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Subject: {ASSM} REPOST Bring your daughter to work week (2/4) f/FF, humil, etc,.
Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 18:10:10 -0500
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Bring your daughter to work week 2 cowgirl

Wednesday morning -

I awoke with my pillow between my legs, which was sopping wet. I
know, embarrassing, huh?

I pulled it up to my face as I whispered into my pillow
playfully. "So, who will you be, huh? Are you Betty? Or are you
the red head? Carla? Is that your name? If you do a good job Miss
Carla, maybe I'll squeeze my legs together and give you a little
treat.." I giggled as I stuffed the pillow back between my legs
as let my fingers play across my privates -

KNOCK - KNOCK

"Petra, are you ready for breakfast?" Mom's voice boomed, as I
scurried from bed and shed from my Pajamas  in a rush, face
blushing like mad.

"Coming mother..."


________


Somehow mom and I managed to get through breakfast without saying
so much as a word to each other. My head, and other parts, were
dizzy with the lurid secrets Edith had told me about!

After a two minute lecture, and my empty promise no how I
*really* would stay put this time, It took all of four minutes
after mom's left her office for me to sneak out and wonder the
halls.

I and saw one of the three women the UPS lady introduced me to,
sitting at a desk. The red head. She reminded of of mom a little
but I wanted to see if I had the nerve to goose her a little. My
head was spinning with how intimidated all those woman looked
when Edith said I *knew* what they did.

As I walked up to her...I became aware of another kind of
excitement inside me.

" Hi, your Carla, right? Remember me? From yesterday? " I said in
a cheery voice.

Clarla's eyes narrowed as she look up from her typewriter.

" Patty? " She said with a weary look, as if I was just another
chore. I was ecstatic, would I be her next chore? I so longed to
be, although I wasn't sure I'd have the guts to actually askher.

" Actually...it's Petra, but that's okay. I'm sorry about my mom
the other day. "

" So your mother's Lindsy McCelland, right? " Carla said
pointedly. I remember Edith didn't want to tell them who my mom
was, but they all saw mom come storming up yesterday,

" yeah... cat was outta the bag. "  I said with a friendly shrug,
hoping to get a sympathetic smile from her. I didn't want to be a
total bitch, and maybe I could make her like me so it wouldn't be
so...well...embarrassing.

" Well, your mother's well known around here. Do you want to
follow in her footsteps someday? " Carla asked quite seriously.

" Maybe....but I don't even know what she really
does....exactly..."

" Listen, it's a pretty busy day Patty, what can I do for you...?
"

Okay, this was it. I guess Edith's hint from yesterday was so
silly she wasn't even taking me seriously. Who could blame her,
I'm just fourteen after all.

I had to do this perfectly. if I asked too wimpy, she'd laugh or
blow me off. If I was too push I could get her pissed or...I
dunno what! I pursed my lips and sputtered  a speech my lips had
rehearsed in bed all last night in bed.

" Carla...I'd really would like-"

BUZZZZZZ!

Carla snatched up her phone. " Yes? Right away Mr. Weaver. "
Carla quipped as she fluidly rose from her red cushioned chair
and disappeared down the hall, leaving me standing there like a
dunce.

Shit! I didn't even rate a 'good-bye kid'. I had to be more like
that UPS lady. all confident and stuff. if was being waaaaayyy to
mousy. These 'service girls' were used to take charge business
women and men who barked orders at them all day.

I re pursed my lips when I saw Betty from across the room and
made a b-line towards her, but she spied me, got a sheepish
wilted look and disappeared into an elevator, doors slamming in
my face.

This wasn't going well at all.

What was I doing wrong? Were they not allowed to 'do' strangers
or underage girls like me? Was it because I didn't work here? But
Edith, the UPS lady didn't work here! Was it my breath? I felt
like a silly kid fooling myself. Then I saw Micky, wearing yet
another perky blue pant suit today. She looked so smug, I became
aroused and on impulse, I marched right up to her, determined not
to let her getaway!

Micky, it's me, patty! Shoot, I mean, Petra, from yesterday,
remember? " I said all in one breath from pure excitement and
total fear I'd make a fool of myself for the third time today!

