SLEEP TIME


My thanks to the anonymous author of an unfinished piece called
"High on Heels" for giving me the inspiration for this bit of
fluff.  Comments welcome, but please send them to
alt.sex.stories.d

-Downing Street

			---- 1 ----

   The intercom buzzed on Adena's desk.  She pushed the talk 
button and spoke to her boss, Mr. Pouvoir.  "Yes sir?"
   "Miss Fox, could you come in here a moment, please?" came 
Pouvoir's voice.
   "Of course, sir."  The shapely young secretary got to her 
feet, smoothed down her long skirt and walked into her employer's 
office.
   Pouvoir was sitting behind his desk, stacks of paper all about 
him.  He smiled at Adena as she came in.  "Close the door, 
please, Miss Fox", he said.  Adena did as he asked, wondering 
what all the secrecy was about.  Was she in trouble?  It was far 
too early for a performance review, she had just started here two 
months ago.
   "Sleep Time" he said.
   For a moment the busty brunette looked confused, but then her 
eyes closed and she stood in front of him, sound asleep.  Pouvoir 
spoke to her, calmly, reassuringly.  He asked her if she 
understood, and Adena nodded her head or mumbled "yes" each time.
   "Wake Up Time" he said finally.
   Adena's eyes fluttered open.  She looked around her.  "I...I'm 
sorry, did you say something?" she asked.
   Her boss seemed not to notice her momentary lapse.  "Miss Fox, 
can you take this package down to the mailroom right away.  It 
has to go out today and I'm afraid we'll miss the courier."  He 
handed her a package.
   "Of course, sir" said Adena, relieved that that was all he 
wanted.  She didn't notice the smile on her boss's face as she 
turned and left the office.
   Adena left work that evening and decided to stop at the mall 
on the way home.  She was walking along, with no particular 
destination in mind, when she found herself passing a shoe store, 
one of the shops that aimed at the young and trendy.  Not at all 
the kind of place where Adena shopped. 
   But today she found herself looking in the window at the gaudy 
shoes and boots on display.  One pair in particular caught her 
eye.  They were black lace-ups, with preposterous platform soles 
and even higher block heels.  Adena looked down at her plain 
white flats.  Sensible shoes for the office.  She looked back at 
the gleaming black shoes in the window.  Feeling suddenly 
impulsive, she walked into the store.
   It was a funny sensation at first, walking in two-inch 
platforms, but Adena decided that she liked it.  Especially the 
high heels.  So much so that she was smiling the next morning as 
she entered the well-appointed downtown office where she worked. 
 She had not failed to notice either that a woman in a pair of 
sexy shoes drew a lot of admiring glances from the men she met 
along the way.  This was a bit of a change for Adena, who tended 
to play down her natural good looks, especially her exceptional 
chest, so that men would not be staring all the time.
   At work that day Adena found herself stopping frequently to 
admire her feet.  She felt a warm sense of satisfaction with her 
new shoes.  She found herself wearing them all week, and always 
felt good when she put them on.  After a couple of days she 
decided the only drawback was that she only had one pair, and 
couldn't wear them with a lot of her clothes.  
   That day she went out for lunch and again found herself in 
front of a shoe store.  She surprised herself by buying a pair of 
sharp-looking white ankle boots, with vamp heels, and white laces 
up the front.  Though the boots looked great (she had never owned 
a pair before) they were too fancy to wear to work, Adena 
decided, even as she walked back to the office in her new 
footwear.  She felt good the rest of the day, and cheerfully 
plunged into her usual word-processing and other secretarial 
duties.
   "What's with the new shoes?" her best friend Candice asked her 
at work one day.  She was a petite woman, with a pretty face and 
a slender figure.  
   Adena shrugged.  "I thought I'd try something different.  
Don't you like them?
   Her friend looked at her feet appraisingly.  "Don't you find 
the heels a bit much?"
   "They're surprisingly comfortable, really.  You should try a 
pair."
   "No thanks," the smaller girl said, "I'm on my feet all day.  
Shoes like that would kill me."  She herself was wearing black 
flats beneath grey slacks.
   The next day was a Friday, and the office traditionally 
dressed a little more casually at the end of the week.  Adena was 
getting dressed in her apartment that morning, and she reached 
into the closet for a pair of comfortable pants.  She started to 
pull them on, but hesitated.  Pants seemed so...so wrong somehow. 
 Unflattering.  Sure she wanted to dress a little looser, but did 
that mean she had to look sloppy?  She opted instead for a 
knee-length, slim skirt with buttons up the front.  The black 
skirt looked great with dark stockings and her new black platform 
shoes.
   Candice thought she was foolish, not to take advantage of an 
opportunity to relax a little.  She found work clothing 
uncomfortable, and had come to work in dress blue-jeans.  Their 
coffee-clatch conversation was interrupted when Mr. Pouvoir 
called Adena into her office.  She noticed that his gaze dropped 
for a moment to her legs, and she decided she liked the 
attention.       
