A Corporate Asset Humiliation

By Mona Amuse

I have always liked teasing men. It goes back to my days in
high school, I always used my bosom and my wiggly bottom
to get my way. That's how I got into my predicament. Teasing.
To supplement my income after college I temped
for bit in NYC. I also stripped but that's another story.
I got placed as a secretary to the Vice President of a
small advertising corporation. His regular girl was on maternity
leave and the current temp wasn't working out.
The office was completely populated with men except for me.
And Dave was a hunk. This was my kind of place. I took great
effort at the interview to maintain a mixture of friendly banter and
professional conduct. I also batted my eyes a lot.
I was hired. The first week I worked my tail off, advertising
was work, don't let anyone tell you different. After two weeks
I was bored stiff. I had the job wired, and I needed a diversion.
So I decided to start teasing the men. Sure, I was bitch, but I
was b-o-r-e-d.
I began to wear more and more revealing outfits to the office
each day, all the while trying to gauge the other men's opinions.
Since they were all married, I'd never go with any of them, but
it would be fun to guess who would make the first move.
My boss Dave, seemed the most intrigued with watching me move
around the offices. He almost stared whenever I was working
at the lower filing cabinet drawer while wearing a skirt, showing my
g-string.
I, being well aware of his interest, made sure I occasionally bent over
his desk and revealed my lacy bra or when the working situation
allowed, the creamy tops of my breasts spilling over it..

I was amazed at the amount of attention I managed to get - not only did Dave
watch avidly, but other account executives found reasons to hang around
the VP's office throughout the day, trying to casually pass the time while they
tried to observe me. Office lunch meetings suddenly became
popular and I was 'expected' to attend, to take notes
which wasn't my job, but really so that the men could spend
time looking - and dreaming.
Yet none approached me, at least none I took too seriously.
I encouraged them to look and even dared them to touch as
much as I wanted to be touched.. The situation was turning
me on. I need something to happen soon...
After everyone left from the meeting table one day, Dave
lingered and asked if I would wait with him. As soon as we were alone,
he looked at me and said "Mona, I have really come to appreciate how
truly lovely and sexy you are since you've changed your wardrobe.
Claire never dressed like you. The others agree with me wholeheartedly.
I would like to make you more of a corporate asset, if you are willing."
"Well of course, Dave," I replied with a smile, "If there is anything I could do
to be more of a team player or more help to the organization I'll
gladly do it!!"

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