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The Contest

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Synopsis: In a New World Order of make dominance, an over the hill office girl tries to improve her lot in life by winning a Hot Legs Contest that will land her a new position.

The Contest


By Fielding J. Melish


On Monday morning at precisely 8:30 AM, all the girls in the Secretarial Pool of Hardwood Industries gathered excitedly around the bulletin board near the cafeteria. Casey Kelly, a pretty, thirty two year old typist/file clerk, pushed her way forward with the others and jostled to get a little closer as each girl read the new bulletin. When they saw the notice, some younger girls squealed with excitement, clapped their hands and jumped up and down like middle school cheerleaders. Older girls though, simply walked away with a downcast expression, except for Casey, who finally managed to get close enough to read the brightly colored paper:


Hardwood Industries proudly announces our First Annual


Hot Legs Contest!


To improve employee morale and build team spirit, management is sponsoring a “Hot Legs Contest” to see which office girl has the prettiest legs!


The winner will be judged by a Senior Manager!


The girl with the most gorgeous gams will win


Fabulous prizes:



Participation is mandatory for all


Secretarial Pool personnel!


Rules to be posted in a special email memo


Contest to be held next Monday, so good luck girls!


After reading the bulletin, Casey walked back to her desk and looked anxiously for the promised memo. In a few moments, her monitor screen lit up with a high gloss photo of a beautiful blonde PA with shapely long legs wearing a tight miniskirt. She was posed provocatively in her office chair. A well dressed older man in an expensive Armani, pin striped suit was standing right behind her, leering and rubbing her shoulders provacatively.


The girls skimpy skirt was riding way up her thighs and she flashed a sexy smile while fastening a garter clip on a pair of sheer, black nylons. One spiked high heel dangled precariously from the toes of a dainty, hosed foot as she crossed her legs and winked at the camera. The caption under the photo read, “Ive got what it takes, do you??”


Beneath the caption, the rules of the contest were spelled out:


When: Next Monday morning 9:00 am sharp!

Where: Third floor conference room

Who: Mandatory for all Secretarial Pool personnel

Judge: A Senior department head!

Clothing: Skirts at least regulation length, shoes must have at least a three inch heel

Hosiery: Mandatory- the sexier the better!


Promptly at 9:05 am next Monday morning, all Secretarial Pool staff will report to the third floor conference room for their contest assignments. Our distinguished judge will view eight participants at a time to determine who has the best legs. Each girl will be asked to pose in a manner deemed “sexiest” by our judge. Contestants will be eliminated until two finalists are selected for an afternoon “pose down” to determine our winner! Remember, girls- the sexier the better and attitude counts! Winner will be announced at four fifty Monday afternoon. The lucky winner will receive an immediate promotion, salary increase and special bonus! Good luck girls and may the sexiest legs win!


Casey found herself appalled that she, along with every other girl in the Secretarial Pool would be forced to endure yet another humiliating display of their bodies. This time, they were to be judged like prized cattle by some horny Senior Manager in a demeaning contest.


At the same time, she had to be honest with herself. At thirty two, she knew she was very pretty, if a little flat chested. She was also on the short side, about five foot two, but still had the smooth, clear skin, flame red hair and dash of freckles that gave her that girl-next- door appearance many guys loved. Casey also owned a very nice pair of legs, well toned from daily aerobic workouts. However, even with these assets, in her ten years at Hardwood, shed been passed over for promotion to PA numerous times. She just couldnt seem to catch the eye of the right manager at the right time.


She was tired of seeing younger girls with prettier faces and larger breasts being promoted ahead of her and knew her window of opportunity to move up was fading quickly. The thought of ending up an old forty something hag like Brenda Forester, desperate for any kind of attention from her superiors, chilled her to the bone. Occasionally, a Junior Manager might use Brenda for a little MILF fantasy, but she had no real hope of advancement.


Just then, her Office Manager, the dreaded and feared Sherrie “The Enforcer” Burns, strutted over to Caseys station, the metal tips of her dagger heeled, knee length boots clicking ominously on the tile floor. She was slapping a thick metal ruler in the palm of her hand that she used to intimidate the girls she supervised. Sherrie was ultra feminine in appearance but a true Bull Dyke at heart, with a sadists love of harsh spankings for the slightest transgression, real or imagined. And she always made sure the bosses got a good show, always forcing the errant girl to bend over for a sound spanking while her panties were bunched around her ankles.


A year earlier, she had made a pass at Casey. Casey had no option but to permit Sherrie to perform oral sex on her during one of their “chats” in the copy room. Unfortunately, Casey made the fatal mistake of telling Sherrie she preferred men only-and Sherrie had it in for her ever since.


“Back to work Kelly or youll get better acquainted with my little friend here!” She threatened, toying with the silver ruler.


“Yes, Miss Burns, sorry Miss Burns!” Casey apologized quickly as Sherrie turned on her heels to hit on a new girl shed taken a fancy to.


The girl she fancied was Jenna Striker, a gorgeous young new hire at Hardwood. She was definitely exotic with fashion models features, fantastic cleavage and shimmering strawberry blond hair nearly down to her perfect twenty two year old bottom. Casey had spoken with Jenna only once and they took an immediate dislike for each other. Jenna believed she was truly better than the other girls and was certain shed soon leave over the hill losers like Casey in her dust!


After Sherrie whispered something in her ear, Jenna smiled broadly back at her flirtatiously and followed Sherrie eagerly to the copy room for one of her “chats,” while Burns groping hands fondled Jennas sweet behind.


Casey sighed and realized this contest might be her best, last chance to finally move ahead. Despite a few shortcomings in the breast area, she knew she still had the svelte body, great legs and that unique red hair to have a real shot at winning. She made up her mind. She was going to do whatever it takes to win! Shed use her contest victory as a springboard to improve her lot at Hardwood.


At home that night, she rummaged through her lingerie drawer in the tiny room of her cramped, one bedroom apartment. She shared the tiny space with Sally and Brit, two other girls from the Secretarial Pool. A third roommate, Sarah, had just been promoted to PA and moved into a nicer apartment as one of a trio of girls kept by her new boss, Mr. Jennings. As a house favorite, she even had her own room!


Caseys remaining roommates had each called to say they were meeting a couple of married managers for drinks at the local strip club that night and might not be home until very late. So she took some time to take stock of her “inventory”.


Casey had a wide assortment of lingerie of course; all the girls did by necessity. God help the office girl that wasnt wearing the proper attire if a manager happened to be in the mood for a grope. Most of the pieces though were cheap given her limited budget, but some were fancier, meant for a special date or interview for a better position that never seemed to happen. She pulled out some sheer baby dolls in a variety of colors for those awful nights a drunken Junior Manager might stumble to her door very late and demand to sleep it off at her place.


On those hated occasions, she would have to beg her roommates to spend the night on the living room sofa while hed make lewd gestures, maul all their boobs and insist that Casey tuck him in. Shed have to lead the slob to her tiny bedroom, then freshen her makeup, slip on the nightie and return just in time to give him the blow job he wanted before he crashed on her bed, drooling and snoring.


If he was sober enough, the tipsy manager might demand a roommate join them for some three way action. Hed simply rip off Caseys lingerie before entering her and getting his rocks off. So many of her baby dolls became torn that way!


