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A HIGH SCHOOL REUNION 
OF DIFFERENT SORTS
(M/F, Slavery, Humiliation)

Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
cse1986@rocketmail.com

*****
Do you like my story?  So, what is it that you like then?  The
one thing that you really like the most?  
Please let me know:  cse1986@rocketmail.com (That's the only
pay-off in writing, really...!)
***** 
Cindy waited nervously in the meeting room overlooking the Hudson
River   she was excited at the opportunity to get an attractive
new job, and finally leave behind the salary of a junior
employee, but in all honesty, she hardly knew anything about
Akatia Chemical.  It was such a secretive, small firm; she had
not been able to find anything at all about them on the internet
or in any other source.  Strangely enough, it hadn't even been a
headhunter who'd contacted her for the interview   the head of
Human Resources, a woman named Linda Schneider, had contacted her
directly.  Cindy had no idea how they'd found her.  After all,
she'd been working at a giant PR firm since she graduated from
college, and she doubted she'd made enough impact in just 3 years
to pop up on the radar screen of any employer...

But this was not the only strange thing:  She'd immediately
noticed how wantonly the receptionist was dressed when she'd
walked into the office located on the 32nd floor.  The couple
women she'd passed by as she was led to the meeting room were the
same   they looked like total office tarts, dressed to entice and
please their no-doubt old and horny bosses.  If this was such a
male-oriented, chauvinistic place, Cindy could never work here: 
She knew full well she was hot, and there was never any shortage
of guys chasing her, there had never been.  But she was tired of
being taken for a dumb blond, and ever since she'd graduated from
college parties into the work-place, she'd made sure to do her
best to be taken seriously.  Her current company was ultra
conservative and buttoned-down; she could not recall seeing a
single woman with a mini-skirt or a man with a loose tie...  And
that was perfectly fine for her   she could always put on the
short skirt and the little black dress on the weekends to go
clubbing, and have boys falling all over themselves for her. 
That was innocent fun, but at work she would rather be the
serious Cindy...

She'd been waiting for quite some time since she was escorted
into the meeting room, which was starting to border on being
disrespectful in her view   she took another sip from the strange
drink they had given her, the bottle was almost finished by now.
It was a neon-green colored thing, tasting like fruit-flavored
water, except that she could not place which fruit at all.  The
slutty-looking receptionist had explained that this was one of
the leading products of Akatia Chemical and Cindy should try it.
Cindy had opened the bottle, figuring it was a good idea to
familiarize herself with the product  after all, she figured they
were looking for some in-house PR work to push their products,
which was why she must have been contacted, even though they had
not even specified that...

The door opened, and in walked a woman who looked to be in her
early forties.  She was dressed nothing like the little tarts
Cindy had seen earlier   she wore a pure black power-suite with
pants.  She was tall and fit   even seemed to have some rather
firm biceps.  Cindy was religious about hitting the gym herself,
and did everything she could to maintain her impressive figure,
but she never understood these women who tried to build big
muscles like men.  It was fair to say she did not like the woman
too much at first glance.

"Hi, I'm Linda Schneider" the woman said, extending her hand.  

"Thank you   I'm Cindy Cooper" the younger woman replied as they
shook hands   Ms. Schneider had a firm grip to say the least...

"Alright then   I will be handling your training..." 

Cindy was taken aback:  "Excuse me" she cut in.  "I am here just
for an interview...  I haven't accepted any offers from you
yet..."

Linda Schneider took a seat and leaned back, with a wide, thin
smile on her face.  

"Well, have you been drinking our very special Akatia Juice?  The
bottle seems empty..."

"Well, yes, it tastes... peculiar..."

"You drank the juice, you've taken the job..." Linda said
matter-of-factly.

Cindy had no idea what the woman meant but she was growing
concerned that this was going to be a very short interview
indeed...  The job could be good and the pay could be even better
perhaps, but there was no way she was going to deal with a
bitch-on-wheels like this one, or work among a bunch of office
tarts...

