The Obedient Secretary (Closed for Sexymistress)

[Rocket1010]

Bradley Connors
Owner: Connors International
Age: 38
Height: 6'-2"
Weight: 195#
Dark hair and an athletic build

Bradley sat in his large over sized leather chair staring out the 35th floor window to the city. A city that was coming alive for another day as the sun began to peak over the horizon. He always arrived early, enjoying the peace and solitude when none of his 250 employees were in the office.

Brad came up through the ranks of the overseas trading company and when the company CEO suddenly died of a massive heart attack, he successfully wrestled the reins from other inside competitors. Within a few short years he grew the company one-hundred fold and gaining a firm grip on the control of the company. When they expanded Bradley changed the name of the company to reflect his own name on the letterhead.

Turning from the rising sun in the east, he looked at his desk calendar seeing that he had more interviews for an open executive secretary position. There were some in the company that thought they should have a shot at replacing Jeanette, his long time private secretary, but he knew they would not fit the bill.

He was sorry to see Jeanette leave but when her husband was transferred across country, he tried his best to convince her to stay. But her husband was adamant about taking the new job and there was not much she could do but follow her husband. Bradley continued to try and convince her to stay but to no avail and now he sat remembering their last late night.

To say she was going to be missed was an understatement. Jeanette wore the sexiest outfit to work that last day and they spent most of the day behind closed doors. The office staff thought they she was reporting on all the things she was doing but little did they know they were having a wild sexual send-off. He smiled as he recalled giving her a good spanking for leaving him, listening to her moan in pleasure with each swat. Later he made her crawl across the floor to him, opening his trousers and pulling out his hard cock. His cock jerked at the memory of her sucking his shaft until he came hard and strong in her mouth. Brad sighed thinking of the day filled with sexual adventures and when he fucked her against the glass window overlooking the city, she cried out so loud he thought the whole building heard her.

Brad had interviewed 10 women for the position so far and while most of the them were highly qualified, he saw something lacking in them. He was looking for that special quality and he would know when he found that special person and so far he had not.

He turned to his desk and began working and soon lost track of time. When the knock on the door came, he looked at his watch to see that his first interview of the day should be ready.

"Mr. Connors your 9:00 am interview is in the conference room."

"Thank you Ms. Jennings. I will be right there."

Bradley opened the file and looked at the photo of the woman he was about to interview. He had required all candidates to supply a photo and now he stared for a moment at the long red hair cascading over her shoulders. He had to admit he liked red-heads and to him that was a plus. The law put into effect long ago did not allow him to ask personal questions like age, etc. Judging from her demur smile he guessed she was about 20 to 21 years old.

Brad studied her resume for a minute, familiarizing himself with her background. He liked what he saw from the photo but photos could be deceiving. It was better to see them in person to judge if they fit his needs. Closing the file he checked himself in the mirror of his private bathroom, smiling at the reflection staring back at him.

He adjusted his red tie against the baby blue shirt and then pulled the soft grey suit coat off the hanger. Looking at his reflection once again, he was satisfied that he was ready for the interview.

Walking to the conference room, he greeted his staff on the way. Opening the door he saw a young lady sitting on the leather cushioned chair. When she picked her head up to see him entering, he instantly felt a strong liking for this woman.

He smiled at her and extended his hand to her. "Good morning Ms. Hightower. I'm Bradley Connors and I am very pleased to meet you."

 

[sexymistress]

Name: Callie Hightower
Age: 20
Hair: Red, chest length, naturally wavy
Eyes: Blue, long lashes
Height/Weight: 5'7, 130 pounds
Bust: 36C
Body Type: Slim, athletic
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: Small scar on her right hip, no tattoos, ears pierced.
Occupation: Secretary, amateur model
Relations: Parents deceased (2 years ago), older brother is in the military
Sexual Experience: Not a virgin, expert at oral, never attempted anal.
Other: She is a submissive girl when it comes to sex, but her fight response kicks in before her pleasure one, causing her to fight first. Some say that she is a pain slut, but she has never tired anything but a big of spanking before.

---x---

Hands were clasped tightly in her lap as she chewed on her bottom lip. She couldn't be late, if she missed this interview because of the doctor she was not going to be happy. Running a hand through her long red hair, she sat in the hospital gown until the woman walked into the room. "Well, here are you pills Ms. Hightower. I hope they do their magic for your headaches again. Don't get too stressed out dear, you're still young. Now, get yourself dressed and take a few deep breaths. You know the routine. I want to see you again when the pills are done to see if the headaches are gone or worse. Now go on. " the older woman said, patting Callie on the knee kindly before leaving the room.

Callie slowly pushed herself off the table and changed out of the paper gown. Sliding a pair of sheer nylons onto her legs she carefully stepped into the black skirt she had chosen to wear. It was a tighter and slightly less conservative look then she had wanted, but she felt like a skirt was the way to go for the interview and she didn't have the money for a new one right now. As she slide on the white blouse, she pulled her hair into a braid and checked her appearance in the mirror. Once she was satisfied, Callie pulled on a pair of black heels, walking out of the clinic with her purse in the crook of her arm.

It wasn't a far taxi ride to the office building, but she had a hell of a time in the cab. People could be very rude and especially when she was in a hurry. Approaching the building, Callie stopped to look in awe at the grander of it all. She never expected to be working in this kind of place. Using the window to apply a bit more pink lip stick onto her full lips, she walked into the building and climbed the stairs to the proper floor. After a quick talk with the woman at the front desk, she walked down the hall and into once of the rooms at the end.

Setting her purse down on the floor, she sat down, crossing one leg over the other. She was starving and her head was already pounding. She would have to stop and try to get some lunch after this, she didn't want to get sick again. Blue eyes flickered around the room until the door opened. Standing up at the noise, she smoothed a hand down the black skirt before walking over to the man, taking his hand into her own. "Pleasure to is all mine Mr. Connors. May I say that this is a beautiful room. I love the use of old world mixed with new world. "

When he had sat down, she followed suit, hands sliding down across her ample bottom to make sure that the skirt lay flat against the chair. Shifting her position to cross one leg over the other again, she took the folder out of her purse, unaware that there was enough cleavage in the shirt that upon leaning over, those in front of her would be able to glimpse the white lace bra that covered her supple chest. Sitting back up, she held the folder out to him with smile, "My resume and references that you asked for sir. I also have a couple of reports that I filed from my last job that were given the highest of praise. "

 

[Rocket1010]

Bradley smiled as Callie took a seat. In an instant he took in the short tight black skirt and white blouse that hinted a delicious body hidden underneath. He caught a glimpse of her white lace bra as she bent forward to retrieve something from her purse. Whether by accident or on purpose, she had revealed a small piece of her body to him and he found himself staring at her breasts.

