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 The Assistant II Copyright 2002 by The Wraith



   Bla, Bla, Bla, Legal bullshit, You MUST be Over 18 to read this story!

   This is a direct continuation to the Assistant posted a while ago.  You
may want to read the first chapter.

   Wendy was sitting at her desk with the phone still in her hand, and
could not believe what Sandra was asking her to do.  Wendy thought, "I
can't do it.  There is no way I can sit at my desk with my shirt open.  Is
she crazy to think I will wait patiently for her to enter my office, and
inspect me like a side of beef?  I won't do it!" Wendy finally hangs up her
phone, and was staring at the closed door.  She was contemplating her
options, and thought, "I will not degrade myself, but do I have any
choice?" Wendy was reluctantly becoming accustomed to doing whatever Sandra
asked of her.  This scared Wendy deep inside, but it also fanned the flame
of excitement in the conservative woman a little more every time Sandra
asked her to do something she knew was wrong, although Wendy tried not to
admit it to herself.

   Wendy with trembling fingers unbuttoned the first button, and with shaky
fingers continued down the front of her white shirt until all the buttons
were undone.  Wendy looked at her ample bust, and even with all her buttons
undone, the shirt was still closed, and her white bra was still covered. 
Wendy waited nervously at her desk with her growing fear of someone else
entering her office, but this fear turned to excitement, and Wendy's body
grew aroused.  Wendy crossed her legs, and tried to divert the pleasure
that grew between her supple thighs.

   Sandra hung up the phone, and was pleasantly surprised by the total lack
of complaint from Wendy.  Sandra knew she had to tread lightly in the
beginning, and get her boss off balance slowly before she put her to the
ultimate test.  The time was approaching, her boss would soon be huddled
naked under her desk and utterly humiliated, but that was about a month
away.  Sandra felt her breasts responding and her nipples starting to
harden just at the thought of her boss naked and acclimated to receiving
her orders.  Sandra waited for about five minutes, before she called her
boss again on the phone.  She knew Wendy must be going insane with the
waiting, and with no word of what was expected of her.  Sandra played this
game before, and she always began the same slow way.

   Wendy was feeling self-conscious about her shirt being unbuttoned. 
Wendy started fidgeting in her chair as her panties were becoming
uncomfortably damp.  Her hot juices were soon flowing, and Wendy was
worried her office was starting to smell musky from her arousal.  She sat
at her desk trembling as the time passed, and by the thought of what Sandra
might ask her to do.  Wendy was secretly hoping for something wild, but at
the same time she was utterly terrified by the prospect of doing anything
lesbian.  Wendy with shaking fingers opened her shirt just the slightest,
no more than a couple inches between her breasts so her white bra and a
modest amount of cleavage was showing.  Wendy knew Sandra might be checking
soon, and Wendy was concerned about Miss O'Donnell's reaction to her closed
blouse.

   Wendy fearfully answered the phone, wondering what was next, "Hello?"

   "Wendy is your shirt open like I asked?"

   "My shirt is unbuttoned, Miss O'Donnell."

   "Wendy do you like sitting in your office with your shirt open?  I
wonder if you're worried about Mr.  Tate entering your office, and looking
at your large firm tits with your tan hard nipples trying to escape by
pushing through your bra?  What do you say Wendy, do you think I should
invite Mr.  Tate to come take a look at how one of his senior executives is
dressed?  "

   "No!  Please don't Miss O'Donnell." Wendy feels a ripple of pleasure
throbbing in her loins as she thinks about her tits being on display, but
she is also scared of the threat.  Wendy grabs the front of her white
blouse, and pulls it closed.  She sits there thinking about her boss
entering her office right now, and what the consequences would be.

   "Wendy?"

   "Uhm... Yes, Miss O'Donnell?"

   "Wendy, did you close your shirt?"

   "No!  Well... maybe a little..." Wendy hears the door opening, and
quickly covers her chest with a manila folder.  She is certain it is her
boss.  Wendy thought, "I'll just die being known as a corporate slut."

   Sandra entered the office of her boss, and seeing her conservative
middle-aged boss cowering behind a folder trying to hide her open shirt
made Sandra smile, as she shut the door, and the loud click of the lock
resonated throughout the quiet office.

   Wendy waited for a couple seconds, and saw it was only Miss O'Donnell.
Wendy lowered her folder, and at Sandra's gesture Wendy opened her shirt
showing most of her white bra, and felt her growing lust start to build. 
Seeing the look on Sandra's face Wendy pulled the blouse off her shoulders,
and was soon sitting behind her desk wearing just her white bra.  Wendy
blushed at the lustful looks from Sandra, and was not sure why she was so
turned on.  Wendy crossed her legs, and felt a ripple of pleasure shoot
through her body.  Wendy could not remember ever being this turned on by
the anticipation of what may happen.  Wendy felt like a schoolgirl on her
first date, or the first time she went parking with a boy.

