5 comments/ 66223 views/ 6 favorites How To Get Ahead By: TheDarkCloud Julie sat on the soft chair in the reception area and flicked casually through the magazine. It was a generic women's magazine and held no real interest to her critical eye, though she did enjoy the various pictures of famous actresses and singers who were perceived as "hot". They didn't impress her; they didn't even know what "hot" was. Now someone with the figure, the attitude, the looks of herself now that really was hot stuff. And didn't she know it. Everyone else knew it too. She positively craved the lust full gazes she received from men and the hate full ones from other women. She didn't have many (If any) female friends and, to be frank, she was happier like that. Already the slightly dumpy receptionist sat behind her desk was casting her disapproving, jealous glances as she sat waiting for her upcoming job interview. Just another jealous bitch! The job was nothing special. Just a Sales Administrator position with a descent sized manufacturing firm, but Julie had high hopes that she could quickly climb the firms corporate ladder, and she had plenty of shortcuts in mind. She examined her surroundings, it was a smart looking reception area, newly furnished and in a very modern style and gave a favourable impression of the company. 'Mind you, the fat slug behind the desk ruined much of that image' thought Julie nastily. As if by thought transference Sandra, the receptionist, looked up to shoot another annoyed look at Julie (her own thoughts even more to the point – ' what a cock teasing slut, dressed like that for a job interview, she'd be better qualified as a whore'). But she was interrupted by her switchboard ringing and Mr. Smith telling her to show the next candidate up. "Miss Stevens, please follow me, Mr Smith will see you now." As Sandra set the phone system to deal with her short absence and stepped around the desk and Julie stood up and carefully smoothed her skirt out. Sandra again took the opportunity to appraise this little madam, her opinion hadn't changed much. With shining shoulder length light brown hair, a perfectly symmetrical brilliant white smile, hypnotic green eyes and a cherubic little nose her face was unforgettable. She had a slim figure with beautifully placed curves at her bosom and ass and she wore clothes to emphasise them. Today she had on an open black suit jacket (perhaps too small on purpose) and a sheer cream blouse (that clearly displayed her white bra below) with the top three buttons alluringly undone. Her skirt was tiny and when she had sat down Sandra had clearly seen flashed the tops of the slut's stockings. But she hadn't been able to tell whether there was any underwear up there either. She knew what she thought the answer was anyway! Slut! They pushed through a swing door and climbed two flights of stairs and walked the length of a sparse corridor before Sandra knocked and opened the door letting her companion in to the interview room. Mr Smith was an older man, sixty three and dressed very smartly. As most men did, he perked up at Julie's entrance to the room. He even hurried round to pull out the chair on the opposite side while Sandra left shaking her head at how pathetic men were. "Now then Miss Stevens.." started Mr Smith, his voice dry from several interviews that day already. "Please, call me Julie" she spoke in the softest, most Siren-like, alluring voice that Eric Smith had ever heard in his life. And he was about to be drawn onto the rocks as so many men before him. He allowed his eyes to roam all over this latest candidate and was more than impressed. She actually had a very good CV though he had a few doubts as the truthfulness of some of the claims it contained. He started out by asking her to relate her previous work in jobs and listened (and watched) intently already smitten by this beautiful young woman. She spoke well about her experiences if a little unconvincingly. She certainly seemed to be smart and ambitious. Even so she was definitely not the best candidate for the job he had seen that day and as much as he would like to take her on, he knew it wasn't the right thing to do. "Tell me Julie, why should I give you this job? What exactly would you bring to it that no-one else would? What are your outstanding attributes?" She flashed him a coy smile and stood up, she leaned across the table that separated them, allowing him to see right down the front of her blouse. Affording him a tantalising glimpse of her cleavage. The old man couldn't help but stare at the expanse of fresh, young flesh on display by the 25 year old. "Maybe I can show you better" pouted the sex-bomb. He finally stopped staring at Julie's breasts when she slinked around the side of the desk and without saying a word dropped to her knees before the old man. Most of her CV was a lie and she knew she would have to use other methods to ensure the job, but that didn't bother her at all, it wasn't the first time and wouldn't be the last. She reached her hands forward to grasp the old boy's belt and tug it apart, he didn't complain, and she eased out his not inconsiderable cock. It was stiffening by the second and Julie lifted her eyes to meet Mr. Smiths and the message they gave was clearly 'I suck your cock, you give me the job'. He nodded slightly and closed his eyes as her cherry red lips slipped over his cock and began to gently suck and lap at it like a lollipop. Julie was something of an expert cocksucker. Life had always been straight forward and easy for her in that she was one of those people who used her looks and her sexuality to get ahead. That was the way she had always been and that was the way she liked it. OK it didn't always work but it was much more interesting this way. Plus pathetic old men like this were always putty in her hands. Though to be honest he was a bit harder than putty in her hands and mouth right then. For an old guy he was actually pretty well hung and Julie wrapped her soft right hand around the base of it, squeezed gently and put that expert mouth to work. Within seconds he was moaning and groaning in joy and opened his eyes to look down into those of the candidate's as she increased the power of her sucking at his helmet. She knew she had to be quick, get it over and done with before he could think with anything over than the stick of man meat she had in her mouth at that moment. Her tongue roamed under his dick and tickled his balls and that was too much for him and seconds later he grunted, jerked and exploded a load of cum inside Julie's waiting, wide mouth. She held his cock in her mouth, sucking the mess from it before opening her mouth, showing Mr. Smith the sticky pool of his cum in her mouth and swallowing. Her lips still a mess she asked. "Do I get the job?" With his load shot a small wave of guilt ran through him. What had he done?