One final student, a hard working secretary

The elevator doors slid open, and the happy, optimistic Jenna hurriedly made her way to her boss's office, her heels clicking from her flurry of footsteps. Her tight pencil skirt wouldn't let her get too far each step, but that simply meant she'd have to hurry up. Nothing would stop her from climbing the corporate ladder, earn her business degree from the university, and become head of this company!

But of course, she had to start from the bottom as a lowly secretary. Her boss, a tough, but kind old man, had taught her much about the corporate world. She couldn't wait for today's lesson.

Opening the door to his office slowly (she didn't want to accidentally hit her boss in the face with the door, something she did on the first day she has always regretted), she put on her most professional smile and greeted him.

At least, whoever was in her boss's seat.

"Good morning! Are you doing we-...oh, hello there, sir! Who might you be? And why are you naked?"

To be fair, James wasn't entirely without clothing. He borrowed a red tie from someone else. The leather stuck to his skin as he stood up to return the greeting.

"Good morning, Miss Haze. I'm from an outside branch, making a visit to observe. I told your administration that the best way for me to observe would be to take the place of one of their staff. As it just so happened, your boss decided, through no influence of my own, that he needed to take the day off. I will be filling in, which means you're my new bitch...I'm sorry, secretary."

"Oh! Okay!" She said, accepting the new situation quite readily and not questioning why she was just called a bitch. "Welcome to Struthers Solutions! I'd be happy to show you how everything works."

"Good, although...I don't intend to do much work around here. As I said, I'm only here to observe. Just hand me papers to sign in your boss's place and I'll sign them. Also, I don't want to give you my name, so you'll just call me daddy."

She smiled brightly. "Of course, that's fine, although it's a bit of a strange name...I usually try to do most of his work anyway. I want to move up in the corporate world. I want to be the boss around here someday, daddy!"

It was adorable, really. That she'd openly state her future intentions like this to any executive that might pass by. The old man he spoke to didn't even realize the goldmine he was sitting on here. But that went for every man in Haven.

It didn't take long for James to have her leaning against his table, his hands groping her all over her body as he shoved his tongue into her mouth. Jenna, for her part, was as clueless as any other woman he had met, though she tried to do something, anything, to keep up with him. She decided that returning the favor was the best option, using her own hands to feel up James's body in a similar way, though he imagined she wouldn't get much out of it.

Once the free for all kiss ended, Jenna looked at him with a quizzical look.

"That was...strange. And my body is starting to feel weird. Do men and women do this at your branch?"

"All the time." James replied, lifting up her tight skirt so he could feel up her ass. "Women are put to much more efficient use at my branch. It's not just your work we use, but your body as well. And you have a lovely body. I can't wait to see more of it."

"More of my body?" Jenna asked. James didn't think much of it, but there was something a little strange about her response. She almost sounded afraid, but he chalked it up to worry about her work duties changing.

"Now, let's begin..."

"Oops!"

Jenna, carrying a number of folders in her arms, accidentally let a pen that was resting on the folders on the floor.

"Well, that's a first." A nearby IT man said. He was kneeling down, trying to unscramble some wires on a nearby computer.

"What is?" Jenna asked.

"Seeing you drop something. You're always so careful with everything. I haven't seen you make a mistake before."

"First time for everything, I guess." Jenna responded nervously. She went to pick up the pen but in the strangest way. She turned herself so her back was to the clueless IT man, and bent over, her pencil skirt rising so far up that her ass was in view.

The beautiful sight was wasted on this man, but he looked nonetheless, finding himself strangely drawn to it. It certainly helped that Jenna kept this pose for more than a few seconds, fumbling with the pen before standing upright again.

"Have a good say, sir!" She said, scuttling away as fast as she could.

Back in his office, James was helping himself to Jenna's purse. Violating women's privacy here in every way was just so much fun. The door opened, and Jenna gingerly stepped back inside.

"Did you do it, bitch?" James asked without looking up at her.