   "Sleep Time," Mr. Pouvoir said, and Adena's head fell forward, 
her eyes closed.
   Some measureless time later Adena found herself looking over 
her boss appreciatively as he talked.  Mr. Pouvoir was a handsome 
man.  She wondered vaguely if he had a big cock.
   The thought burst, unbidden, into her mind, and she was 
suddenly acutely embarrassed.  What was she thinking?  This was 
her boss, for pity's sake, and she was not one to think about men 
that way.  She realized belatedly that she was reddening in 
embarrassment and her boss was looking at her strangely.  "Are 
you all right, Miss Fox?" he said politely.  "You look flushed."
   "Yes....I mean, no,...I mean, I'm fine." sputtered Adena, 
shaking off her reverie.  "Please go on with what you were 
saying."
   Her boss smiled indulgently and continued his conversation 
about filing procedures.  Adena tried to concentrate on the 
discussion but the intrusive thought about the size of Mr. 
Pouvoir's manhood just wouldn't go away.  She kept sneaking 
covert glances at the crotch of his pants, looking for any clues 
as to his endowment.  She was relieved when he finally let her 
go, and she could sit at her cubicle and try to cool down.
   One of the other secretaries came by, a middle-aged woman 
named Kara.  She was nice enough, but Adena found her incessant 
lectures about her three beautiful children a little boring.  
Today, however, she was circulating a sign-up sheet for noon-hour 
aerobics classes.  If she got enough names, the company would pay 
for the hall and the instructor's time.  Trying to change the 
subject, Adena commented that Kara had got her hair done.  The 
older woman beamed.  "Do you like it?" she asked, fluffing up her 
hair with one hand.
   "It's very attractive," Adena said politely, "makes you look 
younger, too."
   "Well, I'm only 44 you know.  I've still got plenty of life in 
me.  You're sure you won't sign up?"
   Adena told her she would think about it, then watched the 
older blonde walk away.  Kara was wearing slacks, for casual 
Friday, but she had not forsaken her usual high heels.
   Adena had a perfectly ordinary weekend planned, but when she 
had finished cleaning the apartment on Saturday morning she felt 
like doing a little shopping.  Ordinarily Adena enjoyed hanging 
out on weekends in jeans and sneakers, but as she wandered the 
mall that afternoon she felt ill at ease.  She just wasn't 
dressed enough to be out in public.  
   She bought several items in different stores, but one outfit, 
a short brown jumper combined with a white sweater really caught 
her eye.  She tried it on and was so impressed with how it looked 
on her that she decided to keep wearing it.  The young clerk was 
a little surprised when Adena asked her to throw her jeans in a 
bag, but she complied readily enough.  The new dress was in 
keeping with the mini-length style of the moment, and the clerk 
even persuaded Adena to get a pair of shiny brown pantyhose to go 
with it.  After paying for the dress, she slipped down the 
hallway to a shoe store to find something to go with the new 
dress.  


	---- 2 ----


   There was a cheerful spring in Adena's step as she walked into 
the office, even if it was Monday morning.  She was wearing her 
new jumper, and more than one male head turned to admire her 
brown-nyloned legs as she walked past.  Her new shoes, brown 
suede slip-ons with just enough heel to give her legs a bit of 
lift, were the perfect compliment to the dress, and although 
Adena had not really intended it, the snug white sweater 
displayed her generous breasts a bit more prominently than her 
usual style.
   She was secretly hoping that Mr. Pouvoir would notice her new 
look, and she wasn't disappointed.  When she came into the office 
to drop off the mail his eyes swept appreciatively up and down 
the length of her body, lingering a moment on the point where her 
legs disappeared beneath the short dress.
   Adena left the office a few minutes later, and began to work 
on the word-processing assignments from Mr. Pouvoir.  She was 
distracted, however, by persistent questions about the size of 
his cock.  "I'll bet he's huge," she said to herself, and giggled.
   "What's that?" asked Candice, peering around the door of her 
cubicle.
   "Oh, um, I said, um, 'I'd better do -- I'd better do this 
quickly or Big Co -- I mean Mr. Pouvoir will be upset.'" Adena 
improvised quickly.
   Her petite friend frowned.  "Are you sure you're OK, Adena? 
You look a little funny this morning."
   Adena assured her that she was fine, then returned to her 
typing for Big Cock.  She loved the nickname; it suited him so 
well.  The man must be hung like a horse.  She was sure of it.