   "Good girl, Wendy." Sandra said as She walked closer to Wendy.  Sandra
stood behind Wendy's chair, and placed both her hands on Wendy's shoulders.
Sandra rubbed the shoulders, and then slowly lowered her fingers, and toyed
with Wendy's bra straps.  Sandra took her time, and just caressed Wendy's
shoulders, and tried to make Wendy want more.  Sandra slowly lowered her
hands down to Wendy's breasts and started to knead them very softly.  The
whispered moan from Wendy was a good sign.  Sandra tweaked Wendy's nipples,
and felt the response in Wendy's body.  Sandra increased the pressure on
Wendy's breasts until a grunt from Wendy was heard.  Sandra started to
firmly caress Wendy's tits again, and Sandra used less and less pressure,
and felt Wendy lean forward trying to get her to fondle her harder.

   Sandra stopped caressing Wendy altogether, and turned the chair.  Sandra
looked into the eyes of Wendy, and could see the lust growing behind
Wendy's girlish blushes.  Sandra leaned down, and pecked Wendy lightly on
the lips, and started kissing her boss.  Sandra was not surprised, after
only a slight hesitation, Wendy returned her kiss.  Sandra broke the now
passionate kiss after a minute or so, and quickly pulled away, and smiled
as Wendy leaned forward trying to maintain the kiss.  Sandra sat down on
Wendy's lap, and placed her right arm around Wendy's shoulder.  Sandra felt
Wendy's left arm wrap around her waist.  Sandra took Wendy's right hand and
placed it on her thigh, and pushed it up under her skirt, and used her
tongue to lick Wendy's ear, and whispered very softly in her ear, "You're a
very good kisser Wendy, and Wendy you're so beautiful, and soft." Sandra
moved Wendy's hand higher under her skirt, and started to rub it across her
pussy, "YES!  Wendy there.  OH, Please Wendy.  Please rub me just a little
harder.  Yes!  Wendy right there." When Sandra let go Wendy kept rubbing.
Sandra pulled Wendy's bra cups down, and caressed and rolled the hard
nipples between her thumb and forefinger.  Sandra varied the pressure
between light, and hard.

   Wendy could not believe she had her assistant on her lap, and was
passionately kissing another woman in her office.  Wendy could not believe
she was feeling another woman's panties, and another woman was playing with
her breasts.  Wendy was caught in her need to pleasure Sandra, and she
cupped and squeezed, and then moved her entire hand a couple times over the
hot moist panties of Sandra.  Wendy then started to stroke up and down with
her fingers, forcing the wet nylon panties into Sandra's slit.  Wendy felt
Sandra's tongue lick her mouth, and then move inside, and Sandra stroked
and expertly fondled her breasts, Wendy stopped rubbing her middle finger
along the slit of Sandra, and pulled the wet panties to the side, and
pushed two fingers deep into the sopping wet pussy of Sandra.  Wendy used
her thumb and tried to stroke Sandra's clit, while her fingers were busy
moving in and out.  Wendy varied the speed of her exploring fingers, and
she felt Sandra stiffen, and moan in her mouth as they lustfully kissed.

   Sandra felt Wendy's fingers push inside, and the inexperienced caress to
her clit.  Sandra's impending climax was heightened by the lustful moans
from Wendy, offset by the quiet surroundings of the office, and the fact
Sandra knew this was only the beginning for her control over Wendy.  Sandra
thought about all the fun to come in the next couple months.  Sandra was
fast approaching an orgasm.  Sandra arched her back trying to get Wendy's
fingers in deeper.  Sandra felt the powerful orgasm roll through her body,
as she was kissing Wendy.

   Sandra sat on her boss's lap, and leisurely caressed Wendy's breasts
while she regained her senses.  The orgasm was great, and Sandra thought,
"Damn, that was great.  I wonder how talented her tongue will be?" Sandra
kissed Wendy hard, and twisted Wendy's nipples firmly for a second.  Sandra
got up, and straightened her clothing, and without a word left Wendy's
office.  Sandra knew what she was doing, and thought, "Wendy will sit here
wondering why I left in such a hurry, and feel guilty about what happened
here today, and more importantly if it was something she did wrong, and how
she can fix it.  She will become off-balanced, and I will be able to
exploit her confusion."

