Assume the Position (Closed for MidnightWalk)

[Sweet_Secrets]

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Let me shake up your world
Cause just one night couldn't be so wrong
I'm gonna make you lose control

- Good Girls Go Bad, Cobra Starship

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First and foremost - Lorelei Cusp is a professional. She prided herself on being able to keep a straight face and level head during the most stressful of situations. Being the secretary of one of the most successful CEOs for an up-and-coming business for several years demands that after all. Her eye twitches when her train of thought hits that particular part. Years. She had work tirelessly and loyally for years in order to make sure everything about his life and business had gone on neatly. This is how he decides to repay her hard work when she was just trying to further herself in life?

By blackmailing her into staying with him as his secretary. When all she wanted to do was broaden her horizons and look for ways to improve her standing in the world. At first she had all thought it was a tasteless and elaborate hoax when he confronted her, trying to laugh it off by asking him what on earth he had taken this time. But when he began pulling out all the dirty secrets he seemingly found out about her entire life and 'imply' what a shame it'll be if they were to go out in public... It's not like she had much of a choice if the choice was stay and work somewhere you didn't like or don't work anymore.

Lorelei gnashed her teeth in frustration as she continued to type out the report that had to be sent by today, trying to move about in her chair to find a more comfortable position but it was difficult. Between the fear of her breasts spilling out from the too low cut of her button up blouse to how distracting the garter stockings were for the woman, it was irritating how what should be.

Perhaps what galled her the most was that he now required her to prove her loyalty to him after finding out her attempts to find new work. Maybe she could have forgiven him for forcing her to put her career on hold if he really needed her that badly. Maybe she could have forgiven him for that. But to forgive him for putting her in an outfit that she was wearing now as some sort of litmus test to see how eager she was to still be with him? Not likely. Lorelei felt humiliated that she had to work into the building look like the way she did, the pencil skirt a touch too short to hide her panties as she walked to the elevator, needing to hold her breath the entire time in fear the too tight blouse would break in half and let her generous breasts spill out for all to see at the lobby.

She had just finished up summarising the proposal when she noticed the flashing red light on the phone situated on her desk. Sighing, she pressed on the button and politely informed him that she'll be there in five minutes. Lorelei knew that red light meant only one thing: He wanted her in his office. Now.

Apparently it would be too much to ask to be given a day or two to settle into this situation he forced her into. Saving the file and doing her best to navigate on the skyhigh heels she had to wear with the rest of the outfit he had picked out for her, she entered the office with the usual ease and grace. She closed the door behind her with an audible click, giving her boss a friendly smile, full red lips parted to show the bright whiteness of her teeth that almost rivalled the twinkle in her bright green eyes that were a touch too cold for the expression she was trying to sell. She tried though.

Because as much as the situation was one that she loathed, Lorelei Cusp is a professional first and she refused to let anyone, even someone she had thought of as a friend and a coworker (and perhaps something more), get the best of her.

"Sir? You called for me?"

 

[MidnightWalk]

Martin Cruikshank leaned back in his leather chair, staring out the window at downtown Chicago. His corner office provided a lovely view of the city, windows on both external walls showing him the grandeur of the Windy City. Of course, that was one of the perks of being the CEO of a company increasing in size by 20% annually.

Martin mused on that success. A good portion of that was his strategic direction, and the guidance of the staff with which he surrounded himself. And if he was honest, a large chunk of that success was due to his personal secretary. She kept him focused, on target, on time, and on the ball. Without Lorelei's highly efficient office skills, it's possible that Starfield Consulting wouldn't be as successful as it was. He frowned at the thought. And that's what made the thought of her leaving, looking for other work to "broaden her horizons", so galling. She was already compensated much more richly than any other secretary or office assistant at any comparable company and yet she wanted to leave. That was a certain level of betrayal.

Of course, her appearance had never hurt either. She was a lovely young woman, with a drop dead body. And that was part of the issue. Martin had figured that he would be able to exploit that at some point, but she'd never given any hint that she was interested in that way. And then she wanted to leave.

Martin wasn't willing to let her go. So he'd had some research done into her life. Not his proudest moment, but there were always questionable moments in the life of a CEO, he supposed. He'd spent too long getting what he wanted professionally to allow something personally to get away. That research had turned up a number of dirty little secrets that would have dramatically ended Lorelei's professional career in any field that wasn't paid minimum wage, if they got out. And he hadn't had to be blatant about it. A simple mention of some places, some date had done it. She was a smart woman and quickly caught on - she would stay or that information would follow her wherever she tried to go.

He knew she resented that, but she was professional and was still doing her job, even after he spelled out some new terms of her employment, including a newly instituted dress code. Martin had seen he briefly when she came in, but she, naturally, seemed to be avoiding him. Time to end that, he thought, turning back toward his desk and stabbing the call button on the intercom system.

Mentally counting, he found she was only a few seconds off her usual response time entering his office. He looked her up and down. Her hair was perfect, as always, and those ruby painted lips framing her gleaming white teeth. Martin's eyes flicked downward, past the simple necklace she wore, to the deep cleavage shown by her lowcut silk blouse, obviously buoyed by a pushup bra, lace trimmed if that edge there was an indication. The creamy globes showed almost half of their curve to him (and anyone else). Gaze sliding further down, he noted the tight pencil skirt and the tops of her stockings showing beneath, garter snaps visible. Nice shapely legs, too. Tipped by 3 inch heels, naturally. She kept herself in great shape, he acknowledged. Bringing his gaze back to her face, he nodded, though he didn't invite her to sit, not yet.