   A couple of days later, Adena went to get a coffee and 
overheard two of the other secretaries talking by the coffee 
machine.  They were debating, in all earnestness, which of their 
respective bosses, Mr. Masters or Mr. Sargeant, was the more 
pleasant to work for.  Adena looked at them covertly.  Both women 
were young, and dressed attractively, in form-fitting, 
abbreviated suits and high heeled pumps.  One woman was wearing 
hose with a row of tiny flowers up each leg.  Adena, who once 
chided at the frivolousness of that kind of apparel, found 
herself looking them over approvingly.  Of course, she didn't 
envy either of them for their positions, though both of them also 
worked for directors of the company.  She got to work for Mr. 
Alain "B.C." Pouvoir, and she wouldn't trade that job for the 
world.
   Adena hadn't planned to do any more shopping for a while.  
Nevertheless that evening after work found her in her favourite 
shopping mall, the one with all the upscale, glamorous fashions. 
 A few drops of rain reminded her she needed some new boots.  
They had to be practical, of course, but the knee-high, red 
leather numbers she ended up with were hardly that.  Still, she 
liked them instantly, and wore them to work the next day.  They 
looked good, she decided, with the red plaid mini she had bought 
the same day.
   Adena's new outfit brought her a lot of admiring looks as she 
walked to the office.  She hadn't realized so many men had a 
weakness for high-heeled boots.  She was chiefly interested in 
Mr. Pouvoir's reaction, and he did not disappoint her either.  
His eyes were on her legs from the moment she walked in the door, 
only diverted occasionally by the tempting mammaries filling her 
snug new sweater.  Adena was actually hoping she could turn him 
on a little.  Maybe if she got him hard she could find out just 
how big he was.  As usual, just the thought of her boss's cock 
made her blood quicken.
   Candice gave her a bit of a hard time about the new outfit, 
saying it was too hot for the office, but Adena dismissed her 
ragging as simple jealousy.  She was still wearing pants to work 
for pity's sake.  What a slob.  
   She ran into Kara on the way back from lunch.  The older woman 
was just returning, along with a lot of the other secretaries, 
from the noon-hour aerobics class.  Kara looked good, refreshed 
from the exercise, and she was sporting a young-looking minidress 
that showed off her athletic legs.  Adena was afraid she would go 
on about her kids, but instead they ended up talking about the 
best places to buy leotards.
   Adena was sitting in her cubicle, late the next day, more or 
less staring at her computer screen without doing much typing.  
Mr. Pouvoir came out of his office, a sheaf of papers in his 
hands.  "Miss Fox," he said, stepping up behind her, "Have we 
still got the originals for these invoices?"
   Adena started to say something, but her boss put his mouth 
down near her ear.  "Sleep Time" he said.  Immediately Adena's 
eyes closed and she slumped back into her chair.  Sleeping 
peacefully, she nodded agreement to the things Mr. Pouvoir said 
to her.  Some minutes later he said "Wake Up Time" and Adena sat 
up, looking around.     "Yes, I have the originals somewhere, let 
me look in the files and I'll bring them to you."
   "Fine", said her boss, smiling as he returned to his office.
   Adena did dress down a little for casual Friday, though she 
noticed that lately many of the other secretaries preferred not 
to.  It was a fine day, so Adena decided to wear shorts.  Not her 
usual walking shorts -- she found these so repulsive she couldn't 
understand why she had bought them -- but snug red short-shorts 
that hugged her backside and revealed the full length of her 
perfect legs.  She coupled the shorts with shiny black pantyhose 
and another new pair of shoes, dark red, backless slides with 
thick platform heels.  A frilly red blouse nicely accented her 
jumbo- sized breasts.
    This time, heads turned and jaws dropped as Adena sauntered 
down the street to the office.  As she crossed the lobby and 
waited for an elevator, she could feel the eyes of every man in 
the vicinity on her.  Adena decided she liked the attention, and 
even smiled at some of the men as she passed by.  
   She got the same reaction in the office.  Instead of being 
jealous, several of the other secretaries even complimented her, 
and Esther, the young receptionist, asked her where she got the 
shoes.  Esther was wearing a figure-hugging sweater-and-tights 
combination with ornate suede cowboy boots.
   By the time she got to her cubicle, Adena was feeling very 
sexy.  She quickly thought up a pretext to drop in on her boss, 
just to see his reaction to her outfit.
  Holding a memo in her hand, she gently knocked on the open 
door.  "Excuse me, Mr. Pouvoir, but I don't remember if I gave 
you this," she said, holding out the memo.  It was doubtful that 
Mr. Pouvoir even saw it.  His eyes were too busy drinking in 
Adena's fully displayed curves.  When he finally tore his eyes 
away from her nylon-encased thighs, his gaze moved only a moment 
before locking in on her marvellous tits.  Adena found his 
attention unexpectedly exciting, and she was aware of her nipples 
hardening inside her bra.  "Um...Mr. Pouvoir?" she said at last.
