Company by deirdre I couldn't help the thought. I shouldn't lose my confidence in the middle of a job interview, but I realized that she wasn't paying any attention to what I said at all! I really needed this job! *Really* needed it. She'd just wait for me to finish and she'd just say enough to get me talking again! What had I done wrong? I *needed* a job! What had made her lose interest? How do I get her to pay attention? There was nothing I could do. I just kept talking, but the more I watched her, the more I could tell that her mind was elsewhere. It almost seemed as if she were waiting for someone to enter the room. Finally, it was over. At least I could leave: there would be relief even though I was hearing the worst. Anything's better than sitting there knowing that at this very second you are blowing it. "You should definitely work in data entry." What was she saying? I couldn't believe she was offering me a job! She did more than offer: I told her I could start immediately, and she signed me up, then and there! Then she walked me over to another department and took me into a room with some cubicles. Each cubicle had a computer. "Excuse me, is Sandra here?" She was talking to a woman in one of the cubicles. "She went out for something. She should be back in a few minutes." The woman had stopped typing at the computer to answer. She was tall, with long, beautiful dark brown hair, and seemed about my age: in her mid twenties or so. "This is the new data-entry person she needed. Could you get her started, and introduce her to Sandra?" They went on with their talking. I realized my supervisor was going to be someone named Sandra and this woman would be one of my co-workers. Finally the woman from personnel left and the woman at the computer put me in front of a computer, split her work load with me, and showed me how to enter a form. Then she told me to get to it and went back and started working. I stared at the form, confused. I looked at the woman: she was working away so confidently. She finally looked at me and seemed a little miffed. Then she came over and guided me through it, step-by-step through two forms. Then she told me to try again and went back to work. She was so business-like. I started working and realized I had got the hang of it, though I was working much slower than she was. It was strange to be working so soon, but I guess I settled into it. I was startled when the door opened and a woman walked in. She looked to be in her thirties, was about my height, and had dirty blonde hair. She wore a white blouse and a dark mini-skirt. This caught my eye because it was just about the same as what the dark- haired woman was wearing. I looked up and watched the woman and she saw me and walked up to my cubicle. "And you are... ?" The dark-haired woman had stood up and was next to me. "She's the new data-entry person. Personnel just brought her over." The blonde woman, who apparently was my supervisor, Sandra, told us to follow her and took us into a separate office. She sat behind the desk and looked at us. I felt funny because we were both left standing there. "She isn't really suitably dressed. Take her across the street and get her something. Here's the company card." "OK" said the dark-haired woman next to me. She told me to come on and we went down to the ground floor and crossed the street and entered this women's clothing store. It was definitely up-scale. We didn't see anyone else in the store except a woman who apparently worked there. The dark-haired woman was looking through skirts in no time and in a couple of minutes, she had a dark miniskirt and a white blouse very similar to her own. "Here, try these on," she said. I took them and went in the dressing room. Very nice quality. I couldn't believe the way this day was turning out: unemployed in the morning, before noon a company is buying me excellent clothes. Never in a million years would I have dreamed it. "Leave off your panties." Huh? I was dressing and she had called through the curtain. "What?" I couldn't believe I'd heard her right. She responded by coming in while I was dressing! Fortunately the room was spacious for a store dressing room. "Leave off your panties! They definitely affect the line. See?" She lifted her skirt and showed me she was wearing no panties! This was strange--I felt my heart in my throat for a second! Her skirt was down in a second and I had trouble believing my own memory. I had the skirt on, and dutifully I actually pulled my panties off! I was going to be bare-legged and I noticed that she was too. "Leave off the bra too," she added. This was too strange. But I went ahead and took it off, and then put on the blouse and buttoned it. I just had the outfit on, when she spoke up again. "You'd better wear the bra, after all." Of all things! But I didn't say anything, I just took off the blouse, put on my bra again, and put on the blouse again. "OK, come out," she said, finally. We left the dressing room and I had the chance to look at myself in the three-way mirrors. I noticed the woman who worked in the store walking over. "Oh, you can't wear a bra with *that* outfit," she started, "go back and take it off." I looked up at her. She was giving the dark-haired woman a funny look. I just shrugged and went back to the dressing room. I took off the bra and put the blouse back on, and came out. "*Oh, my!