"Thank you Ms. Hightower for the compliment on the room. Though I can't take credit for it. I have interior decorators and they are given free reign to a point."

As he glanced around the room, he remembered having sex with Jeanette after a board meeting. She had teased him during the meeting and then afterwards he bent her over the table and took her from behind. His brief daydream was interrupted when Callie handed him her resume. As he took the papers from her hand, he wondered if this was the right woman for the job.

He read through the papers and then looked at the young woman who was staring at him. "Very good information Ms. Hightower. You appear to be very well qualified for a secretarial position but this position will require more than just typing skills."

He waited for a moment seeing her nod her head before he continued. "The position that is open is for my personal executive secretary. I am a very demanding person and like to have things done a certain way. The person I'm looking for has to be resilient, keep my schedule updated, be willing to work long hours and be willing to travel on a moments notice. This corporation is very large and sometimes I need to take our private jet to places and I expect my secretary to go with me."

He paused for a moment and then said, "I also offer some ...... let's say fringe benefits for being loyal and willing to work such a hectic schedule. Is this position something you would be interested in pursuing Ms. Hightower?"

 

[sexymistress]

She hadn't meant to wear such an outfit, but she didn't have the time or the money to go out and buy a new wardrobe for this meeting. The best she could hope for was that the employer would look back the looks of the clothing and focus on the materials she presented to him and the merit of her work. Pulling the single braid over one shoulder, she looked at the man with a small smile on her face.

"Well, be sure to give them a generous tip sir. It looks beautiful in here, really amazing."

Callie had never been in a place like this before, never once had she experienced this kind of room. It was beautiful, elegant and spacious. Imagine the kind of meetings that went on in here? All the important people that would pass through those doors.

Sitting back in the leather chair as he looked through the papers, she nodded her head, "I completely understand sir, but I didn't just type the reports that you are looking at. I wrote them. By that I mean, I researched the topics and did all the background work for it myself. "

As he spoke once again and Callie gave a nod of her head, "I am very flexible when it comes to working all hours and travelling. I'm dedicated to my work and my boss in whatever ways that they need me. "she said honestly and gave a small smile, "I love flying so travelling on the plane isn't a problem. I'll keep a bag packed for any emergency phone calls that I might get from you, on weekends, holidays and my days off--should I get or take any sir. "

Tilting her head slightly she listened to the words. He must be talking about getting her dinner on late work nights, maybe better health care coverage. "Yes sir, that is something that I would be interested in doing. I can start whenever you like, right now if you wished. " She needed to get a new and better paying job before she end of the month or she risked loosing her apartment on top of everything else.

 

[Rocket1010]

It was very evident to Bradley that Callie had never been in a situation like this one. Her blue eyes darted about the room as if to take everything in all at once. He could tell she was not polished like some of the other candidates but then they were all stuffy and snooty. He was looking for someone fresh and raw, someone who he could teach what was needed to be done in the business world. But also someone who would serve him as a sensual partner.

As she spoke, trying to convince him that she could do all that was required of her, he stared at her crystal blue eyes that seemed to sparkle. They told him of her excitement about the opportunity to work for his company.

Laws prevented him from asking questions about age, race, personal preferences and boyfriends. He already knew she was not married or engaged by the absence of a ring on her left hand. And her answer to travel seemed to indicate that there was not a boyfriend issue. As she talked about working long hours and even on weekends and holidays, he could tell she was nervous and trying her best to give all the right answers.

"Ms. Hightower. Your work appears to be very good and in fine order. I believe your writing skills are exceptional and we can teach you how we want to do things around here."

She was anxious and he smiled when she stated she could start right now. He looked at her white blouse wondering what her breasts looked like without the thin covering. He thought to himself, "If only you knew what you would be really doing for me, you might not be so anxious to get started." But he did not mention the sexual nature of her job description. No that would come later.

There was something in her demeanor that intrigued him. She seemed very eager to please him now but would she be so willing to please him when she was his secretary? That was a chance he would have to take. But his gut instinct told him the search was over and he found his replacement for Jeanette.

"Ms. Hightower I know you are nervous and it is a bit daunting for most people to come in here. But you have done very well and I would like to offer you the position. You can start on Monday so you can get your other affairs in order. By the way there is one question I do have. "Will your family be ok with you leaving suddenly when we have to go out of town?"

Bradley didn't know if she lived alone, with her parents, or maybe with a boyfriend. The question was really meant to find out more without asking directly. Because if she worked for him it was not all work and there would be plenty of play time and he didn't want some jealous boyfriend come looking for her when she was preoccupied pleasuring him.

 

[sexymistress]

The other offices that she had worked in were not even close to this one. They had been mainly small places that she felt bored working for. However, they had all paid well until they went belly up. Now, her roommate was getting pissed with trying to pay the full rent every month. Unlike a lot of girls her age, she had hands on experience, but she still had a ton to learn. She needed something new and exciting or else she was going to have to look for a completely different profession. Which is something that she didn't want to do at this point in her life.

The idea of travelling sounded completely amazing. She had always wanted to see the country and the world if he did a lot of international work. It would make her life so much richer and make her feel like she was more involved in everything that was happening around her. The nerves in her body were completely on edge, trying to keep her from messing up and wrecking whatever chance she had at getting this job. Slowly, she ran a hand over her skirt time and again to try and calm herself down with the repetitive pattern.

"I love learning new things, I'm a fast learner as well. My previous job told me that I soaked up information like a sponge. Thank you sir, I will do everything exactly like you want. "

Though Callie shifted uncomfortably on the chair, she didn't know exactly why. Something had made a shiver go up her spine and she didn't understand if she should like it or not. Looking at him, Callie waited patiently for his answer on when he would like her to begin, or if even now was a good time. Honestly, she needed the money as soon as possible.

She had always been the kind of person that sought to please others and let them walk all over her. She didn't like to have people angry or upset with her, so she forced herself to relax, take a deep breath, and just allow other's to control a lot of her life. It didn't bother her, she just called it loyalty and adaptiveness.