"I see you've taken your new dress code to heart. I approve of your choices, Lorelei." Martin smiled. "It's a very flattering outfit. I'm glad you're adapting well."

He openly stared for another moment. "So, tell me about the Baxter report. That has to be across town by 4 today, and I need to personally review it." He frowned internally. That's the one flaw in his plans. He'd never had to review her work before, but considering his new conditions for her, he couldn't take the chance that she'd sabotage him in revenge. "I assume you're close to completion? Yes?" He gazed at her, waiting for a response, waiting to gauge that response.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

She doesn't give him a response when he inevitably stared at her tawdry outfit, his gaze lingering at the obvious displays of her assets. Or tried to at least. Biting on the inside of her cheek, she kept her expression neutral as his gaze moved from the long length of her neck to the ample swell of her breasts to the gap of naked flesh the end of her skirt and the start of her garter stocking created. It rankled her a bit, really, to be treated like this. Made to wear something that those women in the x-rated films wore before it was inadvertently torn off before they were taken from behind. She had worked too hard to be considered a pair of tits and an ass at this point of her life. It had taken a fine balance of exercise, attitude, and fashion to keep her image of the beautiful professional, someone refined and gorgeous but not sexy or wanton.

But after that day, walking in wearing what she had for everyone to see, she knew people were already making remarks and comments about her sudden change of appearance. Oh they wouldn't dare say it to her or Martin's face but people were petty and she was looking exceptionally slutty. Lorelei had trusted Martin and look what that had gotten her. That was a certain level of betrayal. So no response from the woman when in the past she would have perhaps made a smart remark or a dry comment about his eyes needing help find their way back to his sockets again. None of that.

She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of her company so soon. Not when she still felt the stung of pain from her dignity being wounded over it all. It's only when he directed her a question does she at last respond, knowing it would be impossible to keep quiet at a question. Her voice contained a forced cheerfulness to it, not exactly hiding all of the coolness that coloured her usually banal words but she wasn't outright hostile to him.

Of course she wouldn't be hostile to him and she wasn't planning to. She wasn't an idiot who hoped to bomb her career on her own times and, for better or for worse, Martin was someone she cared for. Lorelei would her best for him if he asked. Even if the circumstances between the both of them were... less then ideal.

"More than close to completion. The Baxter report is finished, sir. I was planning on sending it to you via e-mail when you called me in." When he received it no doubt the document and its contents would be perfect because of course it would be perfect. Lorelei had slaved on it all day after all. She reached out to tuck a stray strand of wild red hair behind her ears, keeping her back straight and her posture perfect. Because if Martin wasn't planning to let her sit anytime soon, she had to prepare herself for standing in these heels for a long time. "Merely cleared up some of the communication issues we've been having with them for the last few weeks. I was finally able to pinpoint what exactly was in the documents we've given to them that caused them to act to vaguely worried.

"And, of course, I'm sure that's not the only reason why you called me in for that." Because it was Martin Cruikshank after all. She had worked for him and known him long enough to know that he wouldn't just ask for a report when he could have asked about it over the intercom. He's all about efficiency and practicality from her experience with him. "Is there anything you need from me?"

Because if not Lorelei was planning on spinning on the back of her heel and leave the room so very, very fast to continue hiding from him.

 

[MidnightWalk]

Martin listened to her report impassively, eyes moving over her body as she spoke. He knew she was efficient...that was part of the problem. He'd hired her, groomed her, trained her. She'd been fresh out of school when she came to work for him, and he had worked with her, teaching her how to be the best she could be. From a recent college grad, wet behind the ears, to the most efficient assistant a man could ask for.... Hell, Lorelei could almost read his mind, anticipating his needs and providing materials, communications, what have you almost before he asked. So yes, he knew the report would be efficient and complete by now.

And that was the problem. All of that care, training and compensation....oh yes, he'd compensated her well. Lorelei's salary was as much as several of his vice presidents. (And it still was...Martin saw no reason to penalize her income, so long as her work stayed up to standard.) And then she had the gall to betray him. "Improving herself"..."broadening her horizons".... That was crap. She was abandoning him. And that wouldn't stand. Fortunately, she had some moments in her life that would never stand up to close scrutiny.

These thoughts flashed through his head as he listened to her. "Good. Make sure I get it when you get back to your desk." Martin looked at her another moment.

"That blouse looks tight...almost uncomfortable." He paused, as if thinking of something. "Please, sit down. Take a load off. I don't think you've ever worn heels like those around here." He smiled thinly. "So sit."

"Now, that blouse...as I say...it looks nice, but it looks tight." Martin looked Lorelei in the eye. "It would probably help if you unfastened a couple more buttons." He cocked his head. "You're going to want to consider that a very strong suggestion." He tapped the top of his oak desk, fingers drumming a rhythmic beat.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

Was he really- Was he ordering her to-

She almost wanted to stand up again from her seat in anger despite her aching feet protesting at the idea of that, the kneejerk feelings of shock and indignation getting her first. It showed through the strong flush of red that bloomed on her cheeks, the sudden swell of her breasts as she took a deep breath to try and calm herself. Her heart slammed against her ribcage with each second, a tempo behind the drumming of Martin's fingers on his desk. How could he ask her to do such a thing after all this time--

There was tick under Lorelie's eye as she tried to steady herself, weighing the pros and cons of following the 'strong suggestion' of his because they both knew that if she unbuttoned just even one more of her blouse then she might as well take the entire cloth off of her since it'll be useless in keeping her breasts contained. The idea of being so exposed to him, someone she had looked up to for years, unnerved the proud woman. Sadly, she also knew both them understood the fact that the cons of refusing his suggestion/order vastly outweighed what little pros she could think of at the time. Whatever dignity she would save from doing that would soon be shattered if news of what she had done back then in college leaked out to the public.

