Maxine

by Jennifer White

  

As a successful executive client manager, I was able to enjoy the perks that came with the job: corner office suite on the 35th floor of our downtown Chicago headquarters, executive parking spot (with a private express elevator), use of the corporate jet, and best of all, my own private secretary. The last part was best, because I was able to pick through the candidates myself, and select the best one: Maxine.

All the applicants were pretty, smart and experienced. But only Maxine was really something special. Her self-assured manner, her thorough knowledge in the field, and her ten years of experience made her among the most qualified candidates.

But I had to admit, it was her body that won her the job. She was somewhat petite, but she was perfectly shaped and proportioned. She breasts would be large for a tall woman, so on her small frame they just seemed to jump out. But they weren't so large that they lost their firmness and shape. No, they were perfect, as was the curve to her hips. They way her skirt laid on her body made me feel a twinge between my legs, as I responded to the sight of her. Once I laid eyes on her, I could not get her out of my mind.

And I didn't even mention yet her pretty face, her long dark hair, which swept across the side of her face, her perfectly plucked eyebrows, long eyelashes, and her deep blue eyes which I couldn't help but to stare at. Yes, as perfect of a woman as she was, it was her eyes that I could not resist looking deep into. True, I loved it when she filed something and bent over, so I could see her perfect little rear, but I could just look at her eyes for hours!

So of course, I hired *her* instead of some dowdy matronly woman. And I wasn't sorry for it. Not only was she as good as her resume had suggested, but she actually was more helpful than any secretary I had ever worked with. She never objected if I asked for coffee, or anything outside her job description. And since I had a private office suite, it meant that it was only her, me, and anyone else I might decide to allow to enter my area. So naturally, I kept it to just Maxine and myself! I didn't want to share her with anyone!

But it wasn't just her looks, she was very good at doing her job. She made it so easy for me! She would sort and organize everything, and bring me papers that needed to be signed. After a while, I stopped looking at all the details. She everything so well checked in advance, that I just signed on the X, and knew that it was all set. Things went so well in fact that after one month, I decided to give her a bonus in addition to her salary, and take her out to dinner too.

* * *

 

I took Maxine out to the fanciest restaurant in town. We enjoyed each other's company, and went through 2 bottles of wine that night. We got to know each other a little more, and found that we really hit it off on a personal level too.

Oh, and did I mention that instead of her usual business suit, she wore a lovely dress that took my breath away? Freed from the constraints of proper office attire, she was able to wear something that, uh, showed off her assets a little better. It seemed so thin, so sheer, I felt like I could see all of her (and see that she wasn't wearing a bra). I just wanted to touch her, to feel her.

That night, we ended up back at my place, and made love all night long. She was better in bed than she was in the office! I was totally and completely in love with her.

* * *

 

Our relationship changed just a little after that. Instead of looking at her as just some subordinate employee, I looked at her as a friend and confidant. We would spend the night at each other's place quite frequently, and talk to each other all the time.

This worked out wonderfully, because of course the topic of business always came up. I told her about all of the major accounts I was working on, and all of the subtleties of their situations. She in turn would always seem to know the right thing to do at work when something came up.

For example, one day I was on a conference call with the Hastings account. She knew from our talks that the CFO there was a woman who tended to be touchy (if you know what I mean). Things weren't going well on the call, so she jumped in, did some chatting with "Mrs. Grouch" (as we called her privately), and somehow calmed her down. Maxine asked if she had any children, and talked about kids, school and stuff. Then things started to go very well! All thanks to Maxine.

I had never been so happy with a relationship in all my life. Another great thing that she did, was to teach me how to relax better after work. I was always so tense, but she got me to listen to these soothing relaxation tapes she had, while she would give me a back and shoulder rub. It was heavenly, and I would just melt.

And she was so concerned about me. She got me to go on a healthy diet with her, and got me taking vitamins every day. Along with exercising together, I started losing weight for the first time in years.

So our closeness made us an even better team at work, like the way she handled Mrs. Grouch. After the call was over, I thanked her profusely for all her help. As always, she was modest, and said that she was just doing her job. She was going to put the meeting notes away in the archive file, but I wanted to do something for *her*, since she had done so much for me.

"Here Maxine, let me get that" I said.

Yes, it was just a small gesture, but one that I thought she would appreciate. And in fact she did, because for the rest of the day, she made a big fuss over me.

Up to this point, we had kept our work lives and our private relationship separate. But that day, she crawled under my desk, and did something to me that every man dreams about, but doesn't dare ever ask for these days. It was hard to keep a straight face, and concentrate on the web meeting, while she was doing that to me!

If this was the treatment that I got for doing a favor for her, you could bet that I would be willing to do another one for her again!

* * *

 

Over the next few weeks in fact, that's how it played out. If I was really busy, we would have a normal work day. But if I did something to help her out, like filing something myself, or typing my own letter, she would respond by making a big fuss over me, and taking me into the office, locking the door, and 'servicing' me.

