Male Secretary

     Jeff had not done a bang-up job on the Crenshaw report.  In fact,
old Mr. Crenshaw had raked Jeff's boss, Charla, over the coals for the
report, and she was ready to bite nails when she called Jeff into her
office.  Charla told him in no uncertain terms to shape up or get the
hell out.  He nodded in agreement, but it was obvious he wasn't
particularly concerned. The next day she called him back into her
office.  "Sign this, Jeff, it's an amendment to your employment
contract," she told him. Jeff looked it over quickly, noting some
wording about "employer satisfaction" and "specific instructions", and
scrawled his signature at the bottom.  Charla took the original, tossed
him his copy, then laid down the law.  Jeff's jaw dropped further and
further down as he listened.

     "Okay, you putrid little self-centered worm, here's the rules of
the road from now on.  First, no more long lunches for you.  If you
want to leave for lunch, you'll get my approval first."  With this she
opened a desk drawer, pulled out a small pair of panties and a pastel
green skirt, and tossed them into Jeff's lap.  "That is, unless you
really want the guys at Ken's Hot Dog Heaven to get a good look at your
legs.  That's right, Jeff.  Put these on, as of now that's the dress
code for your position according to Clause 12C of the contract you
signed."

     Jeff looked frantically through the paper until he found the
clause -- to his horror he realized that the wording gave her the right
to specify every single piece of clothing that he wore at the office.
He looked toward her office door, then back at the skirt, then back at
his boss.  She gave him a cold smile and he realized she meant for him
to change right in front of her. "Here?  Now?" he squeaked.  "Right
now," she growled, "and I don't like delays!"  Jeff sat down and took
off his shoes, then unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor.
He folded them and put them on the chair, then took another hesitant
look at Charla before picking up the panties.

     Jeff turned his back to his boss as he lifted one leg to put the
panties on, his body burning with embarrassment.  That feeling
increased when Charla reached over and fondled his ass.  He stopped
moving in shock, acutely aware of her hand on his ass, her nails
grazing his asshole.  She squeezed his hind cheek once, hard, then
patted him and told him "Nice ass -- move it a little faster, though."
Jeff quickly pulled the panties on, shoving his slowly growing cock
down to fit in the front of the thin material.  Now came the skirt, and
he tugged the unfamiliar garment around his waist as he gulped and
turned around to face his boss.  He was more nervous than he could ever
remember.

     Charla looked long and hard at him, making a pointed face at the
lump in the front of his skirt.  "Not great," she commented, "but then
again you aren't strutting your stuff at the Kozy Kitten Klub -- at
least not yet."  She laid the law down firmly.  "All right, sweet
cheeks, if you like getting a paycheck here's how you'll do it from now
on.  Every morning you come into my office and find your outfit for the
day.  You put that on and leave your other clothes in here.  I've got a
private door connecting our offices so you don't have to go through the
outer office -- that is, unless you really *like* the way you look.
Understood so far?" Jeff nodded glumly.

     "Pay attention, prick, there's more," she commanded.  "You're free
to come and go as you like, but your 'guy' clothes stay in my office
until I tell you to put them back on.  If I need something done in here
you jump, and that means you work for anyone else I have in here.  Got
that?"  Jeff shook his head in agreement, and Charla's mouth curled in
something that could almost have been a smile.  "All right, get out of
here, I can smell you a mile away -- tomorrow you better wash yourself
better or you'll have to start buying the panties!"

     Jeff went back to his desk, the skirt constantly brushing the
backs of his legs as a reminder of his position.  Once he sat down, he
was able to put the weirdness of his position out of his mind and
concentrate on his work.  While he was rewriting the report, adding
some of the details that old man Crenshaw had gotten mad about, one of
Charla's secretaries came into his office.  He nodded at her as she put
some papers on his desk, and watched her from the corner of his eye as
she bent over to get some materials from a file cabinet on the wall.
She had a nice-looking ass, and Jeff's erection came back as she
rummaged in the files. He looked away quickly when she straightened up
and came toward his desk.

