How a slut climbs the corporate ladder

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OOC: This story is gonna be a new one for me. The female is the lead of the story and I'm going to play the men that she goes through to get to the very top :) She first starts working as the front desk clerk to a big investment corporation, she isn't too satisfied with her job, but continues her daily work until one day while she is out drinking with her best friend she listens as her friend tells her that there is a way to quickly climb the corporate ladder. And, though the woman once was shy, her ambition takes over and becomes the persona of the title to the thread :) The thread will start with her as a front desk clerk on floor 1 of a 50 story building :p Probably will skip a few flights everytime...haha.

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IC: Marimack Investments was surely one of the top investment companies of the world. Not only had they grown to tremendous proportions in the United States, but they had also gone multi-national and now five years later since doing so they were one of the, if not the top investment company in the world. A group of friends had created the company fifthteen years ago from nothing, and it had gone from a small town company to a multi-billion dollar a year company. Jonathan Drake, Scott Thompson, and Jordan Withers were the three men who had been in more magazines, TV exclusives, and such than any other combined.

Located in the heart of New York City was the headquarters for Marimack Investments. The building had become a landmark as much as it was a place of business as many who visited NYC came to see the place where the three early thirties single billionaires worked. The place was always busy as people came in and out of the building in a hurry as the people that made Marimack what it was were among the hardest workers out there. As one entered the building and went through a security checkpoint, they would come upon the large central desk where the front desk clerks were busy at work taking calls, sorting mail, and greeting people who came to the building for many various reasons.

And this was where the star of the story worked, always busy, so busy that there was never too much time to talk with coworkers and tiring, so much so that by the end of the day she was totally burned out. But, at least it paid well, although at times it felt as though she was being paid too little for the amount of stress she had. There was alot demanded from these workers because one screw up could result in a series of screw ups that could stretch far up the corporate ladder and cause a great financial loss. However, she knew something had to change, and although she had never thought about it before what she had heard her friend say that weekend over drinks put a new idea into her head. She had never been a slut, in fact she had slept with only a very few men before, but now, to make her life and future better, she knew she had to become a corporate slut.
 
Name: Kylie Johnson
Height: 5'5
Hair: honey blonde and curly, hangs to just below her shoulders when loose
Eyes: jade green and very expressive
Body: fit hourglass figured with firm D cup breasts, a flat stomach, gently curving hips, a well toned heart shaped ass, and well shaped legs that seem to go on forever when she wears her heels to make herself look taller.

She'd been with Marimak Investments for nearly two years now and it seemed like there was just no way to get ahead. The pay was good and so were the benefits but the stress was aweful and the smallest of screwups on her end could grow to avalanche proportions higher up the ladder. In two years she'd only goofed once and had caught it before it was more than a glitch on her computer screen. She'd thought that busting her butt and doing her job well would earn her better pay and a promotion but this place had so many people working for it that it seemed like the only way to get noticed was to screw up.

And that wasn't the attention she wanted.

Without realizing she was doing it she bit her lower lip and worried it gently while staring at her computer screen. She only glanced up to greet visitors to the building and send them in the right direction. Lately Sarah's suggestion about sleeping her way up the ladder was starting to sound better and better. She'd never been aggressive in pursuing sex - especially at work! - but she had a high running libido and she knew she had a good body. She'd noticed more than one of the upper managers letting his eyes run over her when they came into work in the morning.

She'd have to start smaller than that of course. She had to get away from the front desk if she wanted to go anywhere in the building. Perhaps one of the managers in another department would be a good place to start. A shift sideways to place her closer toward the ladder she really wanted to climb and then slowly working her way up.

A small laugh parted her lips as her thoughts ran in circles and earned her a few odd looks from the other girls behind the desk but she just shrugged and smiled brightly to the customer coming through the door. Her decision was made.

"Good morning Mr. Cameron. Why don't you head up and I'll ring Mr. Drake's secretary to let him know you've arrived."

"Thanks Kylie," the older gentleman smiled warmly to her as he always did when he came to Mr. Drake. "You're a gem."

"You're sweet Mr. Cameron, head on up and they'll be ready for you when you get there."

She watched the older man with a warm smile. He reminded her of her grandpa and was always nice to all the girls at the desk unlike some of the other clients who came in. Pushing that thought away she dialed Janet's extension to let her know Mr. Cameron was on his way up.