   Wendy sat there confused by Sandra's sudden departure, and she still had
the overwhelming need throbbing between her legs.  Wendy was humiliated as
she thought back about how Sandra fondled her breasts, and kissed her, and
worse by what she willingly did to Sandra.  Wendy still felt Sandra's
kisses, and the wonderful caresses to her breasts.  Wendy looked to the
phone hoping it would ring, but the seconds turned to minutes, and still
the phone did not ring.  Wendy's left hand absentmindedly played with the
blue skirt's hem.  Wendy stroked her pantyhosed covered thigh working the
hand higher under the blue skirt.  Wendy wanted to stop, but she was caught
in her lust, and had an irresistible need to climax.  Wendy was shocked as
her usual restrained fantasies slowly turned to how Sandra ordered her to
comply, and Sandra made her do the nastiest of things.  The left hand now
rubbed the tan pantyhose, and worked the damp white cotton panties into her
slit.  The juices made the cotton slick, and the experienced finger moved
faster over the wet slit.  Wendy felt a powerful need to get her fingers
deep inside.  Wendy pushed her hands under her pantyhose, and panties, and
she worked two fingers inside, and used her thumb to rub her aching clit.
Hunger and humiliation rolled through Wendy as she felt the orgasm
approaching.  Wendy wanted to die as she forcefully climaxed in her office,
and wondered if anyone heard her.  Wendy hung her head in shame, and
started to cry as she fixed her clothing, and thought, "How did this come
to pass?  What is wrong with me?!"

   Sandra heard a quiet grunt, and then rapid moaning breathing from her
boss's office, and Sandra knew Wendy Wilson was masturbating in her office,
and just had an orgasm.  Sandra heard the quiet crying, had a large
satisfied grin on her face at the progress from her boss.  She knew from
experience how much to push, and some women needed very little, their own
desires for humiliation would do all the work.  Sandra was relaxed, and
satisfied by her climax, but she would still stick to her plan, and work
Wendy slowly to accept her orders.

   Wendy was becoming a nervous wreck at the office.  Wendy could not
figure out a routine from Sandra.  Sandra left her alone all day after she
was made to open her blouse.  The next day every five minutes or so, Wendy
was made to open her blouse, or pull her skirt over her hips, or pull her
pantyhose down to her knees.  Wendy was thankful when it was finally time
to go home.  The next couple days went into a blur of torment, and teasing.
Climaxing in her quiet office was now turning into a daily occurrence for
Wendy, and when Wendy talked to Sandra to say goodnight of Friday, she was
made to go to the restroom and bring back her panties before leaving work.

   Wendy was thankful it was the weekend, but now she constantly worried
that Sandra would make her to do something too extreme.  Wendy thought, "
I'm so scared someone might find out what I'm up to.  How will I explain
this to my husband, and family?  I know Sandra is slowly increasing her
control, but how can I stop before I'm actually naked?  What will happen
after I am naked?  I have to stop Sandra before it is too late, but deep
inside I'm scared I'm too late already as I'm beginning to like what she is
asking me to do." Wendy's assistant was barely talking to her on Monday. 
Wendy was too afraid to ask her assistant for anything, Wendy was left
alone again all day, but she did not know weather to be happy or sad.

   Sandra loved the slow degradation of Wendy, and knew soon the time was
ripe to pluck the cherry.  She laughed about the look on Wendy's face as
she was made to hand over her drab white cotton panties before starting
work on Tuesday.  Sandra would test Wendy today.  She called Wendy and
said, "Wendy are you wearing a slip today?"

   "Of course Miss O'Donnell."

   "Good take off your skirt, and fold it, and place it in your closet."

   "But... I have a meeting... Please Miss..." Wendy stopped speaking, and
knew all hope was lost.  She knew she was about to take off her skirt, and
sit in her office in just her slip until Sandra said it was long enough. 
Wendy thought, "I hope she is in a good mood, and lets me get dressed
before my meeting in a half hour."

   Sandra waited for about two minutes, and called Wendy again, "Wendy,
take off your pantyhose, and throw them in the garbage can, and then take
off panties, and place them flat in the middle of your desk."

   "Please... I have..."

   "Wendy!"

   "Right away Miss O'Donnell."

   Sandra entered Wendy's office, and there in the middle of the mahogany
desk, on the green blotter was a pair of white cotton panties.  The blush
on Wendy's face was spectacular.  Sandra went to the desk and said "Stand
up."

   Wendy was embarrassed as she stood because she was not wearing her
skirt, and by her plain white cotton panties lying on her expensive desk.
Wendy felt so exposed, and naked.  The white satin half-slip was cool
against her body, and the satin slip was bunched a little between her ass
cheeks, but Wendy was too nervous to fix her slip.