"It is just--I've never worked for an organization this large. Most of the places I was employed were very small and folded within a couple of months. Thank you so much sir! I will be here bright and early Monday morning. Is there anything that you want me to bring with me? Coffee, tea, donuts? "

Ponder the question about her family, she shook her head quickly, "Oh no! My older brother is over-seas at the moment and won't be back for about 18 months. I live with a roommate and she is gone a lot of time. So long as I cover my half of the rent then she doesn't care what I do or when I'm gone for the most part."

 

[Rocket1010]

Bradley chuckled when she said, "It is just--I've never worked for an organization this large. Most of the places I was employed were very small and folded within a couple of months. Thank you so much sir! I will be here bright and early Monday morning. Is there anything that you want me to bring with me? Coffee, tea, donuts? "

"Oh there are some things that you can bring with you Callie," he thought to himself as he envisioned them in sexual positions. But now was not the time to bring that up. No that would be come up soon enough and it wondered how she would react to his sexual advances.

He looked into her crystal blue eyes and responded to her with a small laugh. "No Ms. Hightower there is nothing you need to bring especially coffee, tea, or donuts. We have all those items here. You only have to bring yourself and your brains on Monday."

Bradley pushed a button on the intercom sitting on the table. "Ms. Jennings would you come in here please."

The door opened almost immediately. "Yes Mr. Connors?"

"Ms. Jennings. Ms. Hightower will be starting on Monday. Would you please show her the desk outside my office where she will be working. Also go over the medical and dental plans as well as her payroll."

Bradley turned his attention back to the red haired woman. He wondered for a moment if she was the right one for him but dispelled his negative thoughts. He looked again at the cleavage staring at him and smiled knowing that soon he would see more than just the outline of her breasts.

"Ms. Jennings will see to your needs and if you have any questions at all, she can answer them for you. I will see you on Monday morning."

Bradley got up and left the two women together as he strolled out of the conference room, his mind already filled with thoughts of them together, locked in a sensual embrace.

 

[sexymistress]

Nodding her head readily, Callie folded her hands back into her lap once again. "Yes sir, of course. I'll be sure to be here promptly. If you need anything else before Monday you have my contact information and I have no plans at all so I can be here to organize anything for you during the weekend as well."

Standing up as Ms. Jennings entered the room, she picked up her bag and slide it into the crook of her arm before fixing her skirt once again. Looking at her boss, she nodded her head, "Of course, thank you sir." Smiling as he left the room, she walked through the office building with Ms. Jennings, trying to get used to the office building and where everything was. Stopping finally at her desk, she nodded her head and walked with the older woman out of the office and to the elevator before heading home.

--x--

Monday morning had her up before dawn and getting ready. She had never been so nervous for a job before. Taking a long shower, she was sure she had washed her hair almost three times before she finally stepped out to an angry looking room mate.

"You're a bitch. Do you have any idea what time I got home at and how early it is? Shut the hell up."

Callie apologized over and over again before putting on coffee for herself and pulling her red hair into a loose bun and getting dressed in a pair of good fitting dress pants, a cream tank top and a grey blazer. To add a little bit of her youth into the outfit, the blazer had a lace back, exposing the cream colour of the top underneath it. Sliding into her black heels, she drank her coffee rapidly before grabbing a banana and eating it on her walk to the bus.

Getting there late enough to not look like she was over-achieving but early enough to make a good impression, Callie climbed the stairs to the office instead of the elevator. Walking into the office, she went over to her desk and sat down, turning the computer on and carefully setting up the profile that she had been shown to do the day before with Ms. Jennings.

"Yes!"

Once she was logged in, she started copying some of the work the last woman had left, editing and reworking it.

 

[Rocket1010]

Bradley went about business as usual over the next few days, often thinking about Callie, the cute red head he hired to replace Jeanette. He wondered if she would work out and if she were the "right" person to take over for Jeanette's duties. He did not go into any great detail with he new hire, preferring to wait until he got to know her a bit before he sprang his sexual wishes on her.

On Monday morning he was in his office as usual, watching the city come alive from his large expanse of windows. He heard someone rustling outside his door earlier than usual and he smiled. He knew it was Callie getting to work early, wanting to impress her new boss. He leaned back in his leather chair and closed his eyes, thinking about his new private secretary. He chuckled at the thought. "She doesn't suspect how private it will become."

Bradley gave her a few minutes to get situated and then pressed the button on the intercom. Callie would you please come in here?"

When the door opened Bradley saw the stunning red head dressed in a pair of tight fitting dress pants that showed off her firm thighs. His eyes moved rapidly up to view the cream tank top and a grey blazer. She reminded him of a young co-ed as she walked to his desk.

"Callie I want to go over a few things with you before we jump into the rat race they call business. I have a cell phone for you that I expect you to keep with you at all times when you are not in the office. It is yours to use as you wish but you need to be available when I call."

Bradley handed her the phone and then continued. "And I have a rule here for my private secretary and that is you are to wear skirts to work. I know I didn't go over this with you when we talked last week." He looked at her blue eyes watching him and felt a shiver of lust go through him.

She didn't say a word and then he continued. "You are probably struggling since the economy took a dive so I'm going to give you my company credit card to buy some clothes that you think would be fitting for the job. I want you to look .... 'how should I say this' ..... like a very successful woman. Take all the time you want today and buy what you think I would like. If you have any questions on that matter you can ask Ms. Jennings. She has a good handle on my taste in woman's clothes. And by the way money is no object for my private secretary."

He smiled at her, waiting for her to answer, as she soaked it all in. He chuckled as a scene from the movie Pretty Woman where the young woman went shopping for new clothes.

 

[sexymistress]

Jumping at the noise that came through the machine, she looked at it before getting up. Making sure that she was presentable, she knocked on the door quietly before entering the room, holding onto a few files, holding them to her chest. "Yes sir?"

Shifting from foot to foot in the doorway, she finally walked further into the room and closed the door behind her quietly, moving to stand in front of his desk. Her heels clicked slightly against the hardwood flooring and she felt sick at the thought of already doing something wrong. Was she late? Had she forgotten to give him better contact information? "Is--is there something wrong sir?"