And she would come over, rub my shoulders, and look at the work I was going over. She would ask about it, and make helpful suggestions. She was really something else! She had such a sharp mind. She really knew what she was doing.

 

But even with all of that, her helpfulness reached a new level one day. I had finished with the Flemming account, and had to sort and organize all of the financial papers before I filed them away for her. But as I was in the middle of this time consuming task, the phone rang. It was "Mrs. Grouch". Ugh! I hated having to talk to that hag, and I didn't want to lose my train of thought. It wasn't hard what I was doing, but you really had to concentrate.

"Here" said Maxine, "why don't you take that paperwork to my desk, and I'll talk to her."

"That's a great idea!" I said. "She really likes you, and I'm in the middle of all this."

I carried the folder to the secretary station, and spread out the papers. Maxine gave me a kiss on the cheek, and went into the office to take the call. She shut the door, so that nobody would be able to listen in. She was so good about things like that!

I got to work on the papers, and the time just flew by. I shook my head. What would that woman do for me next?

* * *

 

I got a call from the CEO at the Hastings account. They were so happy with the work that Maxine had done with "Mrs. Grouch", that they requested that she be put on the full time account manager. I was only too glad to do that, and when I told Maxine the wonderful news, I was 'rewarded' in my office again.

"This is so fun, talking to real customers" she said. "Can I do your 1:00 call for you today?"

"Sure" I said. You did such a good job, I'm confident that you can do that one as well. You only have 10 minutes to prepare though."

"Great!" she said, giving me a big kiss. "Listen, why don't you pull the files for me, get it set up in the office, then you can sort and file the notes from the Hastings account."

"Sounds like a plan" I said.

"Oh, and one more thing: I feel a little tired today. After I get going with the call, would it be too much trouble if you went down to the cafeteria, and brought me a coffee?"

"No problem" I said.

I went to work, pulled all the files she would need, went into the office, and arranged them on the desk. Then I took the Hastings files to the secretary desk, so I could organize and file them. The phone rang, and it was a message from the CEO of Hastings for Maxine. I took the message, then went to the cafeteria. I got a coffee for her, and brought it back up to the office.

I knocked, opened the door, and set the coffee on her desk. She mouthed a silent 'Thank you', then waved for me to leave, and close the door. I went to the secretary's station, and went to work on all of the filing.

* * *

 

The next day, Maxine was talking to a customer when I brought her coffee. She motioned for me to wait, so I stood there for ten minutes until she was able to wrap things up.

"Listen honey," she said, "I wanted to try something new today. Something sexy."

I looked at her, and today she was wearing a loose fitting white skirt, instead of her usual tight business suit. But even in loose fitting clothes, she was really hot.

"Sure Maxine. What do you want to try?"

"You know how I've crawled under the desk, and gone down on you while you were on the phone?"

"Oh yes, how could I forget?" I said with a broad grin on my face.

"I have a call with your favorite customer in five minutes. I thought it would be fun if this time *you* did it to *me*."

"You mean you want me to crawl under the desk, and go down on you while you're on the phone with Mrs. Grouch?"

"Exactly!" she said, clapping her hands together. The thought of touching her, between her legs, tasting her, feeling her...it got me hard right away. So that's why she wore the loose fitting skirt today. I loved the idea. It would be so fun, and I'd get to pay her back a little for all she did for me.

I got down on my knees, and backed in. It was a really large desk, so there was plenty of room. It was also great that the front of the desk went all the way to the floor, so if anyone had walked in on us when she had been 'doing' me, nobody would have been able to see.

She sat down, rolled her chair forward, and most of the light was blocked out. Then she lifted up her skirt, and showed me that she wasn't wearing any underwear. I put my head forward, and got to work. I used my tongue on her, and put my hands on her hips.

When she had been doing me, we had worked out a series of signals. Now Maxine used them on me. She touched my head to indicate to go harder. Then she touched my ear to say 'keep going'. I was so excited, wondering what she would do to me after we were done, and all fired up about touching her in such a sexual way.

I could hear the phone conversation going on for ten minutes, and I could tell from the tone of her voice that she was really enjoying it.

Suddenly, I heard the door open, and someone walk in. My heart was in my mouth, but I knew that nobody could see me. She touched my ear again: keep going. So I did. This was dangerous, which made it all the more exciting for me!

"Hold on a minute" she said into the phone.

"Ah Maxine, there you are" said a male voice. My *bosses* voice! "I wanted to tell you that I just got off the phone with the CEO from Hastings, and they are extremely impressed with your work. Good job my girl! Keep this up, and you will go places here. We are very proud of you, and we will be sure to take good care of you in the future."
"Thank you sir" she said.

"I will speak to you next week in more detail. Thank you for all your work."

"You're welcome sir" she said.

I heard the footsteps as he walked away. I kept going at her with my tongue. I could taste her juice really flowing now. She giggled, and picked the phone back up.

