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The interview was going well. She was smiling and flirting with the three dark suited partners. They were in their forties, extremely rich, powerful and relaxed. She was 23, a lovely, sexy thing, dressed in a smart but oh-so-sexy little skirt-suit, even though she was penniless, and aware that her resume was pretty thin. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 17 minutes; 3500 words

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‘Chloe, we need you in the boardroom in five. Freshen up and look your best please.’ J, over the intercom. Chloe’s heart pounds. All three of them - is this it - are they going to fire her? She feels her probationary week has been all over the place - the giggles, the forgetting things, the twisted stocking seams, her instinctive reactions against groping not always restrained. Her heart hammers as she renews her lipstick, mascara, powder, checks her little outfit, lastly pinching her nipples to stiffen them, so they show clearly through the gauzy blouse. They are seated in front of the board table, an a loose arc, relaxed. There is no chair for her. She stands, nervously in front of them, hands at her sides, uneasy. From nowhere, she finds herself dropping a little curtsey, lifting the tiny skirt yet higher, then giggling and flushing, having flashed her shaven pussy. This is the whole thing - she is so unsure of herself, while they are so cool, grinning at her calmly, while she tries to keep her knees from quivering visibly. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 12 minutes; 2500 words

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It’s sort of bizarre, that she’s so happy these days. But it’s a fact. She just is, waking up early, stretching herself like a cat, feeling the tone of her body, still feeling the tender places resulting from yesterday’s ’entertainments’ - but always remembering with a breathless cross between pleasure and guilt - somehow, she even enjoys the memories of her own humiliations. This morning, it is the mental image of herself yesterday afternoon; on all fours on a low table, face down, arse pushed high, skirt flipped up, thighs wide, hands weakly flat on the table either side of her head, hips grinding as she earnestly, humbly, sweetly begs for yet more flicks of the belt between her legs, proclaiming her willingness, her eagerness, her desperation to come in front of D and his two Japanese clients .. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 10 minutes; 2100 words

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It was a plum job. Her agency told her to go along, even though she told them she wasn’t going to get it. They knew something she didn’t, though - that, whatever they had written on the job description, the three partners of ADD (known to their closer associates as Abuse, Degrade and Defile) wanted a gorgeous young innocent, whom they could mould - and they thought Susan looked the part. They stood to get a large bonus if she was successful. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 33 minutes; 7000 words

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The skirts they buy are very short indeed, but absolutely gorgeous; flippy pleated ones, a tight, severe grey one with a flirty kick pleat and a slit in the side that would show a thong strap — or not. Outrageously high mules with a light platform. Many pairs of slinky thigh-high stockings with pretty lace details. A whole collection of sexy designer thong panties. The partners had suggested that Chloe be provided with a series of tight bustier/corsets, over which only pale crop blouses are to be worn — with one or two buttons only, or a tie front. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 19 minutes; 4000 words

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