Lindsey's first step.

Lindsey's first step.
By: Kimberly Kitten (kimkittencat@yahoo.com)

Lindsey clenched and unclenched her hands, flexing the fingers out, leaning on one high-heeled foot, then the other. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. 5 minutes, she'd said. Five minutes and then he would see her. She flattened her skirt, tugging at the hem, her job interview skirt. Above the knee, short but not too short. Long enough to cover garter belts, had she worn them. She smoothed the skirt again, this time behind her. She should have worn a thong. She clicked her heels together. She looked down. The outline of her white cotton bra was just visible through her shirt. She shouldn't have worn a white blouse. Or maybe she should have worn a nice lacy bra instead of the plain cotton one. Or maybe a tank top. 5 minutes? How long was 5 minutes? Didn't matter, she could wait all day. From what she'd read about this place, it could well be worth it to wait a day for an interview. Had a ponytail been a good idea? She refused to look at the clock. She looked at the clock. 3 minutes had passed. She winced.

"Miss, are you alright?" Lindsey stared at the secretary. She was wearing a white blouse too, with a tank top.

"What?"

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah! yeah, great, thanks..." Lindsey knew she should have worn the tank top.

"Nervous?"

"Yeah... Like the paper just made this job look so good, you know? Kinda hoping."

"I'm sure you'll get it. Don't be nervous, he's a great guy." She attacked the keyboard for a succession of taps. "Try taking a deep breath." Lindsey breathed in. That seemed to help. A little. She breathed out again. The secretary turned to the phone, paused, then picked it up.

"Yes, sir?" Pause. Lindsey remembered to breath in again. "He'll see you now." That was cute. She trotted up to the door and opened it.

"Hello, Lindsey. Close the door, take a seat." She closed the door behind her, and walked over to the large armchair facing his desk at a diagonal. "Good. Now, you're here because your resume was the first I read. I can clearly read that you have the qualifications, and I called a couple of your previous employers, so I have no doubt that you're fine for the job. Also, I'm not going to lie to you, I've all but chosen to hire you in this very moment, now that I've seen you. Our hotel attracts a lot of very rich business men due to," he paused. "Well, due to the quality, shall we say, of our staff. So, that was easy, eh? You're hired!"

Lindsey blinked, then smiled. He was very handsome, very confident. "You'll be a waitress at the bar at night, of course. You'll take home anywhere from 500 to 1000 dollars a night, sometimes more, depending. Oh, I have to let you know, though, you'll be wearing," he paused again,

"costumes."

"Costumes?" She raised her eyebrows. She'd wear a bloody Winnie the Pooh costume in a toy store for 1000 dollars a night.

"Yes, like a Playboy bunny outfit, or a school girl uniform, or sometimes a particular outfit from a particular movie. Maybe even lingerie." He said it all so openly, as though it was the most normal thing in the world. Maybe it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Lingerie?"

"Yes. And we offer a full benefits package, as well as use of the employee gym, pool, and discounts at many hotels and restaurants nationwide."

"Really?" What had she been asking about?

"Oh, and you get free travel to some cities during certain seasons. Just ask. So, you in?" He asked.

"I think so?"

"Well, we want you in, so all you have to do is say yes, and you can start training tomorrow."

"Um. Yes, then, I guess."

"Yes or no, Lindsey, yes or no." He smiled.

"Yes!" She giggled at her own sudden enthusiasm.

"Good! Show up tomorrow at 3PM, and you'll get a little orientation and tour, as well as some papers to sign, get the technical things worked out." He smiled again. He had very nice teeth.

"Okay!" She slipped another little giggle out.

"Oh, and give your full measurements to the secretary on the way out, so we can have your first night's costume ready." He winked AND smiled.

"Costume?"

"Yes, it's part of your job, remember?"

"Right!" She giggled. "Sorry." So stupid. Was he going to think she was a moron?

She spent the entire drive home self congratulating herself and wondering if there was something she ought to be worrying about. At home, her boyfriend was sitting on the couch, staring at the TV. He shut it off and stood up. "Hey girly! where you been?"

"A job interview! I just got a new job!"

"Oh yeah?" he walked up to her and grabbed her waist. "Where at?" He leaned in and kissed her neck.

