At Ones Beck And Call

How It All Began

It happened when I was just 12 years old...

One minute I'm playing with my friends in the backyard and the next, my parents are rushing me to the Emergency Room.

The doctors were able to save my life, but just in the nick of time--I had gone into anaphylactic shock. At first, they believed I must've been stung by a bee...so once I had recovered, they sent us on our way armed with an EpiPen in case it happened again.

We didn't even make it home...before I had my second attack. Mom jumped into the backseat and jabbed me with the pen while my dad drove like a maniac all the way back to the hospital.

Specialists were called in; soon they were able to reach a diagnosis--I had a very rare, but life-threatening, sun allergy.

I was moved to a dark candle-lit room while my home was being renovated. UV-filtering- films had to be applied to all of the windows, for starters. Plus, I would need a spacesuit of sorts (along with special boots, gloves, and full head coverings) to protect my skin.

To say my parents were overprotective, might be an understatement. They certainly wouldn't let me go outside unless absolutely necessary. (Which, pretty much meant, just when I needed medical treatments-- playing with friends...attending school...all gone.)

Then it got worse, by the age of 14 my severe allergic reaction could also be brought on by artificial light sources.

I spent a whole month in the hospital while my parents converted our basement into a bunker-apartment.

To say my parents loved me, would be an understatement. They never gave up hope of finding me a cure, but after a dozen different treatments, we all had to face reality--I would have to confront this cruel world eventually, just as I was.

I throw myself into my studies and graduate near the top of my cyber charter high school. Then I decide to pursue a dual-major: International business & French.

I'm about to turn 24...it's time...I tell my parents...they put on a brave face. Then I begin to send out my applications.

So many rejection letters...then finally I strike gold! A pharmaceutical company looking to expand into Europe... AND they are more than willing to accommodate all of my medical needs...my office will be built to the exact specifications.

Also...if I'm interested in throwing my hat into the ring, the CEO needs a personal assistant who knows French and he is about to start interviewing candidates.

Monday

I arrive in my space suit; security already knows the drill so they escort me to HR. I sign a bunch of paperwork then they give me my badge and show me to my office.

Of course, I was cognizant of all the buzz as I walked the hallways...so many whispers. No doubt they also think I'm grotesque... that's fine, the joke is on them...but I'm not going to deliver that punchline. Who I really am...that's about to become just between me...and the CEO.

Yes, there is a method to my madness.

I spend much of the rest of my day with the IT gurus, setting up my various accounts. I send out my first email...to my new boss... telling him I'm absolutely ready to hit the ground running.

His secretary calls me soon thereafter... could I work late because the CEO would like to meet me...but he'll be tied up with company lawyers all day. I agree...

5 o'clock comes and goes, as does 6...then 7...finally, at 7:30 pm...he rings my bell. I don my protective gear then usher him in...

It's him...the man I saw on the Business Channel not too long ago... but he doesn't seem as confident when he reaches out to shake my gloved hand.

I then secure the door behind him...so I can remove my facemask... He's the most powerful person I've ever met... but still a man...susceptible to pure, innocent beauty.

I shake my head so my golden locks perfectly frame my face... yes, I have certainly practiced this movement before.

He is dumbstruck...then I slowly strip out of my cocoon. It's pure choreography... I bend this way so he can glimpse my cleavage, then I bend that way so he gains and appreciation for my ass.

He's speechless so I finally have to take his hand and say how much I'm looking forward to working with him. He is all grins then takes the seat opposite my desk.

I had already, purposely, lowered his seat... to telegraph...that he's beneath me...and I'm in charge. Seriously, with all the time I had on my hands, I had also pursued other interests of mine--primarily psychology. A powerful man would have lots of options... how do I make him mine?

He gives me his pitch about the company, it's well-rehearsed I'll give him that much. Then blah, blah, blah, Europe, blah, blah...

I've kicked off my shoes already...so now just put my bare feet up on my desk...and begin to stretch out my toes toward him.

His eyes betray him... even the best poker player has a tell...and his is this--he might be running an international conglomeration but right now ALL he wants to do is nibble my dainty feet.