Slowly setting the files down onto the desk, she listened to his words before taking the phone from him. Checking to make sure she knew how to work it, Callie slid it into her pants pocket and looked back up at him,

"Of course. I have my own phone though, you could always contact me on that one too. The number is listened on my resume."

Why was he giving her a new phone just for work? She had gotten one of her own long enough ago that she didn't find the need to learn a new one over again. It would just get lost amongst the other things in her purse or would get turned off too often to beef much use.

Smoothing a hand over the dark pants that she wore, Callie tried her best not to protest. She didn't have the money to go and buy new skirts to wear to the office. She wasn't a big fan of the normal style and she always preferred to wear pants or leggings instead. "Yes sir, understood," she said in as strong a voice as she could muster.

Hearing the mention of the company credit card, Callie's eyes grew wide and she shook her head slowly. She couldn't do that, her shopping list wasn't something that could or should be claimed as necessary for the company!

"No sir, I can pay for it on my own. I'm sure that I can find something suitable for you. No need to take Ms. Jennings out of work either, she needs the money I'm sure."

Of course that was a huge lie. She couldn't pay for a whole new wardrobe. There was no way that she had the money to buy those kind of clothes or the knowledge to do so. Closing her eyes tightly to try and keep from crying she shook her head.

"Sir, I don't know if I can do this. I won't take money from the company for something so trivial. I don't understand what is wrong with my own wardrobe, it hasn't been a problem before."

Shaking her head slowly she ran a hand over her face before stepping back from the desk, "I'm sorry. That washout of line, forgive me. I'll take the card as you requested and I'll find a new wardrobe before work tomorrow. Again, my apologizes."

Without waiting for him to dismiss her, she walked out of the office, closing the door behind her. Sitting down at her desk, she covered her face to try and stop herself from crying.

 

[Rocket1010]

Bradley sat in stunned silence as his new private secretary told him about having her own phone and then telling him of all people she could not spend the company’s money on herself. He was reminded of Jeannette when she first came on board and did not know how the business world work; especially the world of Connors Enterprises.

He didn’t say a word and let her finish and then when she walked out without his dismissal, he was to the point of getting angry. He sat for a few minutes, letting Callie get to her desk, thinking of how to best approach the situation. She was young, impressionable and needed to know how things were going to be at Connors Enterprises or else she would be back on the street looking for another position.

He pushed the intercom button on his phone. “Callie, please return to my office….Now!”

When she opened the door, he smiled and waved for to sit in one of the leather visitors chairs in front of his desk. “Callie I understand and appreciate your not wanting to spend the company’s money but you need to learn some things about your position. First of all this is my money and I pay the payroll and I decide how the money is spent. I have a slew of accountants that keep tabs on the money and where it goes so you don’t need to worry about spending. When I tell you to go out and purchase something then that is what you are to do. I don’t mind questions but the ultimate decision to spend my money is mine and mine alone.”

He saw he just sitting staring at him as he continued. “I am paying you a very very good salary that would make most secretaries green with envy. In time you can probably afford to buy the things that I want you to wear but I also know from our background check that you and your roommate are struggling to pay the rent each month. You can live with her for now but there may be a time when you may want to dump your lousy loud mouth roommate.

You see Callie I do my homework when it comes to my employees and I know the companies you worked for in the past were small. They don’t have the cash reserves I have and they don’t have the international connections I have. We deal with some very high profile people who have certain expectations.”

He pushed a button on the intercom and instantly Ms. Jennings showed up at the door. He ignored her for the moment, turning his attention to Callie. “As for what I want you to wear. We have very important meetings and I want our clients to see that our employees look their best and are fashionable.”

He turned his head to Ms. Jennings. “You are to take Callie to the boutique and get her some new clothes. You know my taste Ms. Jennings, skirts, dresses, and fashionable tops. And you can help her to pick out new personal items that look interesting.”

He cocked his head toward Callie. “You have much to learn and the one thing you need to learn quickly is that I am the boss and what I say goes around here and that means in all matters. Do you have any questions before you go shopping?

 

[sexymistress]

Callie wasn't used to having people tell her what to do like that. She was used to making most of her own decisions and giving herself her own kind of information. This wasn't something that she liked doing, this money wasn't her own and she didn't plan on taking charity and pity from someone she barely knew. She could find something in her friend's wardrobe, she would make due with whatever she could scrap together with her pay this month.

Sitting back down at her desk with a huff, Callie started flipping through the papers before glowering at the machine when his voice rang through it again. She ignored it, finishing the paper she was reading, before standing up and walking to the office door. Opening it she strode easily into the room and put her arms in front of her with a frown.

Sitting down in the chair that he motioned to, she kept a straight back and sat herself on the edge of the seat without cracking a smile in return to his own.

"I don't need your charity sir, that is why I have a job. I might not be able to buy the clothes until after pay day but I will be able to get them as soon as I can. I don't need your accountants figuring out how much money I spent on my clothing on the first day of work because I was too broke to buy something new before hand. This is just plain silly, I can take care of myself, I've been doing it since I was a teen."

Keeping a frown on her face as he continued to speak she nodded, her head, "I know that, I'm not an idiot. I make a lot more then I ever have, but you don't have to pry into my personal information! That is private and you have no right to look into that kind of information. She isn't that bad, she just has opinions…"

Falling silent once more, Callie just listened as he spoke, keeping a frown on her face. As he called in Ms. Jennings, she looked over her shoulder and looked at her before turning back to her boss with a shake of her head, "How come dress pants works well for everyone else?" The words were muttered under her breath while he was talking, barely audible.

"No, Ms. Jennings, that is fine. I'm a big girl, I can buy my own clothes after I've finished work today. Or if he is so picky about what I'm supposed to wear he can go shopping with me himself. It isn't fair to take you away from your own work."

Looking at him with a challenge in her eyes, she crossed her arms, "Unless of course you have a problem with letting us get the work done for your company? After all, you should be signing the bills for my purchases instead of Ms. Jennings or I. This is your money."

 

[Rocket1010]

Bradley saw Callie shake her head and then heard her mutter something about dress pants and everyone else when Ms. Jennings came into the office. When he mentioned that Ms. Jennings should accompany her on a shopping trip he was astounded when she told her. "No, Ms. Jennings, that is fine. I'm a big girl, I can buy my own clothes after I've finished work today. Or if he is so picky about what I'm supposed to wear he can go shopping with me himself. It isn't fair to take you away from your own work."

