Chapter 2

Charlene left the interview quite happy. She had the job and she couldn’t wait to get started. Amy had told her some more about the job and what she would be doing, but more importantly, Amy told her about the dress code and how her boss, Mr. Wiseman, expected her to look and act. Charlene really wanted to please him and show him that she would do whatever is required for her job. She was very grateful for the opportunity and wanted to do her very best.

So on the way home, she decided to stop at a trendy new fashion shop that had just opened up called Body Candy. She had seen some girls going in and out of it as she drove past it a few times and wanted to go in herself, but until now had no real reason to. She had heard they had rather skimpy and suggestive clubwear there and that some of the dancers at the local strip clubs shopped there for their outfits. She thought it might be a good place to find something to please her new boss.

She knew her closet at home had nothing like what Amy had described she should wear. Phillip was a pretty conservative type as was Charlene and her clothing reflected that. But things were different now, and she had to adapt to her new reality. A reality that had her acting and dressing like a whore and a slut. It would take some getting used to, but she was finding out that a part of her craved what Mr. Wiseman was offering her.

Charlene entered the shop and began looking at the dresses and other clothes. At first the risque fashions and smutty styles unnerved her. The very thought of her wearing such bawdy outfits in public made her blush. Still, she wanted to do well at this first job, even if it was more “adult” than working at the local fast food joint or waitressing at the local diner.

Besides, Mr. Wiseman had proven that working with him had some very interesting and appealing “perks”! She realized that even though she would be little more than an office concubine, the job paid good money – better than she could make elsewhere, he seemed to treat his employees well, and she wouldn’t have to worry about having an unsatisfied sex life anymore!

She thought about what Amy had told her about how Mr. Wiseman wanted her to dress: “You should always wear a dress or skirt. Pants are not allowed, Mr. Wiseman wants you to show off your legs,” Amy said, “Your dress or skirt shouldn’t be any longer than three inches below the crease of your ass, and shorter than that is even better.

“He likes us to show off our asses when we bend over to pick something up or lean over our desks. And if you wish to wear panties, make sure they are thong type or very tiny French-cut ones. I don’t wear panties at all unless it’s my time of the month. Mr. Wiseman likes to have access to us at all times, and you’d be smart to make it easy for him to ‘show his gratitude’ for your work.

“Up top, you should wear something sheer or tight so you can show off your very nice breasts. Mr. Wiseman enjoys copping a feel and admiring his girls, so displaying yourself will go a long way in his book. Just remember that you are always on display ... either for him, or for our customers.

Everything you wear is to show him, and remind you, that he owns you. Lastly, you are always to wear high heels, either pumps or sandals with narrow heels. No chunky heels and no flats. Your shoes should make your legs seem longer and sexier,” Amy had told her.

Charlene started by choosing a couple miniskirts that would show off her long legs. She tried a couple on to get the right size, then bought them a size smaller so they would be nice and tight. She liked how the fabric stretched taunt over her ass. With her miniskirts selected, she next went to find some tops and blouses that would accentuate her other charms.

Again she bought them smaller than she would normally wear so they formed to her and clung to her curves. One top was an almost translucent white blouse, so thin she could easily see her hand through the material. She smiled when she imagined what her tits and nipples would look like through it! unbuttoning it partway would leave a nice big opening so it showed lots of cleavage.

Being smaller and tighter, it pushed her tits together making the cleavage more pronounced. Her tits just about fell out of the blouse whenever she leaned over! She also selected another very tight blouse with a ruffled collar that fit her so closely that she had to keep a couple extra buttons unfastened. This only displayed her large tits all the more.

Charlene had never thought of her behind as an ass or her breasts as tits - that just wasn’t the way she was brought up or how Phillip wanted her to think of herself. But now that she was a slut, they seemed to be the natural, proper terms. Checking herself in the changing room mirror, she looked like the perfect slutty professional, displaying every curve of her voluptuous body and showing off a lot of naked flesh.

She hoped Mr. Wiseman would be very pleased with his new employee. After she had tried on all the clothes for fit, she left the dressing room and went to the shoe section to find some apporopriate heels.

She picked out a pair that would go with everything she had bought and went to the register in the front of the shop to pay for it all. Since it was a work expense, Mr. Wiseman had told her to put it on the account he had established so she wouldn’t have to worry about how to pay for all of it.

After she purchased the clothes and left the little boutique, she got a wicked little idea and went straight to the ladies room in the mall. Locking herself in the larger handicapped stall, she changed from her regular street clothes into one of the outfits she had just got for work. Then she stopped by the bathroom mirror to touch up her makeup and see how she looked.

What she saw in the mirror shocked her at first, but then as she looked she saw someone emerging that she really liked. She had transformed from the shy introverted and very conservative wife and homemaker, into this beautiful, sexy, and smoking hot sex kitten! And she liked her new look very much!