/ My god he had never been unfaithful in 30 years of marriage? What an old fool he was. Seeing his expected doubt Julie licked her sticky fingers and stood up, inches from him, she undid the remaining buttons on her blouse and pulled down her bra to reveal her pert tits, then she rolled up the hem of that mini skirt to reveal that, as Sandra had expected she was not wearing any panties. With her perfect breasts and her glistening, shaven pussy balanced on the end of his desk , Julie smiled at him and sealed the deal. "Tell you what lover, give me the job and you can use my other holes once a month until you retire. Of course I'll be your replacement once you do leave. So what about it?" He nodded his ascent, aided by the image of Julie reaching her tongue down and licking her right breast and capturing the erect nipple in her mouth and sexily chewing at it. So Julie got the job and as she left the building, strutting sexily past reception where a poor shmuck waited nervously for their interview and where Sandra behind the reception desk could swear she saw a suspicious white smear on the slut's jacket……… * Julie started in her new position two weeks later, being eagerly greeted by an invigorated Mr. Smith. It did not take long for nearly all the other women in the company to become aware of this sexy newcomer and to form a pretty accurate opinion that she was a prick teaser and a threat to them. The men found this about the same time and tried to get to know her better. But Julie wasn't interested in guys that couldn't help or advance her career and for that first month kept her head down and had no controversy. Mr. Smith, of course, was eager to take Miss Stevens up on her deal clincher from the interview but she managed to talk her way around and out of it in the first couple of months with a variety of excuses before finally arranging a date in a local motel room for him to get the final part of his deal served up to him. He had kept his distance somewhat at work, not wanting to give anything away to his work colleagues who were doubtful as to his choice of new employee. It was nearly too much for the old fellow, their night of passion. Julie had a body seemingly built for fucking and she utilised it to it's fullest on him, much of the time her firm body on top and doing much of the work. He couldn't keep up and his planned three hour long session was cut short after he ejaculated all over her beautiful breasts. Then as he lay panting and out of breath and a barely ruffled Julie got up and dressed she hit him with her bombshell. "Enjoy that did you you dirty old man?" her voice was harsh now, Smith hadn't heard her like this. It was also laden with contempt. Without waiting for an answer she pulled open the walk in wardrobe in the room and out came a private detective she had a 'business' relationship with, the camcorder in his hand still pointed at Smith on the grubby motel bed. "You get it all Frank? (a nod and the guy stood back) Now don't get any ideas of us doing this again. I know I promised but guess what? I lied, asshole! But I will still do you a favour, if you are a good boy at work and sort out your resignation and my taking your place then I won't make sure Mary, your lovely wife, get's to see this footage. She isn't too well at the moment is she? I wonder how she'd take it?" Smith was shattered, he suddenly saw what a fool he had been, bewitched by this conniving bitch. But he could see no way of escape other than what she suggested and in truth he had lost a bit of his will to work anyway, what was leaving a couple of years early? Within three more months he had departed and Julie Stevens was named as his replacement to universal disbelief. But Julie wasn't happy yet, she had much further on the ladder she wanted to climb to. Things calmed down for a period then, Julie knuckled down to her work and to most peoples surprise she was actually pretty effective in her work. She made no friends with her attitude and demeanour and most everyone had their doubts about the haste in which Mr. Smith had left and she had stepped into the breach but what could anyone really do? Nothing, and that's what they did, they just got on with their own work and noted not to trust this newcomer. There was something so devious and underhanded about her. Then came word that a position as Sales Executive was about to open up and Julie saw it as another way forward with her career at the company. It offered her more money, a company car and other perks, but more importantly to Julie it offered her more power, and she craved that more than anything else. But to get that job she would have to convince Steve Gibb of her suitability, and that presented a number of obstacles to the office slut. Steve may have been a male and therefore (in Julie's mind) automatically attracted to her but he had barely even seen fit to speak to her in the six months or so that she had been at the company. He was unmarried and she had already tried to chat him up with little success. Could he be gay? (Yes, Julie really was that bigheaded!). So he didn't appear to be interested in Julie's charms but there was another problem too, a 24 year old, six feet tall, black , female problem. Michelle was Mr. Gibb's personal secretary and a more straight laced and contentious worker the company was never likely to find. She was a single mother from a failed childhood relationship and since the day her lover walked out on her she had studied and worked harder than most people could imagine. She had got this job two years ago aftera period spent as office junior. She really appreciated all that she had and all that she had earned and achieved through application and hard work. Which made her one of the most outspoken critics of Miss Julie Stevens. God, it almost made her physically sick to see someone get such rewards as she had gotten through so little work and (she thought) so much flaunting and using of her body. How she had got Mr. Smith's job in the first place was baffling to Michelle. Julie was the worst kind of woman and Michelle was ashamed to be of the same gender as this tramp. So when Michelle heard about the Sales Executive post that was coming up she instinctively knew that Julie would try to get it and would try to go through her boss, the timid, quiet Mr. Gibbs to get the job. And she did. Paying unscheduled visits to see Mr. Gibbs when she had rarely bothered in the past and always leaning forward to show lots of her cleavage or bending over to show as much leg as possible. Julie really wasn't too subtle with her efforts (nor could she be as the post would