There were plenty of garter belts in the drawer too, but they were all a little worn and frayed, as well as an assortment of panties, pantyhose and nylon stockings. She took a promising looking old pair of tan nylons she seldom wore and ran the sheer fabric across her fingertips, examining them closely.


She was disappointed when she saw all the runs and the little welts on top made by the clips from the garter belt. These wouldnt do at al! Some of her crotch less panties had some possibilities, but no way! She needed something very special if she were to have a fighting chance against the hot little tarts that were dying for a run up the corporate ladder.


Casey was just a single Secretarial Pool girl though, with an annual salary of only $11,500 and lots of expenses. She could barely afford even a one third share of her exorbitant rent, so they had an ad for another roommate. All three girls had to make “special arrangements” with Mr. Sanchez, the gross building manager just to make it through the month without an eviction notice.


Sanchez was gross, obese and abusive. Usually, he just wanted a quick blow job while swilling gin and watching a ball game on the tube. But when drunk, hed push her roughly from behind, bend her over his easy chair, grab her hair with a huge paw and fuck her ass roughly from behind!


Casey shivered as she remembered the last time he forced her to lick his dirty cock clean. The memory made her even more determined to buy something extra special to win this contest and move on, but her funds were non existent and her prospects were dim.


Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration! Her roommate, Brit, had some cash squirreled away, earned from special “tips” given her by Phil, the Assistant Accounting Manager responsible for payroll.


Each Friday afternoon, Phil would make Brit perform a sexy strip tease before he released her paycheck. Sometimes, hed invite a fellow manager in for a drink and theyd cheer Brit on lewdly as she writhed to metal rock music in bra and panties while they gulped beers, told filthy jokes and stuffed bills down her crotch. Before she could get her pay, the nerdy Junior Manager would order Brit to lose her bra then make her crawl across his carpet and using just her teeth to grab her check off the tip of his shoes. Sometimes, hed pull his foot away at the last second and back up, until she crawled all the way across the office.


Brits constant humiliation at the hands of her supervisor drove her to drink a bit too much and one night when she was smashed, told Casey exactly where she stashed the extra money. Casey knew Brit was bisexual and had been always been attracted to her. If Casey were to ask her for a very “special” favor, Brit might give her a loan. If she could pull off a win at the contest, no problem paying the money back soon.


It was her best opportunity to buy something special!


The roommates could barely afford food to eat after rent, makeup and clothing expenses. But Casey wolfed down an old frozen dinner she found in the fridge and did a quick aerobics workout in front of the tube to keep trim. She could be punished for being a single ounce over her assigned weight. She then stripped down to a tight cotton tee shirt and panties for bed.


Only two girls at a time could manage to share the one narrow bed that fit in the microscopic bedroom, while they would all take turns sleeping on the couch in the living room. It was Casey and Brits turn to share the bed an average preteen girl would find uncomfortable!


At about 1:00 am, Casey finally heard the front door creak open. She caught a few splashes of conversation, a loud smacking kiss or two and then Brit appeared at their bedroom door.


Brit was really beautiful. She had long, straight, platinum blonde hair, an upturned nose and full lips that seemed to form a perpetual pout. She also had long, sinuous legs and a pert ass that all the Junior Managers loved to pat every time she walked to her mandatory masturbation session.


Brit was only two years younger than Casey and like Casey, had been mired down in the Secretarial Pool, with its endless trivial rules and strict discipline. When she was first hired at Hardwood, everyone assumed that with her gorgeous blonde hair, long legs and sensuous lips, she was destined to be promoted to PA, but there was one thing that held her back: her small breasts.


Tired of being passed over, Brit finally met a plastic surgeon last year who took a liking to her. She managed to make a sexual “payment plan” with him to make up for her lack of funds, and soon was sporting a pair of huge 36D boobs that were very round and firm. Brit then did some homework on which managers were “boob men” and always wore outfits that revealed her ample new cleavage whenever they were around.


Before long, she was attracting the attention of several managers in need of a new PA.  Her prospects seemed much better than Caseys and she was saving the cash for yet more surgical “enhancements”.


Brit smiled a very tipsy smile and nearly stumbled over her five inch stiletto heels as she collapsed on the narrow bed next to Casey. She wore a little black cocktail dress a size too tight and ripped at the hem. The straps of her lacey black bra had obviously been pulled down roughly to reveal the large pink nipples of her great boobs. Brit also had several red blotchy marks on her neck and breasts, no doubt courtesy of her evenings date.


Brits date was known as one of the most lecherous managers at Hardwood, Earl McCurdy, who liked to prowl the Secretarial Pool for fresh meat when bored with his current PA. Hed pawed many a cute file clerk in his time. He was disgusting, with a huge bald head, pot belly and bad breath. He was also married with three kids, but that didnt discourage him from taking his rightful pleasures from any low level office girl that caught his eye. He dangled a possible PA interview in Brits face and she started seeing him outside the office.


“Hi honey, Im beat,” Brit said wearily. “Told the little bastard, I was having my period and he dropped me off at home.” She slurred her words as she looked longingly at Casey.


“Couldnt stand fucking him tonight, so just gave him a quick hand job in his car on the way back. Still, look what he did!” She held up a ripped stocking, stained with dried semen and pouted, “the jerk ruined a perfectly good pair of nylons!”


Casey kneeled behind her and massaged Brits shoulders. “Lets get you out of these old things, roomie,” she said sympathetically, as she helped slip the dress off. She then unclasped Brits bra, freeing those gorgeous mammaries.


Brits beautiful figure was now totally nude on the bed, except for the flimsy, semi-transparent, pink panties her date had insisted she wear with lettering on the waist band that read, “Party Girl”.


Casey turned the lights down, and snuggled close to Brit. “Comfy, honey?” She asked seductively.


“Mmmmm,” Brit purred, as she closed her eyes and brought her lips close to Casey. “Arent you glad, we havent been fitted for chastity belts yet?” She whispered.


For her part, Casey usually preferred men, but she was lonely and frustrated and needed the money from Brit very badly. She knew Brit was hot for her and would always find some excuse to snuggle in bed or other wise touch her in an intimate way. This time, Casey was the aggressor. She curled closer to Brit and an wrapped her arms around her. Without a word, Brit turned to her roommate and they kissed.


At first it was gentle and sweet, but soon became more urgent and passionate as their tongues met while Caseys hand slipped purposely to the front of Brits pink panties. Brit moaned with intense pleasure as Casey began to run the length of one finger delicately over Brits smoothly shaved pussy, massaging her clit until it became engorged and stiff to her touch. She slipped Brits panties off and gradually pushed the entire length of her finger inside her blonde roommates willing snatch.


In an instant, their legs were intertwined, Caseys top and panties were off too and she moved between Brits wide open legs to taste her sweet cunt for the first time.


After licking and kissing her warm, wet sex at length, Casey sensed Brit was about to climax. She separated herself momentarily from Brits pussy to kiss her pouting red lips while she continued to massage the soaking snatch with her hand. Just before Brit screamed out in orgasmic bliss, Casey said softly, “Brit baby, I need a really big favor…….”



