Drinks!

"We both had a pretty exhausting day, wouldn't you say?" - I whisper in Erica's ear, still holding on to her. The difference was that her day had been awful, full of with math and frustrations while mine had probably been the most sexually thrilling day of my life, which also happened to have drained most of my energy. Not that I was complaining. Either way, little Erica didn't need to know about that, did she?

"Ugh... the worst."

"What do you say we relax a little? I think we earned it. Go on, make yourself at home. Mi casa, su casa." - Erica then drops her backpack by the side of the sofa and sits down, massaging her jaw.

"You ok, darling?" - I ask, worried Erica's mouth was too sore. - Too sore to continue sucking cock, that is. - Of course, I worried about Erica, too, she was a sweetheart. I didn't want the poor girl to be in (too much) pain.

"No, I... it's just a bit... sore." - She tries to minimize her discomfort, trying to be a good secretary. I loved the fact that we hadn't discussed what that meant, so that would probably leave Erica guessing all night, which was good news for everyone. Well, mostly me.

"Proof that you worked hard! One more reason for that drink! Celebrate a job well done! So... what's your poison?" - I ask on my way to the minibar. Erica just looks at me, speechless. - "Not interested? Well, I'm gonna have a nice dry martini... you sure you don't want anything?"

Erica keeps staring, doubtful until she finally speaks. - "I, er, I don't...."

"You've never had a drink before, have you?"

"No, I... just some sips of mom's wine..."

"Well, then today's your lucky day, young lady. Pick anything. Anything you want and I'll make it for you. Time to pop that **** cherry!" - I joke, as Erica remains quiet. - "You really have no idea what to even ask for, do you?"

"No..." - She admits, embarrassed.

"That's alright, darling, this is what tonight is all about. New experiences, right?!"- It wasn't, but whatever. - "Don't worry, I'll fix you something amazing, I promise." - Excited to start her in the world of ****, I think something sweet and sour is the way to go, so I decide to make her a strawberry lemonade vodka. Pretty safe bet, I'd say. - "You, miss O'Keefe, will be having a... very special lemonade..."

Excited, Erica bursts out. - "Awesome, I love lemonade!"

And something tells me you'll love this one even more... - I think to myself, grinning. I make sure she gets a healthy dose of vodka and a lot of syrup to mask it. It tastes pretty damn good, actually. Thank god for my days as a bartender in college. - "Here you go, m'am. Enjoy!" - I say, handing her the glass and sitting down next to her. And, boy, does she enjoy it. The girl chugs that whole glass in a matter of seconds. For a light-weight, she's seriously enthusiastic. Great news.

"Oh my god, Mr. Archer! This is amazeeeeeeng!" - She tells me in the most teenage of ways.

"Did you like it, dear?"

"Love it! Oh my god! Now I understand why people drink so much..." - She didn't, but it was still funny to hear.

"That's awesome. And you know... you can have as many as you want..."

"Really?! Then I'd..." - She begins "ordering" almost immediately.

"Provided you continue to be a good secretary." - I finish, cutting her off.

"Oh..." - She frowns for a second. - "Haven't I...?"

"You have, darling. I think your jaw is proof of it." - I say, petting her face. - "But a secretary's work is never done. Why don't you go freshen up and we'll see about getting you into a proper office outfit?"

"Proper office...?"

"You're my secretary now. And as such you must wear the appropriate attire for work, right?"

"Yea, I guess... but wh..."

"Good! Now, get to it. Second door on the left."- I explain pointing at the corridor.

"But... I didn't bring any towels, Mr. Archer. Or clothes..."

"Don't be silly. You're my guest. Try the blue closet in the bathroom, top shelf. It's full of towels. Just use any of those." - I finish my explanation with a soft push on Erica's ass, purposely "forgetting" to mention anything about her uniform. She flinches but doesn't complain, like a good girl. Maybe the quick intake of vodka is also to blame.

Erica stays in that bathroom for good half hour while I set things up on my desk. Even though it's the last thing on my mind, I still need to correct the fucking exams for Monday. She comes out with one towel wrapped around her hair and one around her body. Smiling, she walks into the living room, still drying her hair. - "That shower is amazing, Mr. Archer! The massage jets!" - She hums, smiling a little too much for a half-naked teen at her teacher's house.

"I know, right? That bad boy cost me a pretty penny but, it's so worth it..."

"Man, I wish I could shower like that every day..."

"You can, you know?"- I add, with the sleaziest of smiles. - "My door's always be open. Shower door, that is."

"Hahah, Mr. Archer, you're so silly! Mom would kill me if she even knew..."

"Hey, hey! Today's about you, right? Your choices. Your life. Forget mom. Today it's about Erica, the new secretary!"

"Yeah! Fuck parents!" - She yells, unexpectedly.

"Hell yeah! Partaaaay!" - Erica's clearly tipsy already, so it's time to act on it. - "Now... back to business, miss O'Keefe. While you were in the shower I did some thinking. About your attire, that is."- Making a posh face, I continue. - "I reviewed the office's policy and it seems your official uniform can vary from day to day. And I'm in charge of deciding each time. Fascinating read, truly."

"Oh... and what is it... today?" - She carefully asks, very afraid of my reply.

"Good question, Mr.s O'Keefe. First you need to know that your attire will directly affect how many points you get, however." - Finally hearing the magic word, Erica reacts. That's what she was there. But I was gonna make her work for it, oh yes I was. - "You see, miss O'Keefe, today is your first day, and first days are vital to show your commitment to the company." - Erica's now staring at me, seriously listening to every word. - "You now work here, and this is a professional environment. But we don't need to be pompous about it. It's important that you to feel as comfortable as I feel in my own home. So... for today, you'll be able to choose one out of four possible attires, each with their perks and costs."

"The first look is a classic secretary look. I'm talking bra and panties." - Erica's too naïve for this, which only turns me on more. She probably thought I had some kind of actual uniform waiting for her to wear. Naturally, her eyes bulge out and she swallows dry. I pretend not to notice and carry on. She was in my house, she was about to follow MY rules. And I wanted to have some fun.

"The second look: a baggy t-shirt plus panties." - Her jaw drops.

"Third outfit: no t-shirt, just you in your lovely panties."

Silence is all I get now.

"And finally, the last option: which is miss O'Keefe's birthday suit!" - I end my little speech on a high note.

Erica's face is a mix of awe and disbelief. She just stares at me, still wrapped up in my towel, speechless.

"Well, miss O'Keefe?"

"I... er, I'm... not... wait, didn't you say something about points?" - She keenly observes.

"Right you are! Each option has its advantages... some more, some less..." - I say walking towards her. - "Option one will earn you another delicious vodka lemonade! Option two will earn you a lemonade AND any shot of your choosing at any given point in the night! All you have to do is ask! Option three will entitle you to another lemonade, any shot you want AND half of a point in the finals! And option four will earn you two lemonades, two shots and a FULL POINT in the final exam!"

The choice is yours, miss O'Keefe, what will it be?"