With her decision made the rest of the day ran smoothly for Kylie and she left with a smile on her face. She was going shopping that night for a few new suits for work and tomorrow she'd implement the first phase of the vague plan forming in her mind.
 
Kylie had made her first good move, or maybe it was just a day when Mr. Cameron really needed an acknowledgement from a kind pretty young lady. For during his meeting with Drake, besides from their usual discussions which were about more money than most would ever see or think about in their lifetimes, Mr. Cameron also brought up the young ladies name. Mr. Drake respected Mr. Cameron quite a lot, the man had done the same as he had but had began working in a time when things were young.

Telling his good friend he would make a few calls Mr. Drake gave a note to his secretary to see about Kylie getting promoted. Granted he wasn't going to give her anything too grand, but better than where she was now for she had done him a great service. Mr. Drake told his secretary to call Mr. Jennings, head of mail services, who was in charge of hundreds of employees who distributed mail throughout the floors. It was much less stress, but it was the same amount of pay, however mostly best of all she was in line for mail delivery that would get her to move about floor three as the previous deliverer who delivered very personal and private mail to the heads of the floor had just retired at age 71. What a shocker the men of that floor would be in for with Kylie, that was if she got the job.

Tomorrow Mr. Jennings was going to meet with her, so it was especially good she had planned on going shopping that night for new attire to wear the next day. Tomorrow would be the beginning of her corporate climb. A few hours later Mr. Cameron stopped at the front desk and called Kylie over, no one told her to get back to work cause they all knew who Mr. Cameron was. Calling her in close he leaned over the desk and whispered, "I told Mr. Drake how much of an asset to the company you were, I think you should expect a visit tomorrow for a promotion." Looking around he turned his cheek and pointed to it for her to plant a kiss before he would leave her to return to her work.
 
"I told Mr. Drake how much of an asset to the company you were, I think you should expect a visit tomorrow for a promotion."

Mr. Cameron's words ran through her head most of the night while she was shopping. It had taken all of her control not hug the older gentleman but when he pointed to his cheek she'd happily leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to it without so much as a second's hesitation.

"Mr. Cameron you are the sweetest man alive," she'd told him before adding. "Thank you so much! If you have any problems with the girl they get to replace me, you let me know and I'll set her straight for you! And don't forget to come say hello to me wherever they decide to put me. I'd miss my favorite client if he forgot me."

The older man had left with a grin and Kylie had felt like she was flying the rest of the day. Now that she was shopping she had to think not just of what would work on her own floor but possibly the best suit to wear for an interview. She chose several that night and smiled at her purchases, she'd gotten knew bras, panties, stocking, and garters to go with the suits as well shoes as well. It was going to make a dent in her savings when the credit card bill came in but if things worked the way she planned than that wouldn't be an issue for long.

That night she slept more peacefully than she had in a long time.

***

Getting dressed the next morning she chose one of her new suits. It was a gentle green that almost exactly matched her eyes and made them seem even more vibrant than usual. On the hanger it looked like any other conservative business suit but when she put it on the look changed entirely. The cut was designed to hug and accentuate her curves and the skirt was shorter than your average business skirt. When she sat it would just barely hide the tops of her garters and reveal a long expanse of her well toned legs.

The jacket was a dream as far as she was concerned. It clung to the full curve of her breasts and created a sharp V, once it was buttoned, that revealed an enticing furrow of cleavage. Normally a chemise or blouse would have gone under it to cover that revealed cleavage but nothing but her bra was going to fit under there.

The new undergarments as well as the suit seemed to give her more confidence. They were lacey and the same green as the suit itself. The bra was a demi bra that barely covered her nipples and the panties were the sort of thing that barely covered her pussy and nothing else. Clipping her stockings into place with the garter belt she'd bought to match the undergarments - she'd wanted everything coordinated when she bought it so that she'd show to her best advantage when the suits were removed - she smiled and slipped her feet into the new heels she'd bought.

Even the shoes were a departure from how she normally appeared at work. The heels were roughly 4 inch spikes that made the best advantage of her legs while still being walkable.

She left her hair down to float around her in honey-gold curles that she knew framed her face well and left her apartment with only the lightest brush of lipstick to give her lips color. Walking to work her smile only brightened as men's heads turned to watch her pass them, the look in their eyes only confirming that she was doind the best she could to get ahead in her company.

