Dresscode: Carla: Part I

Carla stared at the letter. She’d been doing work and not gossipping, not when the Men had so many things to do.

She knew the other women were. There’d been a spate of calls to lawyers, but well, it was silly wasn’t it? Trying to get a lawyer to look at their silly little cases, especially since most of the girls had quit.

She licked her lips and pressed her legs together.

Silly girls. Standing up and talking to a bunch of busy, important men.

But now… Carla looked down at the letter. She opened it, shivering, and the news was as bad as she thought.

The company was running short of money. And they’d have to be terminating people. And it wasn’t like you were going to have to terminate a man not when he did most of the work…

Carla licked her lips. What can I do? She had stopped her gossipping and was working hard, doing what she could, and asking the men for help…

Liam had been a new hire, but well, he was smarter, stronger, more serious than she was, so she’d asked him to help her with her work. But… but maybe she could ask him to take over completely. After all, she was good at handling paperwork, so she could…

Be his assistant!

And sure, there’d be a pay cut, but well, that was okay. You paid people for what they did. And Carla would just be working as his…

Assistant.

A surge of warmth filled her at that thought.

And if a man spoke up for her, well, they’d almost certainly keep her! It wasn’t like she was demanding to be there, like she had some right. It was… She pressed her legs together, a blooming warmth growing in her pussy.

It was like a little woman asking—begging to be allowed to stay with a man so he could train her…

Carla closed her eyes and a soft moan of pleasure filled the apartment. She had a vision of her working, head down, submissively waiting for a growl from the inner office—the office that had once been hers, but that was silly. She’d never really done much for the company…. Not like a man would.

Not like a strong man would. All the stuck up women at work, now keeping their heads down, not meeting the men’s eyes, not wasting their time…

But she had to… Had to look good.

Had to look good. Be good eye candy. Do what her man needed her to do…

Carla squatted down in her apartment, eyes closed. She was panting. She needed… She didn’t know why. It had just been a new dress code, but now everything was different. Everything was up to those big… strong… men.

She reached under her skirt, one finger running along her already wet panties, rubbing her slit. At the touch, she moaned, closing her eyes and throwing her head back. She could imagine doing this at work, one hand working on her paperwork the other getting herself ready, or just thinking about what was happening behind closed doors, as all the stuck-up executives who had been so arrogant were being trained by the men who had been their interns and subordinates. A woman who was understanding that she had to be a good girl, bent over a table, panties pulled down, skirt pulled up, her jugs pressing into the cool wood surface as a man rubbed her slit with his cock.

Not wasting their time with silly orders and memos, not thinking that she was in charge. No, she was waiting, her ass raised, hoping that her man would approve of her. After all, it wasn’t just the dress code anymore. It was the behavior code.

She could imagine them, bending over, presenting themselves, telling themselves that they were just doing this to stay working but knowing, really, that they needed to surrender to their man. Needed to be his. His little office girl, his… office slut.

Bending over, waiting to see if he approved…

She slipped her fingers under her panties, the skin hot under them. Carla moaned in delight. They’d pat them on their ass, let them know that they were good girls, who had done what they were supposed to. That they would obey their man…. And he’d reward them ,pressing his cock into their wet pussy, letting them know that they’d be filled up, filled up with their man’s semen, their boss’s semen, maybe even knocked up and sent home to cook and clean…

She slipped her fingers into her pussy, the warm folds clenching against her digits while she rubbed her clit with her thumb. She brought her free hand to her mouth, sucking on her fingers, wondering what it would be like when she was being rewarded by her man as he patted her on the head, and let her kiss and suck his…

The orgasm struck almost without warning, barely giving Carla a chance to bite on her hand, muffling her scream as she fell over on her side, her pussy clenching around her fingers and just gushing with fluids. Her body spasmed, feeling like she’d been struck by lighting. The feeling passed, leaving her on the floor… Just staring up at the ceiling with a dreamy expression on her face.

But I gotta do something else. Carla knew her boss liked tits, and she wasn’t super well equipped in that area but… She rolled to her feet, and looked at the letter.

There was a list of places to help them fit in with the Dress Code… And one of them was Cosmetic Treatments.

She licked her lips. She didn’t know what it would cost, but who cared. She could max out her credit card.

After all, it was all in the service of being a good little office girl…

 TBC