* You'd better go put it back on!" It was the same woman who asked me to take it off! "Go!" she added when I didn't move right away. She looked positively nervous. When I got back in the dressing room, I looked in the mirror. What were they so worried about? My breasts are not small, but they are not huge either. They don't hang too much, so you might see a little difference, but not a big difference. I checked out myself with the blouse but without the bra, and later with the blouse and the bra. I just couldn't see what the big deal was. I came out, and both women seemed happy and the dark-haired woman paid with the card and brought me back to work. We went into Sandra's office. Sandra looked up. "She's wearing a bra!" "She..." The dark-haired woman started, but she seemed too nervous to go on. "Go out to the women's room and take it off! *Hurry, and come right back*." Sandra definitely had an air of authority in her voice. The dark-haired woman looked decidedly nervous. I went quickly and was back in a couple of minutes. "Oh, good lord!" Sandra had only glanced at me and then she had looked away. "Go back and put it back on!" I walked back, but still couldn't figure this out. Soon I was back in Sandra's office and she looked happier and in a minute I was back in my cubicle, working away. I glanced at the dark-haired woman in the next cubicle. She was working away and paid no attention to me. After a while I noticed another woman enter. She looked very young--perhaps twenty, but was very well dressed. As I watched her, her eyes quickly swept across the room and she immediately went into Sandra's office. I noticed the dark-haired woman next to me paid attention to what she was doing. "Come here, both of you!" It was Sandra standing in her doorway. The dark-haired woman stood and waited a second as I stood up and then led me in. On the way, she whispered to me that the woman who had just walked in was vice president of the company. When we entered, Sandra was standing in front of the desk, nervously, her own chair occupied by the vice president. "So you decided she should wear a bra!" Sandra and the dark-haired woman stood there, seemingly too nervous to talk. The vice president stood up. "Over!" she said. Sandra and the woman both immediately bent over the desk, their rear's hanging off the side! They both raised their skirts revealing their own rears! I stared. I couldn't believe this was happening! The vice president was standing next to me. There was something on each of their rears... a small ring? Protruding from their... rear holes! "Butt plugs," said the vice president. She took the ring on Sandra's rear with her finger and drew on it. It came away, revealing a plug of some sort. I'd never heard of such a thing! Sandra's breath caught when it came out. The vice president then pushed it back in. Sandra let out a few quick breaths as it went in. "Get used to the idea," she added and she gave my rear a little pat! I stood there, stock still, not knowing what to do next. "I can't believe they had you wearing a bra!" she added. The two women still leaned over the desk, their rear's showing. "Turn around and take it off." I stared at her. These people were crazy. "*Now!*" I didn't hesitate again, but turned towards the wall and got the bra off as fast as I could. As soon as I had my blouse buttoned again, I turned back around to the vice president. "Oh!" she said, in a quiet, but surprised voice. She stared at my chest. I still couldn't figure out what was the big deal. She never moved, and was staring like that for at least thirty seconds. Finally I mumbled something nervously but I don't know what I was going to say. She seemed to wake up and looked at my face. "You'd better put it back on," she said, "I'll see you later." Then she left. There I was with those two women, still leaning over the desk. After a second, they stood up and straightened their skirts. I still could see those *butt plugs* in my mind as I looked at them. What *was* all this? "Your bra," said Sandra to remind me. I wondered whether I should go to the rest room and was left staring. "Just *do it*!" said Sandra, finally, sounding exasperated. I quickly turned around and put it back on right there in the office. Then Sandra sent us back to work and I did my best to type forms and ignore the intrusive memories of those weird moments. Then Sandra came out and