"Noted," she said with a smile, a smile that certainly did not reach her eyes as she raised her hands up and began to undo the polished buttons of the form-fitting blouse.

One button snapped off, revealing more of push up bra that she wore underneath. Not that she needed it, the pushup bra. She was young and exercised to keep in tiptop shape for appearance's sake so her large breasts were still supple and perky, creamy and smooth and looking impressive in the kinky black lace. Lorelei knew people made a comment about her generous assets and she was smug at the fact that thanks to her position, it'll be all look and no touch for them. Until then that is.

The second button to be undone was what caused her breasts to burst out without a moment's pause, the pair easily spilling out from her blouse in an almost obscene fashion while she tried to keep her dignity at the fact she could feel her heaving tits jaunt out, exposed to the cool air of the airconditioned room. If her nipples were hardening under the almost see-through material from the cold or from the humiliation she felt from being witnessed like this, it was hard to say. If her face was bright red from either shock or anger, it was difficult to say. What was clear was the fact she was sitting in that chair now, her tits now available for Martin to see and ogle for long as he pleased.

"That does feel... better, sir." That was both a truth and a lie. She wanted to be able to breathe again but not like that. Never like the way she was. "T-Thank you for the suggestion."

 

[MidnightWalk]

Martin leaned back in his leather chair, watching his assistant struggle to process his instructions. Lorelei had many great attributes, but a poker face was not among them. Anger, frustration, resignation...they all flashed across her face, despite the smile that she wore. He nodded in appreciation as her hands moved to her blouse, despite her obvious reluctance. The long fingers worked at the buttons, and he was momentarily concerned that the polished buttons might snap right off the blouse, tight as it was.

He watched her steadily as she unbuttoned one, then the next. The blouse itself seems to shrink back, or her breasts seemed to project forward, so tight was the blouse. Martin nodding approval as the large mammaries came into view, encased by the black lace, but still large and impressive, pushing outward from the retracted blouse. Her flesh was pale, and nearly half of the large breasts showed above the black lace in an impressive showing. He'd always wondered about those breasts, and was now seeing so much more of them. He anticipated seeing more. Particularly with those nipples hardening behind the lace...he could see that. Projecting forward through her arousal or embarrassment or the ambient temperature of the room...one of them was causing her headlights to light up. That was a very good sign.

Lorelei had a magnificent body and soon he'd see it all, along with other things. Martin considered his flaws, because like everyone else he had them, and chief among them was a hatred of being betrayed. Lorelei would have to earn her way back into his good graces and he had a list of ways for that to be possible, but first....

"Don't you worry, Lorelei, I plenty more suggestions. In fact," he smiled, "it might just be simpler if you took the bra off. If it's that constraining, you could do without it. I'd hold it here for you until quitting time and you could just put your blouse back on without it." He gazed directly into her eyes, daring her to dispute his suggestion.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

Lorelei felt her blood turn cold at his suggestion that she take off her bra and hand it over to him, wondering if she had somehow ended up knocking herself out during the walk here and she was having some lurid dream. It felt like too much of a porn scenario in her head: The slutty bimb of a secretary about to be railed by her boss over his desk, ass in the air as he pounded her from behind without any mercy or gentleness until he nutted inside her aching cunt. (Oh, why did she have to word it like that in her head-)

She tried to make it quick and painless. She reached behind her, causing her chest to be thrust forward as she unclasped her bra and shrugged it off her. Her tits were now free, the exposed pair showing off everything she had to show - Her pink nippled, undeniably pebbled and hardened. Her smooth and creamy orbs, standing perky and tall.

Forced to lean forward, she felt her breasts sway back and forth like pendulums as she passed Martin the warm lacy bra she had been wearing until then. Having hated it ever since she put it on, she wanted nothing more but to have it back on her to keep her from being so… vulnerable under Martin's gaze. He had a way of making shivers run up her spine with a mere look of his back then, being forced to essentially strip herself topless for him was not helping the matters with those eyes of his, making her feel so small and aware of everything about her body. She kept her eyes on him the whole time, her face completely red on while she handed off her lingerie because there was nothing else she could do at that time.

She pressed her thighs together while she pulled back to sit back down again, trying to subtly quell the heat and buzz she felt between her legs. No. There was no way she was aroused by this, there was no way she was aroused by any of this because she had her pride. L-Like hell she'll allow herself to stoop so low…

"Ah… No doubt you must be pleased by these arrangements," she said, her voice tight and her smile struggling to stay on. God, she felt like such a slut as she buttoned up her blouse, trying to control her trembling as the soft material of the clothing kept rubbing up against her perky nipples. He was really taking advantage of the new arrangements between the two of them. She wondered what else he was going to do since she had just proven that, yes, she was willing to do anything to keep her secrets from being known. "Is there anything else that I should do for you, sir?"

