I'll make her Mine (Closed)

~ This thread is Closed for myself and DeepBlue89 ~

"I suppose you're wondering why I've called you hear, Hank. I can call you Hank, right?"

David Calwynn regarded the man sitting before him across his desk. This meeting had been a long time coming despite what his guest may think. It was at the last company party that he had seen Candy, Hank's wife though David hadn't known that at the time.

She had been a very attractive woman, even though she was dressed in a very unflattering outfit. Of course he had tried to hit on her. He had no intention of marrying her, or even dating her. But he certainly wanted to fuck her.

That didn't happen however, because of course the weasel sitting in front of him now had interjected and ruined the mood. Even months later, David had not forgotten that slight. And that was why they were sitting where they were, looking at each other in David's office.

"It's come to my attention that you've accrued quite a large debt gambling, Hank. Last I heard it was over half a million dollars. On your salary...well, I dare say you will never be able to pay that back. Not without help." David smiled at the man... well, barely a man. He was a failure in David's eyes. How he had managed to get such a beautiful woman to marry him David had no idea.

"Fortunately for you, I'm a pretty generous guy. When I heard about your troubles I thought to myself 'you've gotta help this guy out.' After all, you work for me, and we take care of our own, don't we Hank?"

He was deliberately stalling on telling the loser how he as going to help him. Making him sweat it out.

"I've bought up all of your debt, Hank. All of it. You now owe me over half a million dollars. Of course, I could easily forgive that amount of money, that's not the issue. But if I did, would you learn a lesson, Hank? I don't think you would. So, here's what I'm going to do. I'm currently without a personal assistant. Brandy is off on Maternity leave." Damn she as a great fuck, even when she was fucking huge. Maybe it was true that pregnant women get crazy horny from all the hormones.

"Your wife is going to be my personal assistant instead. I'm not going to pay her a dime, rather she'll work down your debt. If you refuse my very generous offer, or she quits, I'll be expecting the balance of what you owe me the following day. You have a week to think it over. Either your wife is at the desk outside my office Monday morning or you bring me what you owe. That sounds fair, don't you think?"

When David found out that he had an appointment with Candace Turner on Friday towards the end of the day he smiled. Hank had caved, though to be fair he didn't have much choice.

As she entered his office he stood and walked around his desk to meet her. "Candy! Call me David, please. We shouldn't be so formal." He exclaimed, taking her hand and kissing the back of it lightly. "Come, lets have a seat over here." Unlike with her husband, he brought her to the couch and sat next to her. He didn't need to use intimidation against her. At least not yet.

"So, did Hank explain why you're here?" As she told him what her husband told her, he noted that there was no mention of his gambling debt. Interesting, but he would play along for now.

"As I told your husband, the job is yours, should you want it. Which, since you're here I am guessing that you do. Which is splendid."

"But now, down to business. First, as my PA, you will be an extension of me, and as such, your reputation is in many ways my reputation. That being said, I expect you to dress in a more... feminine manner." He looked down at her breasts, and then back to her face, not bothering to hide it. "No pants, no flats. Skirts, no longer than your knees, blouses that show off your... assets, and don't forget the make up. Is that clear?"

He was wasting no time in laying out what he expected. If she balked too much, and pissed him off, he would simply tell her to go tell her husband that she wasn't taking the job and see how he felt. But if she let him push her this far, well he might have a surprise for her monday morning.

He smiled as she agreed to his dress code. "Great. I'm glad we're on the same page."

"Now, you're going to be more than just my secretary here in the office. I'll be looking for your help in other aspects of my life as well. Hence Personal Assistant rather than Office Assistant. Things like making arrangements for travel, sometimes coming with me when I do travel, ensuring that when I entertain in my home that all of the planning and set up happens to my expectations... things like that."

He reached over and put his hand on her knee and then up slightly, feeling the softness of her thigh. "You and I will be working very closely, and I am quite looking forward to it. I'll see you bright and early Monday morning."

He smiled once again, and walked her out, wishing her a good weekend.

The dress code was only the start of what he would expect from her, and what he would find acceptable on monday would not last long. He was going to push her to the breaking point, and then push some more. By the time he was done with her... well, she'd be his.

He looked up from his computer screen as she entered. "Candy please. I told you to call me David."

He waved her in and looked her over as she approached his desk. It was a good effort, but he has explicitly told her that her skirt was to be no longer than her knee. In truth what she was wearing was pretty close, but he had to establish that he was to be obeyed.

"OK, Candy... first, I like your choice of clothes. They're a vast improvement over what you were wearing on Friday evening. But I'm afraid they just won't do." He opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a credit card. "Here, take this. As part of this position, you get a monthly clothing allowance. I'll give you a bit of time to get settled into your new desk, but after that I want you to go shopping. I want you to look sexy, Candy. Sexy. Do you think you can take care of that? Consider it your first assignment. When you're done, come back here and show me what you've bought."

As Candy presented herself to him with her new purchase, he noted that the only new article of clothing was a shorter skirt. He frowned slightly. But he did notice that she was now adhering to what he had requested. The fact that she had unbuttoned her blouse a little didn't go unnoticed either.

"It's a start. It's still a bit conservative for my tastes, but it's your first day. Just remember that from now on, you're to dress at least this sexy."

When she tried to return the credit card, he stopped her. "Keep it. That's yours for as long as you're working for me. I require a certain look from you, so I will pay the costs of having you meet that requirement. But everything you buy will have to be modeled for me and I will approve of the purchases that I like."

He dismissed her for the time being, asking her to familiarize herself with his calendar and schedule, and he would let her know if he needed her.

