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By Brian Solomons (b.sol@virgin.net)


It all started when I got a new job at the Hathaway Corporation. I'd just graduated and now held a doctorate as well as my first degree. I was pleased with my new position as Head of IT at this large PR company. It had taken me a long time to find a decent job and I had finally come out to Southampton in Connecticut.

It had taken all my savings to set myself with a small flat in downtown Southampton but I was determined to succeed. I was almost fifty and had been divorced for some years. Before my divorce I had lost my job (which is why my wife had divorced me) and I had thought I would never find another my age being against me. Anyway at forty-five I went back to college and some years later, armed with a doctorate, found myself being interviewed by Diane Hathaway, the Head of the Corporation.

Diane Hathaway was in her early thirties and was probably the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. She had long dark hair, wide green almond eyes and a body that no words could do justice to. When she stood and welcomed me at the interview I noticed that her black dress was very short, shorter indeed than those of any of the secretaries I had passed on my journey to her office. Her long, lip-smacking legs were encased in sheer black stockings and her feet thrust into a pair of black highheeled shoes. Her voice was soft and mellow as she introduced herself. She returned to her desk and sadly her legs went out of sight.

The interview seemed to go faultlessly although she had a habit of staring at me that made me uncomfortable, as though she were able to look into my brain and see what made me tick. I was ashamed too, that I had had no money to buy new clothes and had turned up for the interview in a pair of old, rather tight jeans.

As I say I started to get the picture of things on my first day. I was told Diane Hathaway wanted to see when I got in, the first morning. (I ought to mention here that, despite my age, I had always kept myself in pretty good condition, working out at least three times a week.) I had on a brand new suit, bought with an advance on my salary, and was feeling rather pleased with myself as I strode in Diane's office, her secretary having let me in. A large conference table stretched out from her desk and, as Diane was busy on the phone, I nodded to her and sat down by her desk.

Immediately her eyes snapped open at me. She took the phone away from her mouth.

"Did I say you could sit?" Her voice was still soft but there was no mistaking the iron edge.

"N-no," I stammered, frozen to the spot.

"Well get the fuck out of that seat then." I jumped up, my heart beating. Diane returned to her phone conversation. She laughed at something and said:

"Yeah, he's just a new guy." Her conversation became then meaningless. After a few minutes I was becoming a little irritated. She swung her legs onto her desk and twisted her feet as she talked, as if she were looking for blemishes on her shoes, although I couldn't see any. After another ten minutes she put the phone down and looked up at me.

"What are you doing with that suit?"

I was shocked by the tone of anger in her voice.

"I thought as Head of IT I should look the part ."

"Listen, David. Why do you think you got this job? Did you think it was because of your pitiful doctorate? You turned up for the interview in a pair of jeans. Tight jeans. You were the only one who did. Well, I liked the look of your butt. That's why you go the job. You've got a cute butt. I prefer to have older men around too that was another point on your favour. They are often more sensitive to a woman's needs. What a combination an older man with a cute butt. I wasn't going to pass that up. You looked moderately capable so you go the job."

She stood up, came round the desk and faced me. At five foot ten inches she was about my height, in her heels. "It comes down to this Dave. Get rid of that suit and get yourself a pair of jeans. And I mean tight jeans. I want to see your butt nice and clear. You want this job, don't you?"

I nodded mutely not knowing what to say. Of course I wanted this job where would I get another?

"Well get off right now and buy yourself a pair of tight jeans. Report back to me and let me see them. If they're not tight enough you'll be out on your cute little butt. Have you got that?"

I stared at her, my head in a whirl. Suddenly she placed her hand on the front of my trousers, grabbed my balls and held on tightly. I yelped.

"And in case you've got any ideas about yelling 'sexual harassment' I know some bouncers who owe me a favour, so you'll be yelling 'sexual harassment' from a hospital bed, that is when you're able to yell." She removed her hand and pointed to the door. "Now get out and get busy."

I almost ran from her room and once outside stood wondering where to go. I guess I wasn't thinking clearly, I only knew I had to find a jeans shop. Diane's secretary gave me directions. Having found the shop I tried on various jeans, worried that Diane would not find them tight enough. I ended up in a pair I could hardly breathe in but I reckoned they would do the job.

I carried my suit back to office in a plastic bag and stowed in beneath my desk. With my heart beating I turned up outside Diane's office. I had been waiting ten minutes when her door suddenly flew open and she came walking rapidly.

"Debbie," she said to her secretary. "My lunch appointment may go on for longer than I planned. Can you rearrange my two o' clock?" Then she noticed me.

