Chapter 4

Brooke was excited to start her first official day that Monday. Ken, her husband, had already left for work earlier and Brooke hurried to get ready for her new job.

Mr. Barstow had given Brooke permission to use the company charge account at a few clothing stores to get herself some appropriate office wear for her job and she would have a little taken out of her first paychecks until her purchases were paid back. Now with her new clothes and new makeup, she prepared for her first day at Barstow Associates.

It was raining that Monday, typical for this time of year, so when she arrived at the office around 8:00 am, Brooke took off her long overcoat, shaking the water from it before folding it in half over her arm.

She was anxious to show off her shamelessly short black miniskirt and white silk blouse to Becky, but as the elevator door to the twelfth floor opened, Brooke quickly realized that the receptionist had other things on her mind.

When she saw Becky squirming in her chair behind the large receptionist counter with her eyes closed, she quietly walked around to go on into the office to start work. However, as she rounded the end of the counter, she looked behind it and saw one of the male staff members sitting on his knees, his head between Becky’s naked thighs.

Becky’s skirt and panties lay on the desk in front of her and hidden from view behind the raised countertop, and the man was busily licking her snatch while tugging on his own fat cock. Startled by the sight at first, Brooke reminded herself that this was part of the job. Becky briefly opened her eyes, turned to look at her and gave her a head nod.

Brooke smiled and returned the nod. Then she closed her eyes and focused on enjoying herself again, and Brooke walked on back to her desk and sat down, waiting to see what would happen next.

Suddenly, Brooke spotted a redheaded woman walking toward her. “Hi, you must be the new girl! My name is Cheryl Murphy!” she said as she reached Brooke’s desk. The woman was younger than her – Brooke estimated she was in her mid to late twenties – with a very bubbly personality and a smile that you couldn’t help but smile back at. She was pretty in a wholesome, fresh, teen cheerleader way, with little makeup except for mascara and lip gloss.

“Hi. Yes, I’m the new girl. Brooke Robbins ... it’s nice to meet you,” Brooke said, introducing herself.

“Yes Mr. Barstow told me that he had hired a new girl and asked me to show you around and introduce you to the staff,” she said.

“Okay ... um, Cheryl ... did Mr. Barstow tell you what my job here was to be?” Brooke asked cautiously.

Cheryl smiled and put her hand on Brooke’s arm. “Yes, hon, he told me. Don’t worry, you will be a welcome addition here, take my word on that!” she said, reassuringly. “Before we go around showing you off to the staff here, let’s talk a bit about your regular duties and how we do things here at B. A.”

“That would be nice. This is all very strange to me and it’s going to take a little getting used to!” Brooke admitted.

“Yes, we do run things a little differently than most companies like ours. But that’s what makes working here so much more fun and makes our staff so much happier. And a happy staff makes for good productivity which makes our clients happy too – at least that’s what Mr. Barstow believes. And it seems to work,” Cheryl said.

Cheryl started showing Brooke the filing system and helped her get a login on the computers set up. She helped Brooke set up her company email and showed her the break room and how they worked lunch.

A few minutes before lunch, Mr. Barstow came out of his office to where Brooke and Cheryl were working. “Good morning ladies, how is our latest addition doing?” he said referring to Brooke.

“She’s coming along very well, Sir. We have gone over just about everything she will need to know as a secretary. I have her login set up as well as her company email. We’ve discussed the filing system and other things she’ll need to know. This afternoon, I was going to take her around and introduce her to everyone,” Cheryl said.

“Very good, however, before you take her around to introduce her to the rest of our folks here, I want to see her for a bit. So right after lunch come to my office, okay?” Mr. Barstow said.

“Yes Sir,” Brooke said.

“What do you think he wants?” Brooke asked Cheryl, “I haven’t been here long enough to mess up I don’t think.”

Cheryl giggled, “He wants you, silly! Mr. Barstow always likes to try out the new girls before anyone else does,” she said, smiling.

“Really?” Brooke asked.

“Sure. We’ve all been there – I remember how nervous I was when he called me into the office that first time. But don’t worry – he is very good at making a girl feel comfortable!” she said, giggling again.

Brooke went to lunch after that, but it was very difficult for her to concentrate on eating. Her mind was racing with scenes of her being taken by her handsome boss. She wondered what he looked like under that three-piece Gucci suit.

She wondered what she would be called on to do; he had mentioned something about anal sex the last time they talked – would he want to take her anally? She began to wonder about his cock, how big was he? How thick and how long?

She could only imagine that he was of admirable size considering how confident and self-assured he was. You can’t be as dominant and commanding as he is without having something on board to back it up!