The next evening, Casey felt a hand grab her bottom as she left the most expensive lingerie store in the city, My Sweet Secretary. She whipped her head around and before she could complain or curse, the two high school age boys who had just molested her disappeared laughing around the corner. It wasnt an unusual occurrence on the street or especially on her bus rides to and from work.


Normally, this would upset her, but today she was happy. With the money that Brit loaned her, Casey had purchased some truly erotic and special pieces, guaranteed to get any mans (or womans) attention. Perfect for her contest on Monday.


She purchased a flimsy black lace push up bra, just the thing for amplifying her somewhat meager bust. She also bought a new, very lovely lacey garter belt, with delicate pink roses on the waist and near the garter clips. In a brown store bag, she also carried a slinky pair of four inch stiletto mules, more bedroom than boardroom. They were made from real leather, a good quality knock off of a prestigious Italian designer.


But her best purchase was the stockings. Imported from France, they were the finest, sheerest, black, fully fashioned nylons with the Cuban heel and a slim seam up the back. They were exquisitely sensual and Casey was certain they would compliment her still very shapely legs. She would definitely catch the eye of a new potential boss. But who she wondered?


Casey spent the weekend trying on a combination of outfits until she picked just the right one for the contest. She practiced a few poses in the full length mirror in the hallway of the apartment, crossing her legs in sexy ways, holding one leg out for close inspection, until she had a cute little choreographed routine to best display her assets. By the time Monday morning rolled around she would be ready.


She had also done some serious homework. Before the end of the previous week, she schmoozed all the girls in the pool. On her way to her daily required “stress relief” masturbation sessions, she carefully observed which managers looked over a girls legs first. By Friday, armed with the 411 from the girls and her own keen observations, she knew which ones were the dedicated “leg men”. She then aimed her sights one particular Senior Manager.


Edgar Pierson, Senior Finance Manager was the ideal target. Although known as a lecherous, arrogant bastard to the girls, he was an up and coming respected senior executive, destined for even bigger things, maybe even CEO.  He maintained one of the most prestigious corner offices in the firm and a girl could do far worse that hitch her little bottom to his rising star.


Being the PA of a CEO was the loftiest goal a working girl could hope to attain. These special girls usually became Trophy Wives, the dream of every girl in the Secretarial Pool!


Word was out that he was the contest judge and had grown tired of his current PA, a buxom brunette named Sheila Brown. The rumor was that he had a very strong leg fetish and was very particular about who he hired as assistant. Best thing for Casey, was that age and boobs didnt seem to be his biggest criteria for a PA, just a great pair of legs and willingness to do anything to please.


Some girls seven suggested that the whole contest was just a ploy to find Pierson his ideal PA as one of his employment contract perks. In any case, he was definitely the one she had to impress. If she did her job right, and the rumors were true, she might wind up as Piersons brand new girl!


But Casey had no intention of merely taking her chances on the whims of the judge during the contest when anything could happen. Instead, she devised a plan that would make winning a “slam dunk!”


She learned from eavesdropping on Sheila at the water cooler that Pierson liked to come in to work very early on Mondays to get a head start on the week, at least an hour before his PA. Casey intended to come in early Monday too, when Sheila was to be dispatched to shop for gifts for Piersons third wife who was celebrating her twenty third birthday. She would arrange to “drop by” his office to give him a little preview of her skills.


Secretarial Pool girls were strictly forbidden to enter the building before their assigned starting time unless specifically invited, but Casey took an early bus ride to work on Monday morning of the contest. At 7:00 am, she found the Hardwood security guard at the front desk in the spacious lobby, sipping his hot coffee behind an imposing marble front desk.


She flirted with him shamelessly, displaying much of her new found fake cleavage. Fifteen minutes later, she emerged a few seconds after him from behind the door of the Security Office. The overweight guard walked back to his desk with a smile on his face, zipping up the fly of his uniform pants while Casey rushed quickly to the wash room to cleanse her hands of the semen he had ejaculated. A quick hand job was such a little thing to get the reward she knew was her due!


Once up the glass elevator to the office, she noticed very few people had arrived for work and only a couple of PAs, ordered in early for a quickie to relax her boss prior to an important staff meeting. They scurried about, touching up lipstick and straightening stockings, preparing for their first blow job of the day.


Casey was very nervous, but forced herself to carry through on her plan and made her way unseen down the west hallway to Piersons large, plush office. As planned, the lights were already on and she could see Pierson seated at his desk through the half open door. He was leafing though some computer papers and nursing a steaming cup of black coffee. Caseys hands were sweaty and shaking as she took the plunge and heard herself knock softly on the door with his nameplate in ostentatious gold lettering.


Without waiting for a response, Casey boldly pushed the door open a little more. Pierson was a stout, unattractive man of about forty five. He had a slightly pockmarked face, thin cruel lips and an obvious potbelly. A balding head of hair and thick tortoise shell glasses made him look even older than he actually was, but he had the self confident air of the truly arrogant. He was a man used to getting what he wanted, especially with women.


“Sheila, that you?” He turned his head and asked in a deep Georgia drawl. “Youre a little early arent ya, Sweetie Pie? Whats the matter, nervous about Panty Inspection? Dont sweat it, baby, you wont be needin em!”


He chuckled at his own humor but looked startled and sat up abruptly when he realized it was Casey at the door rather than Sheila.


“Sorry Sir, my names Casey Kelly and Im a really big admirer of yours, Mr. Pierson. Sorry again to disturb you, Sir.”


She spoke meekly, but risked moving a little nearer to his desk, letting the hem of her mini skirt ride up just a bit while she placed one shapely ankle carefully in front of the other for him to clearly see.


Pierson regarded her cautiously but was intrigued. “Is that so? Well, honey, dont recall seein you before. You can get in big trouble bein here early without permission.” He ogled her legs. “Why dont you come a little closer and let Daddy have good look at ya. Dont be shy.”


Casey had dressed carefully to impress Pierson. She wore a charcoal gray ultra short miniskirt molded to her thighs and butt, and a too tight Oxford blouse, top three buttons open, transparent enough to clearly see the outline of her fancy bra and her enhanced bust line. She wore the sheer fully fashioned nylons with a thin seam up the middle and made sure she let her skirt ride up higher and higher as she gradually approached his desk.


Casey stopped when she was about two feet away, dropped her gaze to the ground and said very shyly in her best Marilyn Monroe bimbo voice, “Oh, Sir. Im so, so sorry to bother you, but Im just very nervous about the contest this morning. Id be so grateful if youd let me practice my little show and give me some pointers. Id know youre so very important and Im just a file clerk, but….”


He was hooked. “Well Red, looks to me like ya got nothin to worry about. Youve got a very pretty pair of legs.” He squirmed a little in his seat.


He couldnt take his eyes of her sheer nylons, and Casey was delighted how the stiletto heels of the spiked heel Italian mules set off the shape of her legs to garner his rapt attention.


“Guess I got a few minutes to kill, if you wanna show me what ya got. Cant wait to see if youre red all over,” he laughed as if his comment was extremely funny.


She could clearly see the rise in his trousers now as he began to be hypnotized by her legs. She knew the rumors were true.


