ABBY & THE CEO 6: ANOTHER FIRST DAY

ABBY & THE CEO

CHAPTER 6: ANOTHER FIRST DAY

I was in the office early as usual. I was a nervous wreck the rest of Sunday after I left the Cornell’s home and the full implications of what had occurred over that weekend sunk in. I continued to speculate on the implications of spending two nights with them and being a willing and eager sexual partner to the couple. But what dominated my mind and kept me on edge was being chosen as the Personal Assistant to Mr. Cornell. The other two candidates, candidates who had put their names in for consideration (unlike me) each had more experience with the company and highly thought of. The man had been in the group for two years while the woman a year and a half. This would have been a good promotion for anyone in the group and I worried about the reaction of getting it when I didn’t apply for it.

I saw through the glass doors that several men were milling around by the executive offices as the elevator doors opened. As I stepped from the elevator, I caught some movement to the right and was surprised to find Ms. Benson, the Director of our group, standing before a stall as she calmly removed her blouse. She glanced over, spotted me, and smiled with a nod of greeting. I turned to the left as had become my habit. Stalls became claimed locations as women tended to use the same one.

I had worn a mini-dress and was slipping it down over my legs and stepping out of it when I saw Ms. Benson walking the hallway toward me, moving past the doors. I wondered if the sight would ever not seem incongruous to me: a nearly naked woman carrying a briefcase bag and purse. She was wearing something different today. Along with the dark heels and thigh-high stockings, she was wearing a cupless bra with thin lace straps circling her C-cup breasts.

“Good morning, ma’am,” I said as I casually reached behind my back to removed my bra. Unconsciously, I rubbed the underside of my breasts. “What brings you into the office so early?”

There was a pause longer than I expected so I looked up as I stepped out of the thong pooled at my feet. She was watching me. “Well, Abby, I don’t know except that Joe wanted all the VP’s and Directors in by 7:30 for a quick meeting.” She looked at her dainty watch on her wrist. I knew it was 7:15 as my routine was now pretty precise as I found the being early was good preparation time for the day and checking messages. I was now naked except for thigh-highs and heels which would be how I would be dressed for the day. I picked up my own satchel and purse, checked the stall to see I had what I needed, and walked with her to the glass doors. Inside, we parted ways. She wished me a good day but she watched me as if she suspected something was up. I wouldn’t be surprised if she suspected Mr. Cornell wanted a meeting to give the VP’s and Directors a heads-up announcement of his choice but I saw no reason why she would suspect it was me. I wound my way through the desks in the open office as she made her way to the outside wall where her enclosed office was. As I came to my desk, I glanced at the corner office to find him standing in the doorway chatting with one of the VP’s, both in well-tailored suits, but diverting his gaze as I looked in his direction. I glanced the other way to see Ms. Benson standing in her doorway watching the very brief exchange. She smiled and nodded. Oops.

I had lost track of the executive meeting or anything else for that matter. I heard and peripherally was aware of the increasing hum of activity in the office the closer it came to being 8:00. I heard Mary’s greeting as she passed by my desk for hers and I responded, then glanced up at her with a smile and did a double take. She was wearing heels but was without stockings. Stockings were all we could wear. I leaned back in my chair and asked her.

She looked embarrassed. “I visited my parents for the weekend. By the time I got back last night, I was too tired to handwash stockings.” She considered me for a moment, then, “You must have a drawer full of stockings. Kneeling on the floor really does a number of stockings and I’m not on my knees even close to as much as you.”

I laughed, “I hear you, girl. I’ve thought about going without them and saving them for certain days but … heck, it’s about all we can wear.” We both laughed. The idea was absurd even after the time I’ve been with the company on this floor.

Then I heard Sara’s voice, “Every woman here feels the same way.” We looked up, wondering how long she had been standing there. “Abby, Pam wants to see us for a moment.” I nodded, shrugged at Mary, rose and followed her. Along the way, she quietly said, “Congratulations. Pam just told me.”

I softly replied back, “You know, already?” She nodded. “I’m worried how the other two will react. I liked them both.”

She pointed to Mr. Cornell’s office, “They were called in to meet with Mr. Cornell right at 8:00. From the looks of it, you don’t need to worry.”

I looked over to the corner office. The other two candidates were leaving his office. They both scanned the large room, spotted me, and both gave me thumbs up. I wondered why they were pleased NOT to get the job? The meeting with Ms. Benson was quick. She wanted to offer her congratulations and to reinforce how unique the opportunity was. Mr. Cornell had never used a personal assistant in the past, favoring to use one of those of the other VP’s. It was clear what the position might be like as a result but it was felt he could be quite demanding and his schedule chaotic. They apparently saw a different man than I have. She and Sara went over my assigned work to identify what work I had to complete. There was one project effort I was too close to finishing to pass on to someone else. I agreed and confirmed I could be done with that in a matter of hours if I focussed on it. Ms. Benson scanned her notes and nodded to Sara to make that work. She would confirm the schedule with Mr. Cornell and he would define the transition schedule. There was to be a formal announcement at 9:00. He wasn’t wasting time, I thought.