 

[MidnightWalk]

She really was obedient to his commands. Martin hadn't been sure that she would. She was strong and competent and without the information he had, this would never be happening. He saw what may well be fear flash through her eyes, something happening in there, just before her hands moved to unfasten that bit of lace and wire. Martin sat perfectly still, as if to not spook a skittish animal, watching as she reached behind her. As the bra came away from those fleshy globes, he couldn't look away. They were magnificent, though currently a bit pinched and marred by the tight bra, causing pink creases in her pale flesh. They were still glorious, round and full and just a bit heavy. And those nipples, hard and pointed.

Martin leaned back as she handed the warm bra over, seeing those pale orbs framed by her blouse. This was a view he had to exploit every day. It might be well to modify her dress code again. But, not quite yet. Step by step. He set the bra on the corner of the desk, folded over neatly. When she began buttoning the tight blouse over her full breasts without being told to, he began to frown, and then stopped himself. A bit of independence wouldn't kill anyone. And besides, he had seen a very wonderful sight. No doubt all sorts of thoughts were flashing through her head, possibly each one weirder or more frightening than the last. Anticipation could be a powerful motivator.

Even when the blouse was buttoned it hid very little. It was obvious that she was braless under the blouse and those nipples poked through like it wasn't even there. Martin thought it might be even more enticing than the pushup and the cleavage. Even though her breasts were completely hidden, the way the pushed against the blouse, the curves and swells, hugely arousing.

"Well, I won't lie to you. I am looking forward to seeing how these new arrangements work out, Lorelei. I can think of a lot of ways this arrangement can benefit us both." Martin smiled, eyes crinkling with real pleasure. "At this moment, what I really want from you..." he leaned forward "...is the Baxter report. Go out there and send it to me so I can review it. So I can make sure your work hasn't suffered from the...shocks...of the last few days. Then we'll see what we see." His eyes flicked over her taut blouse. Then he flicked his hand at her. "So go, show me how good you still are."

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

Lorelei knew it was a gamble, buttoning up her shirt before he had given her the go ahead to have done so. It was risky and she didn't care. She had to cover herself up. She had to pretend there was some modicum of decency in her outfit left thanks to her too shirt skirt and her lack of bra now. There was only so much she could take before she did something impulsive and did something she would regret doing. The idea of leaving her- herself hanging out like that was something she could not entertain or allow. Not even in her own head and considering what was going through it right then as she waited for him to finish speaking, that was saying something.

There was a feeling of relief washing over her when Martin essentially dismissed her. Thank God. There was more of Martin's devious actions and commands to come but she had survived that first little test of his. She schooled her expression to something neutral at last, her smile pleasant and her eyes warmish as she stood up and inclined her head in respect. Even if she didn't look like the model secretary - the model decent secretary at least. - Lorelei sure as hell was going to act like it and prove her worth like she had in the past, time and again.

"Of course. I'll hate to keep you waiting for the report." She began to walk away in a brisk pace, knowing full well that her breasts were visibly moving under the blouse and her skirt showed the firm globes of her ass while she moved. "I'll get it done for you, sir."

And that she did. By the end of the day, the Baxter report was not only completed but and perfect as expected from someone of her caliber. If there was one thing she could take genuine pleasure in, it was the knowledge that she still had it even while she struggled with embarrassment and humiliation clouding her judgement as she looked over data and cross-referenced past documents and cases they had. She was a bang up secretary and assistant. She damn well knew that given her salary and the praise she had been given in the past but dammit- She wanted to be more than just that.

But look where that had gotten her. In trouble with her boss who held every little dirty secret she had over her head. Braless and looking something out of a sexploitation film. Lorelei hoped that her work would be enough to give her back her bra. There was no way she was going to leave the building without that crucial piece of her lingerie. Surely Martin wouldn't be that cruel to her.

Surely.

 

[MidnightWalk]

For a while, Martin thought that pondering Lorelei's lush body might keep him from working, but it turned out that he could compartmentalize. You didn't get to be CEO without the ability to focus, no matter what was going on. And in fact, when the Baxter report came through, it was the perfect focus for him. He read through each page, pen hovering over notepad, in case there were changes to be made. After 5 pages, he laid the pen down. Nothing was showing that needed to be altered in the least. In fact, all things considered, it might be her best work yet.

After he finished, and then skimmed it a second time, he tapped the intercom. It was 3 pm. "Lorelei, I've read the report. That's great work. No changes or alterations needed. Please print out a clean copy and come see me."

Martin leaned back in his chair, looking out the window, waiting on her. As he looked at the skyscrapers in view, he reached over, idly toying with the lace bra still sitting on his desk. The soft fabric felt nice, and he imagined it cupping Lorelei's very ample tits. It certainly had looked nice on her. But to to be fair, it looked nice off of her too.

When he heard the door open, he turned toward her, eyes going to her tightly filled blouse. Oddly, but interestingly her nipples still poked hard through the blouse. Smiling slowly, he looked at the report in her hands. Nodding. "As I said, excellent work. Now, what I need you to do is run that over to Baxter before 4." He held up a hand to forestall comment. "I know, we usually use a courier for this sort of thing, but this particular report is too important to leave to someone else. You put in all the hard work, and I want you to be the one to hand deliver it to Hiram Baxter."

