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A HIGH SCHOOL REUNION
OF DIFFERENT SORTS
(M/F, Slavery, Humiliation)
Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
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Cindy waited nervously in the meeting room overlooking
the Hudson River – she was excited at the opportunity to get an attractive new job,
and finally leave behind the salary of a junior employee, but in all honesty,
she hardly knew anything about Akatia Chemical.
It was such a secretive, small firm; she had not been able to find
anything at all about them on the internet or in any other source. Strangely enough, it hadn’t even been a
headhunter who’d contacted her for the interview – the head of Human Resources,
a woman named Linda Schneider, had contacted her directly. Cindy had no idea how they’d found her. After all, she’d been working at a giant PR
firm since she graduated from college, and she doubted she’d made enough impact
in just 3 years to pop up on the radar screen of any employer…
But this was not the only strange thing: She’d immediately noticed how wantonly the
receptionist was dressed when she’d walked into the office located on the 32nd
floor. The couple women she’d passed by
as she was led to the meeting room were the same – they looked like total
office tarts, dressed to entice and please their no-doubt old and horny
bosses. If this was such a
male-oriented, chauvinistic place, Cindy could never work here: She knew full well she was hot, and there was
never any shortage of guys chasing her, there had never been. But she was tired of being taken for a dumb
blond, and ever since she’d graduated from college parties into the work-place,
she’d made sure to do her best to be taken seriously. Her current company was ultra conservative
and buttoned-down; she could not recall seeing a single woman with a mini-skirt
or a man with a loose tie… And that was
perfectly fine for her – she could always put on the short skirt and the little
black dress on the weekends to go clubbing, and have boys falling all over
themselves for her. That was innocent
fun, but at work she would rather be the serious Cindy…
She’d been waiting for quite some time since she was
escorted into the meeting room, which was starting to border on being
disrespectful in her view – she took another sip from the strange drink they
had given her, the bottle was almost finished by now. It was a neon-green colored thing, tasting
like fruit-flavored water, except that she could not place which fruit at
all. The slutty-looking receptionist had
explained that this was one of the leading products of Akatia Chemical and
Cindy should try it. Cindy had opened
the bottle, figuring it was a good idea to familiarize herself with the product
–after all, she figured they were looking for some in-house PR work to push
their products, which was why she must have been contacted, even though they
had not even specified that…
The door opened, and in walked a woman who looked to
be in her early forties. She was dressed
nothing like the little tarts Cindy had seen earlier – she wore a pure black
power-suite with pants. She was tall and
fit – even seemed to have some rather firm biceps. Cindy was religious about hitting the gym
herself, and did everything she could to maintain her impressive figure, but
she never understood these women who tried to build big muscles like men. It was fair to say she did not like the woman
too much at first glance.
“Hi, I’m Linda Schneider” the woman said, extending
her hand.
“Thank you – I’m Cindy Cooper” the younger woman
replied as they shook hands – Ms. Schneider had a firm grip to say the least…
“Alright then – I will be handling your training…”
Cindy was taken aback:
“Excuse me” she cut in. “I am
here just for an interview… I haven’t
accepted any offers from you yet…”
Linda Schneider took a seat and leaned back, with a
wide, thin smile on her face.
“Well, have you been drinking our very special Akatia
Juice? The bottle seems empty…”
“Well, yes, it tastes… peculiar…”
“You drank the juice, you’ve
taken the job…” Linda said matter-of-factly.
Cindy had no idea what the woman meant but she was
growing concerned that this was going to be a very short interview
indeed... The job could be good and the
pay could be even better perhaps, but there was no way she was going to deal
with a bitch-on-wheels like this one, or work among a bunch of office tarts…
“What’s the job
anyway?” she asked, making sure her tone revealed her annoyance.
“Well...” the older woman spoke, but before she could
finish, the door to the meeting room opened just half-way, and a young man
stuck his head in:
“Hi there Cindy…” he said with a grin.
