I walked from the lift on the 22nd floor. I turned left as that wing was where the A department so called because all my employees were Asian females was situated. I had started my business career in the late 80s brought up by as Gordon Gekko said in the movie Wall Street, "Greed is good." However, in the 2020s I was more like the Wolf of Wall Street, Jordan Belfort, as Donald Trump with a sharpie-signed Executive order had eliminated the Me-Too movement. Now it was money and sex are good.
My mind was distracted, filled with flashbacks of the sexfight between my Personal Assistant, Binh, and Diep, the challenger I had selected. They had fought for the position of my P.A. and number one sexfighter in the department. It had lasted far longer than most contests I had organised so I had a long list of favourite moment memories to replay.
I nodded as I passed the new intern, Vy. She was 18 and had a body a model or porn star would die for. After one look I had hired her, skills untested. Today was her third day as receptionist and like all newbies, she was starting at the bottom of the Corporate Women's World.
From this lowly starting point, she would wear her slut office wear and begin her journey towards extremely high salaries, no-limit credit cards, huge bonuses and first-class travel. A fair exchange for working under a boss like me, and I mean literally working under me in bed. But she like all other women similarly employed, would by simply pandering to their male bosses' wishes have the opportunity to leapfrog other female rivals and gain promotion.
It gave her and the others a chance to prove they were a better woman, not necessarily a better upper management worker, than their rival. However, I am not sure she knew this was the case and probably thought her job was a legitimate one she had obtained through her studies.
My watch showed 11 am, my usual arrival time, and I had to start working soon if I was to finish at my normal 3.00 pm. God, I was working too many hours each day and I made a mental note to arrive later or leave earlier or maybe work a 4-day week.
Binh my 25-year-old Vietnamese Personal Assistant sat in my expansive, modern office. Her looks and fucking of me and clients and in winning sexfight contests against my staff and in contests with rival firms were more responsible for her position than her business skills.
But I must keep you up to date. She sat at her desk with her appearance and clothes completely different to normal. Her confident, magazine-cover face was gone, replaced by a downcast appearance and eyes that were still red from crying all night. The shapeless garment she wore hung loosely on her 32B 23 33 body and replaced the skintight, nightclub wear she always wore. Her once meticulous makeup was now a bare face with no eye makeup. There was a very good reason for this. And that reason was Diep.
Diep entered my office in true corporate slut-wear. The expensive material of her tailored, made to fit ultra-short, pleated miniskirt, and semi-transparent blouse clung to her body. True her 30A 21 32 figure did not match Binh's, but it did not matter. She had claimed victory before me in the long office sexfight contest yesterday with the younger Binh. The same one I had been replaying in my mind on the way to my office. Her 35-year-old body, balanced on 4-inch heels, though not as eye-catching as Binh's, displayed her slim, taut body to its best. Everything about her showed a newfound confidence that proclaimed victory.
Yes, Diep, after her victory over Binh, was now my P.A. and number one in my department and was in my office this morning to claim her territory. Her blouse was sheer enough to display her tits, which were pushed up by a bra that supported and covered only the under third. Two hard nipples faced me. Binh's eyes narrowed at the sight of Diep's transformation, but Diep didn't seem to notice or care. She strutted around the office with her hips swaying in a way that suggested she meant business. Business that was bad for Binh, I suspected.
As she walked the pleats of Diep's mini skirt swayed around the tops of her thighs enough for me to see she wasn't wearing a thong. Her outfit was based on the standard corporate attire that all women in my department wore, but as the number one hers was more extreme. A glance at the glass door showed me a reflection of the skirt rising and falling to display the taut curves of her arse cheeks. If it was her intent on her first day as P.A. to make me horny, she had succeeded.
She turned and strode to Binh's desk and my cock hardened as a worried Binh watched Diep approach. Diep noticed it too, knowing full well it was the first sign of surrender from Binh and that there would be no immediate challenge from Binh.
Why was Binh at work today? Why had she not quit, you ask? There were two reasons. First, the pay and benefits were too good to throw away and start at a lower level with another firm. More important was the second. Binh hoped in the near future she would earn a chance to challenge and defeat Diep and regain the position she had held for 18 months.
"Boss, I believe it's time for Binh to fulfil her part of the sexfight loss before we shift her out of your office and into L section." L section was comprised of the losers, the lowest and the learners.
I nodded my agreement as she knew I would. Binh looked at me with resentment, but she knew the rules. Defeat gave the winner the right to use the loser. She had accepted the rules and lost, and with that loss came the price she would now pay. She tried one last gesture of resistance striding over to Diep with an exaggerated swing of her hips and leant forward, pressing out her bigger tits, offering them up in a silent challenge. Diep, unfazed, took a step closer. She knew it was a last desperate bluff but she had the victor's rights and was going to use them to break Binh.
Binh capitulated as Diep knew she would and backed down mumbling out the words, "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to make sure you understand your place," Diep confidently replied and my fuck meat grew in hope.
Moving quickly, Diep grabbed a handful of Binh's hair and yanked her head back. Binh gasped as Diep leant in and hissed, "You will serve me sexually, and you will do it well." Diep's hand slithered down Binh's neck, her fingers caressing her skin. Then she quickly ripped Binh's shapeless tent dress off and Binh's breathing grew faster and more shallow as Diep ordered her to spread her legs.
Binh turned her face and tits to me in a silent appeal, but I found something of interest to look at on my desk. It was enough. Any defiance Binh had left in her crumpled as she knew by my actions, I was not going to employ the mercy rule. Her past sex and achievements with me now meant nothing. Binh complied with Diep's order, edging her legs apart and leaning back against my desk.
