I saw my reflection in the window of the great big glass building. My nicely Ironed shirt my creaseless black trousers. Rolled up sleeve to try and and make my arms look bigger. I needed this interview to go well. I wanted to look cool but business focused. I undone a second button on my shirt. Anymore would make me look like a stripper. I could smell my deodorant the type you would wear to a wedding but I really needed this job. I really really needed it.
Flexing my arms I made sure I was looking good. I could not let this go wrong. I fixed my hair and then that was it I had to go in. I had a satchel over my shoulder with a second copy of the very lack lustre resumé I send to the woman, Kimberly Brooke, who was looking for a secretary. Do you think not wearing a blazer hurt me? Not even a tie? Come on man you look stupid. I checked my cheap watch. 5mins.
I shook myself. “You can do this man come on. You are more than the guy that goes from the gym to your house to a shitty dangerous security job” I looked at my reflection. I walked around to the front of the building. The doors were glass and open awaiting new arrivals to the company. This building was massive and was in the heart of town. This company was rich and I was trying for a secretary job for the CEO. Fuck me.
I walked down the black carpet in the centre of the waiting room. The main desk was wooden with 3 well dressed women sitting there on computers. The desk was short but wide like a hotel desk. “Ummm Hi I am here for the secretary interview for Mrs Brooke. Could you tell me like what I am meant to do.” One of the women dramatically turned and looked me up and down. “Miss Brooke.” She said with a condescendence. “Wait here I will tell her your waiting.” I forced a smile and went and sat down in one of the long shinny black couches.
This woman must be loaded even airports can’t afford couches in the waiting areas. I watched as one of the women at the desk got on a phone and pressed a button. I could not here what she was saying but I knew I was to leave shortly. The desk lady put her phone down. She came out from behind the desk. “Miss Brooke will see you now please come with me.” She gave me a fake smile and then lead me to an elevator. She got in first I hurried to the corner. Did I really want to work with her?
“Floor 14. Lift rising.” The automated voice said with a distinctly British accent. It sounded like my old head teacher. I laughed under my breath. The woman turned with a glare. Straitening my back I tried to act professional. “Door opening” The lift voice said. We walked out me trailing a few feet behind her. The floors were shinny marble looking stone. The walls were wooden carvings. She lead me around past the board room and smaller office to a door that was the only door on this side of the building.
“Miss Brooke will be waiting for you. Good luck” I could hear the sarcasm spewing out of her mouth. God I hated her. I walked though the door. Inside was a small office with one or 2 filling cabinets lining the right wall. The left side had a large door though to Miss Brooke’s office. Further back was a decently sized desk with a computer and a phone. A single chair was behind the desk. The outside wall was a single bit of glass. This would be my office. I could have this I thought. All that matters is what happens though that door.
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Knock knock knock. It was him at the door. Nothing much to expect just another person who wanted a job. “Come in” I yelled just slightly at the top of my voice. Lets get his resume open and lets see what he is about. Ok. My head turned. He is cute. Not got a tie on. Very unprofessional. Is he trying to fuck me with all of those undone buttons. Maybe I let him he is handsome. Forget it Kimberly god. You shouldn’t do that he is only like 23 and your 41 you were 18 when he was born. A gusting my glasses I got a better look at him. Rolling your sleeves up for a job interview wow ok you clearly don’t want it.
Something about him spoke to me tho. Don’t know what but maybe it is the pause and the clear discomfort it is cute. No no stop you can’t he is like a child. Is that a dragon tattoo sleeve. Ohhhh ohhh sweet mama that is hot. Did he work out his upper body is popping out if that tight shirt. Fuck I would not mind having that tell me what time my meeting are. Stop Kimberly god. Be professional. He has been standing there for like a good minuet now. Should I call someone? Is he ok? Maybe I will have to give CPR? Stop thinking that. God he just wants a job. Fuck he is cute tho I will need to send Jess a pic of him from the cameras.
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I slowly walked over to the desk feeling more and more intimidating with each step. The desk was tall and Miss Brooke sat behind it looking down on me. I put the satchel on the other chair. The chairs in front of the desks were like settees I sat down and was almost swallowed. Miss Brooke was beautiful she was wearing fancy glasses her brown hair put behind her head in a pony tail. Her face was soft around the edges but her eyes were large and commanding to a such that you could get lost in their green mastery. Her eyes were made larger by her large black glasses that fit so perfectly over her face. From her ears hung large crystal earrings shaped like half 2 crescent moons that if you reflected light around making them look sparkling. She had lots of eye shadow as well as a small amount of pink lipstick. She was wearing a blue blazer and a white shirt that both were custom made to expose her large breasts. As the shirt and blazer flowed very nicely over them like a dress. There were entrancing. Big and round and perfectly symmetrical. The hung off her perfectly they looked mostly natural with little touch ups done to make them perfect. She was curvy but she looked athletic with narrow hips that looked like they went to a wide waist however my view was interrupted by the desk.