Cindy’s eyes opened wide – she couldn’t believe
it: It was Jack Reed. He looked as he did in high-school and
judging from the grin plastered all over his face, he had to be the same
obnoxious, arrogant jerk that Cindy remembered only too well – he’d dated and
screwed many of the best-looking girls in Crawford High as she recalled, but
still could not get into Cindy’s pants no matter how much he’d tried. She was the big prize of course, she knew
that… She’d posed for some innocent
pictures in a teen fashion magazine, an amateur attempt at modeling, which had
not lasted, as she had no desire to spend the rest of her life doing something
totally brainless. But it had apparently
been enough to catapult her to the top of the boys’ fantasy list in high school… And that had made her a must-score in Jack’s
eyes of course, no matter how much she resisted his forceful passes - Cindy was
hardly impressed with Jack’s daddy’s money, his expensive car, or the
insufferable class-clown act… Not to mention
what a mean-spirited bastard he could be when he didn’t get his way. She’d learned months later that Jack had
glued copies of her magazine pictures all over the boys’ stalls in the toilets, so that everyone could jerk off to her pictures in
between classes…
And she remembered only too well how Jack and his
cohorts had ganged up on her boyfriend one time, and beat the crap out of him –
they’d fractured poor Josh’s right arm, he had not been able to play guitar in
his garage band for the rest of the school year. Perhaps other girls would have found such
chauvinistic behavior beastly sexy… Cindy
had instead took up the cause, and made sure Jack had gotten a lengthy
probation - only another sizeable donation from daddy had saved him from
getting thrown out of the school entirely…
If there had been one amusing thing that came out of the sordid story,
it was Jack’s father finally having a fit and selling his son’s hot little BMW
to finance the new donation: For once,
Jack was the butt of all jokes….
“Hi Jack” she managed to utter in surprise, barely
making an effort to hide this was an unpleasant encounter indeed – “I haven’t
seen you since graduation - so, you work here then?”
“Oh, yeah…” Jack replied with a smirk.
“Great
fuckin’ company – my father’s one of the shareholders… We’re doing real cutting edge chemistry stuff
here… I’m in the finance side of
things…”
“That’s nice…” Cindy replied politely…
“Well, I just popped in to say hi… I’ll leave you gals to it… but hey, gotta
say, you’re still every bit the hot little piece of ass that you were in
high-school!”
Cindy was left with a hanging mouth at this incredibly
rude comment but Jack was gone as fast as he’d showed up…
She started collecting her handbag - “Well, this is
nice, but I hardly have any interest in chemistry…” she explained to Linda
Schneider with mock politeness.
“The job has nothing to do with chemistry, young lady”
Linda cut in exasperatedly. “And Mr.
Reed will be your new boss…”
Cindy looked at the woman with wide, infuriated eyes –
it would have been humiliating enough to have one of her high school classmates
as her boss; but a pig like Jack Reed?
An insufferable, obnoxious asshole like Jack, who did not appear to have
improved one bit attitude-wise since his teens…? Hell would freeze over first.
“Don’t be so surprised - Mr. Reed asked for you by
name…” Linda noted with an amused look.
“He does need a new secretary – after all men in this Company have a
tendency to tire off their little secretaries all too often… Mr. Reed just worked his way through a pretty
latina straight out of college…”
Cindy got up in pure outrage, not even the least bit
amused with this offensive attempt at a joke…
She could not believe this bitch would dare ask her to be a secretary! Jack Reed’s secretary!
“Sit your ass down” Ms. Schneider barked – and Cindy
found herself doing exactly that…
She hadn’t wanted to do that. She wanted to get up and leave. So, she made another attempt to get up, step
away, step out, and leave… But her mind
suddenly had a mind of its own and wouldn’t listen. Barely contemplating not obeying this woman’s
orders was enough to inject her heart with sharp fear… She had to be obeyed…
“I… I have to go…” Cindy mumbled a few words but she
was cut short:
“Shut up slut” Ms. Schneider barked again.
“I
told you – you drank the Akatia Juice, you took the job…” she smiled even
wider… “Now, for your training…”
*****
3 months later, a young woman entered the elevator of
the skyscraper. She was immediately the
center of attention of men in the crowded lift.
Her tight and small clothes left little to imagination, the heavy
make-up and perfume called for even more attention. She would have been noticeable even from a
distance given the pink color she chose for her clothes and the towering heels
she had on. The girl was drinking out of
one of those Akatia Juice bottles but most men could have figured she was yet
another one of the trollops working on the 32nd floor anyway; indeed
many would have wanted employment there just for that reason, if they could get
a grip on what those guys were actually doing…
The mirror in the elevator reflected Cindy, and the
sight she presented made her quiver in humiliation as usual – she looked like a
total slut.
A slut
with a minor pretense of having put on an office outfit.
