Sheila Buxley had the best job in the world. She had started out in the secretarial pool at Camp Swampy when she was 21 and fresh out of business school. Although her clerical skills were moderate, her personality and willingness to take on new responsibilities soon garnered the attention of General Halftrack, and shortly, he began the process to have her transferred to his office. He was more than aware of the fact that she had a killer body and loved to show it off.
When the General called her in for an interview, Miss Buxley dressed as conservatively as she could. Her skirt was modest, and her blouse, while bordering on transparent, was adequate office attire. The General slyly looked at her full breasts, and tried to guess their size. He had made up his mind the week before in the Officers' Club when her current boss had drunkenly lamented about her slutty attire, but not wanting to fuck him. General Halftrack wasn't interested in fucking, but he did relish an occasional blowjob from a woman as sexy as this.
"Miss Buxley, I must say your credentials are excellent and your present office will be sorry to lose you if we come to an agreement here today. I must say I am concerned that you seem to like wearing outfits that push the boundaries of proper military attire. Do you have any thoughts on this matter?" he asked as he rose from his chair and walked around the desk to her side, close enough to get a hint of her perfume.
He had not noticed that she was wearing hose, but as he approached her, she began to inch her skirt higher on her thighs, finally exposing the lace tops of her silk-encased legs. Looking into his eyes, she knew she had won this battle, saying rather plaintively, "But General, I'm not in the military. Yes, my clothes are a bit stylish, but I like to think I make them sexy. Like my blouse-if I unbutton these two top buttons, don't you agree that the view is much better?" she said as she unfastened the two straining buttons, exposing the tops of the smoothest, creamiest breasts that the General had ever seen. "I mean, anybody could wear this blouse to church, but I like to go other places. My salary won't allow me to spend money on 'work clothes and dress clothes,' so I just have to make do."
Her breasts were rising and falling slightly and her eyes seemed to pull him down to her quivering mouth. He caught himself before he leaned to kiss her, and clearing his throat, said, "Miss Buxley, what you are saying makes perfect sense. You have the job on two conditions. First, I will get you on a clothing expense account so that you may supplement your wardrobe, hopefully with sexy outfits that will open a lot of eyes and make my fellow officers envy me. Secondly, I will require a blowjob on the first Saturday of every month, here on this desk, at nine AM. It must be thorough with all the accompanying fluids cleaned up so that I can make my 10:00 tee time. What's it going to be?"
Sheila Buxley knew a good deal when she saw it and jumped up to hug him, allowing her breasts to bounce and jiggle seductively within the confines of her bra. The hug she gave and the kiss she planted on him sealed the deal.
"Oh, Thank You, General! You'll not regret this. If sexy is what you want, sexy is what you'll get," she said, rubbing his erect cock through his uniform pants. "You want to jump start your benefits?"
"No, not today. I have to go and brag to my buddies. Just be here tomorrow morning dressed to tease!" he laughed, walking her to the door and watching her walk to her car, swinging her ass emphatically. "Not bad for an old fart!" he thought.
The next morning, General Halftrack hurried to his office, but was still unable to get in before Miss Buxley. She was sitting primly at her desk, barely acknowledging his entrance, and dressed conservatively. Wanting to see what the week would bring, he let the matter rest, and noted little change in her appearance until Friday, which was the fourth of the month. This morning, she wore a soft, curve-hugging dress that matched the color of her blue eyes perfectly. When he walked into the office and greeted everyone, she caught his eye and winked seductively. As he sat down, his computer flashed a message from her.
"Call me to your office."
He buzzed her and when she came in, he was glad he was sitting down. Her dress might as well have been transparent. Every soft, delectable curve of her body was outlined by the material of the "Come Fuck Me!" dress. Her nipples pressed against the fabric, creating delightful tents of strained cloth. Hugging her hips, the dress ended at mid-thigh. What he hadn't noticed before was the fact that the front of the dress was held closed by a series of buttons, starting at the hem and ending at the neckline. When she turned to close the door, he saw nothing to indicate panties.
"That is a very nice dress, Miss Buxley," said the General, as she came around the desk and stood at his side.
"Thank you, General. I bought it this week from my special clothing account. Do you really like it?" she asked.
"Oh, yes. It is the model of understated sexiness, and with your body, it's almost as if you have something in mind," he said, inhaling her intoxicating perfume.
"Well, General, we have to get you in the mood for your treat tomorrow. I thought I might wear something special to let you know what you're in for. Would you like me to wear anything special in the morning?" she asked, innocently toying with the top button of the dress.
"Why don't you surprise me?" he answered, feeling his cock stirring in his pants.
"You're sure?" she asked.
"Absolutely. That will be part of the deal. Whatever you choose to wear will be fine. I'm sure you can make a nun's habit sexy," he said, adjusting the front of his uniform as his cock grew.
"I can handle that," she said sweetly, bending down to kiss his cheek lightly. "Oh, by the way, don't leave early today."
"Why not?" he asked.
"Well, one button of this dress will get unbuttoned every half hour until five o'clock. You wouldn't want to miss the show!" she said, as she left his office.
Mentally kicking himself for not counting the buttons, he calculated the number that would be unfastened by the end of the day. Were there that many buttons? Would she flash him on his way to the car? These thoughts, along with Saturday's promise occupied his mind so that he actually got nothing done that morning.
When he went to lunch, Miss Buxley was walking across the office towards him. Several buttons had been opened from the hem of the dress, exposing a pair of silky thighs, almost to their juncture at her pussy. Walking on, he caught her eye and nodded curtly. "I'll be back in an hour," he said, leaving the office.
When he returned, she was sitting at her desk next to his office. He noticed that two of the top buttons had been opened, drawing his eyes to her chest. Wondering what five o'clock would bring, he managed to busy himself until mid-afternoon. Unable to stand it any longer, he buzzed Miss Buxley.
"Could you come in here, please?"
When she came in this time, she took his breath away. Her skirt was still fairly modest, but her top was threatening to expose her magnificent breasts. He could see the curve of each breast, and was delighted by the slight jiggle as she walked to his side. "What do you think?" she asked, as she leaned down, sliding her arm around his neck, drawing his face to her exposed cleavage.
"I think you're fucking fantastic, and if I wasn't in this office, I'd try and fuck your brains out," he answered, slipping a hand into the open top of her dress and cupping her perfect tit.