Almost like she read her mind, Ms. Benson said, “Funny, after all this time of not having one, it’s like he can’t wait to have you identified and relocated outside his office.” She looked at me quizzically, “All of us on his staff only found out his decision this morning, many of us getting a meeting announcement for early. When did you find out?”

“Friday, ma’am.”

“And you kept it quiet. Something you had to think about, I suppose.” I didn’t tell her I found out surprised Friday night after dinner at his house after his wife pleaded with me to accept.

At 9:00 on the dot, Mr. Cornell strode out into the large room and stood in the center. He had everyone’s attention immediately. He made the announcement, all eyes quickly turned to me as he asked for me to join him. Mary was shocked, “I thought you didn’t apply.” I told her I hadn’t and said we’d talk later.

He handled everything perfectly. He acknowledged the thought that I hadn’t applied and that my name had risen in the search despite that. It was his personal appeal that I had agreed. Well, I thought, your wife’s personal appeal, to be honest. He led me to his office and sat on the edge of his desk. I stood before him. “Are you still okay with this, Abby? Maybe I should have asked you that before the announcement.”

We both laughed. “I’m very sure, sir. I’m excited.”

He nodded and let out a deep breath. “The truth is, Abby, this position isn’t going to be like the one you’ve had but you know that. You were focussed on projects before, this will be a jumble every day like my day is. Some project work, customers happy and not, stock prices and shareholders, the Board of Directors, suppliers, plant functioning, staffing issues … you name it. And, it will change as I pull back from project involvment, much to the relief of those working the projects, I am sure.” He chuckled as a recognition of the issues he has probably caused by his hands-on approach to things. He identified what to expect in the way of working together. Mostly, he didn’t know. We would work it out but tonight, after everyone was out (the nudity thing), my new desk would be setup. It would be larger and more gadgets: laptop for mobility, tablet for even more mobility, smart phone, etc. and all synced (somehow, he said) to his. I was getting the feeling we’d be joined at the hip and he confirmed the feeling. “It hadn’t occurred to me, Abby, but I’m afraid this is going to mean you are getting dressed and undressed several times a day as we go to meetings throughout the building and outside. I didn’t think of that.”

I smiled demurely, “That’s okay, sir. I imagined you might enjoy watching me.” I had the sense we were done. I turned to leave but he called out.

“By the way, Abby … I understand you remaining assignment will be completed this morning?” I nodded. “Good, I’ve let the Senior Staff, VP’s and Directors, know that you’ll be available all afternoon.”

I turned to him and flushed. All afternoon. “Of course, sir. Whatever I can do.”

Then he smiled, “And, you won’t be getting much work of any kind done tomorrow. I’ve also let the word out that tomorrow you will be available to the entire room.” He watched me carefully. My God … the entire room in one day. That’s like a prolonged gangbang. “We’ll get started then on Wednesday.” A day and a half of fucking. If I had any thought that working directly for him would limit my availability, it was gone. I smiled, though, as I turned to return to my desk. Not that I minded at all.

The afternoon began with lunch at a nice restaurant with the VP’s and Directors with Mr. Cornell. After lunch and after getting undressed for the second time in the day, I re-entered the office and found many eyes on me as everyone understood what this afternoon and tomorrow would entail for me as if it was some form of right-of-passage. I knew, though, nothing like this had happened before.

I glanced around the outside walls of office and found Mr. Peterson signalling me. I knew what that meant and diverted to my desk for the tube of lubrication I had there. Mary watched my approach and pulling the tube from my desk drawer.

She was smiling, “Mr. Peterson?” I nodded. “Girl, you are going to be so sore by tomorrow night.” I just smiled, flipped the tube in my hand, bent over slightly and shook my breasts, and winked. She exclaimed, “You really are such a slut.” She was chuckling. A tease. As I turned to wind my way through the desks to Mr. Peterson’s office, a thought pressed for recognition: she was teasing but … might she be right? I smiled widely. Yeah, it isn’t just the exhibitionism I’ve found I enjoy so much. I just plain like being fucked. Could there be a better job for me?

I rapped on his door jam, “Mr. Peterson, sir? Is there something you need me for?” I coyly asked him.

He simply turned in his chair to the side. It was all the indication I needed. I placed the lubrication on his desktop, walked around the side and knelt at his knees. I unfastened his belt and pants, tugged on his waistband for him to raise his hips and took them past his hips. His semi-hard cock lay on his thigh barely exposed below his shirt tail. I pushed his shirt tail up his stomach and leaned into him, one hand holding his cock up as I licked the underside before taking the head into my mouth. While I sucked and licked his quickly hardening cock, he talked to me.

He ended with, “So glad you got that job. I think you’re the only woman who gives anal, aren’t you?” I nodded. To best of my knowledge, or anyone elses, I was the only one and that was knew she starting at the company. “You being a part of the Executive group might mean I can tap that ass of yours a little more often without feeling guilty.”

I pulled my mouth off his cock. I stroked it as I looked up at him and responded, “Of course, sir. I’m pleased I can provide for your desires.”

He smiled, then, “And speaking of desires …”

I turned to reach for the lubrication and smiled back at him when he gave my ass a sharp smack. After lubing myself and him, I stood before him wondering how he wanted to do it this time. He was the one man who I could count on wanting anal and we had done it in a variety positions.