Business Disciplines (Closed)

[deevo]

For Brian Lasseter, this was not the culmination of a lifetime's ambition.

It had never been his intention to work for his father's company. Truth be told, he had almost no idea what his father did for a living. Something about important and exports and wholesales - buying low, selling high, that kind of thing. It had made Jeremy Lasseter and his business partners very rich men. That meant Brian had access to the best education money could buy, tutored after school by a succession of beautiful Asian women who rarely seemed to stick around long but who were, according to his dad, easily replaced.

When he was younger, Brian had wondered why his father even bothered. He was brighter than most and succeeded academically; he didn't really require the simple tutelage of these strange women. Looking back, it was obvious what had really gone on, though Brian tried to deny it to himself. His parents were happily married, after all. What need did Jeremy have for Filipino yoga instructors?

Apparently, a large need.

And if Brian had half of his father's confidence, he might have tried his luck. But the two shared little other than a last name. Jeremy was broad shouldered; he didn't so much walk as stride and all eyes seemed to turn to him when he entered a room. Jeremy had been the star quarterback in high school and he still; enjoyed the adulation. If his chiseled features were a little lined and his dark hair peppered with grey, it only added an authoritative air that women in particular were drawn to.

Brian, on the other hand, was slim and wiry. Certainly not unattractive, but he didn't have the presence of his old man and it showed in his numerous failed escapades with women. Brian had excelled in school but most girls weren't begging for a date with the Science Club guy.

Perhaps that's why he finally told his dad he was ready to join the family business. It was an experiment, a study of the men within the company. They all had that imperious and confident attitude that Jeremy possessed. They didn't just think they were top dogs, they knew it. And perhaps Brian wondered if, by some osmosis, that personality might rub off on him.

He had bought a new suit for the first day and struggled to keep up as his father marched through the hallways on the 25th floor. Brian was going to work in Logistics - the logistics of what, he wasn't sure, but Jeremy assured him everything would be fine.

"I've spoken to your personal assistant and she'll help you get settled in," he said.

"Personal assistant?" said Brian.

"Of course," replied Jeremy. "We all have one. I made sure to hire you a girl with a little experience, to show you the ropes... so to speak." Jeremy gave Brian a strange grin, as if he had just shared a little inside joke.

Brian had met his father's personal assistant only once, during a previous visit to the office. She'd been quite dutiful and respectful, carrying out Jeremy's request with grace and speed. Brian supposed it wouldn't hurt to have someone who knew their way around an office. He was starting to feel a little nervous and worried that his crisp white shirt collar was getting stained with sweat.

"Here we are," said Jeremy, stopping in front of a set of tall wooden doors. To one side was a work station, presumably that of Brian's new assistant. He took a deep breath. Jeremy smacked him on the back, knocking the wind out of him.

"No need to be nervous, boy!" he declared. "Give it a week, you'll show the lads upstairs that you can run with the rest of us. Chip off the old block, yes? Good!" He reached for the door handle and turned it slowly.

"Now," he continued. "Let's go introduce ourselves."

 

[Faux_Pas]

It was a very strange interview indeed.
Anna wasn't quite sure what to make of it, especially with the way Mr Lasseter had approached her. In a place like that... A job offer was the last thing she had expected. Part of her had truly thought it was going to be some kind of joke, some type of horrible prank the man was trying to play on her- but the others spoke of how well known he was in the community.

Well...If anything, it was worth looking into.

She had met first with another secretary, who explained to her the job specifics in far more detail than the quick interview with Mr Lasseter at the club.

All the specifics.

"So. What do you think? It has a great set of benefits, doesn't it. Is this something you think you can handle, Miss Davis?" The woman watched her curiously from her own desk, smirking a bit more as Anna contemplated the full offer. "This is a very wonderful opportunity, I can assure you. But if you don't accept the offer..."

Anna quickly sat forward, resting her hands on the desk. "Oh! No, please! I'm very interested. It's just- I've never had an offer like this before. Office work, sure, but.... This is... very new."

The woman smiled again, chuckling. "Not as new as you think, Miss Davis. Not at all."

"I'll take the job. Thank you so much."

"Glad to have you aboard, Anna."

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Anna sat nervously in the grey office chair at the edge of the desk, fidgeting her hands between the surface and her lap. She wasn't sure what to do with them, trying to find that happy medium to control her nerves. What if he didn't even like her? What if he immediately requested someone new?

She heard voices outside the door, a tiny squeak of nervousness leaving her lips as she straightened up a bit more, drawing a sharp breath and waiting for the men to come in.

Everything she learned.

Her attention paused for a mere moment, looking back to the little black box on the desk. Mr Lasseter's own secretary had told her about that. That it was her final part in accepting the position. A gift from her new boss.

She stood as the doors started to open, straightening nervously at her short pencil skirt, trying to readjust her crisply ironed white button up shirt. Her red loose curls were pulled as best she could into a bun at the back of her neck, stray strands managing to find freedom in her nervous shiftings.

Deep breath.
Pull it together, Anna. He's expecting experience, here. Show him what you know.

A smile to the two men, a brief glance to them both, before lowering her gaze, her clasped hands resting before her. "Good morning to you both, Sirs. I am Anna Davis." Another upward glance, peeking at the two of them cautiously. The older Lasseter carried himself so much differently than his son. The younger looked almost as lost as she did- No, more so! This was what the other secretary had meant. "If there is anything I can do to be of service to either of you, I would gladly be of assistance."

 

[deevo]

Brian's eyes widened for a moment. She was absolutely gorgeous - red curls, big blue eyes, full pouting lips. He wondered if his father knew that this secretary was exactly Brian's type. Oh God, could he? Why would Jeremy hire a girl certain to leave Brian tongue-tied? Maybe it was some kind of joke. Maybe it was some kind of hazing ritual and Brian would discover that his new PA wasn't a beautiful redhead but some dowdy forty-something with three kids and a sour disposition.

