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“So, if you could please give us a few more months, I just know that my husband can turn his business around,” Jenifer Marlow said.
Herbert Franklin was finding it almost impossible to concentrate on this extraordinarily beautiful woman’s words. As a rule, a client needed a prior appointment to speak directly with the branch manager, but it just so happened that his door had been open when he had glanced up and seen her talking with one of his loans officers in the main banking hall.
He had been immediately entranced by her astonishing loveliness, and unable to resist, he had strolled nonchalantly past the cubicle where she was seated for a closer look. She’d had her back to him, but a quick glimpse of her exposed thigh where her skirt had ridden up, and the profile of her impressive bust, had piqued his interest even more, and under the pretext of making a random check of one of his subordinates, he had introduced himself before ascertaining that the distressed young lady was attempting to obtain a stay of execution on the foreclosure of her home.
To the surprise of the loans officer – and a few other bank employees nearby – Herbert had graciously invited Jenifer into his office to discuss her situation. This of course was not normal protocol, but unbeknown to his staff, Herbert was no longer the same dull, uninspired, middle-aged man that had been working at the bank for the past twenty years.
The reason for this was the passing of his wife a few months earlier. Contrary to external appearances, it had never been a happy marriage. Born largely out of convenience, their union had remained childless and almost completely sexless – understandable given their mutual lack of physical interest in each other. As Mrs. Franklin had grown older, larger, and increasingly disappointed with her life, Herbert had retreated into his own private world of sexual fantasy, in which he had spent many secret hours in his den surfing kinky porn on the internet, and during the working day, covertly observing the younger female employees at the bank, daydreaming about the myriad ways in which he would love to publicly discipline them if he could only get away with it.
None of these fantasies had ever been realized of course, and even though he was now out from under the matrimonial yoke, it was unlikely that they ever would be. He still had a professional reputation to uphold, and even though he was financially secure, risking dismissal for sexual harassment was simply not an option.
But then, today, he had caught sight of young Mrs. Jenifer Marlow, blonde, perfect figure, breathtakingly large breasts, and with the most captivatingly pretty face that had ever graced these premises, and it was as if a light bulb had suddenly been illuminated inside Herbert’s brain. He still couldn’t believe that he had brazenly intervened like that, but now here she was, sitting in the privacy of his office, desperately pleading with him for some kind of clemency regarding her house payments while Herbert marveled at the way she had so unexpectedly fallen into his lap!
Maybe there is a chance after all, Jenifer thought as she waited for Mr. Franklin to finish studying her husband’s loans file.
After months of helplessly watching the gradual disintegration of her marriage as her husband’s business relentlessly spiraled downwards, she had finally decided to take matters into her own hands. Scott already had two large business loans that he couldn’t repay, and it was only when he had told her that the house had been put up as collateral, did Jenifer realize that he could no longer manage this situation on his own. Scott was a proud man, and he would have been furious if he ever found out that she had come here behind his back, but despite knowing little about the financial world, Jenifer had, in her twenty-three years, learned a lot about men. She was hoping that if she dressed and acted the part right, there was a slight possibility that she could earn them a reprieve.
So this morning, she had applied a little more make-up than usual – nothing too tarty, but enough to accentuate her carmine lips and green eyes – and then selected a tight, short, navy blue skirt, an equally close-fitting peach-colored cotton blouse, opted against stockings, and then finished off with a pair of three-inch pumps that enhanced the lines of her long, shapely legs. It was a look that she always accomplished with ease – simple but sexy, subtle but unmistakable. As an afterthought, she had undone an extra two buttons on her blouse, enough to draw attention to her cleavage without making it overly deliberate.
At first, as she had watched the loans officer frowning and shaking his head, Jenifer had feared that she had wasted her time. But then the branch manager, no less, had appeared out of nowhere and now, from the way she caught him furtively glancing up at her chest, she felt a faint glimmer of encouragement.
Eventually Mr. Franklin placed the file in front of him on his desk, and putting his fingertips together, looked at her thoughtfully. Jenifer gave him her most sincere and hopeful expression whilst surreptitiously pushing her shoulders back to emphasize her size thirty-six bust. His eyes flickered towards them very briefly and then he said, “It’s a grim situation, Mrs. Marlow.”
“Please, call me Jenifer.”
A clumsy attempt at intimacy, but worth trying under the circumstances.
“Jenifer,” Franklin’s expression softened slightly. “Ordinarily, the bank wouldn’t even consider the rescheduling of such a high-risk debt.”
Ordinarily? Jenifer thought hopefully. Does that mean he’s considering it?
He regarded her a moment longer, his tongue running across his lower lip, and then appeared to come to a decision. “Fortunately for you, I do have the authority to overrule standard policy in certain cases that I deem exceptional.”
Jenifer tried not to smile just yet – men don’t like to be made to feel as if they are being manipulated.
“However,” Mr. Franklin went on, “before I come to a decision, I’d like to ask you why you came here today without your husband?”
Ah. Okay then. Here goes.
“The truth is,” Jenifer said, “my husband doesn’t know that I am here at all.”
“Uh-huh.” Franklin leaned back in his chair. “And you thought that maybe you could help him out?”
Right. The guy is sharper than I figured. Time to act coy.
Jenifer lowered her eyes and blushed, something she found easier than she would have expected.
“I feel a bit foolish,” she said. “But I didn’t know what else to do. This is our first home and I would hate for us to lose it.”
Her performance seemed to be working because when she looked up, Mr. Franklin was smiling at her. “Not at all, my dear, I understand perfectly. I know how it is for young couples these days. I admire your courage in coming here today, and I want to help.”
“Absolutely.” Mr. Franklin leaned forward again, still smiling, but now there was a peculiar glint in his eyes and for the first time, Jenifer felt a little uneasy.
“I’m sure we can come to an arrangement, Jenifer,” he said. “But now I have another question for you – how badly do you want to keep your house?”
Jenifer Marlow blinked at him and stammered, “I… I want to keep it, of course… very much so.”
It was ‘make or break’ time and Herbert could feel his pulse racing. The concept of having a beautiful young woman such as this under his total control had been festering in his dirty mind for a long while. But now that the opportunity to turn this fantasy into reality had so unexpectedly presented itself, he was experiencing a sudden attack of stage fright.
What if she refuses? Suppose she storms out and makes an official complaint? It would be her word against his of course, and he could probably convince his superiors that there had just been a misunderstanding, but it was equally crucial that he made his intentions to her clear from the outset.
This pretty young specimen had quite obviously dressed this way in order to appeal to his manly urges, so it should come as no surprise if he came on to her. Like so many of her ilk, she would be skilled in the art of politely but firmly rejecting a man’s advances, but this little cutie needed his help, so if he had read the situation accurately, Mrs. Jenifer Marlow wouldn’t be so foolish as to insult his masculinity in that way. No, she had come here to play him, and that meant going along with his ‘suggestions’ as much as possible without actually letting him get his hands on her – little did she know that he had a lot more in mind than that!
