Amber was led down the side of the open plan first floor office, the 15 or so staff at desks around the office standing or turning in their chairs to see her crawl by. She was acutely aware of the way her bum wiggled from side to side, and she felt her skirt riding up by her hips, her full behind and pussy lips on show to all who cared to look.
Claire gave the leash a little tug as they reached the elevator, which thank god, Amber thought, was the one at the back of the building. If she had chosen to parade her out of the main doors into the lobby Amber was sure she would have screamed and bolted for an escape.
"Sit, Doggy." Krystal commanded with a snigger. Amber sat back with her bum resting on her feet. This was a game they had played before and she knew the ladies loved to treat her in this humiliating way.
For Amber, the scariest part of this whole experience had been realising how hot it made her too. She shuddered as she thought back to when Claire had sent out the company wide email with Amber naked on her office floor, kneeling in acceptance. It had briefly detailed Amber's new role on Fridays and given details of how to send appointment requests for "The Office Slut." Amber's mouth had been full of the taste of Claire's sex, as she had gone down on her under her desk whilst Claire wrote the email.
That following week Amber had been questioned up and down by every girl there, and as instructed, she had told them the story of how Claire had discovered Amber had a fetish for public exposure. It had happened in a bar, and thinking back to those first few weeks sent a shiver down Amber's spine. Amber had been instructed to make sure anyone who asked about it knew that She was the dirty one, the pervert as Claire put it, and that Claire was simply helping her realise a fantasy.
She was shaken out of her quiet reverie by Krystal who leant down and slapped her ass as the lift pinged onto the ground floor.
"Come on, in you get doggie, can't have you sitting here in a puddle of your own excitement can we, you will cause the cleaners no end of bother with the carpet."
Amber scurried forward and turned next to Claire in the lift, as Krystal smiled down at her with the wicked grin that amber knew meant she was in trouble later, Krystal was the most frequent of the girls to book her on Fridays, and made a point of being nasty to her all week too. Amber, for all her protestations (when she could protest, which wasn't possible today after being ordered to silence) was always made uncomfortably hot and red in the face by some whisper or comment from her. Each time she got a text from Krystal it was some disgusting filthy name calling or reminder of what she had been doing, and each time it made Amber blush and come over in a wave of red hot guilt, and it was that shame and guilt that made her so wet between the legs so often these days.
Claire had bought it out of her, it was true, and when Amber was made to tell the story of it to all and sundry it was Claire who got the credit and Claire who Amber had to thank.
The first time she knew that she enjoyed being exposed, or made to humiliate herself, was in a bar, slightly too drunk for a works do as usual, and the 25-year-old Amber had been sat at the end of the night with Claire, who seemed at the time remarkably kind and caring. But after the others had left and it was just them, Claire and Amber had been chatting and Amber had felt like she could tell her anything. She was also desperately attracted to the older woman.
Claire had always had an authority about her which Amber found intimidating in an exciting way. Loosened up by a few drinks she talked about all sorts of personal things, and Claire had asked about women and Amber had reminisced about a lesbian relationship from a few years back.
They had kissed; or rather Amber had lunged at Claire, her boss, awkwardly pushed herself across to her in the booth seats. She had regretted and worried about the kiss instantly, but being drunk she hadn't thought too much about it before. Luckily, it seemed at the time, Claire reciprocated the kiss in a gentle and wonderful way, Amber even now could feel that first kiss.
Then things had changed a little, and Claire shuddered again on the lift metal floor as she remembered Claire taking the dominant position even there after one kiss, telling Amber she would need to ask for permission if she wanted to do that again, and ask nicely, and then, later, telling her she must do other things, things Claire would never normally have considered doing in public, but things that excited her greatly.
To Claire's credit, and to Amber's shame, she had arranged a meeting the following day with her to "verify the facts" as she put it, coldly. Even then at a Saturday Brunch she seemed cool and collected and ever so in control, and Amber felt a little like a frightened puppy. That second day had sealed Ambers fate, when she looked back, confirmed everything to Claire and opened Amber's eyes to what she could do, what she was willing to do.
But those memories had to go back into the recesses of Amber's mind for now, as the lift pinged again and they arrived at their floor. This was a second floor rented out in the large office space by the company they all worked for. There were less office staff here, mainly meeting and conference rooms for selling to clients and brainstorming.
There was a big creative meeting going on in one of the glass fronted conference rooms, and as Amber was led by on her leash and she looked to the side and saw a gaggle of staring faces, grinning at her humiliation.
Mary, one of the senior executives glanced across and shook her head, waving the meeting back to order from her position at the front by a whiteboard. Amber shivered again and felt the heat of her pumping blood across her body and the moistness between her legs. That was always the way with the women who seemed to utterly disapprove of her behaviour,
Claire had been clear in her email that she was taking responsibility for Amber on her Friday adventures and that people who had things to say about it could come to her, but as far as Amber knew the disapproval started and stopped with the glares, the withering looks, the comments behind her back. Claire had never told her about any complaints, but then, why would she?