 "What's the job anyway?" she asked, making sure her tone
revealed her annoyance.

"Well..." the older woman spoke, but before she could finish, the
door to the meeting room opened just half-way, and a young man
stuck his head in:

"Hi there Cindy..." he said with a grin.

Cindy's eyes opened wide   she couldn't believe it:  It was Jack
Reed.    He looked as he did in high-school and judging from the
grin plastered all over his face, he had to be the same
obnoxious, arrogant jerk that Cindy remembered only too well  
he'd dated and screwed many of the best-looking girls in Crawford
High as she recalled, but still could not get into Cindy's pants
no matter how much he'd tried.  She was the big prize of course,
she knew that...  She'd posed for some innocent pictures in a
teen fashion magazine, an amateur attempt at modeling, which had
not lasted, as she had no desire to spend the rest of her life
doing something totally brainless.  But it had apparently been
enough to catapult her to the top of the boys' fantasy list in
high school...  And that had made her a must-score in Jack's eyes
of course, no matter how much she resisted his forceful passes -
Cindy was hardly impressed with Jack's daddy's money, his
expensive car, or the insufferable class-clown act...  Not to
mention what a mean-spirited bastard he could be when he didn't
get his way.   She'd learned months later that Jack had glued
copies of her magazine pictures all over the boys' stalls in the
toilets, so that everyone could jerk off to her pictures in
between classes...

And she remembered only too well how Jack and his cohorts had
ganged up on her boyfriend one time, and beat the crap out of him
  they'd fractured poor Josh's right arm, he had not been able to
play guitar in his garage band for the rest of the school year. 
Perhaps other girls would have found such chauvinistic behavior
beastly sexy...  Cindy had instead took up the cause, and made
sure Jack had gotten a lengthy probation - only another sizeable
donation from daddy had saved him from getting thrown out of the
school entirely...  If there had been one amusing thing that came
out of the sordid story, it was Jack's father finally having a
fit and selling his son's hot little BMW to finance the new
donation:  For once, Jack was the butt of all jokes....  

"Hi Jack" she managed to utter in surprise, barely making an
effort to hide this was an unpleasant encounter indeed   "I
haven't seen you since graduation - so, you work here then?"

"Oh, yeah..." Jack replied with a smirk.   "Great fuckin' company
  my father's one of the shareholders...  We're doing real
cutting edge chemistry stuff here...  I'm in the finance side of
things..."

"That's nice..." Cindy replied politely...  

"Well, I just popped in to say hi...  I'll leave you gals to
it... but hey, gotta say, you're still every bit the hot little
piece of ass that you were in high-school!"

Cindy was left with a hanging mouth at this incredibly rude
comment but Jack was gone as fast as he'd showed up...

She started collecting her handbag - "Well, this is nice, but I
hardly have any interest in chemistry..." she explained to Linda
Schneider with mock politeness.

"The job has nothing to do with chemistry, young lady" Linda cut
in exasperatedly.  "And Mr. Reed will be your new boss..."

Cindy looked at the woman with wide, infuriated eyes   it would
have been humiliating enough to have one of her high school
classmates as her boss; but a pig like Jack Reed?  An
insufferable, obnoxious asshole like Jack, who did not appear to
have improved one bit attitude-wise since his teens...?  Hell
would freeze over first.

"Don't be so surprised - Mr. Reed asked for you by name..." Linda
noted with an amused look.  "He does need a new secretary   after
all men in this Company have a tendency to tire off their little
secretaries all too often...  Mr. Reed just worked his way
through a pretty latina straight out of college..."

Cindy got up in pure outrage, not even the least bit amused with
this offensive attempt at a joke...  She could not believe this
bitch would dare ask her to be a secretary!  Jack Reed's
secretary!

"Sit your ass down" Ms. Schneider barked   and Cindy found
herself doing exactly that...