 

A few minutes later, she finished her call with Mrs. Grouch.

"Good-bye Geena, speak to you soon" she said, and hung up. Then she spoke to me.

"Stop! Stop! I'm too tender! That's all I can take!" she said.

I sat up, wiped my chin off on a Kleenex, and smiled at her.

"So, how's Mrs. Grouch?" I asked.

Maxine's face suddenly changed to a look of anger which I had never seen from her.

"You will never use that name again!" she fumed. "You are to treat her with respect! Her name is Mrs. Garnier to you. Do you understand?"

"But..." I started.

"I can't have you disrespecting an important customer like that! Now tell me her name!"

"Mrs. Garnier" I replied sheepishly.

"That's better. You need to work on your manners!" she said, storming into the private rest room in a huff.

I was so upset. I had angered her! I would never make that mistake again. I swore to it.

 

In fact, she was so upset with me, that she refused to kiss me or give me any sexual gratification that day, or even for the next three days. I regretted more and more having used that nickname for Mrs. Garnier in front of Maxine.

I tried to make it up to her by going down on her at least once at day in the office, and in bed at home. But she didn't make me climax, and I was getting very pent up inside. After being used to climaxing at least once a day, going three days without was pure torture!

And it got even worse, because the next day while I was going down on her, my boss came in and told her that she needed to make a road trip to go visit the Flemming account.

"Sweatie" she said, "I've never made reservations. Could you book them for me?"

"Of course" I replied, and hurried off to the secretary's desk to call the travel agent and book the hotel and rental car for her. Then I used the online system to line up the corporate Lear jet. I customized the itinerary, along with the current weather report and a map with directions to the customer site. I printed it all off, placed it in a folder, and dropped it off on her desk.

"Thank you" she said, smiling warmly at me. That just melted my heart. "While I'm gone, I have several letters I've dictated which I'd like you to transcribe and print out on the letterhead for me."

"No problem" I said.

"Then I want you to reorganize the file cabinet. I've got instructions here on how to do it. It will take some time, but I think you'll get the hang of it."

"Sure" I said, making a list of all I needed to do while she was gone.

"And then when you're done, Betsy from the secretarial pool is going to be out on leave for a week, to attend her daughter's graduation. Go buy her a card, and sign my name to it. Then ask Veronica if there is anything you can do to help fill in for her until I get back."

"No problem. Should I get flowers for her too?"

"That would be a wonderful touch!" she said, lighting up and giving me a light kiss on my cheek. It was the first time she had kissed me or touched me in days, and I was almost in shock from the wonderful sensations it sent throughout my body.

I called the cab company to arrange to pick her up at home in two hours, and wished her luck on her first business trip.

* * *

 

It was very lonely without Maxine around the office that first day. But I got to hear the sound of her voice on the memos she had dictated to me. I typed them up, ran spell check and grammar check (her grammar was flawless, but my typing wasn't!). Then I got out the fancy letterhead and printed them out.

I had bought the card for Betsy the night before, so I signed her name to it, and ran out to get flowers. I dropped them off for Betsy, and told her that both Maxine and I sent our best wishes.

"Which one is Veronica?" I asked.

"The redhead, over there" she said.

I went up to her.

"Hi, Maxine sent me to speak with you" I said.

"Ah, she told me you would stop by."

"What can I do to help fill in for Betsy the next few days?"

"Well, there is always a ton of work to do. Stop by here tomorrow morning, and I can start giving you things to work on."

"How about tomorrow afternoon? I have to reorganize the files for Maxine."

"I really need you in the morning" she said. "Maxine promised that you'd be here."

"All right, I'll see you at 9:00 sharp."

"We report here at 7:30" she said.

"OK then, 7:30 it is."

I went back to the office suite, and stayed up until 1:00am reorganizing the files, the way Maxine wanted them. It was a very efficient system, and after I was done with them, it would make my job a lot easier when I had to pull a file for her.

Exhausted, I went right home and went to sleep for a few short hours.

* * *

I was bleary eyed when the alarm went off at 6:00am. I wasn't used to getting up so soon! But this was for Maxine, so it was worth it. I wanted her so bad! I needed her, and I missed her.

I showed up at 7:30, as I had promised. Veronica had a mountain of work to do, so I set to it right away. Typing, sorting, addressing letters, mass mailings...the work never ended. No sooner would I have one thing done, when three more items arrived.

"You're very good" said Veronica, and the other girls agreed.

"Thanks!" I said. I always prided myself on doing a good job.

"Maxine called. She said that she needs you to read up on the Maran account for next week."

I hurried over to the office suite, and pulled the file. I wanted a cup of coffee, and I had left my mug on the desk when I had hurried out of there to make her travel reservation. I went to open the door, but it was locked. Drat. Just my luck! I had to use a Styrofoam cup instead.

 

I went out to lunch with the girls in the secretarial pool, and we had a grand time. Then back to work, and time really flew as we hurried to try and meet deadlines.