" Well 'Patty-Petra', Nice to see you again. You kind of got
pulled away there before, huh?" Micky smiled. I wasn't expecting
her smile, and my shoulders fell in relief at her warm tone.

" Yeah, but that was, like, reeeeeeally embarrassing and my
mother was, like, a total dork and she...well....but that'snot-"

" ..why you came up to me?" Micky grinned. She seemed to always
be one step ahead of me, a twinkle in her eye. I couldn't figure
out if she was laughing *with* me, or at...

" Listen, Micky, can I ask you something?" I inhaled, trying not
to fidget.

"My name's Miss Barrlow, and yes, go ahead Patty-Petra!" She
twinkled again. No, she was definitely teasing me.

" It's just patty, I mean Petra! Shoot. Now I keep messing - oh
never mind! The POINT is....the other day, when that UPS lady and
we were talking, remember? Do you remember what she...like, what
she....uhm.....what she said?" There. it was out.

Miss Barrlow paused for a moment, talking my words in. I saw a
flash on her face, and all that smugness was wiped away in an
instant as she remembered. God it was so exciting that I caused
it! I knocked her right off her arrogant little stoop, I did, I
did!!!

Listen Petra, I've got a lot of work to do today..."

" Oh, I bet! " I said with a smirk of my own.

She looked up and I winced a little, as she now looked definitely
irked. No, not 'irked', just plane 'pissed'.

Petra, This isn't a game. I don't know what Edith told you,
but...Look.....you can't just....I mean.....How old are you? "
She asked biting her lower lip, deep in thought.

That again! " I'm 17. I'll be 18 in may!" I lied, as always. "
So, see? I'm almost an adult..."  I tried desperately.

" Your 17? I find that hard to believe. "

" But you gotta anyway. It's your job, huh? And Edith said if I
asked you, you'd eventually have to do as I ask..."  I bluffed,
my face brilliant red, knuckled white and clenched together in
blind panic if she said 'okay'.

" Your quite determined about this, aren't you? " She said as I
nodded eagerly. Micky Barrlow then spoke in a clear firm voice,
turning to a beautiful tall blonde girl in her twenties in a
bright green dress with boobs out to here, sitting a few feet
away along the hall.

" Petra, this is my daughter Candice. She's here for Bring your
daughter to work day too. Say hello Candice. " Miss Barrlow
firmly said. The blonde girl flashed a winning smile and waved me
hello. She looked like a collage girl and seemed so adult
compared to me.

I waved weakly back to her.

"She'd beautiful. *She's* your daughter? Listen Miss Barrlow?
It's none of my business, but...well.....Are you sure you *want*
your own daughter to...."  I whispered, awe struck by the sexy
looking girl.

Miss Barrlow waved me closer and whispered to me.

" No, Petra. I don't. Candice doesn't know what *all* my duties
entail, and, to be blunt, there's no way in heck she EVER will!
I've worked for here for twenty years, saving up just so she'll
have chances I'll never had. The right schools, right education.
I just brought her here to show what she'll be saved *from*.
She'll be more than her mother ever could be. She may have
started from a lower class family, but my Candice will finish a
winner Petra. "

looking at her I didn't doubt it, and felt embarrassed, cause
Miss Barrlow seemed, well,....kinda like a real person now.
Instead of a new toy.

" And I think it's quite selfish of you to ask of me what you
did, giving the example I'm trying to set for my own daughter!
Yesterday I'll do it, tomorrow I'll do it, but today I'm simply a
proud grateful mother, understand? " Miss Barrlow said fight the
tears in her eyes.

" Yes ma'am." I said feeling like a little stinker. " I'm
sorry..."

I shrugged to Candice, who now seemed like royalty compared to
me, and hurried off to pout and mope around the office some more.
I couldn't believe I'd embarrassed myself that way!

I could kick myself for not finding out from that UPS lady who
the other women who were service ladies were! I couldn't just go
around asking " are you one of those lades who give oral sex?" to
every respectable woman I ran across now, could I?

It was so frustrating! Where was that Edith when I needed her?

I spotted Betty and decided to follow her.  She walked down to a
caf downstairs, but all she did was eat lunch. This day was
staring to be a total bust! Plus I realized mom might be checking
back in, so I scurried back up to her office. On the way I had to
pass Miss Barrlow again, who shot me a friendly smile. I couldn't
imagine someone as cool as her sucking anyone off. She just
seemed so... committed.