At work the reaction to her transformation was even more startling. The women openly - and a bit hostiely- stared while the mens eyes widened and more than one hand seemed to tighten on their briefcases as if they worried they'd drop them. Settling into her chair behind the desk she smiled brightly to every client that came in and worked with quiet efficiency while she waited for Mr. Cameron's prediction to come true and for someone to come speak with her from a floor or two above.
 
It was about mid-morning, actually closer to noon when a man, who didn't appear to be comfortable in a suit, approached the center desk and asked for Ms. Johnson. When he was pointed in the right direction his eyes quickly widened as he saw who he would be dealing with, how brief it might be considering that he doubted she would stay in one place for long. The man was a tall and skinny fellow, looked like it wouldn't hurt if he either shrunk in size or gained some weight. His tie was sloppy, he obviously did it himself and in a hurry and he wore no ring.

Other than that the man didn't appear too different from normal, he obviously cared about his work more than his appearance and his sloppy medium-length brown hair. He was just an average Joe, not handsome, but not ugly. Smiling he interupted Kylie from what she was doing. "Ms. Johnson, I am to inform you that you have been promoted to mail delivery. Yes, I know the title doesn't sound all grand, but it is much less stressful than working here," he said trying to make her smile, "If you would follow me please."

Leading her past a few people and down the hall he entered a room that said, of course, 'Mail Delivery'. As they both entered some heads turned to look and most of the time those same heads turned to look again. There were whispers already, not loud ones that anyone could hear other than who was talking and the person being talked to, but the gossiping was obvious. For the next hour the lengthy skinny man showed her about, all the ins and outs of the job before finally giving her her first assignment. Handing her a card to access the third level on the employee elevator, he showed her the cart full of mail and then showed her on her way, giving her specific directions so only a complete fool could get lost.

Floor three had a series of offices and usually the assistants to the boss's boss worked here. They were pretty high up on the corporate food chain for having an office so close to ground floor, but no one seemed to really question it. These offices were mostly for domestic transactions and clients. As the bell rung in the elevator for the third floor a few left as well as Kylie. Down the hall and the first door on her right was her first stop and a folder in her pack read: 'Jonathan Campbell' She was suppose to deliver that one first, those were her instructions.

Within office one of the third floor Jonathan Campbell sat at his desk looking over transaction notes and such knowing that another deadline wasn't too far off. He always kept the blinds to his office closed and his secretary knew to always allow mail immediately in, he did not like inefficiency. He was a hard ass really, but because he was so good at his job and smart beyond his years he never got spoken to about it. He was a shorter man at 5'7" and had been quite skinny all of his life. It was his metabolism, despite being thirty-three now he never seemed to be able to gain weight.

He was handsome as well, although if someone saw him on the street they would have thought he was no older than twenty, which is why he has seemed to remain single yet. With his short dark brown hair and dark blue eyes many of the women also find it irresitable to stop staring into his eyes.
 
"Ms. Johnson, I am to inform you that you have been promoted to mail delivery. Yes, I know the title doesn't sound all grand, but it is much less stressful than working here,"

Kylie smiled to the young man that had come to get her though probably not for the reasons he though. She'd thought about taking a sideways step before stepping up and now, thanks to Mr. Cameron, that's just what she was doing. And she couldn't think of a better side step than mail delivery! It would give her access to the offices upstairs, and thus the managers in them. She couldn't have asked for better.

Passing through the mail delivery doors she had to hide a smile as heads turned and then turned back again. She could hear whispering following her and despite not being able to hear the actual words she could guess pretty well what the general topic of conversation was.

She was happy to take her new key card and be on her way once she'd recieved her instructions. Mail was an easy job and one she knew she could do well, though she did suddenly wish she were wearing different shoes. Riding the elevator she stepped off at the third floor and glanced both ways before pushing her mail cart out into the hallway.

At her first stop the secretary just waved her through and so she grabbed the package, and a few letters, labeled for Joseph Campbell and after knocking once she stepped into his office with a warm smile and a sweet voice, "Delivery Mr. Campbell, where would you like me to put it?"