be coming up in just a couple of weeks). However, Michelle took great pleasure seeing the tart's efforts come to absolutely nothing. He paid her no attention and was openly annoyed when she pestered him with unnecessary stuff in his office. As Julie marched out of his office one morning, her shoulders unusually slouched in defeat Michelle was sure that Mr. Gibbs had avoided the little bitch's evil efforts. She was just about right as well, as Julie walked back to her desk her brow was furrowed and she was confused. How could this man resist her? Not show even a semblance of interest in her? She knew she was too inexperienced to get the job on her own merits. Aaaargh! She gave a silent scream as she stubbed her pencil on her blotting pad. Now that she couldn't get the job it seemed, the more she was obsessed with getting it. But how? The fates conspired to align one Wednesday morning. Mr. Gibbs was away at a hastily arranged Board meeting that was going to run on and on as they always tended to do. Michelle meanwhile had been forced to call in and take an unplanned holiday as her young son had been up all night with a fever and high temperature. So with sex and seduction having failed and Julie ready to admit defeat, suddenly Mr. Gibbs office was deserted and as Julie dropped off a report she took the chance to search his desk for anything that might help her get the job. Really, she was just looking for a report or other people who had applied for the post or even what Steve was looking for but what she found was much, much more interesting. The office seemed to be in a constant state of confusion. Papers and reports were lying scattered throughout it and it struck Julie initially that there was such a mess that she wasn't likely to find anything that would help her. But as she stood behind his desk and dumped her own report into his overflowing in tray she saw something that took her attention. Down low on the right hand side a slight flash of shocking pink took her eye and pulling loose papers out of the way her instinct brought her hand to the drawer and pulled it sliding open. If someone had come in right then she would have had a lot of explaining to do. But no one was to interupt her and when she looked inside the drawer she found herself looking at a pair of frilly pink panties, and stockings and a matching bra. Julie pulled them out and wondered whose they were, Mr. Gibbs had shown no interest in sex to her she doubted he could be having an affair, who could it be with? It did cross Julie's mind that they might belong to Michelle. But if so what were they doing in his drawer? Could they have been having an affair? It was the first thought that had made any sense to her and would certainly explain Michelle's hostility towards her. Even so it didn't ring true to both of their personalities but it was the only explanation that made sense to her. But illumination came as she noticed a magazine under the pink undergarments. She picked up the magazine and a whole series of Polaroid pictures fell out from inside it and scattered at her feet. She cursed but the expletive was cut off mid utter as she read the title of the magazine and caught her first glimpse of the pictures. The magazine was called "TV Times" and on the front cover was a picture of an obvious man dressed as a woman in skimpy underwear. Julie forgot about the pictures for a moment, intrigued as she was at finding such a magazine in Mr. Gibbs desk. She was starting to figure this out and if it was what she thought then she knew the job was as good as hers. Confirmation came at a folded over page in the magazine, it was the reader's pictures page and a half page picture of "Stella" was clearly Steve Gibbs wearing the self same pink suspenders and underwear that was in the drawer. And the Polaroid's were clearly ones he had had taken to send in for the magazine. This blew Julie's mind. Mr. Gibbs was a Transvestite! He liked wearing women's clothes! Julie could already see how this would help her and she took a careful note of the magazine name and lifted a couple of the pictures that clearly showed who it was in the pictures. She couldn't figure out why he would have them at work and in his desk, little realising that that was a big part of the thrill for him, the very slight risk of discovery. After all only he and Michelle were ever in his room for any length of time, and his secretary would never dream of searching his desk. So he kept them there and when the opportunity arose he would pull the items out and let his imagination run wild. Which was what he had been doing when the meeting had been hastily called and he had inadvertently left a small piece of pink fabric showing. Being the crafty schemer that she was, Julie could already see what she had to do to get maximum advantage from it. She scuttled back to her office and scanned the magazine and picture onto a document and using her computer skills created it into an e-mail that showed both the magazine page and one of the photographs with an explanation of who it was below them. She saved them then using one of her remote, anonymous e-mail addresses sent the following message (along with a copy) to Steve's address. "Dear Steve / Stella, I know your secret, right now this same attachment is one button press away from being sent to every single person on the company's e-mail list. Don't want that to happen? I thought not, to avoid it be dressed in your nice pink panties and stockings and be seated behind your desk at six o'clock tonight, I have a proposal for you." It was signed with a mocking "x". Julie was supremely confident that he would do as she instructed and it was a very cocky little bitch that strutted across the deserted office at six that night and shoved open Mr. Gibbs door. She had watched him emerge from the board meeting at around four and he hadn't been out since but knew the message would have been read. Her confidence was well placed as the forty something, slightly balding but still quite handsome man sat timidly in his leather office chair and besides his shaven chest all she could see was his bright pink bra. They locked eyes for a moment and Julie could see the anger and embarrassment in his eyes but as she had expected he was weak and could not meet her gaze and quickly looked down at his desk, aware that his subordinate had a mighty strong lever over him. How to Get Ahead in Business *** Warning - This is a hotwife/cuckold type fantasy written in the SECOND person. If you don't like stories on that topic or don't believe that fiction should be written in the second person, please skip this story and move on to the next one to avoid undo trauma. -Thanks, Gustav Jorgenson *** You are working on a big proposal