The next day was the same, as was Friday. It was in the afternoon on Friday when Maxine finally had the time to get ahold of me.

"I'll be home at 8:00 tonight" she said.

"8:00? The girls in the secretarial pool asked me out with them" I said.

"That sounds good. I'll be tired anyway. You go hang with the girls, and I'll see you in the office on Monday."

"All right. Have a safe trip!" I said.

I set back to the pile of letters in front of me...

* * *

 

Friday night out with the girls from the secretarial pool was a lot of fun. At first this week, they had all kept their distance from me, and had shown me the cold shoulder. But by now, they all treated me very nicely, like they had accepted me as one of their own. So we had a blast.

I think it was because I gave no hint at all of making any sexual advance on them. I was completely in love with Maxine, and didn't even look at women the same way now. They held no interest at all for me. I just missed her so much, and wished that she was back with me.

The weekend dragged by so slowly too! Why hadn't she called? Was she mad at me for something? I sat by the phone, waiting to hear from her.

At last on Sunday night she called me up! I was so elated.

"Oh honey, I miss you so much! I want to be with you! I need you. I need to feel you. I want to make love with you."

"We will, tomorrow at work" she said, which made my heart pound. "I brought you some presents on my trip. Something sexy and kinky. Do you promise that tomorrow you'll use them? Then we can make love."

"Yes. I promise!" I said. Kinky and sexy sounded fun! I wondered what in the world it could be?

I thought of her as I went to bed, and dreamed of her all night long.

* * *

 

The next day at work, Maxine was all business, with no hint of the fun to come.

"Where's those reports I asked for?" she demanded.

"Right here" I said, handing them over.

"And did you reorganize the files?"

"Just like you asked me to. Your system is ingenious! It will make things much easier."

"Good. What else?"

"Mary had a baby girl, and they named it Monique. I sent a balloon to her house with a card, and signed you name to it."

"Good work. Now here's my receipts for the trip. Submit my travel expenses, then get back in here. You have a special job to do for me."

I went to my secretary's station, and hurried through submitting her expenses. I could see that she had taken clients out to the finest restaurants every night. It must have been quite a trip for her!

I came back into her office.

"Lock the door" she said.

I did so, then turned so see her opening the locked coat closet behind her. Hanging up in there was one of her navy blue business suits, with the pinstriped jacket and skirt. But as she pulled it out, I noticed something: it was too large for her.

"Put this on" she said to me.

"You want me to wear that?" I replied.

"Yes. I told you that we were going to do something kinky, and you agreed, right?"

"I wasn't thinking of this.." I said.

She started to close the closet door.

"Well, if you don't want to have sex..."
"No! I'll do it!" I said. It was really far out there, me dressing up like her, but I would do *anything* to touch her again, to feel myself inside her. I *had* to have her.

She had me undress, and handed me a white silky bra. I put it on with some trouble (she had to straighten out and adjust the straps for me). Then she pulled out two heavy flesh colored mounds, which looked just like women's breasts.

"Something to fill out your bra. Your own boobs are too small" she said, smiling. I smiled back, and put them in. They were cold to the touch, but in time they warmed to match my body heat. I had never worn a bra before, let alone felt like I had boobs. But I had to admit, it got me really really aroused.

Next, she had me put on white panties, which had lacy trim. They were padded in the sides and back.

"To give you curves" she said.

Next came dark tan control top pantyhose. I put them on, and looked down at my legs. I felt so strange like this! They made my legs look smooth and nice, and they were dark enough that they hid my hair.

She had me put on a dark blue camisole style top. It had really thin straps, and a little v shaped notch in the middle so that you could take just a peek at my 'cleavage'.

Next came the matching skirt, which she pulled up way higher than I normally did for my pants. It was a tight skirt, and I suddenly felt very constrained, between being supported by the bra, padded by the panties, clinched in by the pantyhose, and now surrounded by the skirt.

After I donned the matching jacket, I thought I was done. But she was just getting started. Maxine pulled out an auburn wig, with long wavy hair. She put it on me, and attached it in place with several bobby pins. Some of the long hair draped over the side of my face, and I kept brushing it aside. It was so weird to have long auburn hair on both sides of my peripheral vision!

Next, she got out some makeup, and applied it to my face. But she wouldn't let me see myself in the mirror. Instead, she applied long press-on nails, and painted them a cheery red color.

"These are magnetic" she said, pulling out a jewelry box with bright sparkly diamond earrings. They were the dangly kind, and she put them on me. The magnet kept them in place, so it would look like I had pierced ears.

She put a heart shaped necklace on me, made up of a diamond chips and gold. Then she put rings on a couple of my fingers, struggling to get them over my knuckles.

She sprayed perfume on my face, neck, and down the front of my shirt, into my 'breasts'. Then she pulled out black high heel pumps, in my size! I put them on, and looked down at the tall narrow heels and long pointy toes.

