Rebecca, Administrative Assistant - QnA - Part 1

A/N: This is directly inspired by/based on Idontknow12345's chapter, "Amy, stressed student - QnA". Credit for the basic concept goes to them. I've got maybe a few chapters on this theme in mind, we'll see.

It was a slow Tuesday morning at work. Not many calls, and after the all-hands this morning, most of the office had ducked out for an early lunch. The place was nearly deserted. The exception was Mr. Macallan, of course. The district manager took a hands-on approach to business, constantly keeping up with the logistics and service departments and maintaining a solicitous correspondence with our major customers. He took pride in our regional office being the best performing in the company in both sales and retention. He was rarely out of the office during working hours. Which meant, as his assistant, I was here, too.

A scruffy-looking young man in a poorly-fitting suit wandered out of the elevator, carrying a briefcase that had clearly been in a thrift store a week ago. He was unshaven, overdue for a haircut, and awkwardly humming along to a song in his head. Every bit of his dress and his demeanor screamed 'unprofessional'.

He finally noticed my desk, and locked eyes with me, smiling as he came my way.

"Can I help you, sir?" I asked, really hoping I couldn't. Something about him struck me as off.

"I think you can... Rebecca," he said, glancing down to read my name from the plaque on my desk. "I'm Carl, I'm here for a interview, I'm afraid I'm a little early, and... well, weren't you expecting me?"

The way he phrased the question seemed odd, like he knew the answer already. Of course, I didn't mind answering.

"No. I think you're in the wrong place. We're not hiring in sales at the moment... Were you looking for the warehouse?" As if this scruffy-looking boy had a chance getting hired here. We were the top laboratory equipment and specialty glassware supplier in the tri-county area! Even the warehouse team were highly qualified professionals!

He grinned at me. "Certainly not. Change."

"Yes, but I'm afraid the position has been filled. We left a message this morning." We'll keep your resume on file. As if.

"Change."

"No... Ah, I see. Your interview isn't until Thursday." No way Macallan would hire someone who couldn't keep his calendar straight. The boss was a stickler for punctuality.

"Change."

I laughed. "No! we scheduled an interview as a courtesy, but we didn't really think you'd show up!" He actually came! Some people just couldn't take a hint!

"Wow, mean. Change."

"Of course. Mr. Macallan will be ready for you in a few minutes. Take a seat by the elevator and I'll let him know you're here." I gestured to the waiting-room-style chairs between the water cooler and the elevators.

Despite myself, I smirked slightly. I'd been in the room while the boss was screening resumes. He liked to pick one or two, totally at random, out of the 'reject' stack and add them back to the 'interview' stack. He said it was because said he wanted to 'hire someone lucky'. I was pretty sure he was joking.

The young man turned toward the waiting area, but doubled back, smiling. "Actually, I've got a few questions I'd like to ask you, if you don't mind."

That was surprising. This 'Carl' hadn't seemed like the prudent type. "Of course," I responded. "Did you want to know more about the position, or the team, maybe?"

"We'll get to that. First off, Rebecca, how old are you?"

I raised an eyebrow. That really wasn't the kind of question I was expecting. But if he wanted to know, I didn't mind answering.

"Forty-two. If you must know." I'd been working here for eight years now, a little longer than Macallan had been district manager. I knew my way around.

"I'd guessed as much. Change."

"Sixty-Three, dear." I thought about my grandchildren, and my impending retirement.

"Wow, wrong way. Change"

"Seven thousand years, mortal." I longed for my crypt, where I rested between awakenings. Despite living among them for fifteen years, the people of this era was still strange to me.

"Cool, but a little out there. Change."

"Oh, I'm nineteen!" Daddy had got me hired here to 'keep me out of trouble' over the summer break. Work was easy, but I was excited to get back to college.

"Nice, Nice..." he was eyeing me up and down, the way boys usually did. He must have been around my age, or maybe a little older. He was a bit of a creep, but maybe I could talk him into buying the girls and I beer after he bombed his interview.

He paused for a moment. "Say, what's your desk made of?"

What an odd question. I looked down at the piece of furniture.

"Um, Wood, I guess, some kind of particle board?"

"Change."

"Pure gold." Sometimes I shaved a sliver off with a pocket knife when no one was looking.

"Change."

"Glass."

I looked at the sleek, modern piece of furniture, realizing what a great view it gave him of my legs. I watched as the guy shifted to the left a bit so his sight line wasn't blocked by my laptop. Creep.

"There we go! Here's a fun one. What do you usually wear to work here?"

As long as he was just asking questions, I didn't mind, though. This one was easy! I looked down at my simple outfit.