He saw the changeling look in her eyes when she continued in a rather defiant tone with her arms crossed in front of her. "Unless of course you have a problem with letting us get the work done for your company? After all, you should be signing the bills for my purchases instead of Ms. Jennings or I. This is your money."

Bradley looked at his new hire and then at Ms. Jennings. He had never had this problem with Jeanette but then again this was a girl who seemed to be on her own since she was young.

Waving his arm at Ms. Jennings, he said, “Ms. Jennings you may leave for now.”

When the older woman left, Bradley got up and walked to Callie. He eyed her with anger in his eyes. “Who in the fuck do you think you are Ms. Hightower? I run this company and you are sitting there like a goddamn goddess thinking you can tell me how in the hell to run my company. You have no fucking clue as to how my business is run and yet you try to tell me how to spend my fucking money.”

Bradley was fuming as he walked behind her. He grabbed her long red hair and yanked her head backward so she was looking up at him. “As for how you dress I don’t give a damn how the rest of the office is dressed. You were hired as my private secretary. If I want you to run around my office naked then that is what you will do. And I will be the one to tell you what to work on and what to spend my fucking money on. If you don’t like the situation or what I desire from you then you can pack your fucking things and get the hell out of here. Do you understand Ms. Hightower?”

 

[sexymistress]

Callie had never been the kind of person to sit there and take something from people. She wasn't used to people offering her money for something as silly as clothing and other personal affects. All of her life she had worked for what she wanted, earning money in an allowance to get candy at the corner store and then learning how to save money so her brother could keep looking after her. Callie wasn't a little girl that could be ordered around and told what to do. That wasn't how she had learned to run her life.

Challenging Mr. Cooper came easily, even though she knew that it was a bad idea to do so. This was her boss, not her older brother or her parents. They would have just laughed it off and challenged her right back, proved she was wrong and didn't have a right to say something. Unless she was right then they would agree completely.

Callie looked between the two of them and slowly chewed on her bottom lip. She shouldn't have said that, she should have kept her mouth shut like her brother had warned her the night before.

"I--I'm sorry sir. I didn't mean to sound like that. It's just that you're giving me charity just because I'm going through a rough patch and that isn't something I can accept no matter who runs this company. You're the boss but you're wrong. I know that business aren't run like this, they don't do things like this at all and it just isn't proper for a boss to pay for their employee's clothing!"

As he grabbed a hold of her hair and pulled her head back tears filled her eyes and she blinked to try and stop them from falling. The pain felt like he was ripping her hair out of her head. "Let go of me! I'll do what the fuck you want, just let go! " she begged, hands flying up to his own and trying to get it off her hair or loose enough to stop the pain from ripping through her body, "I'll do what you say, you're the one in charge, now let go of me! "

 

[Rocket1010]

"I am not giving you charity Callie. I am simply giving you a perk that goes along with the job. I have given this perk to all my past private secretaries and they never complained as much as you." Bradley thought for brief instant that what he really should do is take her over his knee and spank her but he knew that would come later.

He let up on the grip he had on her hair but did not release her long red locks in case he had to pull back again. Looking into her blue eyes he felt a rush of lust in him and he wasn't sure if it was from her great looks or if it was from the fact that she would be a challenge. He liked a challenge to a point but he knew that in the end he would win.

"Like I told you Callie. We do business with some very influential people who expect a certain look and I expect the same from my private secretaries. If you plan to stay you will have to learn that there are ...... shall we say ..... certain manners that will be expected of you. You can look at this as a bonus to your being the one selected to the position ..... just like a signing bonus."

He felt like he wanted to lean down and kiss her but then he smiled at her. "You can fight all you want Callie but the fact remains that I am your boss and what I say goes. You can either accept that or you can go out and look for another job. I can tell you there are certain rewards that come from the job that are both pleasurable and painful. What is your final decision Callie? Are you going to buy some new clothes or are you going to go job hunting?"

 

[sexymistress]

"It doesn't feel like a perk, it feels like charity because I'm young and living virtually alone." She crossed her arms across her chest, a small frown staying on her lips. She didn't like the way that he was talking to her and didn't need to take this kind of treatment from a regular job. Then again, she had been out of work for months and didn't really want to go into waitressing or a fast food joint.

As he unclenched his hand from her hair, she tugged on the middle, trying to pull it out of his grasp all together, "Let go of me." she said with a frown on her face, her face red from rage, frustration and pain. Blue eyes glared up at him, tugging her red hair once again to try and get it free from the slackened grip. "Please." she hissed through her teeth.

Holding back the urge to roll her eyes in his face once again she just settled with an indifferent expression. None of this made sense, who the hell cared what she wore? So long as it wasn't jeans and a tank top, no one should give a damn about her. She wasn't the person they were doing business with. "Whatever you say sir, but I still don't like this entire idea."

Dropping her eyes from his own, she took a couple of deep breaths to try and calm herself down. She did not want to have to look for another job, it was a lot harder then it looked--most of the time anyways. "Yes sir, I will go and buy new clothes but only if you accompany me. It would feel better to have your name on the bills and using the card. It would feel a lot less…sketchy sir." she said quietly, keeping her head down. If she looked up there was a good chance she would fly off the handle again.

 

[Rocket1010]

Bradley still had her hair in his clenched fist as she told him, "Whatever you say sir, but I still don't like this entire idea."

He released her hair and then she spoke again. "Yes sir, I will go and buy new clothes but only if you accompany me. It would feel better to have your name on the bills and using the card. It would feel a lot less…sketchy sir."


There it was again, a defiant answer to his simple command. Bradley turned away from Callie and walked to the large windows. As he peered at the city below fell into a thoughtful trance. He knew this woman would either tow the line or she would have to look for employment elsewhere.

There were two kinds of resistance to obedience. One was physical and the other mental. Right now she was trying to impress her will upon him by saying she would obey and then throwing a wrench into the request. She was trying to manipulate him in her own way. No it was not a request but more of a demand; a way to manipulate the other person into doing their bidding. She wanted him to go shopping with her as her way of winning the battle. But Bradley knew that was not about to happen.

He turned from the window and walked to his desk. First she must mentally give into his demands and then the physical part would begin. He smiled at her thinking of how nice it would be to paddle her but now was not the time. Hell it was only her first day on the job and there was no need to scare her off. No he needed to force her mentally to accept his request or demands and then he would punish her. The physical part would be pleasurable for both of them but that would have to wait.