"Say hello to Vivian" she said, holding up a mirror for me. I was just stunned! I looked like a woman! Not as beautiful as Maxine (I didn't think that was possible!), but a pretty girl none the less. She had completely transformed me.

I was in some sort of shock. I tingled all over, with new sensations rolling over me, like the feeling I got every time my skirt brushed against the pantyhose. Or the feeling of my arm brushing against my breasts as it moved.

"Tell me your name" she said.

"Vivian" I replied. She responded by pinching my butt, which made me giggle, and lurch forward.

"Vivian, clean off my desk" she said.

"Yes Ma'am!" I replied. Was that where she wanted to have sex? This was going to be very kinky. I cleaned up all the things she had taken out, and put them away in the locker. I closed the door to the locker, and turned to look at her. She was looking at her watch and putting her jacket on as if she was expecting somebody. Why was she doing that?

There was a knock at the door, and I just froze. My heart pounded. Someone was there, and they might see me like this, dressed up like a woman! I had to hide. I had to get away.

"Vivian, go get the door please" said Maxine. But I was glued to the spot, not sure what to do.

"Vivian, I said get the door!" she said in the angry tone of voice that I had swore I would do anything to avoid. I couldn't walk very well in the pumps yet, and the skirt was so small and tight on my legs that I had to take very small steps forward. I unlocked the door, and started to open it.

"And Vivian," added Maxine, "remember what I told you about treating customers with respect."

 

I opened the door, and I was shocked to see that I was looking at the old hag from the Hastings account who I called 'Mrs. Grouch'. I suddenly was very aware of the tight skirt surrounding me, trapping me in on all sides. I felt aware of my breasts jutting out, and the bra holding them in place. I felt so aware of my long hair, the makeup on my face, the jewelry I wore...all the feminine touches that she had just added to me. I felt trapped! I felt weak. For the first time in my life, I felt completely vulnerable.

I should have run. I should have done something! But I felt unable to act without direction from Maxine. I was completely reliant on her now. I looked back at her, and she shot me a glare that was worse than a kick in the butt, and waved for me to show Mrs. Grouch in.

"Mrs. Garnier! Won't you please come in?" I said, using a softened tone of voice, trying to hide the fact that I was really a man under all of this. The feel of my feminine clothes and accessories weighed heavily on me. And being forced to treat this terrible person so nicely made me feel like Maxine was pulling me around by the balls. I had never felt so helpless before in all my life.

Mrs. Grouch completely ignored me, and walked over to Maxine's desk. It was as if I didn't exist, or I was just a *thing*, like the umbrella stand in the corner. This just added to my overwhelming feelings that were flowing through me now. I was trembling.

"Ah Geena!" said Maxine to her. "How wonderful to see you. This is Vivian, my personal assistant."

"You mean secretary!" she replied. They both laughed. I gave a polite smile.

"Vivian, you aren't being very hospitable. Offer her something to drink!"

"I'm sorry Maxine" I said.

"Vivian!! How many times have I told you that we're not on a first name basis? You are to address me as Ms. Kanare when we are with customers!"

She turned to the visitor.

"I'm so sorry you had to see this Geena. This is what happens when you are too lax on the discipline with the help."

"You're so right Maxine" she replied, nodding her head.

Maxine's eyes were like daggers going through me. I was conflicted inside. I had to treat Mrs. Grouch with respect, and call her Mrs. Garnier. *She* could Maxine by her first name, but I was chastised when I did it! It was as if Mrs. Garnier rated higher with Maxine now than I did now! I had to get back in her good graces! I would do anything.

"I'm sorry Ms. Kanare. It won't happen again."

I turned to Mrs. Grouch.

"And for you Mrs. Garnier. Please, what can I get for you? Something to drink perhaps?"

"Coffee. Two sugars, one cream. And don't be slow about it."

"And for you Ms. Kanare?"

"Hot tea with lemon please."

"Yes Ma'am" I replied.

I hurried out of the room to go get their drinks. I was burning up, flushed red from the incident. I walked as fast as I could in the pumps and the tight skirt.

"You just can't hire good help these days..." started Mrs. Grouch as I left their earshot. I needed to go out into the cafeteria to get their drinks. So I passed by the secretarial pool, waved hello to the girls. They waved back as I passed them. I suddenly realized that waving to them like I knew them was a mistake. They knew me as a man, but I was dressed like a woman right now.

"Vivian?" said a voice as I poured the hot water into the cup. I looked up to see Veronica.

"Yes" I replied sheepishly. How did she know me? Any my new female name?

"Maxine told me you would be out here. She said that she changed her mind, and wants you to get her decaf."

"Oh thank you" I said. I was glad that I would save an extra trip back and forth.

"How is she doing after her trip?"

"Oh you know Ms. Kanare. She works so hard! She didn't miss a beat."

"Yes, that's our Maxine. Well you had better hurry off. You don't want to keep her waiting."