at work and the client is very close to signing the contract. Their team has traveled from out of town, so you decide to invite them over to your house for drinks after dinner so that they aren't stuck watching TV by themselves in their hotel rooms. The party is comprised of all men, you, your boss, one of your coworkers, a senior executive from the client, and two of his middle managers. It's a nice night out, so you all head out to the patio by the pool to have some drinks. Your wife didn't meet you at the door, and you are about to go find her and introduce her when she comes out wearing a transparent dress. She isn't wearing a bra under the dress, just panties and stockings and her nipples and panties are clearly visible through the sheer material. Everyone stands up to greet your wife and your boss leans in toward you. "Christ, Johnson, didn't you tell your wife we were coming?" he whispers angrily. "Yes, I talked it over at breakfast and called her again to remind her when we left the restaurant," you hiss. All the men are eyeing your wife's body as she comes forward and joins the party. "Aren't you going to introduce me to our guests, dear?" she asks you archly. "Uh, right. Everyone, this is my wife, Janet. Janet, you know Sam and Joe from the office. This is Victor, Jack, and Todd from ACME corporation." you say, stumbling through the introductions. You are further dismayed as your wife goes around hugging each man in greeting, rubbing her practically bare breasts against each of them as she does so. When she comes to Victor, the senior manager from ACME, she lingers in his arms for a moment. "I hope you don't mind that I'm dressed so informally." she says breathily. "Oh no, you look wonderful." he responds huskily. "I like your wife's sense of style, Johnson." he says, rubbing her back enthusiastically. "Can I get you boys anything?" asks your wife flirtatiously, stepping away from Victor with reluctance. "What are you offering?" he says so lasciviously that the entire party breaks out laughing. Your stomach flips, but you laugh along weakly as you boss shoots daggers at you with his eyes. "Oh, you know, the usual. Drinks, snacks, et cetera." she responds with a twinkle in her eye. "I'll have a scotch for now and some et cetera later." he says, laughing at his own joke. Each of your guests voices their preference of drink. "Let me lend you a hand with those drinks, dear." you chime in and usher her back into the house quickly. You glance over your shoulder and notice the eyes of the entire party focused on your wife's round ass as she walks away. "Jesus Janet, what the hell are you trying to do? Ruin my career?" you whisper angrily once inside. "Don't be so provincial, darling." she sniffs, tossing her head dismissively. "Victor doesn't seem to mind that I'm showing off my body a bit." "A bit? Are you kidding me? You are practically naked!" you yelp, trying to keep your voice down as you and your wife prepare the drinks and put them on serving trays. She turns to look at you with a slightly exasperated expression. " Please don't be such a prude, it doesn't suit you. We aren't at the office now dear. This is after hours in the privacy of our own home. I can dress as I please. And it pleases me to dress provocatively on this occasion." she says with a little haughtiness in her voice. "And why is that?" you ask quietly as you and your wife hoist the trays and head back out to the patio. "Oh I don't know, I thought it might spice things up a little." she smiles. "Besides, the way sales have been going for you lately, you can use all the help you can get." "You call this help?" you say, amazed. "We'll see, we'll see." she says with a wink. You say no more and bring the drinks out to your guests. "Well now, I insist that we banish all talk of work at this little party, I want to hear all about your families." says your wife gayly as you and she distribute the drinks. "Hear hear" says Victor loudly raising his glass. As your wife goes among the men extracting names of wives and children, your co-worker Joe takes you aside. "Audacious move to have your wife play the slut card, there Johnson." he says, gazing at the way her breasts jiggle as she laughs. "What a rack." "First of all, get a grip on yourself, and try to unglue your eyes from my wife's body for a second." you say testily. He gives a start and meets your gaze apologetically "Secondly, if you think I had anything to do with this, you are mistaken. This delusional approach to entertaining important business guests is one that she is developing entirely on her own." "Well, it might not be that delusional. She does have the body to pull off a dress like that. Lord knows my wife couldn't do it. Check out Victor's trousers. The old boy is sporting wood, probably for the first time in a while." he says with amusement. "As a matter of fact, she's starting to give me a stiffy myself." "Nice. Thanks for sharing, Joe." you say. But you notice your own cock getting hard as watch your wife casually chatting with a bunch of men with her body almost completely exposed, just acting as though it were perfectly normal for them to clearly see her breasts. At one point Victor puts his arm around your wife as he is telling a story. You notice her subtly rubbing her breast against his chest as she looks up at him in rapt attention. He is yammering on about some sports accomplishments of his back in college. You know Janet has a deep disdain for sports but she makes a good show of hanging on his every word. "Oh, that's so amusing." she gasps, patting him on the chest and squeezing herself against him. "You like that story, huh?" he asks. His face is flushed and you notice him pulling your wife against him and moving his hand down to grip her by the hip. "Victor, you do tell the most charming stories." gushes your wife, looking up at him with admiration. You can't help yourself and roll your eyes in response. Victor notices your reaction and says, "Your husband doesn't seem to think it was very good story." he chuckles. "Look at him rolling his eyes." "Oh, he's probably just a little jealous, Vic. He never was much of an athlete himself. More of an academic." she says, giving you a smile and wrinkling her nose at you while she casually guides Victors hand back to rest on her buttocks. Victor gives a start and spills most of his drink down the front of his shirt and the front of his pants. "Oh my goodness, Victor. Look what you've done." laughs your wife, deftly producing a napkin and rubbing his crotch with it. "Uh, oh please. I can do that." he says quickly, taking the napkin from her gently and trying to hide the erection straining against the crotch of his pants. "Of course, dear. Pardon me. I was only trying