"Good morning, Marie" I said to our receptionist as I arrived at work on a cold Monday in February. I hung up my coat and went to my desk. Moments later, my secretary, Gerry, brought me a steaming cup of black coffee and I turned my attention to the paperwork at my desk. There had been some changes over the past five years. Allie and Jodi had left. Maria was still with me as was Sharon. My business had prospered. My investments had done well, as I was interested in each project and made sure that each made sense from multiple points of view so that if I were building a store or mini-mall, I was concerned not only about inherent land values but the specific plan for commercial exploitation. We had not yet replaced Jodi who was our back-office head. Looking for a replacement was Ann's job, but Ann was not due back in the office until the next week. She was on duty at home. Periodically I had found it necessary to establish certain borders and boundaries with Ann. Inevitably, as we dealt with each other, I found it more and more natural to treat Ann almost as a spouse. I find myself caring for her, depending on her, and I ease in to a relationship where it becomes unnatural for me to treat her as an employee, and for her part, Ann loses that little edge which I have always admired, namely her desire to find new ways to appeal to my jaded erotic sense. About every eighteen months or so, then, I have to find a role for Ann that reasserts our relationship. I suppose the time I had her comply with Sharon's directives was the first. Now, while Clara and Sara were visiting their mother in Brazil, I detailed Ann to take care of our home--to make sure that all meals were prepared and to do all the other domestic chores. Tonight, Ann was responsible for preparing and serving dinner for me and my guests. I was entertaining at home for dinner an important advisor to one of my investing partners who lived in London. The man who managed that investor's affairs was also British but had just moved to the United States. When I invited him for dinner, he indicated that the person who he normally would have asked to come along was herself away that week. Knowing that he seemed to admire Gerry, I asked him if he would like me to invite Gerry to join us. He seemed pleased with the idea so I did. I called Ann to go over the plans for dinner. "Ann, we'll be home around 7:30. We'll have drinks and hors d'oeuvres and dinner around 8:30. Gerry will come with me and I guess Tony will meet us at the apartment around that time too." "Do you want to go over the menu?" "No, Ann I'm counting on you to have thought of everything and to make sure that you serve a nice, elegant supper." "Will you call later?" "I don't know, just plan on seeing me when we get there at 7:30." "Bye." "Bye." I buzzed for Gerry to come in. "Gerry," I asked "Tony was happy that you will be joining us for dinner tonight." "That's good." "Do you like him?" "I work for you, Bob" was Gerry's reply. "How can I 'like' anyone else?" As she spoke Gerry was fingering the buttons on her blouse as if waiting for an invitation for her to make herself available to me. Gerry was in her early 40's. She was about 5'8" tall with cascading, wavy golden, reddish hair which I presumed was maintained with the aid of her beautician. She had the type of figure for which I was a sucker. Full breasted, but still thin and trim. Although Gerry did not approach Ann in terms of the fullness of her breasts, she was still, easily, a D-cup. She had long legs which she frequently showed off as her habit was to wear very short skirts. My mind reflected back on that comic afternoon when Gerry was hired. Ann had brought her in to see me. "Why does this job pay three times the going rate for the most senior of executive secretaries?" Gerry had asked. "We want to hire people who will have loyalty to us and to the way we do business here. I am sure that Ann told you about our dress code." "Actually not. What are you talking about 'dress code'?" The look on Ann's face let me know she had skipped that part of the interview. She spoke up. "We've been interviewing so many people that I guess things blurred together and I thought I had mentioned it, but Gerry the reason I brought you in to see Bob was that I was so impressed with your skills." "So what's the story with the dress code. for what you're paying I really can't imagine what sort of dress code could be a problem. You'll tell me about it later." "Gerry, we'll tell you about it right away, because we have to know you are comfortable with it." "The only thing I wouldn't be comfortabe with is a no-dress dress code" Gerry said, thinking she was joking. "Well, Gerry" I said "I'm glad you mentioned that. Thanks for applying." Gerry seemed stunned that what she intended to be a sarcastic comment turned out to be on the mark. "You mean that's it? Your dress code is that I have to work naked?" Ann answered. "No, Gerry. All we require is that twice a week, everyone goes topless. Complete nudity is an option you can select." "Well why didn't you just say that in the first place. I've no problem with that. That's how I go to the beach anyhow." Ann and I exchanged looks. We were unclear whether to take Gerry seriously. Gerry must have realized our quandary and took matters into her own hands. We watched as Gerry stood up and tugged the ends of her beige blouse out of her skirt. Starting at the button near her collar, she opened each and then shrugged her blouse off her shoulders. She was wearing a beige bra that fastened in the front. She opened the clasp and released her breasts from their confinement. She looked at us triumphantly and sat down. "I guess that settles that" I said. "Welcome aboard." I emerged from that bit of retrospection to the present as I saw Gerry still fingering her blouse. I gave her the nod of encouragement that she had been seeking and she quickly unbuttoned her blouse, shrugged off her bra and