The next morning, nobody stopped me as I passed through the security fence. The guard inside his little hut gave me a friendly nod and didn't even ask for my badge.
On the production floor I waited for Brandi who always came in five minutes late. She arrived and dropped her things off at her shared office and then started organizing some teams.
There was a flicker and the big screen TV came on. A woman stood silently in the video. She smiled pleasantly, a few minutes later everyone was watching.
She spoke,
"I am Pam."
Pam, retrieved a clean suit from the table in front of her and put it on. After she was suited up she picked up a small widget from the table and held it to the camera. She then presented another widget and very slowly fit the two pieces together. This happened six more times until she had a small collection of interlocking pieces in front of her. She held the little machine to the camera and said
"This is Good."
The screen faded out and people began talking to each other. After a full five minutes the video flashed on again and repeated the sequence.
"I am Pam... This is Good."
Brandi raised an eyebrow at me. I shrugged my shoulders and told her to find the clean suits.
Upstairs I turned the corner to my office and stopped with a start. Holly was there. She didn't look angry, or victorious. If anything it was the opposite. One way or another I thought I'd never see her again. I let the Ghost greet her in a professional way and then show her inside.
Another surprise waited inside. A beautiful walnut desk, matching leather chairs and sofa, against the wall a medium sized bar with a wine cooler and fridge.
"Wow." I couldn't help myself.
I am rarely surprised, but this deserved a wow. Holly was impressed too. Who wouldn't be. I took a moment and walked around the desk. I settled into the best chair I've ever sat in. I looked up at Holly. I let her know I was waiting.
"I...I am sorry about yesterday." She said.
Good start.
"I was scared and I acted out without thinking."
This was rehearsed but I was impressed. I wonder what corporate-speak website she had cadged it from.
"I know that I broke the rules, I am willing to accept whatever... punishment you feel is appropriate. So we can... move forward."
One gift after another this morning. I weighed her words and responded,
"You spilled my Coke."
"I know, I'm sorry, I'm... clumsy." She responded.
"...and stupid." I added.
She paused at that. She didn't like that at all. She took a deep breath.
"and I'm stupid."
I checked my email and let her stand. Except for the usual ads, and come-ons, it was empty. I typed in the URL for 'Executive Options". I ordered Rug/Persian Coffeemaker/Italian, I glanced up at Holly her hands were at her sides and her eyes down at the top of my desk.
Near the Coffeemaker/Italian I saw Clothing. I selected Top/Female then a couple of other sub categories popped up. Manager/Holly and Manager/Brandi caught my eye. The tree under Holly's name read Silk, Leather, Cotton, Satin, Vinyl. I had to read that list again. I selected silk/white. Before I could investigate the other choices the screen blanked out and reverted back to the top menu.
Curious.
I looked Holly up and down.
"I thought you were going to HR."
She shifted on her heels.
"I... I was just scared. I was mad about my blouse and I wasn't thinking."
"So, if I understand you correctly, you are sorry and willing to accept whatever punishment I see fit?"
She nodded.
"Go get me another Coke."
She turned without saying anything and exited the office. Within a minute there was a knock, and then Brandi poked her head in.
"Hi Boss, just wanted to...wow."
She walked in amazed, commenting on the quality of the furniture. She ran her hand over the bar.
"No more bowling alley for you I guess."
She sat herself on the edge of the desk and leaned toward me. Her hand gripped one of the four brass rings that were set into the corners of the burled walnut.
She gave me a kittenish look.
"So I was thinking of changing my hair again. What do you think about auburn, or blonde? I was wondering what you thought a production coordinator would have."
Ah, the bill.
"I've always been partial to strawberry blonde myself."
"As long as it's not brunette."
She glanced meaningfully at the open door.
"Brandi, of course it isn't. I haven't been given word on hiring yet. In fact, so far I haven't been contacted by anyone. When they do, I'll let you know."
She wasn't happy about that but expressed understanding.
Holly came back in with a Coke. She looked at Brandi with a flash of anger. Then out the window. Brandi got up from my desk and congratulated me again.
"I let you two get to it."
I asked her to close the door on her way out and she did.
"I think those things are gross."
Holly motioned to her nose, she was referring to Brandi's septum piercing.
"What if I told you to get one."
That set her back a little. The air grew cold.
"Please don't do that."
"That sounds like a request. I thought you knew the rules."
"I'm sorry."
"That's okay Holly. It gives us a place to start today."
"I'm sorry." Her voice quivered.
I undid my belt and rolled it around my fist. She was scared. I told her to put the Coke in front of me. I moved behind her and pushed her towards the desk. She put her hands down on the top of it and I leaned her forward.
"Undo your pants and pull them down to your knees."
She complied quickly. Underneath her plain black slacks she wore a satiny black pair of panties. I moved my hand over her buttocks gently. Caressing her through the soft fabric.
"What is rule one?"
"I will do whatever you say."
I gave her a gentle tap.
"Good, now tell me rule two."
"I won't make any..."
She searched for the word.
"Requests."
I gave her another little tap.
"Which rule did you break?"
