The Secretary: Extra Duties

I'd only been working there for a couple of weeks, filling in a vacancy in the typing pool. Somehow, I must have impressed someone because I was unexpectantly called into HR and asked if I wanted to transfer to their permanent staff. As I'd only come in as agency back-up, I was surprised but is seemed that someone I'd had dealings with had been impressed. Did I want a job as a permanent secretary for one of the bosses? That was the question.

I'd been sent up to Mr James' office a couple of times when staff were a bit thin on the ground. He seemed a nice enough man, but I didn't think he took much notice of me. As long as my shorthand and typing were accurate. But is seemed that his usual girl, Anna, had become pregnant and he needed someone new. I had obviously impressed him, and he had asked for me.

It all depended on whether or not I wanted a permanent position. After all I had only gone there as a temp sent by an agency. But... there were bills to pay and rent to sort out and I admit I was beginning to struggle, given the lowly paid jobs the agency was sending me on so ... I said yes. I only signed a short-term contract of six months but at the salary they were offering that would more than see me comfortably into the future.

The next Monday I turned up at work and went to the usual secretary pool room but was stopped immediately by the woman in charge and told to go to a room on the twentieth floor. I nervously took the elevator and hunted for the room. When I found it, I knocked nervously but there was no response, so I slowly opened the door. Inside was a small reception office that I vaguely remembered. It must have been from one of my assignments. I stepped inside and as I did so a beep sounded from the desk and a red light flashed on an intercom. I was already set into secretary mode and stepped forward and pressed the 'respond' button.

"Can I help?" was my automatic response.

"Is that my new girl?"

"I think I may be, sir."

"Then welcome. Please come through."

Opposite the door I had come in was a second door, heavy, elegant, and obviously expensive. My new boss was definitely a man of some standing in the company. I walked over and knocked tentatively.

"Come." A loud voice dulled and blurred by the door. Nervously I turned the handle and opened the door. Inside was a large office. There was a huge picture window filling one side of the room that looked out over the city and a large antique desk filling much of the floor space, leaving just enough room for a sort of chill-out area with a low three seat couch and a small table, backed by a drinks cabinet. A man stood behind the desk watching me come in.

"Welcome," he said, smiling broadly. "I'm glad you managed to find me."

"I think I was here once before, sir," I replied. "I think your regular secretary was ill that day and you needed someone."

"Quite right. And you impressed me that time so..." he hesitated before continuing, "I needed someone new and thought of you. She's off on maternity leave, damn her, so I need a replacement for six months. Think you're up to it?"

I gasped and tried to hide my nervousness. Six months! Wow, what a chance. I wondered if my pay might increase but the truth was it didn't seem to matter. Just working this high up could do wonders.

"I'll certainly try my very best sir."

"I knew you would, Now, names ... in the office I am Mr James or sir whichever you find most comfortable. Outside the office I am simply Dan. And you are?"

"I'm Alice, sir."

"Excellent. Well Alice, there are some dictated letters that need doing to get you started. I assume you know how the intercom works. Phone calls ... check with me before putting them through. I may need to be 'out' for some of them." And he grinned and winked at me. "If you get one from a Mr. Henshaw that can be put straight through this morning. Okay, got all that? Right, then let's get started. Welcome to my new team of two."

"Thank you, sir."

It seemed the initial interview was over, so I smiled and headed out of the room. Slowly I made myself familiar with the computer. It was the same type as we used downstairs so that was easy. Within an hour I had typed out and printed the letters he had left for me as audios.

Over the next couple of weeks, I grew more used to the job, and it became easier. I also got to know Mr. James much better. Perhaps I had better describe him. He was in his early thirties, maybe a couple of years older than me. He looked fit and I know he spent at least a couple of evenings each week at one of the more exclusive gyms in the city. He was not stunningly handsome in the traditional manner but good-looking enough. Most importantly he didn't parade either his masculinity or his superiority where I was concerned. He had a bright cheerful manner and sometimes was slightly flirty but nothing I could object to or which I couldn't handle. Usually, he was out for lunch, and I simply ate my lunch at my desk but when he had no meetings, he would invite me into his office and we would eat lunch watching out over the city through the large window and chat about nothing in particular.

It was during one of these lunches when things changed. He was obviously feeling awkward.

"Alice ..." he began, almost stammering, "could I ask a favour?"

"Of course, you can, sir." I said, not even shocked at his request.

"It's a bit embarrassing, and ..." he hesitated before shifting in his chair, "I'm a bit nervous about asking."

"Please, sir, ask anyway. I can only say no."

"Okay then," and he took a deep breath, "It's my partners birthday soon and I wanted to buy her something special, but I always seem to get things wrong, so I'd appreciate a woman's advice."

"What were you thinking of Sir?"