Hitting the intercom, he spoke into it as he stared directly at Callie. "Ms. Jennings I have an important meeting in three hours. Please have the company helicopter ready in one hour. And by the way tell Sara to come to my office immediately for a briefing. She will be accompanying me on this trip." Ms. Jennings acknowledged the message without hesitation and then Bradley smiled at his new secretary.

"Callie I run a multimillion dollar business. I have no time to shop with you nor do I have any desire to do so. You have my credit cards and have been given your assignment for the day. I expect you to take the rest of the day to yourself to shop or to look for another job. In any event when I return tomorrow and if you are not dressed as I wish, then you may seek employment at some other company. That is all for now."

As he finished the door opened and Sara walked into the office. She was a striking blonde wearing a short black dress that clung to her thighs and her breasts were adequately displayed for anyone to admire. He didn't bother to introduce them instead he summarily dismissed his new secretary.

"Callie we have some business to attend to so you know the rules for now so if there is nothing else I will see you in the morning."

The blonde looked at Callie and then at Bradley. She knew the score and smiled as she and Bradley waited for Callie to leave the office. Bradley smiled at the blonde. "Sara we have a lot to cover for the meeting." The way she strutted her ass as he walked to the desk indicated that there was more than just work on the blonde's mind.

 

[sexymistress]

Honestly, Callie did not like the way that he seemed to try and control her. She was not the kind of girl that liked to be treated like a slave and worked to the bone. She did not want him to think that she was honestly going to give into his anger and violence so easily. She could report him for this, sue him and get more money then she would ever make in her lifetime. He was a big firm, he could loose everything.

All of her life, Callie had been reliant on herself and very few other people. She did not want to have to deal with his high class bullshit and the way that he was acting around her. She did not want to loose the bit of control that she had in this situation and the way that she needed to be able to do something. Her clothing was her own thing and she refused to let it be dictated by some jerk who couldn't even take a few hours to bring her shopping for HIS clothes. That is what they were, his and his alone.

Keeping her face as neutral as possible, she watched as he strode around the room and easily sat down at his desk instead of talking with her. Hands slowly put her hair back into the messy bun that it had been in and then clasped in front of her as she waited for his answer. However, the words were not those that she ever really expected to hear. He was calling someone else into the room to do her bloody job? Callie took a couple of deep breaths to keep from yelling in front of him. This was her job and that little skank that walked into the room didn't need to do it for her.

"Sir, I hardly think that is fair! I'm supposed to attend those meetings with you and take notes, otherwise I am not doing my job effectively."

The words came out shaper then she would have liked, her hands curling into fists as she fought the urge to claw his eyes out and prove to him that she wasn't a charity case. He didn't have to pity her and buy her wardrobe.

"Then you shouldn't ORDER people to do something that they don't wish to do sir. That is how lawsuits are brought about. I will go and shop, since I have no choice if I wish to keep this job--which may I remind you is a highly illegal thing to do, since you cannot fire someone based on their clothing so long as it is work appropriate and a court would find that I am dressed adequately enough for the environment. Good day sir."

Turning on her heel, she left from the office before being properly excused from the room yet again. If that bastard was going to treat her like this and make a fool of her multiple times, she was not going to show him an ounce of respect until he bloody well earned it. Shop, done. He would expect the biggest bill that she could wrack up from every name brand store. One of everything in every size. If she was going out, it would be with a bang and he would have to deal with the IRA.

Grabbing her bag from her desk, she left everything as it was, putting on a pair of sunglasses as she walked out of the office building, holding onto the credit card firmly and hailing a taxi. Let the spending begin.

The next day

Callie had lost count of how many stores, outfits and prices she had gone through. She had enough clothing to use the entire apartment as a walk in closet but she didn't care. Not to mention, tipping the taxi cab a generous amount. Walking into the office she wore a skin tight black dress with a white lace blazer on top to cover the face that it was strapless. Heels that were high enough to kill with were on her feet and she walked with her head held higher then the day before. Sipping her coffee, also bought from the credit card, she sat down at her desk, not bothering to start any kind of work, tapping her pen against the desk instead. Just see him fuck with her now.

 

[Rocket1010]

Bradley allowed his new secretary to vent her anger. But he knew there would be no changing his mind; Sara would be accompanying him to the meeting and that would be final. To give into her whim now would be a sign of weakness and defeat and he would have none of that. He knew in the end she would have to decide if she wanted the job and all that would come with it or she would find employment elsewhere.

He smiled at Sara when Callie quickly turned on her heels and left the office. Sara looked at Bradley. “Aren’t you going to punish her for her insubordination?”

“Oh don’t you worry Sara that will come later as you are well aware.” Sara had been a replacement secretary in the past and was well aware of what Bradley was capable of doing for punishment. She had been his slave for awhile and then she found a new master and Bradley let her go but not without suitable punishment. He looked at the striking blonde who was now standing next to his leather chair. Bradley looked up at her breasts which were nearly in his face and then he laughed. “Sara. Callie thinks what I’m asking is a pity party for her but she didn’t realize the importance of looking your absolute best when dealing with national and international business men and women.”

Sara smiled down at her boss and then chuckled. “I guess we should get down to business.” Leaning over she kissed him hard on the lips and then groaned when she felt his fingers sliding up her legs. Her thighs opened as his fingers moved higher and then when he started to rub her bare pussy, she moaned into her mouth. “Ohhh Bradley I’m such a bad girl for not wearing any underwear.”

Brad pulled his lips from hers, and his fingers from her wet pussy, he started laughing. He brought his fingers to his lips, tasting her sweet nectar and then said, “There will be plenty of time later but for now we really do have a lot of work to do for this meeting.”

They poured over the notes and when they left the office, Callie was nowhere to be found. Ms. Jennings informed him that the new hire walked out with a somewhat determined look on her face. Bradley wondered what her decision would be; either buy some clothes that he wanted her to wear or not show up for work the next day.

Bradley and Sara finished their business and then went to a swanky restaurant for supper. Her hand slid under the table during the meal, rubbing his thigh suggestively. He took her to his penthouse apartment and they played sexual games into the night. While he took her from behind while she was leaning over a table, he saw Callie’s sexy image, bent over his desk in the office asking him to fuck her hard.