Emboldened by these thoughts, Herbert cleared his throat and assumed the authoritative demeanor one would expect from a bank manager. “Very well, Mrs. Marlow, here is what I propose. I have the authority to reschedule your husband’s payments to make them more manageable, and I can even grant a moratorium for a short time. Furthermore, if you decide to take up my offer, I will give you my personal guarantee that the bank will not move to repossess your home.”
The loaded nature of Herbert’s offer was clearly reflected in Jenifer’s lovely features. The expression of gratitude in her green eyes was mixed with apprehension and bewilderment. “Thank you,” she said uncertainly, and then added, “What is your… offer?”
“In addition to my generosity towards your husband,” Herbert beamed, “I’m also offering you a job as my personal assistant.”
Jenifer stared at him for a few seconds while this unexpected development sunk in. “A job?”
“Correct,” Mr. Franklin said. “It’s non-negotiable of course. Either you work for me, or the deal is off.”
“But I have a job already…” she said, her voice sounding pathetically whiny now.
“And where is that?”
“I work at a boutique in town.”
“Hardly a career,” Mr. Franklin sniffed, and Jenifer’s earlier misgivings now took on a new intensity. This seemingly kindly banker, had quite abruptly taken on a rather schoolmasterly demeanor – and why had he just switched back to using her surname?
“Regardless,” Mr. Franklin was saying, “I have been kind enough to offer my assistance with your plight, and frankly I’m a little offended that you don’t appear to be at all grateful. Now if you don’t mind, I have work to do.”
He made a dramatic gesture of picking up her husband’s file and dropping it into his ‘Out’ tray. It took Jenifer a couple of seconds to process this sudden turnabout.
Oh God! After all this effort, I’ve blown it!
“No, please,” she said. “I am grateful, really I am. It’s just that your job offer was so unexpected.”
Mr. Franklin frowned and glanced at his watch. “And? I’m a busy man, young lady.”
Still taken aback at his new officious manner, Jenifer figured she had to make a decision fast. She had no idea what she was letting herself in for, but saving her home – and perhaps even her marriage – was of paramount importance.
“I’ll… I’ll accept your offer of employment,” Jenifer said, feeling her throat go dry.
Mr. Franklin continued to glower at her, but she was sure she detected a flicker of a triumphant smile on his face.
“Very well,” he said finally. “In that case, I will outline the terms and conditions for you. These are also non-negotiable and if you contravene them, our agreement becomes null and void. Understood?”
Suddenly feeling like a naughty schoolgirl, Jenifer swallowed and nodded.
“First and, most importantly, you will carry out any instructions that I give you, immediately and without complaint.”
“What exactly will my duties entail?” Jenifer said, warily.
“I will get to those in due course. But your interruption has brought me to my second inviolable rule. You will not tell anybody about what goes on between us, especially your husband. If he, or anybody else happens to draw their own conclusions about our relationship, well that is something that you will have to deal with yourself, but under no circumstances will you convey the fact that you are working for me against your will.”
Now this whole proposal was sounding rather sinister. Jenifer was not a naïve person, and neither was she a fool. “What do you mean, ‘goes on between us’?”
“Well, as I said, you will carry out any orders I give you – no matter how distasteful or … embarrassing they might be.”
Feeling her cheeks burning, Jenifer glanced at the door. She had gambled on this old fart succumbing to her charms but it was becoming apparent that he was a little more than just a dirty old man. She could possibly handle having him ogling her while she was here, but this business about ‘distasteful’ and ‘embarrassing’ had taken things onto a whole new level.
“I… I don’t think…” she began, but Mr. Franklin cut her short.
“Before you say anything, let me assure you that this is your last chance. Accept my terms unreservedly, right now, or…” he tapped her husband’s file, “I will allow the mechanics of the system to continue unhindered. Your call, young lady.”
There was to be no let up! Jenifer had no choice but to surrender to this man’s demands. She would just have to try and keep any groping or attempted kissing to a minimum. She was sure that she could manage to do that.
Taking a deep breath, she said in a barely audible whisper. “Okay.”
“Okay?” Mr. Franklin sneered. “Please don’t do me any favors. How about a ‘thank you’?”
Understanding now that her new submissive role had already begun, Jenifer lowered her eyes and said, “Thank you for letting me keep my house, Mr. Franklin.”
Underneath his desk, Herbert was already sporting a tremendous hard-on. Even this little game had turned him on enormously, and they hadn’t even got started!
His initial trepidation was quickly being replaced by a growing self-confidence, largely because of the rapidity of Jenifer’s capitulation. Obviously she had made the quick decision to go along with him in order to save her home, but if the pretty blonde young wife had even the slightest inkling of the twisted ideas in his head, he was certain that she would not still be sitting there.
The trick would be to layer the list of indignities on her at a pace slow enough to facilitate her acceptance, but also fast enough to keep her off guard. And of course, as she submitted to each one, the next, more extreme, violation of her dignity should be a little easier to accept.
“You’re very welcome,” Herbert said. “Now, some basic ground rules before we begin. Your employment will begin immediately – consider this afternoon to be your induction course – so you will no longer be working at that silly boutique.”
Jenifer opened her mouth to protest at this, but checked herself and merely nodded. Herbert supposed she had harbored hopes of juggling the two jobs. The poor girl would quickly discover that she would have little time for anything in her life – including her husband – other than attending to the endless demeaning and humiliating tasks that Herbert had planned for her!
“Now as to your attire,” Herbert went on, his excitement gathering, “I like the way you have presented yourself today, so we’ll stay with the tarty theme.”
Jenifer blushed delightfully and looked out of the window. Was she now regretting trying to bait him with her delicious curves?
“But I feel you’ve only gone halfway there. Would you stand up for moment?”
Now Jenifer looked back at him with a mixture of fear and bewilderment in her eyes.
“I said stand up, and move away from the desk so I can have a better look at you,” Herbert repeated, his heartbeat racing faster as he tested out a new boundary.
Looking even more flustered, Jenifer did as she was told, and stood in the center of the office facing him.
“Turn around for me, full circle, nice and slow,” Herbert said, gesticulating with his finger.
There was a little hesitation before she shuffled self-consciously around, first presenting him with a profile of her splendid bust, then a good view of her nicely rounded ass under the tight, navy skirt, before coming to a halt facing him again, her hands now clasped in front of her.
“Yes, almost, but not quite. Tomorrow – you will report to this office at six-thirty in the morning each day, by the way – your skirt will be three inches shorter, and you will wear a pair of five-inch pumps. And just like today, no tights – I like to look at a bit of bare thigh.”
Jenifer’s draw dropped. “What…? I can’t wear a skirt that short in public!”
“I thought we had already agreed that you would obey my instructions without question?” Herbert said, and for effect, he picked up Scott Marlow’s loans file, waving it at her. Fortunately, the warning had the desired effect, and Jenifer’s shoulders visibly slumped in defeat.
Dear Lord! Herbert thought happily. This is really working!
“Very well,” Herbert said. “Now the blouse is fine, nice and tight, but you could lose a couple more buttons. Just remove them permanently because you obviously enjoy displaying your cleavage.”
Her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red, Jenifer glared at him, but said nothing. It was time to up the ante big time. Herbert pressed a button on his desk phone and told his secretary that he was not to be disturbed for the rest of the day. That would get some tongues wagging out there!