It wasn't that Brian couldn't talk to girls. The problem lay in his ability to talk to certain types of girls, namely the ones out of his league. His father, naturally, showed none of that fear. And that extended beyond women; employees, partners and acquaintances all seemed to fall under his spell.

Indeed, it seemed to be happening now. The girl, Anna Davis, had given him a few brief glances but, like everyone, she seemed reluctant to look his father in the eyes. If Jeremy noticed - and he had to have noticed - he didn't say anything. He simply smiled broadly, but it was a smile Brian had seen before, the grin of a wolf who'd just found a plump lamb.

"Wonderful girl, isn't she?" he asked. "I had Kathy from HR check her credentials, so you know she's perfect for you." Jeremy stepped forward, Brian slowly moving after him. The older man stopped at Anna's side, standing above her as he did so many people.

"Miss Davis, this is Brian Lasseter," he said. His tone was imperious. "And yes, he is my son, which means I expect nothing but the very best from you. You will, of course, refer to him only as Mr. Lasseter or Sir." He turned back to Brian, who still stood in the centre of the large corner office, and his expression softened somewhat.

"Do you like her?" he asked.

"Well, I..." said Brian, unsure of how to respond. He'd only just met her; she was beautiful but how could he know if she'd work out?

"Of course you do," Jeremy continued. "Miss Davis is experienced and talented. Fifty words a minute and I'm assured she keeps herself neatly trimmed."

"Well that's... sorry?" The second half of the statement struck Brian out of the blue.

"I mean, shave her if you like, but I thought I'd leave that up to you," said Jeremy, speaking with the care one might afford discussing one's holiday photos. "Miss Davis, give us a turn, let us see you.

"You see, Brian," he continued, "Lasseter-Young Inc. expects a certain attitude from its executives. You need self-control, strong nerves, a steady and firm hand. Understand?"

Brian wasn't sure he did, but he still nodded his head. His attention was skipping from the redhead to his father and his mind was spinning.

"Good!" said Jeremy, beaming. "And, naturally, we expect an attitude from our subordinates that compliments that assertiveness. It makes for a productive, happy work environment for all involved. And of course, there are other perks." He gave Brian a wink, the same wink Brian would see whenever Jeremy disappeared with one of the tutors to "discuss his progress."

"Dad, are you... are you saying the execs all sleep with their secretaries!?" hissed Brian. He spoke low, hoping Anna didn't hear.

"No!" Jeremy declared, clearly caring little if Miss Davis heard them. "Well, maybe sometimes, but it's so much more than just that! Believe me, the bond you form with your PA will affect your growth in this company. That is, of course, if you choose Miss Davis. If you'd prefer someone else, that can be arranged but, like I said, I think she's just what you need." The older Lasseter finally turned his attention onto Anna again, clapping a hand on Brian's shoulder.

"Tell me, Miss Davis," he began, "what do you make of young Mr Lasseter? Be honest, now - I demand honesty from all of my employees. It's important that both parties are eager. Perhaps you can tell Mr Lasseter why he should keep you?"

 

[Faux_Pas]

Nervousness started to drift back in as the father and son spoke before her, Anna shifting slightly from heel to heel. Senior seemed content with her, but Junior... Oh, god, what if that stare he was giving was in horror over her?! She should have done something more for the interview- asked to meet with him... Wait, no, she was told this was a blind interview... Ohhh...

Her attempt at a smile returned as the older man spoke of her talents, a slight blush taking her cheeks at the added mention of her other "aspects." His request for her to turn about caused her to merely catch the slightest of glimpses at his son, the added shock just starting to come to his face. "Uh- yes sir. Whatever you wish. Your preferences are of course the highest priority..." She tried to chime in herself, slowly turning for the two, attempting to showcase her best assets to them both.

Should she lift her skirt?
But what if he had indeed wanted her shaved? That would ruin everything at this point-! No. She would wait.

The hissed query from son to father caused a curious look to come from Anna herself, trying not to listen in too much to what seemed a private conversation presented before her... About her.

The mention of growth in the company, however, brought a new smile to her face. What Mr Lasseter's own secretary had said; how she had been with him for years and moved up with him, thanks to her dedication to her work and projects.... Why, if Anna could do that herself...

She jumped slightly as words were directed her way once again, her own name spooking her. "Yes sir! I... Well.. It would be a wonderful opportunity to work with someone such as your son, sir. I feel as though we both could learn so much from each other and..." She trailed off slightly, looking back to Brian with a hesitant smile. "I would gladly be at your side through any of the projects and assignments, the trials they put you... Us... Through. I am very loyal, sir, and swear to do my best to make you happy and proud to call me your assistant. Please, sir. Let me show you. I promise you, I will not disappoint you."

She stopped again, her hands still folded before her as she thought for a moment. "Mister Lasseter? May... I show him the... Other skills I possess? If. If that's alright, of course." She glanced over to his desk's chair, then back to the men before her. "I would hate to impose... But- Sometimes a hands-on demonstration can provide the best details...?"

 

[deevo]

Brian glanced from Anna to his father and back again. He felt as if they were having a conversation about him but had no idea what they meant. Were they both in on the joke? He wasn't laughing, that was for sure. Brian had a bit of a temper at times. He supposed it came from having a father he could never fully live up to. The expectations were incredibly high and, when he invariably failed to meet them, Brian would suffer the whispered taunts of his peers.

He could feel his cheeks starting to flush with a mixture of embarrassment and anger.

"Your other skills?" he finally muttered, taking a deep breath.

"Sounds like a great idea!" said Jeremy. He glanced at his watch and said, "But I can't stay, expecting a call from London soon. Brian, you'll be expected to set the pace here - arrange the schedules, assign tasks, utilise proper discipline.

"When necessary," he hastily added. "But this morning, we'll let Miss Davis take the lead, just until you're settled in. if, by the end of the day, you don't want to take her on, let me know. But if you decide she's the one you want, give her that." He cocked his head and, for the first time, Brian saw a small box at the edge of his desk.

Jeremy made his goodbyes and strode out of the office, closing the door tightly behind him.