" Hi Miss Barrlow.."  I said as I passer her.

" Hello Patty-Petra. " She winked. I was flattered by our little
inside joke now.

" Can I ask you something? But don't tell anyone I asked, okay?
Pretty please?"  I said desperately. She nodded as she continued
typing.

" Okay, this is really embarrassing and stuff...Is my mom....you
know...is she....?"

" No, your mother's NOT a service girl. Far from it in fact, if
that's what your asking! " Miss barrlow smiled back at me. I was
so fucking relieved, I wanted to hug her, but I didn't. I saw an
empty seat.

" Hey, where's your daughter?"

" Not sure. I think she's just making the rounds, like you..."
She said going back to typing.

" Oh and honey?" Miss Barrlow said before I left.

" Micky's fine. "

I smiled a wink to her and high tailed it back to mom's cubical,
pretending I'd been there for hours, but mom never showed. I
asked outside and a secretary said she thought mom might me in
orientation or something...whatever that was!

I went back into mom's office, closed the door and was still
frustrated. I looked around mom's office, but everything was
boring! I saw a cabinet full of dozens of cleaning uniforms, not
even my mom's size, but that was all. Curious. Did she man the
janitorial service?

I had a bit of a crush on Miss Barrlow now, and wished I was her
daughter. I think she liked me too. She let me call her Micky
now, too. I slid my hands into my pants as I laid my head down
and started at my mom's tiny little office. It was even smaller
than Miss Barrlow's cubical. But I thought mom was above those
kind of women?

As my fingers found their way into my panties, I fantasized about
what Miss Barrlow hugging me and stuff. I pretended she let me
move in with Candice, and Candice took me under her wing like I
was her little sister and stuff. Then I daydreamed Candice moved
away and got real famous and rich and stuff and made Miss barrlow
and me her personal servants! MY hand was now working in and out
of my secret places when I heard a knock on the door!

I fell off mom's chair in a panic as a secretary walked in,
almost catching me!

Oh, I'm sorry honey, I was looking for your mother! Wait, she's
in the mail room, I remember now. Could you go give this to her?
" The secretary handed me an folder.

" Uh...sure." I said rebutting my pants from under mom's desk.

" On, and honey, if the door's unlocked, know first." The
secretary said. I smiled, knowing exactly what she meant, and
scampered off downstairs with the folder.


As I walked up to the mail room door, and sure enough it was
closed.

But I didn't knock. The lights were off and I heard breathing. I
was able to sneak inside without being noticed. I was on all
fours as I listened and tried to make out who it was. I heard two
voices whispering to each other. I could see someone sitting in a
chair.

it was same guy. He was the heavy breather. I walked around
closer to him and same two women on the carpet. I tried to see if
it was Betty, but it wasn't her or Carla. I Knew it couldn't be
Micky.

Maybe another girl...?

I then saw a head bob up and down on the guys lap. The woman was
sucking on the guy's 'thing', I guess. She moaned a lot, but the
other woman kept talking to her.

I snuck a little closer, and I saw a pretty green dress, like
Candices. No. I snuck under a desk and through some boxes and
what I saw nest made me almost LOSE it --

There was my *own* mother, kneeling right next to Miss Barrlow's
daughter, Candice who had this guy's penis right into her mouth!
Mom sounded like she was coaching her or something. Telling her
to relax her throat mussels and stuff. Not to fight it or Candice
might gag. I couldn't believe it -- Why would Candice do this?

And wasn't *mom* supposed to be above all this?

My mom looked up and asked the guy if everything was 'okay', real
wimpy like, and I felt angry she was doing that, but I crept my
fingers into my panties as I watched, and diddled myself.

Soon the guy's...well...his 'stuff' was all over Candiecs' pretty
face as she huffed and puffed for breath. I stroked myself even
faster when I saw that and found myself thinking awful stuff like
' not so hot now, are we little miss collage girl?', as I became
more and more afraid of being caught while crouching so close
next to them, but I couldn't stop playing with myself.

