Rising late Leonora helped the other pets, some younger and some older, prepare for Saturday evening. Leonora hadn't the slightest recollection of serving her group of guests, again and again into the early hours of Saturday morning.
Jonathan took her to one side preparing her for a guest with particular requirements. After six months of deeply embedded instruction it was simply a matter of telling her the role she was to play.
Walking back to the main room the instructions permeated into her subconscious leaving her without a clue as to what had transpired between them.
The guests arrived and she joined them. Still thinking of the silly party girl as a waitress she was relieved to take on a more mature role at this evening's party. Perhaps that had all been a dream or a mistake. That was it, it was a mistake and she was being rewarded.
In an expensive business suit she stood with a drink in hand talking to a wealthy man she had been introduced to simply as Kirk. She still wasn't sure if it was his first name, or should she call him Mister Kirk.
He was tall and wore a dark blue silk suit with razor sharp creases. The greying hair at his temples leant a certain dignity to his upright baring. He looked like an army major rather than a major player in the commodities market.
Her dark hair was tied in a bun perched upon the back of her head and she wore just a touch of makeup. Leonora was relaxed as they pleasantly discussed a market segment she was familiar with. This was more to her liking and more fitting to her status.
"It's rather warm in here do you mind if I remove my jacket, sir?" she asked. Calling him 'sir' smartly avoided the issue of his name.
He courteously helped and folded it neatly over the back of a chair.
The loose skirt was short and the white blouse tight about her ample bust. Under the blouse a corset held her breasts into a long cleavage without covering the nipples.
She was completely unaware her nipples showed darkly through the starched white cotton. She didn't feel self-conscious at all as he looked into her eyes not down the deep cleavage.
She pressed her thighs together feeling the stocking tops rasp. A tingling sensation between the legs warmed her nether lips. She hastily flicked a wet tongue over her lips and immediately hoped it wouldn't be interpreted as being suggestive.
In a moment of distraction her hand knocked the jacket off the chair and she quickly bent to pick it up. In the shiny black high heels it was awkward and Leonora made a mess of what should have been a careful curtsy.
Bent over the chair she presented a white panty clad bottom framed by suspenders and black stocking tops. Straightening up she carried on the conversation unaware of the slip-up.
Listening to his advice she unconsciously twisted a button on the blouse loosening it another notch. She was still feeling hot. She looked down her nose at a silly little pet serving drinks as she helped herself to an ice-clinking glass from a silver tray.
She was enjoying herself. She again tightened her thighs rubbing them together, squeezing the lips of her pussy. This powerful man was beguiling. The room was hot and his serious commanding presence was doing something to her.
Unaware of the squirming motion Leonora gave no thought to the compunction that she must please a man. She continued to converse with utter disregard to her arousal and why she was there.
"You're an impressive young woman. You have a good understanding of the market but what other skills have you developed?" Kirk asked, with a disarming smile.
Leonora felt once again a self confidence as though she were in a business meeting with a client. With a smile she lifted a hand to proudly count off her achievements.
"In the last six months I've cut costs in purchasing by ten percent. I've learnt to relax my throat to take a penis, retrained my department for a new computer system, enjoy the taste of semen, rationalised stock holdings throughout the organisation, strengthened my vagina muscles for a firmer grip, become an asset to the company and a hot party pet," she said proudly.
"You have acquired some very interesting skills, I'm impressed," he told her.
Blanking out the lewd statements she invitingly suggested, "Perhaps you might consider making use of my skills, sir." It was as though she were touting for a position and felt disloyal to her present employer, even a little naughty.
"We should discus it in my office," he told her.
Although a little confused as to why he had an office here she followed anyway. The expansive leather topped desk was worn with countless papers having passed back and forth over the years.
"You have an important position in this company but your mistake has cost a great deal, far too much. I've brought you here to reprimand you, maybe even dismiss you," he warned her in a stern tone.
He looked her over pleased with the way the young woman resembled his haughty executive assistant. Jonathan had met his expectations exceedingly well. Jonathan's office was not up to standard but it would do.
Leonora felt terrible at having let him down so badly. A strong feeling of needing to atone for her wrong doing washed away doubts over what was happening. She just knew she held an important role in this man's organisation and was desperate to hold onto it.
"I'm so sorry, sir. I'll make it up to you I promise. I know I can't ever repay what I lost. Please, sir, don't let me go. I'll do anything you wish. I deserve to be punished for what I did," she rambled on unsure what to say.
She held an important position in the organisation and felt so lowly in this situation, grovelling before the boss. What could she do but submit to his demands to avoid dismissal.
"You are right you'll never be able to pay back the funds you lost through negligence," he said, warming to his theme. The beautiful young woman looked so contrite he almost felt sorry for her. She had him believing the fantasy play. At least his cock did as it stiffened in his trousers.
"You have behaved like a spoilt child rather than the responsible executive I expected you to be. Perhaps that is the solution. A punishment to fit the crime is in order. If you are to remain in this organisation something to remind you to behave properly is called for."
"Bend over the desk. You will remember a spanking young woman. It will bring you down a peg or two," he demanded.
"Oh, sir! I'm an important executive in your company. You can't expect me to..." she broke off unable to face the alternative, being thrown out with the loss of prestige she had worked so hard for.
With one hand on her back he pressed her nose down where she smelt the leather of the old desk.