gave me an office number and told me to go there. She stood in the door and watched as I walked to the elevator. The office was on the top floor of the building. When I saw the door, I couldn't believe how sumptuous it was! And the door indicated that this was the president! The reception area was large and the receptionist looked up at me. She didn't even ask my name, but after looking for a couple of seconds, told me the president was waiting for me. I walked in, wondering what this was all about, and feeling nervous. The room was absolutely gorgeous. It was in a fairly conservative style. A huge desk was at the far end of the room. A woman was sitting there. She looked a bit "ageless" but I guessed she was about forty. Her hair was black with a little grey, which I wondered why she didn't color, but her hair was definitely beautiful the way it was. But she could have looked younger... "So you're the one our vice president decided should wear a bra." She started. I didn't know how to answer that. "Yes ma'am." That was as good an answer as any. "I can't believe she'd find that acceptable," she replied. I couldn't believe this conversation. Suddenly a door at the side of the room slid open, revealing a nude woman! She was facing the wall and was apparently bound, gagged, and tied to the wall! I realized it was the vice president! I looked back at the president. She had a huge whip in her hand. "She knows better," she said quietly. She started waving the whip back and forth a little as if she were limbering it, or warming up. I couldn't believe this. I was actually going to *see* this woman get whipped! I felt a stirring... Suddenly the door opened behind me and a woman entered. I recognized her as the woman who worked in the store. "And you just let her put it back on?" demanded the president. "She...," "I don't want to hear it," cut in the president. The woman looked like she was going to sink through the floor. The president turned back to me. Her voice suddenly turned from steel to very friendly. "You'd better take it off. You can go in there." She pointed to a door to the side of her desk. I walked through and found a rather sumptuous bathroom. I closed the door and stood there breathing hard for a second. Then I quickly took the bra off and replace my blouse. When I came back in, I glanced around and realized only the president was there. The sliding door was closed again. "Oh, my!" she said in a quiet, but surprised voice. It *is* obscene." I had watched her eyes and I'd never seen them leave my face. "Go back..." she paused for a second, "No! Come here, please!" She never raised her voice, but she seemed very insistent. I walked over. She briefly seemed at a loss for words. "You're... *really something*", she finally said. "Here," she added. The sliding door started opening again and I realized she had pushed a button on her desk. It revealed the vice president, still bound, gagged, attached facing the wall, but then it revealed the lady from the clothing store in the same condition! I had been in the bathroom so briefly I couldn't figure out... "Would you like to... whip them?" I couldn't believe the president's voice: she seemed almost like a puppy, trying to please. I didn't answer right away. "It's nice to see their bodies jerk," she said and she snapped the whip. It snapped the vice president's rear and I saw her body jerk. Something in me felt electric when I saw that. Like I was feeling the sting in sympathy? I felt something between my legs and I wondered at myself. The other woman had started wriggling and straining when the whip had snapped. "Here, try it." She had put the whip in my hand. I looked down at it. I heard the rustling of clothing and looked back at her: *her clothes were off*--she was wearing just a g-string. She had a good-looking small, slim body, with small breasts. She looked almost like a girl despite her hair. She came up to me and put her hands on my upper arms. She held me and leaned back, but our lower bodies were touching. I heard her breath catch. I saw her eyes go down to my chest, and then back up to my face. It was the first time I saw her eyes on my chest at all. "I want...," she paused again, seemingly diffident. "I want you to be my *special assistant*, OK?" "I don't know," I said. I was shivering and my voice was quiet. "Listen..., we could..., you could be here and we could get together." She looked so desperate. I couldn't believe it: this little waif of a woman, nothing but a g-string, standing there. "You could whip me!" She went over to the vice president and stood behind her and pressed her body against her, hugging her. She was looking back at me. "Try it, I know you'll like it." Her body was moving, just a little. "Please?" She was grinding her pelvis against the vice president's rear. I looked at her rear, slowly wriggling. Whip it? Why did I feel so... wet?