Clare woke at eleven o’clock. After rising she again showered attempting to wash away the thoughts of the night before and the horrible insatiable arousal the memories caused her. She dressed in her now usual slutty work clothes and after carefully ensuring her nails were perfectly painted red and her garish red lipstick was applied ‘just so’ she prepared to make her way to work. As she was putting on her now usual two inch stilettos Clare realised that she had three inch stilettos as well, purchased from the sex shop yesterday along with underwear and sex aids for her date with Bill. She remembered that two inch were minimum – not ideal. She fought the insatiable and irresistible urge to wear the three inch heels briefly before surrendering and putting them on to make her way to work, arriving as required for one o’clock.

After seating at her desk Clare called Graham on the intercom to inform him she had arrived so he would not be in any doubt she had made work on time. She didn’t fancy the idea of another spanking so early in the morning.

‘Come into my office, Clare dear,’ Graham replied.

Clare entered the office. Graham was seated at his desk. In front of the desk was the carrier bag she had left at Bill’s the night before, which looked to be filled with the contents she had also left.

‘Come around the desk to my right side and lean on it so that I can have a feel. You know the position to assume,’ Graham said matter-of-factly.

Clare immediately walked around the desk until she was at Graham’s right. She then locked her legs straight, leaned on the desk with her hands and elbows, and concaved her back down jutting out her ass pertly.

‘Excellent, Clare,’ Graham said, and began to feel, knead and pat the jutting cheeks. ‘So Bill tells me that you were delicious last night, Clare. As far as I can see you followed by instructions to the letter. I particularly like the part where he invited you to restrain yourself to the bed. Apparently you actually did it, and twice, and both very compliantly as well, and then struggled nicely to demonstrate your helplessness whilst he fucked you. Of course you enjoyed it all, as I instructed you to. You really are turning more and more into the most delicious submissive little slut. I particularly liked the sound of the power game Bill invented. I’ll have to try that as well with you when you stay over at mine tomorrow.’

As he said this Graham noted Clare’s eyes open wide from his limited view of her face.

‘What’s the matter, Clare? Surely you don’t think I’m going to let Bill have all the fun with you. Last night was just your starter, Clare. Tomorrow night is going to be the main course. Remember what I said on the answer phone last night: if it were me you wouldn’t be arriving home until the next day, and Bill told me you left virtually in the middle of the night. You’d better not be expecting to arrive home until Saturday morning from my place. Not to forget what I’ve got planned for you during the day tomorrow as well of course. Tomorrow is going to be very interesting for you, believe me.’

Graham paused from molesting Clare’s presented butt to get hold of the hem of her skirt. He then tugged the skirt up and over Clare’s jutting cheeks before yanking down her panties. Clare did not move throughout this, keeping her back arched down, her legs straight and her ass stuck out like a peach. Graham then said, ‘Let’s just have a look at this butt. Mmmm. Yes he did give you a good spanking didn’t he? Still quite pink.’ Graham gently stroked and squeezed the now naked cheeks as he said this, which were clearly still pink from yesterday’s spankings. Finally he gave them a pat. ‘Okay, get yourself back dressed and get to work. I’ve left some dictation tapes on your desk.’

Graham then left Clare, who rose, pulled her panties back up and her skirt back down before leaving. After she left Graham’s office, she sat at her desk and sighed a deep sigh putting her face in her hands again. Even after all she had been through she could not get used to the compliantly submissive behaviour her programming forced upon her. And now she was not even fighting against the compulsion of Graham’s commands for such minor humiliations. But she still hated the way she had obeyed him to compliantly jut out her butt to be molested.

With another deep sigh Clare booted up her computer and began to type another letter to the Nakato Marketing Group, one of many she had typed recently, and tried to forget all the humiliating horrors of her new life.

Ten minutes later though Keith Hutchinson came through the outer office door as if to remind her. Clare was initially slightly unnerved through her recent experiences with him, however her nervousness turned to surprise as Keith was followed by his secretary, Angie. Angie appeared to be trotting after him with a look of fear and confusion on her face that Clare was now well familiar with. Angie caught sight of Clare and her eyes widened in horror and she began to blush.

Keith walked over to Graham’s office smiling without acknowledging Clare, before opening the door and entering. Angie trotted along behind him with small steps trying to keep up, and looked eager to follow Keith though the door away from Clare’s sight, however Keith said, ‘No. Wait out there next to the door to be called in.’

Angie therefore backed out wringing her hands slightly and waited at the side of the door attempting to ignore Clare and blushing profusely. Clare stared at her open mouthed. As she looked her over she could clearly see why Angie wanted to be out of her sight. She could also see why Angie was now blushing and looking so awkward stood there in her view. Her appearance was in stark contrast to usual and in stark contrast to everything Clare knew about her.

Angie was around 30 years old and approximately five one in height with a mane of long red hair. From what Clare had heard Angie lived with her widowed mother and had not married. She was known as quite prim and conservative in her general attitudes with few friends, and proud of it. She was well known about the offices to have a very superior attitude about her. It was often mooted that this was the reason she was still unmarried.

Angie had worked for Keith as his secretary for some seven years. Clare had heard a rumour that Keith had made passes at her on a couple of occasions. Angie had apparently rejected these in no uncertain terms. This combined with her prim conservative attitude motivated Clare to delight in tormenting Angie about it. She had suggested Angie was screwing Keith to get a better salary. As suspected this had driven Angie bananas, and she had not spoken to Clare since until the incident two days ago. She was the kind of person for whom the very suggestion of sex was enough to cause her to get on a soap box. To suggest she would consider sex for a better salary? Well, it was probably the ultimate insult.

Despite this Angie was quite attractive. She had large deep green eyes and full lips which were complimented by her full figure. Her breasts were easily comparable in size to Clare’s, if anything possibly larger, and certainly appeared so with her shorter height. Her waist was chunkier than Clare’s, though still quite trim, and this emphasised the wide flare of her hips and her full large round butt. Like Clare she was the kind of woman that might easily be colloquially described as ‘all tits and ass’.

Her conservative and judgemental nature normally kept Angie from displaying her figure in any way. Her habitual mode of dress whenever Clare had seen her was a smart suit, made of dark Jacket with either matching trousers or matching mid calf length skirt, and comfortable flat shoes. It was primarily for this reason that Clare was so taken aback at Angie today. And from Angie’s obvious nervousness she realised this full well. Her present mode of dress was far from conservative and reserved.

The reason for the way Angie had been walking was that she was wearing what appeared to be four inch stiletto heeled shoes, which made taking large steps quite difficult. These were worn over what appeared to be either patterned tights or stockings. The pattern on them caused Clare to giggle. They appeared quite clearly to be small playboy bunnies. Instead of her usual suit Angie was wearing a small stretch mini skirt, similar to Clare’s except slightly longer and grey instead of black, with a zip running right the way down the left side from top to bottom. Clare noticed that the fastener on the zip at Angie’s waist had a little metal toggle dangling from it. When she looked closer Clare could see that this also took the form of a playboy bunny.

As Clare studied the skirt she realised that there were lines visible through the thin stretchy material. She quickly realised that these were the mark of suspenders, which solved any dilemma Clare may have had as to whether the tacky playboy bunnies were on tights or stockings.