   Mr. Pouvoir came out of his reverie, smiling.  "Well, let's 
see.  Hmmm, yes, I have seen this.  Put it in the job file with 
the others."
   Adena turned reluctantly to leave.  "Oh, Ms Fox," her boss 
said conversationally, "may I say you look very nice today."
   The busty secretary warmed instantly at the compliment.  She 
turned to find Mr. Pouvoir looking at her legs again.  "Why, 
thank you," she said, automatically pushing back a strand of long 
hair in a deliberately feminine gesture.  "You don't think shorts 
are too...casual...for the office?"  
   He waved a hand.  "Not at all.  It's Friday after all.  I'm 
sorry I wore a tie."  He pushed his chair back from his desk and 
leaned back casually.  Reflexively, Adena's eyes dropped to his 
crotch, and she drew in her breath.  There was an unmistakable 
lump in Mr. Pouvoir's pants.  He had a hard-on:  that she had 
given him!  The shapely young secretary found her pulse 
quickening, and her face flushed in heat.  For a long moment she 
stood there, staring at his crotch, transfixed.  Somehow the view 
of his cock, even through two layers of clothing, struck her as 
irresistibly erotic.  Finally she became aware that he was 
speaking.
   "...all right, Miss Fox?  Is something wrong?"
   With an effort, Adena pulled herself together.  "Of course 
not, I'm fine.  It's just...warm in here, that's all.  Excuse me, 
I have to go."  And with that she bolted from the office, and 
made her way to the washroom as fast as she could go in the 
high-heeled slides.  She almost collided with a workman coming 
out of the woman's room.
   "Go right ahead, Miss, I'm all done," he said politely.  He 
looked as if he was disappointed Adena hadn't actually bumped 
into him.  "Let me know what you think of the mirrors." he called 
after her.  Without looking back Adena knew he was staring at her 
ass. 
   Adena barely glanced at the row of full-length mirrors 
installed along one wall of the washroom.  Finding an empty 
toilet stall she stepped inside and quickly locked the door.  
Then she peeled down her shorts, nylons and damp panties and 
began to finger herself urgently.  Her mind was filled with 
images of Mr. Pouvoir's elephantine cock.  She imagined it in 
front of her, rigid and powerful, as her hands and tongue 
caressed it lovingly.  She pictured herself nude before it, 
feeling it everywhere, in her mouth, in her sex, between her 
breasts.  The busty secretary had no idea why she was suddenly so 
aroused, but she was simply too hot to care.   Standing in the 
cubicle, legs spread, head thrown back, she masturbated 
frantically. "Oh yes, Mr. Big Cock, such a big cock, big cock, 
big cock, fuck me with that big cock," she mumbled deliriously, 
until her ripe body shook with an intense orgasm.
   When Adena had calmed down sufficiently and cleaned herself 
up, she stepped out of the cubicle to find Kara standing before 
one of the new full-length mirrors, adjusting her hair.  
   "Hi Adena!" the older woman said cheerfully.  "Isn't this 
wonderful, having decent mirrors in here?"  Adena agreed it was a 
thoughtful touch.  Kara was dressed in a stylishly cut black 
suit, trimmed in yellow, with a skirt that stopped just a few 
inches below the hem of the jacket.  She wore sheer stockings and 
mustard yellow high heels with a big-buckled strap around the 
ankles.  The shoes had at least four inches of heel.  It seemed a 
rather young outfit for a woman Kara's age, but Adena had to 
admit she still had the legs for it. 
   "Are you going to join us sometime for aerobics?" Kara asked, 
still fussing in front of the mirror.  "We have a second class 
going now, if you don't want to miss your lunch hour.  Some of us 
are going after work too."
   "What about the kids?" Adena asked
   Kara waved a hand dismissively.  "They're old enough to make 
their own supper."
   Adena told her again that she would think about it, and made 
her way back to her cubicle.  All through the afternoon her 
thoughts kept drifting back to Big Cock, and eventually she had 
to make another trip to the washroom to relieve herself.  On the 
way back she ran into Candice, who looked at her in surprise.  
"Adena!  What's with the outfit?"
   "It's Friday.  I decided to wear shorts."
   "I'll say you did.  Don't you feel a little...exposed?  Every 
guy in the office is staring at you."
   "I know," said Adena, and giggled.
   But Candice was concerned.  "Adena, are you all right?  Has 
something happened to you?  You've been acting awfully strange 
lately."
   "What on earth do you mean?"  The had arrived at Adena's 
cubicle.
   "Well, come on, just look at you.  You're coming to the office 
looking like a rock concert groupie.  This isn't like you."
   Adena felt herself becoming irritated.  "Look, Candice, I just 
feel like dressing up a little, that's all.  Just because I'm a 
secretary doesn't mean I can't be a woman too."
   "But don't you want to be treated like a professional?"