Then he stood up and went over to the office door and locked it, Jenifer watching him warily the whole time. He was being wildly reckless now, but his pent-up desire was frankly overwhelming him. He just had to see more of this delectable young beauty!
Breathlessly, he said, “Now I need to check out your underwear.”
It was all happening so fast! Less than an hour ago, Jenifer had had no idea who this stuffy, middle-aged banker was. Now he was standing inches away from her, asking her to show him her underwear! Intellectually, she knew that this had all been a terrible mistake, and yet, instead of bolting as she should have, she remained frozen in place, her eyes fixed upon her husband’s loans file in the ‘Out’ tray.
That buff folder represented everything that she and Scott had together. If they lost the house, they would be set back three years and would have to start over. Where would they live? At her parents’ place? Scott wouldn’t be able to stand the shame. And if they moved into a pokey, rental apartment, it would only increase the pressure on their relationship.
Feeling somewhat lightheaded, she forced herself to look at the lecherous old man hovering close by. “My underwear?” she said, feebly.
“Yes, Mrs. Marlow,” Franklin breathed. “I want you to raise your skirt for me.”
Jenifer let out a tremulous breath and grasped the hem of her tight skirt with shaking fingers. Unable to bear the greedy look in Mr. Franklin’s eyes, she focused on the closed blinds behind his desk, and tugged the material upwards. That morning she had put on her Victoria’s Secret black lace push-up bra and ‘cheekini’ panty set – a present from Scott – only because the bra accentuated her large bust, and the panty line would not be visible through the stretched skirt. It hadn’t occurred to her in a million years that she would be letting some dirty old pervert examine the revealing garments up close!
Trying to delay the inevitable, Jenifer paused just as the crotch of her panties came into view.
“Very nice,” Mr. Franklin whispered. “I like a tease.”
His words made Jenifer feel like a cheap stripper and her cheeks grew hotter still. What had been a simple business discussion a short while ago, had now turned into something uncomfortably intimate. Biting her lip, Jenifer worked the skirt up a couple more inches so that the filthy old man had a clear view of her pubic mound.
Mr. Franklin stepped back a pace to give himself a better view and let out a stuttering breath. “Now pull it all the way up to your waist and turn around.”
Oh what a perfect peach of a butt! Round and firm… and those panties! Not quite a g-string, but still revealing plenty of smooth, unblemished ass cheek!
His cock straining against his own underpants, Herbert had to fight the urge to bend down and kiss those succulent apples! He had no idea what was going through young Mrs. Marlow’s pretty head right now, but he still couldn’t believe that she was actually going through with this!
How much more was she prepared to take? He had already gone much further with her than he had intended today – his original plan being to gradually condition her over time into becoming his slutty plaything. At this rate, he would get her there in a matter of days!
He let his eyes linger on her lovely ass for a moment before following the elegant curves of her long, bare legs. Oh, how he yearned to see this delightful creature in the nude!
Unable to resist, he blurted out, “Bend over!”
He saw Jenifer’s shoulders stiffen, and she turned her head to one side. “Do it now!” he hissed, unconsciously rubbing at the bulge in his pants.
Jenifer’s legs started to tremble now, as she reluctantly bent forward, still clutching the crumpled skirt around her waist, and pushed her sweet ass out towards him.
“Oh, my dear God!” Herbert moaned.
Somehow the tormented girl had contrived to part her feet, toes pointing inward, with her knees pressed together, and the tantalizing black ‘cheekinis’ disappearing between the twin orbs of her buttocks.
Herbert let Jenifer suffer for a good minute before allowing her to straighten up and turn around. Her inversion had added even more color to her face now, and Herbert also detected a little moisture gathering in her beautiful green eyes. Seeing his obvious erection, Jenifer looked away towards the shaded window.
Herbert cleared his throat and said, “That was most enjoyable, my dear. Now I haven’t seen the rest of your underclothes, so I’d like you to lose the skirt completely, and then take off your blouse.”
“Please, Mr. Franklin, no more,” Jenifer quietly implored him. “I can’t do that in here!”
Her muted reaction both relieved and thrilled him. She was obviously as anxious about being discovered as he was excited, but her supplication indicated that she had already accepted his dominant role in their nascent relationship.
Further emboldened by this, Herbert said, “I thought you understood me. No arguments or discussions – just obedience. Or have you already reneged on our agreement?”
The loans file on his desk – the key to this whole titillating journey – almost glowed with its presence. Even though Jenifer had already suffered the unimaginable indignity of having to display her knickers to a perfect stranger, this next step would have to be a major watershed for her.
Herbert held his breath as he watched the delectable young wife’s face. It was do or die time. If she decided to undress in front of him now, then she would have resigned herself to her fate! She looked at the loans file, then at Herbert, and then up at the ceiling as, with quivering fingers, she unzipped her skirt and worked it down over her thighs, then her calves, and stepped out of it.
After a brief hesitation, Jenifer then undid the remaining buttons of her blouse and shrugged it over her shoulders, allowing the garment to join her skirt on the carpet. At first, she instinctively clamped her arms across her breasts, but incredibly, she quickly placed them at her sides.
My, we are learning quickly!
He took his time perusing her youthful beauty. Her belly was flat with a cutely indented navel. Her vulva was well pronounced, her blonde bush visible beneath the sheer ‘cheekinis’. Even though her large breasts were supported by the push up bra, they looked very firm, and he suspected that they would stand up proudly on their own.
Tempted though he was to put that to the test, Herbert willed himself to be patient. It looked as though there was going to plenty of time to become intimately acquainted with young Mrs. Jenifer Marlow. They way he had it planned, her husband would never actually be able to free himself from his debt, and that meant he would end up handing his young wife over to Herbert for a very long time!
A red-hot wave of sexual power surged through Herbert as he retook his seat behind his desk. He actually had a beautiful young female customer standing in her underwear in front of him, waiting for his next command!
“You have an exquisite body, Mrs. Marlow,” Herbert said. “I expect that Scott is very proud of you.”
Hearing her husband’s name, Jenifer made eye contact with him again.
Turning the screw a little tighter, Herbert said, “I wonder what he would think if he could see you now.”
Jenifer’s succulent mouth turned down at the corners and for a moment, Herbert thought she might cry.
“Do you love him?” he asked.
It was quite a question to ask of a young woman standing half-naked in front of a stranger, but with a quavering voice, Jenifer said, “Yes… of course I love my husband.”
“I’m sure you do. I’ll bet you’ve never been unfaithful to him, have you?”
Looking increasingly uncomfortable at this line of interrogation, Jenifer shook her head. “No… I… I’m not like that!”
“And yet here you are, brazenly showing your body off to another man.”
His barbed words must have hit home because now a tear did indeed trickle down one of Jenifer’s cheeks, while her deep blush had extended down her neck.
“I know what you’re thinking” Herbert said. “You have only done this under duress and when you are at home you will return to being a faithful and loving wife, am I right? Well, I can’t do anything about that, but I don’t want to be constantly reminded about your matrimonial bliss. Therefore, you will not wear that wedding band during office hours.”
