Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 02 Pt. 01

Sure, there'd been some hiccups in behavior, where she let her true nature take precedence over her better judgment. Like the time she screamed at one of the other women in her office for screwing up a major deal that Stacy had handed to her on a silver platter. Or that time she got caught fooling around with one of the guys in the office. In fairness, Stacy was totally correct, as the woman she'd screamed at had fucked up big time, and the guy she'd messed around with was really fucking hot. But nonetheless, these were acts worthy of disciplinary action. But she'd controlled her image and perception enough that her bosses only gave her a slap on the wrist, convincing them such things wouldn't happen again, turning on the charm enough so that these moments wouldn't even be recorded into permanent record. She brought in so much money, and she was so well-regarded among the leadership, and she was so fucking sexy... no one wanted to be the one to get in the way of her meteoric rise. They weren't about to let a few petty squabbles slow down all the money she was bringing in.

So, when the time came, and a big promotion was on the table, it was no surprise that she was the one put in charge of an entire department. It was a highly coveted spot, and there were many other people who were far more experienced eyeing that spot. But even someone as highly regarded as Stacy wasn't gonna get the job initially. It was then that she cashed in on all the good will she'd accrued. All the times she'd suppressed her true nature, her true feelings, swallowing her pride to get ahead... this was the point to pay that all off. And she did that by fucking the living hell out of the guy interviewing her for the job. Looks-wise, he was nothing to speak of, but he was on the board of the company, so getting his approval was all that she needed to do to get the job. And it worked out wildly. To the consternation to many in the office, she was put in charge. The women in the office dreaded this choice, sensing Stacy's true nature in a way the men couldn't. And now that she was in charge, she was free to let loose.

And that she did.

There was no more pretending. No more facades. No more playing the game. She'd made management at a major financial company. Not only was her foot in the door, her whole hot body was. Her future was set. As long as she kept making money for them, there was little she could do to jeopardize her future with them. She could get away with anything. Now, she could cut loose. Now, she could be the real her.

There was a marked shift in tone in the office as soon as she took charge. While this line of work didn't exactly lend itself to fun, carefree workspaces, it was as if she was on a mission to turn her office into the hyper-competitive, anything-goes type of place you see in the movies. Within a month, there was massive turnover, with some people either not wanting to be in an office run by someone like Stacy, or not able to handle her aggressive leadership. The ones who were left were either willing to work at the level Stacy demanded, or at the very least willing to keep their head down and try to keep up.

Additionally, she had no reason to be nice anymore, so she dropped the act. She was an absolute hard-ass to her employees, demanding the best, berating them when they didn't, and riding her employees hard.

Sometimes, literally.

She wouldn't be a good boss if she didn't know how to motivate people. For the women in her office, doing good work mostly spared them from her rude, bitchy comments about them, but not always. With no one to hold her back, Stacy could be truly nasty towards the office, and she was the type who knew exactly how to hit another woman where it hurt. Some couldn't handle it, quitting on the spot or running away in tears. But the specter of her vicious attitude was enough to motivate many of them to get the job done. But for the men, she wasn't shy about using her sexuality as motivation. Upon getting the job, Stacy's business skirts got shorter and tighter, leaving nothing to the imagination in regards to her immaculate rear-end. And she wasn't shy about showing skin, and now that she was in charge, there was nothing holding her back from showing a healthy amount of cleavage every single day. While it was technically a violation of the company dress-code, no one complained. And if they did, the higher-ups were just as likely to be caught staring as her employees were. And yeah, most of her male employees were staring at the crevasse between her big breasts whenever they had the chance. This, combined with a little bit of flirtation, motivated the men beneath her to want to impress her more than anything. Stacy didn't directly imply that sex was on the table if they did a good job, but she certainly didn't dispel that notion.

And she was certainly willing to follow through for the right guy.

One of her male employees was able to land a multi-million-dollar account, the type that Stacy herself made her reputation on. This deal made Stacy and her office look really good to her bosses, and as a reward, she rode the employee's nice, big dick in her office, leaving him with a dumb, happy grin on his face. Of course, within a week, she was back to yelling at him for not keeping up the good work, but he was now extra-motivated to try.

