Deal with Amanda

Promptly at eleven Amanda knocks on your door frame. "You wanted to see me, Mr Chandler?"

"Yes Amanda come in and sit down," she smiles and without being told, shuts the door and sways to a seat. She's wearing a blouse with the top two buttons open, and leans forward to show you the swellings of her breasts.

"I'm so glad you wanted to see me, Sir. I'm so eager to please you....Master," she breathes.

"You're ambitious, aren't you Amanda? You want a better position with the company?"

"Mmmmmm, I would. I'd like any position you wanted to put me in...Master."

"I have a meeting with a client this afternoon. I need an assistant to handle charts. I normally take one of my primary staff, but they're busy today. How would you like to fill in?"

She looks momentarily bemused, then smiles. "You mean it? I thought you just called me here to fuck me. I mean, I loved being fucked by you, but you're really going to give me a chance at something else?"

"That's right."

"Oh wow...yes I'd love to. What do I have to do?"

"Turn charts on a flipboard when I tell you, look pretty, smile the clients, do what you're told. It's just a start but I think it's just what you need."

"Thank you so much! I won't let you down, Mr Chandler."

"I'm sure you won't. The meeting is at two. Take some time to review these notes, make yourself pretty, and be back here by one-thirty. The meeting is at their office. We'll take a cab."

"One-thirty, perfect. I'll be here. Um... Do you want to...fuck me now."

"Let's see how things go at the meeting, Amanda. You have some notes to review, and I have things to do. Maybe this afternoon, if you do well."

"Yes sir...Master. I'll do my very best," she says, standing.

"I'm sure you will Amanda," you say as you watch her swaying out of the room.