Intern to Slut Pt. 02

Nicole returned to her desk near the entrance to the main office and tried to regain a professional state of mind. The fantasy that had grown in her 23 year old mind had been relieved by the actions of her boss, but what did he mean by, "This isn't over..." She had declared herself, "His slut," and still longed to find out exactly what his pants hid. She had felt the hardness of his cock against her ass as he brought her to orgasm with his fingers but still desired to be fucked, bent over his desk like some cliché slutty secretary.

The inside of her pants stuck slightly to the inside of her thighs thanks to her slowly drying wetness, she knew her panties were soaked, nearly transparent, and she tried to act normal as the first of her office mates started to come in for work as the day got on towards 8:00.

The day progressed normally with no hint of what had happened evidenced in any of Nicole's interactions with Mr. Smith. Of course, he wouldn't refer to her as slut in the open office setting and he also did not demand she refer to him more formally than "Brian" or "Mr. Smith."

For his part, Brian had a bit more trouble returning to work as usual. The way Nicole had responded to his plan had gotten him quite worked up. He could've taken her right there in his office that morning, bent her over his desk, and fucked her like the slut in the video Nicole had been caught watching, like the slut he now knew Nicole to be, however, he had more planned and left her desiring more. This did not lessen the pressure he felt in his own crotch. He could very easily simply close his office door and relieve himself while he thought of Nicole's actions that morning, but he wanted to save all he could for the next step in his plan. He busied himself with the work of the day with one quick visit to a NSFW website to order some supplies for later in the week, and eventually his desires subsided.

Throughout the work day Nicole and Mr. Smith interacted as they normally would. Brian was professionally friendly with her as with the rest of his staff, befitting the casual environment of the office. Though, in their interactions, Nicole did look for more, some sign of how their relationship was now changed, a sly smile, perhaps a touch, but there was nothing, only an occasional whiff of scent from her sex, belying how her desires still bubbled only slightly suppressed below the surface. These reminders only acted to further her fantasies and rewet her pussy.

Again she reddened with embarrassment as she thought, "can anybody else smell that? Surely not, it is just a slight hint from time to time." Nicole had been interacting with clients and colleagues all day and not one of them acted any differently to her than they had on the previous Friday.

The almost imperceptible change in Nicole did not go unnoticed by Brian, however. He knew what she was and what had happened, and what to look for. The slight longing when she spoke with him, how her gaze rested a beat too long on the crotch of his pants as he stood next to her desk explaining a work task, perhaps a small wetting of her lips with her tongue as the gaze lingered. Brian also knew the smell her pussy made as it soaked through her small cotton panties, and that smell was there throughout the day. Not as strong as in his office that morning but still there. Nicole was indeed, "his slut."

The regular office day was winding down with only a few staff members remaining on hand when it was time for Nicole to leave and catch her bus home. Typically she just left, but today she went to Mr. Smith's office to say good night. There were still people in the office so she didn't hope for a repeat of the morning but perhaps some instruction to be in early tomorrow, or wear a certain outfit to continue her newly discovered role as "a slut." She stepped just inside his office door and stammered, "Good night Mr. Smith...um...see you tomorrow?" There was something about returning to the office that had broken her concentration, and again, that smell from her damp pussy.

Barely glancing up from the work on his desk Brian responded, "Yes Nicole, have a fine evening."

She paused for just a moment hoping, waiting for more, but nothing was forth coming. She turned and walked out of Mr. Smith's office and off to catch her bus home. "He barely noticed me," Nicole thought, "did this morning even happen."

Brian had noticed. This was the first time she had stopped in his office before leaving for the day. Standing and waiting a second too long after, "...see you tomorrow?" Nicole was questioning, looking for direction in her new role. He preferred to let her wonder, and let her imagination get the better of her. He finally smiled slyly as he watched her walk away; enjoying how her dress pants framed her pert ass.

The next few days went normally. Brian continued to monitor Nicole who still gave subtle signs of her desire; as Nicole, herself, continued to wonder what, "This isn't over..." meant or if it had all been a dream.