She hadn't wanted to do that.  She wanted to get up and leave. 
So, she made another attempt to get up, step away, step out, and
leave...  But her mind suddenly had a mind of its own and
wouldn't listen.  Barely contemplating not obeying this woman's
orders was enough to inject her heart with sharp fear...   She
had to be obeyed...

"I... I have to go..." Cindy mumbled a few words but she was cut
short:

"Shut up slut" Ms. Schneider barked again.   "I told you   you
drank the Akatia Juice, you took the job..." she smiled even
wider...  "Now, for your training..."

*****

3 months later, a young woman entered the elevator of the
skyscraper.  She was immediately the center of attention of men
in the crowded lift.  Her tight and small clothes left little to
imagination, the heavy make-up and perfume called for even more
attention.  She would have been noticeable even from a distance
given the pink color she chose for her clothes and the towering
heels she had on.  The girl was drinking out of one of those
Akatia Juice bottles but most men could have figured she was yet
another one of the trollops working on the 32nd floor anyway;
indeed many would have wanted employment there just for that
reason, if they could get a grip on what those guys were actually
doing...  

The mirror in the elevator reflected Cindy, and the sight she
presented made her quiver in humiliation as usual   she looked
like a total slut.  A slut with a minor pretense of having put on
an office outfit.  Her silk, pastel-pink skirt barely reached
mid-thigh, just enough to cover the tops of her white see-through
stockings but the sexy garter-belts would surely be visible when
she dared sit.  The form-fitting sweater she wore on top matched
the skirt's pastel pink but pushed out her sizeable breasts
almost obscenely   one could even make out the details of her
lacy bra underneath.  The pink make-up was in tune with the
ensemble, while the shiny black four-inch stilettos contrasted
merrily.   

Her hands instinctively made it to her neck and touched the
collar   it fit snugly enough to always remind her it was there.
The collar was made of soft, classy black leather with silver
dots lining at the top and bottom.  What really humiliated the
young woman was the fact that her name was printed in silver
block letters at the front: "CINDY"   anybody could read it... 
And it was appropriate for a pet.  Nevertheless, she hoped nobody
would ever get to see what was printed at the back of the collar,
hidden by her long blond hair:  "PROPERTY OF AKATIA CHEMICAL"...
It left no doubt about Cindy's new status...

She realized in utter dread that every man in the elevator was
checking her out, as they did every morning.  Most made a polite
attempt at concealing the way they were stripping and raping her
with their eyes, but not all:  The janitor standing behind her
was openly grinning and gawking   she feared he'd try to get a
feel, which had happened on a couple occasions before.   Her face
was lit up red with embarrassment and she wanted to flee right
then; standing there like that, like a shameless office tart and
a tasty delight for all these men...  It was just too much to
take   yet the conditioning was so strong, she could hardly fight
it.  Merely contemplating to get off on the next floor and never
make it to Akatia Chemical was enough to send darts of fear
through her heart.   She knew she'd explode in anxiety if she
barely attempted at insubordination.  So, she fixed her eyes on
the floor at once, trying to hide her humiliated face even as the
men around her stared at her upside and down and the few women on
board looked at her with a clear disdain...

The phone rang as soon as she made it to her desk   it was Linda
Schneider.  The time was only 7:30 in the AM, so none of the
bosses were around yet, but the evil bitch even beat the
secretaries to the office in the mornings.  Cindy was summoned to
her office at once, and she headed that way with dread.  It was
never good to be called to Ms. Schneider's office, especially in
the mornings.

She knocked on the door, had to wait a long while as usual, and
was finally called inside.  Ms. Schneider was at her desk,
leaning back on her chair.  

"Good morning slut..." Ms. Schneider greeted the young woman  
Cindy felt her blood rising, but she'd helplessly learned to take
insults from Ms. Schneider's sharp tongue...

"Thank you ma'am" she replied subserviently.