to help." she says. "I have an idea." she says brightly. "Why not come up to the bedroom, and I will find you a change of clothes." "Oh no, I couldn't put you through the trouble." he says casting you a nervous look. "Well it's no trouble at all." she says lightly. "You look to be about my husband's size. I am sure we can find something that you can fit into." She gives you a wink at that point and your face flushes hotly in response. "Come along, we can't have you standing about uncomfortably in these soaked clothes" she says taking him by the hand and leading him inside. "We'll be right back dear, do carry on." she says giving you a little wave. There is an awkward pause in which everyone realizes that your wife's absence has drained much of the life from the party. But conversation gradually resumes. One of the middle managers approaches you and says. "You know we had pretty much already decided to ink this deal. Your wife didn't have to... go through all this trouble." "Oh it's no trouble for her at all." you say stiffly. "Really?" he laughs. "So she always entertains guests in the nude, then? Don't get me wrong, she has a smoking hot body. But that's a pretty slutty dress she's wearing. And she sure laid it on thick with old Victor." "Now I think Victor is probably up there trying to lay something thick on his wife." laughs the other guy from ACME. He's clearly had too much to drink and there is a long pause before everyone breaks out laughing. "Ha ha" you say sarcastically, casting a glance up at the bedroom window. The light is on and the window is open,but the curtains are drawn and you can only see shadows of movement up there and hear the faint murmur of their voices. Your wife and Victor remain up in the bedroom together for some time and you are starting to get nervous. She was certainly taking a chance with the dress and the flirting, but you don't really think she would take it any further. However during a lull in conversation you all hear her gasp "Oh, Victor!" Several of the fellows giggle quietly and exchange significant glances. You realize that you are all holding your breathes, straining to hear what's going on up there. Presently you hear the distinctive sound of the bed creaking and the headboard tapping against the wall rhythmically. Your blood runs cold in response. You boss looks at you with a strange mix of sympathy and exasperation. "Don't just sit there, Johnson." he says with resignation. "Go up there and see what's going on." "I don't think I want to." you say, feeling nauseous. "I have to say, I didn't think Victor had it in him." says one of the ACME guys but he is shushed up by his comrade and you all sit in silence listening to the creaking bed upstairs. After a few minutes the intensity of the creaking reaches a crescendo and you hear you wife cry out and Victor grunting loudly. You throw your hands up in despair and pace around the patio, unsure of what to do. You can't believe this has happened. You are clinging to shred of hope in your mind that there must be a reasonable explanation for what you just heard. One that doesn't involve your wife fucking an older man to help you clinch a big sale. Soon your wife and Victor re-emerge from the house. They are both glowing brightly. Victor has changed into some your casual clothes and your wife is wearing a modest house dress. "You changed your dress." you say numbly. "Why yes I did." she says. "I felt that it was a little too... casual. I didn't want to make our guests feel overdressed. In their suits that is." You notice a glob of what looks like semen in her hair. "You have something in your hair."you say coldly, pointing it out to her. "Oh thank you dear. I must have sneezed or something." she says laughing lamely and wiping at her head with a napkin. "Well, I guess we will be heading out." says Victor. "We have to get up early and make our final decision on this proposal tomorrow morning. I must say that things look pretty good as they stand now." He turns to your wife and takes her by both hands. "Thanks so much for a memorable evening." he says. She gazes lovingly back into his eyes and says, "Please do come back and visit us again the next time you are in town." General goodbyes are made and the party breaks up for the evening. You are miserably picking up glasses on the patio with your wife when you blurt out "I can't believe you did that!" She give you a frown, "Darling, please try to be cosmopolitan about this. Sex is sex, it's just a physical act. Love is love, it's what binds you and I together. But business is business. And when it comes to business, I don't fuck around." "Uh, yeah, you kind of do actually." you quip in spite of yourself and you join her in some cleansing laughter. How To Get Ahead "My my, don't you look pretty" laughed Julie as she closed the door behind her. "Look Miss Stevens this doesn't have to be like this, I'm sure that I can…." He was swiftly cut off by Julie and she strode towards his desk and with one commanding, powerful sweep of her arm she swept everything from it. Steve cowered back slightly, unsure of what she wanted or what she might do. "Come on stand up, let me see what you look like" ,she barked the command out, aware that she had complete control of this caught cross dresser. Slowly he pushed back his chair and stood up and she came closer to admire his hairless body and the tight fit of the pink panties and stockings. "Get up on the desk so I can get a better view." It was only once he was atop the table and fully exposed that he noticed Julie recording him on her video messaging phone. He started to complain but it was cut off quickly as she seemed to get stronger and more demanding. Finally, happy with her footage she ordered him down and to his knees before her and she made him kiss her shoes before telling him exactly what her demands were. "I want three things Stella (the name spoken with deep sarcasm). One I want the Sales Executive job. Two I want you to fire that cheeky bitch of a secretary, no, no arguments find a reason and sack her, I want to laugh at her as she leaves the building, serve her right. Three, start looking for another job, get one then make me your replacement, do that and your secret will forever be safe with me, don't and the whole city will know. Let me know your answer tomorrow." With that ultimatum she left for the night and Gibbs sat defeated in his chair, knowing he would obey her. Julie was like the cat that had got the cream for the next month or so as all her demands were, one by one, adhered to. Gibbs had no choice, not only was he at heart a weak man but this work was all that he had known and he knew he would have no problems getting work elsewhere so long as the scandal about him did