2006 -- Making an Office Slut
I'll never forget seeing Sandra in the lobby while I was headed to the office. We'd gone to college together and became close friends while in the sorority, but lost touch after living so far apart. Keep in mind, those were the days before social media and mass communication.
She looked like a more refined version of herself from college. The slight shyness she had was still there, being a booksmart girl never really goes away, only now she's professionally dressed in a suit and matching heels. She was the same sweet girl on the inside, but her outside appearance had taken on a new level of sophistication.
"Hey, remember me?"
When she looked in my direction, it took her a few seconds to register my appearance, then a smile beamed across her face and she gave me a hug. The same as ever, but now her affection was geared towards a corporate setting.
"God, I can't believe it's you. It's been so long."
"Yeah, I was just headed to my office when I somehow recognized you. Lovely outfit by the way. Based on your nervous tension, you're new here."
"It's my first day on the job and I was taking a moment to admire the grandeur of this lobby."
"Come on, I'll buy you coffee. We have so much catching up to do."
We had about 20 minutes for a quick cup of coffee and we sat and talked fast. There was so much enthusiasm between us. The chemistry never left. When you're close friends with a person, it never does.
Sandra explained that she was re-entering the workforce after having finalized a divorce. She has a wealth of experience as a paralegal and a number of connections in the city, which was how she got a job at this place.
At the end of our quick chat, we exchanged phone numbers and made plans for lunch. I gave her pointers on how to succeed at this place, things about company culture and who to befriend and who to avoid. We worked in different departments but I knew everyone.
I accompanied Sandra to her floor and felt happy for her. Her enthusiasm was genuine. When we went our separate ways that morning, I remember sitting in my office wondering how much she knew about this place. Yes, there's prestige, importance, and the salaries are generous. But she's an attractive woman who's just the type for prominent men.
In the weeks that followed I'd come to the conclusion that she had no idea what this place was truly about. There was a certain naivety whenever she talked about her job. I'd ask questions in vague generalities about certain people and she'd give candid remarks. Nothing to suggest that she has any inside knowledge.
The following year, which was right before the big financial crash, our company went through a series of restructuring to eliminate a layer of bureaucracy. A number of middle-managers were removed and Sandra got herself a nice promotion working in the office of Mr. Goldman and reporting directly to him.
Under normal circumstances, that would be a thing to celebrate, but the problem was that Goldman's office was far from normal. I wondered if it was just a coincidence or if she was specifically chosen, because after all, she's their type. Smart. Attractive. Hard working. They have a particular fetish for breaking in women like her.
I've always had a great working relationship with Mr. Goldman so I went to his office and inquired, days before Sandra was scheduled to work there. Men like him are always upfront. I have to respect that.
"Yes, that's exactly what we're planning," he said.
"Does she know?"
"Not yet. I was going to have my secretary give Sandra a briefing. If she has any further questions, I'd be happy to explain."
"I can talk to Sandra if you want."
"Why?"
"I've known her since college. We're actually good friends and she's an amazing person."
He smiled, "Yeah, I like that. Talk to her. Let me know how it goes."
I smiled back, wondering how I'd explain to Sandra that I'm part of what happens behind closed doors. Or open doors, depending on how you look at it.
We had lunch the next day, a French bistro on the lower floor serving gourmet steak and fries, and I requested that we be seated by the window. More room for privacy for our personal conversation, one that could potentially shatter our friendship.
"What do you know about Mr. Goldman and that office?" I asked.
"Not much, actually. He's on a different floor. Never met him. I've heard he's strict."
"So no one told you anything?"
"Nope. I'm supposed to get an orientation next week."
"From the secretary, right?"
"Yeah, I have a meeting with the secretary, why?"
"There are many secrets at this institution," I said. "People work long hours. Lots of stress. Certain men expect perks. That includes pay and accommodations. And for women like us, that means we'll have to suck a dick. Here and there."
She nearly spat her food out. I did my best to keep my voice down, hoping she'd do the same. There were colleagues around having lunch and the wait staff was attending to people.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard that correctly. Mr. Goldman expects to have his dick sucked."
"By me?"
"Yes, since you'll be working there. I know it's difficult to hear. The higher you climb in the corporate ladder, the more that's expected of you."
"That's sexual harassment."
"It's a generous paycheck. It's endless letters of recommendations. It's also great orgasms. Do you miss getting fucked? Do you want someone eating your pussy? Those things can happen. Discreetly. You just have to keep an open mind."
"This job was too good to be true."
Sandra put her elbows on the table and buried her face in her hands. She wasn't crying, but she was close. The job meant everything to her. It meant career growth and the ability to start a new life after a messy divorce. It was also a way of supporting her son, who was still in college at the time.