"Well Dave stand up and let me see you." I did as she asked. "Turn around!" she snapped. "Do I have to tell you to do everything?" I spun round feeling horribly embarrassed in front of Debbie. "Well, Dave, you've done alright in those jeans. Make sure you wear those jeans every day. Now tonight," she continued, "there's a reception I have to attend and I thought it would be useful for you to come too. We'll go straight from here so come along to my office at about six. No earlier, not later. Go that?"

I nodded. She didn't seem to care that I might have had another appointment. It was just as well I didn't.

As the afternoon drew on I became increasingly anxious. I needed this job. I wouldn't do anything that would screw it up. If she wanted me to come along to a reception with her I'd go. It shouldn't be so bad she was a beautiful, sexy woman. She knew how to dress, how to talk. What was I worrying about?

I was still trying to convince myself that I was looking forward to the evening when I knocked on her door at six o' clock. Debbie and indeed the rest of the staff had already gone. I opened the door to her office. It was dark except for a light on her desk.

"Come in." Diane was behind her desk studying her papers. She looked up as I entered and smiled. It was a really warm, welcoming smile.

"Hi Dave. I'm almost ready to go. I've already changed. I've just got to get these papers sorted out. Only one thing. I think I scuffed my shoes while I was changing. Would you be a sweetie and give them a clean?" She bent her head down to her papers.

I wasn't sure what to do. I walked round to the side of her desk. I then saw she had changed into a long tightfitting red dress and matching red high-heeled shoes. I couldn't see any polish anywhere. I stood next to her desk confused and panicky.

"What's the problem?" She looked up irritated.

"I can't see any polish," I explained.

"Well, if you can't see any polish you'll have to use something else, won't you?" She waited expectantly but I had no answer. She sighed. "You've got a goddamn tongue, haven't you? Well, use that."

She swung round in her seat and crossed her legs. "I'll make it easy for you. Now get busy."

She obviously meant for me to get down on the floor and lick her shoes clean. I didn't know whether I could do it. But I needed this job.

I sank to the floor and leaned forward until my tongue met the soft leather of her higher show. I started to lick. I could feel the shape of her toes through the shoe. The taste was unpleasant and I needed plenty of spit to moisten the leather. I used my handkerchief to polish the leather. I knew I had to get the leather shiny but must have pressed too hard for Diane suddenly moved her shoe away from me and kicked me in the chest.

"Not so hard, fool! Do that again and I'll be kicking you in the mouth."

So then I had to get the leather shiny without pressing too hard. It wasn't easy. I was terrified that I'd end up with her shoe flying towards my mouth.

When I finished the first shoe I hoped that she would recross her legs but she didn't. Maybe she thought I would try to sneak a view between her thighs but I was far too scared for anything like that. Whatever the reason she didn't move and I had to bend down right to the floor to start on the second shoe.

"What are you doing?" Diane's soft voice with its hard edge hit me.

"I-I'm doing your other shoe."

"You haven't finished the first shoe yet. What about he sole?"

"The sole?"

"Yes, the sole. The sole. You know the bit under the shoe, the bit that walks on the ground, that bit that'll walk on your fucking face if you don't pull your socks up."

She lifted her first shoe and presented me with the sole. I had no choice. I got to it straightaway. When I finished I actually asked her to re-cross her legs so that I could do the sole on her other shoe, which was, of course, still on the floor.

"You are so useless. Do I have to do everything for you?" Nevertheless she re-crossed her legs. I noticed that now she ignored her papers and was smoking a cigarette while she looked down at me busy with her shoes. When I finished she stubbed out her cigarette and stood up. I had to move quickly to avoid being hit in the head by her shoes.

During the reception she was as nice as pie. Introducing me to her colleagues with some respect. However, while I called her Diane during the reception she insisted that I call her Mrs. Hathaway, as I had to during office hours, once we were outside.

We had taken her car to the reception so afterwards she drove back to the office so I could pick my car up. On the way she patted my knee.

"You did very well tonight, Dave. So well, in fact, that I've decided to promote you. Not bad, eh? You've only been with my company one day and already a promotion. I've decided to make you my PA. I've been thinking for some time I need a PA and I think you're just the guy for the job. It goes with a fifty percent salary increase."

I was surprised, knocked back. I liked the salary increase but I wasn't a PA. I didn't even know if I could do the job. I said as much to Diane.

"You haven't got the picture, Dave. I'm not asking if you want to be my PA, I'm telling you that's what you're going to be. There's no discussion. Now out you pop and I'll see you in my office at nine o'clock when I'll explain what your duties are."