"The Sterling Youngblood hotel." She moaned.

"No way!" His head bolted upright. "Man, me and my friends always wanted to go there. No way. That place is like legendary to dudes."

"Why?" She let her hand slide down his chest.

"Because they have only hot chicks on the staff, and all like decked out. They were in an issue of Maxim."

"Really?" Maxim was good, possibility of fame was good. The bulge in Sam's pants was good.

"You realize you're going to have to tell me all about it." His hands examined her breasts, his bulge pressed forward.

"Yes..." she moaned.

"Mmmmmmm. I've got a Sterling Youngblood girl. A hand dropped and grabbed her skirt from behind, bunching the fabric up, folding it and pulling until her panties were uncovered, then clutching her cheek. His mouth wandered over her neck.

"Mmm," She moaned back, raising her face to expose her neck. "Sam?"

"Yes, girly?"

"Dominate me."

"Really?" He paused, then reached to grab her ass with both hands.

"Yes, please sir." "Oh, you dirty little slut." His tone shifted. "You want to take orders, do you?" He smushed her ass in both his hands.

"Yes, sir."

"That's why you're a waitress, I bet." He sank his teeth into her neck.

"Ow! y-y-Yes, sir."

"Well, what the fuck is this you're wearing, a cotton bra it looks like, and a pair of regular cotton panties?" He turned her around, down at the panties on her ass.

"Sorry sir."

He thwacked her ass. "You better be. Go get something sexy on. Put on something really sexy under this skirt and blouse. None of this boring shit, slut."

"Yes, sir." Oh, she loved being obedient. Something about the strength of his commands, something about not having to worry about anything but pleasing him and knowing he would tell her exactly what to do to please him. She walked away into the bedroom. She shed her clothes. Hmm, what to chose... The lacy white teddy? Yes. It garter belts and a snap open crotch. She grabbed the silk stocking that went with it. He looooved this outfit, it was a guaranteed fuck into oblivion. The lace strip up her ass, the cups that didn't cover her entire areolas and thrust her breasts out and together. Ooh, her white scrunchy! Oh, she should find the second one, he loved pigtails even more than ponytails. The innocent look, and all donned in white... She fished around through her drawer Ah! 2 white scrunchies! She put the skirt and blouse back on. Her teddy was already a little damp.

Sam was watching TV by the time she came out. He was naked. "Oh, hello, slut."

"Hello, sir."

"You went to your interview in that skirt!? To a Sterling Youngblood interview? Stupid slut. Go get a shorter one on." She turned around, dejected, "and crawl!" She knelt and crawled on hands and knees back to the room.

When she came back, she was wearing a tight black vinyl skirt with a slit up the thigh, reserved for clubbing and house use only, garters showing.

"That's better. Now you can stand up." He shut off the TV. She watched him walk around the room, his cock now semi hard. He turned on all the lights, some music, reserved especially for occasions like this, and opened the shade behind the couch. He sat down. "I want you to strip slowly and seductively out of that skirt and blouse.

"Sam, the window, plea-."

"Sir! Call me Sir, you slut!"

"Sir, Everyone can see in," She pleaded.

"That's right, slut. You want to be on display at Youngblood, you're going to have to practice first."

She stared at the office building across the street. They were on the 8th floor. She could see a janitor vacuuming.

"Start stripping, slut, I know you're not that innocent." He chuckled. His cock was beautifully hard now. She felt herself soften at the sight of it, and gingerly stepped in front of the TV, now in the middle off the window. She stared at the janitor, then looked at her boyfriend's gorgeous cock. "One button at a time." He stroked himself while she began at the top. She undid the first 2, then started at the bottom, working up until just a single button between her breasts held the blouse together. "Dance, slut." She danced to the music, touching her breasts, sliding her hands down her sides, swaying her hips, massaging herself. "Come closer to the window, slut." She nodded, and slinked up. She stuck one heel into the seat cushion next to him, letting the slit spread over her thigh, showing the garter belt in all its string of flowers, leg accenting glory. Her finger touched her toes and slid up her foot, up her shin, over her knee, tip toed over the garter belt and dipped between her legs. She rubber herself and clutched one of her breasts, moaning. She noticed the janitor staring at her.

"Eep!" She stepped back and ducked.