Pierson waved her to sit down at the chair across from his massive desk where Sheila normally took her instructions. He rolled his own executive chair back a little, put his coffee on the desk and leaned backward, folding his arms behind his neck and stretching out his squat legs for the show.


“Im all yours, honey,” he said with a grin, starting to enjoy the situation.


Casey willed her face to form into the vacant, pouty bimbo visage she knew hed love. She batted her eyes, decorated with heavy shadow, and pursed her lips, coated with a thick application of hot pink lipstick. Her golden hoop earrings swayed as she made eye contact with Pierson, sensuously hiking the hem of her skirt all the way up her thighs, revealing the tops of her nylons and her diaphanous panties.


When Piersons attention was fully engaged, she smiled sexily, and very deliberately crossed one well toned leg over the other, letting the stiletto heeled mule dangle provocatively from her toes.


“Do you like my nylons, Mr. Pierson?” She asked as seductively as she could manage. “Theyre really special. I thought a man like you might appreciate a girl who loves to wear pretty stockings as much as I do. Im so envious of Sheila; she gets to dress sexy for you every day. Id do anything to please you like that!”


She fussed about how nice it was for a powerful executive like Mr. Pierson to take a moment to help her out.


Casey held out one leg for inspection and pretended to smooth her stockings with the tips of her freshly manicured nails. “Do you like the way these stockings make my legs look, Sir?”


After a few minutes of show, while Casey exaggerated tightening a garter belt clasp, Pierson said, “Hey Red, lets see those panties a little better honey, now get your cute lil butt over here.”


He beckoned her to his desk with a wolf like grin, revealing slightly yellow teeth.


Casey stood up slowly. This was the invitation she aimed for. She vamped sexily to Piersons desk, hiked her skirt even higher as she sat down to face him and said, “I have to confess, Sir. I always fantasize about you.” With a conspiratorial whisper, she added, “by the way, Sir, I am a natural redhead!”


With that confession, she pulled the delicate panties aside with her fingers, revealing just a whisp of neatly trimmed rust shaded pubic hair topping her otherwise cleanly shaven pussy. “Please let me show you how grateful I am for helping me, Sir!”


She implored him with her eyes to fuck her until Pierson stood up quickly, the crotch of his trousers now seriously tented.  She took hold of his hand and guided it to her leg. “Would you like to feel just how smooth my nylons are, Mr. Pierson?” She asked sweetly.


Pierson lost it. He gave in to his aroused lust, and leaned into Casey for a fat French kiss. Seizing the moment, Casey reached up, threw her arms around Piersons neck and fell backwards, pulling his bulky body on top of hers. They tongue kissed with passion while Casey reached down with one hand to caress his cock through his pants, determined to bring him to full erection.


“Oh my, Sir! Youre so big! Here, let me help you….”


She smoothly unzipped his pants, gently released his rigid dick and stroked it with her hand back and forth over the hard shaft. Completely aroused now, he pulled her panties down roughly. He spread her legs open with his paws and was about to take her right on his desk, when she stopped him with a hand on his arm, and a coy glance down at her legs.


“I think I know something youll like, Sir,” she cooed. Casey leaned back while stretching out her legs to softly caress the tip of his fully engorged cock. With both dainty feet, she enclosed his iron hard erection with her nylon soles and began a gentle masturbating motion with her feet. She aimed to give him the best foot job of his life!


Pierson closed his eyes, groaned slightly and succumbed to the pleasure. Soon he grabbed both her feet and began to piston his cock between them in concert with her jerk off motions. In less than a minute, his whole body began to stiffen with the beginning of a powerful eruption.


He screamed out, “Youre one hot redheaded little slut! Im gonna….”, then abruptly shot a copious load of hot, white semen all over the tops of Caseys jet black, full fashioned nylons. He moaned with pleasure for a full thirty seconds as jet after jet streamed across her leg and foot. Finally, he wiped the end of his leaking dick on her shiny, sheer hose, and fell back into his chair, completely satisfied.


Casey smiled as she scooped a little dab of cum from her leg with her finger and made sure Pierson saw her lick it off the tip as if it were the sweetest desert made by the worlds greatest chef.


“Did you enjoy yourself, Sir? She asked, playing the ultimate bimbo. “Id love to help you out that way any time you wanted, day or night. If only I could do well in the contest”


Pierson grinned. He knew her meaning well enough and the game she played. He zipped himself up and straightened his tie.


“Sure, honey, I get it”. You just show me a little more of what you showed me this morning, Red, and things will work out just fine”, and then gave the wink of a conspirator as well. “Now get out of here, baby, Ive got mans work to do”.


Casey was satisfied her plan had worked. She buttoned her blouse, pulled her skirt back down and turned to exit the office. She made certain her prey got another feel of her firm ass as she squealed with delight at his slightest touch then wiggled her way out the door.


“Oh thank you, Mr. Pierson! Dont worry, Sir, I will!”



Casey carefully wiped the last of Mr. Piersons cum off her hose and reported to the conference room at the appointed time for the contest, along with the other girls. She was provided with a name tag and told to report back in fifteen minutes for her first round.


As the morning progressed, the contest went very well for Casey. She was placed in groupings with other girls who were either too old, too unattractive, or just had bad legs. Some of the older girls were pathetic as they made futile attempts to turn Pierson on by removing blouses that revealed sagging boobs and hiked up skirts that had him openly mocking the sight of their middle aged, fat thighs. These girls would most likely wind up fired by the end of the year, begging to provide ten dollar blow jobs to high school interns in the Hardwood parking lot.


Casey was not only better at posing and much sexier than her competitors, but she knew Pierson was on her side. As each round progressed, hed give her a little wink and nod that produced the inevitable result: Casey moving on to the next round.


By the late after noon, all the girls were buzzing about how hot Casey looked and were mystified as to how she was still stuck in the secretarial pool with those legs and ability to obviously turn the judge on, especially the powerful and influential Edgar Pierson. As the finalists were announced, Casey was paired with none other than Jenna Striker, the new hire from Caseys secretarial pool and the only girl that stood between her and a better life. Jenna gave Casey a nasty look as soon as she spotted her.


Casey and Jenna entered the conference room together and when they were instructed to begin their “pose down” for the championship round, Casey was disturbed to see how truly striking Jenna was. A honey blond ten years younger than Casey, Jenna had massive 38 DD boobs, and at five foot nine inches tall, possessed a pair of long legs that seemed to go on forever. She was also a natural tease, knowing exactly how to pose her legs and boobs to get a literal “rise” from Pierson.  Still, Casey remained confident.


They took turns showing off their legs and each girl very adroitly unbuttoned their blouses and raised hemlines to show off their sexy underwear. Jenna wore a red lace bra and panties, to match her coffee colored reinforced heel and toe nylons. Although Casey couldnt hope to match the impressive magnitude of Caseys firm young tits, she knew what Pierson liked and gave him what she really believed he wanted to see. She truly felt that at the end of their final turn she would come out on top.


Casey felt even more confident when at the end of their session, Mr. Pierson came over to congratulate them, paying special attention to Casey. He fondled her ass possessively as he whispered in her ear, “Great job, Red!”  Casey made sure to lean into his touch, letting him know how much she enjoyed his attentions.