Late Thursday morning a courier arrived with a package addressed to Mr. Smith. This wasn't unusual and Nicole signed for it as normal. She looked closely at the package as most things sent were addressed to Mr. Smith, as this was his firm, but needed to go to others on the staff depending on who was working on what project. Typically they received rolls of plans or specifications with a project address or something, but this was just a smaller box with no project or sending address. Nicole didn't think too much of it and walked into Mr. Smith's office to deliver it.

"Mr. Smith a package arrived for you." Nicole said walking into Brian's office.

"Ah...thank you Nicole." He said standing and reaching out from behind his desk to take the package from her. Nicole hesitated for just a second as she took in the sight of Mr. Smith's muscular but athletic body, before snapping back to and handing him the package before saying, "You're Welcome."

"You're welcome...what?" Brian demanded, the tone of his voice changing to that of authority as he towered over her short frame. The same tone he had used that previous Monday morning.

"You're welcome, sir." Nicole responded, he pussy clenching and chest heaving slightly as she remembered the events of that day and what she had declared to him.

"Very good, you can go now." Brian said,

It was more command than permission in that tone of voice, and Nicole turned around and left the office, her pussy now beginning to moisten with thoughts of becoming, once again, Mr. Smith's slut. First the courier had taken her off task and now this. Nicole was not going to be able to get back to concentrating on work for some time. It was almost noon anyway so she grabbed her purse and headed out to get lunch. She could at least sit outside in the breeze and nobody would detect the odor that would soon be emanating from her quickly dampening underwear.

When Nicole returned from lunch, she was refreshed and thought she could get back to work on the tasks she had been distracted from. As she got to her desk she saw there was a small piece of paper folded in half, lying on top of her computer keyboard. She opened it and read the note inside.

"Slut, be in early tomorrow. Wear a skirt." The note wasn't signed but she knew it was from Mr. Smith. Her mind raced and her sex flooded with moisture. Mr. Smith was taking control of her again, and Nicole's mind began to invent all manner of scenarios.

Again, after the brief change in tone to dominance before lunch, all Nicole's interactions returned to normal for the afternoon. Mr. Smith and some other staff had, thankfully, left for a meeting out of the office with some clients. This meant the office was mercifully quiet, as Nicole could no longer concentrate on any of the tasks she was working on. Her mind was filled with possibilities of what would happen tomorrow morning in Mr. Smith's office.

Shortly before it was time for Nicole to leave, Mr. Smith and the others returned from their meeting. Brian was sitting in his office wrapping up for the day when Nicole again appeared in his doorway.

"Good night...um...sir...see you tomorrow?" She haltingly said, why couldn't she spit out her words normally, she thought.

Brian pushed back from his desk slightly as he swiveled his chair to face her. He paused a moment to visibly take in her 5'-2" form. Nicole noticed as he looked her up and down and felt her face and chest warming with desire under his gaze. Brian again noticed how her form fitting but professional office attire highlighted her wide hips and narrower waist, spreading once again at her modestly sized breast. He also saw that today, or perhaps just this afternoon, Nicole had opened a second button at the top of her shirt and the blush spreading from her face to this area on her chest, once again making the faint freckles stand out.

Brian responded at last, "Yes, have a good evening and I'll see you tomorrow...slut." The final word hung in the air as Nicole's breath quickened, her chest heaving. She paused, frozen by his look, before quickly looking down to the floor and turning to leave.

"And Nicole," Brian said, once again catching her attention and a half turn back to face him, "I expect more confidence in how you address me tomorrow."

"Yes, sir." Nicole responded, before taking a quick look around the outer office to see if any of the few remaining other employees were within earshot of this final exchange, and quickly walking out the door of the main office.

Brian closed his laptop, and also left for the evening.

Nicole's breathing finally slowed and deepened again as she boarded the bus for her ride home. The wetness from pussy did not slow and she hoped she could make the whole ride home without evidence of her desire being exposed through her pants. Again her mind raced, "what was Mr. Smith going to do to his slut tomorrow morning," she thought. "A skirt? What else should she wear? Should she shave her pussy?" Lost in her thoughts she almost missed her stop, jumping off the bus just as the doors closed behind her.

