HR Changes 3: Staff Changes and Demotions

Nancy got out of her car, looking around. She was nervous. It was…

Like she needed someone. She’d heard Mr. Stanford’s announcement, and it’d reminded her of how important it was to listen to him. To understand her place. After all, what kind of woman could stand over a man like that?

She shivered, once again feeling her pussy grow warm. Nobody was around, so she reached under her microskirt, and lightly ran a finger over her mons. Her moan was whipped away by the morning wind and suddenly Nancy realized something.

If she kept playing around out here, she would be late.

She couldn’t be late.

Because her place in the workplace… wasn’t about being late. She had to conform to all the new policies and Mr. Stanford’s… Desires. Nancy licked her lips at that last thought. She wondered what his desires would be.

But she had to be a good worker. With that, Nancy headed into the building.

The first thing she noticed was how quiet it was. The girls were sitting at their cubicles, focusing on their work. Their short miniskirts showed off their thighs and legs, while the tight tops called out the swell of their breasts.

That hadn’t been required, but Nancy understood that Mr. Stanford needed them to look their best…

If a man came in.

She pressed her legs together, wondering how it would feel to be there working, when a man was looking over them, his eyes roaming over their bodies, to see if they understood their duties…

Their place in the workplace.

Nancy bit her lip and then hurried to her office.

It wouldn’t do to be late.

It wouldn’t do to be a bad worker.

It wouldn’t do to be a bad girl…

She glanced at the wall as she walked to her office. There was a poster, with a man’s silhouette on it.

REMEMBER PROPER WORKPLACE BEHAVIOR was printed under it, like the man was looking out at her, evaluating her. Evaluating the office. Nancy glanced back and saw that when Charlene, the gossip of the office, moved to get up, her fat jugs shifting under her tight shirt, she looked at the poster.

She blushed, sat down, and started typing. As Nancy watched, Charlene started clicking on her computer, then she finished the file. Early. Normally Charlene took all day to get something done, what with her trips to “talk about stuff” with other workers.

Nancy had never been able to shut her down, but Mr. Stanford had done it in a single day.

Then Charlene clicked on the computer, patting her earphones with one hand when…

An X-rated video appeared. A woman, kneeling, in front of a seated man. She couldn’t see who he was, the camera angle was wrong, but his cock was obvious as the woman, topless, wearing a tight skirt like the one all the girls in the office wore, bent forward, the man’s hand on her head, rewarding her for being…

A good girl…

Charlene was biting her lip, staring at it, one hand vanishing under her skirt. She was…

Nancy licked her lips. Charlene had finished her work.

And now… She was being rewarded, for being a goodgirl. Nancy turned to head to her office. She would tell Mr. Stanford, and see if he was upset. But she couldn’t be late.

****

When she got to her office, the first thing Nancy noticed was that her secretary wasn’t there.

Where the fuck is Darcy? Was she late? Right now? When Mr. Stanford was here? The fucking bitch! She’d fire—her thoughts shuddered to a halt as she opened the door. Mr. Stanford was in there. Sitting behind her desk. Going through her things, piled on top of the desk. Standing next to him was Darcy, her microskirt showing off everything, just as the tight shirt with some of the buttons undone showed off her cleavage.

“What—“

“Good, Nancy, I’m happy you weren’t late. It shows that you’re a good girl.”

A shiver ran through Nancy, whatever words she’d been about to say vanishing. He was right. She’d made it on time.

“I… what’s happening…” Nancy asked.

“Well, you are having some difficulty in controlling the staff,” Mr. Stanford said. “I’ve tried to overlook it, but it’s a problem.”

Nancy shivered, looking at her desk. It was a problem. She’d made a problem for Mr. Stanford.

“I…” Nancy shuddered. “I’m sorry.”

“But sorry doesn’t fix things.”

No. Being sorry didn’t. She bit her lip, trying to fight against the incipient tears. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

She was.

“Don’t worry. You just need to remember your place in the work place.”

“I…” Nancy didn’t understand. “I can…”

“Maybe we should cut down your duties. They are hard aren’t they?”

Yes, the way Mindy kept being a bitch about Mr. Stanford’s new policies…

“They are…”

“So maybe you weren’t suited for this. Management is hard, isn’t it?”

“Ye…yes, sir.”

“Good. Then I agree. You can start your new position today.”

“I—sir?”

“Darcie is wasted here. She will be working the front desk because she’s a good girl who will show the men who come in what needs to be done.”