Her silk, pastel-pink skirt barely reached
mid-thigh, just enough to cover the tops of her white see-through stockings but
the sexy garter-belts would surely be visible when she dared sit. The form-fitting sweater she wore on top
matched the skirt’s pastel pink but pushed out her sizeable breasts almost
obscenely – one could even make out the details of her lacy bra
underneath. The pink make-up was in tune
with the ensemble, while the shiny black four-inch stilettos contrasted
merrily.
Her hands instinctively made it to her neck and
touched the collar – it fit snugly enough to always remind her it was
there. The collar was made of soft,
classy black leather with silver dots lining at the top and bottom. What really humiliated the young woman was
the fact that her name was printed in silver block letters at the front:
“CINDY” – anybody could read it… And it
was appropriate for a pet. Nevertheless,
she hoped nobody would ever get to see what was printed at the back of the
collar, hidden by her long blond hair: “PROPERTY
OF AKATIA CHEMICAL”… It left no doubt
about Cindy’s new status…
She realized in utter dread that every man in the elevator
was checking her out, as they did every morning. Most made a polite attempt at concealing the
way they were stripping and raping her with their eyes, but not all: The janitor standing behind her was openly grinning
and gawking – she feared he’d try to get a feel, which had happened on a couple
occasions before. Her face was lit up
red with embarrassment and she wanted to flee right then; standing there like
that, like a shameless office tart and a tasty delight for all these men… It was just too much to take – yet the
conditioning was so strong, she could hardly fight it. Merely contemplating to get off on the next
floor and never make it to Akatia Chemical was enough to send darts of fear
through her heart. She knew she’d
explode in anxiety if she barely attempted at insubordination. So, she fixed her eyes on the floor at once,
trying to hide her humiliated face even as the men around her stared at her
upside and down and the few women on board looked at her with a clear disdain…
The phone rang as soon as she made it to her desk – it
was Linda Schneider. The time was only
7:30 in the AM, so none of the bosses were around yet, but the evil bitch even
beat the secretaries to the office in the mornings. Cindy was summoned to her office at once, and
she headed that way with dread. It was
never good to be called to Ms. Schneider’s office, especially in the mornings.
She knocked on the door, had to wait a long while as
usual, and was finally called inside.
Ms. Schneider was at her desk, leaning back on her chair.
“Good morning slut…” Ms. Schneider greeted the young
woman – Cindy felt her blood rising, but she’d helplessly learned to take
insults from Ms. Schneider’s sharp tongue…
“Thank you ma’am” she replied subserviently.
“Yes – a good morning.
But you’ve
been a bad girl, and you shall be punished”!
“What have I
done wrong ma’am?” Cindy asked in a fearful, whiny tone she could not
suppress. Punishments from Ms. Schneider
had been a permanent fix of her training and she hated submitting to the
painful, mortifying spankings – almost as much as Ms. Schneider obviously
enjoyed administering them.
Linda Schneider was up already, and swinging her
feared crop in the air.
“You’ve left the gym early last evening – I get an
automatic warning from the gym whenever one of my girls doesn’t complete her
program – we give airheaded office sluts like you a little slack, and you immediately
try to avoid your duties … You need to be reminded that it is an absolute
requirement to keep in tip-top shape for your Boss…”
It was true – Cindy had left early. All secretaries had to attend gym religiously
and maintain perfect form, which was not ordinarily a big torment for such a
fitness fanatic as Cindy, except that now she had to do it not for herself, but
to please her superiors… For the first
time in months, she’d cut the cardio short, because she was exhausted and
wanted to go home – this of course was more than enough for punishing a lowly
secretary at Akatia Chemical…
“Assume the position” Ms. Schneider barked angrily,
and Cindy did as she was told at once, despite her embarrassment. She leaned at the waist and laid her upper
body on Ms. Schneider’s heavy oak business desk and quickly unzipped her skirt,
letting it fall on the ground. Her
breasts were crushed underneath her and her ass was already shivering from the
cool air it was unexpectedly exposed to.
Ms. Schneider appreciated the sight before her, but
moved on quickly – she kicked Cindy’s legs apart, making sure she fully stepped
out of her slutty little skirt. The girl
was wearing a thong of course, as was required, and this would leave her ass
exposed nicely for Ms. Schneider’s blows…
Not fully content, she pushed up Cindy’s tight pink sweater up, too, and
could barely hold her chuckling when she was presented with Cindy’s new tattoos
once again. They were maybe a week old, printed
in fine Italic letters on the small of her back, right above the ass-crack, a
little present from the Boss to his slutty little secretary…:
World’s best-trained
Secretary
***
The Boss is always
Right!