Martin continued. "I decided to make it easier on you. You won't have to hail a cab, though I have no doubt you'd be able to." He eyed her outfit. "I have the company car, with driver, waiting on you downstairs right now. You have plenty of time, but you don't want to dawdle. The Baxter offices are only about 30 minutes away at this time of day, and I've given you an hour. I assume you're up to it?" He tapped at his gold watch. "Time's a-wasting."

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

She just had to test her luck hadn't she?

Lorelei wasn't an idiot. The moment Martin told her that she had to head to Baxter himself and drop off the reports in person, she knew it meant she had to do it without her bra and she had to brave the ogling all by herself. After all she was still considered under the clock and he had told her before that she could get her bra after work. She pressed her thighs together to keep the heated buzzing between them from being known.

Goddamit body.

"Of course," she said with a terse smile as she nodded and made her way back out, back straight and refusing to slump in horror or humiliation at what was in store for her. "I'll be back before the hour is up, sir. I'll make sure Mr. Baxter gets the documents."

After printing out the papers and putting them in the proper envelope with all the trimmings, Lorelei took one last deep to steel herself before she left the sanctuary of Martin's office, feeling the stares of some of the executives she had to pass by. She knew that, sooner rather than later,t he gossip was going to spread. So much for keeping her dignity intact. She knew what they were going to say. Having heard some of the things they said about the other women here in the company, Lorelei didn't need to imagine the sort of crap they were going to tell others.

She power walked out of the building after taking what was the longest walk of her life and quickly got in the cab, slamming the door behind her with more force than necessary. With her skin flushed from the walking and her chest heaving from the effort she had exerted, the blouse threatening to burst at the strain of her tits, Lorelei needed a moment to compose herself.

"O-Okay. Baxter building, please." That almost sounded like she wasn't out of breath too. Good. She fixed herself up while she leaned back and kept her poker face up despite how lewd she must have appeared to the driver's rearview mirror. Let him ogle, she told herself. His opinion didn't matter after all. Martin's did and the sooner he was pleased with her completing the task, the sooner she got to put back her bra on and go home. "I would hate to keep Mr. Baxter waiting for these reports of his."

 

[MidnightWalk]

Martin nodded his approval of her dedication and focus on her work. Lorelei was a good employee. He smiled as she stalked from the his office. Leaning back in his chair, he considered what to do with her next. This would be a good experience for her, teach her a bit of humility...or humiliation, though, honestly, she had nothing to be humiliated about with that body.

As Lorelei exited the building, drawing the stares of the various visitors and staffers loitering in the lobby, the company driver, Kevin, pulled open the door to the company town car. As he did so, he did a double take at Lorelei's stretched blouse and exposed thighs. Smiling slightly, he held the door for her, taken a bit aback as she yanked it closed behind herself.

Getting into the front of the car, he started to verify their destination, but a look at her eyes in the rear-view mirror put that thought to bed. His eyes did flick downward as he put the car in gear, but then they returned to the road, making their way through Chicago's busy streets. A fender-bender caused a slight delay, requiring a detour several blocks out of the way.

At 3:40, the car pulled up outside of the Baxter Offices. Kevin jumped out, pulling the door open for Lorelei, looking to do his job and get another eyeful of that luscious body on display. "Baxter Offices, ma'am."

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

Lorelei gave Kevin a look as she slipped out of the car and tried to make herself look decent before she forced herself into the Baxter Building. He wasn't opening the door for her out of the goodness of his heart or just because of his job. They both must have known what he was really there for and she had no interest in being his fap material later that night.

Too late of course but at least she could glare at him coldly, comforted by her higher position much as it had given her grief that day since. If he so much as breathed a word to anyone about what he'd seen-

That could wait. At that time, she had to focus on getting the reports to Mr. Baxter before past 4:00. Never once in her life was she late for any appointment or meeting she had set up or had been set up with. It wasn't going to start then. Not when she had new 'terms' to face with Martin because who knows what he would have done to her if she had arrived late on the first day of her new position between the two of them. All sorts of thoughts and ideas came to mind and they spurred her to enter the building, ignoring any looks or comments directed at her or new radical attire.

She knew people thought of her as a prude at best and frigid at worst so her braless, tight blouse and indecent skirt must have turned many a head as she entered the elevators that would sent her straight up. But not before being placed before security guards who checked her idea and patted her down in case she had anything illegal on her. That was her first flirt of public humiliation as both guards on duty then had opted to pat her down, their eager hands rubbing and kneading certain parts of her figure. Unless she wanted more people to see the spectacle, Lorelei kept her mouth shut and hurried into the elevator when one of the smug jerks finally gave her the go. (But not before implying she could come back to them for a more thorough inspection if she liked and Lorelei had to keep herself from slapping that man.)

The elevator gave her the chance to compose herself. No. She wasn't going to cry. She knew what she was getting herself into when she agreed to go back to Martin and agreed to do this, much as she had no choice in the matters. Taking deep, calm breaths she reviewed the information she had so far.

The files were in her hand, safe and sound from any crinkles or creasing, so there was that to be proud of. She had ten minutes left to meet Mr. Baxter and it meant she had enough time to send a quick text to Martin to let him know of her whereabouts - Heading to the office of Mr. Baxter now. Will inform you of. Is there anything else I should do while I'm out? - and try to make her hard nipples less obvious though to no avail. It's the effort that should count.