The desk was simple with a badge for her name “CEO Miss Kimberly Brooke” as well as a single computer with 2 motors set up so that she could look out of the window as she worked. Her chair had a her high back and looked almost like her throne. “Your front desk person really doesn’t like me” I said to try and break the silent tension of her slowly going though my resumé on her computer. She ignored me. I just had to sit until she was ready to talk to me.
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God he is so so nervous. I am sure he is checking you out. Makes since I am looking good as gold. A joke really that is how you try to break silence I am going to let you sit on that. You deserve to feel every second of that. Lets see what he is made off it’s a stressful job. Lets see if he can take this stress. God his resume is bad. Why would you bother Appling? Sure you may want to turn your life around but there is such things as an apprenticeship or the fucking army. These all seem like different nightclubs that he worked at. Why? I mean he has all the refences and stuff there so I can give him credit for trying.
“Unqualified my dear that is how to say it politely. Even for the job as a secretary I am mightily unimpressed. “My words broke though the stronger silence like the sound of a whip. He shock and twitched in his chair. That’s cute. Never mind that looks well written. “What does, worked as a leader in public safety and security for a venue responsible for public entertainment and providing alcohol to the public, Is that a fancy way of saying head bouncer?” He was shaking slightly clearly uncomfortable. He nodded. You can’t be serious. How could this guy defend the public while providing alcohol he is a big softy. Just because he is tall and very well muscled dose not mean he can do anything against a person with a knife. Come on Kimberly give him a chance. Ok ok. I like him maybe just a little.
“Lucky for you I decide on weather or not to hire someone based off asking questions to see how well you will fit into my system.” His eyes glow with happiness. That made me feel something. My heart feels warmer. God that was adorable. Look at his little hopeful face. “Do you think that within a week you could easily get the hang of being a secretary?” He nodded. He took a second or 2 clearly trying to think of what to say. My eyes wandered. Is he hard? I think he is. Fuck does he like dominant women. I will make him like it. Shut up mind that is not helping. “Miss Brooke you will never miss a meeting or social event same way I know exactly what I am doing for my workout from now until next year, every set every rep mapped out.” He sounded so confident so pleased with himself. My heart swooned god I need to give him a chance. Especially if he likes being in places with a little less power. Stop remember that’s weird. Is that him trying to flex that he goes to the gym a lot. Ohh wow soo great. How predictable. But fair enough he seems very confident so I will trust him.
“I will take your word. Now tell me. What is your living situation? Alone, roommates, live with parents, Homeless even. Do tell.” I wanted to learn about this boy this person who just stumbled into my life. “Truth is I live in a small shitty apartment in a bad area with no running water so I wash in the gym…………… Miss Brooke.” My heart shuttered. You poor little thing you. Awww I have a spare bedroom just right for you. As long as your willing to work for it doing what I say. The way he added the title at the end he likes dominant women. I can feel it inside. “Interesting. Interesting. How much are you willing to do to work for me?” He looked a bit shock. Poor thing. Poor cute little thing. Fuck stop it. “Well whatever you ask me to………… Miss Brooke sorry.” Ok that was odd. He is thinking the same as me I am almost sure. I looked down. Fuck he is rock hard. He looks so so desperate. I know what he likes and I am willing to give it to him. “What kind of porn do you watch dear?”
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She said it like any other question. I went red in the face. “What kind of question is that?” I said giving a small nervous laugh. “A very very relevant question dear. One I suggest you answer.” I took a few seconds. “Femdom” I said it so quietly and quickly I even I could say it again. “Pardon I did not quite here that.” She said probably knowing full well what I said. “Femdom” I said slightly slower and louder. “Say. It. Again. Louder so I can here.” My heart was rushing and my blood was flowing. “Femdom” It was my speaking voice. My face was bright red and warm to the touch. “Better” She leaned back in her throne like chair bringing some of her hair to the side of her body carefully flowing it though her fingers of her right hand. With her left she fixed her simple black glasses.
I sat there still blushing wondering what she was going to do next. I watched as her breasts slowly rose and then then fell in time with her breathing. She leaned forward. My mind focused on her lips. “Strip” The word echoed though my body. I felt my hands shake. I gulped. “Sorry Miss Brooke.” She raised one eyebrow. “Take. Off. Your. Clothes.” My brain was out I did not know what to do just sitting there. “Now!” She raised her voice. Getting up out of my chair I started to slowly undo each of the buttons in my shirt. Miss Brooke sat back in her throne of a chair crossing her legs. I saw that she was wearing a dark blue skirt to contrast with her light blue blazer. Her milky smooth legs were fully visible to me now. Her thighs were soft and you could see the muscle inside and her calf’s were small. How could a woman with breasts that good be so fit. She barely had a belly and her arms were perfectly in proportion. Her feet in a lovely pair of simple black high heels. She looked like a goddess from a painting or a piece of smut I would see online.
