Dress Code, Gretchen: Ending

“I’ve gone over your work, Gretchen,” Carl said, he shook his head. “I thought I was supposed to learn from you on what to do, not what not to do.”

“I—“

“I’m still speaking, Gretchen.”

Gretchen’s mouth snapped shut. She involuntarily put her hands on her ass and arched her back, showing off her heavy orbs.

“Are you trying to use your body?” his voice was calm. “I thought that you didn’t need to do that, but from what I saw of your school records…”

“I—I did most of my work, sir, I really did!”

“When you weren’t using your body to get around what you needed to do,” Carl said. His voice was powerful, dominating.

Showing Gretchen what her place was.

She squirmed at the way he looked at her, his gaze firmly disappointed in how a girl had failed in her duties.

“Now, because of your falshoods in your records, the way you created grades that really weren’t what you deserved, some considered terminating you.”

“I—please!” Gretchen’s voice rose to a whine. After what she’d done came up, nobody would hire her, even if they were going to hire a woman, period. After all, this wasn’t the only business with a new dresscode and new… policies.

And men were always better workers than women. Gretchen understood that now. More serious. Less gossippy.

“What can I… what can I do, sir?” She meant it now. A woman like her needed to show respect to a male worker, to someone who was more important, better… Her superior…

Her panties were dripping, now, and she wanted to just bend down and beg him to take her, right then and there.

She bet that VP was doing that right now, bending over, pulling her thong down, desperately begging a man to take her, make her his office slut.

“Well, as the new department head, I have some authority to handle you.” He smiled, and Gretchen shivered in delight at his look. “And you can stay on, as an intern, an unpaid intern.”

Gretchen’s hopes crashed. She’d be serving him coffee, taking dictation, walking at his beck and call…

It was actually hot, but…

“Sir,” she said, her voice a girlish whine. “I can’t, like afford my apartment!”

“Well, that’s a problem. I hope you don’t expect us to just ignore this.”

“N-no, sir, but please!” Gretchen shivered, and somehow, having to leave because she’d have to go back to her little town was more terrible than anything because…

Because working for Carl as an intern, letting everyone look at her, as she wiggled down the hallway the new Dress code letting every man look at her… She bit her lip.

“There is one thing I could do…”

“Anything, sir!”

“I have an apartment that needs a maid and cook, can you cook and clean.”

“I—I can learn! I can learn fast sir!”

“Then you can stay there, for room and board, as long as you’re a good girl, and I might give you an allowance. For clothes and magazines…” He chuckled. “Appropriate magazines.”

“Y—yes sir!” Gretchen said. She fell to her knees and looked up at him. “I’ll be the best maid you’ve ever had!”

“Good, girl. Now get up to the intern’s desk and move all of your stuff out of my desk. I have some things to do.”

“Yessir!” Gretchen scrambled to her feat and headed for Carl’s office.

On the way, she paused by one of the break rooms.

The Vice President was there, with her secretary. He had his former boss bent over a table, her panties pulled down as he slowly thrust into her.

“And you’re going to be a good girl, from now on!” he said.

“Y-yes, sir! I’ll be good!”

“And what are you?”

“Y-your secretary, sir! Your big-titted secretary bimbo!” She squealed in delight, as he slammed his cock into her.

“Good. Also, dump all of your birth control. It’s time we got you on Mommy Track.”

“Y-yes, yes sir!”

Gretchen felt jealous as she passed. Why wasn’t she on Mommy Track?

But she had work to do.

*****

Epilogue

Gretchen finished sweeping and bounced across the room to make certain the food was ready. Carl liked to take an early meal when he was home from work. That was why she came home early, but well, Carl did all the hard work. Gretchen just made certain the paperwork was done.

She checked the soup and smiled. All those home cooking books she’d bought with her allowance had paid off. And not just that… she patted her body as she book off the kitchen apron, her maid’s uniform gleaming in the light. She adjusted her headdress, and then, as she heard the sound of someone coming up the stairs, ran to the door, kneeling before it, licking her lips.

The door opened, and there was Carl. He looked down at her, as she looked up, nipples stiffening as she looked over her man.

“Is lunch ready?”

“Yes, sir…” Gretchen said.

“Good, girl, now go set the table.” He patted her on her head. “I’ll have a reward for you, after lunch.”

Gretchen knew what that was. He’d fuck her, making her scream, but then you heard screams from other apartments. She wasn’t the only woman who spent the day getting ready for her man… And then she’d gossip with the rest in the laundry room.

Not that it would matter. Carl was the best, and Gretchen was so happy he’d allowed her to be his intern, maid and fuck toy.

But there was no time for woolgathering. Gretchen hopped up and headed for the kitchen to get her man’s food.

End Dress Code: Gretchen.