   "I want to be treated like a woman.  And I think a little 
pride in one's appearance looks a lot more professional than 
showing up in jeans and sweats like a janitor!"
   Candice stared at her in shock.  "Ok, Adena," she said at 
last.  "It's your business.  I'll see you later."
   Adena felt bad about insulting her friend, but she forgot 
about it when she looked up to see Mr. Pouvoir standing at the 
door of his office.  "Troubles?" he asked.
   Adena smiled.  "Not at all sir.  We were just chatting."  She 
let her eyes linger on his crotch.
   Adena arrived at work Monday morning to find a couple of memos 
on her desk.  She sat down to read them but instead spent several 
minutes just admiring her new shoes.  They were black slip-ons 
with thick soles and very high block heels.  Adena hadn't 
intended to buy shoes, or even to go shopping particularly, but 
she had impulsively stopped at the mall on the way home from 
grocery shopping, and when she saw the shoes in a store window 
she fell in love with them instantly.  She loved the way the high 
heels shaped her legs, which were dressed today in sleek white 
nylons and a new black mini.  
   When she had finished admiring herself and fixing her make-up, 
Adena took a look at the memos.  They were from Irma Maples, in 
the payroll office.  The first one indicated that, in response to 
numerous requests, weight loss aids such as Reducto pills would 
now be covered under the Company medical insurance plan.  The 
second advised that a representative from Kelly-Marie cosmetics 
would be in the office on Friday to talk about their new line of 
products.  The memos were signed "i.m." with a heart replacing 
the dot on the "i".  
   The intercom on Adena's desk buzzed and Mr. Pouvoir called her 
into his office.  Instantly Adena was excited.  She got up from 
her desk, smoothed down her tight, white sweater, adjusted her 
mini slightly, and headed for her boss's office.  "Yes, Mr. 
Pouvoir?", she said, pausing inside the office door.  
   Mr. Pouvoir looked his secretary up and down appreciatively. 
"Have a seat, won't you, Ms Fox," he said, gesturing toward a 
chair.  Adena sat, crossed her knees, and made a show of tugging 
down the hem of her skirt, although she knew it was useless.  
"Sleep Time," said Mr. Pouvoir.


	---- 3 ----


   Adena didn't speak to Candice again until the middle of the 
week, when she was sitting in the deserted lunchroom, eating her 
salad and reading a fashion magazine.  So many of the secretaries 
were taking noon-hour aerobics that the lunchroom was usually 
pretty empty.  Adena was wearing another new outfit, a cute pink 
sweater-and-skirt combination.  The sweater had a row of bright 
red hearts across the bustline, and since Adena had chosen a size 
that fit quite snugly, the hearts were distended by the smooth 
swell of her heavy chest, only partly restrained by a pink 
push-up bra.  The matching pink skirt was wide and flippy and 
very brief.  Just for fun Adena had enhanced the sexy-little-girl 
look of the outfit with sleek pink knee-socks, and pink, suede, 
platform booties.  
   The booties were high-heeled of course.  Adena rarely wore 
anything else these days.  In fact, the other night she had gone 
through her closet and simply thrown out all her old shoes.  She 
didn't like them much anymore, and she needed the space for the 
new ones she kept buying.
   "Adena!" came an urgent voice.  "Can I talk to you a minute?" 
 Candice was standing in the doorway.  She wore a look of deep 
anxiety.  
   Adena smiled indulgently.  "Of course Candy.  What's up?"  
Inwardly, she sighed.  Candice was wearing a long blue dress and 
white pumps with hardly any heel.  Adena liked Candice, but it 
was getting harder and harder to tolerate her abrasive attitude. 
And she really, really needed to learn how to dress.
   Candice looked nervously over her shoulder before slipping 
into the room.  She took a seat at the table across from Adena.  
"I think there's something going on in the office", she said.
   Adena smiled again.  "Excuse me?"
   The younger girl put her hands on the table and leaned 
forward.  "Something's going on.  I don't know what, but there is 
definitely something funny.  Maybe drugs or something.  Everybody 
is acting so...strange."  She paused for breath, then whispered, 
 "And you know what else?  I think the partners are in on it.  I 
think they're doing something to the staff.  I'm serious Adena!" 
   Adena made an effort to keep the smile off her face.  "OK. OK, 
Candy, just calm down.  Now what exactly are you talking about?  
What do you mean people are acting strange?"
   "Not everybody," Candice replied.  "Just the women.  They've 
all become, well, obsessed with their appearance.  Even the older 
ones.  And everybody is dressing so" -- she searched for a word 
-- "so *sexy* all of a sudden.  Look around the office.  Nobody 
-- and I mean nobody -- wears slacks anymore, not even on 
Fridays.  Everybody's all dolled up, like they have a heavy date 
or something.  These aerobics classes...."  She waved a hand.  