not break. So first things first Julie was promoted to become Sales Executive to much head shaking and mutterings from most of the staff. The females guessed that she had used her standard tactic to get the job but were taken aback that Mr. Gibbs would fall for that. It was two weeks later that a tearful Michelle was given her books, he could barely bring himself to meet her accusatory eyes as she packed her stuff and left the office for the last time. Julie made sure she was in the doorway of her office, flaunting her newly bought designer suit and skirt (very high hem line) and gave her enemy a little wave on the way out the door. Her plan was working perfectly. However, the third part of her plot was not so easy. Yes, Gibbs could get another job but just giving her the post of his replacement was not to be so easy. As it panned out she would have to go through a three person interview with each of the company's directors individually. There were three Directors and at Gibb's recommendation they agreed to speak with Julie to evaluate her suitability for the job. There were two brothers and their widowed sister and they were each in their fifties. For Julie each would present a formidable challenge. They tended to keep their distance from most of the employees and were rarely seen around the workplace. Julie had encountered all three prior to this but had barely spoken with them. First to meet with her was Sean, the younger of the two brothers at just fifty one; he was still ruggedly good looking and had a deep husky voice. So once again Julie found herself in a waiting room being scrutinised by an unimpressed secretary, aware that she had dressed to impress (and possibly seduce!). He kept her waiting a full half hour, almost to the point where she wondered if he had changed his mind. She hoped not because she had gone to a lot of trouble to find out what kind of man he was and what he liked doing, and like most men he had a weak spot, a peccadillo, a fetish that she was more than prepared to exploit. She had listened to all the gossip she could find around the office, had contacted former employees on trumped up reasons and even spoken with one of his ex-wives and all that had led her to discover that Sean had quite a thing for schoolgirl's. He had liked his wife and mistresses (and he had taken a few from the company over the years) to dress up as them and all the information Julie had gleaned showed that he couldn't resist that look. It had caused him trouble and scandal that had had to be cleared up but Julie was relying on that still being able to cloud his judgement. Which was why her hair was done up today in cute pigtails, why under her long business coat that she wore in the waiting area were a white blouse with a tie and why she had on a short tartan skirt. After the interview she would change back into her normal office clothes in the toilets so no-one would twig her devious plans. Mind you, Julie thought as she waited, she had business reasons backing her application too. OK, she hadn't been with the company long but she had done well in both of her previous positions in the office and she was single-mindedly ambitious and determined. Plus with the recommendation of Mr. Gibbs that Julie be named as his successor she felt she had a good case to make. Even so, unless she tilted the scales a little further in her favour she worried that the three directors may dismiss her application out of hand. Finally, the dowdy secretary (chose by Sean's wife many years ago) stood up and guided Julie into his office. It was an intimidating place. A big cavern of an office with a fireplace on one side surrounded by many classical style paintings and the other side of the office was home to a show cabinet that held trophies and plaques from the company's past history. Ahead of her was a massive window giving a panoramic view of the city. The director sat behind his desk and barely made to look up as he intoned for Julie to take a seat. Sean West was grey haired and had a wise, friendly face when he looked up at the young woman that sat across from him. A sly grin crossed his face as he took in her ponytails and that only grew wider as Julie stood again to remove her jacket and let him see her full outfit. His cloudy, brown eyes that had been so far away only seconds ago suddenly sparkled into life as Julie hung her long coat on the coat stand and deliberately, slowly walked back to the seat across from him. She was a wizard with make up and had made her pretty face up perfectly to suit her schoolgirl look. Wide open eyes, highlighted by extra long eye-lashes, pouting pink lips and just a smattering of rouge on her cheeks completed the desired look. "Ah, M-M-Miss Stevens, sorry to keep you waiting, please sit here (indicating the chair she had already sat down in and coyly crossed her legs). Mr. Gibb spoke very highly of you." She just flashed him a shy smile and fluttered her long eyelashes and spoke in a voice slightly higher than her normal one. "Mr. Gibbs was too kind to me, I really enjoyed working with him, it's such a shame he's leaving. But I see it as an opportunity too, I really have enjoyed my time her working for you." "Ah, yes. Thank you, we've enjoyed you too." There followed a period of question and answer pertaining to Julie's previous work and what she had done within the company, but throughout both were aware that the interviewer was paying less attention to her answers and more and more to her and how she was dressed. His eyes poured over her round breasts pressed against the white shirt, divided by that sexy looking tie. He couldn't stop himself peering over the top of the desk and trying to get a glimpse of her white stocking tops below that sexy short, tartan skirt. Julie noticed all right, and playfully twirled her pigtails and spoke in a higher, girlier voice. "Oh Mr West Sir, you don't know how much that means to me. To hear from such a powerful man like you that you appreciate me. I would do anything to get this job. Anything!" Ah! The magic words spoken once again, coupled with her cute little tongue snaking out and licking her lips and those innocent eyes fluttering sexily at him. The old man was experienced enough to get the not-so-subtle hint, he had come across ambitious sluts before (and cum across them!) and for the chance to fuck this sexy little bitch he would suggest she got the job - after all if she fucked it up and couldn't cope they could always fire her. "Well Julie I would like to give you the job, it is a group decision and we all would have to agree but if you were to be nice to me then I'm sure I could see my way to influencing my brother and sister somewhat." "Oh that would be super, how can I be nice to you