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Subject: {ASSM} "Company" (ff, bd, sm) by deirdre -- reposted by H. Jekyll and PleaseCain
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"Company" (ff, bd, sm)

by deirdre


*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story.  "deirdre" was the
enigmatic queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s.  She posted 156
stories in just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and
apparently *never* corresponding with anyone.  She was last heard from
in late April 1996.  We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by
her, in alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." In the coming months, we will announce a "deirdre-fest"
for next Spring.  Meanwhile, enjoy!

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com.


*****

Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules."  Do not read this story if you
believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in
real life.  Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
situations.  Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of
age.

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
archives of alt groups.  Permission granted to publish in anthologies
of this type of material if attributed to deirdre and an author's
payment is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre.  -- deirdre


Company

by deirdre


I couldn't help the thought.  I shouldn't lose my confidence in the
middle of a job interview, but I realized that she wasn't paying any
attention to what I said at all!  I really needed this job!  *Really*
needed it.  She'd just wait for me to finish and she'd just say enough
to get me talking again!  What had I done wrong?  I *needed* a job!
What had made her lose interest?  How do I get her to pay attention?
There was nothing I could do.  I just kept talking, but the more I
watched her, the more I could tell that her mind was elsewhere.  It
almost seemed as if she were waiting for someone to enter the room.

Finally, it was over.  At least I could leave: there would be relief
even though I was hearing the worst.  Anything's better than sitting
there knowing that at this very second you are blowing it.

"You should definitely work in data entry."

What was she saying?  I couldn't believe she was offering me a job!
She did more than offer: I told her I could start immediately, and she
signed me up, then and there!  Then she walked me over to another
department and took me into a room with some cubicles.  Each cubicle
had a computer.

"Excuse me, is Sandra here?"  She was talking to a woman in one of the
cubicles.

"She went out for something.  She should be back in a few minutes."
The woman had stopped typing at the computer to answer.  She was tall,
with long, beautiful dark brown hair, and seemed about my age: in her
mid-twenties or so.

"This is the new data-entry person she needed.  Could you get her
started, and introduce her to Sandra?"  They went on with their
talking.  I realized my supervisor was going to be someone named Sandra
and this woman would be one of my co-workers.  Finally the woman from
personnel left and the woman at the computer put me in front of a
computer, split her work load with me, and showed me how to enter a
form.  Then she told me to get to it and went back and started working.
 I stared at the form, confused.  I looked at the woman: she was
working away so confidently.  She finally looked at me and seemed a
little miffed.  Then she came over and guided me through it,
step-by-step through two forms.  Then she told me to try again and went
back to work.  She was so businesslike.  I started working and realized
I had got the hang of it, though I was working much slower than she
was.

It was strange to be working so soon, but I guess I settled into it.  I
was startled when the door opened and a woman walked in.  she looked to
be in her thirties, was about my height, and had dirty blonde hair.
She wore a white blouse and a dark miniskirt.  This caught my eye
because it was just about the same as what the dark-haired woman was
wearing.

I looked up and watched the woman and she saw me and walked up to buy
cubicle.

"And you are...?"

The dark-haired woman had stood up and was next to me.

"She's the new data-entry person.  Personnel just brought her over."
The blonde woman, who apparently was my supervisor, Sandra, told us to
follow her and took us into a separate office.  She sat behind the desk
and looked at us.  I felt funny because we were both left standing
there.

"She isn't really suitably dressed.  Take her across the street and get
her something.  Here's the company card."

"OK," said the dark-haired woman next to me.  She told me to come on
and we went down to the ground floor and crossed the street and entered
this women's clothing store.  It was definitely upscale.  We didn't see
anyone else in the store except a woman who apparently worked there.

The dark-haired woman was looking through skirts in no time and in a
couple of minutes, she had a dark miniskirt and a white blouse very
similar to her own.

"Here, try these on," she said.  I took them and went in the dressing
room.  Very nice quality.  I couldn't believe the way this day was
turning out: unemployed in the morning, before noon a company is buying
me excellent clothes.  Never in a million years would I have dreamed
it.

"Leave off your panties."  Huh?  I was dressing and she had called
through the curtain.

"What?"  I couldn't believe I'd heard her right.  She responded by
coming in while I was dressing!  Fortunately the room was spacious for
a store dressing room.

"Leave off your panties!  They definitely affect the line.  See?"  She
lifted her skirt and showed me she was wearing no panties!  This was
strange--I felt my heart in my throat for a second!  Her skirt was down
in a second and I had trouble believing my own memory.  I had the skirt
on, and dutifully I actually pulled my panties off!  I was going to be
bare-legged and I noticed that she was too.

