Cheerful Secretary

"You're going to be my secretary, Melinda." May's eyes widened, something like annoyance filling her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Director, I must have misheard you, what did you just say?"

"I said that you're going to be my secretary." Grant repeated, grinning. She absolutely hated the idea, or at least, she did right now.

"Director, with respect, what the hell are you thinking?!" She slammed her hands down on the table in front of him. Grant didn't flinch.

"Melinda, don't pretend. You know that you want nothing more than to be my secretary. You thing the idea of walking around dressed like a slutty secretary is the most arousing thing in the world. You love feeling inferior to me, being underneath me, having your whole job be about obeying me."

May lifted her hands off the table, blushing slightly. Was it that easy to see through her protests? She put on a front, but deep down she got off on the idea of serving others, obeying them. Being a secretary was the modern ideal of that fantasy for her. How had the Director seen that so easily?

"Y-you're right Sir," she said, looking away as her blush deepened, "I'd love to be your secretary."

"I can see that, Melinda. After all, you're already dressed like the most stereotypical sexy secretary in the world." In an instant, May's clothes shifted. She had been wearing practical, combat ready clothes. Now, she had the tightest pencil skirt on, a silk blouse that was nearly see-through, revealing a black lace bra that pushed her breasts up and displayed them proudly, high heels that she wouldn't have been seen dead in five minutes ago, and stockings which crawled up to her thighs. Her hair was longer, but done up in a loose bun, almost like a 60s beehive.

"I've always been told that you should dress for the job you want, Director." Melinda said, feeling sexier and more aroused than she ever had in her life. Her deepest fantasy was coming true. She could feel herself getting wet as the skirt and heels made it nearly impossible to move in anything but short, swaying steps.

"Now remember Melinda, you're a secretary now. Secretaries are always cheerful and helpful. They're positive, they're sexy. And if anyone asks, you're happy to fulfil any sexual fantasies that someone might have. In fact, you'll go into every interaction seeking sex. You're a secretary slut, for men and women."

Melinda nodded, a bright smile on her face. She was always happy to give people what they desired, especially when what they desired was her.

"Your desk is right outside my office." it hadn't been two seconds ago, but it was now.

"Thank you so much Sir, I'll start right away." Grant smiled as Melinda May sashayed out of the room, convinced that she had just got her dream job, that she had always had a desire to serve people, and that she wanted to fuck everyone she met.

He did good work.