Standing in the car park I stared nervously after her car's headlights as Diane shot away from me.

At nine o' clock next morning her secretary showed me into Diane's office. Diane waved me towards a seat.

"Dave, the job of a PA is to help me do my job better. I can get quite stressed out. Your job is to help me unwind. Do you think you can do that?" I didn't think she really wanted an answer so I stayed quiet.

"For example," she continued, "last night I really enjoyed having you lick my shoes clean. I found it soothing and relaxing. So this morning you can start with that. However, I have people coming in and out of my office all day so it would be better all round if you crawl under my desk and get to work from there. It'll be a bit of a tight squeeze for you, I'm afraid. In fact it'll be a very tight squeeze. And particularly uncomfortable as you're wearing such tight jeans. But I'm sure you'll soon get used to it."

I couldn't do this. Job or no job I wasn't going to sit under her desk all day licking her shoes.

"You can keep your job," I said, "I resign."

"Dave," she said softly, smiling in a condescending fashion. "If you resign I'll see to it that you won't get another job in this city." She thought for a moment. "Better still, I'll have my good friend, the Chief of Police, frame you for an unsolved case of child rape. So, my little child rapist, unless you want me to hand you over to the police for your just punishment you'll get under my desk right now and start licking."

I felt sick, I have always had a pathological fear of the police and of being arrested for a crime I hadn't committed. I was in a panic. She waited and then smiling pressed her intercom. "Debbie, could you get me the Chief of Police?" I scurried round her desk and almost pushed Diane out of the way to get under it. I noticed briefly that she was wearing shoes with high, sharp heels and that her legs were bare.

She helpfully used her feet to push me well in. Having forced me into the small gap between her legs and the front of her desk she put one shoe on the back of my neck and forced my mouth down onto her other shoe. The sharp pointed heel on the back of my neck really hurt. Moreover, Diane's office floor was made up of wood paneling and it was hard and uncomfortable. My tight jeans almost prevented me breathing.

"Get licking, Dave. I don't want to wait all day." I tried to comply as best I could but I was forced down so firmly onto her shoe that it didn't leave enough room to get my tongue out. Diane pressed down even harder. "Start licking or I'll fucking strangle you." I forced out my tongue and started licking. "Yeah, that's the idea, boy." She relaxed her other foot a little and this made breathing a bit easier and gave me some more room, but she still kept her shoe firmly on my neck.

She buzzed on her intercom. "Debbie, will you come in here?" I felt Diane lean back in her seat and heard her sigh contentedly. She pushed down a little harder on my neck. "That's my boy. You can move up to my foot now. But not too high. You get near my ankle and I'll fucking smash your face." Her skin was much more pleasant to my tongue; it was quite soft.

I heard Debbie's heels as she came into the office.

"How's your new PA working out, Mrs. Hathaway?"

"Just fine, Debbie." I heard them both laugh. Then Diane twisted her heel hard into the back of my neck. I leapt up and screamed, simultaneously banging my head on Diane's desk. The two women shrieked with laughter. Diane's face appeared below her desk.

"Did I tell you to stop, Dave?" Her face disappeared and then her foot flashed out and smashed me in the stomach. I collapsed on the floor groaning and clutching my stomach. "Next time you decide to disobey me I won't be so nice. Now get with that licking. And don't make a sound." She thrust me back carelessly under her desk with her feet and I twisted round painfully to start work again on her shoes. I was feeling sick and almost crying in despair.

"Debbie, could you organize a working lunch today. I've got a long meeting starting at ten thirty and I don't want to be disturbed."

"Sure thing, Mrs. Hathaway. By the way Joe Keithley is here, should I show him in."

"Please."

I heard Debbie's heels disappear and the door close.

"How are you doing, Dave?" I felt her wriggle her toes in her shoes then she slipped her feet out of her shoes. "I want you to lick between the toes. Do it slowly and make it kinda sensuous." I carefully bent down to the task and did as well as I could. "Don't spend too long on it boy. My meeting starts soon and I don't think it would be right for you to be sucking my toes while I'm chairing a meeting, do you?" Did this mean that I would soon be free of this prison?

I heard the door open and Debbie's voice.

"Joseph Keithley to see you. Mrs. Hathaway."

"Good, show him in." I was sure I could detect a smile in Diane's voice. "Put my shoes on, Dave." She giggled. "I mean put them on me, just in case you were thinking of doing something pervy." I held her shoes for her so she could slip her feet in.