She was startled by how young he looked even though she knew his appearance was decieving. Even down at the front desk they'd heard of him. She knew his reputation as a hardass but also knew he always got the job done and that he was well respected within the company hierarchy. He was handsome, though a little skinnier than her usual tastes, and he had beautiful eyes. She knew women who would kill for those eyes. With barely a second thought he was instantly at the top of her "to do" list.
 
Mr. Campbell was not only surprised, but he nearly dropped his work and felt himself becoming instantly aroused by the sight before him. To go from having an old woman to having a stunning beauty such as this was more than he could really ask for. He knew there was a new delivery woman, but someone was definately smiling down on him. Lost for words for a moment he tried to act as professional as one could. He wasn't one to break rules or get close to sexual harrassment at all, so he definately played it cool.

"Umm...,, you can just set it on my desk," he said and then pretended to look like he was getting back to work and ignoring her, though she caught him looking at times and knew he definately wasn't working. He was fidgeting, that was such an obvious sign, and gave Kylie clues as to how her appearance was effecting him. Thoughts flooded his mind and at times he nearly said fuck it and did just what he wanted.

She was practically undressing herself for him with how she was looking at him and what she was wearing. But, he was a small fish, surely she wouldn't toss anything at him for him to bite. At least, that was what he thought.
 
"Umm...,, you can just set it on my desk,"

Kylie offered him a warm smile and sauntered to his desk. She liked that he was fidgeting and seemed nervous and it was obvious to her when he kept glancing up at the furrow of cleveage revealed by her jacket. Leaning over his desk in a smooth motion that was deliberatly slow and nearly bent her double over the edge she placed his mail dleivery right in front of him.

"As you wish Mr. Campbell. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

It was an innocent but loaded question and she knew it. She didn't know if he'd take the bait right away but she knew he'd thin about it when he went home and wonder if she'd meant what he thought she meant. She knew that one little question would haunt him all day and she liked that idea. Yes in the grander scheme of things he was a little fish but one used the small fished to reach the bigger fish.
 
"Uh...umm...uh..," Jonathan rambled on as Kylie leaned over his desk revealing a great amount of cleavage if not a nearly full view of her breasts. It was when she asked if there was anything more that she could do for him that Jonathan's head really began to spin and he moved closer to the desk to hide his quickly increasing erection. Shaking his head no, or at least trying to as he didn't know if it was actually working, he finally got some words out.

"Uhhh....ummm... No, I...I do believe that will be all," he said as he nervously tried to grab his coffee which tipped and spilled all over, much of it landing on his lap. Quickly standing up he forgot about his erection as he was being burned. "Damnit!" He cussed as well, but mostly just yelled in pain as he tried to move the fabric from his legs. Patting it with a towel he cussed again as he realized he just ruined the pants.

Sitting down again he was pissed and waved her off, "That will be all, you can go," he said although the situation he was in was a great opportunity for Kylie to make a very good impression using his unfortunate situation for her benefit.
 
Kylie had to fight the urge to laugh when he spilled his coffee in his lap. Why hadn't she ever realized before that she could have such a disturbing effect on the men around her!

"That will be all, you can go,"

Thinking fast Kylie grabbed the towel from his hand and turned to a water pitcher she'd noticed on the table. Getting the end wet she kept her voice low and soothing as she knelt down beside him and began to gently dab at his pants with it, "You're doing that wrong Mr. Campbell. If you get the towel wet it'll help pull the coffee from from the material and your dry cleaner should be able to get the rest out. That way your pants won't be ruined. Of course I wouldn't leave your desk until the material dries either unless you want to be making a lot of explanations."

She finished his pants and smiled up at him before rising. She felt his obvious erection while she'd been cleaning the stain from his slacks and had deliberatly slid the back of her hand against it more than once. When he looked down at his slack she had sure enough gotten the worst of the coffee out as well as making his erection even more uncomfrotable. Offering him a smile she folded the towel on the table before turning to go.

"Have a lovely day Mr. Campbell, I'm sure you'll get used to seeing me around."
 
As Kylie quickly took control of the situation Jonathan only resisted lightly, and very briefly. Watching her as she patted his pants he could only find himself looking down her shirt and at those lucious breasts. His erection grew as a result and although embarrassed she was being very comforting and in fact, he thought that was actually interested in touching as the back of her hand slid across it.