"Business casual, usually a blouse and a skirt, maybe a sweater."

"Right, right. Change."

"Cyber-goth club-wear." I indicated my ruffled microskirt, platform boots, and neon-green fishnet bodystocking. The makeup took a while, but I loved the look.

He stared for a lot longer than was appropriate. "Not bad... but lets fish around a little more. Change."

"Pretty much whatever." I shrugged, looking down at my dirty old hoodie and sweatpants. Why would I bother dressing up for a job I didn't even want?

"Boring. Change."

"Black-tie evening dress, usually a ballgown." I indicated my elegant floor-length dress, and my assortment of expensive jewelry. Most of my paycheck went to clothes and accessories.

"Fancy, but a little stuffy. Change."

'Just ropes and a ball gag', was what I tried to say, but it came out more like "jss- rhbs nna buhg-g." I was still getting used to talking with this thing. My hands and feet were tied behind my back, where the rope suspending me from the ceiling connected to my harness. I didn't need arms or legs to answer the phone, after all!

"Hot. But I'd rather hear your voice clearly. Change."

"Whatever my subscribers tell me to." I gestured at the Cyber-goth club-wear that had won this week's poll. It wasn't my first pick, but it was better than 'sexy cheerleader', which was the runner up.

"Back around to that, huh. Must be fate. We'll keep it." He was staring again. I tried to focus on my stream chat, but most of them were politely waiting for him to finish asking me questions. I unpaused my game of Hades 2 right before he started talking again. It was tough streaming at work sometimes, but BadgirlBecca had a schedule to keep.

"I like the 'voting' angle. Do you run these polls every day?"

Right before I got my headset back on. Fine. "No, just on Fridays," I answered. It was a fun gimmick, but these costumes could be surprisingly expensive. Friday was my most-viewed day of streaming, and that left the weekend to do the shopping.

"Change"

"No, it was just a one-time thing." I thought of the extensive wardrobe of cyber-goth apparel I'd accrued since spring. The poll was a fun way to get viewers when I was starting out, but I didn't want all the money I spent on clothes to be wasted.

"Boring. Change."

"Yep, every day, rain or shine." Since I'd started streaming as DressUpBecca, I'd run a stream and a poll every day without fail. I pointed to my second monitor, where today's poll was running, deciding my outfit for tomorrow. To my chagrin, 'Sexy Cheerleader' was winning. The ever-popular 'Bikini' was a distant second. At least I wouldn't have to buy anything new for that one.

The guy smirked. "Right on, okay."

He turned away, walking towards the water cooler. This time he seemed to mean it. Finally. Of course I didn't mind answering questions, but I should really be paying attention to my stream.

As the strange young man filled a cup from the water cooler, I slipped my headphones back on. "Alright everyone, thanks for waiting," I announced in my warmest streamer-voice, smiling for the camera. "Thanks for the five dollar superchat from StevGH_99, 'Don't worry about us, we get you gotta answer that guy.' Thanks, everyone! If only you could be so understanding when I had to take actual work calls! Kidding, kidding."

I tried to get back to my regular business of totally fumbling my best Hades 2 run in days. I'd barely made it through two more rooms when that guy, Carl, who I thought I was done with, came wandering back up to the desk. I paused my game again.

I didn't even try to hide the irritation in my voice. "What is it this time?"

If this was something- and I mean anything- other than more perfectly ordinary questions, I was going to lose it!

"So Rebecca, how's your sex life these days?"

Whew, okay.

I'd rather he left me alone, but at least it was just more questions. At least he wasn't doing anything creepy.

Not that I was proud of the answer. If I'd had some heads up, I'd have taken this one when I wasn't streaming.

"Honestly? Not great. My stream schedule takes up a lot of my time, and I spend most evenings shopping for clothes or planning my outfits. Doesn't leave a bunch of time to meet people. It's been months." I awkwardly glanced over at my stream chat. I was embarrassed to have shared that particular detail with hundreds of complete strangers. Other than Carl, obviously.

greaseGoblin86: hey! don't blame us

BBRushK: I'll take care of you lol

deejaylawndart: theres pride in your work and then theres insanity... take care of yourself gurl

They were... having fun at least. I realized the stranger, Carl, was leaning his head over my desk to read the chat on my second monitor. He was chuckling to himself. I looked up at him, expectantly.

"Sorry, sorry. Change."

"Pretty good, I guess. My boyfriend Danny takes care of me at least once a week." I glanced nervously at chat. I usually tried to keep from mentioning Danny on stream.