Jenifer sniffed, and unconsciously twiddled the ring on her finger. The wretched girl looked quite crestfallen, but Herbert was only just beginning to chip away at her domestic life.
“But even that’s not enough, is it? I’ll have to constantly address you as Mrs. Marlow, and that won’t do at all. No, I have a better idea. Tell me, what is your maiden name?”
Jenifer stared at him a moment and then stammered, “It’s… Pickett.”
“Pickett?” Herbert allowed himself a condescending sneer. “How quaint. Well that is what you will be called in the bank from now on – Miss Pickett. As far as everybody here will be concerned, you are unmarried. There will be no talk of your husband, and quite frankly he doesn’t deserve to be mentioned. After all, it was his financial imprudence that has led to your standing there in your underwear now.”
A flicker of indignation passed across Jenifer’s face, but she kept her mouth closed.
“Now before we conclude this meeting, I want you to display your appreciation properly.”
His heart pounding, Herbert stood and came around the desk. Standing a couple of inches in front of his new sex toy, he inhaled her perfume and felt the heat coming off her flushed face.
“Look at me, Miss Pickett.”
Reluctantly, Jenifer raised her eyes, and for the first time Herbert actually touched her by gently wiping away a tear from her cheek.
“Just remember that I am helping you to keep your home,” he said. “All you have to do is be a very good girl.”
He leaned closer so that their lips were almost touching, and Jenifer reflexively pulled away.
“Uh-uh,” Herbert whispered. “Remember the rules.”
With a miserable little sigh, Jenifer parted her rosebud lips and after a slight hesitation, pressed them against Herbert’s. Overcoming a little resistance, he managed to force his tongue inside her mouth. It wasn’t a great kiss because Jenifer was plainly revolted by the whole experience, however it was enough for now – their tongues were touching, their saliva mingling, and Herbert Franklin was in heaven.
Finally he broke away, and the unhappy wench couldn’t help grimacing and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“You’d better get used to it my dear,” Herbert said, “because each morning when I arrive at work, I expect to be greeted with a cup of coffee and a welcoming kiss just like that – while you are dressed only in your underwear!”
Mercifully, the banking hall was deserted as Jenifer clip-clopped across to Franklin’s office in her brand new five-inch heels. Along with an outrageously short skirt that barely concealed her skimpy panties, and a blouse that clearly revealed her prominent cleavage, her outfit was the embodiment of every sexist male’s office fantasy! She had already been forced to endure the appreciative stares of the security guards in the lobby as she had presented her hastily arranged ID card – issued in the name of ‘Miss’ Jenifer Pickett’ as Franklin had decreed.
As this was her first day, Jenifer had no idea what to expect other than that she was now firmly in the clutches of a lecherous man who was easily old enough to be her father! She could only pray that whatever he had in store for her would take place within the confines of his office.
She knocked on the door, and when there was no reply, timidly opened it. With some relief, she entered the empty room and closed the door behind her. She wasn’t sure why Franklin had set her such an unreasonably early starting hour, but she had half expected him to be waiting for her so that he could continue where he had left off yesterday without worrying about any interruptions from his staff. Now, as she stood awkwardly in the center of the same room that he had ordered her to strip to her underwear, she was more puzzled than anything else. What did he expect her to do until his arrival – and when would that be? She remembered him saying that he expected her to welcome him with a French kiss and a cup of coffee whilst dressed in just her panties and bra! Was he serious about that?
Jenifer hated being in this awful situation, but she simply didn’t know what else to do. Her head in a whirl since yesterday’s interview with Franklin, she had juggled the other areas of her life as best she could, telling her husband, Scott, that she was needed early at the boutique, and then calling in sick to the owner. She hadn’t told them that she was now an ‘employee’ at the bank because she was buying time in order to figure a way out of this mess without disrupting her real life. Realistically she knew that it was only a matter of time before somebody would recognize her here, and then she would have to say something to Scott, and also imply that she was working here of her own volition – Franklin had been quite clear about that.
Maybe she was fooling herself, but Jenifer couldn’t accept that this bizarre arrangement was really going to continue for any length of time. Surely the old lecher would grow tired of her eventually. The worrying part was how far would she have to go before that time came. She couldn’t even comprehend the idea of actually having sex with the old fart, but was that even what he wanted? He was quite noticeably aroused by her, but something told her that there was more to this than just sex. She vividly recalled that wicked glint in his eye as he had ordered her to strip to her underclothes and pirouette for him, and she had been acutely aware of the way he had reveled in her embarrassment and the total control he had assumed over her.
With a nervous sigh, Jenifer took her cell phone out of her purse, checking the time, and then for any text messages. It still wasn’t too late to back out, but deep down she knew that she was committed to this thing. In her mind, as long as her house was safe there was still a future for herself and Scott. Whatever Franklin made her do, she would need to keep reminding herself of that.
As the clock ticked annoyingly on the wall, she sat for a while, then stood and paced, before once again taking the seat where she had originally agreed to Franklin’s proposal. Through the door, she could hear the first of the bank’s employees turning up for work, and a fresh wave of anxiety gripped her. This wasn’t a game. She was really here and there were a lot of real people out there. She consoled herself with the possibility that Franklin might just use her as an office ‘gopher’ but she knew that was unrealistic. Quite clearly, the filthy old man had much lewder intentions.
Just when her patience was reaching breaking point, the door swung open and Franklin strode briskly into his office. Unsure of what was required of her, Jenifer stood up, but Franklin didn’t so much as acknowledge her presence. She watched him remove his coat and then set his briefcase on his desk before he finally looked at her.
“Coffee,” he snapped. “The coffee-maker is in the staff lounge on the far side of the main hall. You can ask for directions if you get lost. And tomorrow I expect it to be waiting for me. I always arrive just before eight, so make sure you are ready each morning”
Then he opened his briefcase and took out his laptop. Jenifer hovered for a moment, but when he added nothing further, she went cautiously out into the main banking hall. Acutely aware of her scanty attire, she attempted to pull the two sides of her gaping shirt together, but with the top three buttons gone, it was impossible to conceal her generous bust.
Taking a deep breath, Jenifer walked as confidently as she could across the hall, trying to ignore the sideways glances she was getting from the rest of the arriving staff. She didn’t know if they knew who she was, but with her ID badge pinned over her left breast, it would be obvious that she wasn’t a customer. As she passed the tellers’ booths, Jenifer couldn’t help but notice how neatly and professionally dressed the other women were. Sensible business suits with pants or respectably long skirts were the norm here – in stark contrast to the naughty get-up she had been told to wear! She felt like a cheap whore, and wondered if that was what Franklin had intended. Was this his not-so-subtle way of punishing her for previously attempting to use her looks to secure his cooperation?
She peeked inside the small lounge which was furnished with a couple of sofas, tables and chairs, a refrigerator, a water cooler, and the coffee-maker, which to her dismay was being utilized by another of the bank’s stylishly dressed female employees. Jenifer hesitated, not wanting to make contact with anybody else if at all possible, but at that point the woman turned around. She was gray-haired, with cool blue eyes set in an elegant, angular face, and wore an ID on her lapel that read, MRS. MIRIAM SOUTHGATE – FOREX DEPT.
