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[understated]

When you answer the ad for a receptionist at the Leerin Brothers Investment Group, the address you go to is a dummy. There is nothing there but a small reception area where a pretty girl sits at a desk and accepts resumes. The room is well decorated, and the cameras are well hidden, allowing Marcus and Thom Leerin to get a good look at anyone who comes in.

The only questions you are asked at the initial interview have to do with your availability and your adaptability. "

"The Leerin Brothers are very successful, and their employees make extremely good money," the receptionist tells you, "but it is not like anywhere else you've worked. You will have to do as you're told, no matter what. If you don't belong to them, body, mind and spirit, you won't make it."

 

[Tosha_the_Kinky]

Brushing my blonde hair behind my ear, I look across the deck at her, crossing my legs. The room is almost empty, and I can quickly tell this isn't where the real work happens....what kind of work is it? The add was very generic, not listing specific tasks other than saying a receptionist was needed.

"If you don't belong to them, body, mind and spirit, you won't make it." The receptionist says this casually, like she doesn't think of this as a big deal. Body and spirit? The company sounded like a weird one to Tosha, but....well, she really needed a job, and this was her first interview in almost a month.

She resisted the urge to play with her hair; it was something she often did when she was nervous. But, she was doing her best to not show how nervous she was: she'd dressed like a very professional woman, not someone who had only worked as a server before. Her black skirt was very professional looking (although she didn't realize it was tighter than usually accepted, her lack of panties showing through), and her white blouse was just as professional (and just as tight). The six-inch strappy heels she wore were the most professional shoes she owned, and she'd spent over an hour perfecting her makeup and hair this morning. She wasn't going to clue the woman in on how inexperienced she was by playing with her hair now.

"Miss, I'm a very hard worker, and I'm willing to work any number of hours, and I'm very bubbly and enthusiastic. Essentially, I will give the Leerin Brothers the kind of employee they want, and I will be happy to do so. I'm excited about this company, and excited to find out more about what my job will involve." She was smiling sweetly, hoping she didn't look nervous as she looked across at the woman who was her own age, or maybe a year or two older. She was definitely expecting someone older--she'd just graduated high school last Spring, and was expecting an interview with an older man when she showed up here.

"And, I'm also a very fast learner, and able to think on my feet. I believe I have a whole lot to bring to this position," she said, her finger absently moving up and twirling her hair for a moment before she lowered it again.

 

[understated]

Marcus preferred to stretch out on the couch when he wasn't with a client. He was almost forty, and he and his brother Thom had made several fortunes for themselves. Marcus was just a little over six feet tall, with sharp features and he kept his head shaved smooth except for a neat black goatee. He stayed lean by working out in the firm's private gym, and had dressed for work in an exquisitely tailored grey silk suit, with a white shirt and a green tie.

He slipped his shoes off and put his feet up and told his girl he was in a meeting, if anyone less important than a senator called. She was a good girl, very obedient, and she knew her way around the company. Unfortunately, she was engaged to one of Marcus's clients, which meant he was going to need someone else to handle the more unorthodox requirements of the job.

That was why the 72" TV on the wall opposite the window was tuned to receive the signals from the cameras at the fake personnel office. When he saw the blonde, he lowered the report he had been reading. He switched cameras to the one that gave a view of her back as she spoke to the girl at reception. He had an eye for these things, and he was sure she wasn't wearing panties. The heels she was wearing gave her legs the perfect tone and shape, and he zoomed in a little closer on her ass.

He grinned and switched the angle to the front. She had a great rack, and she wouldn't have worn a top like that if she didn't know it. She had a pretty face, with the kind of big eyes and full lips that made him sit up and pay attention, even though he wasn't in the room with her. There was no sound to accompany the picture. The things he wanted to know about the girls he hired were told in body language and appearance. Hearing what they said would be a distraction, if not an outright irritation.

It was when she reached up and began to twirl her hair that he stood up. She was going to be an absolute pleasure to work with, he was sure. He slipped his feet into his shoes and went to the desk. He pushed a button on his phone and simply said, "Blue."