   Sandra looked over Wendy, and she looked damn good.  Sandra walked
slowly around Wendy, and pulled the slip from Wendy's ass cheeks, and
caressed Wendy's butt before she walked to the front.  The mid-thigh white
half-slip, with its flowered lace banding, and the slight slit on the right
side, gave spectacular a hint of naked thigh.  The blouse was just past the
slip's waistband.  Sandra said, "Sit down Wendy, but do not sit on that
pretty slip.  You don't want to wrinkle such a pretty slip."

   Wendy felt Sandra's unashamed inspection of her womanly charms, and it
was making Wendy blush furiously as she slowly lifted her slip above her
hips.  When she sat down, her leather chair was cool, and it stuck to her
ass as she slid back in her chair to get comfortable.  Wendy felt like a
slut with her slip bunched about her waist, but at least the white satin
slip was now between her thighs and it covered her.

   Sandra said "Wendy, spread you knees, and arranging your slip so I can
see your pussy."

   Wendy blushed at Sandra's crudeness.  Wendy blushed a deeper shade as
she spread her knees about two inches.  She hoped Sandra would not see her
growing excitement.  Wendy thought, "I must look like a slut.  I know I
feel like one."

   "Wendy, I can't see anything yet.  Open Sesame." Sandra said smiling.

   Wendy opened her knees another inch, hoping it would be enough.  Wendy
blushed another shade of red as Sandra looked unashamedly between her
thighs.

   "Wider!" Sandra said harshly.

   Wendy was scared, and opened her leg till they touched the arms on the
chair.  She was humiliated by her exposure.  She was sure Sandra would see
the juices now sliding down her ass, and cringed as Sandra knelt between
her wide-open legs.  Wendy started as Sandra ran a finger through her pubic
hair.  Wendy felt the finger lightly traced over her labia.  Wendy was sure
it was a red-hot poker.  Sandra's finger burned as it stroked, and
intimately caressed her.  The finger soon delved inside, and stoked the
fire that now grew inside Wendy.  The need to climax soon built inside
Wendy, and took all thoughts from her mind, and replaced them with a
ravenous hunger between her legs.

   "You have a nice looking pussy Wendy.  I'm glad to see you trim it
neatly." Sandra pushed two fingers inside Wendy, and used all her
experience to bring Wendy very close to an orgasm, and then at the very
brink, Sandra backed off leaving Wendy frustrated.  Sandra teased her boss
like this for about five minutes always bring Wendy to the brink, but never
letting her fall into oblivion.

   Wendy rocked her hips forward again with the expectation of finally
climaxing, but every time Sandra removed her finger just before she could
climax.  Wendy's need to climax turned her into a bundle of raw nerves, and
she was reduced to pleading, "Please Miss O'Donnell... PLEASE..." Wendy
rocked her hips forward as Sandra pushed an extra finger inside.  This
caused a small amount of pain to Wendy, but the pain acted like an
aphrodisiac, and Wendy moaned, "OH GOD!  YES!" as Sandra pinch her clit. 
"NO!  DON'T STOP!  Please..." Wendy was on the brink, and then the finger
was once again gone.

   Sandra waited until she was sure Wendy was again able to think again and
said, "You will not touch your pussy, and if you climax before I let you,
you will be sorry.  Do you understand?  Good.  Now, You can pull you chair
under your desk, but your knees are to remain open, and touching the sides
of your desk." Sandra took a couple papers on Wendy's desk, and placed the
papers so they just barely covered Wendy's panties and pointing to the
covered panties on the desk, Sandra said, "You will not touch these panties
no matter what, and you are to leave your legs spread.  If you disobey I
will punish you severely.  I will be right back, and if you're good we will
continue, and I will let you climax, but if you're bad..."

   Wendy watched Sandra leave, and thought, "If I don't cum soon I'll die."
Wendy wanted to finish her climax, but was scared.  She sat there and
cooled down, and thought, "I have about five minutes before my meeting is
to take place." Wendy saw just a hint of her white cotton bikini panties
peeking out from under the papers.  Wendy became a nervous wreck as the
minutes slowly passed.  She thought, "Sandra will be back soon, and she
will tell me, I better hurry and get dressed.  What am I a little girl? 
I'm a grown woman!  I will just get dressed, and the hell with Sandra!  NO,
this is a test, and Sandra knows the meeting is canceled, but she is
testing me.  I better wait.  I wonder if my office smells musky?  I better
get up, and open the window.  No.  I better get dressed.  NO..." these
thoughts passed back and forth, and the time slipped by.  She worried as it
was time for the meeting to take place in her office, and there was no time
to left to fix her clothing, or air out the smell from her arousal.  Wendy
saw the door open, and Mr.  Donner entered.  Wendy tried to remain calm,
but she felt like a royal slut with her slip well above her hips, her naked
ass sticking to her leather chair, her thighs wide-open spreading her
vagina, knees hurting from touching the hard desk, and her panties just
lying on the desk under a couple papers.  The worst part for Wendy was the
fact she was becoming increasingly aroused again.

