Executive Pers

Author's note: Just to say, men who in real life exploit their power like the ones in this story are total bastards. However, this is fiction and the women here are at least given a choice as to whether or not to participate. Character ages are specified in the story, but for the avoidance of doubt everyone is over 18.

Executive Perks - Part 1

Kate Morgan was feeling very confused and a little frightened as she knocked on the door of Margaret Storey. Although Margaret was in theory only a Personal Assistant, she was PA to the Managing Director, Simon Fortescue, and that gave her more power and authority than most of the Board of Directors. Kate had asked for a meeting less than half an hour before because of a strange text she had received on her work phone. She had been expecting to have to wait days for a meeting with so important a person and had been surprised to be told to come up to the sixth floor almost at once.

Because she was had an appointment Kate didn't wait for a response to her knock but eased open the heavy and rather grand wooden door of Ms Storey's private office, so very different from the modern open plan office she worked in four floors down. Nevertheless, she was still nervous and peered round it to make sure it was safe to enter.

Margaret Storey, known to her friends as Maggie, was 34, elegantly and expensively dressed in a smart but somehow feminine and sexy office jacket and trouser set. She was very beautiful by any standard, with strong but attractive facial features, long brunette hair and a killer figure, curved in all the right places, but clearly gym fit. It was widely rumoured that she was more than just Mr Fortescue's PA but his mistress as well. Fortescue was twenty years older than her and married, but somehow that only made the gossip seem more likely to be true.

Currently she was sat behind a large and imposing desk, impassively studying her visitor. Seeing Kate's nervousness, she gave the smallest of smiles and said, "Come in Miss Morgan, have a seat and tell me why you wanted to see me." In truth she knew exactly why Kate was here and was already appraising her suitability for the role for which she had been suggested.

First impressions - the physical ones - were excellent. Kate Morgan, 22, pretty, shoulder length tawny hair, blue eyes, slim figure, about 5'5", was extremely cute and definitely fuckable. She also had a certain air of wide-eyed innocence about her that would appeal to the men. It was attractive to Maggie as well come to that - provided of course that she was not so innocent as to render her useless for the work. The latter point would be tested, provided Kate agreed to proceed to that stage.

Kate sat in a chair opposite Margaret, the desk between them reinforcing who had the power here. "Umm ..." she began, still nervous, but the older woman said nothing, so Kate pressed on. "I received a text this morning on my work phone." She took it out and found the message. "It just said this: 'You are invited to attend an exclusive event with selected colleagues, Friday and Saturday 8

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of November 2024. RSVP whether you wish to attend, but speak to Ms Margaret Storey before replying. Discuss this with no one else.' And that's all it said; nothing about the purpose, where it takes place, why me or anything."

Kate stopped, uncertain what else to say, but Ms Storey appeared unsurprised. "You have been given a rare opportunity Kate," the older woman said, "and there are great rewards attached - if you are willing and able to do what is necessary to get them. But it is not for everyone. The first stage is that I will tell you what is involved and you have a free choice to agree or decline. If you choose the latter, the matter will never be mentioned again, I will deny that his conversation took place if you try to raise it and you will never receive a second chance. On the other hand, if you agree, then there will be tests which I will set and you must pass. Do you understand?"

Kate was bewildered. Sure, she understood what Margaret Storey had just said, but at the same time she had no idea what she was talking about. It all sounded mysterious and rather disturbing. But despite that she said, "Yes I understand," because she did want an explanation and that seemed the way to get it.

"Very well, Kate; the event you have been invited to is a sex party. You and a group of other women who work for the company will meet with some of the male executives and they will fuck you and you will, if you want to get the most from it, agree to do whatever they want."

Maggie Storey had deliberately come out with the truth in this brutal fashion as the first test. She had seen girls get embarrassed, angry, scared. Some had run out the room, a few had tried telling colleagues or even the press, only to find themselves out of a job with no references or prospects. An even smaller number had got it immediately, unfazed that this was the way the world worked. Most, however, did what Kate did now, which was to sit there looking stunned. So she continued her explanation.

