I sealed my fate on the way home that night by depositing the cheque in my bank account. The young girl behind the counter looked at the large cheque with interest. "Nice little deposit," she said, smiling, as she wrote down the amount. I wondered to myself what she would have thought if she knew what I was about to do for it.
The following morning, I was extremely nervous about what I was about to do. I took some care dressing. I still did not know what to expect, but after yesterday's interview with Mellor, I realised that what ever I put on would probably have to come off at some stage during the day.
I had been told by Mellor to report to a Miss Martin. She would take care of me and explain my duties, and would also show me where I would be working.
Miss Martin turned out to be a tall attractive woman in her mid to late forties. She looked smart in a dark business suit and crisp white blouse. She smiled when I walked into her office, looking me up and down. "So, you are our new girl," she said. "I must compliment Keith on his choice."
She told me that while I was there, I would be working for all the members of the management team. I noticed she smiled when she said working. She obviously knew what I would be doing. "When you are not required for your other work, there will be some non-essential office work for you to do to fill in your time."
She then led me to an office. It was one of the first along the corridor. On the door, there was a small brass plate with the words, Corporate Entertainment Department. I smiled.
She opened the door. "This is where you will be located for the next four weeks," she said. "I do hope you are going to enjoy your stay with us, as much as the management team is going to enjoy having you," she smirked at me. "I think you will find everything you require in here." She looked at her watch. "I'll leave you to find your way around and make yourself at home. You have an appointment with the group director, Mr. Hinkerman, at eleven this morning."
I was then left alone in my new office. It was very nice and comfortable. I noticed at once that all the personal things I had on my desk in the other building had been brought over. I decided to look around. In a large cupboard, I found, to my surprise, a comprehensive selection of clothes, all new and in plastic bags. Below the hanging clothes were a series of drawers. These contained underwear and accessories, again all individually wrapped. I was more than a little surprised to find that all the clothes were my size.
There was a tap on the door. It opened and a pretty blond head popped round. "Would you like coffee, Miss?" the pretty young thing asked.
"Please," I said, "That would be very nice."
She made her way in pushing a small trolley on which were cups, and a large flask of coffee, and another that contained milk. I saw she also had an interesting selection of fancy cakes and biscuits. She told me that her name was Rose; she explained that it was her job to serve all the offices along the corridor. As we chatted, I could not help but notice her outfit. It was extremely short, and showed an awful lot of her long shapely legs clad in dark stockings. When she bent down to reach a small plate on the lower shelf of the trolley, I was able to see the tops of her stockings and an inch or so of white thigh.
I also noticed, as she leaned over to place my drink on the desk, she was exposing a lot of cleavage. They certainly seemed to like their women to show themselves off over here, I thought to myself.
After a coffee and a large portion of blueberry cheesecake, I continued my exploration of my new office. I found I had a large washroom complete with shower. Alongside, a large illuminated mirror was set above a well stocked dressing table. They had certainly thought of everything. On returning to my desk, I checked through the in tray, and found it contained mostly filing and other mundane office tasks.
Just then the phone rang. I picked it up. "Samantha, Corporate Entertainment," I said in my best phone voice. It was Mr. Hinkerman on the line and he wanted me to come along to his office as soon as possible.
I checked myself over in the washroom mirror, adjusted my make up, and with butterflies starting in my stomach, made my way up the corridor. I found his office to be the last one on the left. I steeled myself and knocked and a voice called for me to come in.
This office was twice as big as Mellor's and was a lot more luxurious. They certainly believed in their comforts over here at the head office. The man sitting behind the desk was quite good looking, with iron-grey hair and dark piercing eyes. He looked me up and down as I walked in. "So, you are our new young lady, Samantha," he said. "Sam for short, I guess?" I nodded smiling. "You are very pretty," he said, "Very pretty, indeed. Have you been informed of your duties?" he asked.
"I think so, sir." I said
"Good," he said, "But there is just one thing. In the future when I call you, I would like you to be already undressed, unless, that is, I require you to wear something specific."
I nodded. "Yes, I will remember that in the future, sir," I said. My God, I thought, that means I'm going to have to walk about the place naked.
"You want me to undress now?" I asked.
He nodded. "Please, my dear, I have some important clients arriving shortly and I need you around as a distraction." He smiled to himself.
I walked over to a chair and began to slowly undress. He did not seem to be taking a lot of interest in what I was doing. He just kept giving me a cursory glance now and again as he sifted through some paper work. I was just about to remove my panties when there was a knock on the door, and a much younger guy in shirtsleeves walked in. "Hi, dad, can I have a quick one with you?" he said. Then he suddenly noticed me. Well, why wouldn't he? I was standing there in just my brief panties. He grinned and walked over to me. "So, this is the new girl," he said, smiling at me and looking me over.
Mr. Hinkerman looked up. "Sam, this is my son, Martin."
He held out his hand. I reached out and shook it feeling a little exposed in just my rather brief panties. I saw him looking with interest at my breasts and my already aroused nipples. "She is a very attractive young lady," he said, turning to his farther. "Will she be available later?"
His father shook his head. "I doubt it. I have the two buyers from Landers coming along at any minute, and if last time was anything to go by, she won't be."
Martin shrugged his shoulders. "Never mind," he said, turning back to look at me. "We will have to get together later, but I can't wait that long to see your pretty pussy, so if you wouldn't mind." He looked at my panties. I felt a little humiliated by his comment, but I knew what I was expected to do, so I slipped them down and stood there naked for his inspection. I could see from the expression on his face that he liked what he saw. Then he just turned away and began to chat with his farther. With a last glance at my naked body, he smiled and left the office.
Mr. Hinkerman told me to take my clothes and put them in his wash room. When I returned he told me to come over to his desk. He watched me as I walked over towards him with nothing to cover my nakedness but my hold ups and heels. He looked me up and down and commented that I looked good. He asked me to turn around so that he could inspect me from all angles. It still felt a little strange being naked in front of someone whom I had just met, but I knew from now on and for the next four weeks, I was just going to have to get used to it.
He then explained that this morning I was going to act as his secretary during the meeting, and that I should take notes that I could type up later. He also mentioned that the buyers who were coming could get a little playful. "But I'm sure there will be nothing you can't handle," he said with a smile. He also mentioned that Rose had already left coffee and some other drinks along with a selection of food for lunch. It was in the small kitchen at the rear of the office, and I would be expected to serve it later.
A buzzer on his intercom suddenly sounded, and when he pressed the intercom, a voice announced his visitors had arrived. He told me to take up my place on a straight backed chair at the side of his desk; it was facing the two chairs that had already been placed there for his visitors. I was now beginning to feel very nervous and more than a little apprehensive just sitting there totally naked awaiting the arrival of his two visitors.
There was a knock on the door; it opened and two men entered. There eyes lit up immediately when they saw me. Then they nodded at Mr. Hinkerman. "Nice to see you have everything ready for us, Paul," one of the men said, smiling.