“But… where will I work?” Nancy said, her voice quavering.

“As my secretary. After all, it’s a good job, isn’t it, working under me?”

Working under him. Nancy looked at his strong form, and wondered how it would feel…

“Yes, sir. I’ll be happy working under you.”

“Good. Darcy, show her what needs to be done, and then you can go and set up your desk.”

“Yes, sir. “

“Sir, what about Mindy?” Nancy asked, then she looked down, unable to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry, I just…”

“It’s good. My secretary needs to understand the changes in the workplace. Even if she has to make changes.”

Nancy nodded, tugging her skirt. It was a little… long. She would have to get another one.

“Mindy is running the snack cart. After all, a lunch break seems to be unwise, given how much work there is. Don’t you agree?”

But Mindy has an MBA…. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Darcy, show Nancy her new job.”

“Yes, Mr. Stanford.” Darcy smiled. “Come on, Nancy,” she said, her voice not deferential at all. “I don’t have all day.”

Nancy followed her.

****

Once outside, Darcy gestured at her desk.

Nancy’s desk now.

“You’ve bitched at me enough times, so remember that you need to take Mr. Stanford’s calls as they come in, no matter how busy they are. Understand me?”

“I’m…”

“What, you got that piece of paper? Mindy had one, and she’s the cart-bitch now.” Darcy licked her lips. “Mr. Stanford sees what I have…” With that, she quickly cupped her breasts, showing off the fact that they were larger than Nancy’s.

Not that much larger, you bitch. And I’m the one he chose to be his secretary. You may have the front door, but I’m hisgirl!

He didn’t need a manager, he needed a good secretary, someone who would do the paperwork and fetch and carry for him and maybe…

Even more. If she was a good worker.

Nancy licked her lips.

“Well, whatever. It’s time for me to go and show off what the company is really like,” Darcy said as she undid one of the buttons on her shirt, the swell of her tits a little more exposed. “Enjoy being just another one of us office bitches, Nancy.”

Slut. I will. Because she’d show them all. Because if men came in the door, they might look at Darcy, but they’d talk to Nancy.

She got to work arranging the paperwork, making certain everything was okey. Mr. Stanford had set up some security feeds to the terminal, so she glanced at both floors.

The girls were working, bent down, some of them taking a break, watching videos where men showed their women just what they could do. Most of them had one hand under their skirts, rubbing themselves.

But none of them screamed or disturbed the office. Nancy was proud. They understood that it wasn’t their place to make noise in the workplace.

She kept to the work, checking invoices.

Darcy was a bitch. Nancy would be just as good a secretary as she was. Who cared if her tits were a little bigger. Mr. Stanford didn’t.

Then the intercom beeped.

“Yes, Mr. Stanford?” she asked.

“Nancy, I forgot to tell you. Judy decided to leave most of the company’s affairs in my hands. I’ll be talking to her, and we can let her sit in her office, but there’s no need to trouble her with any decisions. After all… It can be hard for someone like her to make decisions.”

“Yes, sir!” Nancy said. Then he clicked off, like a proper manager would and, and Nancy went back to her duties. She wondered what Judy was doing, sitting in her office, nobody to ogle her big jugs, just…

Waiting.

Because it was hard to make decisions. Not unless you had someone powerful, someone like Mr. Stanford, to show you what had to be done. Judy was probably up there, waiting, patiently. Obediently…”

“For someone to tell her her place in the workplace,” Nancy said and then giggled.

Then she was done, and it was…

Should she? There was a new icon. “Break videos.”

She touched the icon, and suddenly, the screen was full of the image, her cute secretary headset sending the words into her ears. Or moans. It was a woman, full-figured, kneeling, in an office, a brightly lit skyline right behind her. A woman…. Her skin was dark, her tits were huge, nipples erect as she took a man’s cock between them, bobbing her head up and down on it.

“Good girl. Good girl,” the man said, his voice powerful. “Remember your place in the workplace…”

“Oh yes…” Nancy whispered. She had a few moments, and she let her free hand fall between her legs, rubbing against her pussy, already hot, already damp… She bit her lip.

Mr. Stanford was working. And it wouldn’t do to interrupt him as she was… Nancy glanced at the file title. Then she giggled. She was working as well.

OFFICE RELATIONS TRAINING VIDEO #1 it read.

And Nancy knew that it was important to pay attentionto any training videos. Softly moaning now and then, eyes fixed on the screen, she kept watching the video.