After a long, post-Covid lockdown struggle, Erin finally landed a job using her business school degree. Executive Secretary sounded so good to her; she started designing her business card in her head. She got a call yesterday from the Accounts Administrator, welcoming her aboard. Maria sounded quite delightful as she reminded Erin of her start time, what she'd need to bring for HR to set up her records, and of course, the dress code. "Let's see... you'll be here on Tuesday. High heels, flowing skirt, white top. You want to impress the owner, Karl, who will be stopping by tomorrow. And Jim, your boss, will want you looking your best."
Formal Dress
The HVAC firm had multiple subcontractors working out in the field, so Karl and Jim were often on the road. But they both would be there to meet the new hire, Jim in the morning but Karl not arriving until after lunch. Erin chose a black skirt, tight around her rounded butt, flaring until it reached her mid thigh and finished with an uneven crepe that touched one shoe but rode high on her other leg. Her top was a simple white shell, finished with a brightly colored silk scarf and sparkly earrings. Since she was 5'11" she chose a low heel so as not to call attention to her height.
Right at 9 she walked into the office and saw a tall, good looking man with salt and pepper hair and large muscles, filling out his tanned frame. "Come right in, Erin," he said, and she immediately recognized Jim's voice from her Zoom interview last Friday. For some reason his video was turned off at the time of the interview, but she felt a chill emanating from her pussy when she saw him. She resisted the urge to run to the bathroom to tend to it, and instead came into his office.
As she stepped in, he looked her over, slowly, starting with her wavy auburn hair and moving down to her rather stunning lips, long neck, and on to her firm 36 C breasts, nipples erect from nerves, showing off their length and puffiness. He signaled her to twirl, which she did, held by the magnetism of his eyes. Her long legs and firm ass brought a smile. But when he got to her shoes, he put one hand on his chin, and rested his elbow on his other crossed arm.
"Hmmm, no this won't do. Didn't Maria tell you of our dress code? Today is high heels, to remind us of our ability to rise above any problem."
"Oh, I'm sorry, she did say high heels, but I'm tall..." Erin stammered.
"It's not for others, it's for you. Karl instituted this program, based in empowering our employees to remain always aware of their abilities." Erin looked down and saw that Jim had 2" lifts on his shoes. The light started to go on for Erin. "We announce at the end of the work day what tomorrow's code will be. It's all in the employee manual you'll get from HR. For now, Maria will help you out."
Jim pressed a button on his phone and Maria came in. She immediately saw the problem and, with a nod from Jim, brought Erin into a storeroom. There, shoes of every color and style, height and designer name, were neatly arranged on the shelves. A padded wide bench gave them a place to sit. "Let's see what we have to work with," she said while taking Erin's foot into her hands, gauging the size. Running her hands over Erin's feet led to a sudden inhale as Erin relaxed into the moment. Or tried to, that is. "Relax, we are all family here," Maria said softly. "Do you need me to help settle you down?" Maria asked, her hand running up Erin's leg. Erin again drew a breath sharply, as Maria pressed her hand softly but firmly against Erin's sex. With a gentle gyration, perhaps unintentionally, Erin pressed her rapidly dampening slit against the inviting hand, until Maria found the nub of her clit reaching a tight hardness between her fingers. "I'm always here for you; just tell me you want to try out some shoes." She selected a red-soled pair of stunning black shoes and slipped them on her feet.
Again Erin felt a need to rush to the bathroom to finish what Maria had started, but Jim met her at the door with an approving nod. "Come back to my office and we can talk about your job responsibilities." Erin dutifully followed, and started to take a seat. "No, we start here with this map," he said, pointing to the wall. There a large map of the region had many pins in it. Jim reached his hand in front of her to point to the company's latest project. His arm pressed against her chest as he did so, and her long nipple jumped to attention at his touch. She startled, and wound up pressing back against him, where a long, hard object pressed against her. She felt him press in, which she took to be a sign that he was keeping her from falling.
They took their seats as Jim spent the morning going over schedule and duties, until Karl showed up. Blond hair and tanned skin, equally muscular but far shorter even with his higher lifts, Karl was equally handsome. "Good afternoon Erin! I'm glad to see you are rising above your problems with those lovely shoes. I hope you will now let me take you out to lunch." They left together and headed to a cozy and expensive gourmet French restaurant, where Karl had reserved a corner booth at the back of the dimly lit room. He ordered a $350 bottle of Cabernet, making her promise she would help him finish it; it would be such a shame to let any of it go to waste. Then he said, "please put the menu down. I will order for you." With that he called the waiter over and ordered in perfect French.
Between their third and fourth courses he sat back and looked at Erin. Her body shivered, and a warm wetness filled her vagina, running down her leg. He caught her scent and graciously took his napkin, wiping up the inside of her leg and down the other. Taking a deep sniff of the napkin, he nodded approvingly. He went back to her slit, gently opening it between his fingers, and when more of her juices wound up in his hand he slowly brought his hand to his lips and licked all his fingers dry-- never for a moment breaking eye contact. She closed her eyes and leaned back as he slid his hand under her shell and in through the bottom of her bra until he had her nipple between his fingers, tugging gently. She began a steady moaning with every outbreath.
He reached over to her shell and deftly removed it, catching the front closure of her bra and popping it open. Now topless with both breasts exposed, he let out a low whistle. Her puffy nipple areoles held up her long nipples, now pointing out from her breasts at firm attention. He leaned in, taking her nipples one after the other and sucking long and hard.