"I was thinking of some really expensive lingerie, plus a few other items. There's a special shop downtown and would appreciate your company and words of advice."

"I'm sure that would be fine, sir. When did you want to go there?"

"I was thinking during lunch tomorrow, if that's okay with you."

"That's fine with me, sir."

And we said no more. I couldn't see a problem with accompanying him to an upmarket lingerie shop and helping him with his choices. In fact, I was intrigued to see the mysterious shop and to observe his tastes in women's underwear.

My usual set-up for work in the office was a rather conservative knee-length black skirt, a white blouse, and a serious jacket to match the skirt. And very safe underwear! I had three sets that all looked almost the same, so my morning routine did not need me to make any choices. For some reason, and I have no idea why, the next morning I changed everything. Hunting through my wardrobe I dug out a fitted dress, the hem much shorter that normal and the front much lower. I chose my best underwear which does its best to give me a hint of cleavage. Not easy with my B cup boobies. I even contemplated a girdle and stockings but, in the end, I decided that my natural tanned legs would do.

When I got to work Mr James was busy behind a closed door. I simply sat at my desk and logged on. I had work left over from yesterday so just got on with that. Contact with Mr. James was confined to the intercom, so we didn't even see each other until lunchtime. At that point the door to his office suddenly opened and he came into the lobby.

"Well, Alice, ready to go shopping?" and then he froze, looking at me, "oh my, you're looking different today."

"I ... I'm sorry, sir. Is this not suitable?" I replied, feeling the colour rise in my cheeks.

"Far from it, Alice. You're looking gorgeous and just right for the shopping we have to do. I'm very pleased. You should dress like that more often. Now ... shall we go?"

He walked over to the door to the corridor and held it open for me. Shyly I walked out from behind my desk and through the door. He followed me as I went to the lift, and we travelled down together in silence. At ground floor he took command and hailed a taxi.

We drove into a part of the city I'd very rarely visited before and stopped outside a blank door. He paid the driver then held the taxi door open for me. He walked over to the door and pressed the buzzer. I heard a muffled voice and then his response.

"Its Dan James. I have an appointment."

We waited briefly then the door lock clicked loudly and swung open. As we went in, he leant over and whispered to me, "remember to call me Dan."

"Yes, sir ... I'm sorry I mean yes, Dan."

Inside the shop was brightly lit and larger than I imagined. We were approached by a pretty woman who seemed to be in her early twenties. She gestured to a plush sofa against the wall near the door. I felt his hand on the small of my back and I was urged towards it. I felt a shiver run through me as I realised that it was the first time in all the weeks that he had touched me. I was suddenly doubting the wisdom of agreeing to do this. I determined that I would get through it and make him proud of me.

"How can I help you, sir?" the girl asked, immediately assuming that he was in charge.

"I want to buy some lingerie for a present for my wife, this time, Millie." He said somewhat hesitantly.

I was surprised that he was on first name terms with the girl, who showed no sign but simply turned to look at me and asked, "may I ask what size madame is?"

Before I could answer Dan spoke up. "Oh, this is not my wife. She's my secretary and is just here to give me advice."

"I'm very sorry, sir, for my mistake. May I ask if you have your wife's measurements?"

"Errr, I don't but one moment ..." and he turned to me before continuing, "Alice, could you please stand up."

I looked at him in confusion, but his hand was already on my elbow urging me up.

"Alice is virtually the same as my wife. If you fit her, it should be fine."

I stood frozen as the girl used her tape to take my measure. I couldn't help but shiver as the hands brushed my breasts, and I felt the thrill run through me and down between my thighs. When she had finished, she excused herself and disappeared among the racks. Nervously I sat down again next to Mr. James.

"Thanks for helping me out, Alice." He said, leaning over to me.

I couldn't reply because at that moment the girl reappeared carrying a couple of hangers containing some bra and panty sets.

"Shall I gift wrap them for you, Sir" she asked. Holding one set in each hand showing them off to him.

"I think we should make sure they fit first, don't you?" he replied turning to look at me, his face suddenly stern. It felt hopeless for me to resist as his hand once more urged me out of my seat.

"Don't worry, Alice, you'll be fine. Just do as you're told."

The girl turned and led the way to a curtained off changing room. She held open one of the cubicles and gestured me in and handed me the two hangers. As she dropped the curtain she simply said, "I think try the blue one first. I think the red one should be last," and she smiled wickedly.

I hung the hangers on hooks and then looked more closely at the blue set. It was almost unbearably gorgeous and obviously very expensive. The panties were almost non-existent, and the bra was almost see-through. What had I let myself in to? But did I have a choice? Of course, I did. I could walk out right now and refuse to continue. On the other hand, I had started to enjoy working for him. With a sigh of resignation, I started to peel off my dress. I turned my back on the floor length mirror as I shrugged out of my bra and picked up the blue set. I didn't realise how slow I had been until I heard the girl ask, "do you need help, Miss?" her voice muffled from beyond the curtain.

