written by 'will c' :
A Day At The Office (any unauthorised readers please note: these
stories are fictional accounts. They do not refer to anyone living or
dead. Also, they are copywrite of Will c) Linda wasnât looking forward
to the day ahead. As the manager of her own accounts firm, she was due
to spend the entire day interviewing girls for the job as her private
secretary. Quality was hard to come by these days, and Linda was
difficult to please at the best of times. At 32, Linda could be said
to have it all. Not only was she very successful in her career, but
she was very attractive, what her mother used to call âa real head
turner. Linda was about 5â, 8â in height. She had long, shapely legs,
small firm buttocks, a trim waist, and small firm breasts. Lindaâs
facial features were beautiful: large brown eyes, a slim aquiline
nose, large, full sensuous lips, all framed by long black straight
hair. However, Linda considered her best physical features to be her
hands and feet. Her hands were long and sensuous, with long fingers,
and long, wide nails. Her feet were largish, wide-ish across the ball
of the foot, narrowing to a perfectly rounded heel, with long toes,
and long, wide, smooth, perfectly shaped nails. Lindaâs personality
was aggressive and dominant: she had to be the boss in all that she
did, even in her personal and working relationships. Today, with the
interviews in mind, Linda had dressed in a black two piece suit, white
blouse, black stockings, and black stiletto pumps. She wore her long
black hair tied back in a ponytail. She was aware of how imposing she
looked -and that was exactly how she wanted it. She wanted these
prospective employees to know that she was the boss. Seated in her
office, Linda began the interviews at 9am sharp. The first eight women
she interviewed were totally unsuitable for the job. By two in the
afternoon, she was angry and frustrated. As the last interviewee
entered her office, without even looking up from her desk Linda
snapped at the girl to take a seat. When she looked up, Linda had to
stop herself groaning with disappointment. The girl looked very young,
about 17, and had probably just left school. The girl had a plain
face, with shoulder length mousey brown hair. She was very slim,
except for her breasts, which were rather large for her frame. The
girl was dressed in a cheap pink two piece suit, with white tights and
pink flat-heeled shoes. From the application form on her desk, Linda
learned that the girlâs name was Mandy Simms. Looking up, Linda saw
that Mandy was very nervous. She sat in her seat, looking at Linda,
and blinking furiously. Linda was about to send her away, when Mandy
began to speak, in a timid, nervous voice. âP-please, M/s Hawthorn, I
know I donât have much in the way of qualifications and things like
that, but, see, I really need this job." Linda continued to stare at
her, and Mandy took this as a signal to go on. âYou see, I look after
my mum, because she is awfully ill and canât look after herself. But I
wonât let them put her in a home. We canât get by on unemployment
benefit, so I need to work to bring in enough money to keep two of
us.â Linda replied sternly, âWhy donât you try somewhere else for
employment.â âPlease, you have to understand. Because I have just left
school, I donât have any experience. Jobs for girls my age only pay
about ÂŁ70 a week; and thatâs not enough to keep me and mum.â Despite
herself, Linda was beginning to enjoy this interview. She was enjoying
the sense of power she had over Mandy, who was all but begging her for
employment. Linda decided to see how far she would go to land the job.
She said to Mandy âIt is a real problem that you donât have any
experience of typing or shorthand. However, if I did take you on, to
compensate for your lack of experience I may end up asking you perform
certain other little tasks about the office, or personal tasks for me.
How do I know that you would be prepared to do these?â Sensing that
she might have a chance, Mandy blurted out, âI would be happy to do
anything you asked, M/s Hawthorn. Please give me a chance to show you
how good a worker I would be.â Linda said, âvery well. You will spend
the rest of the afternoon with me here at the office, and I will give
you tasks to perform, and assess you on them. If you do well, you will
start work tomorrow morning.â Mandy face flushed with delight. Linda
brought her seat out from behind her desk and sat in front of Mandy.
Linda began, âNow suppose I have just had a phone call from a very
important client and have to rush out to see him. I have to look my
smartest. However, I notice that my pumps are rather dirty. I turn to
you and say, âMandy, please clean my shoesâ. Show me what you would
do.â Without the slightest hesitation, Mandy got up from her seat, got
on to her knees before Linda, pulled out her own personal hankie and
began to wipe Lindaâs black stiletto pumps. âExcellent, said Lindaâ.
Mandy began to wipe harder, obviously pleased with the praise. Linda
continued, âHowever, what if my shoes still lack that essential shine.
You have no hankie, and you have no water or polish to use on them.
What would you do?â Again, without the slightest hesitation, Mandy
replaced the hankie in her pocked, lowered her head and began to lick
the point toe of Lindaâs black stiletto pump. She licked across the
toe, and then along the side of the shoe. Linda was absolutely
thrilled with the sense of power she had. It was making her feel quite
weak. She simply sat there and allowed Mandy to lick both her shoes
clean. When she had finished, Mandy sat back on her legs and beamed up
at Linda. Linda said, âThat was absolutely perfect - except for one
thing; you didnât clean the soles of my shoes or the heels.â Linda
lifted he right foot up until the sole was right in front of Mandyâs
face. Mandy licked the sole of the shoe, and then licked around the
heel. Finally, she took the stiletto heel into her mouth and sucked on
it. Linda couldnât hide her pleasure. âFantasticâ, she said. Task
completed, Linda moved on. âRight, now we are working here in the
office, and I want to get something off that top shelfâ, she said
pointing to a tall bookcase at the other side of the room. She
motioned for Mandy to get up off the floor and to follow her over
there. âNow, I donât like my office furniture to be abused, so I say
to you, âMandy I need something to stand on to reach that book on the
top shelf.â What do you do? Mandy immediate went to the bookshelf and
knelt on her hands and knees in front of it. âPlease step on my back,
M/s Hawthorn, to help you reach it.â Still wearing her stiletto heels,
Linda stepped up on to Mandyâs back. She was obviously heavier than
this little sprig of a teenager - Linda rather enjoyed this thought.
She stood first of all on Mandyâs buttocks and lower back. She could
feel her heels sinking into the flesh and grinding into the bone. She
then walked up Mandyâs back a little, so that she was standing with
one foot on the middle of her back and one foot over her lower back.
Linda could feel Mandy struggling beneath her weight, especially when
her heel ground into the small of her back. Linda moved further up so
that she was standing with one foot across Mandyâs shoulders, and the
other just a little down from it. Obviously struggling now, âMandy
whimpered, âH-have you f-found your book yet, M/s Hawthorn?â.
Non-chalauntly Linda replied, âMm, I am just reading a few pages of
this other book I have spotted. I am sure you can manage to hold my
tiny frame just a little bit longer.â Teasing Mandy further, Linda
said, âI hope you donât mean to imply that I am fat or heavyâ. âN-no,
M/s Hawthornâ, gasped Mandy. âI exercise every day, girl,
step-aerobicsâ. Linda could feel Mandy actually shaking with the
strain of her weight. Not wanting to âbreakâ Mandy too early, Linda
stepped off her back.
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