Preface
As you may know from reading the "Builder's Slut" series (which is still continuing), my name is Natalie. I am a senior, executive business woman and run a company in the City where I live. I am also a submissive slut and a whore. Reading the "Builder's slut" series will give you more background on who I am and what I am doing writing on here.
That series is being written on the orders of Lee and Carl (the builders) for their amusement although I'm not sure they've even read it. This series is written on the orders of Kirsty, my 25 year old, gorgeous mistress. She has read my stories so far and has been impressed by what I have written. She has asked me to write a fantasy series based on what I would like her to arrange for me. She has promised that she will make any scenarios she really likes happen for real but the main aim I believe is to make me remind myself of my true nature and of my submissive devotion to her.
The one aspect of this particular fantasy that is completely true is the opening premise; that since writing the Builder's Slut series, Kirsty really does now work in my office as a temp and covers for my PA when she in on leave. Of course nothing that I depicted below has happened in the real office but somehow I guess and wish it could.
"Kirsty, would you show these gentleman out please." I asked as my brief meeting had finished. The 'gentleman' were not really deserving of the term. Two young, cocky salesman with nothing original to say, full of clichés and deluded self-regard thinking they owned the world.
I smiled politely and shook their hands as professionally as I could. They hadn't made a sale, they hadn't made a good impression. They were our account managers for some supplies we occasionally needed. The guys were 'Simon the sleaze' as the girls in the office called him and his friend Jeff, who was not a great deal better and went by the self-explanatory name of 'Sweaty Jeff'.
Simon thought he was God's gift to women, Jeff certainly knew he wasn't. I often struggled to maintain a conversation with either of them as they spent most of the time in my company trying to ogle down my cleavage or leer up my skirt or try out their full repertoire of cheesy, suggestive lines when they should have been talking business.
"Of course Natalie," said Kirsty as she headed for the door, wearing her beige skirt suit as elegantly as always, her bum swaying provocatively in that amazing hip slinging walk she had perfected, her legs looking lithe and athletic inside her opaque tights, her blouse just open enough to reveal the beginnings of her luscious breasts. My beautiful young Mistress.
I rolled my eyes in weary frustration as both men ogled her bum on the way out and I saw Simon lower his hands towards her to pretend he was going to cop a feel of her arse. We caught each other's eye, my face disapproving and 'don't you dare,' his face dismissively and arrogantly giving me a cocky wink as if I should be amused by what a cheeky chappy he was.
Just for background, both these guys were I think of a similar age to Kirsty, mid-twenties. Simon was I suppose quite a handsome guy, He was well groomed and well turned out; short black, gelled back hair and no doubt a user of guy liner and numerous male cosmetics. Fairly athletic, I could tell he worked out and I could guess he spent hours inspecting his own pecs in his mirror at home. He was one of those guys who seemed permanently on heat and ready to pick up 'some skirt' whenever the opportunity presented. He had in fact, tried it on with every one of my female staff members, a typical jumped up 'jack the lad' who thought he knew it all and could have any woman he wanted because he had a good job and a sharp suit.
His colleague Jeff had exactly the same sleazy character faults except without any of the looks or faux charisma. He was about 4 or 5 stone overweight, his face red and flustered and he always seemed out of breath. A similar hairstyle of short gelled hair kind of got lost on top of his round, blotchy face. He seemed to admire Simon because of his conquests to date, whether they were real or in Simon's imagination I didn't know.
Looking at them on their way out after another waste of my time being annoyed by their arrogant chatter and dull spiel, I made a mental note to change our supplier; one of those things on my mental to do list that I never seemed to get round to.
As I returned to my desk and my mountain of emails, glad to be rid of the sleaze balls for another month and hoping to get rid of them completely, I glanced out of my office door. Kirsty was still talking to Simon and to a lesser extent, Jeff. She was giggling like a flirty schoolgirl. Her wide green eyes staring at her, her hands flicking through her blonde, bobbed hair and her fingers touching his arm as she giggled at a joke or comment, whatever it was. As she showed them out, I saw her nod to Simon. I could see she seemed to like him although I didn't have a clue why.
I hoped she hadn't agreed to go on a date with him. She was much too good for him in my opinion and would be selling herself short with him. She could be a classy lady, he was a sleaze. Apart from that, she was my PA and she was also my mistress. She was of course free to see, fuck or date anyone she wished, it was me who needed her permission to do any of those things. I was also a cuckold of sorts I guess!
"What were you talking to him about?" I asked her as she returned to my office.
"Er, do you want to re-phrase that? She said, her wide eyes staring at me questioningly with some anger in her expression.
"Sorry...err....would you tell me what you were talking to Simon about please, Miss" I stutteringly amended. We had an understanding. In work when in company with anyone else I was still the boss, she was still the secretary. When we were alone, I had to talk to her as I normally do, as my domineering mistress.
In the atmosphere at work I always found it difficult to remember this. There is no-one more senior than me in the whole building and most of the time, I talked authoritatively to people. Having to call her Miss and be meek and mild and submissive in my own office was downright weird and deliciously erotic.
"That's better my little slut. Although I do think you should know better by now than to ask me any direct questions; you really should know your place by now. I will tell you anything I feel you need to know when I think you need to know it. As you did have the cheek to ask I will tell you on this occasion. I was arranging to meet the boys for a drink after work. In fact it's nearly home time so I'm going now. I've told them I'm bringing a friend. That's you. I assume they will think I want to get into Simon's pants and that I'm bringing someone along for Jeff. They'll get a shock when they see it's you."
My soul sunk in despair. It was a weekday, I'd not yet finished a long, horrendous day at work and now I had to go on a night out with two guys I despised. Listen to more of their sexist bullshit and arrogant boy talk and pretend to be into them. Of course, knowing Kirsty as I did, there was little limit on what I might have to do with Jeff. I'm not a particularly superficial person but it had to be said, I found Jeff physically repulsive.