Sir?" "I like your skirt, why don't you come around here and sit on my lap so I can examine it closer." It was corny and false and both knew exactly what was going on but they just felt they would need to go through the formalities. Faintly ridiculous as it may have seemed, she still flounced around the desk, skipping like a girl and fluffed her skirt up to let him glimpse her white, cotton panties and sat right down on his growing erection. His hand slipped under the hem of the skirt immediately and groped for those wet panties (and they were wet, despite the fact she was doing this for the promotion she was a nympho as well). His fingers easily slipped under the sopping material and found her soft flesh and invaded their folds. "Hmm, aren't you a naughty girl then?" Julie just sighed as his fingers slid deeper and as her hand reached down and felt for the hard cock below her while his other hand reached around and groped for her pert bosoms through the white blouse. This was his fantasy come true, a sexy girl coming onto him dressed as a schoolgirl. All thoughts of the job and the interview were totally gone from his mind, all he wanted now was to stick his cock inside this horny little slut. "Come on babe" he announced as he lifted her off his lap and she sunk to her knees, "I've got a special meat lollipop you'll want to suck on." And with that double entendre he pulled down his zipper and a nice straight cock sprung up from his lap, pointing right at the waiting Julie. She played her tongue around her cherry red lips and pounced forward engulfing the cock into her mouth. As she worked her oral magic on it her hands pulled down his smart business trousers to his ankles, this was a position she was well used to. Sean grabbed a hold of Julie's cute pigtails, one in each hand, and used that purchase to bring her mouth onto his cock even harder and faster. Sensing that he wanted complete control Julie dropped her hands to her sides and allowed him to dictate the pace and power of how he fucked her eager mouth. "Oh you're a naughty girl aren't you?" gasped the fifty year old, already out of puff from his exertions with this young thing. Julie, in response, nodded her head while his thick cock still speared her mouth, the whites of her eyes appealing to him. "Well Miss Stevens naughty girls need to be spanked, don't they?", the same nod followed that comment, the atmosphere in the office highly charged and not a little sleazy. He allowed his cock to spring from her eager mouth and lifted the young beauty by her chin and turned her to face his large wooden desk, she willingly bent her pert ass up and over the edge of the desk as he lifted up the hem of her tiny skirt, exposing her bronzed ass cheeks and the thin slit of white that divided them. The sight positively had the Director salivating. He spanked her, gently at first, getting slightly sharper with each stroke while his hand reached around her front and pulled off her blouse and bra. Her small tartan skirt was next to go before he slid her soaking wet panties down her shapely legs and he saw her silky, smooth, shaven pussy dripping before him. And at the sight of that, and the fact Julie was clad in nothing but her white stockings, suddenly spanking wasn't top of his list of things to do. He flipped her off the table and onto her hands and knees on his thick pile carpet. Julie looked over with an aggressively sexy look on her face practically begging him into her, knowing that his backing for the job would come with it. Sean could feel his cock twitching and knew he would not be able to hold off for too long so wasted little time getting on his knees behind his employee and spreading her thighs apart from behind and pressing his cock into the folds of her inviting vagina. With a push and a groan her was inside her but before he could thrust deeper he found that Julie was doing the work for him, driving her cunt back onto his dick, letting it slide deep inside her then shoving forward so that she was fucking him more than the other way around. He couldn't hold out for long and it wasn't long before he tensed up and shuddered as he fired his cum deep within her. Exhausted for the moment he pulled out and rolled off her, but Julie was a sex athlete and merely rolled onto her ass and spread her legs akimbo and with a playful look on her face dipped her right hand fingers deep into her used pussy and scooped out a gloop of cum. Pushing her top teeth down on her bottom lip cutely, she smiled and brought those fingers to her mouth and licked the cum from them. Sean West looked at this siren and sighed, where had this angel come from? "Now that I've convinced you of my, ahem, suitability (smiles) for the position, maybe you can tell me how I can win over your brother and sister. I am due to see them tomorrow." "Well as for my sister Edith, you're on your own there, all I can say is that she's a hard woman and you'll need to show her that you can take her orders because she's the most hands on of any of us but my brother will be rather easier to convince. You just stay down there and give that 'lollipop' another suck and I'll get him to come over here and you can show him your talents first hand." Julie gave a quizzical look before again reaching for his 'lollipop'. "Don't worry, we're very close and share a lot of things together." Ten minutes later and Julie was convincing both brothers of her 'unique' abilities for the job as Sean again had her taste testing his cock while his older brother Clive was buried to it's hilt in her used pussy. This wasn't her first spit-roast but it certainly was her oldest, they weren't going to last long by the feel of them but what a ride! What a ride! * The next day came and that afternoon, after catching up with much of her work from the day before, Julie headed up to the final Director's office. This was going to be difficult she thought. Edith West was a hard nosed business woman and although she had easily won over her two brothers Edith would likely be a tough challenge, particularly as her usual plan of attack at interviews was not going to work with the old lady. There was no waiting for this interview and a very prim and properly dressed Julie was immediately shown into Edith West's large office, just down the corridor from her brother's. She was an intimidating woman, never mind business woman. With a proud, straight back and pulled back, severe looking grey hair she was a whisker below six feet tall and seemed to tower over Julie's petite frame. As the younger woman stepped inside the office, Edith immediately looked up and scrutinised her through her thick glasses, which seemed to magnify her pale blue eyes. She left her visitor standing there, waiting for an