"Haven't you noticed that the entire staff is suddenly wearing 
micro-miniskirts?"
   Adena shrugged.  "Miniskirts are in style," she said.
   The petite woman shook her head.  "Not like this," she 
insisted.  "Listen, I dropped into the office this Saturday to 
pick up something.  Gilda Rupenstein was working in her office, 
you know, catching up on stuff.  Working overtime.  There was 
nobody else here.  Do you know what Gilda was wearing?  
thirty-three-year-old Gilda, divorced mother of two, that we used 
to call "Rumpled-stained" because she was so dowdy?  Get this:  a 
shiny white blouse; a black leather miniskirt; black lace 
stockings; and these totally bizarre shoes, like a silvery mirror 
colour with super thick soles and what must have been five-inch 
heels!  She was just sitting there, working away at her computer 
dressed like a dirty old man's dream.  The skirt was so short you 
could see her stocking tops whenever she crossed her legs.  I 
asked her why she was all done up, you know, thinking maybe she 
had a new man or something.  You know what she said?  She said 
she just wanted to look her best in case Mr. Sargeant dropped by! 
Just in case!  On a Saturday!  Adena, you've got to believe me 
there is something going on here."
   Adena drew a deep breath, and the crimson hearts on her chest 
trembled.  She decided to be reasonable.  "Come on, Candy, honey, 
this is just too weird.  Do you think the whole staff is on drugs 
just because we've decided to dress up a little?  Maybe you 
should try it yourself sometime."  She couldn't resist the dig.  
"And besides, what makes you think the partners have something to 
do with this?"  She thought about Big Cock and a little thrill 
went through her.
   "The way everybody talks," Candice said.  "They way they act 
when one of the partners is around.  And lately even more than 
that.  Adena, did you know that all three of Mr. Master's 
executive assistants have dyed their hair blonde?"
   Adena raised an eyebrow.  That did seem like a bit of a 
coincidence.  
   "And when was the last time," Candice pressed on, "that you 
saw Lily Merryweather, Mr. Sargeant's little gopher, when she 
*wasn't* wearing spike heels?  Whatever happened to the funky Doc 
Martens she used to wear?"
   Adena started to say something, then stopped.  A look of 
confusion crossed her face.  "And that brings us," said Candice, 
looking straight at her, "to Mr. Pouvoir."  
   At the mention of her boss's name, Adena shifted a little in 
her seat.  She felt moisture in her new lace panties.  "What-, 
what about him?" she said, trying to sound calm.
   Candice leaned forward and spoke softly.  "Adena I'm saying 
this because I'm your friend.  I think they're doing something to 
you too.  Especially Mr. Pouvoir."
   Adena uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way.  
Nervously she pushed back a strand of thick brown hair.  "Me?" 
she said.
   Candice said, "You were always so self-conscious about your 
figure.  You said men were always staring at your chest.  Didn't 
care for short skirts.  Didn't like outlandish footwear."  She 
regarded her friends straining pink sweater critically.  "I 
wonder if Mr. Pouvoir likes these things?" 
   Adena wished Candice would stop talking about Big Cock.  It 
was getting her hot, again.  He had devoured her with his eyes 
when she walked into this office that morning, and Adena's 
fingers had already relieved her in the washroom once today.
   As she groped through her growing fog of arousal for an 
explanation, Adena's gaze fell on her friend's simple blue dress.
   "Wait a minute," she said triumphantly, "Candy, dear, if all 
the women in the office are being drugged or something, why 
aren't *you* affected?  You sure don't look overdressed to me!"  
She giggled inanely at the jab.
   But Candice just frowned.  "I don't know," she said simply.  
"I've been trying to figure that out.  Maybe they missed me 
somehow.  I'm out of the office sometimes, picking up mail, and I 
don't report to any of the partners very often.  Maybe I was just 
away when they -- did whatever it was."  
   Adena's scepticism returned.  "When they did *what*?  What 
could anyone have done to make people behave differently without 
knowing it?  Come on, Candy, you're sounding like totally 
paranoid here.  And besides, if the partners were doing 
something, wouldn't they have noticed that you're not responding? 
Get a grip, girlfriend."
   "But that's just it!" said Candice intently, "I think they 
have noticed.  I think they're worried about me.  About what I 
might do.  They look at me when I go by, like they're studying me 
or something.  It's weird.  Just yesterday when I was delivering 
mail, Mr. Pouvoir came right out of his office to watch me.  He 
stood there, staring at me until I'd finished every single office 
in that end of the floor.   And he was giving me this really 
creepy look, up and down, like he was undressing me with his 
eyes."
   Adena imagined Mr. Pouvoir looking her up and down, undressing 
her with his eyes, and her temperature rose to boiling point.  
Abruptly, she got to her feet.  "Candice, I-, I have to go.  I 
have to get back to work.  I'll talk to you later!  I promise."  