"Y-Yes, daddy..." Jenna said shyly.

Now that was a first. He hadn't met many shy women in Haven. In fact, Jenna didn't seem all that shy herself. Was she concerned about him going through her stuff? She would have said something...

He looked up at Jenna. Her feet were almost pointing towards each other, her head was turned down and to the side, looking at the floor, her cheeks bright red. Did she...know?

"Miss Haze...is there a problem?" He asked.

"No! Nothing is wrong, just...well, it felt...strange letting that man look up my skirt. I know you said it was an important technique to learn! But...Well, I can't describe it. I didn't...I didn't want to let him see."

Incredible. This woman had something that must have been extremely rare to find in Haven. She actually had a small sense of shame! His cock almost immediately stood to attention again. Now he knew what to do with her.

He immediately stepped towards her, reaching out to rip open her blouse. Her tits popped out, the **** he used actually managed to tear off her bra as well. Just as quickly as he exposed her, she instinctively moved her arms up to cover her breasts. She was actually ashamed of letting others see her naked! And she knew so little that she can't even put the words together to say so!

"I think I see what may be holding you back..." James said in a concerned tone."

"What is it, d-daddy?"

A few of the other older executives were taking a break at the water cooler, chatting about recent events.

"I've heard about that. Can't believe he needed to take a break."

"Yes, though that fellow that's taking over from the other branch is rather odd...he hasn't really worked or done anything around here, said all he's doing is observing."

"I wonder if clothing is optional over there. I don't know how well it'd go over...here..."

Miss Haze just walked by them on her way to grab James's some coffee. Her face was somehow burning even more red, doing her best not to use her arms to cover up her tits. Or any part of her at all.

"Oh my...well...I'm not entirely sure why...but maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all..."

Jenna was close to tears. She had no concept of the shame she was feeling, so it was even more difficult to attempt to get over it. She needed to get home as fast as she could so she could rest and wait for the next day, for her boss to come back. She was also still naked and didn't want anyone else to get a glance at her. She was just about to open her door when someone, who had managed to sneak up behind her, pressed a wet, strange smelling cloth against her face. She wasn't sure what was going on, except that she started to feel weak, her eyes going dim and eventually closing...

Jenna came into work the next day, the standing order from her temporary boss not to wear clothing finally over, though she wasn't entirely sure what happened the rest of the day. She fell asleep, she reasoned, and every time she was close to waking up, she'd fall asleep again...she awoke at some point much later in the night, still naked, feeling a bit sore, bent over her car.

"Good morning, dadd- ah, I mean, sir! Sorry, I was starting to get used to calling him that."

She walked into her boss's office, as usual. The old man, fully clothed compared to the observer, seemed to have his eyes glued on the computer.

"Yes, good morning dear. I have to say, I have only known men and women who were in love or married do this sort of thing."

"What sort of thing?" Jenna asked, placing her purse on her seat and walking around to look at his screen.

Her smile almost immediately faded once she realized what was happening. Not because it was someone bending someone else over and shoving his cock into her, no. But because it was Jenna herself, being pounded while **** by her temporary boss. He must have asked someone to film it.

"Oh my...who sent this to you?" Jenna asked.

"I'm not sure, love, but I wasn't the only one. Everyone got it. Everyone in the buulding received an email with this attachment. There was a short message in it explaining that this is all 'sluts' like you are for, being '****'. I may nees to try this out with you sometime."

Suddenly, the IT man from yesterday popped his head into the office.

"Miss Haze, I need to **** you when you have the chance. Tonight, while you're sleeping?"

"W-what?!" Jenna said, just as her boss placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Remember what I taught you, Miss Haze, you need to make a good impression everywhere."

She looked completely helpless, but relented after a few moments.

"Okay, fine...I usually go to sleep at 11, so come by at midnight, I'll leave the door unlocked, though...I don't know how long I'll stay asleep if you do that to me..."