"Yes   a good morning.  But you've been a bad girl, and you shall
be punished"!

 "What have I done wrong ma'am?" Cindy asked in a fearful, whiny
tone she could not suppress.  Punishments from Ms. Schneider had
been a permanent fix of her training and she hated submitting to
the painful, mortifying spankings   almost as much as Ms.
Schneider obviously enjoyed administering them.

Linda Schneider was up already, and swinging her feared crop in
the air.  

"You've left the gym early last evening   I get an automatic
warning from the gym whenever one of my girls doesn't complete
her program   we give airheaded office sluts like you a little
slack, and you immediately try to avoid your duties ... You need
to be reminded that it is an absolute requirement to keep in
tip-top shape for your Boss..."

It was true   Cindy had left early.  All secretaries had to
attend gym religiously and maintain perfect form, which was not
ordinarily a big torment for such a fitness fanatic as Cindy,
except that now she had to do it not for herself, but to please
her superiors...  For the first time in months, she'd cut the
cardio short, because she was exhausted and wanted to go home  
this of course was more than enough for punishing a lowly
secretary at Akatia Chemical...

"Assume the position" Ms. Schneider barked angrily, and Cindy did
as she was told at once, despite her embarrassment.  She leaned
at the waist and laid her upper body on Ms. Schneider's heavy oak
business desk and quickly unzipped her skirt, letting it fall on
the ground.   Her breasts were crushed underneath her and her ass
was already shivering from the cool air it was unexpectedly
exposed to.  

Ms. Schneider appreciated the sight before her, but moved on
quickly   she kicked Cindy's legs apart, making sure she fully
stepped out of her slutty little skirt.  The girl was wearing a
thong of course, as was required, and this would leave her ass
exposed nicely for Ms. Schneider's blows...  Not fully content,
she pushed up Cindy's tight pink sweater up, too, and could
barely hold her chuckling when she was presented with Cindy's new
tattoos once again.  They were maybe a week old, printed in fine
Italic letters on the small of her back, right above the
ass-crack, a little present from the Boss to his slutty little
secretary...:

World's best-trained Secretary
***
The Boss is always Right!

Many hot, young women had sexy tattoos in eye-catching places
these days, but none like this...  Linda supposed any kind of
beach outing in bikinis would be a fairly humiliating experience
for the little slut from now on...  That Jack Reed was certainly
a mean, spiteful creature   she imagined the young Boss fucking
his sexy secretary from behind, and having a good laugh while he
did it...

Linda leaned in, and got close to Cindy's left ear:  

"You know slut, your Boss will be heading for another business
trip to LA next week   you know what that means, no?  You will be
serving my needs for a few days...  And I intend to have all my
needs fulfilled while your Boss is out travelling...We'll have a
very good time with you!"

This was the main fringe benefit of her role in Akatia Chemical
for Linda Schneider:  The pretty little young women they hired
for the amusement of the men were off limits when they were
around, except for these highly amusing discipline sessions   but
when they were gone, she was the boss of the girl left in the
office.  There could hardly be a better reward for a bull dyke
like Linda.   An obedient, pretty young woman at her mercy... 
And the more the girl hated the touch of another woman, the more
fun Linda tended to have... 
 
She flexed her arm and landed the first blow on Cindy's extremely
well-toned ass and was rewarded with a loud shriek from the
bent-over young woman.  The girls who came in for a punishment
usually did their best to keep mum, but it was hard to do when
Linda was swinging her leather crop.  Linda landed another blow
and Cindy cried again...  

10 minutes and 10 blows later, Cindy was trying to straighten her
skirt, gingerly pulling it over her burning ass, as she stood
ready to leave Linda's office with a red, tiery face.  She
certainly would not be leaving the gym early again for a long
while...  Linda gave her a hard slap on her burning bottom,
thrusting her towards the door:  "Now, go keep your Boss
well-pleased, girl..." she said with a dismissive chuckle...