"Did someone see you, slut?" He turned around. "Was it that janitor?" She nodded. "Good. Give him a good show, slut. He'll probably never get a chance to make it to Youngblood, so give him a show now." He paused, looking at her. "Make him happy, or I'll make you do this in the fucking hallway, slut!" She winced.

"Yes... sir..."

"Good girl." She stood up and approached the couch again. "Good slut, stand on the couch now. I'll stand on the floor, and you stand and dance on the couch. You can kick the heels off."

"Yes, sir," she hesitated, but obeyed. Her mini-skirted ass on display to every person in that building who happened to look over, and the sun was setting, making her even more visible with all the lights on.

"Turn around and dance for him."

"Oh no."

"Did you say something, slave?"

"There are other guys watching in other windows..."

"I think you meant ?goody, sir! my audience is bigger!' Didn't you?" She whimpered a reply. "I didn't hear that. Why don't you repeat it nice and clearly?"

"Goody sir, my audience is bigger."

"Better. Now touch yourself for them."

"Yes, sir." She was defeated, controlled, her reluctance was only half-hearted, she was enjoying the humiliation.

"Just keep performing until I come back." She heard him walk into the bedroom. She looked at the men watching her, two were on the same floor, the janitor and a business man. Then there was another young business man one floor up, no, wait, he was turning away picking up his phone. She rubbed her breasts and pressed a couple fingers under her skirt, teasing herself through the lacy fabric. Oh, now there were two guys in that window, he must have called his buddy over.

"Turn around and face me." He ordered, she obeyed. He was holding something behind his back. The cock she had an only growing appetite for was pointing up at her like a divining rod. "Spread your feet." She did.

"Bend over and look at them between your legs." She did. "Are they looking back, slut?" They were.

"Yes, sir."

"Wave." She waved, she hoped 60 or so feet was enough distance that they wouldn't be able to recognizer her. They waved back, a couple gave the thumbs up sign. The janitor was rubbing his coveralls.

"Now bring your legs together and slowly pull your skirt down to your ankles."

"Yes, sir." She wiggled her ass a little for emphasis, pausing before starting. She pulled it a couple inches down. Then, watching them, she waited for encouragement. The two buddies were clearly cheering her on. She winked, although they probably couldn't see it, and pulled it halfway down her ass, stopped, checked for approval, and pulled it a little further. Another check, responded to with rigorous hand gestures signaling for her to move it lower, and she let it slip to her feet.

"Undo the last button on your blouse and take it off."

"Yes, sir." She turned around and played with the button, cocking her head to the side with just a hint of ?should I?' They indicated she should. Off it came, slipping back away from her shoulders and onto the floor. There was a thud on the couch. She looked down.

"Let them watch you suck it."

"Sir?"

"Pick up the dildo and suck it for them."

"Sir?"

"Do it."

"Can't I just suck you off, sir?"

"No, you don't deserve it. You've been too reluctant, besides, you need the practice."

"Yes, sir," she sighed, indulging in the sight of his cock and well formed abdomen before picking the dildo up and turning to the window.

"Turn sideways, let them really see what you're doing."

"Yes, sir." At the appearance of the dildo, the two buddies were engaging in heavy self-congratulations, and the janitor had his cock out. She tried not to stare, but it was rather large. She wondered why it didn't scare her that some weird janitor was masturbating to her. She wondered if maybe it turned her on a little? Nah. She pushed the dildo in through her lips.

"Don't just put it in your mouth, slut. Perform." He was stroking himself as well.

"Yes, sir." She pulled off, and ran the dildo around her cheeks and nose, stroking face with it, keeping her tongue out to lick it whenever it passed.

"Are you wet?"

"Yes, sir."

"Put it inside you, then pull it out and lick your juices off, make sure they can see everything." Lindsey stood up on the couch, so they could see her pull the thin, moist fabric of the teddy to the side, and stick the dildo into herself. Oh... that was nice. She gave it several thrusts. "Pull it out, slut! No self pleasure until I say!" She retrieved it, knelt again, and turned sideways so they could see her de-glisten the dildo. "Suck it, slave." She pushed it into her mouth and sucked, making a puckering sound, her cheeks caving in on it. She looked to the side. The janitor was cumming. She began to pound it in and out of her mouth, as though trying to get the dildo to cum as well.

