Chapter 2

I’m summoned to her office as the banking system is facing a domino effect and the stock market has become wildly unpredictable. The government is on the verge of stepping in. Needless to say, this impromptu meeting can only be bad news.

The secretary lets me inside the office where Ms. Kalinski sits mostly naked on a black leather chair near the center of the room. She’s flipping through her phone while her legs are crossed and there are red stilettos on her feet. She’s wearing her blazer, but nothing underneath except for her necklace. I can see her bare hips and the center of her chest. When she moves, a brown nipple is exposed. Erect.

At this hour she scrolls her phone looking at Twitter or reading financial news or politics. She always likes making people wait in front of her while she’s in a state like this. There’s something about her that makes me want to fall to my knees.

When she finishes reading, she puts her phone on a nearby table, then she takes off her blazer and tosses it aside. It’s another thing she often does. It’s a power play, being naked. Well, naked except for her red stilettos and necklace. She looks me in the eyes with a straight face and erect nipples. She’s testing me to see if I flinch. I don’t flinch.

I’m enthralled by what I’m seeing. How many corporate female leaders secretly live a life of naughtiness? As far as I know, Ms. Kalinski is the only one flying at this level. If there are more, it’s a closely guarded secret. I’m guessing there are more. It’s only logical and the lifestyle choices I’ve learned from her make sense. These women are hard workers and they need positive outlets like everyone else.

“Would you like a massage?” Ms. Kalinski asks. “The new employee is great at foot massages.”

“No thanks, I’m fine.”

It makes me wonder who she’s talking about. New employee? Who has she turned into her new office pet? There are a few possibilities.

There’s an unusual tension in the office as I remain standing and she remains seated. Her legs are closed. She doesn’t ask me to get on my knees. She’s not looking to get eaten out, at least not yet. This is business but I can still smell the aroma of her horniness.

“Anyway, time is money,’ she says. “Let’s get to the point. Have you heard any rumors about what’s going on with the leadership here?”

“Nothing new compared to last week.”

“The Board and key shareholders have decided that they want new leadership. They’re allowing me to resign, you know, to spare my reputation.”

The news hits me hard, even though I should have expected it. I’m sure there’s a mixture of emotions written on my face and Ms. Kalinski can read each one. She’s always been able to read my emotions and I’ve never hidden them from her.

“I’m truly sorry to hear that. For what it’s worth, you’re a fantastic boss and I’ve learned so much from working here.”

“Don’t worry about me, I already have another job lined up. Tell me something, Stephanie, how do you feel about this? And please, be honest. I’ll be gone by the end of the week.”

There’s an expectant look on her face and I’m wondering what her game is. Her confidence is still high and her nipples are erect, so of course there’s something on her mind. In all the time we’ve known each other, she’s never asked my opinion on personal matters before.

“If we’re being honest, I have mixed emotions.”

She smiles, “I appreciate your honesty. What do you enjoy about me leaving? Give me the truth.”

“I’ll be glad that your power over me will disappear. It’s always made me uncomfortable to some degree. Knowing the women in this department are pantyless because of you is unnerving. Being called into your office, knowing you’re probably naked, gives me a strange sense of anxiety.”

“And what will you miss when I’m gone?”

I pause, then gulp. “You already know.”

With great confidence and a strong movement, Ms. Kalinski moves her stilettos apart, digging her heels into the carpet. This spreads her legs wide open. There it is. The ultimate prize for the employees in this department. The reason the employees go pantyless beneath their office skirts. Her cunt is wet and I see glistening fluids which threaten to drip.

“Will you miss this?” she asks.

She taps her clitoris while asking the question.

“A part of me will miss it.”

“Please, don’t make me say it.”

“Say it, or else I’ll fire you.”

I gulp, then keep my chin high. “I’ll miss licking it. Being on my knees for it.”

“Because you’re delicious. Because I’ve heard so many great things about you before I started working here. My mentors used to speak so fondly of you. The first time I saw you naked last year, I understood why. Did you play with them also?”

“I’ve been eaten out by almost every woman I’ve ever worked with.”

Her comment was so audacious that it makes my knees weak. Her words. The confidence in which she said them. I unequivocally believe that my former mentors were on their knees eating her out. Who wouldn’t?

“That’s actually believable. You’ve always been very persuasive.”

“Are you persuasive as well?”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“I have the opportunity to appoint my successor.”

“Are you offering me the job?”