Cindy rushed out the door with Ms. Schneider's shove, and almost
ran straight into Stacy Fields, one of the rare women who worked
at Akatia Chemical out of her own will.  She was a petite, mousy
woman, fairly unattractive, but a brilliant chemist who was paid
incredible amounts by the Company.  Perhaps to signify her high
status, she happened to have a male Secretary, Ricky - an
ex-underwear-model and superb body-builder who seemed incredibly
content to answer Stacy's calls and spend long periods in her
corner office...

Stacy smirked at Cindy dismissively   she could not have been
more than just a couple years older than the blonde woman:  "What
a good little pet you are" she mocked Cindy with a wide smile, "I
could hear you all the way out here   you've been corrected
straight, have you?".

Cindy had no come-back line   even if she would be allowed to
have one.  Stacy chuckled and left her behind as Ricky got up in
a rush to meet his powerful young Boss...

Cindy's ass was on fire from the beating but she kept the sway on
her hips as always as she made her way towards her own desk.  She
was schooled even in the way she walked since she 'took' the job
at Akatia Chemical   the slutty, provoking, eye-catching walk of
an office tart...  She was near crying in her frustration and
humiliation, but if she did, she'd have to rush to the bathroom
and refresh her make-up again   she could not appear in any shape
less than absolute perfect when Jack arrived.  She ran into the
kitchen to pick up his coffee just as he liked   not in a million
years could she have imagined finding herself in this position,
preparing coffee to serve that smug, obnoxious, mean asshole in
the mornings...  She wanted to throw the cup right on the wall
and break it into a thousand pieces; but the conditioning was
just too forceful.  She ran into a couple other secretaries
preparing for the bosses to arrive, and they too were dressed in
feminine colors, tight minis and body-hugging tops...  They
merely exchanged quick sympathetic looks, avoiding small talk.

She placed the hot cup of coffee on Jack's desk and seated
herself at her own desk in front of his office - the chair was
simply too small and deliberately set too low. It kept her hips
lower than her knees, making it all the more difficult to retain
modesty in her tiny miniskirt.  The desk she was sitting behind
was too small as well.  There was no modesty board on the front,
and so no chance to hide the delights that the chair and her
skirt conspired to display...  Exactly the way Jack liked, and
passers-by appreciated...

Her Apple computer sat on the small desk   she had to do hours
and hours of typing on it every day, she was certain Jack dumped
mindless, boring work on her out of spite; he just seemed to
enjoy frustrating and ridiculing her... The screensaver kept
flashing the same message over and over again in big pink letters
on the black background:  "The Boss is Always Right!!!"...  This
was the favorite motto of Jack, the arrogant, smug bastard that
he was:  Cindy had notepads, marked with the same motto on top of
each page, in the same obnoxiously feminine bright pink letters.
She had a black coffee mug, with a big pink "The Boss is Always
Right!!!" printed on it... She had to wear t-shirts and sweaters
with the same print on most casual Fridays:  "The Boss is Always
Right!!!"...  

Jack showed up at 9 AM as always, looking like he'd stayed out
late as usual, probably partying with the Swedish model he was
dating these days -  the impossibly tall bitch hated Cindy of
course, as she'd made clear with her rude behavior in a couple
visits to the office.  It wasn't as if Cindy hated being Jack's
slutty secretary any less than his girlfriend liked to see it...

"Good morning babycakes" he said with his usual smug grin as he
entered his office, without waiting for Cindy to respond.

But Cindy knew what to do:  She took out her mirror, made sure
everything was in right order and she looked perfect   it was
time for Jack's morning blow-job...  He liked to have his morning
coffee with a nice, slow blow-job from his slutty secretary...

Cindy knocked on the door and was summoned in at once.

"Yes?"

