J. McKenna: Office Slave

She raced down the steps and got in the passenger seat quickly. Jack waited, staring at the door to see if Bill would come out, angry and shouting. Nothing happened.

He turned to El, noting that her makeup was the same as yesterday, not nearly slutty enough. “Did you tell Bill?"

"Um, sort of. I told him I stole some money to cover for his being out of work and I'm going to have to pay it back. I didn't tell him exactly how. He still thinks I'm the CFO."

"Dressed like this?"

She could see the flush creep up her neck to her ears. “He didn't ask a lot of questions. I think he's in shock about the whole thing. I know he feels partially responsible."

Jack nodded, staring at the house. That made sense. But he'd have to monitor the situation. It wouldn't do to have an irate husband stirring things up. He turned back to El. “Okay. You look pretty good. But there's a couple of things.” He ticked them off his fingers. “One, you're not wearing enough makeup. You look like the businesswoman you used to be, not the slut you are. You're going to need more lipstick, eyeliner, the works. Two, whenever you come into the car, I want you to spread your legs apart and show me your cunt. Sit bare-assed on the seat."

She made a small noise in her throat, then lifted her ass up off the seat. She pulled the back of her skirt out of the way, then sat down again. Jack peered closer, noting that she had attempted to shave her mound, but had left quite a bit of stubble. “You call that shaved?"

She flushed even redder, if that was possible. “S-sorry, sir, I did it myself and it's hard to reach everywhere."

"You didn't tell your husband that you were shaving it?"

"No, sir. Not yet."

That caused Jack to think of something else. “How often do you and Bill fuck, on average?"

El looked at the floor. “Um, about once a week. It used to be a lot more, but because he's been out of work lately, I'm not often in the mood for him, you understand."

"Yes, I do. Does he use a condom?"

She glanced up at him, as if considering whether she should challenge him for his prying questions, but his look told her he was serious. Before she could answer, he grabbed her upper arm. “Don't every try to lie to me or conceal facts. You have no privacy or secrets from me now, do you understand?"

"Yes, Ja-I mean, Mr. Sawyer."

"Okay, answer the question."

"No, sir. I'm on the pill."

"Okay, from now on, you are to inform me whenever you fuck Bill-or anyone else. I want to hear details."

She took a deep breath. “Yes, sir."

"I will decide later if I want you wearing yourself out on your husband, when you could be letting that pussy earn my money back."

"Yes, sir."

"Now, as to these other things. I want you to go back into your house and bring a bag containing your makeup kit, shaving cream and a razor."

She blanched and Jack thought she was going to refuse, but she didn't. She seemed to gather herself, then unlatched the door and got out. He watched her adjust her tiny skirt, then trudge up the steps and disappear inside. She came out onto the porch a few minutes later, followed by Bill. He seemed upset, or at least filled with questions.

El brushed him off and hurried back to the car, a small paper bag clutched in one hand. Bill stared at Jack, then shook his head and retreated inside. Jack wondered if he intimidated Bill. After all, Jack held their future in his hands. And Bill was not a big man, so he didn't seem to be much of a threat. Jack knew Bill would be wrestling with his demons over this and wouldn't be sure what to make of it. Eventually, Jack believed El would have to tell him, then there could be trouble if Bill decided to go after him or call the cops.

El had reseated herself, remembering to pull up her skirt. Jack put the car into reverse and backed slowly out of the driveway. He turned and started forward, glancing down occasionally to check out El's bare pussy. He reached over and let his fingers touch her slit. She jerked slightly, then settled down and let him stroke her.

He didn't say anything to her during the drive and she seemed to know better than to talk first. Whenever he glanced at her face, she was staring straight ahead.

He pulled into the plant and parked in his reserved spot, right near the door. He got out, paying no attention to El. She struggled to get out, holding the bag in one hand, and trying to move her skirt down quickly with the other. Jack could see a flash of her bronze bottom before she could cover it.

She followed him inside, walking quickly with her head down. She avoided the stares of the few others she saw on the way to his office. El started to follow Jack inside, but he stopped her immediately. “Your office is ready for you, just down the hall. I want you to enter through your door. I'll call you when I need you."

She nodded vacantly and left. Jack could only imagine the sight that greeted her. While she had been gone yesterday, he'd had her desk turned so it faced the glass door into the hallway. Her modesty would be protected by the kick panel in front, but he knew she'd feel more on display this way. He'd had a tiny camera installed underneath her desk, and another one high up behind her.

He went to his desk and unlocked the top right-hand drawer, where the small flat-panel screen had been installed. He flicked a switch. The screen came on, showing the view from the overhead camera. He watched as El walked around the room slowly, as if she couldn't believe this was to be her prison for the next couple of years. It was much smaller than her CFO's office, consisting of little more than a desk, a chair, a computer and a phone. Everything in the office could be seen through the glass door from the hallway outside.

He observed her as she put down her bag on the desk, empty except for the phone. Nervously, El pulled the chair out and peered underneath it, noticing the small spotlight there, chair high. She looked more closely and spotted the camera, then shook her head. El sat down and scooted herself up close. Jack flipped over to the other camera and observed her legs open in front of him, giving him a good view of her naked loins. The light illuminated her perfectly. Still, that stubble bothered him. At least she had remembered her orders. He wondered if she would remember them all.

He flipped back to the other camera and waited until someone walked by and spotted her in the former secretary's chair. It was Gloria, Jack could see, from human resources. She came in, clearly stunned. They chatted. Jack turned a knob next to the screen and the words came through a small speaker.

"-you doing here?” Gloria seemed flummoxed.

El fidgeted. “Um, I'm Jack's new secretary."

"What about your job?"

"I don't know what's going to happen with that."

"You mean, you've-you've been demoted?"

"I'd prefer to call it a mutual decision."

"But why?"

"I'm not at liberty to say. You'll have to ask Jack."

Jack smiled, watching the scene. Her first mistake, calling him Jack. El's embarrassment pleased him. He picked up the phone. He watched as it rang on El's desk. She jumped, then reached for it with her left hand. Gloria watched her, waiting for her to finish so she could pepper her with additional questions.

Jack observed that while El's right hand strayed to her lap, her fingers didn't touch her pussy. He had expected as much. Her second mistake.

"Yes, sir?"

"Yes, El. I wanted you to take some dictation. We're going to have to come up with something to say about your change of job assignment."

"Yes, sir.” She started to hang up.

"Oh, and El…"

She froze in place, then brought the receiver back to her ear. “What did I tell you to do whenever you were on the phone with me?"

"Um, yes, sir. I'll do that right away, sir."