The next day

Bradley arrived at the office very early and left Sara to fend for herself in his spacious apartment. He knew she would show up for work later and transcribe the notes from the meeting. His mind was on the new secretary, Callie. Working on the schedule for the day, he wondered if she would show up for work or would he be looking for a new secretary.

He heard some commotion outside his door and he smiled. “I bet she did show up after all,” he thought as he sipped his coffee. He would normally hit the intercom button and summon her into his office but he thought better of that today. No today he would walk through his office door and see if she really did obey him. It was important that she learn to obey and as he reasoned yesterday, first she must commit to him mentally before she committed physically.

Opening the door he saw the rest of the office was still dark. He looked at his watch, seeing that it would be another half hour before the employees would begin to arrive. He looked at the large desk and there sitting behind it was Callie, casually tapping a pencil on the desktop.

He looked at her attire and smiled. The skin tight black dress with a white lace blazer looked stunning on her. He felt a surge of desire looking at her sitting behind her desk and the thought of him and Sara the night before flashed through his mind.

“Very nice outfit Callie. I think you look absolutely gorgeous in that tight black dress.” He resisted the urge to walk up behind her and run his hands down her front to feel the lovely pair of breasts staring at him. “If you would be so kind as to grab your notebook and come into my office we have a very important meeting this morning that we need to get ready for.”

He turned without saying another word expecting her to follow him.

 

[sexymistress]

Callie was going to run this office through the wringer if he thought that he could get away with this. She had an idea how an office was supposed to work and his methods were generally frowned up. Actually, very frowned upon due to the nature in which he spoke to her. He was going to pay through the teeth for all the things that she wanted. Hell, she could have gone and bought a new house if she could swing it into being for work.

There was a bit of light that was shining through the bottom of his door and she knew that he was there. He was sitting in the office, he was playing with her. He didn't know she was out here and he was not going to find out until she was fucking ready to let him know. Hell she could get up and leave before showing up again in a few hours and flaunting even more spending into his face. She was not going to be a poor girl he could pity anymore.

Eyes flickered up when the door opened and she watched as he walked out of the room. She didn't give a damn anymore about what he did, she wasn't going to be a pawn in this game anymore. Arms crossed across her chest as he walked into the main room and looked over at her. She shouldn't have bothered coming in early, everyone else wasn't here. A frown stayed on her face as her boss looked over at her.

"What?" Callie said coldly, rolling her eyes as he spoke. "No, why don't you call up that blonde bibmo you got yesterday? I'm sure that she would be more then happy to help you out. No, I only showed up to sit here and look pretty like you want. Apparently, having a brain is a serious negative aspect to your line of work. "

As he turned around, she threw the pen across the room to fly past his side before getting up. "You're a real piece of work you know? Why did you bother to hire me if you're going to get someone else to do my job?" Getting up, she walked into the office before sliding into one of the empty chairs, crossing one leg over the other. "What do you need me to do? Sit here and file my nails or just giggle and twirl my hair like an idiot?" Yes, she was treading on thin ice, but she didn't care anymore. She had bought enough things to sell for a fortune if he fired her now. "What can I do for you sir?"

 

[Rocket1010]

Bradley was a bit stunned when she balked when he told her to grab her notebook and come into his office. There was a very important meeting this morning and and now his secretary was giving him fits. Yesterday she balked at buying new clothes which most women would love to do. This morning she showed up in a very sexy dress and he complimented her for it. She had no idea that she needed to be dressed for the potential new clients to the company.

She was pissed about him having Sara go with him to the meeting yesterday. She had no clue as to what the meeting was about. And now she was throwing it back into his face, making snide comments about her looks as opposed to having a brain.

Bradley saw the pen fly by his head and for a moment he wished Jeanette had not left the company. He had trained her and she knew what he wanted. The new girl was trying to show her independence and he knew that was not going to last. He ignored her comments about Sara and when he was seated, she came in without her notebook and then made some more snide comments about filing her nails.

He saw her smug smile as he sat with one leg crossed over the other and then she said in a very condescending voice. "What can I do for you sir?"

"It is not what you can do for me right now Callie. It is about what I'm going to do to you." He smiled as he looked at the computer monitor. "My bank gives me an instant message every time my card is used Callie. I see that you spent quite a bit of money yesterday." He got out of his chair and walked around the desk to stand in front of her.

He reached out quickly, grabbing her arms and pulled her out of the chair, pushing her down over the table. He held her head against the highly polished oak table as he whispered to her, "Ms Hightower you're pushing your luck and you will need to be taught how to respect me and my company. When I tell you to do something, you will learn to do it and do it well."

She was no match for his strength. He held her down and then lifted her dress to reveal matching black panties. "When I tell you to bring your notebook I expect you to bring it and not sass me." He lifted his hand and the smack on her ass was hard, resounding throughout the room. He didn't stop at one but hit her hard again as she squirmed on the desk top.

He raised his hand and then let it fall onto her ass. "Callie do you understand that we have an important meeting and you are to go back out to your desk and get your notepad and then we will proceed to get ready for the meeting?"

 

[sexymistress]

Callie refused to let someone like this order her around. Sh had been working hard all of her life and the idea that clothing would make people like her was a completely and utter disgrace to the company. Her brains should have been more then enough to lee her job and not about how she dressed. What a pig he must be, a fucking dirty pig if he just wanted to ogle at the girls all day long. She had a right to be pissed. He had forced her to leave yesterday simply because he didn't like the conservative clothing that she had settled on the day before and went with a fucking slut to take into a meeting.

As he seemed not to care about the pen that flew past him, she stalked into the office with a deep frown on her face. She was not going to take this laying down and he could complain as much as he wanted. If he wanted a whore, then she would make sure to fuck everyone in the meeting before the deal was settled. After all, there had to be a reason that he wanted her dressed like this.

Raising an eyebrow in challenge, she pulled her hair over one shoulder and twirled a strand around her finger slowly. "Oh sir, I just did what you told me to do. Spent it all on clothing and essentials to make sure that I was 'presentable' for your people." Tapping her heel against the floor, she tilted her head to the side slightly and smirked at him once again, "I didn't do anything wrong, you told me to do this."