The high heels made her little skirt sway provocatively as she 
headed for the door.  
   "Think about what I said, OK?" Candice called after her, 
"Think about it."
   It took two delicious climaxes in the washroom before Adena 
felt calm enough to go back to work.  When she stepped out of the 
toilet stall, lunch hour was nearly over and the washroom was 
full of her co-workers back from aerobics class, fussing with 
their hair and make-up in front of the full-length mirrors.  
Adena made her way back to her cubicle, pausing for several 
minutes before one of the new mirrors in the hallway to pull up 
her sleek pink knee-socks and admire her sexy new booties.  The 
platform soles were two and a half inches high, rising to 
six-inch sculpted heels in the back.  She turned her feet this 
way and that to admire the heels from different angles.  
   By the time she got back to her cubicle, Adena had pretty much 
forgotten Candy's rant.  The door to Big Cock's office was open a 
crack, and Adena decided to drop in, just to see if he wanted 
anything.  Like a chance to ogle her legs.  She rapped softly and 
pushed the door open, then stopped.  She hadn't realized Mr. 
Pouvoir was on the telephone.  He had his high-backed chair 
turned away from the door and he hadn't heard her come in.  
Embarrassed, Adena made to back out of the office.
   But she couldn't help overhearing a fragment of the 
conversation, and what she heard froze her in her tracks.  Mr. 
Pouvoir was talking to Mr. Masters, the partner in charge of the 
technical side of the company.  
   "--- I tell you, Ted, I'm just about going nuts here.  If I 
don't get some nooky soon I'm liable to go off the deep end.  I 
thought you said the subliminals would make them, you know, more 
co-operative."
   "They did?  Really.  Both of them!  Wow, that must have been 
some sales meeting.  But seriously, why won't mine come across?"
   "Oh god yes, she's taken the rest of the program perfectly.  
Didn't you see what she was wearing this morning?  The legs just 
don't ever quit!  That's part of the problem.  I wouldn't have it 
so bad if she didn't look so sizzling hot all the time."
   Adena stood, frozen in place, on hand still on the doorknob.  
She knew she should leave, but she was fascinated by the 
conversation.  What were they talking about?  What were these 
subliminals?  And who could he be referring to as "sizzling hot" 
if not her?  Suddenly her conversation with Candice came back to 
her in force.  She felt icewater in the pit of her stomach.  The 
directors were doing something, Candice had said.  Something that 
only affected women....
   Mr. Pouvoir was still talking.  "Yes, Ted, I did give her 
personalized instructions, just like you said.  It worked 
perfectly, she absorbed the suggestions like a sponge....Yes, she 
responds to the key every time.  But I just don't know how to get 
her the rest of the way."
   "....what's that?  No, I guess I didn't.  What's a trigger? 
....I see....yeah.   So she has to actually see the trigger to 
get a response, is that it?  But what if it doesn't work!  I 
could be in for one hell of a harassment suit, subliminals or 
not....no, I suppose you're right, she's too well conditioned by 
now.....OK, I'll try it some time, maybe make it look 
accidental... Sure, changing pants or something."
   "Listen Ted, there's one more thing.  What are we going to do 
about that other one, what's her name, the mail girl?  No, still 
no sign that she's picking up the programming....Yes, me too.  We 
have to do something...."
   "Adena, Hi!" came a cheerful voice from down the hall.  It was 
one of the other secretaries, looking fetching in a tight red 
jumpsuit and red boots, passing the time of day.  Adena gasped, 
and made to step out of Mr. Pouvoir's office, but it was too 
late.  He swung around reflexively at the other voice and saw 
Adena standing there.  He gaped at her, eyes wide, telephone 
suddenly forgotten.
   The shapely secretary struggled to find her voice.  "Mr. 
Pouvoir.  What... what's going on here?  What are you *doing*!  
What are you doing to...us...to me?"  Her voice rose in shock and 
indignation.  "Candice was right.  You *have* been up to 
something.  Those... those subliminal things.  You've been 
manipulating us; all of us.  How could you!  I'm.... I'm... 
somebody's going to find out about this!"  Her voice was shaking. 
 Before her dumbfounded boss could say a word she turned to leave 
the office, intent on going to the police, or the newspapers, or 
somebody.  
   She heard a soft, sliding sound behind her, and paused.  "Miss 
Fox!" said Mr. Pouvoir.
   Adena turned around.  Her boss was standing beside his desk, 
pants and underwear around his ankles.  His flaccid cock dangled 
before her eyes.
   Adena made a small, whimpering sound deep in her throat.  