Floor 2 held all the meeting rooms in one large section, and Amber was led into room 2.6 and the door was shut behind.
"OK Amber, you are here for an important meeting, we have a client coming in and I don't want him to leave unhappy, so you are to provide us some waitress services today, and some entertainment."
Claire spoke quickly as she paced about the room setting the table straight and moving a couple of chairs. There was a long opaque glass table and a large TV screen sat at one end, a sofa and a couple of comfier armchair seats to the side.
"Stand up Amber!" Claire instructed, coming to the end of the table where they had left her after entering. Amber stood and keep her arms at her side, her gaze down, trying not to meet Claire's eyes.
"Now, when Mr. Braithwaite gets here..."
Oh god, it was a man!? Amber thought her anxiety growing.
"...You are to follow instruction like a good girl, understand?"
Amber nodded, keeping her mouth buttoned up
"And Amber, tell me what is the one thing you aren't to do, under any circumstances?"
Amber looked up for a second into Claire's smiling, almost friendly face, although it was hard for Amber to see her as anything but a harsh mistress. She felt panic for a second before deciding to keep quiet and look back at her shoes.
"That's right, good girl, keep quiet. No words, no complaining. Mr Braithwaite won't like that, and I will like it even less, and you don't want to do anything I wouldn't like, do you?"
Amber shook her head, remaining mute should be easy enough, she thought.
Krystal was using the computer and getting a presentation on the screen ready, Amber was ushered to the end of the room and told to wait, standing there like a decoration in her tiny schoolgirl skirt and tied up shirt.
After Claire had left to collect the visitor it was just her and Krystal left alone in the room. Krystal was tall and slim, with long red hair, young and pretty, just like Amber. She had a style to her clothing and hair that made her seem intimidating and in charge. She wore a smart suit with a short, straight skirt and pulled it off brilliantly. She was smart, sarcastic and confident, more so than Amber could ever imagine being, even though they were around the same age.
Krystal finished with the keyboard at the meeting room table and left the presentation up on the screen, Amber could see the title "Advertising to Women" with a stock photo they used of a happy woman out enjoying her life. A sales meeting then, it seemed.
"Aren't you a little bundle of fun today, Amber?" Said Krystal as she walked over. "I love your outfit! Here, let me fix your hair, that nasty ball gag has messed you all up."
Krystal ran her hands back through Amber's blonde hair, smiling all the while, she fussed over the hair until her hands reached Amber's shoulders, and then they began to stroke down towards her chest.
"Let me tighten this a little for you." She gripped the knotted shirt below Amber's boobs and gave it a few sharp tugs, pressing Amber's cleavage higher as she tightened the shirts grip on her chest.
"Mmmm much nicer." Krystal murmured almost to herself. Amber's silence had become the norm already and she was taking advantage of her tacit agreement. Her hands gently cupped Amber's breasts and pushed up and in, and as she did her grip tightened and Amber felt her thumbs come down on her nipples, pressing into and rolling them as her hands moved back, and then she went back a rolling pushing and then a pinch, tighter and harder this time.
Through the shirt Amber felt the sharp pinch as Thumb and forefinger now rolled her nipples, and she looked into Krystal's face as she tweaked them extra hard, and Amber sucked in a sharp breath, Krystal grinning as she stared straight back at the silent girl, enjoying her game.
Amber knew her nipples were perfectly visible now through the thin shirt material, no bra and barely a top to cover herself, and about to meet a stranger, unable to explain herself. Her hot blush came back in full force across her whole body as Krystal chuckled to herself, moving back to the table.
Claire returned shortly after, with Mr Braithwaite, apparently, in tow. He was a tall man, in his mid to late forties, Amber estimated, who smiled happily as Claire introduced her as "The girl we spoke about."
"Take a seat Mr Braithwaite, we will talk about what we can offer you here." Said Claire, taking a seat herself on one of the chairs against the wall, whilst Mr Braithwaite was led to sit on the small couch.
"Amber, why don't you fetch us some drinks from down the hall?"
With that, Amber was sent off to grab coffee for the three of them as Claire began her spiel about the past campaigns and statistics. As Amber scurried out the door and down to the refreshments area she wondered how much of the meeting would be a sales pitch and how much would be her "entertainment."
"Must be Slut day again, hey Amber?" said one of the Secretaries as she headed back to her office with her drink, giving Amber a slow look up and down with a smirk on her face.
Amber did her best to keep out of the way and made he drinks as fast as possible, as horrible as it was being in that meeting room it would be even worse out here facing the stares and comments of the entire office.
It wasn't long after getting back with a tray of drinks and biscuits that Amber found herself front and centre. Pausing after talking about a magazine campaign from last year, Claire turned to Mr Braithwaite with a glint in her eye and a smirk, she said "...of course this isn't all we offer, as you can see from the lovely Amber here, our company is very free spirited in its thinking"
"I must admit, I was very intrigued by your mention of Amber on the phone, Miss Hawthorne."
"Oh please, call me Claire!" Claire waved Amber over in front of them "Amber, show this gentleman your lovely tits, will you?"
