Chapter 3

It was almost a week later when Brooke got a call from Mr. Barstow. He intentionally called during the day when Brooke’s husband, Ken, was at work because Brooke had said she didn’t want him to know anything about her work yet.

She didn’t want him to know because first off, she didn’t have the job yet and didn’t want to jinx things, and secondly, she didn’t want him asking too many questions about it and finding out there was more to her job than just being your average run-of-the-mill secretary!

Brooke was puttering around the house doing her housework when the phone suddenly rang. “Hello?” she asked.

“Mrs. Robbins, this is Mr. Barstow. I am just calling to let you know we got the results back from your physical and you have been cleared to come to work. If you are still interested in the position, come by tomorrow so we can get some paperwork started and a little orientation for your new job,” Mr. Barstow said.

“Yes! Yes, I am still interested! What time should I be there, Sir?” she said, almost exploding with excitement.

“Well, since you seem so eager to get started, why don’t we say tomorrow about 11:00 am?” he said.

“Yes, Sir! I’ll be there!” Brooke said. She hung up the phone and did a little happy dance as she thought about sex – and the money, but mostly the sex – she would be getting!

That evening, when Ken came home, he found a bubbly, whistling wife. “Hi honey, I’m glad you’re home. How was work today?” she asked.

“It was miserable. We lost another contract to Mayfield Construction and, as if that wasn’t bad enough, I had to let Billy go. He was the last guy we hired, so he had the least seniority,” he said.

“Oh, I’m sorry, honey! Billy was a good guy from what you’ve told me about him. What’s he going to do now?” she asked.

“Well, he’s talking about heading east. I guess he figures he can find work there. He has family in St. Louis, he says, so he might be headed there,” Ken said.

“I’m sorry you had to fire Billy. And I’m sorry that you lost another contract. But it will all work out somehow,” Brooke said trying to make her husband feel better.

Dinner that night was quiet and subdued. Brooke wanted to tell him about her new job, but she waited a bit longer until she knew more about it. She would need to know just what she could tell him about it ... and what she would need to keep from him!

The next day, Brooke prepared to meet with Mr. Barstow once more. She dressed in the same short red dress she wore the last time she met with him – it was the only thing she had that was sexy enough for him. She got dressed and ready to go and when it got time to meet Mr. Barstow, she drove to his office.

“Hello, Becky, I’m here to see Mr. Barstow,” she said as the door to the elevator opened on the twelfth floor.

“Hello, Mrs. Robbins, of course, he is expecting you. Go right on back,” Becky said. Brooke went back to his office and knocked on the heavy wood door.

“Ahh, Mrs. Robbins! Come in please and have a seat!” he said, standing as she entered. He waved her to a chair in front of his desk.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said, taking a seat.

“Now then, as I said, I got your physical exam results back and the doctor said it was fine for you to go to work here. Dr. Williams is well aware of what the job you are applying for entails, and so I told him to be very thorough. He said you were a bit shy at times but you did what he told you and he said you did very well,” Mr. Barstow said.

“Thank you, Sir,” Brooke said.

“Oh, it wasn’t a compliment necessarily. It was also a test – a test to see if you were really cut out to be a secretary slut. The good doctor and I made it especially intimate in order to see if you would go through with it.

“Had you balked or refused, you wouldn’t be sitting here now. No, you went through with the whole embarrassing and humiliating thing. And in so doing, you proved your worth as our secretary slut!

“Now, I have here a contract which every person who comes to work here must sign. It sets out work requirements, salaries, and other details pertaining to your work. I’m sure you will find it pretty standard stuff, however, there are a few details not shown on your contract for obvious legal reasons.

“First off, let’s discuss your appearance. Is this the same dress that you wore last time you were here?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir. I’m afraid I don’t have a lot of sexy clothes. We don’t have the money to go out much anymore and I haven’t had much need to dress up lately,” she said looking down at her lap.

“Well that dress is quite attractive, but you will need a selection of clothes. I’ll tell you what I am going to do. Because I want you to start working as soon as possible, I am going to set up a line of credit for you at one of the boutiques here in Salem.

“You are to go there and get yourself some clothes to wear for work. I want clothes that are sexy, attractive and just tame enough to wear in public. Think mini-skirts, little black dresses, and things that show you off to full advantage.

“I want that ‘slutty without being trashy’ look – understand? I want you to be provocative, but not street whorish. This is a place of business and not a brothel after all!” he said.

“Yes, Sir. I will buy a few things to start and bring them here for your approval. I’ll keep the receipts just in case they aren’t what you like and that way I can return them and get something more to your liking. I do want to look good for you Sir,” she said.

“That is a very good idea. Yes, let’s do it that way. And once we have you suitably attired, I will take a little out of each paycheck until you repay whatever it is you bought,” he said.

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

“In addition to your outer clothing, you will wear heels and thigh-top stockings. No pantyhose – they hinder access. You may wear panties if you wish, but be prepared to take them off as needed. However, you should not wear a bra as that is harder to take off,” he said.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Next item is your conduct here. You will be polite, obedient, and submissive at all times to all the employees. You are the new girl here and the company slut, therefore everyone here is your superior.

“The men here will be referred to a Sir and the women will let you know what to refer to them as – some do not like to be called Ma’am. I am your supervisor and your boss so you will answer to me. But you will respect everyone who works here,” he said.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now you are being hired as a secretary/slut. Your job will be to perform all the typical secretarial duties I require of you, but also to provide sexual relief to all male and female staff members wherever, however, and whenever they ask, providing you are not otherwise busy doing something for me.

“You will only provide for the employees, for now. In the future, you may occasionally be needed to “woo” a potential client or thank a current client for their faith in us.

If you are called on to perform outside the company, condoms will be used for your protection. But for our staff, they won’t necessarily be used. Are you okay with that?

“Each of our staff members is tested every six months just because of this “benefit” we offer, although frankly, you have little to worry about because as I told you before, most of our people are so busy that they have little time for a social life outside the office here.

“So it’s not like you will be at any real risk. And you will be getting so much sex here you won’t want to look elsewhere for any either!

“However should you feel the need to, you are allowed to give yourself sexual release anytime during the day. But you must ask permission from me first, as I may want to watch. You see, one of my little kinks is to watch a woman masturbate, and I may have you put on a show for me or for some of the other staff members. Do you understand these rules as I have explained them?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“And are you willing to abide by the rules while you are working here?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Then let’s go over the rest of the contract and you can sign it once we finish,” he said. “I apologize for the vague ambiguity of your ‘other’ job details, but it would be an impossible task to list every act or duty you will perform.

“Tastes change, and you will be servicing a number of individuals here at B.A. We have a dozen employees, myself included, that will require your talents and skills.”

“I understand, Sir, and let me just say that I will do my best to satisfy whatever I am called on to do. I may not have much of a sex life at home currently, but in the past, I was more than a little ... experimental!” Brooke said, blushing a little.

They went over each section of the contract with Mr. Barstow explaining each item until Brooke understood it completely. In the end, she signed the contract and gave him her contact info: address, home, and cell phone number, and email address.

“I try not to call my people at home,” Mr. Barstow said, “When you get home after a long day at the office, the last person you want to hear from is me talking more about work! And in cases like yours where there might be a spouse or significant other, it’s best if I don’t call and discuss work-related issues.