Above the skirt Angie wore a stretchy vest top in similar thin material and similar in shape to Clare’s, with small straps over the shoulders and a plunging low cut neckline displaying the tops of her tits. It differed however in having zipper running down the front from the neckline between her tits to the base at her waist. Another little toggle dangled from the zipper fastener between her tits dancing around as she took breaths. Clare could see that this also was a little metallic playboy bunny.

Clearly her breasts, like Clare, were being complemented by an uplift bra, as they appeared huge, sticking out some five inches from her body, with the little bunny dancing playfully from the middle. Again like Clare neither the vest top nor the bra under it appeared to offer much protection to the nipples, which were clearly displayed through the material budding now intensely.

‘Like the new clothes, Angie,’ Clare said. ‘I must say I’m quite surprised.’

Angie looked around with an appearance of confusion evident on her face. ‘I ... I just fancied a change. That’s all,’ Angie replied unconvincingly.

‘Pretty big change,’ Clare said. ‘You’re going to hate me for saying this, Anj, but you look very slutty dressed like that.’

Angie glared at Clare. ‘How dare you! Can’t a girl dress a little lighter for the warm weather without being insulted?’

Clare laughed and was about to reply, but the door opened and Keith’s face appeared.

‘Both of you come into Graham’s office,’ Keith instructed.

Angie again took small awkward steps as she walked into the room in the enormous heels. Clare rose and followed Angie into the office, closing the door behind her. Keith was now stood by Graham’s desk, and as the girls entered Graham rose from behind it, a look of surprise on his smiling face as he looked Angie up and down.

‘Well I’m impressed,’ Graham said. ‘She looks gorgeous. So much better than when she wore those dowdy old suits. These clothes compliment her figure very nicely.’

‘I thought so,’ Keith replied smiling.

‘Where did she get them?’

‘It helps to have a female adviser on these things,’ Keith replied with a wink to Graham. ‘There’s a fetish shop on east thirtyfirst street with uniforms. This is their kinky secretary outfit. Nice isn’t it?’

Angie turned crimson. ‘How did you know I bought it from there?’ she suddenly said, with a look of horror on her face, her hands shaking.

‘Oh, just a good guess, Anj dear. You don’t worry your pretty little head about such things,’ Keith replied patronisingly.

‘Did you change any of the text of the programming I mailed to you?’ Graham said.

‘Not much. I used it virtually word for word. I did change a couple of things though.’

‘Oh. I’m intrigued. What were they? I thought about the wording for quite a while before I used it with Clare. I even updated it before mailing it to you. I included bending down nicely, as my Clare does now so well, obeying orders of all board members, and not trying to inform anyone else that anything has changed – the way my naughty Clare tried to.’ Graham looked at Clare with a mock smile as he said all of this. ‘I wouldn’t have thought any other changes were necessary.’

‘Let me show you,’ Keith replied. He then moved to stand in front of Angie, who watched and listened to the conversation with look of puzzlement on her face. ‘The changes were basically designed to work with the clothes to assist ease of access. Watch.’ Keith then raised his hands and placed them on Angie’s large protrudent breasts and began to massage them.

Immediately with an intake of breath of surprise Angie made to step back and remove Keith’s hands. Instead she planted her feet shoulder with apart and jutted out her butt and breasts.

Clare realising what had happened to Angie was waiting to see her put he hands on her head, finding herself smiling at Angie’s plight. Instead however Angie put he hands behind her back, before raising each hand up her back to take hold of the opposing elbow of the other arm. The effect was the same though, as it caused her to pull back her shoulders and push out her tits and butt with greater effect.

Clare giggled slightly as she heard Angie involuntarily say, ‘Thank you,’ and smile whilst looking down watching her tits being rubbed.

‘It’s a pleasure,’ Keith replied with a chuckle.

Once Angie had her hands behind her Keith temporarily stopped massaging the large tits and took hold of the little playboy toggle on the zip fastener between them. He pulled the zipper down, and the taught material of the vest-top parted readily. Once at the bottom he took the front of the vest-top completely apart. This revealed a black lacy bra, that also appeared to have little playboy bunny patterns, and had neat holes in it allowing Angie’s budding nipples to protrude through.

‘Now watch,’ Keith said. ‘The bra opens at the front instead of the back.’

Keith took hold of the bra in both hands between Angie’s tits. He quickly unclasped the two clasps that held it in place and the two cups under tension from the enormous breasts and Angie’s jutting pose sprang apart. Keith then took hold of the two cups under the tits and pulled them away and apart from them, allowing the two enormous tits to bounce free. Clare had to give Angie her due, despite being thirty the tits were quite firm and self supporting. They continued to stand out quite nicely from Angie’s body, with the large nipples now standing out like little poles.

Clare couldn’t help smiling at the look of horror on Angie’s face as she gazed down watching all of this happening against her will and unable to move. The look of horror increased as Keith next took hold of the shoulder straps of both the bra and vest-top and pushed them over Angie’s shoulders, allowing them to fall gracefully down over Angie’s arms to her elbows, effectively leaving her topless.

In response Angie replanted her feet on the spot and threw out her butt and breasts with greater emphasis causing her tits to jiggle and bounce. Keith recommenced his work on them, taking hold of them and squeezing and kneading them roughly before beginning to rub them in circular motions. Angie then responded by smiling and saying, ‘Thank you.’

Clare found herself licking her lips with cruel satisfaction at Angie’s plight. ‘That will teach her to call me a slut,’ she thought. ‘Now you know what it feels like.’

Clare, however, also found herself feeling a strange jealousy of Angie. She found herself wanting to have clothes like those that allowed such ready access to herself. Was this her programming? Was she now becoming as Graham suggested a submissive servile slut? Clare knew which she hoped was the case.

‘The second change I made was a little lower,’ Keith continued as he slowly rubbed the helpless girl’s tits. Pausing Keith took hold of the little playboy toggle on the stretch skirt. He then pulled the zip down with one swift motion, and the skirt came apart and fell to the floor. Poor Angie was now left in only her stockings, suspenders and suspender belt, as it was now clear she was wearing no panties. ‘Angie isn’t allowed to wear panties for work anymore – at least not unless it is that time of the month, and well it doesn’t matter anyway then does it,’

Keith continued. ‘The rest of the programming is the same. By now the humiliation of the situation has probably got her aroused to the point of an orgasm.’ Keith reached his right hand down between Angie’s legs past her little ginger muff. Angie gave a little start as she felt Keith’s fingers enter her. She again then replanted her feet on the spot and threw out her butt and tits, which bounced and jiggled again, before smiling and saying ‘Thank you.’ Angie’s eyes then widened and her body tensed, before she began to jerk forwards and backwards on the spot as a powerful orgasm overwhelmed her.

‘Look, I hope you don’t mind, Graham, but I’m afraid she just has to be fucked here and now,’ Keith said in response to Angie climaxing, as her tits bounced with each spasm.

‘Be my guest,’ Graham said. ‘I think I might join you.’

