The Boss's Slut Ch. 01

She saw the worry and disappointment growing across my face and posture. "What are you thinking?"

I looked at her, "A small state country girl lost in the big world ..." I sighed, "I've been fighting strong, controlling men my whole life. I don't know that I can handle someone like Mr. Woodburn."

She laughed and leaned back in her chair. "Believe me when I say this, he probably knows you better than you know yourself. He doesn't make mistakes about people that will matter if he puts them in orbit around him. There is no question about it, Tina. He is a large mass that holds everything else within his gravitational effect. But, for those he deliberately places closely in orbit around him, that strength and control are different." I looked at her quizzically. The very idea was foreign to me. "The controlling men you are fighting are those that stifle your life and intend to bend you to their will, to shape you into something they imagine." I nodded. "What they see in you is compliance and they want to take advantage of it." Yeah, my mother. "What he sees is potential. He uses his strength and controlling nature not to stifle, but to bring the full potential of you out. I can speak from experience with him. People think that to grow and thrive they need complete freedom and release from reins held by others. He will hold the reins, but loosely in his hands like a skilled rider on a horse needing training. He'll allow freedom but is always ready to make corrections with the reins. Sometimes, more reinforcement might be required with repetition and training on specific elements that lead to understanding. The end result, though, is a release of full potential."

I was shaking my head, again. "But why? There must be a couple dozen other accounts people out there who have exhibited more political ability to play the game."

She laughed. "Very true and he knows it. But that is just the thing, he doesn't want people next to him who play games and act specifically for political gain. He wants to completely depend on and trust those closest to him. I know. He pulled me out of the secretarial pool."

"So, you're saying what he started talking to me about is something very real and he has already decided he wants me for it?"

"He doesn't do anything without being sure." She could see me carefully considering all that. "But ...", which got my attention, "there is always a price. He is very supportive and will reward devoted service, but he will expect a lot in return. I mean a lot."

Her phone beeped and she checked the message. She stood up and I did as well.

* * * * *

"Sorry for that, Miss James. That's what we are here for, though." He moved a notepad to the side and reopened the folder. "Now ... where were we?"

"You were describing a position you have in mind and the need to have the utmost trust and commitment from the person in that position."

"Yes. Trust. Commitment. And, devotion." He looked at me hard, glanced at the sheets in the folder, and seemed to make a final decision on something. I realized I was holding my breath. From the comments from Trudy, it seemed this might be my job if this meeting resulted in the confirmation of his previous analysis.

When he started talking, I was shocked at the depth of personal information and knowledge he had and sought confirmation about. He probed into the nature of the relationship of my father and mother. He probed into the religious influence in my upbringing and how that affected me today. He probed into my failed marriage, what I thought the cause was and how the experience affected me now. He probed into my current relationships with men, both at work and socially. I was at first put off by his probing into my life, but I remembered what Trudy had said about his style and need for complete trust. I decided to go along with his probing to see where it took us.

My feelings about the process began changing as he questioned and I answered or clarified. I could feel a process behind his approach. This wasn't merely showing me how much he already knew and intimidation. He was after something. I could decide later, after all this, if pursuing this position was what I really wanted. I was sure I was going to learn more about his style on top of what Trudy had already given me.

The shock went deeper when he asked me deeper, more personal questions about my parents. I admitted I knew nothing about how they met or their romance leading them to marriage. He showed me a report, a birth certificate, and a wedding license. My mother had become pregnant with me by my father. She was wild and "easy" as the term was used then. Both families made sure the two got married. The tight, controlling, and conservative religious element of our lives was punishing and controlling of my mother and me. I had heard of the expression 'the sins of the father' but this was 'sins of the mother'. It was expected that without rigid, tight interventions I would follow the same path as my mother.

Some of this my mother had apologized for when I was getting ready to leave home. Some were still new to me. It helped explain, though, the choices I had made in my life, the kinds of men I was programmed to seek out and attach myself to. My husband had been of the same ilk as my father. It was ironic that the man who was looked to for "straightening out" my mother and controlling me was the same man who was equally responsible for the problem.

