Finding Good Help

Catherine shook her head slowly. "No, that's not going to happen. You want a job here? Fine. You're hired. And your training starts now."

My heart started racing. Did I somehow subliminally manage to achieve my goal after all?

"Then I can get dressed now," I said. "Right?"

"No," said Catherine. "You can't. Lay across my lap. Right now."

My eyes widened. "I will not!" I said...but my body was already obeying her order. Within seconds, my naked body was laying across Catherine's lap.

Catherine placed one hand between my shoulder blades and the other on my bare ass. "I suspect this is long overdue," she said.

Catherine then proceeded to spank me silly.

She slapped my rounded ass repeatedly with her bare hand. I squirmed as my cheeks reddened under her bare palm. Then I wriggled as my ass began to burn. Then I squealed as every slap on my bottom became flaming napalm across my red cheeks.

"Shush," said Catherine. "Take your punishment like a good girl."

I wriggled and writhed, but her hand found its way to my bottom unerringly each time. I was crying like a baby, but Catherine continued to spank my ass without mercy.

"Please stop, Catherine!" I said, my cheeks wet with tears. "I'll be good! I promise! Please!"

Catherine ignored my pleas and continued to swat my ass without pause. Finally, however, she gave me a final slap on my tender bottom and pushed me off her lap.

I tumbled to the ground, then scrambled to my feet. I made my way to the other side of her desk, hands on my burning bottom.

"Now, Mandy," said Catherine, "go get me a cup of coffee. Get some for Liz while you're at it."

"Black, two sugars," said Liz.

I nodded miserably, then glanced around for my clothes.

"Mandy," said Catherine, "don't keep me waiting."

"What?!" I said. "I'm not walking through your office naked!"

Catherine sighed, then said, "Mandy...go get me a cup of coffee [i]now[/i]."

My eyes widened as I felt her order merge into my mind.

"No!" I said, trying to snatch at my clothing, but it was too late. I was already turning for the door.

The crossed one arm across my breast and the other between my legs, but it didn't help. The naked walk through Catherine's office was the most embarrassing moment of my life. Every employee looked up from their desks as I passed. Murmurs of conversation followed me. Commenting on my obviously reddened ass, no doubt.

And then the worst-case scenario occurred. I couldn't find the coffee machine.

I sighed and walked to the closest desk. The woman glanced up from her work and looked at me expectantly.

"Yes?" she said.

Cheeks burning, I said, "Where's the coffee machine?"

"It's in the employee break room," she said, pointing. "Just go through that door over there."

"Thank you," I said, being polite just in case she had mind powers too. Nothing in this crazy office would surprise me at this point.

I walked through the door and found the oversized coffee machine. I filled two large styrofoam cups with coffee and put two packets of sugar in one. I took the creamer and several packets of sugar for the other, since I had no idea how Catherine liked her coffee.

Then I realized I was going to have to use both hands to carry the coffees and the creamer and sugar. I wasn't going to be able to cover myself on the way back to Catherine's office.

I considered flight momentarily, but realized I couldn't. I knew instinctively I wouldn't be able to move toward the front door until I had delivered Catherine's coffee. I clenched my teeth, picked up the coffees and supplies the best I could and exited the break room.

I could feel every eye on me as I made my way back to Catherine's office. The trip back to her office felt even longer than the initial trip to the break room.

I entered the office and set everything down on Catherine's desk. I handed the first coffee to Liz.

"Here," I said. "Black, two sugars."

Liz sipped her coffee, then nodded.

I turned back to the desk and picked up the creamer and sugars. Then I looked at Catherine.

Catherine was looking over a report. She glanced at me briefly and said, "Lots of cream, one sugar." Then she went back to her report.

I fixed the coffee, then set it in front of her.

Nothing was said for a minute. Then Robert, who I hadn't realized was missing until then, re-entered the office. He had a folder in his hand.

"Here you go," he said, handing me the folder.

"Huh?" I said.

Catherine dropped the report on her desk. "It's your employment paperwork," she said. "Welcome aboard."