Clare then felt her skirt pulled up around her waist before she even looked forward to see Graham do it. Before her programming could kick in to make her pose obediently she then felt her panties fall around her stilettos as Graham quickly yanked them down.

Letting Angie go Keith said, ‘Put your hands down and allow the bra and top fall to the floor, then go over and sit on the edge of the settee. Spread your legs as wide as you can and then lean back. Stay in that position and don’t move.’

Angie immediately put her hands down shakily as she uselessly fought against the commands and the bra and vest-top fell to the floor. She then walked over teetering on the heels to the settee. As she sat on the edge free from the command to pose she tried to cover up her tits and crotch with her hands as she spread her legs widely and leaned back.

‘Move your hands out of the way and place them at your sides, Angie. You don’t have any place for modesty or dignity anymore,’ Keith instructed. Angie compliantly did so, exposing her pussy and breasts, and reddening still more as a result.

Clare’s top was now pulled up over her tits and also her bra unclasped. Her hands were now compliantly on her head and she had stepped out of her panties to spread her legs shoulder width apart and jut her tits and butt out. After allowing her firm large tits to fall free from the bra and tucking the cups under the vest-top Graham said, ‘Now go sit on the settee at the side of Angie in the same position.’

Clare immediately with growing arousal walked over to the settee, her tits bouncing and jiggling from side to side. Moving around the coffee table she then seated herself besides Angie on its edge. Clare then assumed the same position spreading her legs wide and leaning back. She too was now blushing.

‘Now girls,’ Keith said, taking hold of the coffee table, and moving it out of the way, ‘reach down and open up those pussy lips. Show us where we are going to be putting our cocks. When you have done so freeze in that position until we give you permission to move.’

Both girls reached down, both with shaking fingers as they uselessly fought the compulsion to obey Keith’s embarrassing command. Both the girls then used the first two fingers of each hand to separate their pussy lips and expose the saturated love holes. The two smiling men watched them expose themselves. They waited patiently, and once the girls had frozen in position they knelt side by side in front of their secretaries, and unzipped their flies.

‘Hey, you remember those call girls we had in Boston when we attended the drugs convention four years ago like this?’ Keith said to Graham, ‘Who’d have thought it that we’d be doing the same with our secretaries in your office four years later? And me with Angie as well?’

‘Yeh, life’s sure strange,’ Graham replied sniggering as he guided his swollen manhood to Clare’s splayed little hole.

Angie’s eyes and mouth were opened wide with shock a she looked down to Keith’s crotch. Clare followed her gaze and realised it was the sight of Keith’s enormous manhood that prompted this response. Clare watched as this was guided between the spread dripping lips of Angie’s cunt. As Keith’s glands approached the saturated gaping cunt Clare saw Angie’s fingers shaking as she almost certainly was fighting uselessly against the compulsion to keep her pussy lips spread for entry.

As Keith jabbed his erection into Angie some three inches Clare heard her say shakily, ‘Thank you’ and smile. Keith then repositioned his knees and took hold under Angie’s thighs before ramming himself home to the balls with a grunt of satisfaction. Angie’s body then tensed and began to jerk back and forth as humiliated to the core she again helplessly climaxed, making Keith’s satisfaction complete.

Simultaneously Clare felt her own pussy being nudged by Graham’s engorged cock. Looking down she noticed that it appeared larger than before and her look of surprise must have been noticed by Graham.

‘Bill told you about the Expandophal injections. I’ve just finished the course of four.’

It had certainly been effective. Graham’s cock was a good nine to ten inches long and easily three inches in girth. Clare felt a little afraid of being invaded by the enormous weapon, but was unable to move – held by Keith’s command of the girls to freeze in the position. She therefore kept her legs spread and her pussy lips opened wide as the engorged giant was guided into her and then pushed in some three inches.

Just like Keith Graham then reached underneath Clare’s thighs taking a firm grip on her before ramming himself into the helpless girl some eight inches.

Both men then began to steadily and rhythmically fuck the girls, who compliantly held the position, still splaying their pussy lips as much as possible whilst violated by the giant members. There was a steady slurping and slapping sound as both girls were fucked aggressively, helplessly frozen in position at Keith’s command. Graham was the first to reach his climax after just five minutes of selfish use of Clare. Clare was deeply aroused by the humiliation of how she was being so selfishly used like a masturbation aid, and as she felt the enormous cock swell and discharge Graham’s load deep inside her an equally enormous orgasm overcame her. She let out an loud ‘Ahhhhh!’ throwing her head back and hitting the wall behind the settee as Graham’s body spasmed between her legs, his discharging cock sunk into Clare up to the balls.

As both came down from their orgasm the fast rhythmic sound of slurping and slapping was still constant from their side, joined now in time by, ‘Oh, Oh, Oh’ sounds from Angie as they were voiced involuntarily with each inward thrust and as she stared transfixed at her crotch.

Angie glanced over briefly and her eyes widened in horror as she realised she now had an audience of three instead of one. Clare watched with a cruel smile knowing exactly what was happening to the poor girl next to her from personal experiences over the past few days. Held in position against her will, holding her pussy lips open as wide as she could to the aggressive fucking she was receiving against her will, and now with an audience to her sluttish behaviour, Angie was feeling humiliation beyond belief for someone of her conservative nature. And as Clare knew this humiliation would be making her correspondingly sexually aroused. The inability to hide this would be making her feel still more humiliated, which in turn would be increasing her arousal. The result was inevitable.

Angie’s face became flushed redder and her eyes opened wider as she was relentlessly and mercilessly forced to her inevitable orgasm. Clare saw her shaking as she fought uselessly the impetus towards this, taken by the unceasing rhythm of the aggressive fucking she was receiving. Finally with a glance filled with horror at her smiling audience of Keith, Graham and Clare Angie spasmed into an even greater orgasm than the first two she had experienced. She began to buck forward and back with groans that sounded like a mixture of intense pleasure and misery.

Keith’s body spasmed simultaneously as the pussy tightened on his cock, and his movements froze as his orgasm hit him. His cock sunk to the balls in the helpless climaxing girl then discharged deep inside her. Angie, who had come down slightly from her orgasm opened her eyes again wide in horror in response to the nine inch cock buried in her swell and discharge. She threw her head back as Clare had hitting the wall behind, racked again by another enormous orgasm.

After a few seconds Keith recovered and both men rose, looking at each other and smiling.

‘That was better than the hookers in Boston by a mile,’ Graham said, chuckling.

‘Yep, but how is it when we fuck together I always outlast you, bro?’ Keith replied in amusement. As he said this they both looked back down to the two girls, chuckling. Both were still frozen in position as Keith had commanded, their legs splayed, sitting on the edge of the settee, leaning back, with their pussy lips held open for use. But now however cum as well as their love juices was beginning to seep from the exposed holes.

‘Damn it,’ Graham said looking at the two pussies. ‘They’re going to make a real mess in here and I haven’t got any tissues anywhere for them to wipe up their pussy goo. They’ve already leaked onto the settee. Girls close your pussy lips and hold them closed with your hands whilst I find something for you to clean yourselves with.’ Graham then began to walk towards the office door as the two girls obediently closed their pussy lips and held their hands over them to prevent leakage.