Many hot, young women had sexy tattoos in eye-catching
places these days, but none like this… Linda
supposed any kind of beach outing in bikinis would be a fairly humiliating
experience for the little slut from now on…
That Jack Reed was certainly a mean, spiteful creature – she imagined
the young Boss fucking his sexy secretary from behind, and having a good laugh
while he did it…
Linda leaned in, and got close to Cindy’s left
ear:
“You know slut, your Boss will be heading for another
business trip to LA next week – you know what that means, no? You will be serving my needs for a few
days… And I intend to have all my needs
fulfilled while your Boss is out travelling…We’ll have a very good time with
you!”
This was the main fringe benefit of her role in Akatia
Chemical for Linda Schneider: The pretty
little young women they hired for the amusement of the men were off limits when
they were around, except for these highly amusing discipline sessions – but
when they were gone, she was the boss of the girl left in the office. There could hardly be a better reward for a
bull dyke like Linda. An obedient,
pretty young woman at her mercy… And the
more the girl hated the touch of another woman, the more fun Linda tended to
have…
She flexed her arm and landed the first blow on
Cindy’s extremely well-toned ass and was rewarded with a loud shriek from the
bent-over young woman. The girls who
came in for a punishment usually did their best to keep mum, but it was hard to
do when Linda was swinging her leather crop.
Linda landed another blow and Cindy cried again…
10 minutes and 10 blows later, Cindy was trying to
straighten her skirt, gingerly pulling it over her burning ass, as she stood
ready to leave Linda’s office with a red, tiery face. She certainly would not be leaving the gym
early again for a long while… Linda gave
her a hard slap on her burning bottom, thrusting her towards the door: “Now, go keep your Boss well-pleased, girl…”
she said with a dismissive chuckle…
Cindy rushed out the door with Ms. Schneider’s shove,
and almost ran straight into Stacy Fields, one of the rare women who worked at Akatia
Chemical out of her own will. She was a
petite, mousy woman, fairly unattractive, but a brilliant chemist who was paid
incredible amounts by the Company.
Perhaps to signify her high status, she happened to have a male
Secretary, Ricky - an ex-underwear-model and superb body-builder who seemed
incredibly content to answer Stacy’s calls and spend long periods in her corner
office…
Stacy smirked at Cindy dismissively – she could not
have been more than just a couple years older than the blonde woman: “What a good little pet you are” she mocked
Cindy with a wide smile, “I could hear you all the way out here – you’ve been
corrected straight, have you?”.
Cindy had no come-back line – even if she would be
allowed to have one. Stacy chuckled and
left her behind as Ricky got up in a rush to meet his powerful young Boss…
Cindy’s ass was on fire from the beating but she kept
the sway on her hips as always as she made her way towards her own desk. She was schooled even in the way she walked
since she ‘took’ the job at Akatia Chemical – the slutty, provoking, eye-catching walk of an office tart… She was near crying in her frustration and
humiliation, but if she did, she’d have to rush to the bathroom and refresh her
make-up again – she could not appear in any shape less than absolute perfect
when Jack arrived. She ran into the kitchen
to pick up his coffee just as he liked – not in a million years could she have
imagined finding herself in this position, preparing coffee to serve that smug,
obnoxious, mean asshole in the mornings…
She wanted to throw the cup right on the wall and break it into a
thousand pieces; but the conditioning was just too forceful. She ran into a couple other secretaries
preparing for the bosses to arrive, and they too were dressed in feminine
colors, tight minis and body-hugging tops… They merely exchanged quick sympathetic looks,
avoiding small talk.