Once home she was at least safe from public embarrassment. Still there was some shame in how quickly she had taken on this new role from her boss, to be his slut. She had eaten a quick dinner and now sat comfortably on the couch in sweat pants and a t-shirt absentmindedly flipping through the T.V. channels. Again thoughts of being a slut for her boss came to mind and she briefly pushed her hand into the front of her pants and underwear to stimulate her clit and soaking pussy. "No." she thought, pulling her hand back, "A good slut would save it until told." She got up from the couch and went to her bedroom to begin to decide how to prepare for the next morning.

She picked out a simple skirt with a bit of an asymmetric cut that ended just above her knee, sexy but still professional. It was going to be somewhat warm the next day so she paired the skirt with a low cut dressier tank top. It was a top she had purchased to wear for this new internship, again, a professional look, but had thus far thought it too provocative for a workplace she was still getting acclimatized to. She didn't have that worry tomorrow, she thought.

She drew a hot bath with oils that she knew would soften and smooth her skin and washed and conditioned her, just past shoulder length, wavy strawberry blonde hair. She had previously decided that she liked the way her pussy looked with the tufted matching red pubic hair on her white pale skin and did not shave that, though she made sure to trim it nicely and focused on making sure her legs and the area right around her entrance and lips were completely smooth.

After her bath, Nicole read in bed for a bit before drifting off to sleep. She had set her alarm early and woke up with plenty of time to dress and prepare. Selecting a lacier thong this morning to avoid panty lines in her skirt, she thought about a bra but decided against it, the top she had selected was made to work without one and would provide its own support to her perky proportionally sized breasts. Heading out the door, Nicole thought it warm enough that she decided to leave her light cardigan sweater behind. She made the bus stop with plenty of time to catch the early bus into work, and arrive at the same time she had on that previous fateful Monday morning.

Nicole put her headphones in to listen to some music on her ride and avoid any unwanted conversations with other passengers. The latter was somewhat unnecessary as the bus was sparsely occupied this early in the morning, but hopefully the music would distract her from the thoughts that again started to come to mind. "Why the skirt?" she thought. It was the only real direction she had been given. This lead to the inevitable conclusion, "Mr. Smith had seen the video, he knows the cliché fantasy I was having. He's going to bend me over his desk pull up my skirt and have his way with me." Once again the inevitable reaction occurred within Nicole's body, she could feel her underwear wetting, and her face and chest flushing slightly. "Oh no!!" she suddenly thought, as her nipples hardened and began to show through her low cut top, "I should've worn the bra, or at least, not left my sweater behind." She gave a few furtive looks around the bus to the other passengers as she now, also, could start to smell the slight hint of her heat emanating up from the unprotected bottom opening of her skirt. Luckily she was far enough from other passengers and she slouched just a bit to try and avoid any attention.

The bus got to her stop and Nicole walked the short distance to the office, again glad it was early so others walking the sidewalk would not notice her arousal. Arriving once again before 6:45 she set about her usual office tasks; logging on to her computer and starting a pot of coffee in the breakroom. At least these mundane actions took her mind off Mr. Smith's pending arrival.

Brian, once again, pulled into the parking garage and made his way up the elevator to the rear entrance of his firm's office. Noticing that the coffee pot was already brewing in the breakroom he realized the Nicole must already be in; and this was not to be a normal morning.

Brian headed towards his office via the same route he had taken the previous Monday morning. He again approached the young intern's cubicle from behind, though today there was no sound from an improper video and Nicole sat straight in her chair, tentatively working on a mundane task. Brian took in the sight of her wavy reddish hair as it cascaded down between her exposed pale shoulder blades, and the softness in her shoulders and arms exposed out from under the straps of her top, faint freckles appearing against her white skin.

"Good morning, Nicole." Brian said continuing past her desk, "My office, five minutes." He added in an authoritative voice.

"Good morning, Mr. Smi-...I mean...Yes, sir." Nicole called after him, remembering mid-statement their conversation of the previous evening. Brian paused for just a second before she corrected herself then continued on to his office. "Oh shit," Nicole thought, "this is really happening."