‘Wait,’ Keith said. ‘I have a better idea.’

Graham stopped and turned. ‘I don’t have anything in here they can use though,’ he said.

‘Oh yes you do,’ Keith replied with a chuckle. ‘Angie, lie on the floor parallel to the settee and bring your knees up high and spread your legs.

Angie shakily did as she was instructed, lying flat on her back and lifting her knees up, still holding her pussy closed to prevent the fluids leaking out.

‘Now Clare, go down onto your knees and then squat over Angie’s face facing towards her feet.’

Clare immediately did so, holding her pussy together also to prevent leakage.

‘Excellent girls,’ Keith continued in an amused tone. ‘Now, Clare, lean forward and get your head between Angie’s legs so your mouth is close to her pussy.’

Clare obediently leaned forward until her mouth hovered over Angie’s fragrant pussy. She recognised what was about to happen full well. She was feeling again deeply aroused by the humiliating way she was acting immediately and helplessly on Keith’s commands so readily to do such degrading things she would never willingly even think about. She knew the same was true of Angie as well as she heard her say, ‘Thank you’ with a wavering voice as she attempted to uselessly resist.

‘Now,’ Keith continued, ‘when I say “go” you are both going to move your hands away from your pussies. At the same time, Clare dear, you are simultaneously going to lower your cunt onto Angie’s face and you are going to bring your mouth down onto Angie’s cunt. You will then both immediately begin enthusiastically eating each other’s pussies. Make sure you suck out as much cum and juice as you can and drink it down so you are both nice and clean and dry. Keep going until you work out as much juice from each other as you can to prevent any dribbling on Graham’s nice furnishings or laminate flooring. Oh, and you will both enjoy the taste of each other’s pussies and our cum immensely, and you will attempt to bring each other to orgasm as many times as you can. Graham and myself will leave you to work for a half an hour or so, what do you think Graham is that long enough?’

Graham was smiling broadly at his colleague’s brainwave and enjoying the look on the faces of the two shocked, blushing girls. ‘Around half an hour sounds fine. There are the finalities of the Japanese delegation’s visit to discuss. We could do so in your office, Keith.’

‘Good,’ Keith said. ‘Then that’s decided. Let’s go then.’ Keith immediately began to walk towards the office door, and Graham followed. He opened it allowing Graham to exit first before following. Just before leaving he paused and reacted as though he had forgotten something. ‘Oh! Sorry. Silly me. Tut. Nearly forgot. Go!’

Keith then left pausing only briefly to turn the sign on Graham’s door to “do not disturb”.

Immediately both girls took their hands away from their pussies. Clare then brought her pussy down on Angie’s face as she delved her own mouth between Angie’s gaping lips. Angie’s pussy was flowing with juice and Keith’s seed, as it seeped its way from deep inside her where it had been satisfyingly planted. Clare began to hungrily suck up and swallow the juice and cum. She found herself feeling excited and aroused by the taste, which, as instructed, she found delicious.

Clare also simultaneously felt Angie do the same to her, delving her tongue deep into Clare’s vagina drinking deep of her love juice and Graham’s seed. After drinking deep of each other’s available juices both girls then began working on each other’s clitorises with the tips of their tongues, driving each other to a frenzy of arousal and stimulating more juice to drink deep of. Both girls quickly reached orgasm as they did this, writhing on each other, grinding their hips and pussies in each other’s faces.

After drinking deep and licking out the available juice they worked on each other’s clitorises again to stimulate more. The cycle went on and on and on as the minutes past, each of the girls forced to orgasm after orgasm by the other’s darting flicking little tongue.

Later that afternoon the door of Graham’s office opened and Graham and Keith re-entered. The two girls were still on the floor in the same position as when they left. Their heads were working enthusiastically between each other’s legs and both were emitting muffled moans of pleasure. Sweat glistened on the skin of their bodies through their exertion and the exhaustion of the countless orgasms they had been compelled to force upon each other.

‘Okay girls,’ Keith said, ‘I know we’re late, but we got delayed with important business. You can stop what you are doing now. I’m sure you are both nice and clean. Lick up the remaining goo from the settee and then get yourselves dressed.’

Both girls unfortunately were on the brink of orgasm again as Keith said this and were beyond the point of no return. They both therefore spasmed into orgasm, their groans increasing in volume, and a few further seconds past as they recovered from this.

‘Good lord, I thought I just told you to stop, girls,’ Keith said, chuckling. ‘I can see I’m going to have to spank my Angie to encourage her to be a little more immediate in her obedience to me. I’ll leave Clare to your tender mercies, Graham,’ Keith said looking with a smile at his companion.

By the time Keith had stopped speaking both girls had moved to the settee to lap up the drying cum and juice. They then rose still recovering and began to dress, wiping the glistening juice from their cheeks and mouths onto their arms. As Clare was picking up her panties Graham stopped her.

‘You can put those in the bin, Clare. I don’t know why I never thought of refusing you permission to wear panties before now. From this point on though you won’t be, unless it’s absolutely necessary of course.’

Clare reluctantly obeyed and dropped the panties into the waste paper basket. She pulled down her stretch mini skirt to hide her modesty as best she could, and re-fastened her bra and pulled down her top.

Angie similarly had dressed, putting back on her stretchable mini skirt, bra and top. She looked extremely confused and shell shocked by what had been happening over the past two hours.

‘So how were you thinking of spanking Angie, Keith, bent over or across the knee?’ Graham said smiling and looking at Angie to see her reactions.

‘I suppose I thought I would put her across my knee,’ Keith replied. ‘More intimate that way. If I’m honest their delay obeying just then is an excuse really. I’ve wanted to spank Angie for years.’

‘Well in that case you might as well make it as enjoyable as possible and use my posture cushion.’ Graham pointed to the eighteen inch long, 6 inch diameter cushion which sat on one of the chairs next to the settee where Graham had left it since using it earlier in the week with Clare. ‘I’ve got another at home with the rest of the equipment I bought to use with Clare, so feel free to keep it. You can spank her here and now if you wish,’ Graham invited. ‘I think I’d quite like to watch.’

Angie, listened, looking distraught. She had a ‘this can’t be happening’ look on her face which again Clare was now familiar with from her own experiences of the past few days. Clare couldn’t help feeling a cruel sense of satisfaction knowing that like her Angie was now going to have to allow herself to be spanked.

Keith had picked up the posture cushion and seated himself in the middle of the settee. ‘So how does this work?’ he said.

‘Put it along your right thigh, then get Angie to lie over it with her hips right over the top. Then get her to arch her waist down. Her butt will be stuck up in the air nicely for you.’

‘Mmmmm. Sounds delicious. Angie, you heard what Graham said. Come and kneel at the side of me and lie across my lap just like he said.’ Keith had put the cushion over his thigh as he spoke.

Angie’s breathing visibly increased, and she again reddened as she made her way over shakily to the settee and knelt on it. She then lay across Keith’s legs as instructed with a glance over at her audience of Graham and Clare. Seeing them watch her she reddened more deeply as she then compliantly brought down her waist allowing the posture cushion to jut her butt up in the air.

