No need for the phone, but use it anyway

Mr. Roberts spoke much more curtly with Claire than he did with Tom. "Ms. Jacobsen, it is not appropriate for you to-"

"Oh, it's okay, Chuck," said Tom. "Let's all go to your office and hear out the girl's grievances."

Claire clearly didn't like being called a girl, but she agreed to go to Mr. Roberts' office. The three of them entered, with the other employees watching intently. Tyler had a "You're gonna get it now!" expression on his face as Tom shut the door.

Once the three of them were seated around Mr. Roberts' large, oak desk, he said, "Now, what are these issues that you'd like to bring up, Ms. Jacobsen?"

The blonde editor smiled very sweetly. "I don't want to be negative. We're all very fond of Tom. He's like a familiar uncle around the office. He bumbles around, does a little work, and each of us have had a turn correcting his edits and making sure they're okay. He's a fixture here! It's just that lately he seems to be receiving a lot of favoritism. It's not fair to the rest of the employees."

She let that hang in the air for a moment. Tom considered speaking up, but decided that it would be better to let his good friend Chuck speak for him.

"Favoritism?" asked Mr. Roberts. "Ms. Jacobsen, remind me, how old are you?"

Claire sat up very straight, her smile twitched a little. "I don't think that's relevant."

"I do. How old are you?"

She cleared her throat. "I'm twenty-five."

"Tom has been at this company three years longer than you've been alive. In the future, when you've put that much time and dedication into a company, will you think having a nice office will be an unreasonable reward?"

Sensing the edge in her boss' voice, Claire proceeded more carefully. "I suppose not. However, Sandy was assigned to me, and then-"

"Is that what this is about?" asked Mr. Roberts. "Are you jealous that Tom got an assistant and you didn't?"

"I earned the right to work with a junior editor!" said Claire.

"Assistant editor," corrected her boss.

She was starting to look nervous and her smile was faltering. "Yes. Assistant editor. I worked late, I handled big projects and I got them done early. I've always done whatever it took to excel! You recognized that by assigning Sandy to me, so it was inappropriate for her to be taken away, just as inappropriate as what Tom has been doing with-"

"Ms. Jacobsen!" yelled Mr. Roberts. "These kinds of childish outbursts are exactly the kind of immaturity that made me reconsider assigning an assistant to you. At this point, I'm not sure if you can even handle the job that you have."

Claire stared at him, completely baffled. Tom had to hold back a laugh.

Mr. Roberts looked over at Tom. "What do you think? Did I promote her too soon?"

Tom shrugged. "Maybe. If she can't handle a more experienced employee having a bigger office than her, maybe she doesn't deserve the one she has now."

"No," said Claire quietly, "it's not just the office. It's all these-"

"I'll trust your judgement, Tom. Should we demote her back to assistant?"

She looked back and forth between the two men deciding her fate, too shocked to say anything.

"Well, I'm not sure," said Tom. "She says she's been working very hard, but I really haven't seen that much dedication from her. Why don't you give me a day to review her record, then I'll give you my opinion."

"Agreed. Ms. Jacobsen, I'll make a decision about your future here at the company tomorrow, after Tom has made his evaluation. That's all for now."

Tom stood up and moved towards the door while Mr. Roberts turned to his computer. The confused woman sat in her chair for a moment, her mouth unconsciously hanging open a tiny bit. She soon recovered, but when she tried to talk, her boss glared at her and she didn't get out a single syllable.

Tom went back to his office, but left the door open. He knew she'd be following him as soon as she collected herself. Claire always presented herself in a polite, professional way, even when she was demanding something ruthlessly. He took the opportunity to open up slack on his phone and message her.

• Claire, are you really willing to do "whatever it takes" to succeed?
• Absolutely. My career is my life.
• That should include using your body.
• My body?
• Yes. You're blonde, pretty, and you clearly spend a lot of time at the gym. Do you think that men find you attractive?
• Yes, a lot of men find me very attractive.
• Sex is just another tool that you can use to get what you want. You should use it when necessary.
• That makes sense.

Tom put away his phone and waited. Soon Claire entered his office, looking mostly back to her usual confident self.

"Knock, knock!" said Claire as she mimed knocking on his open door.

"Hello again, Claire," said Tom. "Please come in. Close the door behind you, I'm sure you want this to be a private conversation."

She hesitated a moment at shutting herself in alone with Tom, but only a short moment. She closed the door and walked around his desk with a smile. She stood next to him instead of sitting down. She was a tall woman, and with any other man, this would be slightly intimidating despite her friendly demeanor.

"Come on, Tom. You're not actually going to recommend that Mr. Roberts demote me, are you?"

Tom smiled back up at her. "I don't know, Claire. I really need to review your work. The immaturity you've shown is a big detriment to the company, and I'm not sure your work is good enough to make up for that."

"I'm not-" She stopped herself and refocused, smiling harder. "I know I have a few... insufficient qualities. I also have a lot of assets for the company! I am hard working, smart, and I get along with everyone!"