"Than...Thank you, you too," he was barely able to say as Kylie left. Trying to get back to work was quite difficult as the whole affair was fresh in his mind, in fact he really wished she hadn't gone and he had more guts to do what he wanted. The whole affair was clear and would remain clear the entire day and night and it surely did. But, as for Kylie she still had some running around and deliveries to do, her next stop being Patricia Harding, one of the newest but brightest members of the third floor.

She was much less of a hardass and much more of the kind of person who would get in trouble, but trouble outside of work. Very much of a party girl weekends were her playground at the clubs, she was definately not a one man, or one woman kind of girl. A medium-length haired brunette with dark brown eyes she wasn't the most beautiful girl, but her body was worth every bit of energy put into scoring. She had the ass most girls would die for and guys would die for to get. Skirts were her weapon and bait, and her legs were the deathblow.
 
Still smiling to herself and knowing that Mr. Campbell would spend the rest of the day, and the night too most likely, thinking about her she hummed to herself as she read the next name on her list. Patricia Harding. Hmmmm, that wasn't a name she knew so this one must be relatively new. Working the front desk you learned all the names or you went nuts. To have been put immediatly onto the third floor the woman must have some serious brain power or connections going for her.

Kylie made a mental note to stay on the woman's good side.

Again she was waved into the office by the secretary and knocked twice before entering. She was a little cooler her than she had been in Campbell's office but still open and friendly.

"Good morning Ms. Harding. I'm the new delivery girl, if you'll just let me know where you like your mail I'll get out of your hair," she said with a bright, cheery smile.
 
Immediately as Kylie entered she found Patricia leaned over her desk, with her ass facing her, reaching for something she just could not quite grab. Her thong was nearly invisible as it rode up her ass allowing a perfect view for Kylie. "Huh?" She said as she looked back to see a beautiful face standing there with mail for her. Smiling one would have thought that she actually shook her ass for alittle enticement before pulling herself off the desk and turning around.

"Oh a new mailgirl, and much younger than the last old bag," she said with a big smile. Walking closer she smiled and reached out to take the mail making sure to touch her hand, and it seemed to be more than a friendly touch. Licking her lips she smiled, took the mail, and then turned walking away and shaking her ass.

"That will be all, you can go now," she said with a smirk that no one could see. And, that was all the mail, well the private mail for the day, now besides for just a bunch of simple work she was actually done for the day. Tomorrow would bring much more interesting events she was sure, and she hoped would bring her another step up the ladder.
 
Kylie blinked as she watched Patricia. She couldn't quite get a read on her and couldn't decide if the woman was actually mildly hitting on her or just had very different personal boundaries that was normal within the company. She was dismissed quickly however so she figured that whichever way it went it wasn't really too big an issue.

"That will be all, you can go now,"

Kylie smiled once more in a friendly way and left quietly. The rest of the days deliveries were mostly turned over to secretaries or went to lower lever functionaries. There was no one else of import on the floor for her to deliver too and she finished her rounds in record time. Noticing that she still had an hour before it was time to clock out she headed back down to the mail room to see what else she could do to help out.

She might have decided to use her body to work her way up but she wasn't fool enough to think that sex would be the only thing to get her where she wanted to be. She had to show the higher ups that she knew how to work as well as using her body as incentive to the mangement she wanted to promote her.
 
Everyone, especially the head of the mail service, took quite a liking to Kylie and her work ethic. She was a hard worker, never letting her work fall behind and always staying on the job, never goofing around. However, many guys approached her during the day in the mailroom, which was a problem, and caused Mr. Johnson, the tall and lengthy man, to come over and talk to her from time to time.

He was obviously not happy that she was causing a slowdown, even if it wasn't her fault whatsoever. However, this may just be what she needed as well to be promoted more quickly. But, what was most startling of all was when Mr. Johnson patted her on the ass when he had called her off to a secluded area to talk to her. He didn't just pat it, but obviously touched it in a sexual fashion despite being able to deny it as the area was close and he had never been in trouble before.

Actually, Kylie would soon realize she had three players, and the third being Mr. Johnson as he was the one that had the power to push for her promotion and no one else. "You are doing very well for your first day, but I think that you are causing a slowdown in work due to your beauty. But, I'm sure a promotion is not too far off for you," he said with a wink, he had really passed the bordered of sexual harrassment and took a great risk in what he had said.
 