Brian stared at the door, then at Anna. She looked like she expected him to say something, but he wasn't sure what, exactly.

"OK..." he mumbled, walking quickly past her and sitting down. He took a long, deep breath to relax, then sat back in his chair, trying to seem relaxed.

"So... Miss Davis. What now?" he asked.

 

[Faux_Pas]

Anna only nodded as the older Lasseter gave his parting words, watching as her prospective boss wandered to his own desk in what seemed to be complete bewilderment. Her own confusion started to kick in a bit now... Was he completely in the dark on all of this?

As he settled into his seat, she glanced around the room, eyes brightening as she spotted a bottle of brandy and a glass beside it on one of the book shelves. "A drink to soothe your nerves first, sir.... It looks like it could be quite in order at the moment." Taking that first step in pouring, then returning to his desk and offering it out. "Apologies for no ice, sir. As your assistant, I would make that one of my priorities; to keep your office properly stocked in every way."

She watched for a brief moment, making sure that he was at least developing a level of comfort, before circling around to stand at the side of his chair. "If I may, sir, I would like to demonstrate my other skills that may be of value to you now." With that, Anna lowered to her knees, starting to unbutton the top of her shirt. "They are completely natural, sir... A full C cup size, and good for any multitude of uses... Would- you like me to go beneath your desk for my oral presentation? Or would it be rude of me to ask you to turn your chair?"

Oh, maybe now she was taking things a touch too far. No, wait, Mister Lasseter had said to... Well... Okay, this was certainly taking the lead, as he had said, so-

"You just finish your drink, sir. I'll make myself useful from here- I assure you, I really can handle any sort of pressure or situation, so please- if you feel the need, I have no qualms with you adding any degree of difficulty to my presentation!" Another smile, Anna's hands reaching for his belt and zipper as she moved closer still.

 

[deevo]

The brandy was certainly welcome - Brian wasn't much for alcohol, but he felt a stiff drink wouldn't hurt. It could actually be a benefit, he thought, help me figure out what I've been told here.

He'd assumed for some years that his father had to have gotten between the sheets with a couple of his secretaries. But apparently the whole office got up to it! Or was it just the execs? The board was filled with confident, powerful men and women; were they all using that power to push their PAs into sex? But then, why did Anna - who seemed to know more about this than he did - seem so eager? What the hell was going on?

Brian almost choked on his brandy when she dropped to her knees right beside him. He tried and failed to avoid looking at her cleavage, but as Anna's hands moved away from the opened shirt, he couldn't resist a glance. They were, he had to admit, very nice breasts. Not too big, but certainly able to fill his hands. He had to blink a few times to break himself out of his reverie and found Anna was unzipping his fly. He coughed and gently lifted her hands away.

"No, that... that won't be necessary right now," he said. Right now? He meant never, surely! No matter how plump and inviting her lips might be!

"Miss Davis, please sit down." Brian pointed to a chair on the other side of the desk. He hastily zipped his trousers back up. Anna, he noticed, did not button her shirt, but let it hang open, meaning he had to struggle to look her in the eyes.

"OK," he began, speaking slowly, both hands flat on the desk. "I think it's obvious between you and me that there's something my father neglected to talk about when he gave me this job. But clearly you know a bit more than I do. So, I'd appreciate it if you could tell me what you know. Start from the beginning: how you applied, what you were told about the job, whatever you think might help. Speak to me as if I have no idea what's going on."

As if that wasn't completely obvious, he thought to himself.

 

[Faux_Pas]

He was looking! Oh, good, that was certainly a wonderful sign. If he was at least taking interest in her chest, then that had to be some type of plus for her favors. Maybe if she could get him to fondle them a bit, get to know her just a bit better, than maybe she had even more of a chance! Anna was pleased completely with this plan, starting to lean in to meet what she anticipated to come free with her working hands-

Only to sit back in confusion and look at him blankly as he guided her hands away from her efforts, her eyes widening slightly. Where had she messed up? What was wrong?

A tiny frown came to her face, hesitantly getting to her feet as he motioned for her to go sit. The sound of his zipper reclosing as she moved worried her even more. She really had screwed up, hadn't she? Damn it! She had only been taking the initiative like Mr Lasseter had said to do-! Settling into the chair, she folded her hands in her lap, looking more to the desk between them than the man sitting behind it as he put his own upon the wooden surface.

His words were what finally caused her to look up, an air of curiosity to her features. He hadn't been told? So then.. everything she had.... Her eyes widened with that, a slight paling to her face. Oh god. The impression she must have made with all that-! And the things his father had said!

"Mister Lasseter, I am so sorry, I had no idea... I really thought that- Oh my god." She stammered out the words of an apology, the paleness trading for a deep reddening as she swallowed hard. "I met your father at a club last weekend... It- Sir, your father is a regular there, I'm not sure if you even knew about that. A- A BDSM club. I.. I tend to go there quite a bit, and I've talked with him before, a few times. I thought maybe he just wanted to chat again, maybe give me a few spankings again or something. But..." She took a deep breath then, finding this part of the whole story to be even harder than confessing her own 'side habits' of visiting that place. "He offered me a job. Said there was a new position coming open in his company as a secretary, and that he thought I would be a good fit. Of course, then he told me about the OTHER job requirements..."

Anna paused once again, finally looking up long enough to really study the man before her. "Personal assistant. On all levels. Any need that had to be met, any requirement you saw fit to make. That the power of the position you held made me more than just a subservient to you as an employee. I am to be your sub. Completely. And the interactions we hold, the manner of behavior between us... That is watched by the other executives. That reviews are based on my performance under your guidance, and the level of discipline between us.... That- That are jobs are both rather woven together in how well we can handle such things."

