Cassandra Ch. 02
Keywords: 02, Ch., Cassandra,
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The days and weeks seemed to fly by. My new position at Barnes and Bidwell was a dream come true. It provided me with a cute income to cover my personal expenses (Melissa took care of most everything), exactly fit my bubbly, flirtatious personality, and offered me unlimited opportunity to meet - and have - men!
Melissa did everything in her power to reinforce my bizarre new lifestyle as a nymph. We went to the salon every week and Melissa made certain every thing about me, from the crown of my hair to the tips of my long, curving talons, was perfect. About a month after my "coming out", Melissa took me back to Michelle for another treatment. I was overjoyed with my bigger titties, swelling hips and tush, prominent cheekbones and bee-stung lips. "Don't get too fond of this size, My Love," Melissa cooed. "You are going to be a LOT bigger!"
She dressed me each morning, taking great delight in fastening my corset around my torso and lacing my already-slender waist down to a handspan. My lover personally selected the outfit I would wear, making sure I wore only the sexiest, most shamelessly revealing dresses, skirts, blouses and suits with stockings and five- and six-inch stiletto heels. She would stand over me at the vanity and lovingly direct me to paint and primp in a style befitting a Trailer Trash Tart, reminding me of all the effort she had gone to transforming me into her "little slut" and that I had to look and act the part.
And act the part I did. I played the "office bimbo" to the hilt. I flirted with all the men, flashed plenty of boobflesh, wiggled my hips suggestively as I walked by, and traded less-than-subtle sexual innuendoes. When the bolder ones fondled my nearly-bare boobies or firm, rounded ass, I cupped my hands over theirs, partially closed my heavily-made-up eyes and let out a sigh of contentment.
It didn't take long for word to spread around the office that the new receptionist was very "receptive". The storeroom really DID get a workout - as well as a few private offices. I was always "saving my pussy for my lover", but only too willing to give them a blowjob or bend over and take it up the ass. In no time I had all the men wrapped around my little finger. They were SO nice and considerate to me and all the other girls; I "suggested" they had better be if they wanted to go "In Conference" with me.
I didn't hesitate to "kiss and tell", relating my amorous adventures to my girlfriends. They gave me no end of good-natured "grief" over the wanton slut I had become. Even so, they demanded every last, juicy detail of my trysts. I suspected they were living vicariously through me, reveling in forbidden passions and pleasures they wouldn't dare pursue themselves.
"I can't believe Melissa lets you get away with this," Suzie clucked, looking me up and down with mock disapproval.
"LETS me," I replied with a wink. "She MAKES me!"
"It's as though she is TRYING to turn you into a whore," Gayle observed. "Is that what you want?"
I smiled, lowered my heavily made up eyelids, re-crossed my stockinged legs with a slight rasp, and slowly, expressively thrust out my swelling breasts. My hard nipples showed plainly through the thin, shiny fabric of my blouse. The eyes of every male in the cafeteria were on me.
"Never mind," Gayle sighed. "I think I got the idea."
"But have you noticed how well-behaved all the guys have been towards us lately," queried Gwen. "I haven't had even a HINT of a lewd advance in weeks."
"Of course not! They're getting all the pussy they want, thanks to our little strumpet here," chirped Beth with a wink. "And we get to hear all about it afterwards. It's almost like being there!"
I suppose it was inevitable that Grace would call me into her office one day for "a little chat". She was very cordial as she ushered me into her office, shut the door, and offered me a chair next to hers. She appraised me carefully, taking in my dazzling hair, full, firm boobies, tiny waist, blood-red talons, full, flaring hips, and outrageous makeup and attire with a long, leisurely sweep of her gorgeous green eyes. She smiled demurely.
"My, my, Cassandra, you certainly are...DEVELOPING nicely. I couldn't help but notice how provocatively you have been dressed and made up lately. You have become such an exquisite, exotic creature in such a short time. I can just IMAGINE what all the men think, with you looking the way you do. You haven't been receiving any UNWANTED advances, have you?"
"No Ma'am, not a one."
"Good! I would be furious if one of them tried to take advantage of you against your will - and in the office to boot! The company simply cannot condone that kind of behavior. I have been fully expecting to have to discipline some miscreant who stepped out of line with you. Even with our strict guidelines, someone is always getting out-of-hand. Actually, quite the opposite has occurred.