"Hmmm. Sorry, I'm just not sure that's enough."

Claire's smiled faded. Her eyes got heavier with the realization that she was going to have to change tactics. She raised her hand to her head and brushed a blonde lock out of her face, then gently stroked her neck, moving her fingers down to pull back her blouse enough to expose a bit of collarbone. "What about my body? Do you think that's an asset to the company?"

Tom was insanely hard right now. He pushed back his chair a bit and looked her up and down, pretending this was the first time he'd seriously looked at her body. "Well, you seem pretty fit. Physical fitness isn't really a requirement for being a good editor, though."

She moved her hands down to her hips, rubbing them slightly as she swayed back and forth. "Isn't there some other way my body could be a benefit to the company? To you?"

Tom smiled, no longer feeling the need to hide his intent. "Hmm. It's hard to tell with those drab clothes you wear. They don't show much advantage to the company."

Claire smiled, but a more seductive smile. Still, there was a hint of the nervousness of someone who had never done this before. She pulled off her cream colored jacket and carefully laid it on Tom's desk. Next came her matching slacks, revealing long, athletic legs. Then she took off her blouse, leaving her in a very functional bra and panty set. She paused for a moment, but Tom showed no signs of being satisfied, so she removed those too.

"Yes, that is a very nice body," said Tom. He generally liked women with bigger breasts, but her figure was an incredible example of toned sexiness. "However, its use to the company depends on what you do with it."

Claire ran both her hands through her thick, blonde hair. "You can fuck me. You can use my body and see how hard I'm willing to work for this company."

Tom was smiling ear-to-ear now. He stood up. "Get on your knees."

Claire knelt down.

Tom unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He held it up slightly and said, "Now lick my balls."

She smiled up at him, her bight blue eyes twinkling. She leaned forward and gave his balls a tentative lick.

"You're going to have to do a lot better than that. That wasn't even an assistant editor lick."

She scooted forward a little bit and started licking for real. She raised a hand to grasp his cock.

"Hands at your sides. You're just licking today."

Claire's face fell a little. "We aren't having sex?"

"No, you're just a ball-licker. Now suck my sack into your mouth and prove that you can at least be a good ball-licker."

Claire struggled to maintain her smile, clearly a little set back by her latest demotion. She recovered and did as he asked, sucking both his balls into her mouth and sloshing them around.

Tom put one hand on her head and jerked himself off with the other. Technically, this wasn't as exciting as actual sex. However, the sight of this Slavic goddess on her knees, sucking his nuts, was as hot as anything else he'd done in the last couple of weeks.

"Oh yeah, that's good. That's really good! Prove your worth to the company, Claire! Prove your worth!"

Tom held his cock up higher and Claire let his balls fall out of her mouth so that she could lick them again. Her tongue moved quickly, coving his balls over and over again.

"Maintain eye contact! Come on, you're a professional, you should know that!"

Claire looked up at him. Her beautiful, blue eyes stayed locked on his as she cleaned his sack.

Tom could feel himself getting close, so he pulled away from her and pointed his cock at her face as he jacked off.

"Get ready, it's time to see the results of your work!"

Claire closed her pretty blue eyes and smiled. Tom plastered her face with his sticky load. It made one long line, from her forehead, across her closed eye, and down her cheek. Then another little spurt came out onto her other eye. Tom grabbed her shoulder and leaned on it, panting hard.

They stayed like that for a minute, Claire unable to move or even open her eyes as Tom regained his breath. When he'd finally recovered, Tom zipped himself up and sat back in his chair. He turned to his computer and started going over the changes that Sandy had made to their current project. "You can clean yourself up now. There are tissues on my desk.

Claire could only open one eye halfway, so she had to fumble around a little to find the tissues. After she'd cleaned off her face, she silently got dressed again while Tom worked. When she was done, she did her best to strike a sexy pose and asked, "So, was that good enough to keep my job?"

Tom made her wait as he finished typing a note. Then he turned to her and said, "Hmmm. Yes, but only barely."

She breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, you still need a reminder of your proper place at this company. I'm going to recommend that Chuck move you into a smaller office. The one I used to have should be perfect."

"Oh, okay," said Claire. She didn't like the idea of working out of an office that was basically a converted closet, but it was better than a demotion.

"And don't expect to be getting an assistant any time soon. You're going to have to earn that."

"Okay, yes."

Tom's tone became stern. "Yes what?"

She was standing and he was sitting, but she didn't seem as tall as before. "Yes, sir."

"There you go! See, respect isn't so hard. Now, I have a lot of work to do, so you'd better get started packing up your office."

Claire nodded and left, grateful that she still had her job.

Tom typed up a message on slack, one that was for the whole company.

• New company rules:
• 1) No trousers for women. Women in the office must wear dresses and skirts that are short and show off their legs.
• 2) Nobody is allowed to quit.