Another hesitance, Anna biting her lip gently and looking back down to her lap. "I really had no idea he hadn't told you a word of this, Sir. I honestly thought that I was presenting myself to you to show how well I handle a subordinate position... That I am far more than willing to do what you wish. I didn't mean- I didn't mean any offense, Sir. I've been part of that club for a number of years now, and thought... I guess I don't know what I was thinking. I saw your father, and my head just went back into that space, and.. I just started doing the things I was used to in his presence- What I thought you expected of me as well. From everything he had said, it sounded as though that was what was needed to get this position. And Sir, at the moment, I'm very desperate to get out of the terrible job I'm in. Somewhere like this- There's benefits, there's a future. Sure, there's an ODD future, but it's something I know. I mean.... God. It's something I'm actually quite good at. Both the secretarial and- other... requirements."

 

[deevo]

Brian listened to her in silence, doing his best to wear a blank expression on his face. This was all... very new information. His father was into BDSM? Brian didn't think his dad would even know what that was! Was his mother a fan, too? This explained several uncomfortable moments in his childhood that Brian had worked very hard to forget.

But was she telling him the truth? Had Jeremy hired a sub as well as a secretary? Why did he think brian would be into that? Well, OK, maybe he'd spanked a few girlfriends and maybe there'd been that one time in college with the handcuffs, but that was all just a little fun. And they'd lost the key to the cuffs, which brought the fun to an abrupt end and left a sour taste in Brian's mouth.

So this was the truth, that every executive in the company was a Dom or Domme? That your skills behind closed doors moved you up the ladder faster than anything you could do in the boardroom? What kind of company was Brian's father running!? And why hadn't he just been straightforward about all this?

What an asshole, thought Brian, dropping me in the deep end as usual. He pushed the empty glass across the desk and slumped back into his seat.

"I think you better get me another brandy," he said. "Better make it a double."

Brian flitted between his own thoughts and glances towards Anna while she made the drink. It was hard not to notice the way her skirt neatly hugged her hips and ass. He put that out of his mind for a moment. She seemed a very sincere girl. She also sounded desperate; she practically begged him for the job! But if he took her on, he was expected to dominate her.

"Miss Davis," he finally said. "Obviously, this is a lot for me to take in all of a sudden. Why don't you go to your station for now? I'm sure work will be along... eventually." He gave her a weak grin - as a Dom, he was no doubt making a terrible first impression.

 

[Faux_Pas]

Anna's nervousness was starting to come through even more as the blank stare Mr Lasseter gave her continued to hold for a bit longer than she had expected. Her lips drew in together slightly, her gaze drifting away from the man before her to the desk itself, hesitantly shifting on her feet. Was that a test? Was she not supposed to give so much information away? Had he already known and simply wanted to hear how she would describe it? Oh god,what if she had just failed already-

The glass suddenly being skitted across the woodgrain caused her to quickly look back up, her eyes widening slightly. The request for a new drink received a quick nod, Anna hastily snatching it back up from the desk. "Absolutely, sir!," She agreed quickly, hurrying back to the bookcase to grab the decanter.

That had to be a good sign, right?
But the way he had inquired about it- That wasn't a testing tone. That was... a completely confused man. Did he truly have no idea what was taking place around him?

Her thoughts had drifted nearly too long, her gaze falling back to the glass in her hand and seeing just how far she had filled it. A tiny jump at that, quickly straightening the bottle and placing it back on the shelf, resting the plug back into place before returning the glass to her prospective boss. Holding it out to him, she gave another smile, nervous and hopeful.

"Miss Davis."

Oh no, here it comes.
He's going to decline. He's going to say he's not interested, that I wasted his time, that-

".... Why don't you go to your station for now?"

That smile grew even more with his words, a quick nod given.

"I'm sure work will be along... eventually."

"Yes sir, of course sir! Thank you so much, sir." her words were coming out far faster than she had intended, a quick blush taking to her cheeks as she turned away and headed back to the door of his office. The smile had had given revealed even further on her suspicions... He really had no clue on this whole thing.

His father seemed to have expectations.
If they weren't met, then... then what would happen to her? To younger Mr Lasseter? Settling into her own seat, she nervously ran her finger against her lip, trying to figure out how she could help.

She was willing to do just about anything, just as she told him....

 

[deevo]

Work, surprisingly, did show up as the morning progressed. Brian's main task involved making sure orders were being delivered to the places they were supposed to go and to correct the mistake if they weren't. It was remarkably simple stuff - verify this stock, ensure this is signed, find stuff if it's missing - not the kind of work he thought deserved a big office and a personal secretary.

Oh God, the personal secretary. Anna was out there, no doubt keeping herself busy with whatever tasks he could find for her. Anything he could e-mail, really; he was trying to keep talk to a minimum while he tried to wrap his head around what he'd learned this morning. Not just about the position, either. Was his father really the kind of guy who whipped naked girls and tied them up?

Actually, thought Brian, he probably is.

He needed to talk to someone about this. His friends would all tell him to go for it, but this wasn't just a case of simple sex, was it? He definitely couldn't speak to Anna. For all Jeremy's talk of her experience, she seemed as frightened and uncertain as he did.

It would have to be his father. Shit. Brian picked up the phone and dialled Jeremy's extension. The phone barely rang once when his father picked it up.

"Brian!" he exclaimed. "How's it going down there? Doing the old man proud, I'm sure!"

"Uh, yeah," said Brian. "It's pretty straightforward stuff, really. I'm not sure why--"

"Oh, we didn't want to throw too much at you this week!" said Jeremy. "We'll have plenty of work for you soon enough. And how's the girl working out?"

"Anna? Oh, that's actually what I wanted to talk to you about." Brian hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'm not sure about this... relationship."

There was silence on the other end of the line. Brian could feel the look his father was giving him through the phone: disappointment mixed with disdain.

"Brian..." he began, in that tone he used when speaking to a five year old, "did you even give her a chance?"

"Well, I," Brian began, but Jeremy cut him off.

"Did you give yourself a chance?"

"What do you mean?" said Brian, uncertain. Jeremy sighed.

"I mean," said Jeremy, "did it ever occur to you that this job - and that girl - might be just the thing you need? Brian, you know I wouldn't have brought you in if I didn't see some potential. I know I don't say this often, but I think you're a talented young man."