stepped out of her skirt. She was wearing sheer to the waist pantyhose. Gerry stepped to the side of my desk, kneeled at my feet, and opened my pants. I sat back and did absolutely nothing else, but exchange locked stares with her, as she brought me off in her mouth. Gerry looked at me and said: "I hope that makes sure you know there are no others I like." "But don't worry, for you I'll make sure Tony has a good time tonight." "All I'm asking you to do is have dinner with him" I said. "I understand" she answered as she ran her tongue along my shrinking member. When she was finished, Gerry stood, got dressed, smiled and went back to work. I next spoke to Gerry about 7:10 when we headed out to my house. We met Tony in the lobby of the building as we arrived there coincidently. Gerry greeted Tony warmly and took his arm as we rode up in the elevator together. Ann answered the door looking radiant. She had a sprig of flowers tucked in her hair which was up in a bun. She was wearing a white dress of sheer material that fastened around her neck over a full slip whose lace trim was readily discernible. As we made our way to the living room where there was a waiter standing and expecting to bring drinks, I noticed how the dining room table had been set. I saw an opportunity to make a point with Ann. Ann was in a chatty mood and I recognized that she must have been going a litttle stir crazy waiting around in our apartment all day by herself attending to the various domestic chores. "Ann, come here" I said. "Yes" she said as she joined me in the hall "Why is the table set for four?" "You, me, Gerry and Tony." "No, Ann" I said. You are to serve dinner. I saw the dawn of realization and disappointment expressed on Ann's face. I realized I was on the right track. "And you ought to be dressed more in keeping with your role tonight." I looked her over and realized what adjustment need be made. "Just take off the slip." I was not done with my instructions. "Now go and reset the table and tell the waiters you hired that they may help you, but they are not to come out of the kitchen. You are to be our servant." Ann was not happy, but she did not hesitate. She reappeared in the living room about ten minutes later carrying a tray with three drinks on it which she passed out to Tony, Gerry and me. She had taken off her slip and the consequence of that act was immediately noticeable to us all. What once seemed like a fashionable outfit was now totally provocative. Where the fabric of her dress lay in a single layer against her skin, it was as if she were wearing nothing at all. Where the fabric bunched or folded, it obscured what was underneath. After a short while we sat down for our dinner. It was at that point that Gerry and Tony realized that Ann was having a special role that evening. They had assumed that she was busy with her preparations before which is why she was not spending time with us in the living room, but seeing only three place settings, they realized that Ann was "working" that evening. Ann served us smoked trout to start. I saw Tony react as her barely covered right breast brushed aganst his shoulder when she removed his plate. Our conversation over our next course was pretty normal, but each time Ann appeared to bring something in or out, I watched as Tony's eyes followed each movement she made. At one point, while Ann was removing a salad plate from Gerry, Tony reached for something on the table and knocked over his wine glass. Ann reached for a napkin to blot up the wine and I saw another opportunity. Grabbing the hem of Ann's dress, I used it to create a "dam" on the table and soak up what had been spilled. Then, with a firm sudden movement, I ripped Ann's dress off and bunched it up and used it to complete the tidying process. Ann stood there unflinching and Tony made no effort to conceal his admiration for her body. Ann's immense breasts rested on her ribcage and, although not saggy, by virtue of their size and weight, extended actually on to her upper belly. As always she was neatly and completely shaved, without the slightest trace of stubble. After allowing herself to be visually inspected, she turned her attention to cleaning up the mess and resetting the table. She performed these tasks with energy and speed, never once stopping to put something on as she marched in and out of the dining room. We finished our meal with good appetites and I invited Tony and Gerry to join me in the library for coffee. "You have her trained well" Tony said. "I admire the way she takes what you give in stride." "She is special" I agreed. "Would you take direction like that?" Tony directed his remark to Gerry. "From certain people, without any hesitation" Gerry answered Tony but looking directly at me. I did not miss that opening. "Gerry, go see if you and Ann can figure out some entertaiment for us" I said. "Certainly" she answered as she got up to leave. I offered Tony a brandy while we waited to see what Gerry and Ann would arrange. Gerry appeared about twenty minutes later wrapped in a large terry robe. She invited Tony and I in to the master bath. We followed Gerry in and watched as she took off her robe. Ann directed her to sit astride the edge of the tub, with one leg resting on a towel bar and the other on a tiled shelf behind the tub. The effect was for her legs to be spread apart completely. Ann arranged her apparatus before her. Using a scissors, she trimmed closely Gerry's theretofore luxuriant pubic hair. Then, she used warm washcloths to soap and massage and soften the now trimmed area. Finally and carefully she shaved Gerry entirely, from the hairs which curled around her bottom to those few strays which headed up towards her belly button. The whole process took at least twenty minutes. After rinsing the remnants of the soap off and rubbing the area with some sort of alcohol based astringent which caused Gerry to gasp and which pinkened her vaginal lips, Ann led Gerry