   Wendy exchanged pleasantries, and felt a shudder of lust run through out
her body as Mr.  Donner leaned across her desk to shake her hand.  She felt
a single drop of arousal run down from her pussy across her ass, and Wendy
wanted to scream in frustration as another slid down her ass, and soon
there was a small pool on her leather chair.  She was sure Mr.  Donner
could smell her lust, and he seemed to know her panties were on her desk,
and Wendy thought to find an explanation why her panties would be on her
desk during their meeting.  Wendy was utterly humiliated throughout their
short meeting.  She was thankful it was over quickly, but Sandra did not
immediately call and tell her to get dressed.  Wendy tried to get back to
work, but she could not concentrate.  Wendy's thoughts now rested solely in
the need to cum, and she once again thought about masturbating in her
office.  Wendy thought she was about to go insane if Sandra did not come in
her office soon.

   Sandra thought, "The meeting was faster than I expected, and I wonder
how Wendy did?  I better let Wendy suffer in silence for a couple more
minutes." Sandra waited, and then entered Wendy's office.  Sandra walked to
Wendy, and pulled out Wendy's chair, and knelt between her boss's open
knees.

   Wendy was shaking when Sandra pulls her chair out, and knelt between her
knees.  Wendy could already feel those magic fingers even though Sandra had
not touched her yet.  Sandra motions, and Wendy slides forward in her chair
till her ass was almost off the chair.  Wendy was nervous about what was
about to happen.  Wendy was watching Sandra's hands slowly move to the
buttons on Wendy's shirt.  Wendy shudders, and wants to tell Sandra to
stop, but Sandra continues to unbutton her shirt, and soon Wendy's shirt
was on top of desk beside her panties.  Wendy's bra soon joins the rest of
her clothing leaving the executive naked except for her white slip still
bunched above her hips.  Wendy moans as Sandra starts to caress her naked
breasts.  Wendy almost screams as Sandra licks her naked bellybutton.

   Sandra licked up Wendy's left thigh, and moved to the right, and then
back to the left again.  She saw Wendy shudder as she let her long hair
brush lightly over Wendy's naked body.  Sandra wrapped her arms around the
thighs of Wendy, and used her thumbs to spread Wendy's pussy open.  Sandra
lightly licked the juices of the outer lips, and caressed her clit.  Sandra
varied the pressure as she licked Wendy.  She pushed her tongue into Wendy
like a small cock, and was rewarded by a lusty moan from Wendy.  Sandra
reached up, and tweaked the nipples on Wendy.  Sandra felt Wendy arch her
pelvis trying to get the tongue deeper, but Sandra relaxed the pressure.

   Wendy was on autopilot as her body was fighting to climax, and Wendy bit
her lip in order to quiet her moans of pleasure.  Sandra brought her to the
brink once again, and Wendy would have screamed and cursed had she not been
in her office.  She was sure she would never have an orgasm, and
unconsciously pulled Sandra's head tight to her body.  Wendy was rewarded
when felt Sandra roughly use her tongue on her clit, and she moaned in
pleasure as two fingers were pushed deep inside.  Wendy caressed her own
breasts while Sandra's fingers were busy.  Wendy felt the fingers pushed in
and out faster and faster.  Then the clit was tweaked, and the tremors
started in Wendy's lower belly and spread out like electricity throughout
her entire body.  Wendy's orgasm crested, but Sandra did not let up, and a
smaller, but still powerful orgasm shook Wendy, and yet once again another
ripple of pleasure passed through Wendy's body.  This left the older woman
gasping, trying to catch her breath.  Wendy never experienced anything like
that in her entire life, and would not have believed her body capable of
such pleasure if she had not just enjoyed them.

   Sandra was pleased by the progress of Wendy, but she was sorely tempted
to have Wendy return the favor, but it was too early in the training to
have Wendy use her tongue.  Sandra helped Wendy dress, and the women went
home for the weekend.

   Wendy felt things at home were falling apart due to her jittery nerves.
Wendy could not get Sandra out of her mind, and when her husband would try
to make love to her, she saw Sandra's face, and body, and was soon
disappointed by his feeble attempts at making love.  She was short tempered
with her daughter, and Wendy thought about going to a psychologist for help
with her growing obsession.  Wendy was getting dressed for work, and was
buttoning her blouse, and heard the phone, and answered it.  "Hello?"