By the time she got to the office, her nipples were still poking through the fabric of her clothes and she tried to ignore the elephants in the room as she approached the secretary of Mr. Baxter. She never liked the man, personally, but she wanted to believe he would be professional enough to not say anything about her... state. In front of her face at least. Long as she wasn't around to hear anything lewd or degrading than she could pretend she had some shred of dignity left in regards to her position. "Good afternoon. I'm here to see Mr. Baxter. I believe I have an appointment with him."

 

[MidnightWalk]

As Lorelei approached Mr. Baxter's secretary, a severe looking woman who would not have been out of place as a librarian in the 50s, and might have been, her phone buzzed with a text message. Pick up order at VS on 54th Street. Make sure sizes are right. Two simple lines of text. The secretary looked at Lorelei as she approached, an almost sneer pulling her mouth into a thin line matching the severe lines of her gray hair pulled back in a tight bun. She looked up coolly at Lorelei as she announced her appointment.

"Yes....the...young woman...from Cruikshank and Associates." Her eyes flicked up and down Lorelei's body, seeming to linger on the very short skirt and the exceptionally tight blouse showing off her large bosom, nipples pointing through like searchlights. "We expected you 20 minutes ago...." She held up her hand. "No, it's very apparent why you're late. So long as you have the contract that Mr. Baxter has been expecting. You may go in." She leaned forward, pointing a bony finger at Lorelei. "But you keep things clean in there. We don't run an office like Cruikshank does, with the kind of girls that he hires. You will be a professional in there." Pressing a buzzer, she smiled unkindly. "Go right in."

The heavy walnut door opened into an inner office straight out of the 60s, with wooden paneling and all the accouterments only seen on TV these days. Another one of those corner offices with a magnificent view of the city, overstuffed chairs and sofas, wet bar and a huge oak desk Behind the desk sat Randolph Baxter, 65 years old if he was a day, puffing on a cigar, with a glass of brandy at his hand. He turned as Lorelei entered, looking at her though thin glasses, eyes obviously roaming at will.

"Ah, so you're Cruikshank's girl. Come in, come in. Let me see you. I've always admired that man for the womanly talent he was able to scare up. You're a healthy one, aren't you? Yes, very healthy indeed. He's a good man, with a good eye for horseflesh, as it were." He smiled at Lorelei. "Ethel out there is getting long in the tooth...what is Cruikshank paying you? I'll match it, plus 10 grand." He winked. "And I won't make you wear underwear, either. Have a seat." Baxter gestured to a chair. "And we'll discuss the details."

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

Promising herself payback, one form or another, against that uppity prune who looked like she would even know a thing about compliments if it came and chewed that drumpy ass of hers, Lorelei simply gave her most gracious and humbled smile before sailing past the woman like she wasn't even there. All she had to do was focus on the job that day or so she hoped. Come in, give the package, flatter the man, and get out of there to focus on the next job she had 54th Street.

Only to be quickly met with the reality when she entered the rooms. It was soon clear to Lorelei that Mr. Baxter would not be willing to look over her state of dress for her sake. If anything he was going to highlight every single bit of her wanton state with how his eyes roved all over her exposed form and made comment after comment about her appearance. Horseflesh? Really? God she really was nothing but a piece of meat when in that state of terrible (un)dress.

It took everything in her power to suck air through her clenched teeth as she kept her smile on her flushed face.

"I'm Mr. Cruikshank's personal secretary, yes," she said, putting no emphasis in any of her words but the resolve in her eyes, the straightness of her spine made it very clear who she worked for: Mr. Cruikshank. She held up her reason for being there: The blasted reports she managed to keep nice and clean throughout the whole trip. "I'm only here to discuss business with you, Mr. Baxter."

She walked forward and was very conscious of how… enthusiastic her breasts were since her bra was gone. Though she kept her eyes straight ahead, she made a conscious effort to keep them still by pressing the folder of reports up against her breasts to keep them still somehow.

 

[MidnightWalk]

Baxter looked at her with some surprise, then his eyes narrowed. "Oh ho, so you and Cruikshank, eh?" His eyes dipped to her chest, propped up by the folder she held under it. He raised a hand. "No no...don't bother to deny it. I wouldn't believe you anyway. The good girls always know how to play it innocent anyway." He sighed, eyes lingering on Lorelei's very ample bosom. "Oh well, I guess it would be bad to poach from a friend's playground. Guess I'll have to find my own replacement for that old prune." Baxter leaned forward, looking at her over his glasses. "Got any friends that need a high paying job? Or a sister?" The leer was obvious.

Seeing that Lorelei wasn't going to rise to the bait, he held out his hand. "Well, let's see this report that Cruikshank put together for me." Taking it from her, he pulled out the nicely collated document, starting to sort through it, skimming it. After a half hour of scanning the pages, Baxter looked up. "Looks fine by me. Of course, I'll have to have our lawyers look it over tomorrow. But you got it here on time and it looks good...like yourself."

He pushed his chair back. "Can I interest you in a drink?" He smiled. "Or do you need a car or taxi to get you back? I can have my man take you. Hell, I can go back with you and thank Cruikshank in person. Give you and me some time together." Baxter smiled broadly this time, fingers on one hand twitching as if they were squeezing something pliable. "It's no problem, it's nearly quitting time for me, too." He puffed on cigar, ogling her.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

After what felt like an eternity as he scanned the reports, hearing his approval was a relief to her and she allowed herself to breathe again. (With some restraint of course. All that time she had been aware of her tits more than ever, feeling like one wrong inhale could cause the buttons to snap and reveal herself to the man in front of her. It was degrading to be in that state as it was and she had little interest to give him any more fodder for that night. Hence her silence when he started to make those lewd comments and questions at her.