"Wow, uh, than--"

"Shut up. You're talented and you've got a ton of potential, but you have no idea how to take charge of a situation. You're uptight and you don't have enough confidence in your ability to take control."

"And that's what having my own slave is supposed to do? Teach me to take control?" asked Brian.

"She's not your slave, she's your personal assistant," said Jeremy. "Though in time... anyway, that's not important. Do you like the girl?"

"She's nice," said Brian slowly.

"That's a yes," said Jeremy, gruffly. "You have to give the girl a chance. Which means giving yourself a chance. You never know, you might enjoy it." Brian sighed.

"So what do I do?" he asked.

"I want you to find something out for me," said Jeremy, his jovial self again. "Find out if she's a natural redhead."

"I can't ask her something like that!" Brian spluttered.

"Oh, you won't just ask her," Jeremy said, chuckling. "Be direct. Be in control." And then he hung up.

This was a test, but Brian wasn't sure how to pass it - or even if he could. He took a deep breath.

Be direct. Be in control.

He cleared his throat and pushed the intercom button.

"Ms. Davis," he said, sounding as confident as he could, "bring me a coffee. Cream, two sugars." He wasn't sure if he should say "please," but he had a feeling he wasn't supposed to.

 

[Faux_Pas]

Anna had started to wonder if he even remembered she was out there. It wasn't until the first chime of her computer's email that she took notice of the screen, sitting up a bit more and getting to work on the supplies and lists that he required. A few quick glances were given to her intercom, hoping to get a chime of some sort out of that as well, but the morning seemed to slowly drag on without a single word uttered from the man behind the door.

Another email.
Not his address.
GPotts@LYI.com

G? Oh. Gloria. The woman who had interviewed her.
How are things going up there? I see your email is active. Has he given you the sign on bonus yet?

Anna hesitated, unsure on if she should even be replying to such things. We're still in a trial period. She finally sent back, deleting the entire message string as quickly as she could.

Her attention perked slightly as she heard Brian's voice in his office, realizing he was on the phone with someone now. Well, that must have meant he was getting settled into his own position in there. Maybe that was what he needed first- to find his own footing before working on theirs together. That made sense. Yes. Of course.

Returning to one of the emailed projects he had given, she was working on a little research of previous years' stock variations when the buzz of her intercom sounded. Surprised at first by the sound, she gave a faint smile as his voice came through and requested a coffee. "Of course, Mister Lasseter," She replied with a press of her own, leaving the desk to go find the coffee machine down the hall.

Cream. Two sugars.

Returning with the steaming cup, she gave a light knock on his door, opening it slowly and slipping inside. "Your coffee, sir," She explained softly, holding up the cup and starting for his desk. "Is... Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?"

The room already made her nervous. Not because of what she had been told may take place behind these closed doors, but because of the whole feeling inside it at the moment. Uncomfortable. Awkward. She felt like something, anything, needed to be done about this. But... She couldn't do it.

Instead, she looked up at him, slowly, trying to find a way to break the tension found in here.

 

[deevo]

Brian tapped his fingers against the desk while he waited for her to arrive. It seemed to take forever - how long does she need to make one cup of coffee?, he thought. But in truth, it was his own apprehension that seemed to make time slow. He could feel his heart beating loudly in his chest and wiped some sweat from his brow. Had to play it cool. Had to be in control.

He didn't have to do it, after all. He could just take the coffee, thank her and get back to work. But what would his father say? Jeremy wouldn't have to say anything; his look was worth a thousand disappointed words. Brian slumped in his seat and frowned. Could it really have a bad effect on his career, if he didn't play along with this? Did his dad really think this side of Brian existed? Maybe it was wishful thinking on Jeremy's part, hoping that there was at least one chip off the old block.

Or was it more than wishful thinking? What if Brian did have it in him? Only one way to find out...

Anna stepped quietly into the room and Brian straightened up in his chair. She looked as nervous as he did, but she was doing her best to hide it. She was looking at him and Brian thought he could see something in her eyes. Like... pleading, he supposed. The tension was thick. He found it hard to breathe, let alone speak.

"Anything else? Uh..." he wondered how to put this, how to phrase the request. Wait, it wasn't supposed to be a request, was it? It was a command, right? be direct, be in control. Yes, that was it.

Oh God, she was still looking at him! Brian cleared his throat and made a concerted effort to keep his voice neutral.

"Yes, Ms. Davis, there is something," he said. "I would like... by which I mean, I want you... to pull down your panties and lift up your skirt."

He wanted to sigh with relief, but didn't think that would be appropriate. He'd done it!

Jesus, what had he done? In an effort to stay casual, he reached forward and picked up the coffee, taking a sip.

"This is nice," he muttered, wondering all the while how long it would be before she flung the mug in his face.

 

[Faux_Pas]

She straightened hopefully as he spoke up, hesitant words he seemed so cautious to let out. Was he testing her? The neutral tone he used made her question slightly on this- not that she was questioning HIM in any form, certainly- that was simply unimaginable... She knew quite well what his father was capable of, and was very sure that the same could rest within the man before her.

Somewhere.
Just... Far more hidden down.

His full request managed to come through, Anna's eyes widening slightly as he simply took up his coffee and barely looked at her. God, he was almost as cold as his father the night before his offer... A glance at his cup, however, revealed a slight tremble in his wrist. Was he nervous too?

Anna stepped back from the desk slightly; one foot, then the other, taking a deep breath as she gave herself more room from the large furnishing. Nothing said, simply watching him for a moment, the way he moved behind that desk so quietly.

She stooped just slightly, enough to reach a hand beneath her short skirt, fingers grabbing the hem of her panties and tugging them down, then the other side. Wriggling them lower with a little shift of her hips in the process, the black fabric was soon at her ankles. Simply stepping out of them then, she plucked them up and set them at the edge of his desk, finally taking the edge of her skirt in hand as well. Lifting it up, pressing the fistful of cloth against her pelvis, revealing to him the nearly trimmed small patch of chestnut pubic hair resting above her mound. "If you prefer how your father suggested, sir... I can fetch a razor." Her voice was still soft, her gaze stealing another glance at his face.

