The next morning Mary found Walter, as she had expected, passed out in his chair. She rousted him out, coldly ordering him to get ready for work. He obeyed without protest, his guilt weighing on him as much as his hangover. Mary made breakfast for the kids then drove them to school in her nightgown and robe, as she often did. Back home, she was clearing the breakfast dishes when the call came from Beck's office. Amber-the-little-bitch smugly informed her that she was to be at Mr. Beck's office by 10. Mary angrily slammed the phone in the little bitch's ear, but when 10 o'clock came around, she was standing in front of Amber's desk, suffering through the young woman's smirk as she buzzed the boss.
"You may go in," Amber informed her, voice dripping with condescension. Mary glared at her and went through the door into Beck's office.
Beck was sitting at his big oak desk, studying some papers. He ignored her, leaving her standing before his desk for long minutes as he finished his reading. Finally, he turned his attention to her, laying the reports aside.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" he growled, scowling at her attire.
Startled, Mary looked down at her expensive designer pantsuit in surprise. It was conservative gray, much as she had seen on many working women on her way into the office. She looked up at Beck helplessly.
"Take it off," he commanded. As Mary dutifully began undressing, he fumed, "I've got a man coming up in a few minutes and you show up looking like a goddamn lawyer."
Mary stopped and stared at him. "A-a man?" she stammered. At Beck's impatient gesture, she continued to remove her clothing.
"An employee," Beck explained. "He just finalized a deal that's going to make me a lot of money. In addition to a fat bonus, you're going to give him a little reward." He grinned at the stunned expression on her face. "One of your famous blowjobs."
"But...but I thought I only had to...work...for you?"
"You are working for me. And you'll do exactly what I tell you to do. If I tell you to suck a man's cock, you're going to suck his cock. Now get that fucking suit off!" he barked.
Mary hurried to comply, fumbling with shaking hands. So you really are a whore, she told herself. To be passed around to whomever Beck decides. Soon, everyone at the company would know. All of Walter's and her friends and acquaintances, many of whom worked right here. Her humiliation would be public. She would be the subject of everyone's gossip, the name whispered in excited revelations. Roderick Beck's whore. She just wished she could understand why that thought gave her such a hot, tingly feeling all over.
"Again with the fucking pantyhose," Beck shook his head disgustedly as Mary pulled off her slacks. "Get 'em off," he sighed as she looked up at him questioningly.
Mary quickly finished unhooking her bra and let it fall, then pushed her pantyhose down, sitting in the leather armchair to pull her feet out. She remained sitting, her back to the door, waiting breathlessly for more orders.
"From now on when you come to me, I want you dressed in a skirt, no pants. Short enough to show some leg," he instructed. "You'll wear garter belt and stockings. No fucking pantyhose, understand?" Mary nodded and Beck continued. "High heels," he said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "And no panties. I want your pussy bare and ready. Got it?"