As the end of the day drew closer, every one of the secretarial staff at Hardwood was excited, eagerly awaiting the results. Casey was more relaxed now and anticipated the announcement that would declare her the winner. She was certain everything she had done was worth the reward that was now nearly hers.


An even better omen appeared at a nearby work station. Sheila Brown, Piersons P.A. walked slowly past her, head down carrying a small cardboard box filled with a few personal items that she placed on the little desk.


There were streaks of black mascara running down her cheeks from crying and her shoulders were slumped forward. She had obviously been demoted. Casey watched Sherrie Burns step up to her, put her hand on Sheilas shoulder and give her one of her demonic smiles.


“Youre mine now, bitch!” She exclaimed, gleefully.  Bad luck for Sheila, but a good sign for Caseys prospects.


At exactly 4:50, the wall speakers cackled to life and the deep voice of Mr. Pierson himself came over the air.


“Girls, attention please. Were real pleased to announce the winner of our First Annual Hot Legs Contest!” The girls fell completely silent and stretched to hear every word. “Everyone did a marvelous job, but there can be only one winner…and that winner is……..Jenna Striker!”


Casey was absolutely devastated! Tears welled in her eyes immediately and she felt a powerful urge to vomit. The wind was completely knocked out of her and she doubled over for a moment with the hurt and humiliation of losing.


How could she have lost? How could she have been so wrong? How would she pay back Brit? The other girls gathered round her, some sympathetically patting her back or holding her hand. Most girls smirked and gave her that loser look.


It took several minutes for Casey to compose herself, when Sherrie walked up to her, a little glint of joy in her eye.


“Boo hoo, Kelly,” she said sarcastically, rubbing imaginary tears from her eyes. “Looks like youre down here with us for a while”. She slapped the ruler into her palm a few times for emphasis and stared directly at Casey with a malicious smile.


“Oh yeah, Kelly,” she added casually, “Mr. Pierson wants to see you in his office immediately. Chop chop!”


Sherrie snapped the little ruler hard on her ass and cackled like a witch as Casey began a reluctant walk to Piersons office. Why would he want to see me, she wondered? Hes already ruined my life! She only wanted to go home and crawl into bed forever and try to forget the whole damn experience.


In a few minutes, after the longest walk of her life, Casey once again stood at the entrance to Mr. Piersons stately office. The door was open but the lights were dim and before she could see inside, Casey heard laughing voices and the clinking of glasses.


“That you, Red?” Piersons booming drawl came through the door into the hallway. “Get your little ass in her right now!”


His words sounded a little slurred as if hed been drinking. She shyly pushed open the door, ashamed and with head down. She was shocked with the sight that greeted her!


Pierson was seated in his chair and on his lap was the contest winner, Jenna Striker. Her blouse and spiked high heels were scattered on the floor, and her bra was half off, leaving one breast fully exposed. Her skirt was bunched up high above her thighs revealing a smooth, naked pussy.


An open bottle of chilled Dom Perignon was uncorked on Piersons desk, and Jenna sipped from a fluted glass, while Pierson fondled her huge breast with one hand and stroked her nylon covered thigh with the other. Jennas red lace panties were hanging from the Champaign bottle.


“Meet my new PA,” he said with a twisted grin.  Casey practically stumbled into his office. “To the winner go the spoils!”


They both laughed as Jenna began to kiss Piersons neck playfully while his fingers fondled her crotch. They were both obviously already a little drunk from their private celebration.


“You….you sent for me Sir?” Sick with humiliation, Casey could barely utter the words.


Pierson reached back for the bottle on his desk, poured more sparkling Champaign in his glass and glared at Casey.


“Yep, I did.” He gave Jenna a long kiss on her lips before turning again to address Casey. “You guessed right, Red. A promotion as my new girl was the grand prize today. You did a great job showin your gams, but frankly, I need a younger girl with a bit more up top, if you know what I mean.”


As he spoke, he roughly squeezed Jennas huge breasts again, pinching one large pink nipple to emphasize his point, while Jenna giggled with delight. Seeing Caseys look of abject disappointment, Pierson continued.


“Cheer up, Red! Lots of guys saw you dolled up, you couldnt have asked for better exposure today.” Only Jenna chuckled drunkenly at his poor attempt at humor.


“By the way Red, do you remember that the contest winner gets a promotion, a raise and a special bonus?”


“Why…yes….Sir…” Casey tried to look away and started to sob again, barely keeping control. “But what does that have to do with…...”


“Well, dont you wanna know what Jennas bonus is?”


Casey only prayed to die on the spot. “I suppose….so, Sir, if you say so……but…”


Pierson pointed a bony finger right at Casey, slapped his knee and howled. “Its you Red!”


Pierson and his new personal slut Jenna broke out laughing loudly; spilling their drinks as Jenna began to nibble his ear while draping one stocking clad leg over Piersons thigh. She then stared back triumphantly at Casey, making damn sure she saw Jenna brushing a perfect nylon foot sensuously back and forth along the bulge in Piersons unzipped trousers, massaging his growing erection.


Casey was despondent and at a total loss for words. She was frozen on the spot and didnt know where to turn. Pierson then waved his hand at her and gave her the firm direction she lacked. His tone was deadly serious now.


“Get over here now Red and congratulate Jenna properly!” he commanded. She was overwhelmed by the power of his order.


In an instant, Casey was on her knees staring at Jenna Strikers glistening pussy.  Piersons probing fingers had already made his new girl wet and aroused, just the way he liked her. Jenna placed one nylon clad painted toe nail an inch away from Caseys nose as if inviting the loser to kiss her foot. Pierson grinned sadistically and encouraged Casey with a hard gaze that let her know she had no choice but to comply with his desires.


Her spirit broken, a defeated Casey finally took Jennas pretty foot in her hands and placed several hesitant kisses on her silken toes.


“Congratulations, Miss Striker, maam,” she whimpered.


“Thats better slut,” gloated Jenna. She wasnt through tormenting her.


“Ive got a new assignment for you.”  She then looked down on Casey with an imperious air and pointed her middle finger directly to the stiff clit of her nude, wet box.


“Do a good job girl!” The newly promoted twenty two year old beauty ordered.


Pierson nearly drooled with anticipation as he savored his impromptu Heater session.


“Yes maam”, sobbed a degraded Casey as she closed her tear filled eyes and submissively pleasured Mr. Piersons new PA.













Caseys New Job


By Fielding J. Melish



“Oh, God, Miss Burns! Please do it HARDER! Oh, yeah….YES! YES!! God, YES!! Im cummmmmmmmmm…inggg….!!! Casey Kelly screamed in complete and genuine ecstasy at the top of her lungs, as the thick, ten inch black dildo drove deep into her stretched and soaking pussy. Caseys cries rang off the walls of the small studio apartment.


Sherrie Burns, Caseys Office Manager at Hardwood Industries, squealed demonically with triumph and delight as she drove her latest lesbian conquest to the edge of orgasmic madness with her huge vibrating strap on. She leaned over Caseys back, her torso dripping with sweat as she plunged the ebony dong deeper and deeper in to the depths of Caseys cunt, and hissed in her ear, “I always knew youd love it, you little dyke whore! Now tell me how much you want me to give it to you, you fucking bitch!”