"What do you get out of it? Well every girl who attends their first party somehow seems to qualify for the immediate payment of a bonus under the company scheme ranging from £3,000 to £10,000. Further, all first timers get an immediate promotion. If you do well, you will get invited to more parties and get more bonus payments. And the real prize is if one of the Execs takes a liking to you and makes you his PA - like Simon did with me."

Kate realised that she was referring to the Managing Director himself and the surprise of the implication of that remark shook her out of the amazed silence. "You mean ... that you've been to these ... umm ... parties?"

Maggie gave a provocative smile, "I haven't missed one in ten years. I'm getting a bit old for those horny bastards now - they usually prefer the young ones like you - but they know that I'll do whatever they want and do it better than most. No one out-sluts me!" She said it with pride.

Kate's next remark was not what Maggie expected, and gave her the sudden conviction that the tawny haired beauty would indeed be taking up her invitation. "Those bonus payments - there was a range. How do you get the higher ones?"

"Well it's usually about £3,000 if you do the minimum - standard sucking and fucking. Maybe 5 or 6k if you show enthusiasm, interact with the other girls and make sure you get around the guys and have a good time. That gets you invited back too. 7k for a good lezzie show and 8 for anal."

"What about the £10,000?" Kate asked.

"The more kinky stuff. You know: bukkake, DP, water sports, fisting, cum swallowing and swapping, spanking, maybe some light BDSM; whatever they want really. Although that old perverted bastard Watson was the kinkiest and he's retired, so it'll be a bit easier on the girls now."

Kate knew Trevor Watson had been the director of finance until about six months ago. She had no idea what half of the things Ms Storey had mentioned involved, so she just said "You've done that?"

"All of it and more," Maggie said, once more with obvious pride. "No man can find my limits."

"So what happens now?" Kate asked.

"Go home and think about it. Let me have your answer first thing tomorrow. If you say no, then you just carry on working here, it will never be mentioned again and you take the slow road on your career. If you tell anyone about it, it will be denied and you'll lose your job on some disciplinary charge or other. On the other hand, if you agree, come and see me and I'll arrange a small test to make sure you're suitable for the role. After that - well that's up to you; who knows, you might end up behind this desk one day, having the same conversation with some new young slut. Good day Miss Morgan."

Kate took the hint and left.

*****

Kate's decision was easier than Margaret Storey or the company Executives who had decided to add her name to the invitation list might have guessed. Kate looked the model of innocence and in many ways she was, but she was not as naive as they might have thought. In order to finance her way through university, she had opened an "Only Fans" page, on which she had sold pictures and videos of herself, at first in lingerie then, in response to requests, naked and finally using sex toys. Although it had not made her a fortune the income was very welcome, but she supposed it did make her - in the broadest sense of the term - a sex worker.

Much less welcome was what she was doing now. Her company salary was enough to feed and clothe her and pay most of her bills, but the rental she was paying on even the tiny one-bed flat she had found was beyond her means. The landlord had suggested a solution for that. She was paying him in kind with weekly sexual favours. It had been blowjobs at first, and she had convinced herself that wasn't too bad, but recently he had insisted on fucking her. She hated the seedy bastard and she hated herself for agreeing, but she needed a roof over her head and what could she do?

This party offer was a game changer. Even the bonuses would be enough for her to get a better flat with a landlord that wasn't a slimy, abusing git. Ok, she would be in effect prostituting herself, but that was basically what she was doing now and this sounded more up-market, less frequent and much better paying. So it was in reality one of the easiest decisions that she had ever had to make.

The following morning as soon as she got into the office at 8 a.m. she asked to see Margaret Storey. Three quarters of an hour later, she was giving the older woman her decision. Kate Morgan was going to a party.

*****

Or at least Kate was if she could pass Margaret Storey's 'test of suitability'. Two days later Kate received detailed instructions as to when and where to report. It turned out to be Ms Storey's own apartment, one that Kate couldn't even dream of affording. She arrived promptly at 6.30 in the evening as ordered, was admitted through the access controlled doors by Margaret and made her way to flat number 202 on the second floor.

