Nicole returned to her desk near the entrance to the main office and tried to regain a professional state of mind. The fantasy that had grown in her 23 year old mind had been relieved by the actions of her boss, but what did he mean by, "This isn't over..." She had declared herself, "His slut," and still longed to find out exactly what his pants hid. She had felt the hardness of his cock against her ass as he brought her to orgasm with his fingers but still desired to be fucked, bent over his desk like some cliché slutty secretary.
The inside of her pants stuck slightly to the inside of her thighs thanks to her slowly drying wetness, she knew her panties were soaked, nearly transparent, and she tried to act normal as the first of her office mates started to come in for work as the day got on towards 8:00.
The day progressed normally with no hint of what had happened evidenced in any of Nicole's interactions with Mr. Smith. Of course, he wouldn't refer to her as slut in the open office setting and he also did not demand she refer to him more formally than "Brian" or "Mr. Smith."
For his part, Brian had a bit more trouble returning to work as usual. The way Nicole had responded to his plan had gotten him quite worked up. He could've taken her right there in his office that morning, bent her over his desk, and fucked her like the slut in the video Nicole had been caught watching, like the slut he now knew Nicole to be, however, he had more planned and left her desiring more. This did not lessen the pressure he felt in his own crotch. He could very easily simply close his office door and relieve himself while he thought of Nicole's actions that morning, but he wanted to save all he could for the next step in his plan. He busied himself with the work of the day with one quick visit to a NSFW website to order some supplies for later in the week, and eventually his desires subsided.
Throughout the work day Nicole and Mr. Smith interacted as they normally would. Brian was professionally friendly with her as with the rest of his staff, befitting the casual environment of the office. Though, in their interactions, Nicole did look for more, some sign of how their relationship was now changed, a sly smile, perhaps a touch, but there was nothing, only an occasional whiff of scent from her sex, belying how her desires still bubbled only slightly suppressed below the surface. These reminders only acted to further her fantasies and rewet her pussy.
Again she reddened with embarrassment as she thought, "can anybody else smell that? Surely not, it is just a slight hint from time to time." Nicole had been interacting with clients and colleagues all day and not one of them acted any differently to her than they had on the previous Friday.
The almost imperceptible change in Nicole did not go unnoticed by Brian, however. He knew what she was and what had happened, and what to look for. The slight longing when she spoke with him, how her gaze rested a beat too long on the crotch of his pants as he stood next to her desk explaining a work task, perhaps a small wetting of her lips with her tongue as the gaze lingered. Brian also knew the smell her pussy made as it soaked through her small cotton panties, and that smell was there throughout the day. Not as strong as in his office that morning but still there. Nicole was indeed, "his slut."
The regular office day was winding down with only a few staff members remaining on hand when it was time for Nicole to leave and catch her bus home. Typically she just left, but today she went to Mr. Smith's office to say good night. There were still people in the office so she didn't hope for a repeat of the morning but perhaps some instruction to be in early tomorrow, or wear a certain outfit to continue her newly discovered role as "a slut." She stepped just inside his office door and stammered, "Good night Mr. Smith...um...see you tomorrow?" There was something about returning to the office that had broken her concentration, and again, that smell from her damp pussy.
Barely glancing up from the work on his desk Brian responded, "Yes Nicole, have a fine evening."
She paused for just a moment hoping, waiting for more, but nothing was forth coming. She turned and walked out of Mr. Smith's office and off to catch her bus home. "He barely noticed me," Nicole thought, "did this morning even happen."
Brian had noticed. This was the first time she had stopped in his office before leaving for the day. Standing and waiting a second too long after, "...see you tomorrow?" Nicole was questioning, looking for direction in her new role. He preferred to let her wonder, and let her imagination get the better of her. He finally smiled slyly as he watched her walk away; enjoying how her dress pants framed her pert ass.
The next few days went normally. Brian continued to monitor Nicole who still gave subtle signs of her desire; as Nicole, herself, continued to wonder what, "This isn't over..." meant or if it had all been a dream.
Late Thursday morning a courier arrived with a package addressed to Mr. Smith. This wasn't unusual and Nicole signed for it as normal. She looked closely at the package as most things sent were addressed to Mr. Smith, as this was his firm, but needed to go to others on the staff depending on who was working on what project. Typically they received rolls of plans or specifications with a project address or something, but this was just a smaller box with no project or sending address. Nicole didn't think too much of it and walked into Mr. Smith's office to deliver it.
"Mr. Smith a package arrived for you." Nicole said walking into Brian's office.
"Ah...thank you Nicole." He said standing and reaching out from behind his desk to take the package from her. Nicole hesitated for just a second as she took in the sight of Mr. Smith's muscular but athletic body, before snapping back to and handing him the package before saying, "You're Welcome."
"You're welcome...what?" Brian demanded, the tone of his voice changing to that of authority as he towered over her short frame. The same tone he had used that previous Monday morning.
"You're welcome, sir." Nicole responded, he pussy clenching and chest heaving slightly as she remembered the events of that day and what she had declared to him.
"Very good, you can go now." Brian said,
It was more command than permission in that tone of voice, and Nicole turned around and left the office, her pussy now beginning to moisten with thoughts of becoming, once again, Mr. Smith's slut. First the courier had taken her off task and now this. Nicole was not going to be able to get back to concentrating on work for some time. It was almost noon anyway so she grabbed her purse and headed out to get lunch. She could at least sit outside in the breeze and nobody would detect the odor that would soon be emanating from her quickly dampening underwear.
When Nicole returned from lunch, she was refreshed and thought she could get back to work on the tasks she had been distracted from. As she got to her desk she saw there was a small piece of paper folded in half, lying on top of her computer keyboard. She opened it and read the note inside.
"Slut, be in early tomorrow. Wear a skirt." The note wasn't signed but she knew it was from Mr. Smith. Her mind raced and her sex flooded with moisture. Mr. Smith was taking control of her again, and Nicole's mind began to invent all manner of scenarios.
Again, after the brief change in tone to dominance before lunch, all Nicole's interactions returned to normal for the afternoon. Mr. Smith and some other staff had, thankfully, left for a meeting out of the office with some clients. This meant the office was mercifully quiet, as Nicole could no longer concentrate on any of the tasks she was working on. Her mind was filled with possibilities of what would happen tomorrow morning in Mr. Smith's office.
Shortly before it was time for Nicole to leave, Mr. Smith and the others returned from their meeting. Brian was sitting in his office wrapping up for the day when Nicole again appeared in his doorway.