Deciding to let her ease into her new role slowly, he didn't give her any tasks that were too difficult or complicated, mainly setting up meetings, but each time he came to her with an assignment, he'd touch her. Nothing too forward, a hand on her shoulder, rubbing her back, brushing her hair away from her face, things like that. And with each new day, the first thing he had her do was present herself so that he could judge whether she was obeying the dress code he gave her.

Unfortunately for her, he would find something that he wasn't happy with, and he sent her out shopping to correct it.

Every day that week he had picked out one piece of clothing that she was wearing as 'not sexy enough' and demanded that she go and buy something new that would be suitable. It didn't matter if the day before it was acceptable, that day it was not.

"Good morning Candy. Lets see what you're wearing today." He said casually, as though it was completely normal for him to inspect and critique his PA's clothing.

"That blouse, the navy is much too dark. It's very unflattering of your figure. Go buy something lighter. With maybe a deeper neckline as well."

He smiled as he sent her away.

When she returned he had an assignment for her. "Candy, could you come in here please?"

Grabbing a folder he brought her to the couch where he sat with his arm around her, and instructed her to look through the folder.

Inside were plans and arrangements for a house party he was hosting at his home on the weekend. "What I need you to do is confirm with the guests that they will be attending, and whether or not they will be bringing anyone. With that up to date headcount, I then need you to update the catering and bar service reservations and confirm they will be able to accommodate. Oh, and add yourself to the list as well, I will certainly have need of you this weekend. It's going to be a late night, so plan to stay the entire weekend. I'm sure your husband won't mind."

At the mention of Hank not knowing about the party, and her having to ask him he burst out laughing. "Oh Candy... It's a good thing you're pretty, because you certainly aren't very bright."

After he finished laughing David looked at her sternly. "Let me make this clear. Your husband wasn't told about the party because it's not entirely a work function. He is also not invited. He's a loser, and I don't want losers attending any party that I put on. I don't care if you tell him what's happening or not, but if he shows up, I'll have security throw him out. Sniveling little coward."

"Now go on and get to work."

David ignored her offended reaction to what he said. It was inconsequential. Besides, her looks were why she had the job. She was a housewife straight out of college for crying out loud. There was absolutely nothing in her back ground that would show she'd be qualified to be in her position. Nothing but her looks.

But Candy's confused reaction to his comments about Hank told him that she really had no idea why her husband had insisted she take this job. He grinned at that. He could use that little bit of information later.

"Upset with your husband?" David shook his head. "Oh Sweety, I'm not upset with your husband. That would mean I think about him enough to have any sort of feelings one way or the other... he's a nobody. Did you really think he was some big shot? You've been here a week and you're already more important to the company than he could ever be."

"This party I'm having is for powerful and influential people. Your husband is neither."

And there it was. The first dent in the trust between husband and wife. It was a typical lie. Everyone wants to think they're important. Everyone wants to look good for their loved ones. Hand lying about his role at the company, exaggerating his influence, was mostly harmless. But David was going to exploit any weakness he could find. He was going to take what he wanted from Hank. He was going to take his wife and mold her into someone that would never want to be with Hank. Even if David eventually tired of her, she would never go back to her husband.

"Oh, and Candy" He said as she headed for the door. "Be sure to wear something extra sexy. Not these boring office clothes you insist on. If you're a really good girl, I'll take you shopping myself and show you what you should be wearing to work to make me happy."

He winked at her and let her leave. He knew she hated him, that fact amused him. He wasn't trying to win her over because he knew he didn't have to. She would give him what he wanted, or watch her family lose everything. He hadn't said this, but he would make sure that Hank would never be anything more than a fry cook at McDonald's if he went back on their deal.

The following evening, as David was leaving the office he stopped by Candy's desk. "I'll see you tomorrow morning. Guests won't be arriving until mid afternoon, but I want you there early to get ready and oversee the last minute preparations. Don't disappoint me with your outfit, Candy... I want everyone that sees you to think I have the sexiest personal assistant and that there is no way I'm not fucking such a hot babe." He winked at her again and before she could respond he walked out the door.

Smiling as he walked out to the drive to greet her, David reach to take her bag. "Good morning Candy. I hope you're ready for a busy, but fun weekend." As he got close to her he leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"This way, I'll show you to your room." Leading her through his spacious house, he pointed out some of the amenities and rooms that they passed. He'd give her a more formal tour later, so that if someone asked for directions she would be able to help.

Once arriving at the guest bedroom she was to use for her stay, he set the bag on the floor at the foot of the bed.

"Now, about your outfit... I like that you at least tried, but unfortunately that bathing suit just isn't working for me. It's to... utilitarian. It's not meant to show off your quite frankly amazing figure. So I'll give you something more appropriate to wear instead. Be right back."

Smiling at her one more time, he left the room but returned less than a minute later.

He set the pink bikini and strip of diaphanous light pink silk on the bed.



"That's something more worthy of your body. Go ahead and try it on."

"Alright, Alright" He said as she shooed him out of the room. "I want it known that I would much prefer to stay and watch, but I am leaving for the moment. I'll be outside at the pool. Come find me when you're dressed."

He chuckled as he walked out the door. There was no rush. He had all the time in the world to make her his.

Later, when she came to find him out by the pool, he looked her up and down with a whistle. "Very nice. Very sexy. I mean, there's room for improvement, but I'd still fuck you." He grinned at her lecherously. As much as he was disdainful of her intelligence in the office, treating her with barely conceal condescension, he was always encouraging and complimentary about her appearance. Though he never let it go without saying that she could look better. His praise for her was always about her sex appeal. Today was no different. He wanted her entire self worth to revolve around how she looked, and how much men wanted to fuck her. Of course that last bit would come much later.