Miriam’s eyes instantly dropped to Jenifer’s exposed cleavage and then moved downward to her bare thighs, and a thin, knowing smile crept across her lips. “Good morning… Miss Pickett,” she said, coming closer to read Jenifer’s ID tag. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”
“No… I… it’s my first day,” Jenifer mumbled, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks.
“Oh, I see,” Miriam said, with an amused twinkle in her eye. “And which department are you working in, my dear?”
Bridling somewhat at the condescending form of address, Jenifer said, “I’m Mr. Franklin’s new personal assistant.”
Glancing at Jenifer’s name tag again, Miriam corrected, “‘Trainee’ assistant.”
“Well, yes. I’ve just started…” Jenifer said weakly. She was normally a self-assured person but after the events of the past twenty four hours, she found that she was easily intimidated by this refined woman.
“And you wanted to create a good impression by dressing nicely for him?” Miriam smirked, her eyes again roaming over Jenifer’s scanty attire.
Jenifer wasn’t sure how to respond, so she pressed her lips together and looked away as Miriam continued, “Well, I think you’ll certainly have got his attention by now – along with every other male member of staff in the building!”
Jenifer wanted to slap the sarcastic bitch, but she just stood there, feeling increasingly foolish. Desperate to get back to the ‘safety’ of Franklin’s office, she said, “Well, Mr. Franklin is waiting for his morning coffee, so if you’ll excuse me…”
“How sweet,” Miriam said, moving aside. “I expect he’ll have you running lots of little chores for him.”
Turning her back on the spiteful cow, Jenifer kept her counsel as she prepared Franklin’s coffee. The woman’s goading was cruel and unnecessary, but Jenifer had to concede that at least she was being honest. How could any of the employees at the bank be expected to take Jenifer seriously, dressed as she was?
“Anyway, I have serious work to be getting on with,” Miriam's voice came from behind her. “Welcome to the bank, sweetheart. I’m sure you’ll be very popular!”
Inwardly cringing, Jenifer also clearly heard Miriam’s parting comment: “So Herbert’s found himself a piece of eye-candy!”
Herbert was rather pleased with the superior, off-hand manner he had assumed on his arrival today. He wanted to keep young Mrs. Marlow – or Miss Pickett, as he preferred to think of her now – continually on the back foot, and by talking to her as if she was a lowly junior trainee, he was establishing the ground rules early.
In truth however, he had been so excited about their arrangement that he had hardly slept a wink all night! His imagination had run riot dreaming up endless humiliations for the young woman, which he couldn’t wait to put into practice. Within a few months, he was confident that she would be transformed into a mindless bimbo, endlessly striving to please him but always falling short, her self-esteem gradually diminishing day after day!
An silly electronic whistle emanated from Jenifer’s bag on the desk, and dipping his hand inside, Herbert located her cellphone. The message was from a woman called Clare, whom he assumed was her employer at the boutique. So the crafty little missy hadn’t yet handed in her notice! Well, there was plenty of time to take care of that – after preventing Jenifer from turning up at the boutique for a few weeks, he was pretty certain that they would eventually be forced to let her go. There was also still the issue of her husband to take care of. The incompetent fool was bound to become suspicious eventually, but Herbert was willing to bet that once his crushing financial burden had been lifted, with a little encouragement Scott Marlow would be prepared to turn a blind eye to the unusual requirements of his wife’s new job.
Mindful of the repercussions if his plan was ever exposed, Herbert had already decided that the key here was for everybody else to believe that Jenifer was here of her own free will. He had already warned her to keep their deal a secret, and he would quickly spread the news that the idea of becoming his personal assistant had come from her alone. Word would soon get around that she was a cheap slut who was willing to do anything to save her home, exonerating Herbert from any accusations of inappropriate behavior. On the contrary, he would be seen as the good guy trying to help out a struggling young couple, while she would be looked down upon as a wanton hussy by the entire staff!
When Jenifer came back into his office with his coffee, Herbert caught his breath. He had hardly looked at her when he had breezed in earlier, but now he could see that she had followed his dress instructions to the letter. She had indeed removed a further three buttons from her blouse, and her purple bra was almost entirely on view. The tight skirt had either been altered or she had bought a new one which left little to the imagination, and she was tottering delightfully on a pair of five-inch pumps. As commanded, her long legs were bare, their comely lines beautifully emphasized by her high heels.
Dear Lord! Herbert silently giggled to himself. I’ll bet she attracted some interest out there just now!
Gathering himself, he frowned at the tray she had placed on his desk as if she had done something wrong. On the contrary, she had left his coffee black, and added a pot of milk, a teaspoon, a saucer of sugar cubes, and even some sweeteners just in case. The fact that she was already trying so hard to please, was as endearing as it was exciting.
Without saying thank you, Herbert dropped two sugar cubes into his coffee, and as he stirred it, said matter-of-factly, “What’s wrong with this picture?”
Jenifer looked at him with a sweet little frown of her own. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t understand.”
Herbert let out an exaggerated sigh. “Dear me, we aren’t very bright, are we? What did I say about your morning routine? How am I to be welcomed each morning? Surely you haven’t forgotten already?”
As her hand reflexively came up to her chest, it was evident that Jenifer hadn’t forgotten, but had opted to ignore his instructions in the hope that he might have. No chance! He had been thinking about this moment all night!
“Come on, Miss Pickett,” Herbert said, already feeling his prick getting hard under the desk. “You are supposed to give me a nice kiss, remember?”
Just as it had the day before, Jenifer’s face immediately turned an enchanting shade of pink. She wobbled on her high-heels for a second before moving uncertainly around the desk towards him, but Herbert put up his hand.
“And? What else?”
Jenifer visibly gulped as she halted a foot away from him.
“Is this really so difficult?” Herbert sighed again. “You’ve already stripped to your underwear for me once, so it’s not like you are doing anything new. And you had better get comfortable with it because I expect you to be waiting for me in your bra and panties every day from now on.”
Biting her bottom lip, Jenifer glanced out of the window before flipping open the remaining two buttons of her blouse. Herbert pretended to be more interested in his coffee as she shrugged off the blouse and then twisted the micro-skirt around her waist so that she could unzip it. Seconds later she was standing before him in just the matching purple bra and panty set, as well as the black pumps on her feet.
Despite his Oscar-winning performance so far, Herbert’s heart rate picked up as she leaned down towards him. His breath coming in little shudders, he couldn’t help but stare at her cleavage as she bent awkwardly over him, her reddened face descending towards his. This was their second kiss, but it was no less exhilarating for him as their mouths touched. Her breath was warm and honeyed, and when he pried her soft lips apart with his tongue, she emitted a little whimper but offered no resistance.
Their tongues flickered together for a moment before Herbert quickly pulled away in case he creamed his underpants! He had never been as horny as this in his life, but then again, he had never kissed a woman as hot as this before!
“That was a little better,” Herbert conceded, his quivering voice betraying his true feelings of arousal. “I’ll give you a pass today, but if you err in your duties again you will be punished, young lady.”