I realize this as soon as he does. Even more so, I can practically read his mind...he wants to show me the world, become my mentor and help advance my career! Of course, his intentions are pure...no other agenda.

I rise then thank him for coming to see me. I'll be right here...whenever he needs me... I'm totally at his beck and call.

He positively stumbles back to his office... nobody knows that his fantasy has come to life and she's right here...anytime he needs her...nobody would think twice about why he's spending so much time with his assistant...because everyone thinks she is some deformed oddity... so only he knows, he's just met his muse...his goddess!

Tuesday

He stops by in the morning to ask if I could write a letter for him to the CEO of some French company. I assure him I will do so then inquire about the company gym.

Me: "I know this is a big ask...but I like to work out daily... keep my girly figure... and the company gym is all windows...so a huge problem for me."

Him: "How can I help?"

Me: "You are obviously quite fit... do you, by any chance, have your own private executive workout gym?"

Him: (he gulps) "Yeah, it's one of the perks that comes with the job. There's also an exclusive whirlpool, sauna, and shower."

He's not sure why he's divulged that type of information... but I know.

Me: "So...would it be alright with you... if your private spaces could be renovated... to accommodate my needs as well?"

No hesitation, he nods in the affirmative and pledges he'll get right on that.

Wednesday

The two of us have an important conference call... I'm his translator... the go-between... I take the other guy's French, turn it into English... then take my guy's English and relay it back in French.

It all goes very well... my guy couldn't be more pleased... then I remove my shawl to reveal my thin, flimsy, flesh-colored see- through blouse with plunging neckline.

He calls his secretary... please reschedule his next meeting... something has come up.

I act like the reason he's still here is totally professional; I take out a notebook & pen.

He mummers something to himself...then takes a seat. I'm wearing a necklace... a simple chiseled arrowhead that hangs low...and points at the cleft between my breasts.

He tries to concentrate on my face, but then spots the necklace...then he is transfixed by the optical illusion that I am completely topless.

I allow him a long while to admire my assets then I say... "It's Native American."

He shakes his head like I've just woken him from some sort of trance. Then gathers himself together enough to say, "Yes, that's a lovely flint arrowhead you've got there."

I smile then ask about what he wants to do. He's not sure about my meaning... I remind him about the earlier call and maybe he wants me to write another letter?

Yes, he does...that's right. He closes his eyes then composes what he wants to say. I write it all down then promise to have it ready by tomorrow morning.

His face is flush, he stands. I jump up and run over...to adjust his tie for him.

Me: "Whoops, I think I made that worse."

I then quickly untie it, drape it over my shoulder while raising his collar. I gaze into his eyes and give a whimsical apology.

Then I step back so he can watch me put the tie around my neck. Another thing I've carefully practiced. I then wiggle out of it then place the loop over his head and cinch everything expertly into place.

My sexy scent on his tie...will waft and titillate him throughout the day.

Thursday

When I arrive to my office, he's already there waiting for me. I apologize if I'm late, I didn't know the letter was that important.

He quickly says it's no problem...he was in the area...and has only been waiting a couple of minutes.

I remove my headpiece then ask if he'll turn around so I can get dressed. He's clearly confused so I explain that I like to keep my professional wardrobe here...it's easier that way... otherwise, my outfits would be all wrinkled by the time I arrived.

Me: "I'm sure you know most women walk to work in sneakers then change into their real shoes at their desks?"

Him: "I guess so..."

Me: "So I have to take that approach to the extreme... Please, eyes front!"

He stares straight ahead as I wiggle out of my space suit. That's a good boy, I think to myself, but now I'm going to turn up the heat. He is already acutely aware that I'm undressing...

I take my time opening and closing the various dresser drawers. Then I walk up behind him and drape a matching set over his right shoulder--pink lace panties & bra.

I can see him exhale hard... I leave him standing there while I decide on my dress.

His head is tilted...definitely fixated on my girly lingerie. I act like this is perfectly normal behavior...I'm now off to his side... so I can peel off my teal cotton panties while he watches from his periphery.

I casually lay those over his left shoulder then lean on him as I remove my matching socks and add those to his collection.

He now knows, for certain, that I am totally naked...and right behind him. All he has to do is turn around...but I know he won't.