“Please, Miss Burns……I WANT MORE!!…Please, PLEASE FUCK ME MORE!!! Casey could hardly believe the passionate trash talk that spewed from her mouth as she ascended to the heights of pleasure on Sherries fake dick. As the latex cock thrust into her again and again, she finally, inexorably, lost control as her body exploded into an intense, cascading climax.


As Casey slowly came down off her high, Sherrie gloated over her with the mastery of her well refined sexual technique.


Sherrie finally removed the strap on and tossed it casually over the edge of her hard, narrow bed. She fell back exhausted on the soaking mattress with her head up against the plywood headboard. The lesbian Office Manager looked up at Casey and sneered, pointing to her own dripping snatch. Grabbing a handful of Caseys flame red hair into a tight ball with her fist, she roughly dragged her subordinates face down to her waiting crotch while her sub cried out in helpless pain.


Sherrie laughed sadistically. “My turn now, slut-EAT me!”


An hour earlier, while making out with Sherrie on her couch, as Sherrie thrust her eager wet tongue down her throat, Casey never would have believed that being a bottom for Burns could give her this much pleasure.


Only a week ago, Casey was just another lowly little drudge of a thirty-two year old typist/file clerk in the Secretarial Pool at Hardwood. Another faceless, powerless girl who struggled to make ends meet in the New World Order of Employers Rights: Rights for men that gave them absolute authority over women in every aspect of life. Rights for women that had completely disappeared.


Shed been briefly infamous for nearly winning Hardwoods First Annual Hot Legs Contest a month before, but that near victory was long forgotten as Casey once again blended into the regimen of strict discipline and endless trivial rules and abuse that was her lot as a loser in the Secretarial Pool.


She was still the pretty, girl next door redhead, with a short but tight body, a perfectly rounded ass and a new reputation for owning a great pair of legs. But she had slipped even further behind in obtaining her ultimate goal of becoming a PA since losing the contest she had schemed so hard to win.


Time marched on very quickly for girl her age with few prospects for promotion.


Every morning, Casey would see many of the over forty hags recently laid off from Hardwood, lurking outside her office building. Some had reached their mandatory retirement age without being approved for their pension; others were blacklisted for having “attitude” problems, placed on the National Employers Index and could no longer find work. Their faces were all coated with heavy make up and they wore obscenely short skirts, as they pathetically offered their middle aged bodies to any available male looking for a cheap lay before the work day began.


Company security routinely ignored this blatant prostitution, perhaps as a warning to the younger girls to mind their attitudes. “This could happen to you,” their leering grins seemed to say, as they walked calmly by the newly minted whores.


And in fact, this was Caseys biggest fear. She knew she was only a few short years away from joining these aging hookers if things didnt turn around-and fast!


One Tuesday evening after another long day of mindless busy work, Casey was lucky enough to secure a seat on the final leg of her three bus rides home. She was riding with the other female office drones returning to their overcrowded apartments, when it started to rain heavily. The vehicle quickly filled up with a group of young high school boys. They were loud, crude and sweaty, probably returning home from a soccer practice. As the empty seats became scarce, the surly boys began to glare at her. She groaned silently to herself, but knew the law. Reluctantly, she gave up her seat to a brash boy and the pimply faced adolescent quickly jumped to take her place.


The bus was overcrowded now, and Casey was forced to stand next to the boys, while they leered at her and made obscene comments. She tried not to make eye contact with them, but every few seconds, she felt an adolescent hand groping her ass, or copping a feel of her leg, beneath her coat. Every time she turned to confront the culprit and protest, a tall, gangly boy of about sixteen would flash a nasty grin at her and his hand would disappear instantly back into a jacket pocket. As soon as she looked away, shed feel the hand on her ass once more and hear the muffled sniggers from his teenage friends.


Frustrated and tired, she finally turned and shouted at him, “Quit groping me young man!”


The boy looked straight at her and spat back sarcastically, “I bet you get groped a lot, Honey- Bet ya like it too!” All the boys gave each other high fives and laughed hysterically. Casey knew better than to protest too much and prayed for her stop to come. After an eternity of more molestation from those kids, she finally got off the bus.


As she walked the last four blocks home in a pouring rain she finally formed an idea that might get her a little relief, at least at the office. At this point, she was ready to try almost anything.


Sherrie “The Enforcer” Burns was her Office Manager at Hardwood. She was very beautiful on the outside, but a true Bull Dyke at heart. Sherrie brutally ruled the Secretarial Pool staff with an iron hand. Even the slightest infraction of the rules, would bring a stinging, public spanking, with the errant girl forced to pull her panties down to her ankles as Sherrie whacked her time and again with a thick metal ruler that was her constant companion. She always gave the bosses a great show and this enhanced her status as office Nazi.


Sherrie had once hit on her, but Casey was straight and foolishly let Sherrie know she didnt enjoy the oral sex Sherrie performed on her during one of her infamous “chats” in the copy room.


Since that day, Sherrie made life miserable for Casey. Not a day went by when Sherrie didnt try to intimidate her by tricking her into breaking a new rule and threaten her with punishment.


It was only Caseys constant and vigorous adherence to every rule that kept her from feeling the pain and humiliation of a Sherrie whipping.


But the tension was getting to Casey.


Although she feared and hated Burns, her lifes disappointments were giving her a “what the hell” attitude. If sucking up to Sherrie would make her life a little easier and take the pressure off just a little bit, she was ready to do things she would never had considered before.


Besides, as she remembered many pleasures with her roommate, Brit, a little girl/girl action occasionally really wasnt all that bad.


Finally, exhausted and soaking wet, Casey made it through the front door of the cramped one bedroom apartment she shared with her roommates, Brit and Sally. All she wanted was to flop down on the threadbare old living room sofa, but she was disturbed by the sounds of loud grunts, and the creaking of rusty mattress springs coming from the direction of their one tiny bedroom. Casey was about to investigate when the reason for the noise became apparent.


Emerging from the room was roommate Brit and the obnoxious Mr. McCurdy, the married manager Brit was dating. McCurdy was forty nine and at least thirty pounds overweight. His balding head sported a bad comb over, and he wore thick black glasses with coke bottle lenses on the nose of his pockmarked face. Before the new laws took effect, no girl would ever consider giving him a second look. Now, he had his pick of attractive girls, powerless to resist his advances without fear of losing their livelihoods.


Assistant Engineering Manager at Hardwood, McCurdy spoke with a slight lisp and had an unpleasant, aggressive personality. He was about five inches shorter than the statuesque Brit- a stark contrast to the busty, platinum blond beauty with her long legs, full, sensuous lips and fashion model features.


McCurdy was infamous for forcing himself on helpless office girls and had dangled the prospect of a PA position in Brits face along with the threat of termination to give her extra incentive to see him outside of work.


Now, he was obviously a little tipsy and his tie was hanging loosely from his collar while he grabbed Brit possessively with one fat fingered paw around her thin waist. His glasses were askew, his cheek was smudged with lipstick and his fly was wide open. He wore a satisfied smile and looked immensely pleased with himself. No need to guess what the noise from the bedroom was all about.