The receptionist had been chatting with Tosha, telling her about the kind of work the company did without giving away any specifics when his voice came through on her headset. Just the one word, but she knew what it meant, and gave the new girl a knowing smile.

She took a business card with the company's logo printed on it from her desk drawer, and turned it over. She took a blue marker from the jar on the table, and wrote "Marcus," on the card before she handed it to the girl.

"Across the street, number 4268. Take the elevator to the 36th floor and give this to the receptionist."

 

[Tosha_the_Kinky]

Surprised at this sudden response, Tosha stood up. She walked over and took the card timidly, then smiled at the receptionist. "Thank you," she said, before turning and walking across the room toward the door, her ass swaying seductively and her heels clicking across the floor.

She quickly rushed across the street, not bothering to find a crosswalk, and looked at the building numbers, walking down them until she found the right one. Looking up at the towering skyscraper, she felt her heart skip a beat.

Did she have the job? Or was this just a second interview?

After a moment's hesitation, she said, "Only one way to find out."

Walking in, she looked around until she found the elevator, and took it up to the correct floor. Then, she walked into an office space that could only be described as "posh": wide flatscreens in the lobby, leather couches with places to sit drinks beside them, the tile and the counters all made of marble. She walked over to the front desk, handing the card across.

"Hi, umm . .. . I'm here to see this gentleman," she said, her heart racing.

 

[understated]

The girl at the desk smiled when she saw Tosha, and took the card from her with a grin. She pushed a button and spoke into her headset, saying someone was here about the job. She listened for an answer, and then turned back to her computer for just a moment, typing something.

"You can go right in," she said, looking up at Tosha for just a moment, and gesturing to the corridor behind her that led back to the firm's offices. "First door on your right."

Marcus sat at his desk, reading the report he had been looking at earlier. He had straightened his tie and cleared everything off his desk except for a contract and a pen. He had opened the cabinet to reveal the full bar, and switched the television to a baseball game and turned the sound off. He checked himself out in the mirror over the bar, straightened his tie and made sure that he looked the part. He buttoned his jacket when he sat down, wanting there to be no doubt that everything about him was completely serious.

He glanced up when the door opened. The girl was even prettier in person, and he pointed to the floor in front of his desk and let his eyes drop back to the paper. It was tedious, but important for him to know. Later, he would mark it for his brother to look over, but the staff issue was more pressing.

"I'm Marcus Leerin," he said, fixing a paperclip to the spot where he had stopped reading and put the folder in a drawer. Only then did he look at the girl more closely, his eyes exploring her body with no particular interest in how she felt about his examination.

"My brother and I built this company from nothing to the multi billion dollar concern that it is now. I am the public face of the company, and I find myself in need of a personal assistant." As he finished his speech, he twirled his finger in the air, directing her to turn around.

"The person who gets the job will become a part of our little family, and provided she is willing to do what is demanded of her, she will be a valued and important member. Sonia and Theresa, the two girls you met on your way in, are both in their twenties, neither has been to college, and are both making somewhere in the low six figures, without bonuses."

"Look at me," he said. For the first time he met her eye. "If you don't think you can do what I require of you, just say goodbye and go." He waited a few ticks of the clock, and when she had not left, the left side of his mouth turned up in a suggestion of a smirk.

"So. Who are you, and why should I hire you?"

 

[Tosha_the_Kinky]

Tosha walked into the office, her heels clicking against the marble floor, as she saw the highly professional-looking man seated behind a large desk. Nervously, she clasped her hands behind her back, making sure not to twirl her hair like she'd been doing earlier.

His eyes scanned her body, and she hoped her clothing was as professional-looking as he expected. Her heart jumped a bit as he gestured for her to turn around....apparently he wasn't fully convinced by the front of her outfit. She'd have to make sure she communicated how professional she was capable of being...otherwise, she might end up with another shitty job making nine dollars an hour.

"So who are you, and why should we hire you?" he said.