It was the same theatre every morning:

"Jack..." Cindy said in the sultriest voice she could muster, as
if she was dying to serve her Boss and had spent the entire night
tossing right and left in the hopes of being found worthy enough
to suck his powerful cock...  And it was always 'Jack' when she
was asking to be of some sexual use to her superior, not 'Sir' or
'Boss'...

"Can I please suck your cock, Jack?" she asked, her words
finishing with a parted lip to advertise her eagerness   a sexy
little slut of a secretary who had the hots for her big Boss...

Jack chuckled and gestured at the floor without a word as he took
another sip from his coffee   there was nothing like a blow-job
from a girl as hot as Cindy in the mornings, especially when she
used to have been as haughty as this little bitch was...  The
conditioning was near perfect   she got down on her knees eagerly
at once, and was unzipping him enthusiastically.  And the girl
was an expert on how best to suck his cock   practice made
perfect he supposed...

Nevertheless, conditioning went only so far:  Despite the eager
slut serving her Boss, Jack could see the utter humiliation and
outrage in Cindy's eyes   but this only amused him further... 
Little Miss-Goody-Two-Shoes was finally being put to her place...
over and over, in fact...    

After a good 10 minutes of delightful, silky ministrations from
one of his chief high-school fantasy girls, Jack could hold back
no longer:  He exploded with a silent grunt and flooded Cindy's
pretty mouth  with his cumm...  The girl swallowed immediately -
this was a pretty typical fix for Cindy in the mornings after
all... 

Cindy zipped him up obediently, and said "Thank you Sir" in the
sweetest, quietest voice imaginable and got back on her
high-heels to go back to her little desk.

"Well..." Jack chuckled in a mood to make a point, "Did you know
my pretty slut, I jerked off to this very thing a hundred times
since high-school?  But, hey, nothing beats the real thing and I
can now get it anytime... How do you like that?"

Not sure how to reply to this, Cindy just managed to utter an
obedient "Thank you, Sir.."

"Yes, well, I have a job for you" Jack spoke before Cindy could
leave.  "Are you still in touch with, let's see, what were the
names of those sluts?  Shannon and Jennifer, right?  Your pretty
friends...?"

"Yes, Sir, I am...  I mean we meet normally like once a month,
they like coming to New York and often stay with me..."  Except
that Cindy had not seen her two best friends from high-school in
3 months, had avoided them in fact   how could she ever explain
to them that Jack Reed was her Boss, and she was now a lowly
secretary... She could never stand such humiliation in front of
her oldest, closest friends...

"Very well   set them both up for an interview with Ms. Schneider
  we have some openings in the steno pool..."

Cindy couldn't believe her ears   she knew what an interview with
Linda Schneider meant.  She could not allow her best friends to
fall into that horrible trap, she could not let them become what
had become of her   she could not let them walk into this office
and see what Cindy had turned into, and then be reduced to merely
couple of desperate, obedient sluts like her, at the whim of
evil, asshole Bosses...  And steno pool was even worse   those
girls were available for any executive to use as they pleased...

"Is that understood, slut?" Jack asked sternly.  
 
Cindy wanted to scream in protest   but orders were orders.  And
the conditioning was just too heavy, too strong, too
impenetrable...

"Yes, Sir" she replied in defeat...

"Good; I wanna see those two sluts in here with Ms. Schneider
within the week   and then I can consider how I'd like pair up my
steno girls with my slutty secretary..."

Cindy felt abject terror at his suggestion, but someone knocked
on the door just then...

"Aah, speaking of high-school friends..." Jack smiled.

Cindy had no idea what Jack meant.

"Come on in" he yelled   and in walked a couple of extremely fat
young men...

Cindy couldn't believe her eyes   it was Fatty Frankie and Chunky
Charlie, the butts of every joke in high-school.  Jack himself
must have kicked their ass a dozen times.  Girls had been no
different, tormenting and ridiculing the fat boys endlessly.  It
was really funny the way they were friends and always hanged out
together   Fatty and Chunky.  They had given them the nicknames
of course.  They were total dorks, not even nerds really, because
they had not even been smart...  A couple of big-assed losers...

