get into the skirt, it hesitated around her ample backside before snapping into place around her slim waist.

"Don't forget the stockings" George teased from across the room, his eyes dancing, taking in her beautiful body

Victoria found some thigh highs, a garter belt, a large pink bow for her hair and lastly a pink collar.

She deftly dressed, her practiced hands easily attaching all the clips and buttons until she had transformed herself into a sultry pink bimbo, and instead of being outraged at the tasteless clothing she had been forced into, she couldn't help but let a girly giggle fill the room.

"Give me a twirl, hun."

Normally, she would have cringed at the word. Now, however, she gave another ditzy laugh and lightly spun around the room. Teetering on such high heels. It made her even hornier that her tormentor was obviously enjoying the show. It's just a facade, she again tried to convince herself- although now becoming slightly less sure.

"Good girl."

The utterance of the phrase immediately erased her concerns as pleasure surged through her.

"Thank you sir," she responded, shocking herself with how genuine she both sounded and felt.

"I think that suits your new position much better," George grinned, "You won't be able to afford any more of those suits on your new salary."

"What do you mean?" she asked, bewildered.

"I've already told you," he laughed. "You really are a ditz, aren't you? You agreed to resign as CEO, in return, I'll be taking you on as my secretary."

That's not right... she thought to herself, but the horny fog once again clouded her thoughts.

"Thank you sir. I'm glad to still have a job, sir. You're so gracious, sir."

She was stunned. Why had she said that? It must still be part of the act. She would never really agree to this.

"Excellent. We'll draft up the contract later." He clapped his hands together. "Now, let's get you on your first task, a good little bimbo like you shouldn't find this too difficult."

"Sir?" This was her chance. The moment he gave her something to do, she could get away from him and get the footage from the cameras off of her home computer. She'd be able to ruin his life.

George waltzed over to her chair and sat down, taking time to ease himself into it. A flash of anger at his insolence was quickly washed over by more of the foggy pleasure.

"Crawl to me."

Her pussy surged with arousal as she got down on her hands and knees. This was perfect! She'd have him on camera performing sexual acts. The bastard was digging his own grave!

"Unzip my pants."

She eagerly fumbled for his zipper, her excitement building even further. She didn't really need to suck his cock, it was all part of the plan. Her drool was just another thing to entice him. That was all.

Suddenly, his erect member sprang free and the CEO's jaw dropped. She was mesmerised by the throbbing tool, now inches from her face. She didn't know how she was going to take the whole thing in her mouth.

"Suck."

"Yes sir."

It felt smooth and hard in her mouth, twitching slightly in arousal. It tasted incredible. There was just something so intensely satisfying about the slight salty taste of it. She flickered her tongue along his thick shaft, slowly savouring it and teasing herself before encassing him with her soft puffy lips, her mouth vigorously moving up and down. She couldn't take all of him in her mouth so she used her hand, making sure that no part of him was left unattended. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked and gulped. George took her hand away and rammed the entirety of his member into her mouth. She gagged on the sheer enormity of it, shocked and so very aroused. He rapidly removed himself and Victoria was left kneeling with spittle running down her face.

George wiped the spittle off her chin and gently put his finger into her mouth, she greedily

sucked his finger clean, surprising herself at how eagerly she anticipated his orders even without being told.

"Would you like that somewhere else, slut?" George teased.

"Yes sir! Please sir!" she enthused, her cunt burning with need. This was going to look soooo good to HR!

"Bend over the desk."

Victoria swiftly hastened to comply- eager to have the massive cock thrusting into her. She'd get a good fucking, clear her head and then she'd have the fucker right where she wanted him.

She felt his presence behind her and she quickly lifted the tight skirt the half-inch needed to reveal her soaking vagina. She made a pathetic whimper as the head of his prick nudged the opening.

"Is this where you wanted it?" he pushed just an inch into the tight hole, leaving the newly made bimbo mewling with lust.

"Mmmhmm," was all she could manage.

"What was that? No? Not there?"

She tried to protest against his teasing but instead found herself crying out with pain and arousal as his cock withdrew from her slit and slammed into her ass. Her virgin hole spasmed as he violently ravaged her backside.

The pain was almost unbearable, and she quickly found herself seeing stars. Six inches of flesh penetrating her core in rapid pulses sent arcs of agony searing across her nerves, bringing her to the edge of unconsciousness. Yet somehow, the pleasure of having him use her so wantonly, without a single care for her safety, left her mind-numbingly aroused. Her cunt was now dripping with juices, her moisture running down her legs and nearing the pristine office floor. She no longer cared about the state of her workplace, screaming in anguish and unbelievable excitement as he jackhammered her tight asshole.