Swallowing, Tosha clasped her hands together tighter, not noticing how this thrust her breasts out more prominently. "Well, sir, I'm an incredibly hard worker, and I'm willing to do whatever work needs to be done. If it requires long hours, that's what I'll put in. If it requires relocation, I can move. And, even though I haven't been to college--and I plan on going eventually--I do know a lot about computers, data entry, and organization. So, I bet I could do an amazing job at being your personal assistant.

"As far as who I am, well...my name's Tosha Barnes, and I'm eighteen. In high school, I was on the gymnastics and cheerleading teams, and I have a good GPA as well."

Not sure how to conclude, Tosha shifted her weight a little--emphasizing the curves of her body without thinking about it--and looked into Marcus's eyes, her arms still behind her back (not realizing how submissive this made her look), as she waited to see what Marcus said next, her heart beating hard as she absently ran her tongue across her lips.

 

[understated]

He listened to her, but more than listening, he watched her. He watched the way she pushed her breasts out and shifted to call attention to her rounded hips. She was beautiful, yes, but beautiful girls looking for work were a dime a dozen. She had another quality that mattered more to him, and he felt himself getting hard just watching her. She was flaunting her sexuality without even really knowing she was doing it. She was a natural slut, just waiting for someone to show her.

"Stand where you are," he said, and slid the contract to the edge of his desk, facing her. It was very long and very dry reading, and most of it really said nothing at all. "Read that, but don't pick it up, and don't move your feet."

It would force her to lean forward just to reach the desk. He slid his chair back and stood up, making no effort at all to hide the bulge in his pants. He unbuttoned his jacket and slipped it off, walking around the desk, keeping his eye on the girl.

"Feel free to read that contract, if you wish," he said. "It's actually incredibly dull reading. Essentially what it does is offer you a great deal more money than a girl in your position could expect to make in ordinary circumstances, in return for accepting our somewhat unorthodox working environment and accepting that you will belong to me in every way for as long as your employment continues."

As he spoke, he walked to the front of the office. He locked the door, and opened a small closet. He hung his jacket on a hanger, and took out a soft leather flogger, a slender bamboo cane and a long, vicious whip. He took a coil of soft rope and a handful of clamps and carried it all over to the desk. He set them all out, one by one, on the desk in front of her.

He walked behind her again.

"Pull up your skirt," he said, "and tell me, how much did you have in mind for a starting salary?"

 

[Tosha_the_Kinky]

Tosha was highly confused by his request to read the contract without stepping forward, or without picking the contract up. However, not thinking about why he might ask her to do this, she bent down, putting her palms against the desk. From where he stood, he could see quite a bit of the tops of her perky breasts as she stood there, her eyes on the contract, trying to make any sense of its legal jargon.

"It's actually incredibly dull reading. Essentially what it does is offer you a great deal more money than a girl in your position could expect to make in ordinary circumstances, in return for accepting our somewhat unorthodox working environment and accepting that you will belong to me in every way for as long as your employment continues."

As he spoke, she skipped forward through the document, looking for anything that made sense or seemed important. He was right; it all seemed to be written to be as boring as possible. (In her skimming, she missed the most relevant parts of the document:
1. the fact that the employer can modify the document at any time without consent from the employee;
2. the fact that the employee does NOT have the right to quit unless dismissed by the employer, and that several years of jail time could be the result of quitting without permission;
3. the fact that the employee waives overtime pay, and agrees that minimum wage laws won't apply to this job.
Without noticing these facts, Tosha didn't realize she would essentially be signing herself into slavery to the corporation.)

As Marcus walked back over to the desk, Tosha signed and dated the final page of the document, lying the pen down upon it. Still bent over, she watched as he put down a flogger, whip, a series of clamps, and various other items with clearly sexual intent. Suddenly, a bright red blush rose in her cheeks as she looked at the items.

He walked around behind her again and said "Pull up your skirt." This made her heart beat even faster as she wondered what he had in mind. But, knowing she needed this job, she reached back and slid her tight skirt over her curvy ass, the tiny g-string she was wearing doing nothing to conceal her tight and perfect ass.