BBRushK: RIP my chances :(

deejaylawndart: daniel mentioned -> chat implodes lol.

ronald_mcbongald: lucky guy im jelly

As expected. I probably lost a couple dozen regular viewers by sharing that.

The strange man looked up from his phone. He seemed preoccupied. "Change."

"Awful! Mistress is punishing me... for coming... before her! I've been locked up.... for weeks!" I was breathing heavily. I knew from the stream camera that the desperation was written all over my face.

I lifted my skirt to show him the silver-colored chastity device under my fishnets. Mistress had expertly kept me on edge for eighteen hours of each day ever since, using the remote-control vibrator locked inside me. When she turned it off for the night, I'd collapsed in frustrated exhaustion every time.

BBRushK: luv to see u squirm lol :3

Night_Mistress_Jessica: I have **** but to be firm with you, Rebecca. How else will you learn?

greaseGoblin86: lol tell her NMJ

They'd been taunting me the whole time. Of course, the humiliation was part of my punishment.

The stranger smiled, still looking down at his phone... was that my stream chat he was watching?

"pretty good, maybe we come back around on that. Change."

"Um, it's not? I'm saving myself for marriage." I reached up to show him the promise ring Danny had given me after graduation, but he didn't even look up from his phone before saying "Change."

"Pretty good... My girlfriend Jessica... is taking care of me... right now!" I was leaning back in my chair and breathing heavily, one hand caressing Jessica's ear, the other stroking her long black hair. My game of Hades 2 was abandoned on the **** screen.

BBRushK: luv to see u squirm lol :3

deejaylawndart: hey u still playing hades

greaseGoblin86: is that why you're acting like that??? we need an under the table cam >:)

Sometimes I kidded myself that they were here to watch me play video games.

Carl stepped back to get a good look under the glass-top desk, past my computer and stacks of business documents. Jessica had her face inside my skirt, my fishnets torn aside to serve my sensitive pussy. Her simple red sweater and black slacks were a strange compliment to my voter-selected club-wear, but I thought she looked beautiful down there.

"That's the one." The stranger smirked. He sat down on the floor, looking directly under the desk, so that the only thing in between him and my pussy was Jessica's head. I was almost offended, before I realized he was just going to ask her a question.

"So, Jessica, do you do this often? Under the desk at work and all that?"

My relief that he wasn't getting down there just to stare was tempered by my disappointment when Jessica pulled her mouth away from my pussy to answer him. I was so close! Jessica turned to face him, her mouth glistening with my juices.

"No, of course not. It's Becca's birthday, and the office is almost empty. The risk makes me so horny, but I wouldn't even think of it if there were more people here." Despite being a 'birthday gift', it was obviously more for her than for me. Even so, I loved my slutty exhibitionist girlfriend. I moaned as she resumed tonguing and sucking at my clit.

"Change."

"Once or twice a month. We have an... understanding with management." I thought back to the time I walked in on Macallan with his mistress while his wife was waiting downstairs. We definitely came out on top in that arrangement. I got my vacations approved, and he looked the other way for Jessica's little indugences. Every few weeks, if I was working late or the office was empty, she'd show up with her little black dress and fishnets, and I would pretend not to notice her for as long as I could. Usually, it wasn't long. I loved my freaky little exhibitionist girlfriend.

Carl looked thoughtful for a moment. "I think I'll push it ...Change."

"Yep. Every day at eleven thirty. Doctor's orders." I tried to focus on my stream as Jessica went back to her lunch. It had been hard when Jessica's condition started to develop. We'd spent weeks in and out of the hospital, in appointments with specialists we were still paying for a year later. Eventually, we got the news. for the foreseeable future, she would need to eat my pussy instead of food, three meals a day. At least the office was understanding. Most of them found a reason to leave early at lunchtime. It had gotten to be routine, but at least she was enjoying herself. I certainly wasn't complaining.

Carl glanced up at me, then back at Jessica. She was quickly bringing me closer to the edge with her well-practiced tongue. Workmanlike.

"Not bad, but... where's the passion? Change."

"All the time, whenever Becca wants it. I live down here."

I fidgeted lovingly with Jessica's collar. It was the only thing she was wearing. It was difficult sometimes, dating the office pet, especially when she took the position so seriously. I took her home on weekends, and out for walks twice a day, but besides that, her whole world was the floor of the office: a food and water dish, an expanding collection of toys to keep her entertained, and the oversized dog bed under my desk to sleep in at night.