"What?!" I said. "But I don't want to-"

"You came in here demanding a job," said Catherine. "Remember? Well, you're hired."

"But I don't want to-"

"And your first order of business," continued Catherine, as if I hadn't been speaking, "is to get on your knees- again- and lick your boss's pussy. And you better be good."

I took a step back, shaking my head. "Nuh uh," I said. "No way. You got the wrong girl. Just send me home now, okay? Send me home naked, if that's what you need to do, but I don't lick pussy. Not happening."

Catherine leaned back in her chair. "Real-life lesson coming up, Mandy," she said. "In this office, you don't get to pick and choose what jobs you're going to do. You do what you're told to do."

"Then fire me," I said.

Catherine laughed. "Not happening, sweetie," she said. "And since I have to tell you twice to lick me, I think I [i]am[/i] going to send you home naked. But regardless...Mandy, [i]lick my pussy[/i]."

"No!" I said, clenching my teeth as I threw everything I had into resisting her order. "I won't do it! I don't swing that way! I won't won't won't do it!"

She was too deep inside my mind, however. My power, my mental agility, my brute mental strength couldn't stop her. She had drilled through my inexperience and overconfidence to capture me. She was deeper inside my mind than I was. Catherine was now The Boss.

So despite my screaming, trying to plant my feet and complete resistance, my bare feet started moving me toward Catherine...and her pussy.

My bare knees pressed into the carpet as I dropped to the floor between Catherine's legs. My hands slid the hem of her skirt up her thighs until I could see her black panties. My hands slid her panties down her thighs and past her ankles. And then my hands pressed her thighs apart as my mouth moved toward her pussy.

"No!" I said. "Stop it! I don't lick pussy! I don't do women! I don't-" And then my protests were muffled as my tongue slid into Catherine's pussy.

I had never done this before and how no idea how to go about it. My eyes were wide as I licked and sucked at her in near panic.

Catherine laughed. "It will go a lot easier," she said, "if you focus less on trying to resist the instruction- which you can't do- and focus more on trying to actually please me, which you can do. Just think about what you like having done to you and do that."

Grrrrrrrrr. I took a breath and forced myself to relax...at least, relax as much as I could with my face pressed between another woman's legs. Then I pressed my mouth against her sex and used my tongue to search for her clit.

It took a little while, but finally her hips bucked slightly as I hit a hotspot. Encouraged, I probed more until I was sure I had located the right area. Then I went to work on her pussy.

I licked and sucked at that hotspot using every trick I could think of. Catherine's response was only lukewarm initially, but then she became more and more responsive. Her hands reached down to hold my head in place and she started grinding herself against my face. Her fingers clutched my head then and her hips bucked as she started orgasming against my face.

"Mmmmmpppphhhh!" I said, as she writhed her wet pussy against my face. "Mmmmmppppphhhhh!"

She didn't stop, however. That initial orgasm started a series of hot climaxes that went on for several minutes. I was licking like crazy, but it appeared that Catherine couldn't be satisfied.

Finally, however, she gave one more shudder and then pushed my head away.

"Adequate," she said. "Just barely. You'll get better, though."

Grrrrrrrrrrr.

She looked down at me. I was still on my knees, sitting on my heels. My face- my cheeks and chin still wet with her juices- was pussy-high to her.

"Stand up," she said.

I got to my feet and stood in front of her.

Catherine took a felt-tip pen from her desk drawer. She drew an arrow on my lower belly pointing down at my thatch of pussy hair.

"Number one," she said. "Shave this completely. When you've been here long enough, you can have some big-girl hair down there. Until then, keep this completely smooth."

I clenched my teeth, but I could feel her order seeping into my head. I already knew I'd be shaving myself as soon as I got home.

Then she took the felt-tip and drew a dotted line on my thigh about an inch lower than my pussy and she drew a matching dotted line on my other thigh. Then she turned me around and drew what felt like a dotted line on the back of my thighs right at the spot where they met my rounded butt cheeks. Then she turned me back around to face her.