Sam let her carry on for a while, forcing her to be creative as possible with this piece of rubber. Then he closed the shades. "You're a naughty, naughty girl. Honestly, Lind-," pause, "-slut. Honestly, slut, I can't believe I got you to do all that. That's the farthest you've ever let me push you."

"You were very commanding, sir." She sat on the couch with her legs curled up, licking the dildo innocently.

"Let's take it a little farther, shall we?"

"What do you mean?"

"Wrong answer. The correct answer was yes." Go check the mail, would you?"

"Sam?"

"Call me sir, slut!"

"Sir?!"

"Go CHECK THE MAIL."

"Down on the ground floor?" Her eyes were wide with terror.

"I'll let you wear the skirt, but that's it. If you say anything more, I'm going to make you go down with the dildo in your mouth, whore." Lindsey paused. He couldn't really do that, she knew he couldn't, if she really just got up and said no, in serious Lindsey voice, he'd be forced to stop, wouldn't h-

"GET UP, SLUT!" His voice boomed. Lindsey snapped to her feet. "Put your fucking skirt on!" She was startled again, but yanked the skirt off the couch, and started putting her legs through it. Wait, was she really going to- "Hurry up, slut!" He sounded so angry, so forceful... She tugged the skirt up over her ass, she was going to have to wear the skirt with the teddy? "Put your shoes on!"

"Yes, sir."

"NOW!"

Yes, sir!" She was a hint frightened, scrambling for her shoes, trying to stick them on her feet without falling over - but the teddy didn't even cover her areolas all the way-

"Now go check the fucking mail, slave!" He stepped behind her and whacked her ass with his hand. The thin vinyl was of no protection. She found herself walking immediately toward the door. "Wait, slut!" He walked up to her. "The edges of the teddy are rising up above your hips, we're going to have to pull the skirt up to cover them." He tugged the skirt up and inch. He felt around the bottom of the hem.

"Sir?"

"Did I say you could talk, slut? You just lost yourself another inch." He yanked the skirt even further up. Instead of riding a little low, it now came all the way up to her hips. The slit went so high it showed the edge of the teddy, and his fingers verified that the hem of the skirt was at the same level as the curves of her ass. She figured it was best not to say anything. "Well? What are you waiting for, slut?" He opened the door. "Get the fucking mail." He slapped her ass again, and she stepped out of the door. It was shut and locked behind her. The hallway was empty, blessedly so. She tugged on her teddy to get it to cover more of her breasts. It was of no avail, the moment it covered her entire areolas, it slipped off a little, back to its original position. She walked to the elevator, shaking a little. The wait, after she pressed the button was abnormally long. When it finally did ?ding' and open its doors, she stepped in, anxious to get out of the hall. Too anxious. She stood face to face with a girl from one of the upper floors. Lindsey stepped in with her back to the girl looked to see that the button for the first floor had been pushed. 5 eons and one ?ding' later, they were in the lobby. The guard at the front desk looked up. Lindsey smiled. She walked as quickly as possible to the mailbox. The heels clicked on the marble. She squatted in front of her box, skirt sliding up. Well, no one was underneath her. No key! No key! She gulped. She stood, tugging on the skirt. Someone walked in behind her and called the elevator. She stayed where she was, staring that the boxes until she heard the elevator door close. The second elevator's doors opened up. Someone got out, greeted the guard, whispered some things to him. The guard laughed. Lindsey flinched. One of them whistled. Lindsey froze. She heard footsteps. She heard footsteps behind her. She heard them stop at her back. She felt a breath on her neck. She should have just run into the elevator. She should run into it now. Was it cold in here? A pair of hands reached over her arms and grabbed her breasts while a pair of lips whispered into her ear,

"Forgot your key, slut." It was Sam. She tried to spin around to grab him, but he wouldn't let her. "Don't move, slut. Unless you want me to unzip this skirt, right now and tear your teddy open, you're going to crawl back into the elevator when you hear me whistle." She whined. "Say ?yes, sir.'"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl, now take the key and get the mail. When you crawl over, crawl over with it in your mouth." His whisper warmed and coaxed her ear.

"Yes, sir."

TO BE CONTINUED...