And with the full backing of the company, she now had free reign to conduct her own negotiations her way. Meaning, she seduced and fucked multiple big-name clients in order to land them as accounts of her own. One of her female employees heard her in action in her office and reported her, hoping to get Stacy in trouble. But looking at the account Stacy landed, her bosses were willing to look past it, writing it all off as a misunderstanding. Of course, Stacy rode the bitch who reported her until she left the company and even beyond, going after her viciously, sending a message to anyone else in the office that wanted to come at her to not even try. Stacy wasn't going anywhere.

Her employees were now properly under her heel. Afraid of her in the way they should be. Craving her approval like good employees should. Men who lusted after her to the point where they worked twice as hard to earn her affection. Women so terrified of her mean streak that they busted their asses for her, succeeding in making her one of the prized stars in the entire company. Her office was among the most profitable in the company, so at this point, she was pretty much untouchable. And with everything she'd done to get her employees in line, they fully knew that, too. And that meant she could get away with whatever she wanted.

She planned to take advantage of that fact very shortly.

Her employees kept their head down as she passed, hoping to not catch her attention, which was a shame because she looked damn good this morning. Obscenely expensive, stylish black high heels on her feet. Her taut, lithe legs, clad with mesh black stockings. Then, going only halfway down her thighs, a thin, very tight black skirt, clinging to her, showcasing her full, round, shapely ass. She knew how to sashay in just the right manner to give the people who had enough nerve to look at her something to focus on. But of course, with a woman like her, there were many things you could look upon and admire if you had what it took to take the risk.

Her upper half was clad in a matching black suit coat, stylish and flattering to her slim figure. Beneath the open suitcoat was an ivory-colored button-up top, done up only about two thirds of the way, showcasing a slightly unprofessional amount of juicy, mouthwatering cleavage. But she was management now. She could get away with breaking a few rules. If she wanted to showcase the golden, smooth valley between her massive, round double-E breasts in a business setting, she had every right to do so.

Even after a night of heavy drinking, she didn't look worse for wear. She always looked fantastic. Her silky black hair cascaded in waves down between her shoulder blades. Her hazel, almond-shaped eyes were always fiery and piercing, a fact which always aided her in breaking down her opponents in negotiations. Her eyebrows were always perfectly maintained and immaculate looking, a fact even her rivals could admit. Her luscious lips were smooth and plump, formed in a natural sneer that could intimidate a rival as easily as it could stiffen a man's cock. And on the rare occasions her lips would upturn into a sexy smirk... it was enough to make any man melt. Her makeup was always immaculately done, accentuating her intense good looks without overdoing it. Combining all this with her smooth, tanned complexion, she was an absolutely gorgeous woman, a step above damn near all of the women she came across. It's no wonder most of them hated her.

Her domineering, aggressive, hard-ass personality served her well in her work. But when someone did enough to cool her personality, to earn a smile and a bit of playfulness and teasing, they only craved more. They yearned earning that from her again. However, these moments were few and far between as she maintained her imposing image at most times. She cut a wide swath through sheer force-of-will, intimidating most around her. Even the higher-ups tensed up around her. Which is funny, considering both that she was still pretty young at 29, and how diminutive she was. She was 5'2", and very slim, a fact which made her round ass and huge breasts look even more pronounced. The point was, compared to her peers, she was far more petite. But she had such an aura about her that, combined with the way she carried herself, that just made people tense up being around her.

As with most days, she didn't cast a spare glance at her underlings as they did their best to keep their heads down, marching towards her office without a second thought. But today, she had a mission, so she made a stop on the way to her office, pushing open the door to her second-in-command's office.

"Hey," she said simply to the woman seated at her desk, getting her attention, beckoning her to follow with two fingers.

"Yeah," the seated woman said without fight, moving to stand quickly, knowing that it must be something good to be summoned like this first thing. She followed Stacy as she walked past her secretary and into her office. The second-in-command closed the door behind her, watching as Stacy set her things down and sat behind her large oak desk. She sat down in front of the desk as Stacy settled in.