"I'm fine, thanks."

I quickly slipped off my panties and unclipped the blue set from the hanger. I put the bra down on the seat and examined the panties more closely. They were minute and very transparent. They consisted of a tiny triangle at the front and thin strings everywhere else. Reluctantly I stepped into them and pulled them up. They were the right size if one wanted to hide nothing. Nervously I turned to the mirror and looked at myself. The lighting wasn't good in the cubicle, but I could clearly see my naked slit through the thin cloth. I turned around and looked over my shoulder. Everything was on display! I could even see the darker shadow of my anus. I was shocked. I hadn't even imagined that such underwear was available. I was anxious to find out what the bra would contain. I picked it up and slowly put it on. My shaking fingers struggled to sort out the clip. I had no option but to ask for help.

"Can you give me a hand, please" I called out, hoping the girl was still out there. The curtain slid back, and she appeared almost at once. She immediately took control and clipped the bra straps. She helped lift the cups and pull the straps over my shoulders. Without asking but with the sureness that must come from working here she fussed about arranging my breasts neatly. I looked into the mirror. I was totally on display, the dark nipples clearly visible. At first, I was shocked and ashamed but as the girl stood beside me also looking at my image, I began to feel my mood changing. I had to admit that I looked amazing.

"If I may say so, miss, that looks sooo sexy."

And now I couldn't help but agree with her. Not only did I look sexy, but I also felt sexy.

"I'll go and tell sir that the fit is good, and you look gorgeous," said the girl slipping out of the cubicle. A couple of minutes later she returned.

"Sir said he wants to check it out for himself. Will you follow me please, miss."

I'd had a suspicion that this moment might come, and I had been dreading it. Now that it had arrived, I felt there was no way I could refuse it. Obediently I followed the girl back into the shop. Sir sat up when he saw me coming and stood up. I could feel his eyes boring into me. He took a couple of steps closer and held out his hand and placed it over my left breast.

"Mmmmm." Was his only comment before his hand wandered lower and cupped his hand between my legs completely hiding the tiny triangle of the thong. Immediately I knew that I was wet down there and that there was no way he wouldn't discover that. Politely he stepped back and left me alone.

"I'll take it," he said in a strange hesitant voice. "And the other one and the items I ordered on the phone earlier. Can you wrap them." He sat back down, and I turned and nearly ran back to the changing room. I rushed into the cubicle pulling the curtain closed and sat down on the seat. I could hardly breathe, and I was awash with a mix of emotions. Almost unbeckoned and without my knowledge my hand wandered down and inside the thong. I was soaked and my pussy was on fire.

"Are you okay, miss?"

I was shocked back to reality and my hand quickly slipped out from my underwear. Just in time as the curtain opened and the girl looked in. She had obviously worked out what was going on with me,

"Is there anything I can do for you, miss?"

"I'm fine, thanks," I managed to say.

Slowly she withdrew with a disappointed look on her face. As the curtain closed, I slowly stood up. My legs could hardly manage to hold me, and I leant against the wall breathing heavily. A hand appeared around the curtain offering me a box of tissues. The girl had obviously come across this sort of situation before. Silently I thanked her for her kindness as I took the box and set it down on the seat. Reality was rushing back in, and I quickly stripped off the blue underwear, wiped myself dry with the tissues and put on my own underwear. I shimmied into my dress and checked that I was properly tidied up. I pulled my shoulders back and lifted my chin before coming out. The girl eyed me up and down and made a few adjustments to the hang of my dress before standing back.

"Miss looks fine," she said smiling, "you'll be okay. She stepped past me and grabbed the two sets of underwear left behind and followed me back into the shop. She handed the red set to an assistant and told her to wrap them.

"I'll just find a fresh set of these," she said to Mr. James. "These have become a little soiled."

"That's okay, I'll take them as they are," he said holding out his hand. With a sly grin the girl handed them over. They were crumpled up and looked even smaller in his large hand. Without hesitation he lifted them to his nose and breathed in deeply. Then, he looked at me and smiled. The girl approached and held out a discrete carrier bag. We stood in an awkward trio as Mr. James took out his phone and ordered a taxi. All the time he twirled the soiled panties around his finger, occasionally taking another deep breath of their smell. The smell of my pussy I realised the memories flooding back. There was a beep from outside and he opened the door, standing aside to let me through first.

"Thank you for your service, Millie. I may be back another time. I have added a tip to my payment for all your help."

With that he followed me out letting the door close behind him. He opened that taxi door, and I climbed in. he got in after me and sat, carefully leaving a small space between us.

To be continued ...