back, of all places, to our dining room. There Ann directed Gerry to lay back on the table. Ann disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a cart filled with different pints of ice cream, syrups, and other toppings. Ann said she was planning on "make your own" sundaes as the dessert and thought that there was no reason not to adhere to that plan. "Let me show you how" she said. Ann took a spoonful of ice cream, a dollop of whipped cream and placed them on Gerry's lower belly, just above her sex. Gerry squealed with pleasure, no doubt from the soothing effect of these cold confections. Ann then proceeded to lap up this mini-sundae. She turned then to Tony and asked what flavors and toppings he liked. She followed his instructions and assembled a butterscotch sundae (vanilla ice cream) with whipped cream, nuts and a cherry. All these ingredients were nestled in the juncture of Gerry's legs. "Do you want a spoon?" Ann asked, "or would you simply want to take off your shirt and dive right in?" Tony took off his tie and then his shirt and proceeded to enjoy his desert. "How about you?" Ann said to me. "Chocolate ice cream and marshmallow sauce" I answered. Ann scooted on to the table and after getting the ingredients ready, leaned back and arranged herself just as Gerry. Not unlike Tony, I opened my shirt collar and started to eat. The first few mouthfuls were entirely desert; thereafter Ann's skin and her taste started to mix in. I glanced over at Gerry and Tony. There was no trace left of Tony's sundae, but he was "licking the plate clean." Ann for her part was responding to my attention. We continued this for a while, with each of Ann and Gerry seeming to draw great pleasure from our efforts. When we finished, Tony and Gerry announced that they were going to leave. Gerry went in to the bedroom to get dressed and I told Ann that she should stay with me while Gerry got ready to go. We went in to the living room and while Tony waited for Gerry, Ann--totally nude--and I sat on the couch and necked like teenagers. Ann, it seems, realized again that I cared for her. Six Months Later It had become my custom, in the summer, to invite the office staff to my farm in Sharon, Connecticut for a weekend of relaxation. This particular August weekend had been picked a few months earlier and I could not have chosen better. It was warm, but uncharacteristically, not too humid and the forecast was for much of the same weather the rest of the weekend. Ann, Clara, Sara and I had gone up to the farm the Thursday evening before everyone else was scheduled to arrive. I had arranged for a stretch limo to bring everyone else up the next day. At about 12:30, the limousine pulled in to the driveway, and Gerry, Marie, Sharon, Maria and Lisa all clambered out. Lisa had been hired a two months earlier as Jodi's replacement. Ann and Clara showed everyone to their rooms, while Sara set out a buffet lunch. Mid-way through lunch Gerry announced that everyone had a surprise for me and that after lunch, I should go out to the pool and await my surprise. I had just about dozed off in my lounge chair, when I heard a rustle of noise and looked up to see my surprise. What I saw was a parade of each of my "girls" marching in a straight line and then arraying themselves in a little semi-circle around me. They were all attired identically. They were wearing white tops over identical gold bikini bottoms. Their bottoms were not fitting snuggly, and to an extent they fell away from each of their lower bellys. Those of the girls who shaved did not look as undressed as did those who did not, as their pubic hair certainly was visible. At a cue which Gerry gave, they all took off their tops, and they stood in front of me for my inspection, each with big smiles and each noticing that my erection had snuck out of the leg of my shorts. This was a first--all of the women in my empire were standing there together having so carefully arrayed themselves in an enticing manner. Gerry then gave another signal, and in practiced unison, each girl reached for a clasp on there left hip and they unhooked one leg of their bikini bottoms which each then released. The bottoms puddled at each of the girls feet and, as they all stood before me, absolutely naked and smiling and giggling. I felt richer and more in possession of a domain than I think I ever had before. I was wondering how my state of arousal would be resolved and Gerry, again taking the lead, asked me how I wanted to take care of "that" she said as she pointed. I had a quick answer. I skinned off my shorts and took a dollop of tanning lotion in my palm. I started to stroke myself and I told all the girls to sit near me and to follow my lead. Within five minutes we were all engaged in self- stimulation with different extents of whimpers and moans. I could see each of the girls stimulating themselves according to each of their habits; Ann for example was simply making circular motions with her index finger on her clit; both Clara and Sara were plunging their digits in and out of their pussys. Sharon was kneading her breasts with one hand while fingering herself with the other. Maria had pushed her breasts together and was licking and sucking her nipples. Marie was on her knees, with her bottom stuck high in the air and with one hand reaching behind to play with herself from behind. This whole scene was extremely arousing for me and I felt myself getting ready to explode, as the pulse and pace quickened, and as I started to audibilize my situation, Gerry scooted over to me and positioned her face between my legs and extended her tongue in a very specific invitation to receive my cum. I accepted that invitation. After taking a moment to catch my breath, I slipped into the pool to let the cool water cleanse and refresh me. As each of the girls reached their limit, they also made their way into the swimming pool. Plainly, this was to be a successful weekend. It was.