Keith licked his lips as he gazed at the large round jutting peach. He then said, ‘Angie, you will now hold this position nicely whilst I spank you until I give you permission to move.’ Keith then began to spank Angie hard, targeting each cheek alternately. A loud rhythmic CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! noise filled the room as Keith worked on the cheeks.

Though they stuck out equally full and round Angie’s bum cheeks were less toned and more fatty than Clare’s. As a result when spanked Keith’s hand sank into the cheeks more readily then Graham’s with Clare’s causing them to bounce and ripple with each stroke and making the satisfaction greater for him. This caused his spanking to be done with even more relish and enthusiasm.

Angie yelped with each stroke, her face a visage of distress. After of minute of receiving steady firm strokes Angie grabbed the settee cushioning at her waist with her right hand and pushed at it as though attempting to push herself up. But Clare realised from her shaking that her programming was fighting her to keep her in position with her back concaved down and her butt jutted out. It was as though she were fighting against some iron bar across her back forcing her to keep her back arched and her butt stuck out.

Another couple of extremely hard spanks followed, both in the centre of her right bum cheek, and suddenly Angie’s hand flew to the area to defend it. Forced to pause Keith said, ‘Angie, what do you think you are doing? How dare you defend yourself whilst I am spanking you?’

‘You forgot to tell her not to,’ Graham pointed out with a snigger.

Angie was now rubbing the right cheek where Keith’s attentions had latterly focused. Keith took hold of Angie’s small wrist firmly in his left hand, and removed the hand, pushing it to the side until it was away from her butt a few inches to the side of her hip. Angie was clearly wilfully fighting him to get her hand back to her sore butt cheek. As she did and he held her Keith then spoke.

‘Angie, from now on when you are spanked you will be unable to move your hands any closer to your butt than either, here, at the side of your hips, or the small of your back above it. It will feel as though there is a force field around your butt preventing you getting any closer to it.’

Keith then gently relaxed his hold on the struggling wrist and slowly returned it to the small of Angie’s arched back. Keith smiled at Graham at the way Angie’s hand remained at her hip continuing to fight to return to her bottom, but now against invisible bonds that prevented it doing so.

Keith then recommenced the spanking, aiming firm strokes at the centre of the right cheek for a while, and enjoying the way Angie’s struggling fingers fought uselessly to find a way through the invisible barrier that prevented her reaching the stinging cheek. He then returned to vary his strokes between the two cheeks. Loud CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! noises were again filling the room and Angie was yelping with pain and beginning to cry.

Keith then paused and raised the stretchy skirt over the jutting butt around her waist to reveal the reddened cheeks protruding through the suspenders and stockings. Angie’s snivels temporarily ceased, and she raised her hand to her face to wipe them but it was only temporary as the spanking was recommenced enthusiastically on the now nude defenceless cheeks.

Clare was beginning to feel sorry for Angie despite their previous tempestuous relationship. She knew exactly what Angie would be feeling now. Unable to prevent herself from jutting out her butt to the spanking, unable to bring her hand to its aid, feeling humiliated by the situation, Angie would as a consequence be becoming increasingly aroused, despite her tears.

As Clare watched she began to see the tell tale signs of this process. Angie was crying and snivelling. Her right hand was pushing up against the settee at her waist against the invisible bar that kept her back arched down. As a particularly hard spank landed again on her sore right cheek the hand then flew to try to defend it, only to find the invisible barrier stop it at her hip. Her shaking hand then moved up her hip to the small of her back, in a futile attempt to find a way through the invisible barrier. Keith’s spanks continued firmly, rhythmically, from cheek to cheek. Angie’s fingers at the top of her skirt worked uselessly to try to reach them.

Suddenly looking to her right at the audience of Clare and Graham Angie’s eyes widened. Her body shook and went suddenly rigid. She then cried out, ‘Oh, No!’ and her red butt began to pump up and down in rhythm with the spanking it was receiving as Angie helplessly came.

As Angie’s climax ceased Keith stopped, and slowly smoothed his hand over the two cheeks, still compliantly jutted out for him.

‘That was excellent, Angie,’ Keith said. ‘And you appeared to enjoy being taught your place by me more than I enjoyed teaching you. I can see we’re going to have to make this and a good fucking a daily occurrence.’ Keith then looked at his watch. ‘Good lord, is that the time. Where’s it gone. It’s four o’clock already. Get yourself up, pull your skirt down, and compose yourself, Angie. You need to go down to see Ms Hayes in HR for your new contract.’

Angie rose still snivelling slightly looked at Keith confused.

‘Well I can’t see why I should pay you so much unless you earn it. From now on you’re going to be paid a third of your normal salary and the rest you will earn by providing me a sex and spanking service on a regular basis. Baring in mind your feelings about prostitution and the like I thought that it might be amusing.’

Angie looked at Clare distraught and embarrassed. She then turned to Keith to ask him not to, and instead smiled and said, ‘Thank you.’

‘You might as well go with her, Clare,’ Graham said, after sniggering at Angie’s response. ‘She informed me earlier she has something to discuss with you. I know that I can trust you now after our little talk about your behaviour yesterday. Both of you need to clean yourselves up first. Ms Hayes will wonder what’s been going on otherwise, won’t she?’

Angie rose, pulled down her skirt and wiped her eyes. She then made her way to the door and Clare followed as the two men seated themselves at Graham’s desk as though they were no longer interested in them and began to discuss business.

Clare and Angie both walked straight to the ladies’, cleaned themselves up and washed and dried themselves without speaking. Both had smeared lipstick and were in need of make up. Since last Friday Clare had come to work without a handbag, keeping some money for her lunch and bits and pieces in her car. It was as though somehow unconsciously her programming to not wear anything other than the strict dress code negated her having anything else with her visible. Rather than go back down to her car for her lipstick, though, she thought she would use it as an icebreaker with Angie.

‘Any chance I can borrow some lipstick and a compact? You got anything in Keith’s offices or should I get some stuff from my car?’

Angie was silent for a time, just staring numbly at herself in the mirror on the wall. ‘What’s happening?’ she said ignoring Clare’s questions.

Clare paused before answering. She felt no particular compulsion not to answer the question honestly, so she did just that.

‘You have been injected with a drug called Agent Aspect. It’s a mind control drug that opens you up to suggestion on a very deep level. The programming Keith and Graham were talking about in there were the suggestions Keith programmed you with whilst you were under from the Agent Aspect. You won’t be able to go against that programming, as you are probably already realising from what we have just been up to for the past two or three hours.’

‘But where did they get it? And what did this programming involve, I can’t remember any of it?’ Angie said in shock.

‘What is the last thing you do remember?’ Clare said.

‘Well I was in Keith’s office yesterday evening. He had told me he wanted to discuss something important with me to do with my job.’

‘Sounds familiar so far,’ Clare replied ironically.

‘Then ... well I can’t remember anything until I went shopping this morning. No ... wait ... I remember him saying something about going shopping for some clothes for work – something new and different.’

‘Well you certainly did that,’ Clare answered laughing slightly.

‘My god. This can’t be happening,’ Angie replied. ‘Have ... have you had this done to you too then?’

Clare looked at her wide eyed insulted. ‘Do you really think I dress like this and behave like this because I want to?’