As for Brit, she was trying frantically to button her torn blouse and pull down her dress that was hiked up around her shapely hips, making a futile attempt to pull herself together after the couples recent session on the bed.


McCurdy grasped Brits pink panties as a trophy in one hand and with the other, dragged Brit to the old sofa. He pushed her down and continued to feel her up as Brit tried to look pleased and satisfied.


“Hey roomie,” Said McCurdy smugly when he spotted Casey. “Wanna join us sweetie?” He laughed rudely while nibbling Brits ear and Casey declined. “We were just leaving anyway, werent we baby?” He stroked Brits stocking clad legs, and then reached higher to play with her bare crotch, disregarding Caseys presence in the room. “Tell your cutie roommate where were headed Brit”


Brit looked at Casey with total embarrassment but still used one hand to caress McCurdys groin area as he demanded.


“Yes, Sir.” She looked right at Casey. “Mr. McCurdy and I are going to amateur night at the Cheetah III so that I can dance tonight.” She assumed her bimbo role, with a forced, happy smile on her gorgeous face.


The Cheetah III was a notorious sleazy strip club downtown where all the married managers took their dates from the office.


“Go on baby, tell her why,” McCurdy giggled, highly amused with himself.


Brit looked directly at Casey and forced herself to say the words McCurdy obviously ordered her to repeat.  “Mr. McCurdy says that my tits are so nice, I should share them with everyone!”


McCurdy roared with laughter at this and squeezed one of Brits big boobs. Casey was embarrassed for Brit, but for her sake, smiled politely and turned toward the bedroom to change her clothes. McCurdy suddenly pulled Brit off the sofa and as they neared the door, the nasty Manager blocked Caseys path, pinning her against he wall with his bulk.


“Maybe we can make it a threesome tonight cutie.” He spit into Caseys face with his annoying lisp, and then grabbed her hand with an iron grip, forcing her to feel his growing erection.


Casey kept her cool and smiled sweetly as she gently pulled her hand away from the pig. “Yes, Sir, that would be very nice, but I have a date tonight,” she lied. “Maybe some other time, Sir.”


McCurdy just grunted and Casey shivered with disgust as he and Brit stumbled out the door.




Casey went to work the next day determined to change things with Sherrie, but working the bitchy Office Manager wasnt going to be easy because of Caseys past rejection of her advances and Sherries naturally suspicious nature. 


Each day at work, Casey attempted to pique Sherries interest by finding some excuse to speak with her or make some kind of bodily contact, until Sherrie got the idea that Casey was definitely interested in a second go round. At first, Sherrie, was her usual sarcastic and caustic self, reacting to any initiation of conversation by Casey with a hasty rebuke and implied threat of punishment.


But little by little, Casey began to patiently make some progress, thawing Sherrie out.


She might subtly brush up against her at the water cooler, and ask for advice on movies with lesbian themes. Or she would ask for Sherries help in straightening a stocking.


On afternoon, just before one of her mandatory “stress relief” masturbation sessions, Casey asked Sherrie for her advice on the best sex toys to get off on, and with a sly wink, Casey also inquired if Sherrie would be kind enough to “show” her how to use them properly some day.


Finally, about three weeks into this daily seductive dance, Sherrie came around Caseys station on the pretext of checking if her skirt was regulation length. They both knew it was, but it gave Sherrie a convenient excuse to feel Casey up a bit and see if her new found girl lust was genuine.


“Thanks so much, Miss Burns.” Casey would say in her best Marilyn Monroe bimbo voice. “Your hands feel soooo good!” Burns stopped to look in her eyes with a quizzical look.


“Oh, I know we didnt hit it off right at first Miss Burns,” Casey continued as she sensed the opening. “But lately, youve been in my thoughts a lot.” She whispered this right into Sherries ear as she leaned forward, touching her lobe with the tip of her tongue as Sherrie felt up her stocking leg.


“I know this is a little impudent, Miss Burns,” Casey quickly added, “but I really was hoping we could have another chat in the copy room some day.”


Sherrie was very cautious, but curious. Lust got the better of her and she took the bait.


“Maybe we can do better than that Kelly.” The way she said this gave Casey an uneasy feeling, but she feigned excitement and giggled happily.


Sherrie grabbed a post it note from Caseys desk and scribbled something with a pencil.


“Heres my address, Kelly. Why dont you come on over for a little visit tomorrow night, say around eight.” Then she as she turned on her heels and strutted away, “wear something pretty for me.”


Four long nights later, after taking Sherries huge black dildo up her butt and being forced to please the insatiable Office Manager with her lips and tongue, Sherrie finally began to warm up to Casey.


One evening after a particularly intense session of oral sex that left Casey with an aching jaw, she confessed to Sherrie that she had always hoped for a PA interview.


Sherrie caressed her hair with a touch that was almost tender. “Dont worry Kelly, something might turn up yet.”


Then the moment was gone as she pulled Caseys head back to her pussy. “Now get back to work licking my cunt!”


A week later, the big break she prayed for finally came.


Casey walked confidently down the west wing of the office. She still could hardly believe her good fortune and wanted to pinch herself, but this was reality. She was about to enter the office of Howard Finnegan in Human Resources and interview for a position as his new PA!


Only yesterday, Sherrie Burns had walked over to her station with the urgent message: Mr. Finnegan in Human Resources had specifically requested Casey for an interview!


It took Casey a long evening of performing exhausting oral sex on the insatiable Sherrie Burns until her jaw was nearly paralyzed, to discover that several managers had recently expressed interest in Casey, but Sherrie had always implied that Casey had “an attitude problem”, and scared them off.


Now, with their new relationship, Sherrie put in a good word when the next PA position came open and implied to Finnegan that Casey was not only really hot but would do absolutely anything to please him.


Finnegan was very important in the company and on his way up the corporate hierarchy.  Only forty two, he was very handsome; over six foot three with a full head of jet black hair, and dazzling white teeth that he displayed in a broad, welcoming smile. He was in excellent, even “buff” physical condition.


Finnegan was still single, looking for that perfect “Trophy Wife” to advance his career. Even better to Casey, he had a reputation for being very polite and well mannered. He was known to have slept with more than a dozen girls in the Secretarial Pool and anyone of them would be thrilled to work under him.


This was a dream job for Casey and she wanted desperately to make a great impression and nail the interview.


Casey made certain to wear her sexiest skirt, underwear and nylons for her interview. Her makeup was flawless with a liberal coating of bright red lip gloss, well applied blue eye shadow to set off her big blue eyes and large gold hoop earrings.


Finnegan smiled warmly as he ushered Casey into his spacious office. He relaxed in his leather executive chair. Behind him, was a long rectangular mirror that nearly covered the entire back wall of the room. He invited Casey to be seated while he went back to shuffling some papers for several long minutes. Finally he looked up and carefully regarded her.


Casey expected the usual: to be ordered to remove her blouse and bra for breast inspection and then allow Finnegan to feel her ass or legs as he saw fit. Perhaps he would demand a blow job that Casey was very prepared to perform.