I ran my fingers through her hair as she lapped at my folds, her practiced rhythm bringing me back up to the edge of climax. I was so proud of her. Jessica was living her dream. She had studied hard through four years of college to land this job, and she genuinely viewed being a naked, obedient sex pet as her calling in life. She had confided in me once that she had used my work laptop to watch TV at night. It took me a minute to realize she only told me so I could discipline her. I wondered if she still remembered how to walk upright.

I bit my lip, holding back a moan as she expertly held me on the precipice. At the same time, she edged herself with her favorite vibrator. Technically, it was her duty to service anyone in the office who needed it, but most of the team respected our relationship enough only to call her over if they were really, really pent up. My pussy had become almost Jessica's full time job, and her main source of entertainment during the work day, and I was all too willing to let her practice any time. After all, stimulation was important for a pet. Plus, chat loved the show.

"Mmmmmm..... Good... girl......" I groaned loudly as she pushed me over the edge, keeping her rhythm through my third orgasm of the day. At the same time, she kept up her steady, unrelenting stimulation of her own pussy. Even if it was just me, her pride wouldn't let her cum without permission, or speak English without being spoken to, until at least the regularly scheduled lunch hour. Such a loyal pet.

Jessica had slowed down to let me ride the crashing waves of my orgasm. I was breathing heavily, and gently petting her head. This was my routine: Get to work, get my pussy expertly worshiped into a soul-shaking orgasm by the naked lover under my desk, and stream video games until I was ready to go again, or until Jessica got bored enough to **** the issue. Repeat until lunch, repeat until five, repeat until Friday, when I could take her home for the weekend to pamper until Monday. Sometimes, rarely, I managed to get some actual work done. This summer job hadn't turned out that bad after all.

"So.. Is it enough?"

I stirred from my reverie. Jessica was lapping lazily at my juices. I realized Carl had asked me another question. "Sorry?"

He clarified. "Is Jessica enough to satisfy your libido?" He was smiling widely.

"Of course! She's so eager to please, I go home satisfied every day. I'm the luckiest girl in the world!" Jessica giggled in pleasure at the praise. She retired to her bed, patiently waiting until I was ready for her again.

"Change."

"Honestly? Its too much for me. Once a day would be plenty. I try my best to keep up, but it's exhausting." I took a long pull of my Gatorade, feeling short on electrolytes. Jessica whimpered at the criticism. "I'm sorry babe, you know I do this because it's important for you, but sometimes I need a rest." She crawled off into her dog bed to mope.

"Change."

"Just Jessica? I love her, but no. The girls work in shifts to keep me satisfied!" Jessica leered jealously at Evelyn and Robin, who were warming each other up in the pets' enclosure. Carol and Bethany were sleeping in their kennels, preparing for the night shift, while Amber gazed at me longingly from hers. I ruffled Jessica's hair lovingly. "But you know you're my favorite, don't you baby! Yes you are!"

Jessica went back to work on my needy folds, still burning with desire mere moments after my eighth climax of the day. The stream chat started placing bets on how long the next one would take. She was starting to run out of steam, but her expert technique made up for it, for now. If I didn't **** her to switch out at lunchtime, she'd happily keep me coming until she collapsed from exhaustion. I loved my jealous little fuckpet girlfriend.

We took good care of the office fuckpets, and, in their own way, they were almost like real members of the team here. Carl was staring in amazement at the kennels. "Wow. I mean wow." He surveyed the stable of hot, naked pussy on display. I smirked. "Yeah, I get why you'd want to work here." I finished another room in Hades 2 as Jessica sucked on my clit.

"Well, yeah. We're keeping that. But I was kind of going for something specific." I blinked in confusion at that remark. "so, I guess, are they enough for you?"

"Having my pick of the best stable of smoking-hot full time fuckpets, taking turns to eat me out on a near-continuous basis?" I pretended to think about it. "Yeah, I'd say I'm doing alright."

"Change."

"Oh... No... God, no... It's never enough. It's never enough. Oh! Ohhhhhh... Mhhhnnnnnnnhnn." I gripped two handfuls of Amber's silky red hair as she brought me down gently from the day's eighteenth, nineteenth, and twentieth orgasms. The vibrator nestled deep inside me kept me from becoming too **** to think in the brief moments while she caught her breath. Jessica was sprawled out limply in her dog bed, recovering with a bottle of Gatorade. She was smiling widely.

Carl wandered off for a minute. As Amber started to bring her pace back up for another round, he refilled his little paper cup at the water cooler, and pulled up a chair in front of the pets' enclosure, sipping his water as he watched Mandy and Evelyn sixty nine each other. That was a little rude; they were highly trained professionals. He didn't work here! If he was going to watch he should at least tip!