"Leave off the bra too," she added.  This was too strange.  But I went
ahead and took it off, and then put on the blouse and buttoned it.  I
just had the outfit on, when she spoke up again.

"You'd better wear the bra, after all."  Of all things!  But I didn't
say anything, I just took off the blouse, put on my bra again, and put
on the blouse again.

"OK, come out," she said, finally.  We left the dressing room and I had
the chance to look at myself in the three-way mirrors.  I noticed the
woman who worked in the store walking over.

"Oh, you can't wear a bra with *that* outfit," she started, "go back
and take it off."  I looked up at her.  She was giving the dark-haired
woman a funny look.  I just shrugged and went back to the dressing
room.  I took off the bra and put the blouse back on, and came out.

"*Oh, my!*  You'd better go put it back on!"  It was the same woman who
asked me to take it off!  "Go!"  she added when I didn't move right
away.  She looked positively nervous.  When I got back the dressing
room, I looked in the mirror.  What were they so worried about?  My
breasts are not small, but they are not huge either.  They don't hang
too much, so you might see a little difference, but not a big
difference.  I checked out myself with the blouse but without the bra,
and later with the blouse and the bra.  I just couldn't see what the
big deal was.  I came out, and both women seemed happy and the
dark-haired woman paid with the card and brought me back to work.  We
went into Sandra's office.  Sandra looked up.

"She's wearing a bra!"

"She..." The dark-haired woman started, but she seemed too nervous to
go on.

"Go out to the women's room and take it off!  *Hurry, and come right
back."*  Sandra definitely had an air of authority in her voice.  The
dark-haired woman looked decidedly nervous.  I went quickly and was
back in a couple of minutes.

"Oh, good lord!"  Sandra had only glanced at me and then she had looked
away.  "Go back and put it back on!"  I walked back, but still couldn't
figure this out.  Soon I was back in Sandra's office and she looked
happier and in a minute I was back in my cubicle, working away.  I
glanced at the dark-haired woman in the next cubicle.  She was working
away and paid no attention to me.

After a while I noticed another woman enter.  She looked very
young--perhaps twenty, but was very well dressed.  As I watched her,
her eyes quickly swept across the room and she immediately when into
Sandra's office.  I noticed the dark-haired woman next to me paid
attention to what she was doing.

"Come here, both of you!"  It was Sandra standing in her doorway.  The
dark-haired woman stood and waited a second as I stood up and then led
me in.  On the way, she whispered to me that the woman who had just
walked in was vice president of the company.  When we entered, Sandra
was standing in front of the desk, nervously, her own chair occupied by
the vice president.

"So you decided she should wear a bra!"

Sandra and the dark-haired woman stood there, seemingly too nervous to
talk.  The vice president stood up.  "Over!" she said.  Sandra and the
woman both immediately bent over the desk, their rears hanging off the
side!  They both raised their skirts revealing their own rears!

I stared.  I couldn't believe this was happening!   The vice president
was standing next to me.  There was something on each of their
rears...a small ring?  Protruding from their...rear holes!

"Butt plugs," said the vice president.  She took the ring on Sandra's
rear with her finger and drew on it.  It came away, revealing a plug of
some sort.  I'd never heard of such a thing!  Sandra's breath caught
when it came out.  The vice president then pushed it back in.  Sandra
let out a few quick breaths as it went in.  "Get used to the idea," she
added and she gave my rear a little pat!  I stood there, stock-still,
not knowing what to do next.

"I can't believe they had you wearing a bra!" she added.  The two women
still leaned over the desk, their rears showing.  "Turn around and take
it off."

I stared at her.  These people were crazy.  *"Now!"*  I didn't hesitate
again, but turned towards the wall and got the bra off as fast as I
could.  As soon as I had my blouse buttoned again, I turned back around
to the vice president.

"Oh!" she said, in a quiet, but surprised voice.  She stared at my
chest.  I still couldn't figure out what was the big deal.  She never
moved, and was staring like that for at least thirty seconds.  Finally
I mumbled something nervously but I don't know what I was going to say.
 She seemed to wake up and looked at my face.

"You'd better put it back on," she said, "I'll see you later."  Then
she left.  There I was with those two women, still leaning over the
desk.

After a second, they stood up and straightened their skirts.  I still
could see those *butt plugs* in my mind as I looked at them.  What
*was* all this?

"Your bra," said Sandra to remind me.  I wondered whether I should go
to the restroom and was left staring.

