Ashley, the new assistant to Mr Donovan

I walked into the office building, very nervous. Today was ny first big day working for the illustrious Mr Donovan, and I am frankly scared. This man is hugely successful, very wealthy, and this is the best shot at a high end job I've ever had. Being his assistant could be lucrative, but I couldn't fuck it up, I had to make the best first impression I could! I took a deep breath, then knocked on the door to the office.

The door opened, and standing there in the doorway was him. Mr Donovan, 6'3, well built, and with frumpled clothes clearly quickly put on. "Yes?" He asks impatiently, not opening the door fully.

"Oh sir, I.... I'm sorry, my name is Ashley, I'm your new assistant?" I stammer nervously.

His eyes widen, and then on his face forms a smile. "Ashley, is that today?" He looks behind the door into the room, then comes back. "2 minutes." He closes the door in my face. I hear some noises from inside, and then the door opens again, and a girl with smeared makeup walks out blushing. I look at her as she walks buy, and licks something off her lips. My attention snaps back to the door though as Mr Donovan calls out for me. I enter the office, and it’s huge! Gorgeously decorated, and very lavish. I look at you, your clothes still a little ruffled.

“*Ahem* well sir today we have some meetings with important brokers, I was hoping to get ready for them?”

"What underwear are you wearing?" Mr Donovan asks, not looking up from the paperwork infront of him.

The question cuts through the silence and hangs there.

I swallow. "E...excuse me sir?

He looks up. "Your underwear...what type are you wearing Ashley?" The question seems so serious and normal as he says it, as if he had just asked me to get a coffee or make some copies.

"You look tense and uncomfortable so I assume you're uncomfortable with your underwear...I always advise the staff to not wear it and be as comfortable as possible." He looks into your eyes and hold out a hand "Here. Hand it over..." Again the statement seems so natural and normal.

“A g string sir, all of my other underwear was dirty” I’m shocked, uncertain why those words just came out of my mouth. And he wants me to give it to him, that’s absurd? But even as I think that, I’m sliding the g string under my skirt, stepping out of it, walking to him, and placing my underwear in his hand.

He holds it up as if studying it, then while still looking at me, puts it in a drawer and pushes it shut.

"Better now?" He ask looking back at the paperwork. He continues without waiting for an answer.

"Now we have a meeting with Shinjima from Japan, he will be bring his assistants too..." He looks up at me.

"2 young ladies about your age if I recall...how old are you again Ashley?" He asks, his eyes locked on mine again.

I can’t look away from those eyes!

“25 sir”

"25... and just a question Ashley."