She placed the hot cup of coffee on Jack’s desk and seated
herself at her own desk in front of his office - the chair was simply too small
and deliberately set too low. It kept her hips lower than her knees, making it
all the more difficult to retain modesty in her tiny miniskirt. The desk she was sitting behind was too small
as well. There was no modesty board on
the front, and so no chance to hide the delights that the chair and her skirt
conspired to display... Exactly the way
Jack liked, and passers-by appreciated…
Her Apple computer sat on the small desk – she had to
do hours and hours of typing on it every day, she was certain Jack dumped
mindless, boring work on her out of spite; he just seemed to enjoy frustrating and
ridiculing her… The screensaver kept flashing the same message over and over
again in big pink letters on the black background: “The Boss is Always Right!!!”… This was the favorite motto of Jack, the
arrogant, smug bastard that he was:
Cindy had notepads, marked with the same motto on top of each page, in
the same obnoxiously feminine bright pink letters. She had a black coffee mug, with a big pink
“The Boss is Always Right!!!” printed on it… She had to wear t-shirts and
sweaters with the same print on most casual Fridays: “The Boss is Always Right!!!”…
Jack showed up at 9 AM as always, looking like he’d
stayed out late as usual, probably partying with the Swedish model he was
dating these days - the impossibly tall
bitch hated Cindy of course, as she’d made clear with her rude behavior in a
couple visits to the office. It wasn’t
as if Cindy hated being Jack’s slutty secretary any less than his girlfriend
liked to see it…
“Good morning babycakes” he said with his usual smug
grin as he entered his office, without waiting for Cindy to respond.
But Cindy knew what to do: She took out her mirror, made sure everything
was in right order and she looked perfect – it was time for Jack’s morning
blow-job… He liked to have his morning
coffee with a nice, slow blow-job from his slutty secretary…
Cindy knocked on the door and was summoned in at once.
“Yes?”
It was the same theatre every morning:
“Jack…” Cindy said in the sultriest voice she could
muster, as if she was dying to serve her Boss and had spent the entire night
tossing right and left in the hopes of being found worthy enough to suck his
powerful cock… And it was always ‘Jack’
when she was asking to be of some sexual use to her superior, not ‘Sir’ or
‘Boss’…
“Can I please suck your cock, Jack?” she asked, her
words finishing with a parted lip to advertise her eagerness – a sexy little
slut of a secretary who had the hots for her big Boss…
Jack chuckled and gestured at the floor without a word
as he took another sip from his coffee – there was nothing like a blow-job from
a girl as hot as Cindy in the mornings, especially when she used to have been
as haughty as this little bitch was… The
conditioning was near perfect – she got down on her knees eagerly at once, and
was unzipping him enthusiastically. And
the girl was an expert on how best to suck his cock – practice made perfect he
supposed…
Nevertheless, conditioning went only so far: Despite the eager slut serving her Boss, Jack
could see the utter humiliation and outrage in Cindy’s eyes – but this only
amused him further… Little
Miss-Goody-Two-Shoes was finally being put to her place… over and over, in
fact…
After a good 10 minutes of delightful, silky
ministrations from one of his chief high-school fantasy girls, Jack could hold
back no longer: He exploded with a silent
grunt and flooded Cindy’s pretty mouth with his cumm… The girl swallowed immediately - this was a
pretty typical fix for Cindy in the mornings after all…
Cindy zipped him up obediently, and said “Thank you
Sir” in the sweetest, quietest voice imaginable and got back on her high-heels to
go back to her little desk.
“Well…” Jack chuckled in a mood to make a point, “Did
you know my pretty slut, I jerked off to this very
thing a hundred times since high-school?
But, hey, nothing beats the real thing and I can now get it anytime… How
do you like that?”
Not sure how to reply to this, Cindy just managed to utter
an obedient “Thank you, Sir..”
“Yes, well, I have a job for you” Jack spoke before
Cindy could leave. “Are you still in
touch with, let’s see, what were the names of those sluts? Shannon and Jennifer, right? Your pretty friends…?”
“Yes, Sir, I am...
I mean we meet normally like once a month, they like coming to New York
and often stay with me…” Except that
Cindy had not seen her two best friends from high-school in 3 months, had
avoided them in fact – how could she ever explain to them that Jack Reed was
her Boss, and she was now a lowly secretary… She could never stand such
humiliation in front of her oldest, closest friends…
“Very well – set them both up for an interview with
Ms. Schneider – we have some openings in the steno pool…”
Cindy couldn’t believe her ears – she knew what an
interview with Linda Schneider meant.
She could not allow her best friends to fall into that horrible trap,
she could not let them become what had become of her – she could not let them
walk into this office and see what Cindy had turned into, and then be reduced
to merely couple of desperate, obedient sluts like her, at the whim of evil,
asshole Bosses… And steno pool was even
worse – those girls were available for any executive to use as they pleased…
“Is that understood, slut?” Jack asked sternly.
Cindy wanted to scream in protest – but orders were
orders. And the conditioning was just
too heavy, too strong, too impenetrable…
“Yes, Sir” she replied in defeat…
“Good; I wanna see those two sluts in here with Ms.
