Max walked into the office to a small commotion. He could hear everyone talking through the door which wasn’t normal, especially given how early it was. Max peeked his head in the door but didn’t see anyone in the common area. He could hear laughter and conversation coming from one of the conference rooms. He followed the uproar until he came to the open conference room door. All of his coworkers were seated looking at the presenter tv on the wall to Max’s left. Max couldn’t see it but they all seemed to be enjoying what they were seeing. Dylan stood by the tv presenting.

“Oh Maxine, you should see this come in.” He said. Max didn’t like the tone he used and a pit formed in his stomach. He walked into the room and sat down in an empty chair near the middle of the long table. To his horror, he recognized himself on the screen. It was one of the videos he had sent Dylan of his ass.

“As you can see based on this older video, our secretary has improved significantly in the ass department over the last year. While I like this, she has a much thicker and fuller posterior now than she did when she first started.” Max was too horrified to speak.

“Do you have a recent example?” One of the associates chimed in, seemingly very serious. “For comparison.”

“I’m glad you asked. Unfortunately we don’t have any direct data to compare, which I will get to in a bit, but I will show you this for now.” Dylan pressed a button on the remote and a video started playing. It was of the christmas party. He paused the video mid orgy to show a still of Max’s ass as be bent to lick one of the escort’s pussies.

“As you can see, it’s much fuller here from a couple of months ago. A marked improvement over the previous quarter.”

Max couldn’t move. He could feel eyes on him, his slutty schoolgirl outfit felt particularly on the nose.

“Now. We are all about measuring KPI’s here. We need more data to track progress. That’s where my initiative comes in. I think Maxine needs to provide at least monthly progress updates for comparison. I propose video updates but we can discuss still images if that becomes too cumbersome. In addition, we also will need to begin tracking job performance. I refer you to this.” Dylan flahed a spreadsheet on screen.

“As you can see, ignoring the obvious outlier here,” he pointed to a number totaling his visits to Denver’s office, “the number of tasks completed is surprisingly low. I think we need more events like the one a couple weeks ago where Maxine is made available to the office in an open invitation format.” The group nodded and voiced their agreement. “Along with the monthly updates, I would expect at least a quarterly event. These can be up to Maxine’s discretion, but I think at minimum we have a theme including outfits, a free period during the day where Maxine will interface with the office, and video documentation that will go in the repository. Denver has already okay’d everything so I just need everyone here to sign the consent forms.” Dylan ended the presentation with a photo of Max in a revealing outfit, posing for the camera.

Dylan passed out the consent forms. He leaned over Max’s shoulder as he handed him his.

“This all could have been avoided if you just did your job.” He taunted. The meeting adjourned and Max rushed to Denver’s office. He knocked on the door and entered.

“Did you see this?” Max put the consent form on Denver’s desk. Denver looked annoyed.

“Of course. I already signed. What’s the problem?”

“This isn’t fair. This wasn’t what we talked about.”

“How is it not fair? If anything you’ve been getting off easy. This is your job. No one is asking for additional services, you’re just being held to your job description more stringently. I encourage this kind of accountability.” Max felt defeated. He fought back tears.

“This is humiliating.”

“That’s the job. If you don’t like it, I’ll find some other pretty little thing that would be grateful for the apartment and the money.”

“That’s not what I meant. Dylan is just-“

“It’s my understanding that Dylan has been asking you to comply with the job description and you have been being difficult. I won’t tolerate insubordination. Do as he says and this will all blow over.” Denver’s tone softened. Max realized this was going to be a fruitless effort.

“I guess you won’t have me all to yourself anymore.” Max said and walked out before seeing Denver’s reaction. After leaving Denver’s office, Max went straight into Dylan’s office and closed the door.

“What the fuck? All this because you missed the chance to piss in my mouth?” Max crossed his arms and attempted to look imposing. His short skirt and tied off button down tshirt undermined his attempt.

“I’m sorry Maxine, I tried to do this the easy way, but you didn’t want to. I told you not to mess with me.”

“I didn’t think you’d go running to the boss like a pussy.” Max tried to put on a brave face. Dylan just laughed.

“Look, I didn’t want this either but here we are, it’s done now. The committee has agreed to the terms for monthly progress photos and a quarterly social. I didn’t want to have to share you but now I don’t have a choice. The committee also wants more control over outfits on a weekly basis, they want to be able to submit requests. I suspect that there will be more to come as well. You should have just made my video.”

Max was overwhelmed. His leverage was gone and now his job was about to get a lot harder. Losing the ability to choose when and how he flirted was devastating and now he felt more exposed than ever.

“Maybe we can make this all go away.” Max sidled over to Dylan and placed a hand on his thigh. “If I give you what you want you can help me out.”

“We can negotiate but what’s done is done.” Max rubbed Dylan’s thigh and hiked his skirt up so that the bottom of his cage was showing.

“The event is too much.”

“We could maybe do twice a year for budgetary reasons.” Dylan said in a sly tone as he placed a hand on Max’s ass.

“I also want the repository cleared yearly, no permanent ****.”

“And what do I get for that?”

“You can have a personal stream once every 2 months. I’ll do what you want, within reason, but you can’t keep the recording.”

“Okay, and what do I get for narrowing the socials? The committee is going to be very disappointed.” Dylan groped at Max’s firm ass and spanked it a couple times. Max let out a sultry moan with each spank.

“What do you want?”

“I want you to be my personal toilet.”

“You’re still on this?”

“It’s what I want.” Dylan spanked Max’s ass hard and he let out a yelp.

“For how long?”

“All year.”

“And after that we’re done?”

“We can renegotiate.”

“No gross stuff.” Max said.

“Define gross.” Dylan questioned.

“You can fuck all the way off if I go anywhere near your shit.”

“Ew, no. You’ll drink my piss whenever I ask, you’ll clean my dick and balls, and you’ll lick my ass when I ask.”

“No shit.” Max insisted.

“Yes nothing gross, jesus.” Dylan seemed annoyed.

“Okay. Oh and these social whatever’s, I don’t want the expectation to be that everyone gets to fuck me.”

“That was never the deal. You just gotta flirt, maybe suck some dick if you’re in the mood.”

“I won’t be but fine.”

“You’re not in a position to be a prude.”

“I guess not.” Max stood back up and pulled his skirt back down. “Adjust my contract and I’ll sign. I also want to see everyone else’s NDA’s.”

“Works for me.” Dylan was practically giddy. Max felt like he’d been played.

“Why do I feel like this is more than what you wanted.”

“Because Maxine, you just agreed to a whole promotion to a proper whore and on top of that, you’re gunna be drinking from my bladder for a year.”

Max walked away with mixed feelings. Part of him excited, the other annoyed to have let Dylan get one over on him.