I saw little gobs of the guys icky stuff sputtering from the
Collage girl's lips as she sputtered, yet tried to drink it down.
She looked sad and miserable. I guess she still didn't have her
mother's experience, and I was shocked to see my own mother
actually milking the rest of the guy's stuff from his penis,
wiping it on Miss Barrlow's daughter's dress.

I couldn't believe it, and I brought my fingers to my nose and
inhaled myself. My own smells. That's all I did when I played
with myself, not knowing what else to do. It never felt like
enough, but that was all I could think off,

and it seemed so...well......nasty!

Then I heard another woman's voice enter the room.

"Candice - how COULD you? " Micky flipped on the lights and
slapped her own daughter's face as the guy scrambled up,
embarrassed.

Micky, mom and Candice all looked suddenly looked panicked to
disrupt the guy and Miss Barrlow pleaded to the guy as he stood
up:

"Oh, Mr. Callow, please...I'm sorry. Please forgive me....Let me
make it up to you..." She begged until he finally barked at her:

"Chill out Micky, okay? I won't put it on report!" as he pulled
up his pants walked out, and slammed the mail room door.

"Candice...why? WHY? " Miss Barrlow asked Candice, who bitterly
spat: "What's the use mom? Standford turned me down. I'm flunking
all my courses at the junior collage. I...belong here. Miss %
told me everything.

Micky turned towards my mom and gave her a nasty look. "
...thanks a lot! "

Mom replied " I'm sorry...she just......she........" My mom
looked real embarrassed.

Then I became aware mom had somehow noticed me, as she suddenly
was started down at me, and hiking me up by my shirt!

"Well...this is the second time you've been were you're not
allowed, isn't it? " She said as she swatted my butt in front of
Miss Barrlow and candice. I died of embarrassment and cried my
eyes out like a baby all the way to the car.

As mom sped the car home, she was furious and told me off:

"Petra....what in god's name *were* you thinking?"

"Mom, you were on your knees back there. Your asking me that?"

"I was...training Miss Barrlow's daughter. It's my
responsibility. It a position I take pride in. My job is to break
in the new girls, like a 'den mother'. I know Miss Barrlow has
been telling herself for years Candice would escape her own fate,
but my boss has met with Candice dozens of times, and Candice
knows that she'll wind up like her mother, and this is her most
useful position in life...it's not for us to question! "

"But...Miss Barrlow is nice mom. I talked to her. "

"I'm sure you did honey. Miss Barrlow tells herself every day
she's an important secretary, but deep down she knows the ugly
truth that she's just another 'office mouth'. She pleases with
her tongue, like a obedient little puppy. It's all she's good
for, or all she believes she good for. amazingly, women like her
volunteer for the position. They lie to themselves that it will
take them up the ladder quicker. "

"Does it?"

" You tell me. Micky, Candice, dozens of women tell themselves it
will everyday, but their knees still ache and they need dental
work from all the bacteria that builds up from such demeaning
work. "

"It's a TRAP Petra. One I avoided, and one *you'll* avoid too, if
your smart! "

"Men, women, ALL the executives at our company use Miss Barrlow
like you and I use....a sink! But no matter how many tears she
cries or how much she swallows, she's knows it's all she's has to
contribute. All she's worth. And sadly Candice believe's this
too, and Miss Barrlow will come to accept her daughter's think as
little of herself as her mother does. "

"Geezz.....Momma...So, your like, a Pimp or something? "  I said,
tears in my eyes.

"CERTIANLY NOT dear. I train others, that's all. I supervise. You
see how I dress, in suits and such. Micky, Carla and the others
service girls....look *up* to me. I started out like them years
ago, but I've moved up into a management position. I deal with
the night staff too, and work on a whole different level than
these poor girls, believe me! "

"I knew it! I saw those uniforms in your closet! Your in charge
of all the janitors and stuff? " I said, wiping the tears from my
eyes, a little excited mom was in charge of something kinda
respectable.

"Yes, and it's a *very* important job Petra! This is what I meant
when I told you I was grooming you to follow in my footsteps. You
cold eventually be running this company someday young lady - IF
you spend less time monkeying aound on the mail room floor. "

'Like you?' I secretly thought, but didn't say ,as we drove home
into the night. 

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