     "Ms. Carmichael says you've got some matters that need extra
attention," the woman told him as she came around the desk to look over
his shoulder.  Jeff thought it was nice of his boss to send him some
help, but his pleasure turned to surprise when she knelt by his chair
and reached around to rub his cock under the skirt.  Jeff started to
stammer an objection, but the secretary told him "Now, now, we wouldn't
want to go against the boss's orders, would we?"  He swallowed hard at
that, and she continued, "Why don't you go ahead with what you were
doing while I take care of this for you."  Jeff leaned forward and
attempted to focus on his report, but it was terribly difficult as the
woman reached into his panties and started playing with his cock with
one hand while rubbing his balls with the other.  He found himself
breathing hard, but as he started rising toward an explosion she
squeezed the base of his cock and held it until the feeling went away.

     Jeff's productivity went from marginal to zero as she continued to
toy with him, bringing him to the verge of cumming three more times
before his intercom rang.  It was his boss, and she wanted to see him
now.  "And bring Marlyn with you," she added. Jeff tried vainly to get
his erection to go down when he stood up, but his overstimulated cock
was so sensitive he was afraid touching it himself might cause a mess,
and he felt sure Charla would not approve.  When he and Marlyn went
into Charla's office, she took one look at him and a stern grimace came
over her face.  "Just look at you, Jeff.  What kind of image is that
for a professional?"  She glared at his offending hard-on.  "It looks
to me like you need some lessons in how serious I am about work here,"
she continued.  "Drop your skirt and lean your hands against the wall."
 Jeff looked vainly at Marlyn, who just gazed at him coolly.  With no
help from that quarter, he pulled his skirt down, stepped out of it,
and placed his hands against the wall.

     When her palm hit his ass, Jeff yelped loudly.  He couldn't help
it.  Charla swatted him again, hard slaps alternating from side to
side, the flimsy panties no protection against the pain. Unfortunately,
his erection didn't seem to care -- the more his ass burned, the harder
his cock became, until it was poking obviously out of the top of the
panties.  "Well, Jeff," Charla said when she saw his state, "I guess
that wasn't the right lesson for you.  Get down on your back -- and
take off those panties before you mess them up!"  Jeff hurried to obey,
squirming at the feel of the rough carpet on his abused ass.

     His boss stood over him, revealing to his anxious eyes that she
wore no panties under her skirt.  "The first thing we need to do is get
rid of that distraction," she told him, "and while I take care of that,
you can take care of Marlyn here.  Jeff quit staring up Charla's legs
long enough to realize that the secretary had hiked up her skirt and
pulled off her panties, and before he could protest she knelt over him
and pressed her damp cunt over his mouth and nose.  He jerked his head
from side to side until she let up the pressure enough for him to
breathe. "Do me good, prick!" she snarled at him, and started rubbing
herself over his nose.  Jeff stuck out his tongue and started licking,
as he felt a hand grab his cock and toy roughly with his balls.  He
heard his boss say "Now we'll see if this is worth what we're paying
you," and gasped as she shoved his prick inside her.

     He started to enjoy the feeling -- so tight, so slick, until
Marlyn grabbed him by the ears to remind him of his other duty. He
probed her pussy as she quit sliding around on his face, tasting her
tart juices and reaching around with a free hand to find her prominent
clit.  She started wiggling as he rubbed it, her juices running down
his cheeks.  Charla scraped her nails around his balls as he felt her
hot cunt squeezing around his shaft.  She was moving torturously
slowly, but Marlyn's demands on his attention kept him from being able
to thrust his hips the way he needed to.

     He worked his tongue harder than he ever had worked with his few
girlfriends, but Marlyn only shook harder as she squeezed his head
between her thighs.  Meanwhile, his boss had taken him to the edge of
orgasm three or four times, stopping suddenly and squeezing the base of
his cock, before she finally had her orgasm.  She came in spasms so
strong that they actually hurt his cock inside her, and just at that
moment Marlyn finally came, giving his tongue some relief.  He started
to thrust his hips up, but found himself pumping against air as his
boss quickly got off his cock, leaving it wet and sticking up in the
air.  As Marlyn joined her, she told Jeff sternly to put his clothes
back on and go finish his work.  Somehow he managed to tuck his hard,
sensitive prick back into the panties and walk stiff-legged back into
his office.  He heard the muted sounds of laughter from the door behind
him.