I apologize for the wait...he says 'not a problem'... I slowly pull my delicate, pink undergarments from his shoulder. Then I slip on my dress... step into my shoes... and suddenly appear before him.

Me: "Voila!"

Him: (startled) "Whoa there...wow."

I take the letter I've written then put it into a nice crisp folder. I hand it to him... he nods and says he's grateful.

Me: "Oh, my god. My socks...I'm so sorry... did I do that?"

Him: "What...how...what?"

I grab the socks but nudge the panties so they slide down off his shoulder in front of him. He instinctively catches them, though I pretend not to notice. I run to drop my socks into my hamper.

Me: "So what do you have on tap today?"

Him: "I need to address the shareholders. Then...well, my calendar is full...meeting after meeting."

Me: "I wish I could see you in action..."

Then he realizes I'm about to walk around his back...he's literally holding the panties I had just stripped off. He puts them in his right trouser pocket without hesitating.

I look him in the eye...then tell him, "You've got this, slugger!" (a double entendre--I can actually see the hard bulge in his pants).

Friday

I don't hear anything from the executive office all day... maybe he's already told HR I need to be fired.

Whatever! Fortune favors the brave... I have no regrets. I spend my day dedicated to the cause...my real job...then soon it's 6:00 pm. I'm just about to don my suit to head home when my doorbell rings.

I pull down on the latch then step back in case any light enters in...it's my boss, the CEO.

Me: "What happened? You look like you've been run over by a truck!"

Him: "Yeah, it's been one of those days."

I pull his jacket off then hang it on my chair, I come back to undo his tie...and unbutton his shirt a bit.

Me: "There you go...much more relaxed."

Him: "Thanks. The reason I'm here is to let you know that my gym is now also yours."

He hands me a key and I gush, "thank you!"

Me: "If you don't have to run off...could you maybe give me the grand tour?"

Him: "Ahhh, sure, I guess. Let me call my driver real quick."

The CEO pulls out his mobile then I hear him tell his driver there's been a change of plans. He glances at me as he says 'it'll be another hour...or so.'

I tell him I've been looking forward to using the whirlpool ever since he told me about it. I run to my dresser then pull out a yellow bikini.

Me: "Please face in that direction."

He does...and there's a mirror there (which I've already expertly placed) ... and it immediately captures his eye. Then I move onto center stage off to his side...so he can watch my reflection--I get naked.

Me: "Okay, just give me a minute and I'll be ready to roll."

Him (gasping): "No worries--take your time."

I slowly change into my skimpy swimwear...then climb into my special suit. I turn to face him; he offers me his hand.

We take the elevator to the 7th floor; the gym is attached to the Executive Office. Nobody is around, can't blame them because it's a Friday so best to get a jump on the weekend.

He tells me to try out my key, which I do excitedly. I reach my plastic card up and hold it against the small black box and then the door magically unlocks and opens.

Once safely inside, I pull off a single glove to check my environment. If there's a problem, I will immediately begin to blister...but, no everything is just fine. I remove my suit, then give him a warm hug.

Looking around, I am stunned at how nice it is. I knew 'Rank has its Privileges' but, Wow!

Him: "Do you... like it?"

Me: "It's incredible. How can I ever thank you? Seriously...you're the best boss ever!"

He introduces me to all the equipment then guides me into the next room, which has a whirlpool and a sauna.

Him: "That timer button turns on the whirlpool...and if you want to use the sauna, you need to turn that dial to your desired temperature then wait until that light turns red. So you know it's ready."

As the jets begin to power up, I begin to dip my feet into the water.

Him: "So then the shower is right through that door...and that's the tour. I guess I should be leaving now...have a nice weekend."

Me: "What? You need this more than I do. You need to live a little... go put on a swimsuit."

He's kinda frozen in place but he doesn't avert his eyes--I slowly walk down the stairs and take my seat.

I get used to the water then slide off the bench so I can fully submerge. I hold my breath as long as I possibly can then shoot up out of the water to stand.

My nubile body is pink and glistening...I slowly turn as I squeeze the water out of my hair...I want to give him the full tour as well. My swimsuit, by design, is now almost completely see-through.