I took off my shirt before then undoing my belt. “I love muscly boys who know how to do what their told. Put your clothes in a neat pile for me dear.” Her voice was powerful and felt like silk to listen to. I took off my shoes and then my trousers. I made sure to have everything in nice folds like she told me. I took off my socks and then my underwear. My cock was hard and throbbing. She stood up. “Spread your legs and arms I need to inspect you boy.” I heard her walking around the desk her heels making loud clicks echoing though the room being almost in harmony with the classical music. “Stay still and don’t talk.” She walked around being me ever click from her heels made me throb.
I felt her hands giving my calf a squeeze and then slap it. A single finger went up the back of my legs. She griped my ass tightly and gave a small laugh. She gave me a slap. My cock throbbed precum leaking from the tip. Her hands glided up my lats and then along to the top of my back to my traps. With a single motion she brought all of her nails down carving into my back. I grunted. Stepping to my side the opposite one that she felt along my arm giving my bicep and triceps a squeeze. Grabbing my wrist she brought my arm behind my back like a half handcuff. She side stepped and done the same to the other side completing having my hands being my back. Squeeze her hands were on my shoulders rubbing them and inspecting me like meat at a market. A single drop of precum from my throbbing cock fell on to the floor. “Keep your hands like this boy.” Her order was simple. I felt every little bit of blood going to my cock with each of her words.
She walked around to the front side of me. In heels she was about my 6’1 height and she looked at me in the eyes. She put her hands around my neck and then dragged them down onto my pecs working her way inside from my armpit along my pec ridge meeting in the middle. I felt her rub her hands up and down my abs giving a dirty smile. “Very good. You will need to keep this body.” I smiled. Stepping to my left slightly she brought a single finger along to top of my cock. “You are desperate. Sooo sooo desperate. This is good it means you will serve better.” She took her finger off. “When I take my next step you fall to your knees and follow me back to my desk on all fours. When we get there I want you to kiss my heels like your life depends on it.” She put her hand to my neck and gave a squeeze. “Understand?” I gulped my breathing was impaired. “Yes I do.” She squeezed tighter. “Yes I do who?” I felt my air getting less and less. “Miss Brooke.” She leaned into me and smiled. “Better but not perfect you will learn in time dear.”
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I was wet. If I was not wearing panties I would have looked like I pissed myself. Maybe I did piss myself. No I didn’t. I don’t even know what I done. It was all natural. Wait until Jess hears about this.His body was so so good. So hard in all the right places. If I didn’t have a meeting in an hour the things I would do with him. Never mind that the things I would do to him. My mind was flooded like my underwear this could last 1000 years and I would beg it not to be over. My hands were electric chest was burning. Ohhhh how I would love to make him lick every drop of precum off that floor.
I took the step. Like a dog he dropped. I took each step with care as to not break my character. God he would look great with a lovely leather collar around his neck. On his knees. Tied up. Thinking straight was something that I could not do right now. He is so desperate so obedient. I love it. He will grow mad begging for release that won’t for lack of a better word cum. Sitting down he came to myside like the good boy he was. I crossed my legs he was not to see my pussy yet. He was to dream of that day the handsome little devil.
Two of my problems were solved by this one boy. A secretary and a well lets “Personal assistant”. My mouse lets get some stuff printed to make this official. Ok a submissive contract with built in non discloser agreement. All the legality nonsense I spoke about with my lawyer pretty easy to understand he only had to tick what he was open to doing and cross the things he was not, it had the living arrangements with a strong encouragement to live with me full time for “Better access” it also had detailed stuff about positions and protocol as well as things like a monthly allowance of 22k.
Print to his new office printer. Also the workplace contract as my secretary. Print. While I am here were is that series of pro taken pictures of my houses and privet jet so he has an idea who he is talking to. My other hand not working the mouse had wandered and was going though and playing with the sweet boys hair. I looked down. Despite me teasing him with my heels practically hanging on my foot for dear life he has obeyed and only licked and kissed the shoe. What a good boy. So nice and sweet. Ohhhh print him my contact info. Print.
The clock on my computer was like a ticking timebomb. Only 15 mins before the meeting. He had to go. It would look so so unprofessional. “Right go and get your clothes and get changed in your office dear. I have a very important meeting and I can’t have good little boys like you hanging about. Behind your desk all the forms you have been printed get them all looked at and signed and you are to be here at the 5 Pm the end of the work day so I can give you all the important knowledge. ” He looked up at me. His eyes were teary. I just pointed at the door. My heart sank slightly sending such a good boy away but I had to. I watched as he collected his things and went to his office. I had to tell someone. I got my phone out of my desk and texted Jess. I needed to tell someone about this and she was the woman.
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