She thought for a minute. While I ran my finger down the seam of her underwear.
"Two?"
I gave her a hard smack with the flat of my hand. She grunted. I made a foot long loop of the belt and ran it up and down the inside of her thigh.
I made her count each stroke as I made ten bright pink lines across her ass and thighs.
Around six she started crying by ten she could barely get the word out. When I was done I pushed her shoulders until her top half was lying flat on my desk. She cried in little gasps.
I opened the Coke and took a sip. Then I placed the cold can against her angry little stripes. She jerked at the first touch, unable to tell the difference between the sweet cooling of the can and the burning of the welts. After a moment she settled and even leaned into the red can a little.
I spread her legs a little apart and pushed the side of the can against the silky black outline of her plump labia. She reacted to that. Pushing into the desk trying desperately to make space between herself and the cold can. I kept it there until she stopped struggling and then took another sip.
I asked her to repeat the rules again. She did without hesitation. I put the Coke back between her legs, this time she didn't struggle. I was a tad disappointed, but happy to see her compliance.
"Holly, what would you do if I told you to get your septum pierced?"
"I would do it." She replied quietly.
I left her there for a while, pants down, her arms spread across my desk. I sat back down and opened the laptop.
At the catalog I scrolled down the list again. Stopping at Management. A click and again the extensions Holly and Brandi, I ordered Management/Training tools one for each of them. It was so odd that the list was so specific. I tried to be nervous, but it was hard with this beautiful woman bent over my desk.
I told Holly to stand up and get dressed. She did it quickly. I picked up the phone and ordered lunch for three then sent Brandi a text to bring it up when it arrived.
I put Holly to work unpacking the boxes she had packed the day before. She was quiet and efficient.
Eventually Brandi knocked at the door and came in with food. Before we started eating I told Holly to make me a martini, Brandi ordered a gin and tonic. Holly got to work and eventually brought the drinks over.
It's hard to fuck up a martini as bad as she did with that first one. I asked her for another and passed mine to Brandi.
"Taste that."
"It's not too bad." Brandi said thoughtfully.
"Oh really? She totally put in too much vermouth."
"I don't mind it."
I told Brandi to drink it because she thought it was so good. She did. Two more rounds went like that, and to be honest they were both decent, but I made Brandi drink them anyway. The fourth attempt was more to my liking and I decided to keep it. I could see a can of 'Moist Drippings' under the bar and told Holly she would drink that and think about what she had done.
Holly ate and drank quietly, watching the interplay between Brandi and I. Playful as ever but now Holly was watching for me to go back on our deal. So far it was just shenanigans as usual. Nothing too worrying for her.
I asked for another drink and before Holly could stand Brandi stumbled over to the bar and started mixing. Holly looked at me not sure what to do, not wanting to displease me, and not wanting Brandi to see just how low she'd fallen. I let her sit there nervous, thinking about my belt.
Brandi made a decent martini, and one for herself, then another round without asking. After a few minutes she passed out on my couch.
I told Holly to go downstairs and manage the teams for the afternoon. She didn't want to leave me alone with a drunken Brandi, but she clearly had no choice. With a regretful look, she left the office.
I went back to work, searching the executive catalog for things I might like. Just after four Holly came back in. She glanced quickly at Brandi, supine on the couch. She was relieved to see all of Brandi's clothes in place.
"I called her an Uber." She informed me.
"Thoughtful of you."
Brandi roused enough to straighten herself out and get down to the parking lot with Holly.
I followed them down to the production floor. The tables were littered with finished widgets. Good job team. I followed my people out to the parking lot and went home.
I could barely sleep that night, and couldn't wait to get to work the next day.
On the production floor there was a new character on the video screen. He introduced himself as Bob, and then proceeded to create a new set of widgets. Pam watched him closely and then picked up the finished widget. She held it to the camera and said.
"This is good."
Without waiting for the loop to repeat, the team swung into action looking for the matching pieces.
Brandi came in eventually, looking a little worse for wear. Her hair was still pink. I greeted her and told her I would talk to her later.
On my desk were three boxes. Two of them marked "management training, tools' and one marked Top/Holly.
I texted Holly I wanted to see her and then crossed my new rug to inspect the espresso machine. It was a beautiful stainless steel Gaggia. There was a set of cups and saucers.
Holly walked through the open door and waited quietly, I told her to check the bar for milk. She found some and I made us a couple of cappuccinos. We sipped them down and I pointed at the boxes on my desk.
"Open those."
Out of the first box Holly pulled a silky white blouse. She looked at me and then read the address label. She was afraid to ask me a question. The next box was management training for Brandi, inside was a short pamphlet on office etiquette, and appearance. Holly opened the box for her, inside was the same pamphlet and also a short riding crop made of black leather. The little loop at the end bore my initials.
She turned the vicious looking thing in her hands,
"Is this a joke?"
I thought it was funny but it wasn't my joke. I didn't know what would be in the boxes when I ordered them. I was just as confused as she was, but it seemed like somebody at Executive Options knew what was going on in my office and approved.
"This stuff comes from upstairs Holly. I suggest you put this on."