It also provided some satisfaction and relief in the final realization that I wasn't perverted in my desires. I had kept them private, even though they came out easily. My husband found my desires and needs sexually to be a perversion of our upbringing and the nature of the holy nature of marriage blessed by God. I saw it as a bodily need to be fulfilled, but I was fighting my entire life to overcome it. The men who I interacted with weren't worthy of me. I had wondered, struggled with those intense feelings. Men at work were manipulative and always playing games, always with motivations they resisted divulging. Men in social situations were similarly manipulative but it was easier to identify what they were. Their needs were basic. Anyone who had an interest in a prolonged relationship found my reserved and compliant nature to be an opening to control. That control, though, was stifling, restrictive, and limiting like my experiences with my father, brothers, and husband.

The more the discussion with Mr. Woodburn progress, the more I saw the difference in this man from the others. This was a man of real power and control. In him, though, I felt the ability to be guided and directed in ways that would be freeing and empowering. I saw what Trudy had shared with me. Mr. Woodburn's strength and control could release a person's potential.

He was smiling at me from behind his desk. It was as though he could read the monitor of my mind as all those thoughts and realizations passed through me. He could see my understanding and acceptance. Our eyes locked. How could I not trust and follow someone who went to such lengths and effort to know and understand who I was? He seemed to see that, too.

"May I call you Tina?"

"Of course." It wasn't lost on me that he didn't offer me to use his first name. But that was for the better. If he was to lead me fully, this couldn't be a casual relationship.

"This position has never been attempted here, certainly not at this level. Despite the job description, I have prepared for Human Resources, the real performance of the position will be an evolution between us as we learn to function as an intimate team for the clients and accounts." I nodded. He passed me a written job description, which I skimmed. As he indicated, it was a common language for managing accounts except for the references to working directly for and at the discretion of the CEO on accounts and assignments directed by him. Following that was a sheet with benefits and compensation. It was staggering compared to what I was currently getting. It also spoke volumes about the man. He could have offered a fraction of this and it would still have seemed exceptional. My office would be located on the 10th floor where all senior executives resided who weren't on the 11th. Other benefits were also increased dramatically: medical, vacation, personal free days, profit sharing, and incentives.

I was flabbergasted and ready to take the job, whatever it might be, right there. He apparently read that in me, too.

He smiled knowingly at me. He buzzed Trudy who quickly entered the office and strode to stand at his side. "Before we get too far into formally offering the position and you accepting if that might have been where this was going ...", he smiled, "I want Trudy here to witness the rest of the discussion. No offense, Miss James, but we don't yet have that understanding of your commitment and devotion. I need Miss Michaels for a witness of my words and your responses so we don't end up with a 'He said, She said' legal conflict."

"Legal conflict? Mr. Woodburn, I can assure you ..." His hand shot up to stop me.

"The conversation is going to take a very different turn here, Miss James. Some women would take severe offense to it, though my judgment of you is that you won't. Nonetheless, I prefer to err on the side of caution." I nodded. I looked up at Trudy and saw her wink at me. "What I have described so far is the official, public job I want to offer to you." I looked at both of them confused. She smiled widely. "The other part of the job is what makes it so particularly difficult to fill with the proper person." He leaned back and looked up at Trudy. "How many have we offered this job to?"

"None, Sir."

"How difficult has it been to try to fill it?"

"Exceedingly, Sir. In fact, in all honesty, I was thinking it would never be filled. Yet, there she sits."

He smiled and turned his full attention to me. "The other part of the position, my dear, is to be my personal slut." He let that comment hang in the air for a moment. I know my expression reflected the complete shock of what I had heard. He continued as if it was a minor extra condition added, "You understand that can't be an official position or job requirement, but it will be very real. You will be my personal slut, not a company slut."

"Mr. Woodburn ... you said slut ... you mean ... sex ... as part of the job?"

He smiled and let it settle over me. "Yes, sex of a wide-ranging variety. You will be devoted to the job as Executive Accounts Director handling the biggest and most strategic accounts for the firm, and you will be just as devoted to me as my slut." He was skilled I realized in his presentation. He gave these stunning comments as if in casual conversation, then waited for the full impact to take hold before continuing. By doing that, it didn't overload the senses and emotions. I found myself letting each statement settle in and achieving some level of acceptance before he continued.

"These two elements of the position are critically tied and fused. There are particular clients with accounts that some 'special attention' can reap huge benefits."

"Sex. Sex with you and with clients."

"Actually, sex as I direct it. When, where, how, and with whom. Remember the devotion part? I will have very specific rules, expectations, and criteria for dressing, standing, sitting, walking, sucking, and fucking. You are a woman who has been frustrated and denied her desires for too long. You yearn for release and the freedom to be what I am offering you to be ... a true slut."