Angie looked back slightly embarrassed at the question. ‘I’m sorry. I just assumed ... well I just thought ...’

‘You just thought I was a slut and enjoyed dressing like this and screwing around,’ Clare answered for her.

Angie was quiet for a moment. ‘I’m sorry. Damn it, I’m feeling turned on again. What the hell is this?’

Clare sighed and smiled. ‘It’s because you’re embarrassed at what you just said to me. One part of the programme – I think the part I hate the most – makes us get aroused by being embarrassed or humiliated.’

‘Do you know what else this programming involves?’ Angie said.

Clare then went through the programming Graham had devised. Angie looked utterly horrified.

‘So that’s why we did what we did in there,’ she said.

‘Yes,’ Clare replied. ‘And unless your programming is different to mine I am now feeling we need to get a move on to get cleaned up and made up ready to see Hilary Hayes.’

‘I’ll just go and get my make up bag. I keep it in my desk drawer. We can share it.’ Angie then tripped out in her enormous stilettos as quickly as she could to retrieve her make up.

Clare and Angie stood in the elevator side by side watching the eighth floor go by, both again now neatly made up and their slutty clothes smoothed down smartly. The elevator stopped at the seventh floor, and as the doors opened smoothly to reveal two junior execs. Both of the execs stopped their conversation and their eyes opened wide at the sight of the two sluttily dressed girls, before walking onto the elevator looking them over like pieces of meat.

The elevator went down two floors, and the two execs stood facing each other and glanced around at the girls’ tits and legs occasionally as it moved. Clare noticed they both had bulging crotches and were clearly enjoying the view. Clare felt herself reddening and glancing around at Angie saw she was too.

The elevator stopped at the fifth floor and the two execs exited after having a look around at them and another onceover of their bodies like they were objects. The elevator doors then closed and it began again to move.

‘I hate it!’ Angie suddenly said. ‘I hate getting helplessly turned on by being embarrassed and humiliated like that.’

‘I know,’ Clare replied. ‘It’s tough. You know what I hate the most though? It’s knowing that if they molested me I’d not only let them, I’d assist them, not be able to do anything about it – and enjoy it.’

‘Oh god!’ Angie said. ‘Even just talking about it’s turning me on. I hate it!’

Clare knew what she was feeling. Talking about it was turning her on too. Somehow having someone in the same position as her was kind of comforting though.

Angie suddenly gave a start. ‘I’ve just thought – what’re we going to say to Ms Hayes? How are we going to explain the way we’re dressed?’

‘I’m hoping it will be to our advantage actually,’ Clare replied. ‘From what Graham said to me before he spanked the living daylights out of me for talking to her yesterday she already suspects I’ve been hypnotised in some way. I’m not sure how Keith and Graham wangled things to talk her out of it, but they must have somehow. She’s done nothing but help me over the past few months. Perhaps the way we’re dressed will revive the idea for her and no matter what our programming forces us to say she’ll see through it?’

‘Well let’s hope so then,’ Angie replied.

The elevator stopped on the second floor and the two girls got out and walked towards the HR department.

The young clerk, Derek, was seated typing when the two sluttily dressed girls entered HR, their tits wobbling and their nipples budding through their tops. After he did a double take and swallowed he smiled.

‘Wow! This new clothes style of yours is really taking off, Clare,’ he said smiling, and looking them both over shamelessly.

Angie looked away slightly flushed around the cheeks. Clare however managed to control her programming’s compulsion to arousal at the embarrassment more through her greater experience. ‘We’re here to see Hilary Hayes. I believe she’s expecting us,’ she said.

‘Yeh. She told me to ask you to make your way to her office. She is apparently expecting you. Before you go though she said I was to tell on her behalf that you had to pick up and take in with you the two boxes over there.’ Derek indicated to two boxes which sat on the floor a few feet away from Derek’s desk. One was around four inches high and two feet square, the other six inches high and two feet square. Both sat side by side on the floor.

Clare seeing the boxes on the floor realised immediately what would happen if she tried to pick one up. She thought of asking Derek to do so for her, however felt a now familiar compulsion from her programming telling her to do it, and realised that it was because despite her gender Hilary was a board member and the instruction had come from her explicitly.

Angie in her innocence had no such conflict and had immediately made her way over to pick up the nearest box. Her behaviour and reaction was familiar to Clare, as it was almost identical to the way she had responded to the filing cabinet on Monday. Angie at first tried to squat down for the box with her back away from Derek. However after moving into position to squat down she appeared frozen for a few moments with a strange look of surprise on her face staring down at her legs as though at a disobedient pet.

Her expression then turned to one of shock and her face began to redden as she slowly walked around until her back was to Derek, and then locked her legs straight and slowly bent over from the hips with her back flat, her large butt stuck out for view. She then began to rise holding the box, however slowly and straining against the lack of speed in a way Clare remembered, arching her back and sticking out her butt still more as she uselessly fought the compulsion of the programmed commands in order to rise quickly.

When she had risen holding the box Angie looked deeply embarrassed, and looked at Clare with a ‘you didn’t tell me about that’ look on her face.

Helplessly following the compulsion of the command Clare then did the same with the other box, bending down thrusting out her butt as she picked it up. She was grateful at least that it was not too heavy and did not place too much strain on her back from the position.

When she rose and turned Derek was seated with his mouth open looking from one girl to the other. At last he spoke. ‘I’ll tell her you’re on your way,’ he said. With that he reached for the intercom.

As the girls tripped on their heels down the office corridor holding the boxes Clare glanced over her shoulder, and sure enough Derek was ogling their asses as they walked along. Undoubtedly Angie, like her, was hating the way the whole episode had turned her on so.

After a struggle to open the door both girls walked into Hilary’s office carrying the boxes. Hilary Hayes was seated looking at her computer monitor as they entered.

‘Put the boxes over there,’ she said without looking up pointing at her coffee table opposite her desk.

The girls did so, feeling thankful that there were no men in the room, as this enabled them to squat down to put down the boxes. Even so the tight skirts would undoubtedly still provide a nice view as they squatted.

As she rose Clare glanced over her shoulder and caught a strange look in the eye of Hilary, who appeared to have been watching them squat down and immediately looked away back to the computer screen as she saw Clare look around. Clare found this disconcerting for reasons she couldn’t quite define.

‘Clare, could you please open the door and pop the sign onto “do not disturb” before we continue. Then please both come and sit down,’ Hilary indicated with a smile to the two chairs at the opposite side of her desk. Clare went to the door, opened it, changed the sign and then went over to sit beside Angie, who had already seated herself. Neither girl spoke and both looked nervously towards Hilary.

‘Well I see from your new mode of dress, Angie, that you have gone for a minimalist look. What’s that all about then? I always heard from Keith you were quite the moral majority in the offices.’

Angie blushed. ‘I don’t know,’ she said. ‘I suppose ... well, I suppose I just wanted a change, that’s all.’

‘A very nice change for the boys,’ Hilary replied. ‘One Clare’s already opted for. So is that true of you too, Clare? You just thought you’d have a change and dress like a hooker for the office?’