Because while yes she had a sister, pretty and healthy as her too, Lorelei had no interest in having her sister Suzie getting pawed by the man.)

She was about to thank him and be on her way when he started asking her if they could spend some 'alone time' with one another, drinks and all. She was of course going to turn him down, perhaps a bit snobbishly too since her standards for the men she dated were rather high thanks to a combination of her looks and career and the salary she made, but then Baxter just had to thrown in the added angle of him seeing Cruikshank himself.

That was a golden chance she knew couldn't pass up for the company's future down the line. Even if it was his quitting time and he was dropping by so he could ogle at her some more and perhaps even feel her up, having the man himself going to their company to see their boss would make quite a statement. Lorelei had to consider her options.

On one hand all she had to do was confirm his approval of the report, graciously say no, and get the hell out of there. Nothing was loss but nothing would be gained too.

On the other hand, arriving back to the office with the package at hand and with one of their clients themselves wishing to thank Martin for the work would look good for her. She, no doubt, would have to endure that man's attentions in the car, and then some since she would be defenceless during the trip, but the pros for her professional career were enough to outweigh her personal pride and dignity.

Fuck.

"... I have an errand to do before I head back to the office but-" Oh she was going to hate herself for what she was going to do but she had to prove herself to Martin. Above and beyond and all that. "-I'll just need to speak with Mr. Cruikshank about this arrangement but I'm sure he'll be delighted to meet you in person so he can learn from you, firsthand, about your pleasure with the work given to you. And since you're one of our clients, I'm sure Mr. Cruikshank would have no... trouble with me seeing to you."

"May I just have a minute to call him first? To confirm he'll be available to see you and I'll be around to tend to your needs?"

 

[MidnightWalk]

Baxter leaned back in his chair, waving one liver-spotted hand at her, smiling indulgently. "By all means, you go right ahead. I'm interested to hear what Cruikshank has to say about my proposition." He watched Lorelei, eyes lingering on her strained blouse and the protruding nipples therein.

****

On the other end of the phone, one of the other office assistants fielded Lorelei's call, and transferred her to Mr. Cruikshank.

"Hello? Oh, hello Lorelei...You got there in time? Good good.... He looked it over and it was fine?....Right, I know the lawyers will have to review it, but you did well getting it there in time.... What's that? He wants to what?.... Oh that horny old bastard."

Cruikshank chuckled as she relayed Baxter's 'offer'. "I ought to let him, just t see what happens.... But...no. Not this time. Listen, you tell him that I have things for you to do and that you have a driver waiting for you. I need you back ASAP and I'll buy him lunch tomorrow to thank him. And, if this goes well, there will be plenty more opportunities for you to bring him our contracts and documents. I expect you'll be making a lot more of our personal deliveries in the future. Anyway, you tell him that, make your politest apologies, bearing in mind that he's one of our best customers, and get your pretty ass on with your errand and get back here. Clear?" Without waiting for a reply, Cruikshank broke the connection.

****

Baxter puffed on his cigar, watching Lorelei's conversation with her boss. His eyes roamed between her face and her chest. He swung his chair back and forth in small arcs, almost like an eager child. As Lorelei lowered her cell phone, he smiled. "Let me guess, it's bad news. Bad for me, anyway."

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

Definitely bad news for you, you horny old bastard.

Lorelei was glad that she and Martin had the same assessment for Baxter and, for once, Lorelei was glad Martin was quite possessive of her. It had led her in that situation, sure, and probably into even worse ones judging by what he had told her in their conversation but it also prevented her from getting into something worse immediately. She kept her polite smile on her face as she ended the call on her end and slipped it back in her purse, counting to five so she kept it together.

She missed the days she could have flipped it shut, giving her a satisfying impact to sooth her frayed nerves at the idea of doing more personal deliveries looking like a pornstar version of a secretary, but she took it all in stride.

At the very least, she told herself, she could get away from the pervert and stay unmolested for another day.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Baxter. Much as we're both impressed by the offer - I have several tasks I still need to complete before heading back to the office for Mr. Cruikshank." She did her best to look apologetic and, to butter him up, tugged her blouse down in an 'embarrassed' fashion. It caused the neckline to dip a bit too much and it made her breasts more visible as they were, the light pink of her hard nipples now visible to his greedy gaze. A little glimpse of what he won't be getting anytime soon but a glimpse all the same. "He'll be more than happy to see you at lunch tomorrow, however, and, again, my deepest apologies and please know that... that I... I will be more than happy to see you again if this current case of ours goes well. Someone needs to make sure the future contracts and documents are in safe hands after all.

"I do need to get going now. A personal assistant's work is never done, Mr. Baxter. Do have a good day."

With that, she fixed herself and waited until she was demised from the presence of a no doubt disappointed Mr. Baxter. The moment she left her office, Lorelei walked/jogged out of there because the faster she got back to the safety of the company car, the further she'll be from the gossiping women and the ogling men as they watched her breasts jiggle and sway from her hurry out of the building.