"Thank you so much Veronica, for relaying the message. I owe you one."

She left, and I put the beverages on a tray. I carefully carried them back to the office, and knocked on the door.

"Vivian?" said Ms. Kanare.

"Yes" I replied.

"Come on in. You can set the drinks over there."

"Is there anything else I can do for either of you two?" I asked.

"No Vivian, we are fine for now. This is a private meeting, so you need to go back to your secretarial station. Come in here at 11:30, and take our orders for lunch. You can work on updating the monthly spreadsheet while we're in here, unless Veronica needs you for anything."

"No problem Ms. Kanare. I'll be at my desk if you need me."

I went to work. It was hard to do things like type and dial the phone with the long fingernails. This was hard! How did Maxine...I mean Ms. Kanare...do it?

I put a file away, and noticed that I chipped the end of my nail. I opened up the drawer, and found a nail file. I went to work to fix it, and who should walk in at that moment, but my boss!

"Don't you have something better to do than to file your nails?" he said. "You're new here?"

"I'm Vivian" I said, hoping against hope that he would not recognize me.

"Oh yes, Maxine's girl. She said that she'd be bringing a new girl into the office."

"That's me!" I said.

"Very good. Is she busy right now?"

"Ms. Kanare is in a meeting with Mrs. Garnier from the Hastings account" I said.

"Very good. I'll look in on you later. By the way, have you met Veronica, the head of the secretarial pool?"

"Yes" I replied.

"Good. Maxine said that she was going to share you with the rest of the staff sometimes, so you will need to meet the other girls you will be working with."

"Yes sir" I said.

"That's a girl" he replied, and walked out the door. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. He didn't know who I was. But I didn't like it that she had offered to share me with others. I wanted to be hers, and hers alone.

 

At 11:30, Ms. Kanare buzzed me.

"Vivian, will you come in here please?" she said.

"Right away Ms. Kanare" I said, eager to do something to please her. I went inside her office with a pad of paper and a pen.

"What can I get you for lunch Mrs. Garnier?" I said. It was hard to treat this hag with courtesy and respect, but what choice did I have? It was what Ms. Kanare told me to do. So did it.

"Tuna salad on whole wheat, toasted, no tomato."

"Anything to drink with that?"

"I think I will take another coffee when lunch comes."

"And for you Ms. Kanare?" I said.

"Caesar salad, light on the dressing, and I'll have another decaf tea when the food is ready."

"I'll call it in."

"Here" she said, pulling a twenty out of her wallet. "Don't forget to tip the delivery boy. If he's cute, you can give him the whole thing."

They giggled, and I smiled and pretended to laugh. I hurried out of there to my secretary's station. I called the deli, put in the order, and told them were to deliver it to.

Fifteen minutes later, a young man in a golf shirt and shorts showed up with the bag of food. He was neatly dressed, as well as being clean cut and trim. So I guessed he was 'cute'. I gave him the whole twenty.

"Thank you ma'am!" he said. I had never been called ma'am before. He tipped his hat and left. I hurried over to the drink center in the cafeteria to get the coffee and tea. Veronica tracked me down while I was preparing it.

"Maxine is going to share you with the secretarial pool some days, to cut down on expense" she said.

"I heard" I replied.

"Report to me tomorrow. She said she won't need you then. You know what time to show up. We've been over this before, haven't we? Oh and make sure to wear the outfit you have on today. It looks very professional Vivian."

She gave me a wink and a smile, and walked away with an exaggerated sway in her hips.

So she knew! She knew who I really was, and she was flaunting it in my face! How many others knew what was really going on?

My hands were shaking, and I almost spilled the coffee on the way back. I knocked on the door, and delivered the food and drinks to the two women, who were chatting like old friends.

"Vivian, come back here at 1:30 sharp. I have a very important job for you. I am going to show off your best skills to Geena here."

"What ever you say Ms. Kanare" I said. I went back to my desk, shaken. If Veronica knew who I really was, did my boss? Did the other girls in the secretarial pool? Did Mrs. Grouch?

I tried reading the financial times, but I just couldn't concentrate. And I had to go pee. But the private bathroom was locked, and Maxine had the only key. So I had to go out to the public rest rooms. And dressed as I was, there was only one choice: the women's room.

It was a lot cleaner than the men's room ever was, and it was a good thing that the stalls were large and private. I sat down so I wouldn't arouse suspicions by standing up to go.

I heard two women walk in, talking to each other. I recognized their voices as secretaries I had worked with last week.

"Did you see Maxine's new secretary?" said one.

"Yes! What a surprise."

"She'll do very well though. She is very efficient, and knows the business like the back of her hand."

"That's true. It will be a pleasure working with her. She did great last week with us."

I stayed put on the toilet, dying inside as I had to wait for them to clear out. So they knew too. Everyone seemed to know about this. I was the last one to know it seemed.