“It’s between you and someone else. I’m leaning towards you, but I have some reservations.”

Her cunt glistens and her nipples remain erect. Whatever is on her mind is something nasty, yet exciting. Only she can invoke such emotions out of me.

“I’m interested in the promotion if you’re offering it to me.”

“Do you know what my concern is?”

I lift my skirt. No panties. Office policy.

“Excellent,” she says. “The truth is, I think you’re supremely qualified to become the next CFO here. You’re a natural leader, people respect you, and you’re cool under pressure. That’s what this place needs during a bear market, someone cool.”

“But I worry for the women in this department. They’re loyal, they work extremely hard. They’ve done nothing wrong, nothing which contributed to this crisis. They deserve a boss who appreciates them and rewards their good deeds.”

“I’m assuming you want me to continue the tradition. I want the job, I can do the work, but what you’re asking is daunting.”

“Do you love working here?”

“Yes, absolutely,” I say.

“And what about the people you work with? Do you love them, too?”

“Then you have to consider a few things. It’s a different world. In order to attract top talent, it’s necessary to break a few rules. That’s why the CEO has always approved of my behavior. I get things done, I get results. Training you will be a gradual process, but we have to start somewhere.”

Ms. Kalinski stands and walks naked to the door in her stilettos. With a level of boldness I’ve never seen from her before, she opens the door and speaks with the secretary outside. I’m so in awe of her confidence that I don’t listen to what she’s saying. I marvel at her beauty.

The door is still open when the boss comes back and approaches me. We’re about the same height with the same frame, but she has the aura of someone twice my size.

“Would you like your pussy eaten?” she asks.

“That feels like more of a statement, rather than a question.”

“As I’ve mentioned, the women who work in this department have grown accustomed to a few things. I intend to keep it that way.”

In walks a young woman named Cynthia, a young 28 year old analyst, someone who I’ve helped train and feel at ease with. She wears thick glasses and her body language has always been shy. She wears a formal blouse and office jacket, but her skirt is narrow and tight, riding up her thighs. No panty lines.

This young woman is unfazed by the boss’s nudity which suggests she’s seen this before. The boss is unfazed by standing naked like this, while the door is still open.

“Please, not her,” I say.

My voice is soft and sympathetic while looking at Cynthia.

“Why?” the boss asks.

“So have I, but in a much different way. Lift your skirt again.”

I lift my skirt and it’s the first time Cynthia has seen this side of me, both physically and mentally. It’s humiliating but I’m so turned on. I don’t look at Cynthia, but I can hear her breathing. I can feel her eyes on me.

The boss calls Cynthia over. The boss undresses my clothes, starting by unbuttoning my blouse. Cynthia helps undress me, too. I’ve been on my knees in this office several times, but I’ve never been naked. The thought never crossed my mind, and frankly, I doubt it was something I ever would have agreed to.

Under normal circumstances I would block their hands with my hands, stand up for myself and my dignity and decline their offer. Eating out my boss is one thing, but being naked in front of a new subordinate is a different road.

I want the promotion. That’s why I’m doing this. I want her title of CFO to become my title and I want the power and prestige that comes with it. And if I’m truly honest with myself, then I’ll admit that my heart is pounding because I’ve never been so aroused in my life. Knowing my boss, she has dirty things in store for me, which means I’ll soon be doing things outside of my comfort zone, and I’ll have things done to me in return.

My bare feet are on the floor and I’m naked alongside my boss. The only person still dressed is Cynthia and she brazenly admires my figure, seeing it for the first time. I’m literally giving my body to this corporation, for better or worse. Am I making the right choice? My boss gives me a kiss on the cheek, Cynthia does the same on the other cheek.

“On your knees, Cynthia,” the boss says.

The girl does what she’s told. No hesitation.

The boss stands beside me and Cynthia is on her knees without effort, which lets me know that she’s done this before and she enjoys doing it. The girl has a submissive side. Maybe she’s been eager to do this for me all along. Maybe I’ve been naive about the girl I work with.

Her mouth goes back and forth, between me and my boss. I’ve never been licked in this office before, nor in my private life from another woman. It’s my first time and Cynthia has broken that wall down in devastating fashion. I’ve trained her in the office, now she’s training me sexually. Training my sex with her mouth.

Ms. Kalinski rubs my neck while Cynthia eats us both. This feels like the passing of the torch from my boss to me. A changing of the guard. Someone has to look after the needs of these wonderful employees and that’s going to be me.