In his office, Brian set up his laptop and prepared for the day as he normally would, though waiting for the young intern to obey his command to his office. At the requisite time Nicole rapped on his office door jamb and said, "You wanted to see me, sir."

"Yes, Nicole, come in." Brian responded, "Stand where you did this past Monday morning."

Nicole stepped in and walked to the point she had previously occupied, just a foot or two in front of Mr. Smith's desk.

Brian pushed back from his desk and rotated in his chair to face Nicole. Nicole demurred again dropping her gaze slowly down his chest before looking at the floor near her feet.

"What do you think is going to happen here, Nicole?" Brian asked.

"Well, I...er...I'm not sure...sir." Nicole stuttered out, using her name instead of "slut" and this change from authority momentarily stunning her.

"Do you think I'm going to force you down over my desk, push up your skirt as I undo my pants, pull down your underwear and have my way with you? Like the slutty secretary in that video you were watching?" Brian asked with more authority in his voice, his own arousal growing to think of doing that. Nicole visibly reacted, her breath shortening, and her face and chest growing blusher. She felt the wetness grow in her panties once again.

The change in tone again caught Nicole, and she stammered back into her role, "Um...I don't know, sir, maybe?"

"Is that why you're here this morning, slut. Is that what you are hoping will happen?"

"That word again," she thought. Her mind was again unsure but her body craving exactly what he had described. She had only felt his cock on her thong clad ass through his pants, but, yes, that is what she wanted. She couldn't fully vocalize it though. "I don't know, sir, maybe?" She repeated.

"You don't seem to know much. At least you were more confident in, THAT, this time. Are you a slut, Nicole?" Brian demanded.

"Yes, sir," She responded.

"Yes, sir, what?"

"Yes, sir, I am a slut."

"Good, and who's slut are you?" Brian further pressed.

"I am your slut sir." Again this exchange, similar to the one on Monday morning had Nicole fully aroused. She could start to smell the desire wafting up from under her skirt, and her nipples again stood fully erect and visible through her shirt. She started to ache for his touch again, to be made to cum like he had on Monday, in a way that no other had made her before.

Brian noticed her need, the visible signs as well as the slight scent that had reached his nose. His cock further grew in his pants. It was time to move forward. "Take off your clothes, down to your underwear," he commanded.

"Yes, sir," Nicole responded. Though she knew there were no others in the office this early; she felt exposed with Mr. Smith's inner office door open. Before complying with his order she turned to walk over and shut the door.

As she did Brian growled, "What are you doing!?"

She froze, "I...I...was going to shut the door."

"Did I tell you to do that?"

"No, sir."

"Nicole," he said, his voice softening slightly, "I take no pleasure in having a need to punish you, so you need to follow my instructions, AS I GIVE THEM," the statement ending with authority.

"Yes, sir." She replied.

"Okay. Now, be a good little slut, come back to where you were and strip down to your underwear like I told you."

"Yes, sir," Nicole said, as she stepped back to her position in front of Mr. Smith's desk. Slowly she undid the zipper at the side of her skirt, sliding it down over her hips and ass with a slight shimmy to ensure her panties did not follow. Brian watched with growing desire as she stepped out of the skirt, laid it aside standing upright again. He took in her pale white, soft calves and thighs as his eyes returned to her crotch. Nicole, suddenly aware of his gaze and her exposure paused, her hands hovering in front of panties, again unsure.

"Don't cover yourself slut. I want to see all of you. Besides, I like that color, it brings out your eyes." Brian commented noting the green satin and lace thong Nicole had selected this morning.

"Yes, sir," Nicole complied moving her hands to her side.

Brian fully took in the exposure of her lower body, his erection still growing, and noted the slight wetness beginning to appear on the crotch of Nicole's thong, "Perhaps that color will also add some modesty if those panties get as wet as the pair you wore on Monday."

Nicole blushed, embarrassed to think how her lust was already exposed, but her pussy further dampened and breathing further shortened thinking back to her condition that morning, "Yes, sir."