 

[deevo]

The silence was overwhelming, yet Brian couldn't bring himself to break it. He felt that to do so would be to irreparably damaged whatever relationship - professional or otherwise - he hoped to develop with Anna. She was a good secretary; was this really necessary?

But any thoughts whatsoever went out the window as he watched her calmly reach under her skirt and slip her panties down. When his mind finally adjusted to the scene in front of him, Brian's first though was, She's actually doing it!

Followed by a second, similar thought: I told her to do it and she did.

In any other office in the country - in the world - Brian's next phone call would be from Anna's lawyer. But here her could sit behind a big desk and tell his secretary to expose herself and she would. What was he supposed to make of that? How did it work here? How did it help the company? Was this some kind of X-rated trust exercise?

He inhaled and exhaled slowly when she finally raised her skirt high enough to reveal the soft curls between her legs. She was perfectly groomed, Brian thought. Had she made sure of that for her first day on the job? For her first day with him?

He was staring, yet he couldn't find the discipline to look away. Didn't his father mention discipline? Jeremy was referring to Anna's, of course, but Brian wondered if that didn't go both ways? He finally realised she had spoken and offered to get a razor.

"Oh," he finally muttered. "No. No, that won't be necessary. It's... fine as is." In truth, it was perfect, at least it was from this distance. He felt himself stiffen, but that was only a natural response to seeing your beautiful secretary's naked pussy. He took another sip of his coffee in an effort to think of other things and finally sat back in his chair.

"Thank you, Miss Davis," he said quietly. "That will be all. You can go back to your station."

Yes, Miss Davis, go back to your desk, because I've got a hard-on growing under my desk, he thought. Discipline, Brian. Self-discipline.

 

[Faux_Pas]

The compliment brought a faint smile to Anna's lips. It... was a compliment, wasn't it? It seemed one. She hesitantly glanced back down to her hands, then back to the man before her, watching as he took a new sip of his coffee. She must have done well there, too. No comments, no complaints. Letting go of the skirt, she let it fall back over her thighs, continuing to watch him with glances that never stayed still. To him. To the desk. To the floor, the drawn windows.

A quick nod was given as he excused her from the office, simply turning away from the desk and heading for the thick doors that led back ot her own seating. The panties were left upon the edge of his desk, a crumpled pile of black cotton that she had no intention of picking back up. He had asked her to remove them, to show what was hidden beneath. She would stay that way for him.

The doors pulled open, then closed behind her, another glance given as she paused in the effort. "Please, sir. Don't hesitate to call for me if anything further that may require my services comes to mind...," She called softly, the doors clicking closed as she drew them completely shut.

Returning to her own desk, she drew a deep breath, clearing her throat as she settled into her seat. The feel of the skirt's silk lining against her now bare ass was a bit shiver-enducing, Anna wriggling a touch on the padded chair and trying to ignore it. There was still that research project he had emailed that needed to be finished. She should focus on that, not...

...Not the way he had been looking at her... The stare he had given her, the way he too had shifted behind his own desk...

She had to have done something correct. Something that he had enjoyed- simply removing her panties had done that much for him? She paused in her typing, glancing at his door for a brief moment, wondering about the man she had left alone in there.

Back to work. Back to work. Need to focus on back to work.

Shaking her head, she returned to the computer, trying to keep everything else out of her mind.

 

[deevo]

As soon as the door closed, Brian finally exhaled the breath he'd been holding. He couldn't resist watching her hips sway gently as she left, knowing that her ass was hidden only by the flimsy material of her skirt. He felt a little regret for not getting a look at that seemingly wonderful butt before she left, but he thought it might come across as a little crass or desperate to make her stop and lift her skirt again.

Brian knew she would do it, if he asked. But that would have undermined what he was trying to do. His father had told him to take control. Having Anna come in, drop her panties and leave again had given him a remarkable sense of power that he'd rarely felt before. But it was still early in this... business relationship. He didn't want to overdo things just yet. He wanted to prove he could practice the same kind of discipline he saw in his father.

Oh, Jeremy got around, of that there was no doubt - and since Brian's mother had neither divorced him nor drowned herself in bourbon, there was a good chance she'd done the same. But his father still woke up at 6:00am every morning, still exercised daily, still practiced business with common sense and a keen eye for a person's character. For Brian, who often felt lost in life, it was something to aspire to. Was this part of the process?

She had left her panties on the corner of the desk. Brian hadn't told her to, but he was glad she had. However, he doubted it was simple forgetfulness. Anna's last words to him had spoken volumes; she was well aware of her situation and, in all honesty, was still in the driver's seat.

He told himself he would complete his next project before looking at them again. First an e-mail to his father with two words: "Natural redhead." This earned him a smiley face in response, which made Brian grin - he didn't think of his father as the type to use smiley faces, but then he probably saw it as the fastest and most efficient form of communication. Then back to work. He drained the cup of coffee and tried his hardest not to think about the black panties on the corner of his desk. But they were there, always at the edge of his peripheral vision. He rushed through whatever report had been sent his way and sat back in his seat.

He felt like a pervert. But she'd clearly left them there for him.

He picked them up.

They were nothing special, just black cotton panties, but a girl like Anna Davis could make them something special. He put them to his face and inhaled her scent. That scent a rush of blood to his head - both his heads. He stared at the panties in his hand. They were like a gift, a sign of her willingness to follow his lead and his rules.

His eyes turned to the black box on his desk, still unopened. He looked up at the clock; almost 5:00. He turned on the intercom.

"Miss Davis," he said, slipping the panties into a drawer. "Come in here. I have something for you."

 

[Faux_Pas]

He was so quiet in there.

It started to worry Anna. Maybe leaving those behind had been a bad decision. But he hadn't told her ot take them- she was afraid that it was another test, to see how well she would listen ot instructions. She thought she had done well, but now...

She tried not to focus on it, instead continuing with her project, though those squirming motions in her chair refused to cease. The way he had looked at her the whole time was something she simply couldn't get past. That stare.

