Head back to the office, Boss

"We've got a meeting first thing, Candy, so no more dilly dallying," Dave says. "We'll have to shower in tandem to save time."

"You're the boss, Boss!" Charlene says in Candy's voice.

They scrub away the after effects of the night and morning, Dave making obscene comments about her the whole time, pinching and spanking to make her squeal, and Charlene thanking him in Candy's voice and getting aroused again from the humiliation of it all.

He slapped her clean ass once they were done and she squealed and giggled.

"Get dressed and do your makeup for the office, Candy!" Dave instructed, grabbing the wishbone from her toothbrush holder. "You know how I expect you to look, right?"

"Slutty and sophisticated!" She exclaimed proudly.

"That's my girl!" He said. "I'm going to give Yvette instructions for the day."

Left to her own devices, Charlene did as Candy would, blowing out her blonde hair with an excess of hairspray, donning a sophisticated scarlet halter top and miniskirt combination, and then digging deep into her makeup collection to find the lurid shades she never wore. She couldn't even remember why she had bought the whorish red she was applying to her lips, but she guessed she was lucky she had.

No, this wasn't lucky! Was it? God, she was getting horny again. She wondered if the lipstick would smear Dave's cock. She wondered if she would find out at the work meeting. She quivered and botched the makeup job. This could take a while.

"Well now!" Dave exclaimed when she came down the stairs at last in soaring red stilettos. "That is a sophisticated slut, don't you agree Yvette?"

"Me oui!" The maid agreed from her hands and knees position on the table where Dave had inserted the handle of a feather duster in her ass. Charlene cooed at the compliment the way Candy would and shuddered as she thought how humiliating it would be if Dave was practicing with Yvette what he would do to her on the conference table at work.

"No time for breakfast," he said. "I grabbed a couple smoothies from the fridge. If we get there in time, I'll have the intern make coffee. I love to watch her ass when she makes it."

"You do?" Candy asked, feeling threatened.

"You're the intern, silly slut!" He reminded.

And she giggled, turned around and bent over to show off her ass.

He slapped it and told her to head to the car, reminding Yvette to text him selfies of her cleaning throughout the day.

Back at Charlene Vigen Public Relations, the former owner made coffee, waggling her ass for the new owner and flushing at how humiliating it was.

Bill walked by and said "Morning, Boss!" To Dave the way he used to say to Charlene each morning. "Meeting still at 9?"

"Glad you remembered," Dave said.

"Well, when Candy is the means of communication, it tends to be more memorable than an email," Bill explained.

"Well, yes, I could see why that might be the case," Dave says. "And I see you noticed her ass this morning."

"Wha!?! No, Dave, I was... I was just looking at.., at the coffee maker! Really wanting coffee this morning!" Bill stammered.

"Oh Bill, Candy doesn't mind being an office decoration," Dave said. "Why do you think she dresses like that? Candy, shake your ass if it's ok for Bill to stare at it."

Charlene shook Candy's ass and got wetter at the humiliation.

"See Bill? We'll talk about relaxing the culture around here at the meeting," Dave said. "Everybody has been entirely to uptight lately."

"You are such a great boss, Dave!" Bill gushed.

"He's the best!" Candy agreed.