   "Hello Wendy." Sandra said.  Sandra knew it was time to rattle her
boss's chain again, and this time in the sanctity of her home.  Sandra
wanted Wendy to know there was no place she was safe.

   "Hello Sandra... I mean Miss O'Donnell." Wendy said.  Wendy was scared
Sandra called her at home, and as she said, "Uhm, what can I do for you
Miss O'Donnell?" Wendy felt a tingling in her breasts, and her nipples
starting to get erect.  Her panties under her pantyhose were growing
uncomfortably tight.

   "I want you to dress sexy today for me.  I want you to wear your
shortest skirt, and a tight low-cut sweater.  Put on extra make-up.  Oh...
don't forget to wear something sexy under your clothes, for me to look at
today.  Your days of white cotton panties are over.  You will dress sexy
under your clothing from now on, and NO PANTYHOSE!  Do you own a
garterbelt?"

   "I sorry Miss O'Donnell I don't have a garterbelt, but my daughter has a
pair of black thigh-highs.  Will that be OK?"

   "Yes, But what are you going to wear today Wendy?"

   Wendy took the portable phone, and shut her bedroom door.  She was
scared to answer incase her daughter might hear her, and said, "I will...
Uhm... wear a short skirt, and a tight sweater...and... Uhm... I will wear
something... sexy under my clothing... for you to look at, and wear extra
make-up, and my daughter's thigh-highs" Wendy was practically dripping, and
was glad for the excuse to change her panties before she left to work.

   "Very good Wendy.  Do not disappoint me, or you will be punished."

   Wendy changed her lingerie, and was now dressed in a sheer peach bra and
panty set.  Wendy walked across the bedroom towards the closet, and she
felt her breasts bouncing in the sheer peach bra.  She caught sight of
herself in the mirror on the closet door, and she saw how transparent this
lingerie was.  There was nothing being hidden by this lingerie.  Her
nipples and pubic hair were plainly visual, and Wendy feared walking at
work wearing this bra, but she owned no other clean sexy lingerie.  Wendy
knew she would have to be careful walking in the office today, and looked
through her closet for the short black dress she knew she had hiding in
there.  She remembered when she bought this skirt, but never had the nerve
to wear it out in public.  Wendy was unsure why she bought this particular
dress.  The skirt was well shorter than her usual knee length work skirts,
and Wendy had trouble zipping up the dress.  Wendy was now fully conscious
of the 7 pounds she gained over the winter, and the skirt clung seductively
to her hips and ass.  Wendy finished getting dressed, and looked in the
mirror, and thought she looked like her daughter going out clubbing, not a
professional going to work.  Wendy adjusted her sweater trying to cover her
cleavage.  The sweater was showed too much, and was too tight to wear to
work.  Wendy dreaded going to work dressed like this, and thought about
what people might say to her.  Wendy was happy to hear her daughter leave,
and went and got the thigh-highs.  Wendy could not bear to have her
daughter catch her dressed like a slut going to work.

   Wendy was driving to work, and the skirt seems to have a mind of its
own. The skirt crept up her thighs, and when Wendy looks down her
thigh-high tops were showing.  A minute later she looks down, she could see
her peach panties.  Wendy was now constantly tugging her skirt down, but
the skirt was too tight to pull down sitting.  Standing the black skirt was
just above her middle thigh.  It was short, but Wendy hopes it looks a
little respectable, but walking made the skirt ride up.  Wendy was worried
as she slowly walks across the parking lot, trying to keep her breasts from
bouncing and keep her skirt from riding up, when she heard some guys say,
"Yo, look at those big tits bounce on that bitch!" "She's some slut
secretary, trying to get a raise out of her boss." "Hell, she gave me a
raise in my pants.  I wish she were my secretary.  I'd bend her over my
desk, and give her this raise..." Wendy ignores the rest of the rude
comments about her, and she hurries across the parking lot.  She was
self-conscious about how she was dressed, but there was nothing she could
do now, and she walks to the elevator.  Wendy adjusts her sweater as soon
as the elevator doors shut, pulls her skirt down again, and she prayed it
would stay down this time.

   Wendy was sitting at her desk, and her short black skirt was almost to
her peach sheer panties again, and the lacy black stocking tops were
exposed and a couple inches of bare thigh.  Wendy had to stand, and pull
her skirt down for the tenth time.  She was having trouble concentrating on
her morning reports.  She kept expecting Sandra to call her.

   Wendy was going back to her office, after getting some coffee, and she
saw her friend, Joanne Cooper.  Joanne was a cute, thin, married blonde
soccer mom.  She looked like she was a woman in her 20s, but she was almost
40, and Wendy was always a little jealous of Joanne's natural good looks.