There was nothing to it.
He was trying to look right past her, right into her, wasn't he?

A tiny whimper left her lips at that, shivering once more. That type of stare... That type of look... The way he spoke to her.

It was both so... interesting...
...but also had a secondary side to it that she wasn't sure about.

All the questions he had asked.
How he wondered about her finding the job.

It made her wonder in return.
Just... how much.. did he know on all this?

Her intercom crackle dot life once again, causing her attention to shift from the bareness of her skin against her skirt to the sound of his voice.

Rising from her desk, readjusting the skirt as she walked, she returned to his office with a slight opening of his doors and slipping inside. "Yes, Mister Lasseter?"

The day was almost over.
So far, he hadn't asked her to leave. Merely from his office, back to her own desk. HER own desk. That was a good sign there, right? Something for her- that could mean just about anything at this point. Oh no, he wasn't upset about the panties, was he?

She stepped closer to his desk with slow, hesitant movements, trying to gauge from his expression what exactly was going on. Rather hard. He was very good at that nondescript look.

"Was... there something else you needed me to take care of?," she asked softly, a tiny smile coming ot her face.

 

[deevo]

Brian drummed his fingers nervously but stopped as soon as he saw the door open. He wondered if Anna could see through this facade. He was doing his best to keep that mask on, the one of confidence and control, thinking back on all the times his father would look the same way at Brian and at others. It was the face of a man who was sure of himself, almost completely. Brian wondered if Jeremy had the same difficulty at first, or if he still struggled with maintaining the appearance.

He had moved the box to the centre of the desk and his gaze occasionally dropped down to it. He had not opened the box; he didn't think he was supposed to. This was something he was to give Anna, if he decided to keep her on. Therefore, in Brian's opinion, it was hers to open. Her responsibility; after all, he could give her the gift, but Anna didn't have to take it.

He sat up straight as she approached and gave her a smile.

"I wanted to thank you for doing such a good job today," he said. And showing me your pussy; that was also quite wonderful.

He cleared his throat and added, "I think you've proven yourself to be perfect for the job."

She was giving him that little smile again. He wasn't sure what to make of that smile, but when added to her question, the intention seemed clear. Brian had seen enough crap porn to know where this was going.

That morning, less than five minutes after meeting each other for the first time, Anna had tried to give him a blowjob. Now, from what Brian could tell, the offer was still on the table. It was one thing to have her expose herself; it was quite another to have her perform oral sex to cap off her first day.

Wasn't it?

It could still all be a test, he thought. A strange test, but a test nevertheless. Was she going to write a report on him and deliver it to his father at the end of the week? "Perversities and Kinks of Your Oldest Child," or something like that. Brian frowned. Well, if she was trying to push him, he could always push back.

"Yes, there is one more thing you can do," he said, relaxing back into the chair. "Bend over the desk."

Now, Miss Davis, he thought, let's see if I call your bluff.

 

[Faux_Pas]

"Thank you, sir," Anna started softly, trying ot keep her attention more focused on the man before her rather than the little box settled between them. She had heard what that was meant for. Taking a slow deep breath, she pulled that wandering gaze back from it, keeping her smile and watching him instead. His addition on keeping her for the job brought the smile to grow even more, leaving Anna nearly beaming from across the desk.

"Oh, thank you, thank you so much, sir!" Her words were a bit faster this time, thrilled to hear she had done well enough to earn a place in the company.... as well as its curious 'side benefits' for her supervisor. A momentary glance was given to the corner of his desk, noticing that her earlier present left there was gone. her eyes widened slightly at that, looking back just as quickly to him.

His sudden decision on a last effort for the day caused her to straighten up a bit more,
expectant eyes settled upon her new boss as her brows raised. "Oh, of course, then sir! Anything you-"

"Bend over the desk."

"-Oh..." Anna felt her heartbeat increase with that, clearing her throat. That was certainly a way to end the day, wasn't it? "Yes, Mister Lasseter."

Stepping closer still, her hands drifted out across the wooden surface, her pelvis pushing against the edge of the desk as she bent against it. Her knees pressing along the outer back wall, her bottom perched up into the air as her head stayed up enough to look at her new boss briefly. Just long enough to meet his eyes, trying to see what was going on in the mind behind them. Swallowing again, she then lowered her gaze, looking down at the box now settled directly before her. "Like this, sir?," She asked softly, already feeling a trembling in her thighs.

 

[deevo]

Brian had to struggle not to look shocked. His poker face was notoriously bad, but it was very, very important that he not show surprise. Still, he knew his eyes had widened a little.

Because he was surprised. He was shocked. He hadn't actually expected her to do it. Come on, taking off her panties was one thing, but now she was actively bending over, apparently ready and willing for him to have sex with her. She was supposed to say no, to admit that it was all some big set-up. All day, he'd struggled with the idea that what she and his father had told him was true, but now Brian found himself forced to accept that maybe it really was.

He stood up and paced around the desk. It was strange; if he'd met her at a club or in the park and they eventually had sex, he wouldn't feel at all nervous. That was the pattern, after all: meet, date, screw and hopefully not break up - or at least, break up on good terms. But this was something else entirely. He didn't know what to make of a woman who followed his every command. He was aware of a great sense of power; he thought that if he wanted to, he could tell Anna to stay like that all night and she'd do it. But it was a power he was unused to.

Her skirt, which was tight around her hips to begin with, rode up her thighs and pressed against her ass. He stood behind her for a moment, unsure of what to do next. In the end, he decided to sate his curiosity.

"If I said I wanted to have sex with you - if I said I was going to have sex with you - right here and now, you'd be fine that, wouldn't you?" Brian had heard about things like this, but he'd never really paid much heed. His porn collection was remarkably vanilla and he'd always liked it that way. He frowned and looked over this beautiful woman who was prone on the edge of his desk.

"But why?" he asked?

