J. McKenna - Office Slave

It was hard for her to remember her life as a CFO. She'd been so busy these past few months that those old memories had been pushed out of her mind. She didn't mind being told what to do-it simplified her life.

The intercom buzzed. She answered it immediately, knowing at the same time that anyone in the lunchroom could see her fingers rubbing her pussy. The idea thrilled her.

"Yes, master?"

"Come in, El."

She rose at once and came into his office. Jack was alone. She padded over to his desk and kneeled down. “How may I-"

"El,” he interrupted, “you've done it."

El was confused. “Done what, sir?” For a minute she thought she was in trouble, although it had been months since Jack had spanked her.

Jack turned the monitor toward her. She tried to make sense of the numbers. “You've paid off all your debt-Two hundred, seventy thousand dollars. Principal, plus interest. What do you think about that?"

El was confused. “I'm paid up? That's good, huh?” She tried to remember why she had owed that much money. Oh, yes, she had stolen it from the company a long time ago.

"Yes, it means, if you'd like, you can leave us now. Go be a CFO at another company. I'll give you a good recommendation."

She shook her head, trying to clear it. Did he want her to leave? Did she want her former life back? It seemed so remote. She liked her life here. She didn't have to think about anything and she got to have so many tremendous orgasms she couldn't imagine putting an end to them.

"Do I have to, master?"

He took her by her arms and drew her to him. “Of course not, El. It's just that I promised you I'd keep accurate records and I have. You've now paid for all the money you stole-and you've helped bring in new business. We're expanding the plant because of your hard work."

El couldn't understand why Jack didn't just tell her what to do. “What should I do, master?"

Jack sighed and eased her down to her knees. “I'm not sure I can make this decision for you. Do what's in your heart. You could go and get a fresh start, far away from here. But I can tell you, that if you stay, I think we can triple our net income."

El nodded as if she understood, but the numbers meant little to her. She had come to think of the factory workers as family. She enjoyed their attention, their friendliness, their constant strokings to keep her stimulated. She needed her stimulation now. The idea that she'd have to leave it all behind was impossible to imagine.

She hugged Jack's legs. “Please don't make me go, master."

Jack took her into his arms and let her sit on his lap. She felt safe again. “You don't have to go, slut. You can stay here with us forever. Look,” he said, pointing to her smooth mound right above her clit ring, “if you'd like, I could have the company logo tattooed right here, showing that you'll always be part of our team.” He raised his fingers to the navel pin. “And I think these letters are too small. How would you like a larger pin?"

She looked up at him, her eyes shining. “Oh, yes, master!” She hugged him around his neck.

"There's more, El. As part of the expansion, I'm thinking about building you an apartment, so you can be here all the time. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes, master!” Then a thought flashed across her overly stimulated brain. “But I also like staying at your house. I like it when you call me up to fuck me. Would you still fuck me if I lived here?"

"Oh, yes, my pet. In fact, everyone would fuck you, all the time. You'd have more friends than ever!"

"Bob too?” She meant big Bob, not the scrawny, quick-draw realtor who had been banished as soon as his time had run out.

"Oh, yes. Bob and Roger and John and all the rest. All our clients. They will come by day and night to keep you happy."

"Oh, master, that'd be great!” El's fears evaporated. “When can I start?"

"Start? Why, you've started already. In fact, I'm naming you Employee of the Month again! Now, get up on that desk!"

El clapped her hands and got into position.

Andy Grogan sat across from Jack, holding the latest quarterly figures. “I can't believe that you've pulled it off, Jack. When my sister-in-law filled me in on your company, I thought I might be asking for trouble to accept the job. But you've made a believer out of me."

Jack smiled at his CFO. He'd been worried that Andy might turn out to be a prude like Gloria, but hiring him had been a stroke of genius. He had embraced Jack's exploitation of El, as long as it meant bigger profits.

"Thanks, Andy. You should know that I tried to let her go a few months ago. After all, at the time she'd brought in seven million dollars in new business. She's paid off her debt and then some. But she wouldn't go and she doesn't seem concerned about money. Isn't that funny?"

"I don't know how you did it, but I'd say, keep it up. By my calculations, Sawyer Metalworking is on track to net two-point-four million in profits this year."

"That's great, Andy. Before El, we'd have been lucky to net seven-hundred-thousand. This really puts Sawyer on the map."

Andy sat up and looked around, as if someone was listening. “Uh, Jack, do you think you could slip me in for a quickie? You know how it is, being married to Gloria's sister.” He grimaced.

Jack turned to his computer. “No problem, amigo. Let me see what she's up to. Well, she's got her old friend Bob at ten, then Peter, followed by Scotty-he hit another production mark-Ernest, Richard, George, Mike and Linda. Hmm. I could fit you in at five, if you're willing to take sloppy ninths. Maybe you'd prefer first thing in the morning, before she's all stretched out? Say nine?"

"Sounds great. If my wife calls, you'll make up some excuse for me?"

Jack waved his hand. “No problem. Anything to keep the engine of commerce rolling, right?"

They both laughed.

El stood by the front window of her apartment, looking out into the courtyard of the plant, while flipping her new, heavier gold ring up and down against her clit. It helped her pass the time until her next appointment. She needed the stimulation constantly now, like a smoker hooked on nicotine. Her clit stuck out all the time, demanding more of her attention yet Jack still forbade her to come on her own. But he didn't mind the ring flipping. He seemed to enjoy watching her play with her jewelry. The new ring was not only thicker and heavier, it had a small circle set at the bottom, into which Jack could put in a jewel, or a weight. It made a nice little thump on her engorged clit, sending shivers through her but never quite causing her to come.

She let her thumb rest against the tattoo on her mound, a sign of her devotion and attachment to her Sawyer family. They all had gathered around on the factory floor when the artist applied the bright logo. They applauded every line and color. They truly loved her.

She spotted Scotty walking by and waved to him. He waved back and flashed her a big grin. For a moment, she wondered if he would be coming in next. But he passed by and El settled down to wait some more. She didn't like these times, in between.

With her right hand busy, she brought her left hand up to finger the letters on the navel pin. She could spell out the word “SLUT” in one-half-inch letters, bringing a smile to her face. The name was interchangeable from El now. Her hand continued up her torso to the fine gold chain that now loosely connected her nipple rings. She tugged on the chain, feeling the resonance in both nipples. She giggled. The feeling echoed the one emanating from her clit. Jack had given her the chain on her one-year anniversary. Has she only been here a year? No, wait, she had another job before, what was it? She remembered a big office, lots of numbers. She shook her head.