He acts like he's about to join me...then points out that the towel rack is empty so he's going to have to run back into the shower room to fetch them...

I give him my best pouty face before sitting back down in the water. He is still there so I begin to bounce up and down every now and then so he can glimpse my girls.

He can see I'm a playful pixie and that my nipples are hard...then he begins to feel his own erection coming on. He takes his leave to grab me a towel.

Once inside the bathroom, he immediately drops his pants; his cock is already straining...he only has to stroke a couple of times before he is shooting his load into the sink. Then he's lightheaded...can't believe how powerful that was. He rinses out the sink then splashes cold water onto his face.

After he collects... and reprimands himself... he walks back out carrying a very large plush spa towel. The best money can buy.

As I walk out of the water, I'm raising my hands over my head to telegraph that he should wrap the towel completely around me. He does then carefully tucks the ends in place so I'm secured in the back.

I ask him about a hairdryer, he blushes then admits there's not one... but he'll grab me another towel. He scurries off...

When he returns, I don't take it from his hand; rather, I nod my head towards him and hold until he begins to dry my hair. He is firm but gentle... when he pulls that towel off, I quickly kiss him on his cheek...

I know immediately that had the desired effect because he instantly blushed.

Me: "Well, I best be going...I need to catch that train."

Him: "Dressed like that?"

I giggle then tell him I forgot about my clothes...that this spa towel was so warm and snug it kinda felt like a sweater dress.

Me: "Slight problem...I'm trapped...could you please undo the back for me?"

I turn around, his hands do something, my towel is now open and he is holding it out in front of me. I rotate my bikini top so I can unfasten it then wiggle out of my bottoms. I toss both items on the floor.

I hear him deeply exhale...my exposed back right in front of his face, my bare ass just a glance downwards. I allow him all the time he needs to drink me in...

Minutes pass...will he make his move? No, he finally snaps out of his trance then pulls the ends of the towel back so I can pin them under my arms.

As I walk towards the ladies' room, I carefully place one foot in front of the other so my butt rhythmically jiggles.

When I emerge, he insists on driving me back home. I protest but he's not taking 'no' for an answer...that's final.

I finally give in. Okay, also part of my plan...why shouldn't he know where I live... he might be in the neighborhood some time.

The driver is definitely taken aback at my appearance...he's not been clued in, why would he have been? The CEO has a private conversation with him as I climb into the back seat. I don't mind...I used to be...but I've gotten over all that drama.

The driver asks and I give him my address. He drives, constantly looking at me in his rearview mirror... I could scream, 'take a picture already!' but he's a doll baby.

All the traffic is heading into the city so we make great time. The driver opens my door and as I step outside, the CEO wants to know if he could escort me to my front door. I giggle, then say I appreciate the gesture but I'll be just fine.

Me: "Have a nice weekend!"

Him: "You, as well. Goodnight..."

The car doesn't pull away until I've walked safely up my driveway and onto my porch. I turn and wave, so he knows I appreciate his concern for my welfare.

2nd Week on the Job

Mid-week I make arrangements to meet the CEO in the gym after-hours. When he arrives, he notices I've already showered and am wearing a plushy bathrobe. I'm not using the belt, though, so the hem hangs loosely at my sides and it's clear I'm fully nude underneath.

He also sees that I've already set up his executive massage table.

Him: "Oh, I forgot...so I used to have a massage therapist on retainer. This job is just so demanding...and she's a real miracle worker. Anyway, she moved and I haven't really had the chance to find another."

Me: "Yeah, I've kinda done my homework already."

Before he has a chance to say anything...I tell him I bought Swedish massage oil...and that he needs to get completely undressed and lie face-down on the table.

Him: "Wait. This isn't part of your job responsibilities... don't feel like--"

Me: "Oh, I'm more than willing. And, even if I have no formal training, I've done some considerable internet research...so you can trust me."

He doesn't have the slightest idea what to say...I tilt my head towards the table then turn around to give him some privacy.

I listen to the sound of him undressing--picturing every move in my mind's eye. Then I hear the table as he climbs up on top of it and centers the weight of his body.

I dial up the spa music channel on my phone app and let the melody wash over his body. He begins to relax...