Clare felt anger and some confusion at Hilary’s tone. She wanted to tell her it wasn’t her choice at all, that she was the subject of some misogynistic sexist game, but could not. Instead she replied, ‘I don’t know. I suppose I just wanted a change, yes.’

‘And what about what you said to me yesterday, Clare,’ Hilary continued quizzically. ‘You said something was happening; something was going on you didn’t understand that was making you behave oddly. Is that still the case?’

‘No! No it isn’t,’ Clare heard herself blurt out under the compulsion of her programmed commands. ‘That was a mistake. Nothing is going on different in any way. I just have decided to dress and behave differently, that’s all.’

‘And what about you, Angie,’ Hilary continued with a strange smile. ‘Do you think there’s anything strange going on affecting the way you behave in any way?’

‘No! No. Not at all,’ Angie replied, swallowing.

‘Perfect. Absolutely perfect,’ Hilary replied smiling. ‘So that’s the test I promised Graham complete. Now I can get on having some fun.’

Clare looked at Hilary in shock. What was she saying?

Hilary reached into a drawer of her desk and took out what appeared to be two copies of a contract. ‘Here,’ she said to Angie. ‘Read this and then sign both copies. In summary it states that you are going to be paid a third of your salary each month and the rest will be paid dependent upon performance. Keith will inform me of that at the end of each month. He tells me it’s to be based upon how satisfied he is with your performance in bed and how well you take his spankings. So in effect not only do you now look like a whore, Angie, you are one. Congratulations.

‘Clare dear,’ Hilary said, turning to her. ‘You are now going to stand up and do a sexy striptease until you are naked apart from your stilettos. So get up and get moving!’

Clare’s heart was beating fast. She could not believe that Hilary was doing this. She had always been such a ready ear for her complaints and problems. She was a woman. She thought she could trust her. How could she?

Clare stood and slowly began to waggle her hips from side to side seductively. As she did she began to smooth her hands down over her breasts and body as though deliberately trying to turn Hilary on, despite definitely not wanting to do so.

‘Excellent, Clare,’ Hilary said looking her over as she began to peel up her vest-top over her head. ‘You didn’t seriously think I was on your side did you?’ she said. ‘Keith and Graham have been friends of mine for years. You don’t get to a position like this as a woman even these days without playing the game as tough as them. I wasn’t helping you with those complaints against Bill Jennings and Keith, I was covering for them. I was blocking your complaints at every turn, you stupid bimbo. Start to turn around and peel that skirt down over your butt real slow whilst you stick it out,’ Hilary said.

Clare, despite now feeling intense anger towards Hilary, did as she was instructed. She turned, stuck out her butt, and after unbuckling her belt and unzipping the three inch zipper on the back of the stretch mini skirt she slowly began to peel it down over her jutting butt.

‘Good. Nice to see your not wearing any panties. Quite appropriate. You know, there are two kinds of women in the world these days. Tough women like me, who can play the game with the boys, and those that get used by them. I play the game. You two are the weak sluts they have chosen to get to use. And as I have a penchant for girls as well, that suits me just fine too. Now let’s see you peel off that bra and then turn around and show me those lovely titties. Make them bounce for me.’

Clare slowly unhooked the bra then slid it off before turning to Hilary. She then jumped up and down slightly, her hands at her sides, her tits bouncing up and down with her movements.

‘Delicious. Now, Clare, I want you to lie on the floor parallel to the table. Put your hands at your sides and your legs together.’

Clare immediately complied, lying on the floor out flat and putting her hands to her sides. Hilary then rose, took off her jacket and threw it on her chair before unzipping her pencil skirt and slipping it off along with her panties. She then walked over to where Clare lay, who looked up at her trepidatiously but still found herself aroused by the embarrassment of the situation.

Hilary then squatted down with her legs either side of Clare and sat on her abdomen. ‘I’ve wanted to do this to your tits for months,’ she said.

Clare watched in horror as Hilary with her knees jamming in Clare’s arms to her sides took hold of Clare’s tits and brought them to the middle, before she began to rub them. She began to massage them in regular circular motions, with a look of intense satisfaction on her face. Clare noticed she differed slightly from either of the men whilst she was doing this, in that she appeared to be taking equal satisfaction in the reactions she was getting from Clare as from the actual act of rubbing the tits themselves.

After a minute or so Hilary paused. She then began to move herself up Clare, over her tits, until her crotch was over Clare’s face.

‘Angie, get down here and kneel opposite me,’ Hilary barked. Angie had been seated frozen after signing the contracts, a look of horror on her face. Clare could see the look. It appeared to be the look of someone who had only ever read about lesbian women, and who could not believe she was in the same room as one, let alone witnessing what she was.

Nevertheless Angie did as she was instructed, clearly fearful, yet equally helpless at the command of a board member.

‘Clare, you are now going to start eating pussy. I’ve heard from the boys you both have had plenty of practice today, so you should be good at it. Make sure you do it good, Clare. Swallow down my juices and lick my lips and clitty nicely. Do your level best to make me cum. And Angie,’ she said looking up at the terrified redhead that now knelt opposite her. ‘Come here so I can get to work on you, young lady.’

Clare immediately began to lick, suck and lap at the musty smelling pussy, darting her tongue at the little stuck out clitty. She heard Hilary moan.

‘Ohhh. Yes. That’s right. That’s nice, Clare. Angie, come here.’

Clare looking up over Hilary’s minge and saw Angie move towards Hilary shakily. She then saw Hilary begin to grope her breasts. Immediately Angie’s hands had gone behind her and Hilary quickly took hold of the little bunny toggle and pulled down the zipper of the top. Clare could feel she was really turned on by what she was doing. Her juices were exuding more and more on Clare’s face and in her mouth. Clare therefore found herself working harder on Hilary’s clit to bring her off.

This caused Hilary to moan and to become even more passionate with Angie, ripping open her bra and groping her large breasts as they bounced free whilst again moaning; ripping down the zipper on her skirt and tearing it open to access Angie’s crotch.

‘Oh yeh. You’re as turned on as me, Angie. You’re a real hot little slut now. That’s it. Enjoy it,’ Hilary said as she kissed Angie’s neck and breasts and began to work her right hand in and out of Angie’s crotch rubbing her clit.

As she did this Hilary began to move her hips, grinding her pussy against Clare’s face. Clare, helplessly did her best to aim her tongue at Hilary’s clit and pussy lips with the movements, with moans from Hilary as she was successful in catching her and Hilary’s arousal level steadily increased.

Clare saw that Angie was becoming equally aroused, as Hilary had said. She was now kissing Angie back passionately as Hilary’s hand worked at the same speed as her hips on Angie’s cunny.

Eventually the movements became more urgent, Hilary grinding on Clare’s face and her hand down Angie’s crotch speeding in unison. Then suddenly with a groan Hilary came, juices squirted into Clare’s mouth as Hilary’s cunny tightened with the orgasm. Looking through the minge Clare saw Angie also suddenly spasm and moan, her lips locked against Hilary’s, but her arms still tucked behind her and her tits stuck out obligingly, bouncing in rhythm with her groans.

The movements of the two girls above Clare suddenly ceased. They were both out of breath. After a moment’s pause Hilary then rose.