invitation to take a seat that wasn't forthcoming at the moment. Julie had dressed very conservatively, in a tight black jacket over an orange blouse (buttoned up!) and she wore the longest skirt that she had worn in all her time working at the firm. Very sensible shoes completed her outfit. She had her hair pulled back very similarly to her interviewers and had on a minimum of make up. But if she thought this business-like approach would lead to a normal job interview Julie was in for a big surprise. "Don't bother with the chair, dear, you won't be needing it." Julie looked up, surprised at the harsh tone of the voice and the instruction. Oh dear, she thought, all that 'work' would be for nothing. Edith twiddled a pen in her hands before staring at the younger woman. "Come on then, I'm waiting for you to take your clothes off. It seems to be your special talent in this company. Isn't that why perfectly good workers like Mr. Smith and Mr. Gibbs no longer work for us?" Julie was a little lost her, not knowing what would be the best answer, so she stayed quiet waiting to see what the old bitch had to say. "You know I wasn't joking Miss Stevens, if you like conducting job interviews with no clothes on then you had better get out of that outfit. If you're not prepared to treat me as you treated the men then you can get the hell out of her and forget about any chance of this promotion. So what's it going to be girl?" It was a challenge spoken with relish and the older woman leaned back in her chair and crossed her hands before her face an cruel smile on her face as this ambitious young woman was left in a quandary. But Julie was not puzzled for long, if that was what she wanted then fine! She undid the buttons on her jacket fiercely, her eyes never leaving her interviewers. The jacket dropped to the floor and Edith nodded for her continue. No problem, thought Julie and she continued to disrobe her blouse the next item to be taken off. It was like a test and Julie was determined not to be seen to be weak in her presence and it did not take long before Julie was slipping out of her red panties and dropping them on the pile of clothes and standing stark naked before her female boss. "Hmmm, nice, I can see why all the men have fallen for you. But the question I'm wondering is will you do more than men?" This unexpected query was followed up with Edith West stretching down into an open drawer and taking an object out and placing it in front of her on her desk. With those words ringing in her ears Julie recognised the object as a strap-on dildo with harness. She looked up and into her boss's eyes and smiled. "I'll do anything to get ahead" and with that statement she bent her incredible frame forward so that she leaned across the desk toward the older woman, all the time retaining eye contact. Edith smirked and rose up to her imposing height and pushed her chair back and stalked around the desk to stand behind Julie and glimpse her perfect arse. She smoothed her hand over it and ran it up the side of her chest before reaching around to grope her tits. "Of course, I do like things to be a little kinky, hope that's not a problem Miss Stevens?" "No problem, Mrs West, I'll do whatever you like if it'll help me convince you I'm the right person for the post." Edith then produced four lengths of thin, white rope. She spread Julie out across the desk, bent over the edge so her ass pointed at her. From there she worked quickly to tie each of Julie's ankles to their sides table legs before working her way around the desk and doing similar to Julie's wrists to the far sides table legs. She stood back to admire the sight of Julie Stevens strapped tightly to her desk. She reflected on what a stupid or arrogant bitch she must be to have believed that a hard nosed business woman could be so easily seduced by her cheap self. She moved back around the desk and took her seat again staring into the excited eyes of Julie. She picked up the strap on dildo and popped it back into her drawer. This brought a quizzical look from Julie but she had little chance to comment before Edith brought out an orange ball gag which she slipped into Julie's mouth and tightened around the back of her head. With that done she pressed the intercom to speak to her secretary. How To Get Ahead "Miss Craig, has Miss MacKenzie arrived yet? Good, show her in." At the mention of Michelle MacKenzie's name (she had been the secretary that Julie had had fired) Julie realised something was badly wrong here and began to try and escape her bonds. There was no give though, Edith had tied the knots expertly tightly and she found no purchase. Julie could only listen with a growing worry as she heard the door open behind her and heard Michelle's distinctive voice greet Mrs West. As the whispered behind her it was perhaps as well that Julie could not see what was going on as Michelle had taken off her skirt and strapped on a dildo of immense proportions. Eventually Michelle stepped around to give Julie a glimpse of her appendage while Mrs West spoke firmly to her. "Miss Stevens I have watched your progress with some amusement and disgust. I've watched you bend and manipulate weak men to do your biding. As I say it has amused me somewhat, you remind me of myself somewhat at your age. No, don't struggle, it'll do you no good. Now as I was saying, you remind me of myself, trying to be a dominant female. But there's only room for one dominant woman around her, bitch (at this point she grabbed Julie's hair roughly and forced her to look at her) and that's ME!" "So let me tell you that instead of a promotion I am demoting you down to office junior, don't even think of quitting though, I've got some powerful business friends and will make sure that you never get employed anywhere again unless you work another six months here. Oh and I believe you have met your new boss, Michelle. I thought you forcing Gibbs to get rid of her was despicable so I've re-employed her on a better wage and you'll spend the next six months doing whatever she asks you to. Michelle why don't you re-introduce yourself to Miss Stevens here." "With pleasure Mrs West." Michele stepped behind Julie and parted her ass cheeks, Julie braced herself then winced as the black girl jammed her plastic cock right into Julie's asshole. She was about to find out that being an office slut only got you so far and was about to have the worst six months of her life. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please note this story is pure fantasy, and my fantasy at that. While I appreciate criticism that some of my stories aren't realistic or likely, that's not why I write them. I write for pure escapism and fantasy and in that world anything is likely or possible.