I suddenly realized that it was almost 1:30, and Maxine had ordered me to be there on time. I rushed to wash my hands, and scoot down the hall back to the office suite. I noticed that someone had taken down my name, and the door now read "Maxine Kanare, Senior Executive Client Manager."

On my desk was a plaque: Vivian Leever, Secretary".

 

Maxine had been promoted higher than my job, and I was now her secretary! I had enough of this little game. This charade had to end. I stormed in, and went into her office.

I was about to yell at her, but on look from those eyes of hers just melted me! I would do anything for this woman, and felt completely passive around her. There was no way I could yell at her, or do anything against her orders. I just felt such an inner need to serve her and please her. I knew my place around her.

"It's 1:30 Ms. Kanare. What can I do for you?"

She stood up, pulled her chair back from her desk, and motioned for me to crawl under it.

"Now!" she said, and I almost ran to get down under there. I leaned over, and I could really feel the pull of my weighted breasts as they tugged at my bra.

The chair forward, blocking the light as usual. I was going to have to service her in front of Mrs. Grouch! I pulled up her skirt, saw her sacred spot between her legs, and started at her.

But right away, I realized that something was wrong. The smell, the taste, they were different. And the slight stubble of hair on the legs, the fat thighs...that wasn't like Maxine!

"Harder Vivian" said a voice from the chair. Not Maxine. Mrs. Grouch! I was going down on the woman I hated! This couldn't be happening. This was worse than wearing women's clothes in front of my boss!

"Harder!" said Ms. Kanare sternly, and I obeyed. I just could not help it, when she said something, I felt like I *had* to do it.

I kept going at Mrs. Grouch, while I had to endure hearing her talk about me.

"I'm glad that you got rid of that awful man" she said. "I was going to move my business to another firm, and ask Trent to fire him" she said.

"I am so glad you stayed with us Geena. He's gone forever, and I think you'll find that we can provide service better than any other firm in the industry."

"Oh, quite right!" she giggled, as she quivered in the chair. I was making her come again and again.

 

After ten minutes, Mrs. Grouch pulled the chair back.

"I've always loved the feel of having my big toe sucked" she said.

"Do it!" ordered Ms. Kanare, and I found myself sucking on Mrs. Grouch's big toe.

After she was through having her fun, the chair squeeked, and I could see that it really was Maxine who was sitting down this time. She rolled the chair forward, gave me the signal with her hand, and I went to work on her. She tasted so wonderful! Her legs were perfect, smooth and soft. Now *this* was more like it. I could do this all the time.

I kept at it for fifteen minutes while she continued to conduct the meeting. Finally, she gave me the signal to stop.

"Geena, it was wonderful of you to visit. Do come again soon."

"With service like this, I will be sure to come many times again!"

They both laughed, and said their good-byes.

At last, I heard the door close, and the sound of the lock engaging.

"You can come out now Vivian" she said.

I stood up, and she laughed.

"Your makeup is all a mess. But we can fix that."

She walked over to me, and put her arms around me.

"You were so good today. I am going to reward you."

She undid the zipper in the back of my skirt, and pulled it off me. Then she told me to take off my shoes. She peeled off my pantyhose, then pulled down my panties. From the waist down, I looked like a man (fully aroused). From the waist up, I looked like a woman.

"Lay down on my desk" she said, and I obeyed. I saw her take her own skirt off. She was still naked underneath, and still wet from the oral sex.

"Spread your legs wide open Vivian. You're a woman now, so you need to get used to being on the bottom, with your legs spread wide open." she said. I did it, and she climbed up on the desk, and got on top of me. I slid deep within her, and I almost exploded just from that first touch.

She was so wonderful, so perfect. We had made love dozens and dozens of times, but it had been so long since the last time that this was somehow even better than our first encounter.

"You're a girl now" he said, raising her hips up, then lowering herself on me. Ripples of pleasure shot through my body. She hugged me close for a few seconds.

"You are a woman Vivian" she said, thrusting again.

I was breathing hard now, panting and sweating.

"Now tell me!" she said.

"What?" I replied.

"Tell me what you are now!" she said in her commanding tone of voice.

"I'm a girl" I said. Immediately she gave me one pump of her hips, shooting unbelievable pleasure throughout my body.

"Again!" she said.

"I'm a girl!" I replied, for which I was rewarded with another pump.

"Louder!" she ordered.

"I'm a girl!" I said. Bang! I saw stars, so intense was the warmth flowing through my body.

"Say it like you mean it!" she said.

"I am a girl!" I replied. I got another reward.

"I'm a girl! I'm a woman! I am Vivian!" I said. Bang, bang bang! And the more feeling and sincerity I put into it, the harder and deeper she thrust.

"I'm a girl. I am Vivian. I am a woman! My name is Vivian, and I am a woman! I am your secretary! I am a girl!!!!"

I did it more and more, louder and louder. Which made her thrust back at me more and more ferociously. I kept it going at a more and more intense pace, until I finally let myself explode inside her.