‘That was amazing, girls, I have to commend you. That was great. I will have to book you in your diaries for a night for us to spend together when you are free. Oh yes, the diaries and the other stuff,’ she said as if remembering looking over at the two boxes on the coffee table. ‘Get yourselves up, girls, I have some presents for you.’

The girls rose. Their tits wobbled and bounced around in their nakedness. Angie hurriedly dressed herself. Clare also went to pick up her skirt however Hilary stopped her.

‘Don’t try to get dressed in those, Clare. Go over to the boxes and open them. Well go on then, I know you want to. Open the boxes,’ Hilary said as though it were Christmas. ‘The slightly larger one is yours, Clare,’

Clare and Angie walked over to the boxes and opened them. Clare’s contained some clothing, and a pair of shoes. The clothing she could see instantly was a twin of Angie’s new work clothes. There looked to be two pairs of everything: tops, bras, and skirts, complete with bunny patterns and toggles. Clare moved the clothes around and found that there was also a small handbag. This also had a little playboy bunny on.

‘Take out the handbags, girls. As a woman myself you will see I have thought of everything for you. If you are going to do something properly do it properly, that’s my motto, and that’s what I said to Keith. If you want your secretary to dress sluttily get a proper slutty outfit from a uniform sex shop that knows about such things. You’ll find it’s your size, Clare. Graham knows your figure and clothes sizes better than you. He really did his research before he even obtained the AA to use on you.

‘Oh and the handbags – they contain nice garish red lipstick, a mirror compact and nail varnish, and a few other bits of makeup you’ll find useful around the office – and most importantly a diary. You’ll be needing a diary, girls, won’t you? You’re going to be very popular dressed like that, and we can’t have sluts like you treating young men and women like Clare did to Bill yesterday morning. So you’ll need a diary to arrange your dates.

‘Oh yes, nearly forgot the command. From now on, girls, you will at no time refuse a date with either a girl or a guy. In fact if you so much as suspect someone is trying to chat you up you will get out your diary and offer them a slot to either come back to your place or theirs. Remember the principle of first come first served, though – and in your cases served is the operative word.’ Hilary sniggered as she said this. ‘No double booking yourselves.’

Clare and Angie looked at each other with similar distraught expressions.

Hilary looked at her watch. ‘My, look at the time,’ she said. ‘It’s gone five o’clock already. Clare you might as well get dressed in your new clothes to go home in. You won’t be needing these old ones any more. Make sure you dress in your new clothes for work from now on. Oh, and lastly you’ve both got a big day tomorrow. You’re going to be assisting us with the Japanese delegation; lubricating a deal for us for want of a better way of putting it. Graham asked me to give you important orders regarding homework for tomorrow. Are you listening carefully?’

Both girls looked at Hilary with resigned expressions on their faces. Clare couldn’t help but also feel that Hilary looked slightly ridiculous, stood there in just her blouse and bra giving them orders. It didn’t help the hatred she felt of being so easily programmed with orders, though.

‘Okay. Angie, you are going to be staying at Clare’s flat tonight.’

Angie looked at Hilary and then at Clare worriedly.

‘Clare is going to assist you to learn how to suck cock. She has been doing lots of homework and practical on the subject, I’m assured, and will be a great mentor for you. Clare, you and Angie will sleep with each other naked tonight. You will kiss, fondle and masturbate each other, and whilst you do so you will have out that big vibrator I’m told you have and that book on cock sucking Graham gave you. You will go through it together whilst you play for at least two hours after bed time. Make sure you work on each other enthusiastically and bring each other off as many times as you can. And make sure you are both proficient at cock sucking for tomorrow. Understand?’

Both girls nodded.

‘Good. Then you can go.’

The offices were empty when they left, which was fortunate as Clare didn’t really fancy explaining to Derek why she was wearing different clothes exiting Hilary’s office to when she had entered.

The girls drove to Clare’s flat quietly in her car carrying their boxes of clothes. Neither wanted particularly to speak about what they had endured that afternoon. After they arrived Angie made a call to her mother and said she would be staying at a friend’s for the night. Clare then made them both a hot chocolate and they sat in her lounge.

‘Would you like something to eat?’ Clare asked after a while. ‘I can make us a sandwich.’

‘No. I’m not hungry,’ Angie replied. She then paused for a moment and they were silent together again.

She then continued, ‘Look, I really don’t want to sleep with you naked and do those things Hilary suggested. I’ve been brought up to believe ... well ... that things like that are wrong, unnatural. I just want to forget what we did today. We’re away from work and those people now. Perhaps we can get away with pretending we did what Hilary said?’

Clare gave a humph. ‘We can try – if it makes you feel better. How about you sleep on the sofa?’

‘Okay,’ Angie said smiling enthusiastically. ‘I’m glad you don’t want to just go along with what they tell us – not that I’m suggesting you would because of your character or anything.’

‘Of course not,’ Clare replied with a rye smile. ‘Not much point after today either of us judging anyone else anyway, is there?’

‘No,’ Angie replied uncomfortably. ‘I suppose not. Actually I think I am hungry. How do you fancy a takeaway?’

The two girls then ordered a Chinese and after it arrived ate hungrily. Afterwards Clare had a shower and after Angie also took one Clare leant her a nighty and a dressing gown. They stayed up watching the TV for a while trying to distract themselves and then decided to try to sleep.

‘Perhaps if we get to sleep early we’ll wake up in the morning and won’t have done what Hilary said? It’ll be kind of like their spell will be broken,’ Angie said, as she curled up on the sofa under a blanket and Clare was going to her bedroom.

‘Yeh. Perhaps,’ Clare said. But she wasn’t holding out much hope.

Two hours passed and for Clare the compulsion to Hilary’s command was creeping up on her like a junky’s withdrawals. She fought it and tried to get to sleep. ‘Perhaps Angie already has,’ she thought.

She then heard something in the darkness of her bedroom walking. Her bed clothes then began moving. She knew who it was and why she was there, so she switched on her bedside light.

‘I was cold on the sofa,’ Angie said. ‘I just thought, well, it would be warmer if we were in together. It might make it easier to get to sleep if we are here to support one another.’

Clare smiled. ‘Okay, let’s give it a try.’ She then switched off the bedside light.

An hour passed uneventfully except for the two girls turning fitfully around the bed uncomfortably. For Clare the compulsion was becoming unbearable and she knew it would be the same for Angie, but hoped that neither would crack. She then heard Angie sigh and turn to her. Angie’s left arm embraced her. It was too much. Springing up Clare turned on the bedside light.

‘What’s wrong?’ Angie asked innocently.

‘You know what’s wrong,’ Clare answered as she lay down again beside Angie. ‘It’s no use. You know that – don’t you?’

Angie looked down at the bed briefly and then looked up at Clare and said, ‘Yes. I suppose so.’

Clare sat up and took off her nighty. Angie sat up and did the same. The girls then embraced and kissed, and their hand roamed over each other with a sigh of relief from both, like a drunk getting his first shot after a dry day. As they paused Clare again sat up, and then reached for her bedside cabinet to take out her vibrator and her copy of Better Fellatio.