"Just *do it!"* said Sandra, finally, sounding exasperated.  I quickly
turned around and put it back on right there in the office.  Then
Sandra sent us back to work and I did my best to type forms and ignore
the intrusive memories of those weird moments.

Then Sandra came out and gave me an office number and told me to go
there.  She stood in the door and watched as I walked to the elevator.
The office was on the top floor of the building.  When I saw the door,
I couldn't believe how sumptuous it was!  And the door indicated that
this was the president!

The reception area was large and the receptionist looked up at me.  She
didn't even ask my name, but after looking for a couple of seconds,
told me the president was waiting for me.  I walked in, wondering what
this was all about, and feeling nervous.

The room was absolutely gorgeous.  It was in a fairly conservative
style.  A huge desk was at the far end of the room.  A woman was
sitting there.  She looked a bit "ageless" but I guessed she was about
forty.  Her hair was black with a little grey, which I wondered why she
didn't color, but her hair was definitely beautiful the way it was.
But she could have looked younger...

"So you're the one our vice president decided should wear a bra."  She
started.  I didn't know how to answer that.

"Yes ma'am."  That was as good an answer as any.

"I can't believe she'd find that acceptable," she replied.  I couldn't
believe this conversation.  Suddenly a door at the side of the room
slid open, revealing a nude woman!  She was facing the wall and was
apparently bound, gagged, and tied to the wall!  I realized it was the
vice president!

I looked back at the president.  She had a huge whip in her hand.  "She
knows better," she said quietly.  She started waving the whip back and
forth a little as if she were limbering it, or warming up.  I couldn't
believe this.  I was actually going to *see* this woman get whipped!  I
felt a stirring...

Suddenly the door opened behind me and a woman entered.  I recognized
her as the woman who worked in the store.

"And you just let her put it back on?" demanded the president.

"She..."

"I don't want to hear it," cut in the president.  The woman looked like
she was going to sink through the floor.  The president turned back to
me.  Her voice suddenly turned from steel to very friendly.

"You'd better take it off.  You can go in there."  She pointed to a
door to the side of her desk.  I walked through and found a rather
sumptuous bathroom.  I closed the door and stood there breathing hard
for a second.  Then I quickly took the bra off and replaced my blouse.
When I came back in, I glanced around and realized only the president
was there.  The sliding door was closed again.

"Oh, my!" she said in a quiet, but surprised voice.  It *is* obscene."
I had watched her eyes and I'd never seen them leave my face.  "Go
back...," she paused for a second, "No!  Come here, please!"  She never
raised her voice, but she seemed very insistent.  I walked over.

She briefly seemed at a loss for words.  "You're...*really something*,"
she finally said.  "Here," she added.  The sliding door started opening
again and I realized she had pushed a button on her desk.  It revealed
the vice president, still bound, gagged, attached facing the wall, but
then it revealed the lady from the clothing store in the same
condition!  I had been in the bathroom so briefly I couldn't figure
out...

"Would you like to...whip them?"  I couldn't believe the president's
voice: she seemed almost like a puppy, trying to please.  I didn't
answer right away.  "It's nice to see their bodies jerk," she said and
she snapped the whip.  It snapped the vice president's rear and I saw
her body jerk.  Something in me felt electric when I saw that.  Like I
was feeling the sting in sympathy?  I felt something between my legs
and I wondered at myself.  The other woman had started wriggling and
straining when the whip had snapped.

"Here, try it."  She had put the whip in my hand.  I looked down at it.
 I heard the rustling of clothing and looked back at her: *her closed
were off*--she was wearing just a g-string.  She had a good-looking
small, slim body, with small breasts.  She looked almost like a girl
despite her hair.  She came up to me and put her hands on my upper
arms.  She held me and leaned back, but our lower bodies were touching.
 I heard her breath catch.  I saw her eyes go down to my chest, and
then back up to my face.  It was the first time I saw her eyes on my
chest at all.

"I want...," she paused again, seemingly diffident.  "I want you to be
my *special assistant,* OK?"

"I don't know," I said.  I was shivering and my voice was quiet.

"Listen ..., we could..., you could be here and we could get together."
 She looked so desperate.  I couldn't believe it: this little waif of a
woman, nothing but a g-string, standing there.  "You could whip me!"
She went over to the vice president and stood behind her and pressed
her body against her, hugging her.  She was looking back at me.  "Try
it, I know you'll like it."  Her body was moving, just a little.
"Please?"  She was grinding her pelvis against the vice president's
rear.  I looked at her rear, slowly wriggling.  Whip it?  Why did I
feel so...wet?

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