Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
“Yes?”
“M-Mr. Crown? It’s Penny.”
“Penny?”
“Your…your new girl?”
“Oh, right,” he laughs. “Yeah, get your ass in here, Penny.”
I’m starting to sweat as I reach for the door. But then I remember what he said before I left, and just before I enter, I quickly put my hair up. It’s messy, but it’s the best I can do right now. I step in and find Mr. Crown standing, holding what looks to be a glass of scotch or whiskey on the rocks, leaning against his desk. His eyes fix on me as I enter, his face unreadable.
“Close the door behind you,” he says. “And come here, let me get a look at you.”
I do as I’m told. I close the door and walk into the center of the room and stop before him. This is it, the moment of truth. If what Gretchen said was true, it could all end here. If he doesn’t like what I picked out for my outfit, or for his ties, he could fire me on the spot. The money I spent down at Saks is nothing to him. Not only is it a tax write-off, but the company made more than that while I was gone. Many, many times more.
“I-I got your ties,” I mutter, setting the boxes down on his desk and stepping back. “I think you’ll…like them…I hope.”
Mr. Crown simply stares at me, takes a sip from his drink, then smiles.
“You put your hair up.” All I can do is nod. “I’ll tell you what I do like.” He gestures at me, from my feet all the way up to my breasts. “So if your choice in ties is anything like your choice in what you picked out for yourself, I think they’ll be just fine.”
Again, that happy warmth returns to my chest. I try not to smile but can feel the corners of my lips turning upwards.
“Th-thank you, sir.”
Mr. Crown sets his drink down and steps closer, close enough that I can smell the scent of the product he put in his hair and the subtle hint of his scent behind his deodorant.
“No, thank you.” He smiles, letting his gaze travel up and down my body again before locking his eyes on mine. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
I open my mouth to speak but realize I don’t know how to respond to his question.
“I—”
“Shhh,” Mr. Crown interrupts with a finger to my lips. “Don’t you worry, sweetheart. I know you are. But that’s gonna change real soon.”
3
Jude
Look at her. What a beauty. There may be hope for this one yet. I sure hope so, because the last thing I want to do to Penny is fire her. In fact, I’d really like to keep her around the office for a while.
I mean, those curves are dangerous. I knew she had something sexy going on underneath those clothes she wore in, but it’s more than obvious no one has taught this girl how to dress and show off what she’s working with. In her new outfit, she’s an absolute goddess. My bulge is threatening to tear out of my pants, and I’m practically foaming at the mouth like a hungry dog as I rake her physique one final time with my eyes as she stands before me, so helpless, so innocent…
“How much secretarial experience do you have?” I ask her. My question seems to jolt her like a punch to the gut or an electric shock. She’s scared of me. I guess I have that bitch Gretchen to blame for that.
“N-none,” she stammers. “Sir.”
“None?” She shakes her head, obviously ashamed. I thumb the buzzer on my desk. “Carlos, get in here.”
Her face goes pale. Seconds later, the doors to my office open and Carlos pokes his head in. “Yes, sir?”
“How did a girl with zero secretarial experience get this job?”
“Well, sir, you went through the rest of the applicants so quickly,” he replies. “And while she may not have any job experience, Penny here had fantastic high school grades and was offered a full ride to NYU—”
“High school?” I turn my eyes back to Penny, who now looks ready to run out of the room. “You haven’t even finished college yet?”
She shakes her head. “No, sir.”
“How old are you, Penny?”
“Eighteen, sir.”
My cock twitches, and my testosterone levels rise to dangerously absurd levels.
“You can go, Carlos.”
“Yes, sir.” Carlos slips out, closing the door behind him. My cock stiffens to full mast as I hear the latch click, signifying that Penny and I are completely alone. The clothes she picked out at Saks are absolutely perfect on her. The skirt hugs her thighs and hips just right, showing off a breedable physique that makes me want to bend her over my desk and pump her little pussy full of my seed before sending her off to do the rest of her work for the day.