He noted the look of alarm in her lovely blue eyes, but he guessed she was learning the rules quickly now and had therefore decided that it would be wise not to question him as to the nature of any ‘punishments’. He ogled her semi-naked figure for a while as he sipped his coffee, marveling at what a stunning specimen she was, while the poor girl shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. It suddenly occurred to Herbert that he had been so captivated by her looks that he had forgotten to check whether she had left her wedding band at home.
“Hold out your hands.”
As she extended her bare fingers for inspection, Herbert experienced that glowing power surge again. By acquiescing to his demand regarding the ring, she had, in his mind, drawn a tangible line between her married life and her new world of subservience with him. She was no longer Mrs. Jenifer Marlow, but merely a sexy little bubble head called Miss Pickett, his humble slave who would in time – he hoped –become his sole property for life!
Squirming under Mr. Franklin’s lecherous gaze, Jenifer couldn’t escape the feeling that she was in some way deeply betraying Scott. It was cruelly ironic that in order to save her home and she believed, ultimately her marriage, she was undoubtedly going to have to cheat on her beloved husband with this unattractive middle-aged man!
However, she had already committed herself to this course of action, no matter how loathsome it might prove to be. Here in this office, behind closed doors, she would allow this dirty old bank manager to do with her as he pleased – just so long as Scott never found out about the details!
Adding to her feelings of culpability was the fact that she had left her wedding band at home, albeit under orders from Franklin. Along with being forced to revert to her maiden name, Jenifer simply could not get away from the idea that she was somehow conspiring to shut her husband out of her new ‘life’ here at the bank. She wasn’t even allowed to tell anyone that she was actually married! Once again, it occurred to her that this was precisely the impression that Franklin wanted to convey about her – his pretty, dumb blonde, willing to fuck for favors!
Well let them speculate all they wanted – provided that they had no actual proof that she was behaving inappropriately, she would just keep to herself and maintain her dignity as far as possible. No doubt that arrogant Miriam woman was already spreading the muck around. So be it! They could whisper and stare all they pleased – Jenifer Marlow was made of sterner stuff than that!
Just when Jenifer was beginning to wonder if Franklin was going to leer at her semi-clothed body for the rest of the day, he said, “Well, I have work to do, and so do you, Miss Pickett. But before you get started, I need to make a few more minor alterations to your office uniform.”
Uniform? She was standing in her underwear, for Christ’s sake!
Jenifer watched him fish around in one of his desk drawers before producing a pair of shiny scissors. A new sense of foreboding settled upon her as she quickly comprehended that they could serve only one purpose in Franklin’s warped mind.
True enough, snapping the blades together for effect, the lecherous old businessman then touched the sharp points against Jenifer’s navel, causing her to suck in her stomach. Teasingly, he then trailed the scissors down to her waistband, and slipping a blade inside, snipped clean through the elastic just beside her left hip. Jenifer immediately felt the material loosen and had to resist the urge to hold up the waistband as Franklin repeated the procedure on the right side.
The ruined panties now hung limply about her waist, staying up only because of the snug fit between her buttocks. If she stayed motionless, she felt that they would remain in place, but Jenifer instinctively knew that as soon as she started walking, she would have to hold them up with at least one hand. But if that prospect wasn’t daunting enough, now Franklin stood up and grinning like a naughty schoolboy, sliced completely through the bra straps over her shoulders! As the elastic fell away, Jenifer felt her heavy breasts jiggling with their new-found freedom.
Still not quite satisfied, Franklin then leaned forward and craning his neck over Jenifer’s shoulder, cut away at the back strap, until that was also hanging in two useless pieces. To her dismay, Jenifer was now forced to accept that the rest of her day would be spent in a constant battle with gravity to keep everything up!
There was no point in asking why he was behaving in such an unreasonable and puerile fashion. She already understood that he was finally getting to act out long-suppressed sex games – and that she was his new toy!
Satisfied with his ill-intentioned tailoring, Franklin said, “That should keep your mind from wandering. Now, you’d better get dressed before I set you a simple errand to perform.”
Keeping her knees pressed together, Jenifer bent down to retrieve her micro-skirt, and then after a bit of fumbling and wriggling, she managed to work the tight-fitting garment up over her thighs. After fastening it in place, she reached behind and pulled the gusset of her panties deep into her crotch to give it just a bit of purchase. Then she put her skimpy blouse back on, fastening the two surviving buttons, and trying to arrange the uselessly dangling bra-straps so that the roughly-hewn ends wouldn’t look too obvious through the light material.
“Very good,” Franklin said contentedly. “Now I would like you to accompany me to where all of our junior employees begin their careers at the bank – the ‘waste room.’
And before Jenifer had time to respond, Franklin had opened the door to the main banking hall and with a grand sweeping gesture, said, “This way, please, Miss Pickett.”
Hobbling awkwardly behind him as they passed the rows of now fully-occupied desks, Jenifer’s earlier resolve to somehow ‘contain’ this situation had quickly been rendered somewhat futile. She was painfully aware of the countless eyes upon her as she held one arm across her chest while the other hovered behind her buttocks, lest her precariously secured underwear free itself from between her thighs.
Feeling increasingly self-conscious, Jenifer focused her eyes on Franklin’s back as he strode rapidly ahead, making it increasingly difficulty for her to maintain her dignity as she strove to keep up. As the senior employee in the building, Franklin was receiving plenty of respectful early morning greetings from his staff along the way, but in her peripheral vision Jenifer was acutely aware that it was she who was really attracting everybody’s attention. And why not? Wobbling along on high heels with her knees pressed daintily together, her tiny skirt barely covering her buttocks, and her breasts wobbling freely under the loosened bra, the intriguing ‘Miss Jenifer Pickett – Trainee’ would most certainly be creating quite a stir already!
Through a ‘STAFF ONLY’ exit, they descended two short flights of stairs before entering a dingy basement which was filled almost entirely with stacks of cardboard boxes from floor to ceiling. In the center of the dusty room, illuminated by an overhead fluorescent light, was a large metal shredding machine.
“Welcome to ‘waste’,” Franklin beamed. “As its name implies, this is where all of the surplus and redundant paperwork finally ends up. However before it is bagged and sent to the dump, everything must be shredded for confidentiality purposes – and that is the first task of all of my new minions arriving fresh from school!”
A little out of breath from hurrying across the banking hall, Jenifer tried to process this unexpected development. Yes, she knew that she was now ‘employed’ at the bank, but after all of the kissing and semi-undressing, she had been bracing herself for a long day of sexual harassment in Franklin’s office. Now, it seemed, she was going to be spending some time away from him – away from everybody, in fact – down here below floor level!
On the one hand, she felt a little relived to be out of the sight of the rest of the staff, but perhaps she was fooling herself. Maybe Franklin had chosen this location for its privacy. Here with the door locked, he could molest her to his heart’s content without fear of interruption. But Franklin was to keep her guessing yet again. Tapping the two stacks of boxes sitting nearest the shredder, he said, “You can take care of these first. That should keep you occupied.”