So, apparently, did others. As she strutted through the mall in her new clothes, she smiled at the whistles and comments that were being made about her looks. She liked all the male attention she was getting, and the looks of envy she got from the other women. She laughed to herself as men were getting punched in the shoulder by their wives for gawking, and how this one guy very nearly walked into the fountain not paying attention to where he was going!

Charlene had never been a show-off, but she was enjoying her new-found exhibitionist streak. It was all thanks to Mr. Wiseman and the opportunity he had given her to reveal a part of herself that she didn’t even know she had. She had to give him all the credit for bringing this butterfly from her cocoon.

Now she straightened whenever she felt a pair of male eyes ogling her body, instead of shrinking away and hiding behind her plain exterior. Her clicking high-heels helped to give her ass a very sensuous wiggle and announced that she was indeed here and proud of her new look.

It had been years since she had felt so alive and ... sexy. And she owed it all to Mr. Wiseman. She only hoped that she could give him something in return for all the wonderful changes he had made in her. Charlene welcomed the new look with open arms.

With her tits swinging and her ass swaying, she strutted out into the parking lot. After she had closed the door of the car, Charlene wasn’t able to stop her hands from frigging her wet snatch. Charlene had never been so horny in her entire life!

The next morning was her first official day of work. The alarm went off at 6:00 a.m. and Charlene jumped out of bed. Not only did she not want to be late for her first day of work, but she was very much looking forward to what Mr. Wiseman might have planned for her!

She took a long shower, playing with myself while she was there to relieve the already building tension and to make sure she was ready for him. She picked out her favorite of the outfits she bought the day before, a short white leather miniskirt and a semi-sheer white blouse.

She wore a half-cup bra underneath her bouse that would hold her tits out and let her nipples poke little tents in the filmy fabric. She had liked how she looked in this outfit in the dressing room when she picked it out and hoped it still looked as good on her.

She put her skirt of first wriggling her hips in order to get the tight garment up over her ass. Once it was on and she fastened the front clip, she smoothed out the skirt so it looked good. She marveled at how it fit like a second skin and showed every delicious curve. Next she put on her blouse.

When she stretched the too small blouse over her tits, she couldn’t hold back a gasp. They seemed to be so sensitive these days, especially when they were squeezed into such a tight top. Charlene giggled, when she saw her nipples poking desperately against the soft fabric. There would be no complaints about her nipples today. She finished by putting on her new heels. The six inch stiletto heels accentuated her long legs perfectly and they made her barely covered ass look perfect.

She finished dressing and then put on her makeup. Normally Charlene would use very little makeup, only some foundation and maybe a light color on her eyelids. but this was a new situation. She was to be a slut and a whore and so she wanted to look the part. She put it on heavier than she usually did ... more of a glamorous evening look.

With a heavy “smoky-eye” shadowing blending to shiny just under the eyebrow her eyes sparkled wonderfully. She applied a deep red lipstick with a gloss topcoat and a little more rouge than needed to bring out her rosy cheeks. Looking in the mirror afterwards she looked like a porn star! Exactly the way she wanted to look for her new boss!

Charlene got to the office early that day wanting to make sure she was all set and ready when he came in. Surprisingly, when she pulled into the parking lot, she saw that Amy’s car was already here and Amy was sitting inside listening to her radio. As Charlene pulled up next to her, Amy got out and was waiting to go inside with her.

“Hello, honey,” Amy said, greeting her warmly, “Mr. Wiseman had a feeling you’d want to get here early. He told me to be here for you to give you some help getting settled in. But first, let’s have a look at you.” Amy gave her the once over as Charlene slowly spun, showing off her outfit. Amy looked her outfit over with a critical eye, checking every detail of her appearance.

“I have to compliment you on your looks,” she said admiringly. Your skirt is nice and tight and short just like it should be. Would you bend over a bit, please?” Charlene did, keeping her legs straight, so the hem would slightly raise above her ass cheeks. “Perfect. I can already see from this angle, part of your ass cheeks are uncovered. Well done.

“Now remember, always keep your legs straight when bending forward. Mr. Wiseman may want to cope a feel. He likes an occasional squeeze or pinch or swat. Now let’s have a look at you from the front.” Amy came around and stood in front of Charlene as she remained bent over. Amy lifted her face up.

“Always hold your head high when bending forward. Look into his eyes and let him see how much it pleases you to serve him. This posture also provides an unobstructed view of those marvelous tits,” Amy said. “And speaking of tits, I see your top has a nice large cut-out. If, in bending over or something, one or both of your tits was to pop out, leave it naked. You may even let them fall out on purpose. Mr. Wiseman likes that a lot, especially if it seems to happen ‘accidently’.”

Amy looked at her with soft, warm eyes. “Can I tell you a secret, Charlene?” she asked.

“Sure, what is it?” Charlene asked.