My head was spinning. My mind was struggling to keep up with all that was being said and the implications of it all. But, there was no doubt about how my body was reacting to it. If my mind was grasping for something to hold onto, my body was screaming to be touched. I felt my body tingling from my pussy to my nipples and up into my scalp. I focused on what I could.

"Excuse me, but you seem very comfortable with this, Trudy. Can I ask your role in this?"

She looked down to Mr. Woodburn and he nodded. I noticed the entire time she stood straight, her feet together and her weight balanced between them, and her shoulders were back having the effect of projecting her breasts forward. She giggled.

"I was you. Well, not really. I was really Mr. Woodburn's mistress as his personal assistant."

He slipped a hand onto her butt, "She is very good ... at both jobs. But, she desires a significant reduction in her mistress duties. Trudy, as it happens, has a boyfriend she is very serious about. I am very happy for her. You, like her, have the opportunity to leave the position whenever you feel it has become too much or for any reason. No hard feeling. As with Trudy, I will make sure you will be taken care of by the company."

"You really were ... are ... used to be ..."

She giggled and he told her to show me. She immediately began unbuttoning her blouse, pulling it from her skirt, removing it, and placing it on his desk. She undid the clasp on her skirt, lowered the zipper, and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it, placing it on the desk. I was fascinated as her hands moved behind her, unhooking her bra, and dropping it on the desk. Her panties were last. She was left in thigh-high stockings and heels. She resumed her position alongside Mr. Woodburn.

I found him watching me. "She is very comfortable being naked in this office. You will be, too. I can see it." I blushed profusely. I could feel the heat flowing through my upper body and face. "Stand up, Miss James." Shocking to me, I did. "Remove your dress." I looked at him, then at Trudy who remained standing comfortably. I unzipped the back of the dress and lowered it down my body. He studied me, reached into the middle drawer, and came out with scissors. "Take off the pantyhose and cut them to shreds. You will never wear pantyhose again. I like stockings but they are to be thigh-highs like Trudy is wearing or stockings with garters." I did as I was told, now standing before them in bra and panties. Mine were not sexy lace like Trudy's and I could sense another comment from him. He shook his head. "Take off your bra and panties." I did, leaving me naked. He smiled. "You are beautiful, Tina. I love your body." I blushed, again.

He offered me the chair, again. I sat, discretely crossing my legs. He asked, "Tina, do we require Trudy to further witness our discussion?" I smiled and said no. Trudy got dressed and strode past me, winking as she did. "Now that you understand much of the full scope of the position, I would like you to consider this offer over the weekend and give me your answer at 9:00 AM here." He thought for a moment as if a new idea came to him. "Let's do this. Arrive here at 9:00 AM. When you enter the office, you can give me your answer physically. If you undress to stockings and heels upon entering, I will know you are accepting the position. If not ..." I nodded. "Then, do you have any immediate questions?"

I was sitting in this man's office naked in the final moments of an interview for a job I had no knowledge of only hours ago. Did I have any questions??

"Mr. Woodburn, Sir, the slut part notwithstanding I wonder about the handling of the accounts. I imagine the accounts are being physically handled by accounts personnel somewhere downstairs. If these clients are to be truly managed at a special level, shouldn't we have a small staff to oversee and review the day-to-day processing?"

He chuckled and the biggest smile I had yet seen spread over his face. "My dear ... 'the slut part notwithstanding' ... your first question is about managing the accounts ... I love it!" He came around from behind the desk and held out his hand to me. I took it and stood up in front of him. "We have no agreement, but may I kiss you?"

I smiled and nodded. He didn't move, however. It flashed into my brain with that moment of awkwardness the realization that if I move forward with this I am his slut. Does he take his slut or does his slut avail herself to him? I put my hands on the sides of his face and kissed him on the lips. It was a good kiss, a lover's kiss, but not a slut's kiss I guessed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and devoured his mouth. His hands were on my bare back, one sliding down to my bare butt. He squeezed one ass cheek, but that was all.

I broke the kiss and took a half-step back from him. My body was flushed, my body was super-heated, my body was tingling with excitement, and I was aching for him to touch my pussy, for him to feel how I was responding. But, there was time for that on Monday. Until then, I truly needed to decide about this.