When she was ushered inside, Kate had her first surprise of the evening. Already waiting, and looking even more nervous than Kate felt, was another girl from the office, one she knew by sight but wasn't sure of her name. She was brand new with the firm; an intern fresh from college, a young brown-skinned girl of West Indian heritage. And she was even younger than Kate, just 19. Ms Storey introduced them.

"Right girls, listen carefully. Kate this is Tasha Marshall; Tasha, Kate Morgan."

"Hi Kate, call me Tash," the black girl said, smiling in a friendly way and suddenly looking less scared at the idea of sharing whatever was going to happen. Kate found that smile so warming that she instantly began to like her.

"But you can forget those names for the evening," Margaret continued. "If the men who are coming ask, you are Amy Belle and Naomi."

"What men?" asked Kate.

"Why the fake names?" asked Tasha.

Maggie chose to ignore Kate's question and answer the other one first, in typically blunt fashion. "Because whores don't use their real names of course. For the same reason, you will call me Mistress Strella. Let me explain what's going to happen."

The older woman told them to sit, but she remained standing, giving her an easy air of authority over the two girls. "When these executive parties started it occasionally happened that a girl would agree to it but then on the night would find it all too much and flee the party, which was inconvenient all round. I proposed that I be allowed to vet the girls in advance to ensure they had what it took. That's what will be happening here tonight."

"I have developed a small but lucrative footprint in the world of escorting. I never have sex with my clients - they sometimes pay me for a suitably strict session of 'fem dom' when I feel in the mood and they beg enough - but I procure for them certain beautiful young girls to fuck and they pay me handsomely for the pleasure. Of course, these are the new party girls and that's my test, with the benefit of being a nice side-hustle for me. So, for tonight only, you two will be whores. Four men are coming here to fuck the pair of you; do it well and I might even give you a cut of the money you are earning me, but the real prize is entry to the party."

Kate and Tasha looked at one another, but neither said anything. It seemed they had both made up their minds to go through with whatever it took. Their new 'Madame' gave them the rest of their orders. The men would wear condoms for both oral and vaginal sex and, to the relief of the girls, anal was off limits - the men hadn't paid for that. In contrast the Executive's party would be bareback, but Maggie had no intention of risking these girls contracting an STD in advance. They were to shower, dry and then dress in the lingerie laid out on the bed for them - white for Tasha, red for Kate. The men would arrive at 8 p.m. and stay for an hour and a half.

While they were getting dressed (if you could say that of the lacy see-through teddys, hold-up stockings and high heel shoes which was all that would be wearing, and that probably not for long), the two girls chatted. Tasha's motivation was the same as Kate - money and promotion - but her decision had been eased by the fact she loved sex and was naturally promiscuous - and also bi-sexual. Kate wondered about this revelation - did she like sex that much? She had never really been satisfied by any of her boyfriends. Perhaps she had been missing something?

"Anyway, Tash," Kate said, "lets agree to look out for each other, tonight and at the party. I reckon we can do this!"

"We sure can babe," the black girl laughed. "Ain't nothing gonna stop us!" Kate found herself liking Tasha infectious enthusiasm. This could be the start of a genuine friendship.

*****

When they got to the flat's lounge, it was to find Margaret Storey had changed too and she looked every inch 'Mistress Strella' in figure hugging black leather basque, gloves and thigh boots, with killer heels.

"Right, you two stand here. The guys have texted to say they are ready. I'll let them in and the show can begin. When they are settled, I want you to start with a nice session of lesbian kissing to warm them up."

Shortly afterward, in filed four men; middle aged, white, with nothing especially to distinguish them. The youngest looked about 35, the oldest maybe 55 with the other two in their forties. They showed notable deference to 'Mistress Strella' and handed her bundles of cash, but the two younger girls they openly ogled, seemingly liking what they saw. It suddenly struck Kate that all her lovers had been boys of her own age, filled with enthusiasm but not much skill or patience. These older men would have experience, perhaps of many women, and they would have more control. She suddenly felt certain she was going to get the fucking of her young life that evening.

'Strella' introduced 'Amy Belle' and 'Naomi', but the men offered no names in return, not yet at any rate. They took drinks and sat down, still eyeing the two girls with interest.