"You are doing very well for your first day, but I think that you are causing a slowdown in work due to your beauty. But, I'm sure a promotion is not too far off for you,"

Kylie was startled by his boldness in placing his hand on her ass as well as by his comment. She hadn't realized initially that Mr. Johnson was in a position to be of any use to her but in her short time on the floor she'd quickly learned that he was in charge and it was through him that all promotions - and demotions - went for approval. She hadn't initially planned on sleeping with him but if it put his signature on a promotion she'd do it.

Smiling warmly she looked up at him through her thick eyelashes and bit her lower lip gently in a way meant to draw his gaze and make the full structure a soft red.

"I'm sorry to have caused a problem on my first day Mr. Johnson, is there anything I can do to make up for it?"

Another innocent question asked with very un-innocent intent. She wondered if he would react as nervously as Mr. Campbel had.
 
Kylie definately knew how to draw his eyes to wherever she wanted him to look and Johnson noticed that she was not playing totally innocent. She wasn't the first employee he had exploited, that was for sure, but she never had to know that really. When she finally asked if she could do anything to make it all up to him a fire lit in his eyes and he looked around quickly before telling her to follow him, because he had to 'show her' something.

Closing the door behind them as he entered a private room Johnson still acted professional as possible before finally getting to the point. "You are a very good worker Kylie and I am sure you would do anything to make right, that is why you will get promoted so quickly from one position to the other. I do believe there is something you can do for me though," he said as he unzipped his fly, shifted his boxers to the side, and allowed his limp dick to come through the open fly and dangle upon his pants.

He figured she knew what to do as he looked at her, standing there with his hands at his sides. Though limp he was a decent size, though skinny and tall, to have such a piece was truly a marvel, which Kylie could see in the dimly lit room they were in.
 
Kylie saw the look in his eyes and she had no doubt about what it was he had to show her. She followed him quietly and without protest when he led her to a quiet room where they weren't likely to be disturbed. She even leaned back against the door with a small smile once he'd closed it behind them.

"You are a very good worker Kylie and I am sure you would do anything to make right, that is why you will get promoted so quickly from one position to the other. I do believe there is something you can do for me though,"

If she hadn't already suspected what was coming his words would have been clue enough before he unzipped his pants and pushed them out of the way to reveal his cock. Even limp it was impressive and she had to admit she never would have expected it from him.

Without a word she pushed away from the door and stepped closer to him until she was barely an inch away from his body. With a small smile on her lips she sank to her knees before him and gently took his cock in her right hand. She stroked the shaft in steady even strokes while her head tipped forward so her tongue could dart out around the head, teasing him to make him harden for her.
 
Mr. Johnson looked down initially as she had taken his limp cock in her hand, but as she began to rub him and lick the head he looked up to the ceiling and past her in a great feeling of bliss. Slowly his length grew to a good eight inches of thick meat for her to enjoy. Placing his hand up the back of her head he drew her closer, the time for rubbing was over, what he wanted to cool the throbbing heat was her wet mouth to submerge his cock.

Johnson simply moaned because of the woman who was attending to him, she was definately more beautiful than any other woman he had been with before. He did not force her upon his cock anymore, but instead let her take him and do with him as she so wished. "Suck my dick good bitch and that promotion will come to you in no time," he said as he then stopped speaking to moan lightly as she had hit a good spot.

Although he would have liked it to go on forever he made the point that she would have to finish him off quickly, anyone could walk in on them at anytime, and that definately would not be good.
 
Kylie let herself be drawn closer and smiled slightly as his cock grew under her hands and lips. It was quite the rush to be doing this where they could easily be caught! She noted where she was each time he moaned and remembered to return to those spots often as her took him deeper into her mouth with each light bob of her head. She knew she had to be quick becuase they could be caught but she also wanted him to enjoy what she was doing.

She probably drew things out longer then she should have but she kept the pressure of her mouth around his cock constant and when at last he did come she swallowed quickly and gently licked him clean afterward. When she was done she gently tucked him back into his pants and refastened them before standing to smile at him sweetly.
 
As Johnson finally came he felt his legs grow very weak as he filled Kylie's mouth with this seed. Nearly losing it and falling to the ground in surprise he was stopped as she stood and he tucked himself back in his pants. Watching her lick her lips clean Johnson smiled and nodded, "No only are you a good work, but one heck of a cock sucker too. Damn!"