Jenifer gazed up in dismay at the boxes which towered well above her head. Clearly she had been mistaken about Franklin’s intentions, as he apparently did intend for her to earn her keep while she was here! Having mentally prepared herself to deal with his sexual advances, Jenifer felt an irrational stab of rejection at his surprisingly abrupt disinterest. But was he just toying with her? After all, what had all the kissing and posing in her underwear been all about? And then cutting through her bra and panties? She had assumed that little prank had been designed to make her slowly reveal her most personal parts to him as the day progressed, but now she wasn’t sure what he had in mind.
“The machine is simple enough to operate,” Franklin was saying now. “Green switch for on, red for off. It’s auto-lubricating and jam proof, so even a bimbo like yourself shouldn’t be able to break it.”
Jenifer flushed and bridled at his insulting words, but let him continue with his condescending instructions. “When the bin is full, put the shredded paper into these black bags and tie them off with the sewn-in wraps. Oh yes, there’s a small step ladder in the corner so that you can reach the upper boxes. That’s about it. I’ll be back to check on your progress after lunch. Any questions?”
In spite of her serf-like status, Jenifer had to ask, “Is there any air-conditioning? It’s a little warm down here”
Franklin dabbed theatrically at his forehead as if he hadn’t noticed, then said, “So it is. I’ll see if I can have a fan sent down for you." Then he grinned wickedly. "In the meantime, if you find yourself getting a little overheated, you can always strip down to your underwear again!”
He went to the door and then paused. “Oh, by the way. I expect you to have finished the two stacks by the time I return – if not, you can expect to pay a forfeit!”
Jenifer gaped at the empty doorway after he had gone, trying to process what he had just said. A forfeit? What the hell was that supposed to mean?
All she knew was that the terms of her ‘employment’ remained the same – do as she was told or the deal was off and her matrimonial home would be repossessed. If forcing her to undertake menial office tasks fit only for unqualified teenagers was his idea of entertainment, then she would simply have to humor him. She knew now that she was involved in a weird game of Franklin’s making, and she was beginning to suspect that his ultimate goal was to in some way break down her resolve.
Sliding the step ladder over to the first stack, Jenifer set her jaw grimly. Fuck him and his forfeits! She would have this lot shredded and bagged long before the sick pervert came back to check up on her – and she would happily relish the disappointment in his face when he saw that she had outmaneuvered him! If this was how it was going to be, then bring it on!
Without Franklin there to order her about, she gratefully slipped out of her uncomfortably tall heels and climbed up the small stepladder. Keeping her thighs clamped together to ensure that her panties stayed in place, she reached up with both arms to get a grip on the highest box. Now unrestricted, the cups of her brassiere immediately fell away from her breasts, but knowing she was alone she let them be, pulling the heavy box away and awkwardly stepping backwards down onto the hard concrete floor.
By the time she had set the box down, her useless bra was hanging around her midriff. Irritably, she tugged it back up into place, but quickly recognized that with her hands being occupied, she would be fighting a losing battle! If she was going to get this lot shredded in time, then she was going to have to be pragmatic about it. She padded barefoot across to the door, but finding that it had no lock, she dragged a couple of boxes across and pushed them up against the door as an attempt at a safeguard, and then whipped the infuriating brassiere off and tossed it onto the floor.
Now her breasts swung naked and free under the flimsy material of her blouse, but she was actually relieved for the newfound freedom. It was so close down here that she was already beginning to perspire, and it hadn't been more than ten minutes!
Wiping her brow with the back of her arm, Jenifer punched the green button on the shredding machine, and dressed in a tiny skirt with ruined panties clinging to her crotch, with her breasts unencumbered beneath her two-button blouse, she set about completing her menial task.
Fortunately there wasn’t a lot of real work to be done today which might distract Herbert from the titillating show unfolding on the screen of his laptop. Unware that she was being watched via three strategically placed hidden cameras, the feisty Miss Pickett seemed to be attacking her trivial chore with some gusto!
Quite apart from her stunning good looks and amazing bodywork, Herbert detected a keen intelligence behind those captivating blue eyes, and although she was no academic, he was sure that a steady program of mindless jobs like this would eventually start to wear her down emotionally and intellectually. But with the threat of punishment hanging over her head, she would be forced to take her lowly duties quite seriously. Certainly she seemed to be doing just that as she began feeding the shredder clad in her thin blouse and short skirt.
The light in the basement wasn’t the best, but Herbert's secretly installed cameras were state of the art, and with a little fine tuning on his keyboard, Herbert managed to get a clear definition of Jenifer’s profile as she bent to retrieve more print-outs from the pile at her feet, her dangling breasts silhouetted beautifully against the sheer material of her blouse.
It had been an unexpected bonus that she had so quickly dispensed with the lacerated bra, but then the unsuspecting girl was under the impression that she had been left to her own devices. There was also something quite alluring about her working in bare feet on the concrete floor too, an image which conjured up scenes from bygone days when women knew their place in society.
Periodically Jenifer would pause to wipe her brow, and he could see that her luscious body was working up quite a sweat. Of course, there was an air-conditioning unit set flat in the ceiling, but the confused young woman was obviously not thinking straight enough to figure that out. Besides, Herbert had made sure to throw the breaker switch in the panel outside, in case she became hot and flustered enough to desperately seek out some form of ventilation.
Anyway, he had promised her a fan and indeed it was on its way – although Miss Jenifer Pickett might not be altogether happy when it arrived!
With the noise of the shredder blotting out all other sounds, Jenifer let out a shriek of surprise when she felt a finger prodding her in the shoulder. Whirling around, she fully expecting to see Franklin standing there, but instead two young male employees were staring with a look of utter amazement at the prominent outline of her unfettered breasts! Jenifer reflexively wrapped her arm across herself and glanced helplessly at her useless brassiere over by the door.
Like Jenifer, the two unexpected visitors were wearing plastic trainee tags, identifying them as 'Kevin, and 'Peter' respectively. Jenifer punched the red button on the shredder, and squealed, “What do you want?”
With his eyes still glued to her chest, Kevin thrust an envelope into her hand. “Mr. Franklin sent us.”
Jenifer looked at him uncertainly and then opened the envelope with her free hand. Inside was a memo bearing the bank’s letterhead, under which was typed ‘Trainee Program Team A’, followed by a list of three names – Kevin Barton, Peter Vaughn, and Jenifer Pickett. The next line read, ‘Job Description: Waste Duty. Monday 12th – Friday 16th, 10am – 1pm’. It was signed by ‘Mr. Herbert Franklin, Branch Manager’, but Jenifer’s eyes were immediately drawn to a scrawl in red ink along the bottom, which announced, ‘Kevin and Peter are in charge. Do EXACTLY what they say, or else!’
Jenifer looked back up at her two youthful supervisors, trying to make sense of Franklin’s menacing addendum - particularly the second sentence. She had no way of knowing how much these two lads knew about her current predicament, and although it was quite possible that Franklin had briefed them fully, she somehow doubted it. In all likelihood, they had simply been told to report to the basement so that they could show the ropes to a new starter, and they would probably have been expecting to find another spotty-faced teenager like themselves.