"Show the boys what you think of each other, girls," 'Stella' ordered. Kate looked at Tasha. This was where they were supposed to kiss. She had never kissed a girl before, nor wanted to. It wasn't that the idea repulsed her, it was just that it didn't do anything at all. Then she remembered Tash had said she was bi - did the other girl fancy her? It was an odd thought. Still the thing had to be done to pass the test. She moved in closer and their lips met.

Kate found kissing Tasha a much more pleasant experience than she had expected. She had always enjoyed kissing her boyfriends and even if she didn't at once find this erotic, Kate still discovered that Tasha was softer, warmer and less frantic with desire than a man. She began to enjoy herself and was happy enough to press her body closer to her new friend and go with the flow. It was when they came up for air that Kate discovered a sexual charge in what they were doing.

The cause of that was the effect her and Tasha's embrace had had on the men. All four were staring at them goggle-eyed and clearly aroused, while Margaret Storey had a pleased half-smile playing on her lips. The older woman was sat on a sofa, a man on either side of her, stoking their dicks, one in each hand. The other two men also had their cocks out and were slowly masturbating. Kate realised the power that something as simple as her kissing Tasha had over these males, filling them with lust. Her own desire rose and suddenly her clitoris was throbbing and nipples hardening with arousal. She wanted to put on a show for those men.

Kate looked back at Tasha, who read the desire in her eyes and understood. They moved back into a kiss and this time they really went for it, tongues mingling in their mouths, bodies tight together, hands roaming over each other's hair, backs and bums. Kate could hear the sounds of movement and the rustling of clothing being removed, but ignored it, her attention totally on Tasha and what they were doing together. Her pussy was wet, her nipples erect and she could feel the other girl's body reacting in the same way and found she liked that. Kate was still not sure she fancied women as such, but the situation was arousing and she was now enjoying this a lot.

She got no time to ponder this new discovery further as she felt hands other than Tasha's touching her. They broke the kiss to find the men surrounding them, all completely naked and with four hard erect cocks, all clad in condoms, pointing at them and clearly expecting some action. Kate glanced at 'Mistress Strella', who gave a pointing down gesture with her hand. One of her boyfriends had shown her a good deal of porn, mainly so he could tell her what in his opinion she was doing wrong in their sex life, and she at once realised what was expected.

The tawny haired girl sank to her knees and seized a cock in each hand. She took one of them in her mouth and sucked on it. The taste of latex was not great at first, but as she swapped back and forth between the two cocks she slowly forgot that and concentrated on what she was doing. Next to her Tasha was doing the same with her two cocks. One of Tasha's guys muttered that he wanted to try 'the other slut' and withdrew, to be almost instantly replaced by one of the men Kate had been servicing. A minute or two later the other men also swapped and Kate realised she had sucked on four different cocks inside 10 minutes. She had only ever had sex with her three serious boyfriends before tonight; she was now going to exceed that tally in one evening.

Suddenly, by mutual if unspoken agreement, the men moved things on. Kate found herself swept into a bedroom, Tasha along with her. Before she fully took in what was happening she was on her back on the bed, a man kneeling beside her with his cock in her mouth, while another was down between her legs licking her pussy. Here she found her guess that these men would have skills her inexperienced prior partners had not was proved correct. He was a master of the art of cunnilingus and to her pleasured surprise he made her cum within a couple of minutes, a delightful orgasm sweeping through her.

The man knew it too. He got up and she saw his condom encased erection in his hand and that it was one of the forty-somethings. He had a big cock; bigger than she ever had inside her - until now. He moved forward, placed the head of his dick to her vaginal entrance and then slowly drove it inside. She was being fucked by a man whose name she didn't even know and it turned out that he was damn good at that as well.

After that, for the next hour, things became a whirl where it was hard to pick out individual incidents. She was being constantly fucked, often while her mouth or hands were full of another cock. All four men had her, more than once. She was moved into various positions - missionary, her on top, doggy, lying down and being taken from behind - in a constantly changing dance of lust, while next to her on the bed she could see Tasha being used in the same way. And, to her surprise, in letting go all inhibitions she found she loved it.