Dresscode: Carla Part II

Carla walked down the street, following the address. She felt…

Gooey. But in a good way. She’d brought herself off, again and again in the shower, running her fingers over her pussy, just dreaming of going back to work and serving her boss the way he deserved.

Carla licked her lips at the thought. Doing paperwork, waiting on him, standing by him like a good girl did.

And maybe getting under his desk, looking up as she unzipped his fly, kissing that thick cockhead…

Carla had peeked once or twice when he’d sat down and saw how his cock was outlined against his clothing.

Beautiful cock, lovely cock…

She wished she had the kind of tits that she could give him a tit-fuck.

Carla hadn’t ever worried about that before, but now, in addition to realizing that well, a gossip like her just needed to understand and do what her man wanted, that it was important be a good girl for her man…

Well you wanted to be the kind of woman a man would like. Because the ones that didn’t care, they’d be the ones that got downsized. And Carla wasn’t going to be downsized even if that meant she had to be upsized. 

Carla giggled at that, adjusting her tight top and looking up at the sign.

This was the right place. She’d looked at it on the map app, and there had been a dowdy sign: Dodgeson Medical Clinic.

Now it was much cuter! There were pink letters and hearts on the sign and it read:

LOVELY DAYS COSMETIC CENTER!

Underneath it were more words.

Helping you be the girl your man desires.

She licked her lips and went in.

The waiting room was crowded. There were some women in there, who looked like they were employed, like Carla, looking timidly around as they looked down at tables loaded with bright fashion magazines, showing off women bending over, posing, looking like they were hoping that some man would notice them.

“I gotta do something to get noticed…”

“You’re not going to do it with those clothes… c’mon, you need to dress down…” Two executives were talking, one in some boring business dress, the other one wearing a miniskirt and tight top.

“I mean, they’ve been talking about downsizing my VP position, and I…”

The conversation drifted away, the two girls desperately planning what they could do.

Carla wanted to go over and tell them that they were going about it the wrong way. It wasn’t about keeping their silly positions, because what man would care about that? It was about understanding that it was up to the men, that they had to be sexy, eager office girls, instead of always trying to tell people what to do.

VP? Maybe VP of blow jobs…

Some college students were talking to each other.

“My adviser told me that a business degree was a bad idea. She was totally… different.”

“Uh-huh. My finance prof is having a new workshop, where we all just let the guys make our decision for us. I was thinking about, you know… complaining… but…”

“…It’s kinda hot?”

“Yeah. I mean, my boyfriend told me he’ll do it, and now he gives me an allowance… if I’m good.” Several giggles answered her words.

“June’s still in chem, right?”

“Uh-huh, but she’s looking for a guy. Her prof said that she could do chemistry, but needs a man ‘cause women just aren’t good with money…”

“Well, I hope this doctor can help us. No guy is gonna look twice at someone who doesn’t have a rack!”

Smiling, Carla walked past them. They had the right idea. She went up to the secretary, a woman with curly blond hair, and a huge rack that was barely held in by her haltertop, the same way her generous ass was struggling to free itself from her shorts.

Behind her was a sign.

“Office Manager, Stacy Grim.” And under it was a picture, showing a frumpy blond woman in a black dress. The only thing that was the same was her curly hair.

“Hi!” Carla said. “I’m um, like here for an appointment?”

“Oh, like totally!” she said. “I’m um… Oh, I forgot, what’s your name!”

“Carla.”

“That’s a cute name. Guys totally like Asians, especially with a rack!” She fumbled with her computer, then finally nodded. “Uh-huh, someone signed you up!”

“They did?” Carla had come here, because well, she wanted to look good, but who had known…

She giggled. The men did. Of course they knew that she’d wanna look really good for them.

“Like, I can book you now but I gotta get permission to log the file…” She paused. “Mr. Stanly?”

A man came walking out from the back, zipping up his fly. Behind him, as the door closed, Carla caught a glimpse of a woman on her knees.

“What is it, Stacy?” he asked, and Carla felt like she was about to melt. The way he looked at her the way he filled the room. There were women here, but he was the only man.

“Um, Carla here has an appointment. For you know, the works.”

“Very good. Stacy, Hank’s on break. You know what to do.”

“Oh, yes, sir!” Stacy got up and headed for the back, her skirt flipping up showing she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Before she vanished, Mr. Stanly gave her  a swift slap on her ass.

She jumped up and giggled. “Oh, Mr. Stanly!”

“She’d have written me up for that, once,” he said. Looking at Carla, he let his eyes roam over her while he typed information into the computer.

Carla didn’t say anything, just waited. After all, he was busy.

“Good,” he said. “You get the works. Now go and sit down and I’ll call you. Also, Carla?”

“Yes sir?” Carla asked.

“We don’t allow the girls in the waiting room to use cell phones. So put yours in there.”

He gestured at a basket. For a moment, Carla hesitated. It was her phone. All of her contacts her information, the internet…

But Mr. Stanly had told her. This was Mr. Stanly’s office.

She was a girl in his office.

And girls did what their men…

Without another word, Carla put the phone in the basket, and walked to her seat, sitting down.

She could read! There was a magazine about office fashion, showing how to anticipate your boss’s wants…

Another talked about the importance of finding a man to handle your finances…

But then Carla looked at a third.

FROM EXECUTIVE VP TO PREGNANT HOUSEWIFE.

Finding Satisfaction Under a Man’s Guidence.

Licking her lips, Carla started to read that story, smiling at the photos.