Sitting in the lobby for my interview so nervous I wanted to scream. Everything just felt...off today. Hands shaking I twist the ring on my right hand thinking about all my mistakes. I worry about the short length of my skirt as it rides up my thighs. I couldn't manage anything better; the dry cleaners gave me the wrong suit. Even a damn rip in my last pair of tights. I hope the interviewer won't notice the hooks on my black stockings. I'll try not to bend over or make any sudden movements. Oh god I'm so nervous.
"Victoria! Mrs. Cherie will see you now."
My eyes widen, heart skipping a beat. A woman? I hope she'll be understanding and overlook the flaws in the way I dressed. I really need this job and no matter what, I'll do whatever she wants. I'm here to please as a good secretary should.
Ushered into a large office, I quickly look around then focus on Mrs. Cherie, the interviewer, as the thick doors shut quietly behind me. I smile brightly and move forward as she greets me with a firm handshake. Her long dark hair and beautiful skin strike me. She's beautiful. My eyes can't help but stare down her body slowly, lingering over the swell of her breasts under her bold blue cardigan and down to her strong legs slipped into leopard heels.
I quickly look up to see the amused expression on her face, one perfect eyebrow slightly arched as she waits for me to finish my inspection. It's clear she understands perfectly what effect she has on me. Oh, how I would love for her to come near me, just for a kiss. She's perfect, a rose with no flaws or tears on the petals. I can smell a hint of her Chanel perfume emanating from her neck. I'm overcome by a sudden desire to bite at it, to taste her. Flustered now, I shake my head and refocus my thoughts. My smile frozen in place I sit and introduce myself. For the next 10 minutes I list my assets, places I've worked. Answering her questions to the best of my ability.
Staring me in the eyes she asks, "Your qualifications are good, you have experience but then so do the other 30 girls I've interviewed. So, tell me. Why should you work here and what sets you apart from the rest?"
"I am very hardworking and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to please you." I reply, my fingers nervously stroking my stockings. Finished, I stare at her cherry red lips, overcome with a sudden thought of slipping my tongue between them.
Focusing again I see a quick smirk flash across her face as if she could read my thoughts. Sitting quietly I try again. "If you tell me to do something, regardless of what it is, no matter how outrageous, I will do it. No questions asked. I know how to please... my voice falters as the interviewer suddenly gets up from her chair, walks around to lean against the front of her huge desk looking down at me appraisingly.
"Mrs. Cherie?"
"Call me Maitresse, little girl. You say you'd do anything would you?" Gripping the arms of my chair she pulls me closer. Leaning in close to my ear, her breath on my neck sends chills down my back and a flush to my cheeks.
"I think I might have the perfect position open for you. One I'm going to personally supervise. Would you like to know what it is?
Hypnotized, I nod quickly, gazing deep into her beautiful blues eyes noticing, almost as an afterthought, that one of them was half blue half brown.
"You say you're ready to do anything, but I think you need to be further trained. You're going to be my dirty little slut, and we'll see how far you're willing to go.
"Yes, Maitresse."
"I knew the minute you came in here with that short little skirt that you were dirty. You look positively filthy in those stockings, Did you think I wouldn't notice the hooks?" Pointing to the floor in front of her she snapped, "Get down."
Stunned at her sudden change I blink and stare with disbelief. Before I can process all that is happening, my body betrays me. My knees have already touched the floor. I stare up at her with my lips open, glossy, unable to speak at the shocking rush of lust tearing through my body. Smiling now she leans down to pet my head, stroking my thick black hair and I turn to kiss her hand.
Smack!
Eyes dark with sudden fury she scolds me. "Did I give you permission to touch me, slut? Don't you dare try to kiss me with that childish sticky gloss you covered those slutty lips in."