Closing the door absently behind her, she took a step forward, 
staring helplessly at Mr. Pouvoir's exposed member.  "Ohhhh..." 
she said in a small voice.  Her boss said nothing, but his penis 
was already rising, responding to Adena's rapt attention.  Her 
desire rose with it.  She took another step toward him, 
unsteadily, then sank to her knees, falling heavily on the carpet 
when she fell off her platform shoes.  "Please," she said, face 
flushed, "I've got to...."  She took his cock in both hands and 
stroked it gently.  She kissed it, a long, slow lover's kiss.  
Then she opened her lips and took him in.  
   Adena's head bobbed up and down, long hair flying as she 
hungrily sucked her boss's cock.  She felt alive with lust.  Her 
anger of a few moments earlier, the revelation of a conspiracy by 
the partners, the subliminals, whatever they were, all were 
forgotten in her frantic urge to gorge herself on Mr. Pouvoir's 
manhood.  Her right hand jacked the base of his now rigid cock, 
while her other hand was equally busy beneath the pink miniskirt. 
 She heard Mr. Pouvoir's gasps and groans and knew he was about 
to cum, just as the first wisps of impending orgasm flitted 
through her body.  A moment later his back arched and he shot his 
load down her throat, and Adena struggled to suck him dry before 
her own climax overtook her.
   Sometime later Adena's high heels were pointed at the ceiling 
as her boss fucked her lazily on his desk.  She was still wearing 
her flippy mini, but the matching sweater had come off to afford 
Mr. Pouvoir a better view of his stacked secretary's overflowing 
bosom.  She had never felt so contented.  "What," Mr. Pouvoir 
said between strokes, "is the matter...with your friend?"
   "Friend?  What...oh!... friend?" Adena replied dreamily. "Oh 
fuck me that feels good."
   Mr. Pouvoir ran his hand up and down one exquisite, pink-clad 
leg.  Her calves rested on his shoulders.  "Your friend, the mail 
girl.  Cute blonde."  He kissed her suede bootie.  Adena had been 
delighted to discover he liked high-heeled platforms almost as 
much as she did.
   Adena tried to lift her pelvis a little to meet his thrusts.  
"Oh...Oh yes, oh, you mean Candice... Candice... ah... 
Freemason... oh god I love your big cock."
   "Yes, Freemason, that's, uhn! that's her.  He grasped both her 
legs, one thigh in each hand, and spread her wider.  His tempo 
increased.
     Adena crumpled a memo with one hand.  "She doesn't...ah yes, 
like that...she...oh yes, yes... doesn't use a computer!  Ohhhh!"
   "What?  What about the computer?"
   "She delivers, mmmmm yes, fuck me you big brute, delivers, oh 
yes, delivers mail all day.  Doesn't use a computerrrrrr.  
Doesn't see the sub-, sub-, subliminals!"  Her big breasts 
bounced in rhythm to his accelerating strokes.
   "Of course!" shouted Mr. Pouvoir, and ejaculated triumphantly 
inside her.  Thrashing wildly on the desk beneath him, his 
panting secretary steeled herself for her third orgasm of the 
afternoon.
   Late the next morning Adena sat quietly in her cubicle, 
pretending to type a letter.  Really she was trying to hear 
something of the conversation going on in Big Cock's office.  The 
walls were too thick.  She smiled and smoothed down the front of 
her dress, admiring the way it played up her jumbo chest.  The 
dress was off-white, short, and very tight.  It had long sleeves, 
a high collar with pearly buttons, and a diamond-shaped cut-out 
in the middle of her chest.  Shiny nylons played up her long 
legs, set off perfectly by the white, platform mules on her feet. 
 The sandals had two broad white straps across the front, 
immaculate white soles nearly three inches thick and wedge heels 
rising three inches higher.  They weren't the most efficient 
shoes for walking, but Adena loved them the moment she put them 
on.  And the commotion she had caused just walking to work that 
morning convinced her that a lot of men liked them too.
   As she regarded her new footwear happily, Adena wondered what 
was going on in Mr. Pouvoir's office.  He had called in Candice 
first thing that morning -- first thing after Adena's blow job -- 
and the petite mail girl had looked terrified.  The brown-haired 
secretary carefully adjusted a strap on her left sandal.
   The door opened and Candice walked out.  She looked shocked.  
"Candy! Are you all right?" Adena asked.
   "I've been promoted," the lithe blonde said.  "Effective 
immediately.  Level two data entry and quality control.  I 
thought he was going to fire me."
   "Wow!  That's great.  Come on, tell me all about it."  Adena 
got to her feet, immediately making her a head taller than her 
friend.
   "There's a big pay raise too.  And I get my own office; well a 
cubicle, but still a desk and all.  No more sorting mail!" She 
still sounded like she didn't believe it.  
   "And a computer?" Adena asked.
   "Yes, a brand new one."  Candice grinned suddenly.  "This is 
going to be a big change for me."
   "You can bet on that," Adena said, looking down to admire her 
shoes.

   End