 

[Faux_Pas]

It was hard to keep still as he stood up from his desk, though was glad to have him finally take some type of motion. Anna had been frightened to try to look up, afraid of having doubts on what he was up to. A big part of her wondered on if he was truly as lost on this as she seemed to catch the glimpses of... or it if was all merely a ruse to get her to let her guard down with him. Take a faltering step and give him reason to deem her unworthy of this position and his attention.

Those were both things that she wanted.

Her fingers ran against the desk as he walked around behind her, closing her eyes as his voice finally sounded out once more. Silence was scary right now. What was it that was on his mind?

But his query gave answer enough to that. The tone of his voice, however, was adding to that questioning of his plan. Was this still a game? Was he testing?

"Sir...," She started softly, her eyes opening just slightly as she looked down at his desk, managing first to simply nod, trying to find words through her nervousness. "Yes- Yes, sir," Finally managed to drift through those parted lips, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips.

...Why?

"Because, sir. It's... It's what you wish. WHat you want. I want what you want, Mister Lasseter. I want to make you pleased with me. I want to help you succeed, and I want to make my place here... and with you. Your father said this position would have benefits, but trials as well. If you wished to fuck me, then I would see that as something falling into both categories. A benefit, and a test. But above all that, a way to show my worth to you, sir."

Talking about it left her shifting now, trying hard to keep her hips from rocking forward, instead forcing herself to take slower breaths and focus. "...This job... This position... Is a combination of the two settings I know, sir. If you wished to have sex with me, here. Right now. It would merely show me how well the two can merge. That you... feel the same way..." She paused, swallowing again, sliding her legs apart just slightly. "Perhaps we can teach other more on both sides of those different settings, sir."

 

[deevo]

She made it sound so casual, like it was just another part of their day. Brian stood behind her, his eyes fixed on her tight, shapely ass. I could pull her skirt up and fuck her right here, he thought, and she'd enjoy it. Hell, she'd want it.

She would want it because he wanted it. Maybe she wanted it more. It struck Brian that, from what he could understand, it was important to Anna that he find her attractive in every way. Not just as an assistant, but as something else, too. Perhaps she was just a very good actress, but there was a need within her and it seemed to him that Anna was doing her best to control that need, just as he was doing now.

He imagined what it would be like to take her and his cock jumped again in his pants. He was being ever drawn into her web. "A benefit and a test," she called it - that's what it would mean to her. Brian knew how she felt. He stepped closer and placed one hand on her hip.

"I do want to fuck you," he finally said, digging deep to find the strength. Was it like this for everyone their first day? Brian wondered if his father... no, don't wonder about anyone. His hands worked as if independent, bunching up her skirt and pushing it over her ass. His fingers traced over the soft, warm flesh of her cheeks and felt his face flush.

"I just want to touch you right now," he said. His voice was hoarse; his throat felt very dry. All the same, he could not stop himself from tracing a path down to the heat between her legs. He teased the lips, already damp. One finger slide between her lips, running up towards her clit to circle and stroke it, then slipping back down to press the tip just inside her. She felt so hot, so very hot...

 

[Faux_Pas]

His hand touched her. Nothing overwhelming, but enough. A touch upon her hip, the feel of his fingertips resting against her, even though the fabric of her skirt. She shivered softly, trying to control herself from sounding out on her need for more. No. She was trying. She had to try.

His words, however- The containment she tried to keep broke with that, a tiny whimper in her throat as she lowered her head slightly. That confession was what she needed to hear. Now all she wanted, needed... was for him to take action on it.

Her skirt rising, driven upwards by his hands, exposing her waiting ass to his touch. The warmth of his hands glided over the curve of her behind, as though mapping out her skin. Another tiny groan left her then, trying to keep herself still on that desk, her heart pounding in her ears as he continued on.

Just touch. All he wanted was to touch? "Sir-," She let slip in the softest of voices, those tiny gasps replaced by a much sharper, louder one as a hand drifted down to find her sex. Gentle, teasing motions at first, as if trying to test the truth to her words and actions based on what he found. Anna groaned softly into the desk as he brought a finger to find her clit, the petting motion against it leaving his secretary shivering.

"God, Mr Lasseter..." Another testing touch, just enough to see and prove her words of need. She felt him. Just a touch, barely parting into her, finding the wetness and warmth desperate for more. "I'm yours now, Sir," She whispered to him, resting her head against his desk as she closed her eyes. "Use me. Use me to make him proud. I swear I'll make you proud of me... I'll do everything, anything. I swear..."

How she managed to get all those words out so softly, so quickly, was beyond her. But they had, flowing out in a tumble from her lips as she held back from rocking against her boss' touch. "Every want and need. Every use you could think of. Please, Mr Lasseter. Let me make you proud of me. Just tell me what to do!" She groaned again, pushing her hips upward to seek his hand against her ass once again, fighting against the desire to push against his finger. "I'm here for you, sir. Not for them. Only for you. All for you."

They wouldn't stop. She couldn't get her words to stop flowing, desperate need guiding them out instead of comprehending thought. "You don't need to fuck me. Touch all you want. Just know that- that it's yours to use, when you want it. Everything and Anything, sir. Everything and anything."

 

[deevo]

Brian watched her reactions carefully, but there was no hesitation nor resistance. He pressed a little deeper, just one finger sliding gently inside her. She was babbling, pledging to do anything. She'd make him proud - and he would make his father proud.

Brian paused. Was he just doing this for his father's sake? He'd had to rely on that phone call to pluck up the courage earlier. Truth be told, he wasn't even thinking about Jeremy when pulled Anna's skirt up. His actions were almost automatic.

He pushed a second finger inside. The heat was radiating off her core as he built up a steady rhythm. He twisted his fingers inside Anna so that he might press his thumb against her clit. His fingers curled and pressed against the roof of her pussy.

His cock strained against his trousers. He wanted to rip his pants off and take her, but he'd promised himself not to. Why, he couldn't rightly say right now.

"How does that feel?" he asked. His free hand caressed her ass while his fingers and thumb worked faster inside and out. "I want to make you cum, Anna. That's what I want from you."

He didn't know where this was all coming from, but he'd have plenty of time to reflect on it later.