"You can leave off licking my shoes for a bit." I almost said thank you. But, in fact, there wasn't time to say anything for the heel of Diane's shoe smashed into my neck, pinioning me at the back of Diane's desk. I couldn't breathe. I managed a croak and Diane relaxed her grip a little, enough for me to be able to suck in some air. There were footsteps.

"Sit down, Joseph." There was a creak. "You've been with this company almost twenty years, haven't you Joseph? Since my late husband started it?"

"Yes, Mrs. Hathaway."

"Hmm. I'm going to have to sack you, Joseph, with immediate effect."

There was a gasp. "W-why, Mrs. Hathaway."

"My secretary said that you tried to proposition her. I won't stand for any kind of sexual harassment in this office. You're to leave immediately."

"But it's not true, Mrs. Hathaway." The poor man was clearly in tears. The way that Diane had pinioned me allowed me to look up a little. As Joseph Keithley started to talk I saw Diane's hand draw up her dress and drop onto her crotch. She wasn't wearing any panties. Slowly she began to rub herself up and down.

"I would expect you to say that. I trust my secretary implicitly. Collect your cards now."

"But my wife, my children. Please, it's not true."

"I'll make damn sure you never get another job in this city again." She was rubbing herself faster and faster and gradually applying more pressure to my neck. I tried to croak again but she ignored me or maybe didn't even hear me in her own excitement.

"Please Mrs. Hathaway, I need this job..."

Get out now before I call the police," she yelled. I could feel her trembling through her legs.

"Please Mrs..."

"Out, out." I heard him tottering over the floor weeping. He had barely closed the door when Diane slammed her heel hard against my neck. I screamed and almost simultaneously Diane screamed in exultant pleasure. She panted for few moments and then buzzed the intercom.

"Did you enjoy that as much as I did. Debbie?"

"Perhaps not quite as much," was Debbie's faint reply.

"No, you don't have a PA, do you?" Diane was absently rubbing her shoe over my face and then pressed the sole down on my mouth as she spoke. "I haven't had so much fun for ages. If you get any more ideas like that, do let me know." Debbie and she laughed together and then Diane cut the connection.

She sat back in her chair tapping her show hard on my face.

"Did you enjoy that, Dave?" It seemed strange to be talked to by someone only whose legs I could see. "I bet you were pleased that it wasn't you I fired. Well you're not to worry I won't be firing you. You're going to have a long and successful career here. Mind you, my definition of your success may not be quite the same as yours. Anyway I think it's time to increase your responsibilities. All that excitement has made things a little messy so I want you to help clean me."

Her legs parted and I was overwhelmed by her powerful aroma. Her shoe slid off my face and I was able to breathe more easily. Although only for a moment for she reached down and with her hands grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and hauled me up to her crotch. I had hardly time to grasp what was happening when I found my face pressed hard against her wet pussy.

"Okay Dave, guess what you're going to do?" She wrapped her legs around my head and squeezed. "Get licking, boy and make sure I'm nice and clean."

But she pressed me so hard to her that I could barely breathe let alone lick. I moaned and she must have heard me. She released me. "I guess this is a bit difficult but I want you to get used to it. I love it when I press you so hard against me that you can hardly breathe. And I want you to give me as much pleasure as possible. So you'll have to work out how you can breathe and lick me at the same time, when you're pressed hard against my pussy. Think of it as a challenge. It'll bring us closer together, Dave. As this is your first time I'll make it easier for you." She pulled me into her but gave me room to breathe and lick. "But don't take my generosity for granted, boy. This is the first and last time. After this you're on your own."

I couldn't believe this was happening to me and I couldn't see any way out of it. She had me trapped. I didn't know if she was bluffing about the Chief of Police but I couldn't take a chance. Gingerly, I started licking; the taste and smell were pretty strong.

"That's it, Dave. You're good at this. Now I want you to get me nice and clean but I don't want you to get me overly excited because I've got an important meeting starting in a moment and if I get excited it'll be embarrassing. And if I'm embarrassed I'll get annoyed. And..." Here she lifted up my head to grin at me. "...if I'm annoyed I'll have to punish you." Then she popped me back into place. "So, for your sake, I hope you'll be able to clean me up without exciting me. Oh, and if you make a fucking sound you're dead."

She dropped her legs over my shoulders, gave me an extra hard squeeze that almost suffocated me, then relaxed a little to allow me to start licking.

I probed around sucking where I could, being careful to stop if I felt the slightest shudder from her. She patted the top of my head. "Well done, Dave. You're doing very well."

The office door opened, there were voices and the sound of chairs being moved.

