Secret Santa gave me a choker.
It was leather, with an adjustable buckle and a ring attached. I’d seen girls wear this type of thing on Tumblr. It was sexy, but it was too risqué for the office, no? The collar came with a handwritten note: *Dear Jacqueline Fenhurst, I hope you like your gift. Please wear it as soon as you see this.* I smiled. Is someone playing a trick on me? I placed it in my handbag. I couldn’t wait to take selfies with it once when I was home.
**…**
There was a fresh note on my desk the next morning. *Didn’t I tell you to wear the choker?* Jeez. I scanned the office. The handwriting was surely too neat for a guy? Why is he – or she – so desperate to see me wear it? Motivated by both fear and curiousity, I picked up my handbag and headed for the ladies to put it on.
**…**
As a new starter, I went to the meeting room regularly for training sessions with my supervisors. This time I was with Meilin, the Chinese girl who interviewed me for the job. She seemed nice enough, though seemingly subject to mood changes.
“How aquainted are you with social media?” she asked while logging on to the computer.
I smiled, only too happy to talk about something I was good at. “Quite acquainted actually. I’ve had work experience as a social media manager which was fun. I really enjoyed experimenting with different types of content…”
I trailed off as I watched my name appear on the big screen. Why is she Googling me? Why was I nervous? I had nothing to worry about, right?
I cleared my throat and tried to regain my composure.
“Picture research can be tricky. Instagram is where it’s at now…”
It’s a funny thing, Googling yourself. You don’t usually think to do it – why would you? Somebody else’s name perhaps, but I’m not so narcisstic as to Google my own name.
I should have Googled my name.
**Overview Jackiefenny
reddit.com > user > jackiefenny**
*Click.*
Well, fuck.
“Meilin, that was from a long time ago.”
“This pic was uploaded last night. 14 hours ago to be precise.”
I winced as my face – and my boobs – filled the screen, followed by an image of the jewellry that was around my neck this very moment.
“I knew you’d like the collar.”
Of course she did. If she’d seen my Reddit profile she’d also seen the kinklist I’d uploaded.
“I knew you had a kinky side. It’s why I gave you the job. You owe me a debt of gratitude Jacqueline. Or should I say, slutty Jackie Fenny?”
It was shocking to hear those words out loud, especially coming from my boss’ mouth, but there was something about the way she emphasised “slutty” that energised me.
“Meilin…”
“Shhhh.”
She leaned forward and pressed her finger to my mouth, before prising it open and pushing her finger inside.
“You’ll be an excellent and loyal asset to the company Jackie,” she said while feeling her way around my teeth and tongue. I yearned for her to reach deeper, toward the back of my mouth. “You can go back to your desk. Training is over for now.”
She removed her finger. I frowned in mock disgust, and then, checking that I hadn’t left a wet patch on my seat, hurried to the door.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7fjfdq/secret_santa_pt_1_ff_first_person