Saved by the bell.

With an electronic ding, the lift opens and a rush of people leave along with your unidentified groper. Turning around to hide your bare ass, you try to work out how you're going to fix your skirt with both your hands occupied. The handrail seems your best option and you try to push the hem of your skirt down but it's smoothness defeats you. As you try to work out if you can hold the muffin bag and the coffee in one hand you feel a tap on your shoulder.

Looking up you see the lift doors open and your Daddy smiling at you. “Come on sleepy. Time to get to work.” He says with a laugh.

Following Daddy into the office you hope that he will stop at the reception desk so you can fix your skirt before anyone sees. Instead he says hello to the receptionist without breaking stride and keeps walking. You hurry after him, struggling to stay upright in your heels.

As you totter through the large open plan office, your ass bare for anyone to see, you hear whispers following you. Your face grows hot with embarrassment as you catch a few words, Ass, slut, skank, whore.

You feel the shame of being publicly exposed like this like a stone in your stomach, but at the same time you feel a warmth growing deep in your pussy and a growing dampness between your lips.

Why are you so turned on by this? What would Granny say? Good girls don't get horny from showing off their bodies for anyone to see.

As you pass through the outer door of Daddy's office you feel the eyes of the room on your back and quickly scoot around to your new desk and put down your breakfast. You quickly reach back and fix your skirt so that you are presentable again. Thankfully Daddy doesn't seem to have noticed. And he has continued on into his office and is now sitting at his giant desk. “Come in here kiddo.” He calls through to you and when you step in he gestures to a chair opposite him. Sitting opposite Daddy you realise he is sitting higher than you and has an excellent view of your cleavage. His eyes are drawn down to the exposed flesh, barely contained by the straining sheer fabric, your nipples pressing out, a soft pink visible.

As you try to think of something to say to fill the silence uncle Tony comes into the room carrying a manilla folder.

Uncle Tony is one of Daddy's oldest friend's and not actually related to you. He heads the legal department at Daddy's business. Being unmarried with no kids of his own he has taken on the role of a favourite uncle. You can remember him as part of your earliest memories, at Christmas and such. He always gave you really good presents and let you have a sip from his beer when your parents weren't looking.

Uncle Tony sits in the chair next to yours and smiles in that warm way he always has with you. Putting the folder down in front of you he kisses you on the cheek, lingering a little longer than you are comfortable with. “Hey kiddo.” He says. “Your Daddy wanted me to put together a contract for you. Take your time and read it through.” He pats you on the knee.

As you open the folder, you feel uncle Tony’s hand stay on your knee and squeeze your exposed flesh. You aren't sure how to react to this intimate act. Normally you would push a guy's hand away and follow up with a slap to his face, but this is uncle Tony. You love uncle Tony and he has always looked out for you. Also the air-conditioned room is a bit too cold and his warm hand feels so good on your cold leg. You guess it would be best to just let his hand stay and hope he doesn't push any further.

You read through the front page. Nothing exciting, just your personal details, next of kin, that sort of thing. Uncle Tony has already filled this in and you just have to sign at the bottom. The next page appears to be the front page of your contract. It seems fairly boring and you skim over it. 1 year contract… Wages to be paid upon completion of the contract, that being a fully paid stay at the college or university of your choice up to or including postgraduate work… 24/7 availability…

You turn the page and se its your role written out. ‘The employee will complete any tasks in addition to those listed in appendix A to the satisfaction of her immediate supervisor.’ Looking to the back you see the mentioned appendix is a list of requirements.

It is a long list going over several pages. Some are fairly normal, taking the minutes at any meeting Daddy attends, collecting Daddy's lunch, things like that but mixed in are some more worrying ones. ‘The employee shall ensure all body hair below the neck shall be removed by waxing ing at least once per week. The employee shall ensure she is dressed in a manner that pleases the eye of anyone who may look at her.’

These are all a bit much but understandable, when you get to the next page you feel butterflies in your tummy again. 'The employee shall provide for any sexual needs of those specified by any manager in the corporation. The employee will not require the use of condoms in any of her duties.’

You wonder if it might have been better if Mummy and Daddy hadn't been so sex positive with you. Mummy had made sure you had a prescription for the pill when you were 12 and let you have boys in your room. Now it looks like you are going to pay for that understanding.

After those requirements, the rest is not so bad. You can't change your appearance without manager permission, you have to ensure your office space is perfectly clean and ordered and so on.

After reading through the whole contract, you look up at Daddy and uncle Tony who are both looking at you with what you only now realise is desire. Squeezing your thigh, Uncle Tony explains that by having it all written out, you were also protected by the contract so that they have to obey its requirements.

The contract is a bit much but you already told Daddy that you would follow his plan. How bad can it be? You can lay there and let some old guy get 30 seconds of pleasure while you think of Ryan Reynolds. Can't you?