With lunch behind her now, Brooke went back to the office. She was already wet as she rode the elevator back to her office, knowing that when she got there she would be servicing the man she had been interviewed by twice and who was now her boss.

Brooke went straight to Mr. Barstow’s office and knocked softly on the door.

“Come in,” came the voice behind the door. Brooke slowly opened the door and stepped inside.

“Y-you wanted to see me Sir?” she said, nervously.

“Ah, Mrs. Robbins! Yes, please shut the door and come in,” he said. Brooke did as he told her, coming up to the front of his desk. “Have a seat, my dear,” he said, indicating to the chair next to her.

Brooke sat down in the chair, timidly crossing her ankles and folding her hands in her lap.

“So has Cheryl shown you all you need to know as a secretary here at B. A.?” he asked.

“Pretty much, Sir. She said that if I have any other questions, just let her know and she’ll help me,” Brooke said.

“That’s good. Yes, we are all here to help each other, Mrs. Robbins. We are one big family and we all pull together to do the best job we can for our customers,” he said.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now do you have any questions for me? Anything you wish me to clarify or help you understand?” he asked.

“No, Sir, I think I have everything down pretty well. It’s a lot like my previous job at Thompson-Kincaid, but with a few notable exceptions!” she said.

“Yes, I’m sure that I do things a little differently than you are used to. But I’m confident you will fall into place in short order, Mrs. Robbins,” he said.

“Sir, if you would, please call me Brooke. Mrs. Robbins sounds like I am still interviewing for the job – or I’m in trouble!” she said.

Mr. Barstow chuckled, “I assure you neither one is the case right now so very well, Brooke. Anyway, the reason I called you into my office this afternoon is that I make a policy of trying my new girls out before I unleash the rest of my staff on you. I want to welcome you properly and hopefully, you will feel more at ease around the others in the office. After all, I am the ‘big bad boss man’!” he said.

“Yes, Sir. Cheryl told me that was why you wanted to see me this afternoon,” Brooke said.

“Oh really? Well what else did she tell you about me?” he asked.

“Nothing bad, Sir, just that ... well that you are good at making a girl feel comfortable here,” she said. “But please don’t tell her I told you – she won’t confide anything to me anymore!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell her. It is nice to know that I make the girls feel comfortable though,” he smiled, “I don’t want my office to be something you dread!”

“No, Sir.”

“Step out of those clothes will you Brooke, and let me take that brand new pussy of yours for a spin!”

“Yes Sir,” she replied eagerly as she stood and began to undress; the eagerness she showed wasn’t an act either – she had been looking forward to this since she learned she had the job. She really wanted to feel a new cock inside her!

Funny, she thought in my previous job this would be considered sexual harassment. Brooke wondered what the term was for whoring yourself out to your whole office staff!

While Brooke finished undressing, Mr. Barstow walked to the door and locked it so they wouldn’t be disturbed.

Brooke was standing there naked and waiting for instructions. Mr. Barstow came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, cupping her tits in his hands and gently squeezing them as he kissed her neck.

“Ohhh...” Brooke moaned as she felt his hands on her at last. She felt his strong arms wrapped around her and her pussy got even wetter knowing what was coming. Mr. Barstow’s hands knew what they were doing as he sunk his fingers deep into the soft creamy flesh and his thumb rubbed over her hardening nipples.

He hefted the large melons and then pressed inwards mashing them against her rib cage as his arms pressed against her, holding her tighter. She loved the feeling of restraint and loved being held so tightly ... it was like he was claiming her as his own and holding onto her so she wouldn’t get away.

Not that she wanted to – it had been a long time since she had felt this kind of embrace; usually, she just got a quick peck on the cheek or maybe a little hand holding. Her husband hadn’t “claimed” her in a very long time.

Brooke laid her head back on his shoulder and closed her eyes, savoring the closeness they were sharing and the magical feeling his hands were giving her. She pressed back against him and discovered another delightful sensation as her naked ass rubbed against a very large and still growing bulge in his pants.

“Mr. Barstow...” she moaned softly as she rubbed up against the swelling protuberance. He stepped back a half-step and spun her to face him Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulled her face to his, crushing his lips against hers in a powerful, passionate kiss.

She instantly melted into his kiss, putting her arms around his neck as he wrapped his around her waist, his hands resting on her firm white ass cheeks.

As he continued to kiss her, Mr. Barstow slowly walked her backward until she came up on his desk. With his hands under her ass, he lifted her up with his strong arms and set her down on the desk, the top of which he had kept clear for this very purpose.