“Well, I can only tell you this because I know you and I will be working together a lot. Mr. Wiseman likes to see his girls playing with each other. But last night, as I was laying in bed, I remembered how it was playing with you. I remembered how hot it was and how wonderful the orgasm was we shared. I ... um ... I played with myself last night remembering you,” she confessed.

“OHMYGOD! I did too!” Charlene said, giggling like a little schoolgirl. “I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know if it was right to say anything! Fact is, last night I came again just remembering it and fantasizing about the next time we get to play together!”

“Really? Well, I have to admit, you are one hot little slut. And you look very appetizing today in that outfit,” Amy said.

Amy was looking quite delicious herself, with half of her boobs spilling out of her low-cut dress and her perfectly formed legs. Charlene felt the urge to touch her, feeling up that voluptuous body, caressing that delicate skin. She hoped her and Amy would have an opportunity to play with each other again very soon. And the lustful way Amy was looking at her, Charlene knew she wouldn’t mind.

“Now stand up straight again, please,” Amy said, bringing Charlene out of her fantasy and back to here and now. Amy looked a bit concerned, when Charlene did as requested. “Okay, now push your shoulders further back. Keep in mind that you should always display your tits as best as you can ... there, that’s my girl.”

“I’ll remember,” Charlene said.

“Body language is very important for us, you know. And your body should always say, ‘Please use me. I need to get used so bad’. Which is very true, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Charlene sighed. It was more true than she probably could imagine. Well ... maybe SHE could.

“Now you will also need to learn two standard poses when you kneel in front of Mr. Wiseman. The first pose is generally used when you wait for him to use you. Here let me show you,” Amy said kneeling down in front of her, and sitting on her heels with her knees pressed together. The upper part of her body was straight, her shoulders back and her hands rested on top of her thighs, palms down. Her head was lowered, as if she was looking at the carpet in front of her knees. “Now you try it.” Charlene did, and instantly felt a wave of pleasure rushing through her.

It felt so wonderful, being so submissive. She only wished it was Mr. Wiseman sitting across from her. “Now the next one is nearly the same. It’s generally used after he’s through using you. Watch me,” Amy remained sitting on her heels, but now she spread her legs wide. Charlene could plainly see her glistening cunt lips. Amy was as wet as she was.

Amy raised her hands to clasp them behind her head, which was pointed upwards. She looked Charlene straight in the eyes, and Charlene could see the fire burning in them. “After Mr. Wiseman has used you, you should always keep eye contact so he can see how privileged you feel to be his sex-toy. Now you try it, please.” Amy said.

Amy stood now directly in front of her. To keep eye-contact, Charlene had to raise her head high, which made her position on her knees so much more obvious. She felt her juices running down her inner thighs.

Amy saw her leaking pussy and smiled at her. “That’s okay, honey. It just shows what a whore you are!” Charlene loved the sound of that word... “WHORE”. She was a whore – a hot submissive whore.

“You love being a submissive fuckslut, don’t you?” Amy asked, standing over her.

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Tell me, slut, tell me you are nothing but a worthless fucking cunt!” Amy suddenly seemed to have taken on a very dominant role. It made Charlene’s pussy quiver.

“I am...” she stammered, trying to form the words.

“Say it, whore!” Amy yelled. She reached down and grabbed her hard by the chin and held her face tightly as she glared at the kneeling girl. Charlene nearly came. She felt so weak and submissive with Amy towering her, looking down at her and giving her orders, abusing her.

“I am ... I am a worthless fucking cunt ... Oh God!” Charlene moaned loudly, a wave of hot pleasure rushing through her body, nearly making her lose my posture.

Then Amy knelt down beside her. “Isn’t it wonderful, how Mr. Wiseman can make us do such filthy, whorish things? It’s like he knows just what kind of sluts we really want to be for him!”

Charlene whimpered, “Oh God, yes. I just don’t know how long I can stand it. I’m so hot.”

She grinned. “Well, you better get used to it, cause this is how you will stay throughout the whole day, hot and horny and ready to be used. Mr. Wiseman wants us to be dripping wet and ready to fuck anytime he desires. He gets great pleasure in teasing us and keeping us right at the edge of madness with lust!”

Charlene once again recognized, how perfect Mr. Wiseman’s methods were. She would do anything to be allowed to please him. She knew she had to be as submissive as she could be to get Mr. Wiseman to use her and she really wanted him to use her in any way he wanted to.

She could feel her old self-imposed barriers falling away the more she thought about her new position as a company slut and a company whore. She was no longer Mrs. Phillip Duncan, the polite, conservative wife and homemaker. She was Charlene Duncan, the submissive whore and fucktoy to Mr. Tony Wiseman.

With her sister slut, Amy, Charlene had decided that she would do whatever Mr. Wiseman asked of her, and the more degrading and humiliating it was, the more she liked it. She loved being degraded and called all manner of offensive names. She loved performing filthy and debasing acts for him. She loved being constantly horny and dripping wet for his pleasure and use.