   "Wow!  Wendy, what is the occasion?  You look great.  Do you have a hot
date tonight?  Well I'm sure there's some drooling execs around here
today." Joanne said laughing.

   "Uhm... No Joanne just thought I'd dress up a little today." Wendy said.
Wendy was flustered by Joanne's questioning, and started to flee into to
her office, but Joanne followed.  Wendy stopped in the middle of her office
as Joanne kept on talking to her.

   "It worked.  Wow!  I feel like a slob standing next to you." Joanne saw
Sandra walk into the office, and she was puzzled why Sandra shut the office
door, and stood so close to Wendy.  Joanne thought, "Wendy seems scared,
and is shaking like a leaf.  I wonder what is wrong?"

   Sandra watched the two friends walk into the office, and she thought,
"I've always meant to go after Joanne as soon as Wendy was ready.  Let's go
give Joanne and Wendy a test right now." Sandra walked up behind the
chatting friends, and stood next to Wendy, and placed her hand on her
boss's ass, and started to caress it.  Sandra said, "Now, Mrs.  Cooper, if
you dressed a little younger, and daring, like Wendy here, you would be
swelling all the men's heads, and I think you know which ones, don't you."
Then Sandra gave a sexy little laugh.

   Wendy wanted to run or scream as her assistant was blatantly kneading
her ass.  Wendy was humiliated, and could not believe she was just standing
there.  Wendy thought, "I hope Joanne doesn't see what Sandra is doing.  I
will be a laughing stock in the office, and known as a slut.  I can't
believe I'm getting turned on.  Oh God... but that feels great." Wendy
feels Sandra's finger trace her butt crack trying to turn her panties into
a thong, and then firmly caress the rest of her ass and thought, "I'm so
ashamed.  I can't believe I'm letting myself be humiliated, and loving it.
I have to move before Joanne sees what is going on.  When Joann leaves I
will do whatever Sandra wants, but I can't do this in front of Joanne. 
What will she think?  Do it!  MOVE!" Wendy gets her courage up, and moves a
little to the left, but Sandra's hand on her ass, slipped between her legs,
and grabbed a handful of dress, and pulled her back next to Sandra.

   Sandra looked in Joanne's eyes, and saw the same weakness in Wendy's
eyes when she started as her assistant.  Sandra kneaded the ass of Wendy
quite firmly.  She made sure Wendy's dress was moving.  Sandra watched
Joanne's eyes move down Wendy's body, and lock on the short skirt.  Sandra
slowly pulled up Wendy's skirt, and slipped her hand under the skirt. 
Sandra rubbed Wendy's silky pantied covered ass till she saw the
recognition in Joanne face of what she was doing, and then Sandra walked
closer to Joanne, and saw the silly housewife shudder.

   "...." Joanne was trying to talk, but she was shocked because it seemed
Wendy's dress was moving upwards.  Joanne was not happy about Sandra's
coarseness.  Joanne soon figured out why Wendy's dress was moving. 
"OHMYGOD!  Sandra is rubbing Wendy's ass, and right in front of me." Joanne
thought.  Joanne wanted to flee as Sandra moved towards her, but her feet
would not move.  Joanne said, "I better be getting back to my office..."
Joanne shuddered as Sandra moved behind her, and placed both hands on her
shoulders, and Sandra's thumbs caressed the hair on the nape of her neck.
Joanne felt Sandra's breasts pushing on her back, and Sandra's quiet
breathing by her ear.



   "Say goodbye to your little friend Wendy, and tell her she is welcome to
CUM in your office anytime, and we'll all have a nice private chat.  Just
us girls." Sandra was almost laughing at these two naïve women, and the
shocked looks on their faces.  Sandra saw Wendy fixing her skirt and said
harshly, "Wendy, leave it!"

   "Please don't Miss O'Donnell.  Not in front of Joanne."

   "Get that skirt up.  Right Now!"

   "I can't... Please..." Wendy said pleadingly.

   "What did I say to you this morning?  You're in trouble young lady!" You
will be punished.  Do you want some more?"

   "No!  Please Miss O'Donnell.  I'll be good." Wendy answered before she
thought about what Joanne would think, and as soon as Wendy looked into
Joanne's eyes she felt totally humiliated someone else knew she taking
orders from her assistant.  Wendy looked to the floor in shame as she
pulled up her skirt to her hips.

   Joanne was shocked by what she was witnessing, and could not believe
what was going on here.  She heard about these types of relationships, but
never thought Wendy would be in one.  Joanne was staring intently at
Wendy's sheer peach panties.  Joanne could not believe she was growing
aroused, and she tried to turn towards the door, and make her escape, but
Sandra would not let her turn.