I kept pumping and pumping, with all of the pent up juices from the long time since we last made love. I did see stars, and my eyes were rolling up into the back of my head. This was the most intense thing I had ever felt in all my life.

"Oh Maxine! That was unbelievable!" I said.

"That's Ms. Kanare to you!" she snapped.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean..."

"You will treat me with respect from now on young woman, or I will have you fired."

"I won't do it again..." I said.

"You had better not. Now let me tell you a few things about how it is going to be around here from now on. There are a few simple rules."

I nodded.

"First of all, I am the boss, to be obeyed and fully respected at *all times*. Even if I ever allow you to touch me again, you will address me with the proper respect. Is that clear?"

"Yes Ms. Kanare" I said.

"Good. Secondly, you are just a secretary now. You will come here each day at 7:30am, and report to me. Some days I will use you, some days you will be one of the girls in the pool. You will do a secretaries work, and be paid accordingly" she said.

"But..."

"It has all been arranged. That small apartment that used to be mine is now in your name. I have taken over your former house. You didn't even read the documents I handed you to sign! You even signed legal papers changing your *legal* name to *Vivian* Leever. Even the government now recognizes you as a woman."

I started at her. How had she done all this to me? And why wasn't I fighting it?

"Third rule: you will sexually satisfy me or any of my clients, be they male or female. And you will do it whenever I ask, however I ask. Even the slightest complaint or insubordination from you, and you will regret that you were ever born. Is that clear?"

"Yes Ms. Kanare" I said.

"Good. Now I suppose you're wondering about a few things."

"What did you do to me?" I asked, trembling.

"For one thing, you've been taking female hormones for weeks now. I put them in your drinks, replaced the vitamins with them, and found other ways to get them into your system, along with testosterone blockers. I'm surprised that you are even able to still get an erection. But don't worry, that will probably be the last one you ever get."

I stared at her, gaping.

"Female hormones?"

"In large quantities, they tend to make men more passive. That and the loss of testosterone in your body has quelled your aggressive tendencies. Oh, then there was the conditioning."

"What conditioning?" I said.

"Those weren't just relaxation tapes that you have been listening too. They also fed messages into your brain. And when we slept together at night, you didn't notice the tapes that I would play after you fell asleep. You will find that you are virtually enslaved to me now. Oh, you might have a rebellious thought or two, but you would never act on them, would you Vivian?"

"I am yours" I said. It was true, and I had known it in my heart for quite some time. But now I knew why.

She picked up a pocket dictation machine, pressed rewind for a moment, then pushed play.

"I'm a girl! I'm a girl! Oh yes baby, make me come! I'm a woman!" said the voice on the tape. My voice.

"You seem to agree. I'll file this away for safe keeping, just in case your conditioning ever breaks. I'll send it to your parents, your family, your friends. So I have a feeling that you will *never* disobey me again. Isn't that right Vivian?"

"Yes Ms. Kanare."

"You are totally and completely mine now."

"I am yours" I said. It felt *good* to tell her that. I *loved* obeying her, and making her happy. I would do anything for her.

"You are a woman now, and for the rest of your life" she said.

I nodded my head.

"I am a woman."

"And you, my totally obedient woman, will do anything I ask."

"Yes. I will do anything you ask" I said. "And what about at home?"

"I will allow you to come over to *my* house, clean it, do the windows, cook for me, weed the garden, mow the lawn, and take out the trash. I might let you wash my BMW, do the laundry and make my bed. If you are a very good girl, I might reward you by allowing you to go down on me sometimes."

"I look forward to that!" I said.

"Good. And I have two jobs for you to do right immediately. Number one, you are to keep taking estrogen pills ever day, even though you know what they are now."

"Yes Ms. Kanare."

"And secondly, I want you to get rid of that thing between your legs. You can't wear sexy tight skirts and dresses if you're poking out like that, can you?"

"No Ms. Kanare".

"I control all of the money that used to be yours. But I will release funds for your surgeries. Go outside to make an appointment, then tell me when you're scheduled. I'll arrange the payment."

"Yes Ms. Kanare. Is there anything else I can do?"

"For god sakes woman, get your skirt back on! Don't ever let me catch you in here again without proper attire. Go make your appointment, then get me a coffee! And hurry!"

 

I scurried out of there, and looked up plastic surgeons in the yellow pages. When Ms. Kanare gave me a task, I was going to make sure I did it right away! I would do anything to please her. I loved her, and would show her my devotion by always following her orders. I took care of the first task then hurried on to the second one.

"Did you want cream and sugar with your coffee?" I asked over the intercom.

"Sugar please Vivian" she said.

"Coming right up Ms. Kanare" I said, pulling on my pumps so that I could walk to the beverage station. Doing something for her made me feel so good inside. I ignored the stares from the other workers. They were just jealous that *I* was Ms. Kanare's girl. They all wished that they were me. But I was the lucky one. *I* got to serve her. I smiled. This was the best day of my life!

  

  

  

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