Stacy looked across the desk at Kendall, probably the only woman in the office she'd consider a friend, as much as a woman like her could, and even then, it was somewhat tenuous given how things began between them. She was as close to her as she was anyone in the office, but it didn't start that way. While she got along better with Kendall than most from the start, Stacy started out lower on the totem pole than the other woman. Kendall was a couple years older than her, and she'd come from a similar background. Rich dad, highly educated, whip-smart, beautiful. The difference was that Kendall was a bit nicer than Stacy, not to say she was a peach herself, as she had a similar darker edge to her personality that Stacy did. But she kept a better reputation with her peers than her boss did, as people genuinely liked her. And she was a great worker, very studious and aboveboard and effective at what she was doing. But she'd made one grave mistake that Stacy hadn't.

She took her shot and missed.

Kendall was a gorgeous woman. Long, dark brunette hair cascading down to her mid-back. Striking, playful eyes. Full, pouty lips. Stunning features. On top of that, she had long legs, a trim waist, a full meaty ass, and great breasts. She had it all. In a world where Stacy was a 20/10, Kendall was probably an 18/10. She was a world class stunner, and combined with her intelligence and work ethic, any man would be lucky to have her. But she only had eyes for one man.

Jake Lawrence.

He was on the board of their bosses, but among them, he was the youngest, maybe in his late 40's. He was tall and fit, and he had a winning personality. Something about him was just magnetic, and on top of that, he was really good at his job while still maintaining a sterling reputation, which was a difficult thing to do in their line of work. He was a family man, married to the same woman since high school, with two daughters just going into college. He was in great shape, as he ran marathons, and played tennis, active as much as he could be. And he kept up his good looks, with a warm smile, masculine features, and salt-and-pepper hair. Even in middle-age, he found a way to stand out.

Kendall wanted him.

While Stacy saw the appeal, and would no doubt fuck the living hell out of him given the opportunity, Kendall was over-the-moon about him. He was 100 percent her type, and she wanted nothing more than to call that older man "Daddy" for the rest of her life. Eventually, at a corporate event, after a few drinks, she made her move, flirting with him, making it clear she wanted to have sex with him, and that she'd be willing to do it right then and there. She was an absolutely gorgeous young woman, with an insane body. Any man would kill for a woman like her.

Except Jake.

He turned her away, doing so in such a way as to both let her down gently while making it clear not to even dream that there was a chance it would happen, the tone of his dismissal firm and disappointed. Obviously, Kendall was heartbroken and embarrassed, but with the manner she was turned down, she at least hoped her move wouldn't follow her.

But it did.

Within a month, it was announced that Jake was transferring to a different location to run things there. The current boss of their office was rising up to take his spot on the board, and his spot was to be replaced. While Kendall was probably the most qualified for the spot, and had the backing of most of her peers, it became clear that Jake had said something to the effect of not recommending Kendall for the spot. It was obvious that they weren't interested in giving her the position, and instead, Stacy, the rising star, someone far more callous and vicious in so many ways, got the job instead.

Kendall was clearly not happy about this outcome. And while her relationship with Stacy had become frosty as they were both competing to occupy the same role within the office, things changed after Stacy rose above her and took the job. Kendall could have become upset and resentful towards Stacy, but she was too shrewd for that. She swallowed her pride, played the corporate game, and bent the knee, choosing to be on Stacy's side rather than in opposition. Stacy appreciated the gesture, and in kind made Kendall her number two.

With so much in common, they became fast friends. Kendall was the one woman Stacy confided in. Unlike most, Stacy felt confident enough to open up to Kendall, as they were so similar in so many ways that she could be considered a true peer. And Stacy quickly surmised that Kendall's olive branch of friendship was quite genuine, as she opened up to her in response, letting her know her suspicions as to why she didn't get the job, convincing Stacy that she could be trusted by sharing something so intimate. And in doing so, this revealed that they were cut from the same cloth, with Stacy revealing her masterstroke in getting the job by seducing the interviewer until the job was hers.