Opening the door to the room he looked back after making sure it was clear, "You may go home early, and expect that promotion soon." As he left leaving her alone Kylie had her first real corporate slut experience, a promotion was near, now she only had to get a place to be promoted to. She had two possibilities, Patricia or Mr. Campbell.

Tomorrow was another day, and another day in which she promised herself to get a promotion.
 
"No only are you a good work, but one heck of a cock sucker too. Damn!"

Kylie simply grinned at that and licked her lips again. What exactly did one say to that anyway? Thank you would sound trict and perhaps a bit sarcastic which would spoil the leeway she'd just made. Instead she simply smiled and kept her thoughts to herself.

"You may go home early, and expect that promotion soon."

She was surprised at that and did thank him this time for letting her leave early. After clocking out she headed home and changed her clothes. She need to go for a walk and think about the day. She was surprised that she didn't feel guilty about what she'd done but instead she felt oddly empowered. Oh she knew that any feminist on the street would lecture her to death (or worse) if she mentioned what she had deliberatly done but she didn't care and she honestly didn't feel guilty.

In bed that night she slept peacefully and with a smile curving her lips.

***

The next morning she dressed with as much care as the dar before but this time the suit was black and had fitted slacks that clung to the curve of her ass and the long line of her legs. The heels were a bit lower and more comfortable for the walked she would need to do but the jacket was just as low cut and revealed just as much cleavage as the one before. She left her hair in a riot of curls falling around her face to reduce the severity of the black suit and the chain she wore around her neck had a pendant on it that on closer inspection was actually a linked pair of miniature handcuffs.
 
As she entered the office that morning things were just like every other day, people were in a hurry and the same guys seemed to look at her like they did every day. But, unlike before now she headed directly to the mail delivery area and already done for her was the sorting so that she could take up the mail immediately. Mr. Campbell and Patricia needed mail immediately delivered it to them again, showing just how important those two were.

Making the trek to the third floor again Patricia was passing by the elevator and turned to see and smile Kylie as she appeared. However, the woman appeared to be very busy and before anything could be said she was gone, already in her office and closing the door. Mr. Campbell however, unlike normal, had his door opened and the blinds actually in the opened position so that one could see inside.

He appeared to be busy as well, typing something on the computer with his eyes fixed intently on the screen. One thing that Kylie noticed is that he had no coffee today, probably the best since she would be making a visit.
 
Kylie smiled slightly at the sight of Mr. Campbell's office. With the door and blinds open there could be no question of him having done anything wrong like there could have been before. She wondered if that was why there were suddenly opened and could tell that his secretary was confused by the sudden change though she didn't really seem to care either. She simply waved Kylie forward and went back to her phone conversation.

"Good morning Mr. Campbell. I'll just leave these for you and be on my way. You look busy this morning."

Offering him a bright grin she sauntered to his desk and gently placed the packages and letters for him on it. She didn't lean quite so far over as yesterday but she noticed how his eyes still grew larger and tried to move over her without her noticing.

"If you need anything else Mr. Campbell just call down and have Mr. Johnson send me up. I'll be happy to take care of it for you."

With a smile and a wink she left his office and headed down the hall toward Patricia's office.
 
With the knock on her door Patricia yelled, quite loudly actually, that whoever it was could enter. With her legs crossed behind the desk she gave the person entering full attention, even more attention when she saw that it was Kylie. With a big smile she allowed Kylie to come in, "Well, good morning Kylie, come in and have a seat, I have something to speak with you about." Suddenly the phone rang and Patricia held up a finger and then answered the phone.

Talking with whoever it was Kylie noticed that Patricia never really took her eyes off of her. Tracing her hand only the low cut brim of her shirt she continued until finally she was done with the phonecall and hung up the phone. Taking the letter from Kylie that was being delivered she opened it and then watched Kylie for a moment before speak.

"Tell me, where are you originally from? And where did you go to college?" Getting up she crumbled up some paper and threw it away but missed. Walking over she bent over to pick it up, like yesterday giving Kylie a perfect view of her ass and smooth skin. Finally, getting up she turned and instead of walking back to her chair she walked around the desk and behind Kylie placing her hands on the woman's shoulders. Kylie could definately tell something was up, and unlike Mr. Campbell she was the one playing the sexual games.
 
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