But he did none of that to Caseys great surprise and almost disappointment. Instead, he merely said, “Guess youll do fine,” and went back to shuffling his papers. “Youre hired. Report to my office tomorrow morning. Panty inspection at nine sharp around here.”


Casey was happily stunned!


“Yes, Sir, Mr. Finnegan!” She gushed. Her dream was at hand! More money, prestige and maybe even a shot at becoming a Trophy Wife, were now within her grasp.


“I want you to know Sir, that youll be very pleased with my…..”


He held up one hand to interrupt. “Yes, yes… Im sure I will. Dismissed, Casey.”


Casey knew better than to speak again to her new boss, and stood to walk out the door.


As she prepared to leave and cheerfully gather her things at her old work station, Finnegan abruptly spoke again and she stopped in her tracks to turn around and face him.


“One more thing Casey,” he added softly.


“Were having Take Your Son to Work Day at Hardwood tomorrow. Ive decided to invite my nephew, Steven, to assume my managerial duties for the day. The boys wont have any real authority in business matters, but they need to learn how to control the staff when they become managers after graduation. Theyll have full authority over anyone working under us, including our PAs, so Steven will be your new boss while Im on a brief business trip. I expect youll obey all his orders without question.”


Casey was a little perplexed, but addressed this concept quickly. “Yes, Sir, I understand completely Mr. Finnegan. Ill be certain to follow all his instructions to the letter!”


“Good girl, Casey. Now you may leave.”


Casey exited the office of her new boss and walked back to her old station with great satisfaction. Her plan had worked to perfection.


The next morning, she arrived at Hardwood, excited to begin her new position. She didnt quite know what to expect, having a young kid as her boss for her very first day as PA, but thought it was a pretty harmless idea.


She walked briskly into Finnegans office at eight thirty and prepared to make coffee and get acquainted with her new routine. Before she could fill a pot with water, she was totally shocked by the sight of the person now seated comfortably in Finnegans executive chair.


Leaning back with arms folded behind his neck, wearing a new pinstriped suit and a world class smirk, was that nasty high school boy from the bus ride home. The same kid who had molested her.


Youre Mr. Finnegans nephew!!??” Casey shouted in dread, totally forgetting her place.


“Thats right, honey,” he sneered, “And by the way, its Sir to you!”


Casey forced herself to regain her composure. “Yes, yes…Sir,” she stammered. “Its just that I…..I mean…”


“Im Steven.” Said the gangly sixteen year old. “My uncle tells me youre my new PA today. Why dont we get to know each other a little better?”  He stared into Caseys eyes and his voice assumed a more ominous tone. “Now lose the blouse right now and let me see your tits!”


For a moment Casey froze. At first, her mind reeled and she didnt know what to do. But years of conditioning from obeying every command from lust crazed superiors took hold and she reflexively loosened the buttons of her freshly cleaned white blouse.


Steven gleamed like a kid in a candy store as Casey slowly removed her blouse and set it aside on the chair. She hesitated once more as the intern stood up and approached her, very pleased with his new found authority.


As Steven circled slowly behind her like a predator, Casey just stared straight ahead and fumbled to unhook her black lace push up bra that allowed her smallish breasts to spill into view. She attempted to cover them with her hands, embarrassed to be naked in front of a mere child.


The boy stood directly behind her and folded his arms across his chest, acting like the boss he thought he was. He would have none of this. “Put your arms down!” He ordered and she obeyed.


“Kinda small aint they?” He laughed. “I seen better tits in my magazines every day. Well, guess we can still have some fun anyway.” He suddenly grabbed her breasts from behind with both hands and roughly squeezed her puffy red nipples.


“Uncle Howie says I gotta learn the ropes. Says I need to control my staff. You wanna be controlled Casey?” He continued to pinch her nipples, rolling them with his thumbs then digging into her with sharp nails until she squealed in pain.


“Please Sir, Its my first day,” she almost cried with the agony. “…I want to follow your instructions, but….”


The young bully was puffed up with a feeling of power. He shoved her brutally in the back so that she collapsed chest first onto Finnegans massive desk, her bare tits splayed on the glass top. The boy pulled Caseys tight miniskirt up to her waist to expose the sheer black panties and lacy garter belt she wore.


“Wow!” He exclaimed, all lusty high school kid now as he ogled her firm, round ass and well toned legs. “Love your panties and stockings!” Steven fondled her butt with one eager hand and used his other hand to slide his fingers along the edge of Caseys smooth pussy.


“Lets get a better look at your snatch, shall we?” He pinned her against the desk with his weight and began rubbing his hardening cock against her ass in a humping motion while he fingered her pussy. Steven then tugged at her panties and urgently pulled them down until they were bunched around Caseys ankles.


He leaned over and whispered in Caseys ear as he spread her legs with his own knees. “Youre getting me all hard, honey. How about a little blow job for your new boss to start his day right?”


He pulled her arms so that she spun around to face him. With a wicked grin, Steven placed his hand on top of her red hair and pushed her downward.


“On your knees bitch and suck me off!” He demanded.


Dazed and startled, Casey had no choice but to obey. She closed her eyes and as she sank to her knees, and willed herself to find the zipper of the youngsters trousers.


In that instant, the door to Finnegans office flew open and Mr. Finnegan himself burst inside! He was waving his hands and laughing hysterically. Casey was completely speechless wondering what the hell was going on.


“Thats enough, Steven!” Finnegan shouted, just as Casey was about to release the boys randy teenage dick from his pants.


The boy turned around swiftly and angrily. “Awww, Uncle Howie, it was just getting good and Im so horny now!” He protested loudly and stamped his feet on the floor as if he were just a petulant little boy.


“Dont worry, kid,” said Finnegan as he approached the pair. He draped a fatherly arm around the boys shoulders as Steven calmed down and Casey remained bewildered on her knees. “Go see Burns,” he said kindly. “Shell hook you up with someone from the Secretarial Pool to take care of your rod.”


Finnegan pointed down at Casey. “This PA is my property now.”


In another moment, the boy reluctantly zipped back up and sulked off, his shoulders slumping. He was obviously disappointed in the interruption of his entertainment.


Casey remained frozen where she was. Finnegan smiled at her as the boy left.


“The boys just a little frisky, no harm done. Some of my fellow managers and I have been watching you Casey,” he said still giggling, as if her near rape was all just innocent fun. He pointed to the huge glass behind his desk that Casey now guessed was really a two way mirror. “Wanted to see if you really were ready to do anything to please. You gave us all a good laugh!”


Casey looked up and saw the vile Mr. McCurdy and two other managers standing and chuckling in the doorway of Finnegans office. They nudged each other and then disappeared.


Casey was relieved and began to rise from the floor. Finnegan stopped her with his hand.


“Not so fast girl. Seeing as this is your first day, why dont we have your orientation right here?”


Finnegan then unzipped his own pants and began stroking a very long and swiftly expanding erection.


A few minutes later, as Casey finished swollowing her first load of Mr. Finnegans semen, her new boss looked her in the eye and said seriously, “Well Casey, youve just learned your most important lesson as my new PA.”


“Whats that, Sir?” Casey gulped as Finnegans thick cream rolled down her throat.


Finnegan sighed contentedly.


“Never send a boy to do a mans job!”









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