You seem to have an incredibly calming influence on the men in the office. They have been exceptionally well-behaved with ALL the women since your arrival. They are polite, courteous, even gentlemanly. I simply cannot fathom what has gotten into them. It's almost as though they were all 'getting laid' on a regular basis. You wouldn't have any idea what has gotten into them, would you?"
"No Ma'am, I haven't a clue."
"No, I didn't think so. Still, our productivity and office morale are WAY up, compared to before you began working here. Perhaps it is just the way you 'dress up' the office that inspires them. Whatever it is, keep up the good work.
In fact, you might be in a position to help this company immeasurably. I have received so many glowing compliments about you from our visitors. Many of them are important, influential executives from companies we do business with. These are men of considerable power and stature in the business community, men who are accustomed to being treated with respect and consideration. So much depends on keeping them satisfied with the attention to detail our company provides. In today's business climate, that not only means millions of dollars in revenue, but sometimes the difference between survival and failure. You understand what that means, don't you Cassandra?"
"Yes Ma'am. It means everyone's jobs would be on the line."
"You are so BRIGHT! I knew you were a perfect fit for this company the minute I laid eyes on you. As I was saying, we need to keep these men happy. As is the case with other corporations, we provide certain... amenities and creature comforts for our special guests to let them know we do not take their patronage for granted. A little pampering here and there is not too much to provide, in view of the potential returns. We maintain a hospitality suite at the Ritz Carlton to relieve them of the necessity of securing their own accommodations - which would almost certainly be less convenient or less comfortable. We also maintain a chauffeured limousine at their beck and call.
Cassandra, I want to assign someone from the office to act as a kind of 'special liaison' to these VIP's when they visit us. I want someone who is attractive, intuitive, personable, a real 'people person' who has an instinctive feel for the wants and needs of our special guests and the ability to satisfy them. I thought of you immediately. Your duties as a receptionist make you a perfect choice. We will just...expand your duties a bit.
You will accompany our guests around the company, making sure they are comfortable and their needs are attended to, escort them to lunch or perhaps dinner - at company expense, of course. Naturally, we will arrange coverage at the reception desk in your absence and provide you with suitable compensation, should your services be required after regular business hours. The most important matter is to give your undivided attention to our clients' needs. Of course, I would NEVER ask you to do anything that was against your principles, but if you could, uh, satisfy any of their requests which you deem... REASONABLE, this company would be GREATLY appreciative."
"You can count on me, Ma'am."
Grace beamed a brilliant smile. She stood and offered me a hand up.
"Splendid! I knew I could. Oh, and one more thing. PLEASE don't call me Ma'am; it makes me feel like an old woman. My name is Grace."
Her hand lingered on my arm, then slid down. She gently caressed the back of my hand with her polished fingernails. I shivered ever-so-slightly at her touch, stepped forward, pressed my body against hers, guided her arms around me, then placed my hands delicately on her lapels. "Whatever you say...Grace," I murmured softly.
I segued comfortably into my new duties. Grace would let me know a day or two in advance when a particularly important visitor would be in the office and require my "special attention". I made certain my hair, makeup, and nails were extra-special attractive that morning, then slipped into an especially-alluring outfit that showed off my charms fetchingly. I would greet our guest in the foyer and give him the "star treatment", beaming my most radiant smile, hanging on his every word, fetching him coffee and Danish, escorting him to his meeting.
A "business lunch" became almost de rigueur on these occasions. It might be expected that Grace or one of the managers would attend such a luncheon, but usually it was only the VIP and me; a chance for him to reflect on the proposals that had been presented, and for me to 'clarify' the company's position. I would make reservations at some very swank restaurant and ordered an excellent wine or champagne to accompany our meal.
More often than not, I got pretty tipsy and snuggled up close to my "host". Without fail, his hands would begin to roam my body, causing my breath to quicken and my nipples to stand straight out. I would rub his swollen member through his pants, tell him how proud I was of my company, how important his continued business was to us, and was there ANYTHING I could do to make his stay more pleasurable? It was amazing how often - and how fast - we wound up back at the Ritz "in conference".
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