   Sandra felt the tremor run through Joanne's body, and she said, "Nice
panties Wendy.  Joanne, are your panties this sheer?" Sandra knew Joanne
would not answer, but she wanted to shock this woman before she let her
leave.  "Joanne, too bad your wearing pants or I would make you lift your
dress, and show Wendy your panties.  It is only fair.  She showed you hers.

   Wendy was on the verge of tears.  Never in her whole life has she been
so humiliated.  She tried to resist, but the hunger of her body made her
respond, and pull up her skirt, and show her thin panties.  She was sure
Joanne would tell someone, but Wendy could not stop herself from obeying
Sandra.  She knew she was losing her willpower over her own life, and this
was the first test.  Wendy was not sure if she passed or failed.

   Sandra knew she had another playmate for Wendy, but one at a time. 
Sandra leaned close to Joanne's ear and whispered.  "Joanne, I'm going to
ask Wendy to slip off her sheer panties, and then I'm going to spank her
bare bottom till it is crimson.  You better leave now, or you will be next.
Do I need to threaten you not to tell anyone?" Sandra took a half step
back, and let her fingers move from the shoulders, and she caressed
Joanne's from her shoulders down her perfect ass.  Sandra gave a light slap
to Joanne's ass, and whispered, "Joanne, if you tell a soul, I will have
you fired, and then spank this cute ass till you can't sit for a week.  Now
say goodbye."

   "I won't say anything..." Joanne was trembling with lust as she
answered. Joanne thought about her gentle husband, and the fact that they
have not made love in over five months, and with her son away at collage
she was feeling all alone lately.  Joanne wondered what it would be like to
have someone in really in charge, and what Sandra was really going to do,
and make Wendy do after.

   "Wendy, tell Joanne she's welcome to come back anytime, and shouldn't
you be taking your panties off, so your punishment can begin?"

   "Yes, Miss O'Donnell.  Goodbye Joanne.  Please come to my office
anytime..." Wendy said.  Wendy closed her eyes and felt the tears begin to
fall down her face as she slipped her panties to the floor, and step out of
them.

   Joanne felt Sandra slightly try to turn her, and push her towards the
door.  Joanne made no attempt to move.  Joanne was silently hoping Sandra
would make her stay, but she took a last look at Wendy.  Wendy still had
her skirt up above her hips, and the brown bush starting to be reveled as
those sheer peach panties were pushed to her knees.  Joanne was too scared
to utter one word even though she wanted to stay.  She watched as Wendy
stepped out of those peach panties, and Joanne did not move as Sandra went
and picked up those panties.  Sandra turned with the panties in her hand
walked and stood in front of Joanne and folded them.  Joanne did not know
what Sandra wanted as she held out the folded panties.  Joanne stood still
as the panties were stuffed down the front of her blouse, and placed under
her bra strap.

   "A present.  Keep them close to your heart.  One day I will call you,
and ask you to bring them back.  Don't lose them, because without your
memento of today you will never again witness what you have seen here
today, but beware if you come back you will have to join in.  The choice is
yours." Sandra said and guided Joanne to the door.  Sandra turning towards
Wendy said, "Wendy, take off the rest of your clothing.  You disappointed
me today, and so this spanking you will be naked."

   Joanne turned to watch Wendy remove her sweater, and Joanne saw the
matching Bra to the panties in her shirt.  Joanne tried to slow her escape,
but Sandra opened the door, and pushed her into the outer office.  Joanne
kept thinking about Wendy as she walked back to her office, and how she
ended up in this position.  Joanne could not get the image out of her mind
of Wendy taking off her panties at Sandra's orders.  Joanne pictured
herself in the same scenario, and a tremor of lust racked her body.  Joanne
thought, "I wonder what's going on back to Wendy's office?  How did Wendy
get in that position, and what did Sandra mean I would have to join in?  I
hate to admit it, but I want to go back.  What if I end up like Wendy?" She
entered her office, and shut the door, and sat at her desk.  Joanne
wondered as she took the sheer panties out and stared at them, and thought,
" I don't know what I'm going to do with these panties.  Without them I'm
safe, but can I live never knowing what is going on behind Wendy's door?"
Joanne unfolded the panties, and noticed a large wet stain on the crotch.
Joanne looked around her empty office, and thought, "I can't be thinking of
doing this.  It is disgusting, and dirty."

   Wendy dreaded the silence from Sandra, but was scared to open her mouth.
She knew she was in trouble but somehow she kept thinking that she would
get out of her punishment.

  
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