"Number two," said Catherine, "is your dress code. Skirts only...no slacks. Your hems should go no lower than those lines I just marked you with. If I catch you in a skirt longer than that, I will strip you and send you home to change. No panties for your first two weeks. We'll see how you do and decide then if you get the privilege of underwear after that."

She reached out and circled my belly button with the felt tip.

"Your belly button should always be visible. There should be at least four inches of navel visible between your skirt and top. Your fingernails and toenails will be painted in bright colors at all times and your lipstick shall match your nails. Your shoes will be high heels and they will be worn every day, except for the days we decide to leave you barefoot."

My jaw tightened as I felt her orders sink into my head. I did manage to refrain from telling Catherine exactly what I thought of her dress code.

Catherine continued. "You do not cut your hair and you will check with me before you have it styled. Your tops will be tight and you will have cleavage on display at all times. And speaking of cleavage..."

She reached out and drew a large letter D between my breasts. Then she circled it, the sides of the circle going over the inner sides of my boobs.

"You have an appointment this afternoon with a cosmetic surgeon we have on retainer here. You'll be receiving breast implants that will increase your breasts from those B-cups you have to D-cups. He's got a special method he uses involving bio-collagen created at the University of Chrystal Heights. Painless, so you won't have to miss a single minute of work. Apparently there's an embarrassing side-effect, though...extreme sensitivity in whatever area the bio-collagen is injected. So you're going to have to put up with perpetually hard nipples for a while."

I couldn't keep quiet any longer. "What?!" I said. "You're making me get bimbo boobs?! What the hell does my rack have to do with my work?!"

"Nothing," said Catherine, sounding bemused. "Do you really think you can do me any good right now? You don't know anything at all and you have serious attitude issues. Right now, the only thing you're good for is office eye-candy, and that's exactly what you're going to be. That...and pussy licking. You're going to be getting a free education while you're here...more than free, actually, since you're going to be getting a paycheck."

"But...my tits...!"

"...are going to be big and bouncy," said Catherine, "and very visible. Lots of cleavage. That's part of your dress code. And remember, for you, bras and tops are a privilege. If I think you're skimping on the visible cleavage, you'll be spending the day topless."

I exhaled, then stamped my foot in frustration.

Catherine continued. "Liz is your supervisor. You'll do anything and everything she tells you to do or you'll find yourself getting another spanking. Also, you answer to 'Mandy' now," she said. "If I hear you correct anyone or introduce yourself as Amanda, the only thing you'll be able to say to anyone for the rest of the day will be, "Can Mandy get on her knees and please you?"

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

"Now, the only thing left is to determine your title," said Catherine, sitting back in her chair. "Right now, I'm planning on making your title 'intern'. If your attitude isn't significantly improved by the time you arrive at work tomorrow at 8am, your title will be changed to 'pussy licker'. And I'll have that put on your business cards."

I rolled my eyes, but kept my comments to myself.

Catherine looked me over. "You know, this could work for you," she said. "Eventually, anyway. By this time next year, there's a good chance Liz is going to have her own department. I'm going to need a good assistant then. Despite your bratty attitude and overbearing, unearned arrogance, you have true potential. You have skills and ability. You just [i]might[/i] be what I need then. Play your cards right and you just may turn this into more than just a lesson about playing in the big leagues before you're ready."

There was possibly something there. Possibly. I glared at her again, just for good measure, then took a deep breath and nodded my understanding.

"Good," she said. "Now go get your new rack. I'll see you at 8am tomorrow. And don't be late or you'll be going back to the doctor for new lips and a new ass tomorrow afternoon."

Grrrrrrrrrrrr. I turned to Liz so I could get my clothes.

"One more thing," said Catherine.

My heartbeat spiked.

"Get a cup of coffee for Sarah the receptionist and give it to her on the way out," she said. "You can apologize to her then for your nasty behavior when you got here this morning."

"Apologize?" I said. "To a receptionist?"

"Yes," said Catherine, "to a receptionist. Assuming, of course, you'd like to leave the building dressed."

I looked at my clothes, then back to Catherine. I bit my lower lip, then sighed and said, "How does Sarah like her coffee?"

THE END.