Certainly, the hang-jaw expressions on their faces betrayed the fact that they most certainly hadn’t been prepared for the sight of a perspiring young woman clad only in a revealing blouse and skirt! The question was, had they already read the memo and consequently the handwritten note at the bottom, and if so, now that they had laid eyes upon her, were their imaginations already running riot with the possibilities it raised?
Totally baffled as to what possible satisfaction Franklin could be deriving from this fabricated encounter, Jenifer tried to reassure herself that nothing untoward was likely to happen between her and these two fellow trainees. It was inconceivable that the whole branch would be co-conspirators in Franklin’s dirty little scheme, so it would appear that his strategy here had been to send these two unsuspecting teenagers into this potentially combustible situation simply to see what might transpire!
Emboldened by the thought that these two inexperienced kids probably wouldn’t have the courage to seize the opportunity that Franklin had presented them with, Jenifer took a brief moment to assess her unwanted companions. Physically, they weren’t at all imposing, just a pair of skinny kids out of high school with the pasty-faced look that suggested countless hours spent indoors in front of a computer screen. From the look of them, Jenifer guessed that they were most likely virgins, which should give her the upper hand were they to attempt getting familiar.
Despite all of the above rationalizing, there was still one major factor that she could not avoid – ultimately Franklin’s word was law, and by virtue of the note in her hand, he had just delegated that authority to these two salivating adolescents. Miserably, she understood that if push came to shove, she would have no choice other than to do what they wanted her to!
“Mr. Franklin said you might be getting a bit overheated,” Kevin said, fishing in his pocket, “so we brought this for you.”
He held up a tiny hand-held battery operated fan, and when the little plastic blades whirred into life, he pointed it at Jenifer’s face. In the stifling heat of the basement, the directed breeze was indeed very welcome, but it did nothing to decrease the temperature in her flushed cheeks. Franklin was obviously mocking her with this stupid little device, a clear demonstration of her impotence in this increasingly inhospitable workplace, where even her physical comfort was now outside of her control.
“Thank you,” Jenifer said grudgingly as she reached for the fan, but Kevin pulled it out of reach with just the hint of a rather unsettling smile.
“No, it’s okay,” he said, “We’ll keep you cool while you climb up the ladder and bring down the next pile of printouts, okay?”
It was more of a suggestion than an order, but Jenifer was sure that if she demurred, one of these two youngsters would report it back to Franklin. There was a noticeable look of mischief in Kevin’s eyes now as he watched Jenifer hesitantly place her bare foot on the bottom rung of the stepladder. He was obviously well aware that by making her climb up there, she would be presenting him and his buddy with an excellent upward view of her partially covered rear end – but was he aware of the state of her severed waistband?
Jenifer took a couple of tentative steps up the ladder, her right hand automatically dropping to protect the rear of her crotch as she did so. The top of the stack was still a couple of feet higher, and when she raised her leg again the unstable ladder wobbled under her weight, causing her to brace herself against the boxes with her hands. With her backside exposed, Jenifer felt a sudden cool rush of air against the cleft between her ass cheeks, and she emitted a little yelp of surprise.
“You’re looking a bit sticky in there,” Kevin said from below, and Jenifer closed her eyes in mortification. She was a married woman, and these kids, at least four years her junior, not to mention perfect strangers, were already examining her most personal parts!
Realizing that to dawdle meant more ogling time for them, Jenifer reached up for the uppermost box. There was no question of using just one hand, and as soon as she stretched up to pull the box clear, she realized to her horror that her slack panties had suddenly slipped an inch downward! Tottering on the stepladder with the box balanced on her head, Jenifer was compelled to stay quite still to avoid falling backwards onto the hard floor. Quickly realizing that she wasn't going to make it, Jenifer yelled, “Can you help me with this box? I’m going to fall!”
Even as the words left her lips, Jenifer realized that in her panic she had just set herself a trap and she stiffened as she felt the palms of Kevin’s hands pressing against her exposed buttocks. “Don’t worry Jenifer, I’ve got you!” he said gallantly, “Peter, give us a hand here, will you?”
“No! Wait! Not there!” she cried as Peter’s fingers gripped her waist. Then she felt her body being pulled away from the ladder and the box slipping from her grasp, and before she knew what was happening, she was in a horizontal position, looking up at the bright fluorescent tube light. As the two young men eased her to the floor, Jenifer became aware that Kevin’s right hand had somehow worked its way between her clammy thighs, while the other was squeezing her left buttock. At the same time, Peter had moved his arms under her armpits wrapped his fingers around her breasts!
In the oppressive heat, Jenifer was acutely aware of their masculine proximity, and she began to push away at the ladder with her toes. “Okay!” she yelled. “That’s enough! Let me down, now!”
“Easy,” Kevin breathed into her ear as they maneuvered her down to the hard floor. She immediately struggled to get back up, but Kevin said, “Just relax for a second, you had a bad scare.”
“I’m okay,” Jenifer protested, now fully alert to her vulnerable position beneath them. She began to thrash her legs, frantically trying to get some space and she twisted over onto her stomach, wrenching herself free and crawling blindly towards to exit.
Totally enthralled, Herbert gazed longingly at Jenifer’s naked butt as she scurried along on all fours, oblivious to the fact that her knickers had now slipped down to her knees. The looks on the two young trainees kneeling beside the stepladder told him that they were getting a beautiful eyeful of Jenifer’s rear-end, and he zoomed in with one of the cameras for a closer look. Sure enough, he caught a delightful glimpse of her fleshy hammock snuggled between her wobbling ass cheeks!
Before he had sent the two trainees down to help her, he had explained that Jenifer was a special ‘equal opportunities’ employee, who would need more than a little assistance with the simplest of tasks. He deliberately hadn’t mentioned that she happened to be an absolute honey with a figure to die for! As he had suspected, these two lads had quickly adapted to the situation without any further elaboration required on Herbert's part. The confined space, suffocating heat, Jenifer’s relative lack of clothing, and male teenage testosterone would surely do the rest.
On camera, he saw Kevin say something and then a moment later, Jenifer came back into frame, standing now, and pulling her panties back up, with her head hanging down in a posture of embarrassment at her unintentional flashing. Satisfied that Jenifer had managed to get herself under enough control that she wasn't going to flee, Herbert closed his laptop and decided he would take an early, long lunch. The unfolding scenes down below would all be recorded for his viewing pleasure later. He wondered how far the boys would go now that they comprehended the level of dominance they had over their lovely new charge.
He was still impatient to partake in Jenifer’s fleshly delights himself of course, but by putting her out to ‘work’ in another part of the building, he was hopefully putting up a smokescreen that might quell the chit-chat that was undoubtedly spreading throughout the building.
Yes, Miss Jenifer Pickett would indeed become his personal whore in due course, but there was much work to be done in the interim to paint a public picture of her as an airheaded nympho, a horny, easily confused slut who would eventually be fair game for every red-blooded male employee at the bank! And by that time, nobody would blame Herbert for falling for her seductive charms, would they? Over the course of the coming year, it would become normal for Jenifer to be universally regarded as the office bicycle, the washroom cocksucker, and Mr. Franklin’s very own bimbo assistant – but the truth of the matter, his coercive manipulations and her inner shame and humiliation? Well that would remain very much their secret!
TO BE CONTINUED…