As he grabbed her arms, she jumped and began to struggle with him, "Let go of me!" she snapped and tried to push him away as he pushed her against the polished desk. "You can't do this!" she shouted. "I don't respect fitly pigs who care more about sex appeal then brains!"

Feeling the dress get pulled up over her behind, she let out a scream, "STOP IT! WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING DOING!" As the hand came down hard on her ass, she let out a yelp and tried to pull away from him, "Stop!" she begged, tears stinging her eyes as she fought to get away from the series of smacks on her behind. "I am not a child, let go of me."

As another smack landed on her ass she pulled against him, "I don't care about a meeting this isn't right! This is abuse, let go of me! " she shouted, nails pulling the polish off the desk as she clawed at it. "Stop it!"

 

[Rocket1010]

He smirked as she yelled, "I am not a child, let go of me."

When he landed another smack on her ass, he felt her trying to pull away from him as she shouted. "I don't care about a meeting this isn't right! This is abuse, let go of me! Stop it!"

Bradley pulled her against him, one arm against her back, holding her arms behind her so she could not swing at him. With his other hand entangled in her long strands of hair, he yanked her head back against his shoulders. He saw her breasts jutting out in the large windows as he started to admonish her.

“You're acting like a little child Callie. I only asked that you bring your notebook with you so we could get ready for the meeting. BUT NO! You want to argue about everything I say and ask of you. And you don’t even know what you’re arguing about. You have no idea what my business entails and what our meetings cover. But you continue to think you are this superior person who can challenge every word and request. When you act like this, you are acting like a brat and since you are an adult acting like a child there is only one way to handle you.”

Bradley half pushed and dragged her across the room to a heavy oak door. Releasing her hair, he quickly opened the door and shoved her inside careful not to let her go. The room was about the same size as his office but instead of being filled with office furniture, it was filled with various objects meant for discipline and also sexual fun. Visions of what he and Jeanette had experienced in this room for so long flashed through his brain. She was much the same as Callie but not as brash. It didn't matter because he knew in time she would learn to obey.

“This room, my dear Callie is where you will learn to obey. Take a good look around because you will be spending a lot of time in here.” He waved his arm in a sweeping motion. “You may look out over the city and think about your temper,” he said motioning to the large windows.

“I’m going to leave you for now. But before I go let me fill you in on a few things. The room is sound proof and there is only one way out and I am the only one with the combination to open the door.”

He swung her around, facing him. “You are right Callie you did run up my credit card buying things. The way I look at it that dress you’re wearing rightfully belongs to me.” He reached out quickly grabbing the thin material, pulling as a ripping sound filled the room. “There, now you have no reason to leave unless you want to walk the streets half naked.”

Bradley walked to the door, looking back at the young woman standing there in her black lace bra and panties. He smiled at her as he closed the door.

 

[sexymistress]

Tears were running down her cheeks, which were now bright red from the shame, as he landed another firm smack against her ass. She could feel the muscles ripple and it made her jump and try to get away from him again. This was wrong and she could go to the cops about this. It was abuse and harassment!

As she was pulled back upright, her head spun from the sudden change and she closed her eyes to try and not throw up all over the desk. As her head was roughly pulled backwards, she let out a scream, kicking at him with her heels and trying to get him to let go. Her hands were clawing at his shirt, trying to get a piece of skin to sink the nails into. "Let me go you fucking dick!"

"I am not acting like a child, you are acting like a monster! Let go of me this instant! Get your fucking whore to take your notes. I am just supposed to sit out there and look pretty, noting else so leave me alone! I don't care what your business is, if you just want a bunch of sluts to work here you might as well run a legal whore house! Which you won't fucking do once this is reported to the cops! I won't let you get away with this you fucking dick! Take your hands off of me!"

As she was forced across the room, she shouted and protested as much as she possibly could. When she was finally pushed into the room, she fell silent. Eyes looked around the room and she began to tremble, relying on his support to keep her on her feet. "No, no this isn't right." she whispered, her eyes wide at all the objects that were around. Shaking at the whips and flogs that were near-by terrified her more then anything else. Those looked painful and like they could do a lot of damage to her. The other toys looked too big, wide, and terrifying for her to be comfortable with.

"Obey?! No, I am not an animal, I am not going to be obeying anyone but myself! Let me to of here, I do not have to stay in here!" she snapped as her eyes looked at the wide windows. As he spun her around, she almost fell from the heels that she was wearing and shook her head slowly. "No! Let go, you told me to buy the fucking clothes! " she screamed at him as he ripped it from her body with ease. As soon as he let go of her, she ran to the door, slamming her fists against it, screaming until she was horse. Walking around the room, she started to pick up anything heavy and throwing them t both the door and windows to try and break something. She was around a mad man, she was going to die. "HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME! HE IS GOING TO KIL ME, FUCKING GET HELP! HELP ME! "

 

[Rocket1010]

Bradley could hear the slight muffling sound as the door closed tightly between him and Callie. "God I gave her a job, good clothes, and a chance to better herself and she can't got out of way of herself," he thought as he pressed the button on his intercom to summon Sara.

Sara was surprised to be summoned by him again to attend a meeting. But she jumped at the chance, wanting to impress him and maybe get back into his good graces. She had been in Callie's position once and had enjoyed the pleasure that came with the discipline. But then she married got pregnant soon after and he didn't want the hassle of dealing with that. Now every so often he called on her and she was eager to jump in and help out, hoping that they would have sex again.

Bradley was silent most of the meeting and Sara knew something was on his mind. She had a pretty good idea that his new secretary was in the play room but she knew better than to talk about it. After the meeting Bradley thanked her but not before giving her a kiss that seemed to have some promise. "I may need your assistance in the near future Sara," he whispered as he turned to walk to his office.

He sat at his desk contemplating what to do with Callie. She was turning out to be more of a problem than an asset to the company. She argued with every request of his. "Hell she can't even bring her notebook into the office without some kind of smart ass remark. Well we will see if she comes around or else I will have to just let her go," he mused as he walked to the heavy oak door.

Walking into the room, Bradley saw all the loose objects in the room strewn about. Grabbing a long piece of thin leather from a hook near the door; he then turned his attention to the woman sitting on the leather bench. "I see you have had another temper tantrum Callie. Are you ready to get on with your employment or do you need more convincing?" He ran the leather through his fingers knowing the answer before he asked the question. Deep inside he was looking forward to what he knew would be happening in this play room.