Schneider within the week – and then I can consider how I’d like pair up my
steno girls with my slutty secretary…”
Cindy felt abject terror at his suggestion, but someone
knocked on the door just then…
“Aah, speaking of high-school friends…” Jack smiled.
Cindy had no idea what Jack meant.
“Come on in” he yelled – and in walked a couple of
extremely fat young men…
Cindy couldn’t believe her eyes – it was Fatty Frankie
and Chunky Charlie, the butts of every joke in high-school. Jack himself must have kicked their ass a
dozen times. Girls had been no
different, tormenting and ridiculing the fat boys endlessly. It was really funny the way they were friends
and always hanged out together – Fatty and Chunky. They had given them the nicknames of
course. They were total dorks, not even
nerds really, because they had not even been smart… A couple of big-assed losers…
“Hello there fellas” Jack greeted them.
“Hi…” Chunky Charlie shook Jack’s hand. “I didn’t see any secretary out there…”
“That’s because the little floozy is here…” Jack
pointed at Cindy.
Both guys looked at Cindy carefully for the first time
and their eyes grew wide: “Oh my God,
isn’t this Cindy Cooper?” Fatty Frankie erupted.
Cindy had been too surprised to speak, but suddenly
she realized the horrid situation she was in – she was being introduced to
these fat losers from high-school as Jack’s secretary. And she doubtless looked like a total slut,
dressed as she was…
An
obvious, obnoxious office tart.
Her
face lit up in red shame, but she was powerless to stop this humiliation…
“Oh my God – she’s your _secretary_ Jack? And Cindy… you look incredible as always, I gotta
say…” Frankie commented.
“I… thank you…” Cindy managed to say, dying in shame –
she knew full well she looked like nothing but an office plaything… And if Chunky Charlie and Fat Frankie knew,
how many of her high-school friends would learn soon? That she’d been reduced to secretary and slut
of none other than Jack Reed?
“Yup, she is…” Jack explained. My previous secretary had to leave, and then
I thought of digging into some of my ex-friends who needed a job, you
know… And, heck, who wouldn’t want to
have Cindy around, huh? ”
“Damn right” Chunky Charlie replied. “Boy, she used to be such a
goody-little-two-shoes in high-school – except when it came to us, huh? A total bitch to us…”
“Well, I guess we were fair game for everyone to joke
and tease…” Fatty Frankie concurred.
Jack turned to Cindy:
“Well, Cin, did you know Charlie and Frankie now both work at a critical
government agency in DC? And they can
help us land an important piece of business…?
I was very surprised and actually glad to learn this… Boys and I, well, we’ve had some differences
in high-school, sure… But I promised to
make it up to them. Not in the least by
showing them both a real good time in New York…”
Cindy was still too embarrassed to participate in the
conversation – the fat guys were obviously just plain ogling her as she stood
in the corner.
“Thing is, I got a date with my girlfriend that I
cannot break… So, I told them, you would
be ecstatic to show them around and show them a good time tonight…”
Cindy at first looked at Jack with blank eyes, then
she knew for sure what was expected of her:
She was to fuck none other than Chunky Charlie and Fat Frankie tonight…
She wanted to scream in disgust and humiliation… She could never be reduced to going out with,
and fucking, either of these fat losers…
Never, ever, ever…
“Is that understood, Cindy?” Jack asked sternly.
“Yes, Sir…” Cindy found herself saying in defeat. She had no choice, did she? The conditioning was too strong…
“Very well then – pick the boys up from Four Seasons
at 7:30, and make sure to dress appropriately…”
Cindy hanged her head in shame and said “Yes, Sir…”
even as Frankie and Charlie grinned ear-to-ear… There was something about Cindy that could
unite any man after all…
“Now go fetch coffee for the guests while we discuss
business” – Frankie and Charlie had both taken their seats in big leather
chairs in front of Jack’s desk.
“And by the way…” Jack noted as Cindy made her way to
the door.
“Make sure to get here early tomorrow morning no
matter how late you stay out – it’s the casual Friday after all…”
“Yes Sir” Cindy replied – like all secretaries at
Akatia Chemical, she hated casual Fridays which only provided further excuse to
humiliate and abuse the girls.
“And this time put on your school-girl uniform” Jack
took a last sip from his coffee… “I’m in the mood for plaid…!”
Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
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(That’s the only pay-off in writing,
really...!)
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