"Hello there fellas" Jack greeted them.  

"Hi..." Chunky Charlie shook Jack's hand.  "I didn't see any
secretary out there..."

"That's because the little floozy is here..." Jack pointed at
Cindy.

Both guys looked at Cindy carefully for the first time and their
eyes grew wide:  "Oh my God, isn't this Cindy Cooper?" Fatty
Frankie erupted.

Cindy had been too surprised to speak, but suddenly she realized
the horrid situation she was in   she was being introduced to
these fat losers from high-school as Jack's secretary.  And she
doubtless looked like a total slut, dressed as she was...  An
obvious, obnoxious office tart.  Her face lit up in red shame,
but she was powerless to stop this humiliation...

"Oh my God   she's your _secretary_ Jack?  And Cindy...  you look
incredible as always, I gotta say..." Frankie commented.

"I... thank you..." Cindy managed to say, dying in shame   she
knew full well she looked like nothing but an office plaything...
 And if Chunky Charlie and Fat Frankie knew, how many of her
high-school friends would learn soon?  That she'd been reduced to
secretary and slut of none other than Jack Reed?

"Yup, she is..." Jack explained.  My previous secretary had to
leave, and then I thought of digging into some of my ex-friends
who needed a job, you know...  And, heck, who wouldn't want to
have Cindy around, huh? "

"Damn right" Chunky Charlie replied.  "Boy, she used to be such a
goody-little-two-shoes in high-school   except when it came to
us, huh?  A total bitch to us..."

"Well, I guess we were fair game for everyone to joke and
tease..." Fatty Frankie concurred.

Jack turned to Cindy:  "Well, Cin, did you know Charlie and
Frankie now both work at a critical government agency in DC?  And
they can help us land an important piece of business...?  I was
very surprised and actually glad to learn this...  Boys and I,
well, we've had some differences in high-school, sure...  But I
promised to make it up to them.  Not in the least by showing them
both a real good time in New York..."

Cindy was still too embarrassed to participate in the
conversation   the fat guys were obviously just plain ogling her
as she stood in the corner.

"Thing is, I got a date with my girlfriend that I cannot break...
 So, I told them, you would be ecstatic to show them around and
show them a good time tonight..."

Cindy at first looked at Jack with blank eyes, then she knew for
sure what was expected of her:  She was to fuck none other than
Chunky Charlie and Fat Frankie tonight... She wanted to scream in
disgust and humiliation...  She could never be reduced to going
out with, and fucking, either of these fat losers...  Never,
ever, ever...

"Is that understood, Cindy?" Jack asked sternly.

"Yes, Sir..." Cindy found herself saying in defeat.  She had no
choice, did she?  The conditioning was too strong...

"Very well then   pick the boys up from Four Seasons at 7:30, and
make sure to dress appropriately..."

Cindy hanged her head in shame and said "Yes, Sir..." even as
Frankie and Charlie grinned ear-to-ear...  There was something
about Cindy that could unite any man after all...

"Now go fetch coffee for the guests while we discuss business"  
Frankie and Charlie had both taken their seats in big leather
chairs in front of Jack's desk. 

"And by the way..." Jack noted as Cindy made her way to the
door.

"Make sure to get here early tomorrow morning no matter how late
you stay out   it's the casual Friday after all..."

"Yes Sir" Cindy replied   like all secretaries at Akatia
Chemical, she hated casual Fridays which only provided further
excuse to humiliate and abuse the girls.

"And this time put on your school-girl uniform" Jack took a last
sip from his coffee... "I'm in the mood for plaid...!"


Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
cse1986@rocketmail.com

*****
Do you like my story?  So, what is it that you like then?  The
one thing that you really like the most?  
Please let me know:  cse1986@rocketmail.com (That's the only
pay-off in writing, really...!)
*****


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