Now, they were thick as thieves. Before, they kept a healthy distance from each other, recognizing each other as threats with both choosing to avoid mutually assured destruction. Now, they were best of friends. While both still acknowledged the potential danger the other could represent, and both kept in mind that if it came down to it they could still go to war at any time, each realized they had too much in common to resist their inevitable friendship, cementing over any dislike they had for the other. Like the cool new girl at school, Kendall glommed onto her, sensing that getting on her good side was the right way forwards.

Kendall's demeanor markedly changed once she became friends with Stacy. Before, Kendall was a bit haughty, but her heart was in the right place, and she generally got along with everyone in the office. Sure, she thought highly of herself, but she was generally easy to be around while flashing moments of a darker edge. Once she attached herself to Stacy, she suddenly got infected with the boss lady's mean girl tendencies. Now, she was suddenly making nasty comments about her peers, tearing them down for no other reason other than to keep herself in the in crowd with Stacy. When faced with the choice of standing up for her colleagues or standing up to a bully, she opted to join in with the bully. She lost a lot of support among her officemates, although she was rejuvenating her rise in the corporate hierarchy by hopping on with this rising star, getting her foot back in the door with corporate.

She followed Stacy's lead in other ways as well. Much like Stacy, she started dressing in a far sexier manner in the office. She'd always been told to play down her sexuality at work in order to maintain a level of professionalism. Yet Stacy had shown her that aggressively using one's sexuality could be the difference in rising up the corporate ladder. When Kendall made her move on Jake, she was tentative. She didn't attack with confidence. She had tried leaving herself plausible deniability. But Jake had sniffed her out immediately and put up his defenses. Perhaps such defenses could only be demolished by an aggressive, targeted attack. Not the sharp knife, but the blunt hammer. In the moment of truth, Stacy had picked her spot and made a move so aggressive that it couldn't be turned away. Perhaps it was time for Kendall to learn that lesson and follow suit. To make it known what a hot, sexual creature she was, to meter it out while keeping it under wraps, getting people on the hook like Stacy did. And when the time was right, toss away the tease and make her move so aggressively that when she did, it'd be impossible to say no.

Now, Kendall was showing more skin. Wearing shorter skirts, tighter tops, highlighting her hot body. Anyone could look at her at work and see her long, taut legs. Or her round, shapely ass, pressing out against her tight leather skirts. Her gorgeous face, perfectly made up, showcasing her piercing eyes, her plump full lips, and her intense beauty.

And after getting her new job, and the raise that came along with it, she opted to first invest in herself. After a night of drinking with Stacy, a drunken joke became the major talking point of the evening, and in the light of day, the idea was too tempting to ignore. And with Stacy sweetening the deal by conjuring up a 'signing bonus' for taking this new job, Kendall flew down to Florida, and came back with an immaculate set of massive fake tits.

She was no slouch before, having an excellent set of D-cups. But while Stacy was petite, meaning her comparably sized double-E's looked absolutely massive on her, Kendall was on the taller side, meaning her big breasts didn't quite stand out on her frame as much as they could. But now, that wasn't a problem, as her freshly enhanced double-F cups looked gigantic on her tall, slim frame, exploding out of whatever top she wore. And the best part was that unless you knew her before, you wouldn't be able to tell her breasts were fake. They looked just like the real thing. Massive, sure, but they looked all-natural, and they fit her impressive frame perfectly.

Now, she joined her new best friend in showcasing their breasts around the office, wearing low-cut tops and bras that really shoved her tits out there. It was their way of separating themselves from the other women in the office. To show everyone how easily they could get the men under their spell, and showing that their endowments were so much bigger and better than every other woman there. Some people complained, for sure, but the higher-ups were on Stacy's side, and by extension, Kendall, so they never got in trouble. They could get away with anything. Which is why it wasn't a huge deal for them to spend hours in Stacy's office, gossiping and chatting without a care in the world. As long as the money kept rolling in, no one minded.