"Kevin," she replied tersely as she slipped into the car, remembering her manners this time to let him open the door for her. Should he take too long so he can stare at her form, Lorelei would be merciful and 'allow' him the privilege of looking at her body ad she sinked into the comfortable leather seats and pulled out her phone to make sure the order was right. … Sigh. It was and she had a very good idea of what awaited her there. She moaned, pressing her thighs together in frustration as she gestured at Kevin to start the car and get driving, ASAP. "Take me to 54th Street, Victoria Secret's. Please do hurry, dear. We're burning daylight."

 

[MidnightWalk]

As Lorelei made her apologies, Baxter's expression fell, but only for a moment. As she adjusted her blouse he got a good look at one of her aureola and nipples, effectively sticking out in the cleavage. It actually caused him to stutter his goodbyes and he wondered if she'd done that on purpose, and if so, was it on her own initiative or on Cruikshank's instructions. He wouldn't put it past the man to offer him a condolence. But if she had done it...that was one hot tomato, with even hotter cantaloupes. He watched her go with some regret. "Well, I hate to see you go so quickly, but that Cruikshank is a hard taskmaster. I can only guess what he's got you running around town doing like this. But I have to say that I'm glad that he sent you to deliver this report. That Kevin kid is a good guy, but he's certainly not you. You keep my job offer in mind, in case Cruikshank gets out of hand." He chuckled, it being obvious what he wanted to take in hand.

In the outer office, Ethel watched the tightly dressed young woman going past, her large tits bounding in the deeply unbuttoned top. Did she just see a nipple? The pruny expression got more sour and she determined not to allow her into Mr. Baxter's office again without being more professionally garbed.

Eyes followed her down the hall, down the elevator and out through the lobby as she hurried her way out. Eyes followed the bouncing bosom barely contained by her blouse.

Outside, Kevin stood near the car. When he saw Lorelei moving toward him at speed, he quickly opened the car's rear door for her. That didn't stop him from ogling her luscious body, however. He got a good look as she climbed into the vehicle and he closed the door carefully. Moving around to the driver side, he got it, starting to turn around and ask the destination, only to have Lorelei look up and give him the destination...and in a tone much nicer than earlier, even calling him 'dear'. "Yes ma'am," he replied, pulling out of the space smoothly and merging into traffic. "This time of day it'll be about 15 minutes, but I'll get you there as quickly as I can." Images of what she might be after at Victoria's Secret raced through his brain, but he pushed them aside. He was just a driver and if he wanted to be anything else in the company, he'd better do a damned good job as driver...and that meant not being distracted by a nice big rack or theoretical lingerie.

Thirteen minutes later, Kevin pulled to the curb. Checking the mirrors, he leapt out and ran around to open the sidewalk-side door. "Here we are, ma'am." Offering her his hand, Kevin helped her out of the car, not so coincidentally getting a very good look at a pair of thighs and a pair of unrestrained tits. "I'll wait out here. Should I keep the car running?"

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

At least Kevin was trying to be a gentleman while also helping himself to the view. The man had his ethics in order, she told herself dryly as she, nonetheless, took the offered hand so she could get out of the car faster. They were there in record time and even she had to admit that was impressive.

Maybe she'll be generous during promotion time for him after all.

… If he managed to keep himself from being so obvious in ogling at her form, of course.

"Please do keep the car running. We won't be here for long." Not if she could help it. There was no way she was going to spend a lot of time in Victoria's Secrets in her state. Not when it had cameras and other people outside of her usual circle of clients and employees and such. One snap of a camera and an upload in a jerk-off site and her reputation is ruined for good. (Even if the shop in question it offered her a chance to wear something to support her breasts again. The poor things were then beginning to ache at how much jiggling and jumping they were doing, restrained in the blouse or not.)

"I'll be out in a bit, at least within half an hour, but I'll text you if I need more time." She held up her phone for emphasise as she took back her hand, nodding tt the direction of the idling car. "Go take a break, Kevin."

With that she entered the shop and ah, Victoria's Secret decor hasn't changed one bit since she had bought her first 'racy' bra from the chain when in her late teens. Since then she had moved on to La Senza brand - much cheaper and more support for a woman of her adequate breasts. - but she had a sneaking suspicion about what she was here for. She hoped she was wrong because... well...

If she wasn't wrong and instead was right then she'll know in a bit.

"Hello." She offered her warmest 'business smile' to the cashier at the front desk as she approached, pretending it was every day that she walked around in her outfit with her breasts jiggling under her too tight blouse. "I'm here to see and retrieve a package that had been arranged by my employer, Mr. Martin Cruikshank."

 

[MidnightWalk]

Kevin responded with a 'Yes ma'am", though he still quickly preceded her to the door of the store, opening it for Lorelei and holding it for her. He then retreated to the car to wait.

Inside the store, the rail-thin clerk at the register looked up, smiling, as Lorelei approached her. "Good afternoon miss, how may I help you." At Lorelei's identification she nodded, smile still on her face. "Of course, the Cruikshank order." Her eyes flicked over Lorelei's body, noting the lack of bra. Reaching down, she pulled up two large shopping bags, placing them on the counter. "This is the order, all paid for."

She (her name tag read Marie) hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Does Mr. Cruikshank know the measurements of the intended recipient? I mean, men order all sorts of things without really knowing what they're doing, don't they? Nothing worse than the wrong size clothing. Of course, everything is returnable, with the receipt. Which is in this bag." She patted the leftmost bag.

Marie hesitated, still smiling. "If the person they were intended for were here...she would be welcome to try things on, to be sure. No worries there. Like I said, everything's already paid for." Her blue eyes sparkled.