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The Typewriter
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Barry exited the elevator and walked to his office suite. It was his first day as a vice president of the company. He smiled as he couldn’t wait to enjoy his new office. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the hallway, and he knew his day was off to a good start. As he approached his office door, he heard a faint sound of typing. "Ah, the new secretary," he thought. He had requested someone efficient and detail-oriented, but the HR manager had warned him she was a bit...different.
He pushed the door open to reveal a young woman with thick-rimmed glasses and her hair in a tight bun, typing away at a typewriter that looked like it belonged in a museum. She didn't look up, so engrossed in her work. The office was organized in a way that seemed almost alien to Barry. Everything was in its place, not a paperclip out of line. He cleared his throat to announce his presence. She stopped typing, swiveled her chair around, and looked up. "Good morning, Mr. Grant," she said with a smile. "I'm your new secretary, Penelope."
Her voice was soft, with a hint of an accent he couldn't quite place. She rose to her feet, extending a hand. Barry took it firmly. "Call me Barry," he said. "Pleasure to meet you, Penelope." He noticed the way she blushed slightly at his touch. "Your keep things in good order," he added, trying not to sound too surprised.
Penelope's eyes sparkled with pride as she surveyed the room. "Thank you," she replied. "I find that organization helps keep my mind sharp. It's a bit of a quirk, really." Barry nodded, unable to argue with the evidence of her efficiency. Her desk was a sea of neatly organized files and a single vintage typewriter, a stark contrast to the sleek computer monitors and ergonomic chairs that filled the rest of the office.
“Why the typewriter?” Barry asked, unable to resist his curiosity.
Penelope looked fondly at the machine. “It’s a reminder of a different era. One where assistants like me knew how to serve. Don’t worry though I also have a laptop that’s connected to everything” She glanced back at him, her smile widening. “So… Barry, I placed coffee on your desk as well as your agenda. You have a meeting at ten. Is there anything else you will need today?”
Barry opened his office door, noticing the steaming cup of coffee. “This is great. Thank you, Penelope. I think that’s all I will need from you for now, thank you.” He took a sip of the coffee, savoring the rich aroma. It was just how he liked it—strong with a dash of cream.
“I’m here if you need anything sir… anything.” Penelope’s voice trailed off as Barry settled into his plush chair. He took a moment to appreciate the quiet solitude of his new office, a stark contrast to the bustling open-plan layout of his previous workspaces. The digital clock on the wall ticked away the seconds with a rhythmic steadiness, and the low hum of the air conditioning provided a calming white noise.
Penelope knocked and opened the door. “Sir, I just wanted to check if you need any more coffee or perhaps some water?” she asked, peering into the office.
Barry looked up from his paperwork, surprised to find that almost an hour had passed. “Ah, no, I’m good, thank you, Penelope. You know, you really don’t have to be so formal. I appreciate your attentiveness, but we’re in the 21st century now. You can just call me Barry, okay?”
“I’m here to serve you in every way. You seem tense… maybe a blowjob will relax you?” Penelope suggested nonchalantly, her eyes glinting with something that definitely wasn’t just a hint of efficiency anymore.
Barry’s eyes widened, his hand freezing mid-sip. “Penelope, I don’t think that’s quite what the job description entailed,” he replied, trying to keep his voice calm and professional. She frowned slightly, her expression a mix of confusion and determination.
“Sir, let me help you relax. It’s what I’m here for. Besides, you’re the boss, aren’t you?” Penelope’s smile was both innocent and knowing, a disarming combination that left Barry momentarily speechless. She took a step closer, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor.
Barry set down his coffee, his heart racing. “Look, Penelope, I appreciate the offer, but we really should stick to professional boundaries. That’s all.”
Penelope tilted her head, her gaze unwavering. “But, Mr. Grant, isn’t it a universal truth that a happy boss is a productive boss? And what better way to ensure your happiness than by offering my...personal assistance?”
The willingness of this innocent looking woman to serve him in such a blatant way was both unexpected and exhilarating. Barry felt his cheeks flush and his heart race, his thoughts a jumble of confusion and desire. The office suddenly felt much warmer, the air thick with an unspoken tension. “I know I’m not much to look at right now but I’m still very good at my job sir.”
Penelope’s eyes searched his, looking for any sign of consent. The silence grew heavier, the ticking of the clock echoing in his ears like a drumbeat. Despite his better judgment, Barry felt his body responding to her offer, his mind racing with the tantalizing images of what she might do to him.
“Mmmm let me take care of you, Barry. It’s what I’m here for. To serve you, in every way possible,” Penelope whispered, taking another step closer. She reached out and gently touched his tie, her fingertips brushing against the fabric as if to test his response.
Barry swallowed hard, his mind torn between the thrill of the moment and the reality of the situation. He knew he should assert his authority and maintain a professional distance, but the heat in her gaze was impossible to ignore. His hand trembled slightly as he reached up to cover hers. “Penelope, are you sure?” he managed to ask, his voice husky.
Her smile grew, a playful glint in her eye. “More than sure, Barry. I’ve studied every aspect of your life, from your work habits to your personal preferences. I know exactly how to make you feel...comfortable.” She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. “Trust me, I’ll take care of everything.”
Barry’s resolve crumbled like a cookie in a vice grip. He nodded, his pulse quickening. Penelope’s hand slid from his tie to the top button of his shirt, deftly unbuttoning it. He felt the fabric part and the cool air of the office kiss his chest. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, yet firm. It was as if she had done this a hundred times before, which, for a moment, made him wonder about her past.
“I want you to imagine your ideal secretary Barry. Let me make your fantasy come true.” Her words were a whispered promise that sent a shiver down his spine. He nodded again, unable to form coherent thoughts as she continued her delicate assault on his shirt.
He closed his eyes and pictured a sexy secretary. One that he would not be able to resist. Barry quickly opened his eyes as he heard Penelope moan. He saw her sit back on his desk as she opened her legs. “Yes!! Let me make your fantasies come true!” she exclaimed, her voice now dripping with desire.
Her glasses slipped down her nose, and she took them off, revealing deep, smoky eyes that seemed to see right through him. The bun in her hair loosened, and her hair cascaded down her back. She began to unbutton her blouse, one button at a time, revealing a lacy bra.
Barry couldn’t believe his eyes. Penelope transformed into his ideal secretary. The pencil skirt was tight and hugged her new curves. The kitten heels had become elegant black Mary Jane’s. Her flat chest had blossomed into a bountiful bosom. He watched, transfixed, as she revealed her new self. The fabric of her skirt slid down her legs, revealing stockings that looked like silk.
“Oh Fuck!” Barry exclaimed, unable to hold back his astonishment. His professional demeanor had evaporated in the face of this shocking transformation. “Mmm I told you I was here to serve.” Penelope smirked, her new voluptuous figure swaying as she approached him. She bent down, her breasts spilling out of the lacy confines of her bra, and began to unbuckle his belt.
“What about my meeting?” Barry sputtered, his voice a mix of excitement and concern. “Sir, don’t worry you’ll be right on time. I’m a professional.”
30 minutes later Barry walked into the executive boardroom with a massive smile. The anxiety he had before was literally sucked out of him. The president entered and could see his newly appointed VP alert and ready to work.
“Barry looks like you are settling in to the new position.”
“Oh yes sir! I’m excited to help this company reach new levels.”
“Excellent! How about your assistant Penelope? She came highly recommended from the ‘Agency’”
“Sir she is a dream come true.”
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