With her palms still on the table, Tosha stood with her ass exposed, frightened to see what was in store for her.

 

[understated]

Marcus grinned as he stood behind her, looking down at the round swell of her ass and the flimsy g string that stretched between her cheeks and barely covered her mound. Her body stiffened nervously as she leaned back over the desk, and he felt himself getting hard as he felt her fear. He loosened his tie, and waited until she turned her head to look back at him.

He smiled at her, and then put his hand on one of her beautifully rounded cheeks.

"You have a beautiful ass," he said. "Do you know that? Your boyfriend must have a hard time keeping his hands off of it." He took his hand off, but only to bring it back for a hard smack. Her flesh leapt and shook and her body rocked forward. He dug his fingers into the soft meat and squeezed hard.

"I hope you're not bothered by a little pain," he said. His voice was even and calm, almost conversational, but he brought his hand back to give her another hard spank. "It turns out, this is a highly stressful business, and one of the things that makes it easier to deal with is having a perfect, round ass to blow off a little steam on. That won't be a problem will it?"

He chuckled and pressed himself against her, letting his stiff cock press against her mound through his perfectly tailored suit, as he leaned over her to take the contract from the desk. He straightened up, but kept himself pressed against her as he looked at her signature.

"Good," he said, his hips slowly circling, grinding his cock against her pussy. "Business before pleasure. That way you can focus on enjoying yourself without worrying about any pesky details. Now, I want you to run this down to the records room and give it to the clerk, Timmy or Jimmy or whatever his name is. He's a very tense guy, so you're going to let him whip you."

He stepped back, giving her ass a last, hard smack, and then went back to sit behind his desk. He took out the report he had been reading and forced himself to concentrate on it. A moment later, he glanced up at the girl.

"Go!" he snapped.

 

[Tosha_the_Kinky]

Bent over and feeling his second slap, Tosha felt stinging pain run through her body. She hadn't been spanked since she was a little girl, and it was more than a little embarrassing to be so exposed in front of a man she'd just met.

"It turns out, this is a highly stressful business, and one of the things that makes it easier to deal with is having a perfect, round ass to blow off a little steam on. That won't be a problem will it?"

Blushing deeply, Tosha knew there was only one answer that would get her this job....a job she needed if she wanted to make her next rent payment...a job she needed if she wasn't going to go hungry next week....

"No, sir, not a problem," she nervously spoke.

With a final slap, he walked back around his desk. She stood there, afraid to move, until he finally said, "Go!"

Tosha was blushing madly, her cheeks almost as red as...well, her OTHER cheeks. Adjusting her skirt, she picked up the contract and walked out of the room, her ass swaying seductively still--although she was stunned at the moment, she couldn't help but radiate sexuality, and draw stares from the men in nearby offices and cubicles as she made her way to the elevator.

Climbing into the cramped elevator, she found herself surrounded by older men in suits almost as nice as Marcus's. Several of them openly inspected her body as the elevator doors closed, not even trying to hide this inspection as Tosha stood there nervously, clutching the contract with both her hands and holding it to her stomach.

As the elevator pulled to a stop, one of the men patted her butt gently, letting his hand rest on it for a moment. "Ladies first," he said as the doors slid open. Blushing even more, Tosha stuttered, "Thank you" and walked out of the elevator and down the hall.

Walking into Jimmy's office, she stepped up to her desk and laid the contract on it. "Hi," she said, her voice still showing how nervous this whole morning had made her. "Marcus s-said I should bring this d-down to you?" she said. Her face went even redder; although he was much closer to her own age than Marcus, Jimmy wasn't the least bit attractive. Overweight and wearing a dress shirt that was too tight, along with glasses and messy hair, he looked like the stereotypical nerd she would've avoided in college.

As Jimmy reached across and took the contract, Tosha's voice cracked slightly as she said, "And he told me I should let you whip me, too." Brushing some hair behind her ear, Tosha was frightened to see what the rest of the day had in store for her.