"Are we all here?" It was Diane's voice. "Right then Frank, your report please." It became clear that it was an end-of-month sales meeting. I couldn't understand what it was all about. I continued to slurp and lick quietly and gently. Eventually from the taste I was pretty sure that all was clean and I gradually slowed to a halt. I sat there, under her desk, too scared to move but getting more and more uncomfortable. The hard wood floor seemed to bore into my knees.

The meeting wound on. After what seemed like an eternity someone suggested a comfort break. Diane asked everyone to reconvene in five minutes.

When the office had cleared Diane caught hold of my hair and painfully yanked my head up.

"Oh dear, your face is a mess. It's all sticky. Let me clean you up." She took a tissue from her desk and wiped my face with it. "That's better. But now what am I going to do with this tissue. I can't put it in the trash for the cleaners to find. You'd better eat it." With that she shoved it into my mouth. I choked and coughed and tried to pluck it from my mouth.

"No, no!" Diane grabbed my hands. "You've got to swallow it. Come on, be a man. Get it down." I struggled sick and wretched, with tears in my eyes. At last it went down my throat. "There you are, that wasn't so bad, was it? Now I expect you need a drink, don't you?"

"Yes." I gasped with relief. I desperately needed a drink.

"I thought so, well the others have gone for a comfort break but I haven't time so you're going to help me out. In fact we're going to help each other. Isn't that great? You're going to save me time and I'm going to give you a drink. Now come here." I would have struggled if I could but she held my head firmly as she wedged me tight to her crotch, my nose and mouth forming a tight seal. After a moment she started to pee into my mouth. The hot salty liquid stung against my tongue and my throat.

My mouth started to fill up. I couldn't breathe and it looked like I was going to drown for I couldn't swallow either. There was a ringing in my ears. I was terrified. If Diane didn't stop soon I was a goner. Somehow I managed to gulp down a little of the liquid and then a little more. But Diane still kept peeing. I tried to shake my head to force down more liquid. As Diane wouldn't release me I tried to use my hands to force her up so that she would be peeing at a higher angle and it would more easily pass down my throat. Diane started to giggle and let me go. Her pee splashed over my face and onto the floor.

"Oh, Dave, you're impossible!" Diane laughed. "You' better lick up all my pee quickly or else it'll smell. Come on." She pushed my head to the floor and started pulling it around. "This has to be easier than licking my shoes. Get busy, Dave. If there's one drop of pee left when the others return I'm handing you over to the police."

I crawled around licking everything up as fast as I could fluff and grit as well. Diane stood over me laughing.

"Dave, you are wonderful. Hey, maybe I should get you to lick the whole of this room." I looked up startled. Her eyes gleamed. "Or maybe," she added breathlessly, "the whole building. You could do one floor every night. Before the cleaners come in, of course. There wouldn't be much point in doing it after the cleaners. Or maybe we could use you instead of the cleaners. Hmm, it's worth thinking about, isn't it, Dave. I can hear the others coming back now and," she looked carefully over the floor, "you've cleaned up all the pee. Well done."

She sat down in her seat, took my head in her hands and kissed me on the forehead. Then she pushed me brutally into the gap under her desk and slammed her shoes into me. Once again her heel dug painfully into my neck and forced me against the shoe on the ground.

"Get licking, boy. I can't feel your tongue, boy." She pressed down even harder. "And remember, no sound!" I wanted to scream but I controlled myself. I managed to get my tongue out of my forcibly closed mouth and began licking as best as I could. How long was this to continue? There was going to be working lunch. That meant that I could be here the whole day. It was an horrific thought.

The others returned with a scraping of chairs and the meeting recommenced. It must have continued for almost an hour and a half but during that time the pressure of Diane's shoe on my neck did not let up once. I could hardly believe that so beautiful a woman could keep up that level of careless cruelty for so long. I think my neck had gone numb by the time I heard the trolleys rolling into the office with the lunch. At last Diane relaxed her foot and took it off my neck. I heard the others leave to do their own business before they returned for lunch.

"Debbie, could you select some sandwiches for me, I have some phone-calls to make." Over the noise of the others in the room leaving she leant down and whispered to me. "Dave, you've no idea how much pleasure you're giving me. You make a boring meeting tolerable, even enjoyable."

I saw Debbie's legs appear round the corner of the desk. Debbie was presumably carrying Diane's food.

"Is he still under there, Mrs. Hathaway?"

"Of course, do you want to take a look?"

Debbie's face appeared under the desk. She was smiling broadly. Debbie and Diane both looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

"Can I have him when you're finished with him?" gasped Debbie.