"I'll think about it," she said.
Her voice was soft and tender, with her face still buried in her hands. I rubbed her shoulder and leaned toward her ear. No one else needed to hear this. It was a private conversation between friends about the intricacies of work life.
"Give it a try. I'll join you the first time. If it's not your thing, then leave. I'll make sure you get a nice recommendation letter to work anywhere in the city, okay?"
"Thank you."
She seemed devastated at the moment and I felt certain she was going to quit and never return and never speak to me again.
Instead, the opposite happened. The diligent girl I knew from college had returned and Sandra was calling me at night, asking questions about how the system worked. It reminded me so much of our study groups in the sorority. She was always the smart one. Always destined for big things. In fact she told me weeks earlier that she almost became a lawyer but stopped to devote time to her then-husband and starting a family.
Her ambition started to shine. She wanted to know who the power players were, their personalities, and if they were involved with the corporate secret. Most were, to be frank.
And if I were honest about the situation, I've long had the suspicion that Sandra hadn't received a good fucking in a while. Not from her ex-husband, not from anybody. She had that rigid edge about her. In college she was vanilla and that carried over to her professional life. Some things never change.
Sure, I'd guided lots of women into the corporate lifestyle before, but that was always business. This is personal. In college, Sandra was like a sister to me. She was like my younger, nerdy sister. Now I was mentioning her in matters of sex.
It was Monday late afternoon when it finally happened. Because she was new to the lifestyle, I made sure things were on Sandra's terms and she requested a private affair, which meant she wanted to do it when most people left.
We went to Mr. Goldman's office when the time was right. The few still around probably knew what this was about. There were only two reasons Mr. Goldman saw women alone; blowjobs or fucking.
Sandra wasn't as nervous as I had expected. Instead she was kind of anxious, as if this were a job interview. They shook hands and made formal introductions. The more they talked, the harder Sandra breathed, with upright posture and her chin held high. If she was going to do this, it would be from a position of strength rather than weakness.
We got on our knees while Mr. Goldman stood. The whole thing was pre-planned, I'd talked this over with Sandra about what the boss liked and disliked. She was prepared and knew exactly what to expect.
When she undid the boss's pants, a semi-erect penis flopped out and she looked at me, then she looked at the penis with wide-eyes. It was the first time she'd ever done anything in the office setting or in front of another person. I got the impression that this secretly excited her.
She wanted to finish early so she grabbed the shaft and took it inside her mouth. That was the moment everything changed. Sandra was no longer the same woman that I knew back in college, she wasn't even the same woman I saw in the lobby a few months earlier. This became the new version of Sandra, the one willing to embrace her sexuality for the sake of pleasure and career advancements.
I leaned in closer to get a better view of her sucking. This was something she prepared for, and when Mr. Goldman came, she wrapped her lips tight and accepted everything that followed. Sandra would never have allowed me to watch this back in college.
When she finished, she stuck her tongue out and looked Mr. Goldman in the eyes. The cum looked so good dripping from her mouth. It was her first slutty act.
That was how it all started. Watching her blossom into an office slut was a joy. Many women are swift to fall to their knees for a promotion or benefits. Even being submissive to powerful men is an aphrodisiac to them.
But what made Sandra so intoxicating to watch was that her submissive side was different. It conflicted with her vanilla attitude. That gradual turn was intriguing to observe, seeing her get bolder and bolder. Going pantyless beneath her skirt. Getting under the desk during office hours to blow her boss. The pinnacle was her working naked during overtime hours. Those memories will never be forgotten.
2012 -- A Modern Housewife
By this point, the corporation had recovered after the economic collapse years earlier and things were on a stable footing. Finances were balanced and office politics was more relaxed. The erections of male bosses had returned to full strength after turbulent years of stress which caused their organs to have mixed results. The 'great softening,' as many women in the office had called it.
Sandra had been laid off along with the division she'd been working for, but I pulled some strings to get her son hired and promoted. It was my gesture of gratitude for Sandra and all that she'd done. Nonetheless, her son had the right credentials in finances and we're always looking for bright young talent.
I'd gotten more good news when I was showing Brian -- her son -- to his new office. I was waiting for the right time to tell him.
As I led him towards the desk, I watched as his eyes widened in amazement. The spacious room was lined with sleek, modern furniture, and the walls were adorned with tasteful art pieces. Sunlight flooded through the large windows, casting a warm glow.
"Your own private space," I said. "Look at this view. Incredible."
He couldn't believe his luck. "Absolutely incredible. Thank you so much. This is a dream."
"You've earned it."
I showed him around the office, explaining the different amenities and features, including the state-of-the-art computer and high-tech phone system. He seemed eager to get started and I couldn't help but feel proud of him.
