Meagan rode the elevator down to the lobby but couldn’t get her mind off her last view of the secretaries’ office floor, those two red circles between the desks. She strolled across the floor towards the door and didn’t even hear the man at the reception desk wish her a good day. As she neared the doors to the outside she saw the black town car parked there with the driver standing beside the back door. He opened the door as she came out and slid into the backseat.

Meagan sat there as the driver got in, thinking about what had happened upstairs. She had never had any of the boys in college have that kind of control over her. When Richard had her stand in the red circle she felt a shiver of realization that she was going to do anything he asked.

When she had started stripping it scared her but not the fear somebody would think. The fear she felt was that he would stop. She couldn’t believe how wet the whole thing had made and just sitting there in the car thinking about it was causing her to feel the dampness return.

She broke out of her thoughts as the driver got in. She stared at him in the rearview mirror and decided he was kind of sexy for an older guy. She guessed he was somewhere in his forties at least. As the driver pulled away she slid over into the center of the back seat and leaned forward, poking her head between the front seats.

“Hi, never got your name earlier. I’m Meagan,” she said to the driver.

“Yes Miss Lewis, I know who you are or you wouldn’t be in my car,” chuckling as he said the last. He went on to say, “I’m Max, Mr. Whit’s personal driver.”

“WOW! Really, he sent his personal driver to get me?”

“Yes mam, I do all of Mr. Whit’s personal driving duties. He likes people that are dependable and for that, he treats us really well.”

“Well Max, I might just be on that short list as of Monday. He offered me the job as his executive assistant.”

“Congratulations Miss Lewis. He only interviewed three others. I thought it would take him longer, but than again he goes with his feelings about a person most of the time.”

“Really Max, he only interviewed three other people before me? Where they all like me or different? Also, call me Meagan please.”

“I really shouldn’t say, but since he offered you the job, why not? The first was an African American girl, probably close to your age and sexy like you.”

That caused Meagan to blush a bit and she punched Max in the arm saying, “You probably think we are all sexy, Max.”

“Well most are, but some like you are beyond sexy. Excuse me for saying that Meagan.” Max said in a low voice.

Meagan reached out and ran her hand over his cheek and said, “No problem Max, Thank you for the compliment.”

Max turned and looked at her as they stopped at a red light and Meagan thought to herself, ‘He is sexy for an older guy.’ But she wasn’t sure if it had as much to do with his looks or her extreme horniness after the interview with Richard.

They continued to talk about the other applicants as they headed towards her place. She was surprised that the third applicant had been a young guy that she had gone to school with. She didn’t tell Max that she had recognized him by Max’s description. She wondered if Richard had them all strip like her. She really wondered what that said about Richard if he had the guy strip. This was something she’d need to ponder.

They pulled up in front of her place. It wasn’t exactly the nicest place, but it was cheap and that is all she could afford right now. Max stepped out and walked around the car to open her door for her. As she stepped out, she made sure to flash lots of leg to Max.

She wasn’t sure why she did what she did but she was asking Max, “Would you like to come up for a drink, but I guess you need to get back to Mr. Whit right away?”

Max, really not wanting to say no, had no choice. He was expected back at the office soon. He said with an extreme amount of disappointment in his voice, “Sorry Meagan, I do have to get back and change cars to get Mr. Whit for the night.”

Meagan was disappointed as well that she wouldn’t get to see how fit Max was under his suit said, “That’s okay, Max, if I take the job we’ll be seeing each other again, I’m sure.”

Max smiled at the last because Meagan just didn’t know what she would be signing up for coming to work for Richard. “I’m sure we will Meagan. Bye for now and I hope to see you Monday morning.”

Max walked back around the car and took one more glance at Meagan, disappointed he wasn’t going to get to sample that before Richard probably would, got in and drove off. Meagan stood there for a minute longer thinking about Max and a lost opportunity to scratch the itch she had inside her right now.

She walked on into her building and trudged up the stairs to get to her apartment. Opening the door, she walked in and dropped her messenger bag on the little table that passed as her dining room table. Before walking away, she grabbed the envelope out of it that Gladys had given her before she left from the interview. She walked over to her couch and flopped down on it.

Taking out the note inside she reread it,

‘My lovely Meagan,

This is for you to go shopping with for work clothes if you choose to come to work for me. Be as sexy or business as you like, but please no pantyhose.

If you choose not to come to work for me, take this as a token of my appreciation for today.

I hope to see you Monday, I have so much to teach you and you have so much more you can learn.

Richard’

She just sat there holding it, reliving the moment in the conference room with Richard. She knew as well as she was sitting there, that if he had asked her, she would’ve stripped completely bare for him. After that, his wish would’ve been her command. She suddenly realized she was disappointed he hadn’t stripped her bare. She has never had a man treat her like that nor did she think she would ever let a man control her as Richard had today, let alone make her as wet as it did.

As she sat there contemplating all that went on, she could feel herself becoming wet again. Shifting on the couch, the wetness of her pussy was very noticeable to her. Deciding she needed to do something about her condition before she could think clearly, she got up, dropped the note and envelope on the couch and headed for the best room in her little apartment, the bathroom. It had a large antique tub that she could just soak in for hours.

She stopped by her bedroom just long enough to kick her shoes off, slip out of her skirt, whip off her camisole and slip her bra off. She left everything in a pile on the floor, walking into her bathroom, still wearing her thigh high stocking and her purple panties. Standing in front of her mirror, she could see her panties had not dried a bit since dressing in the bathroom at Richard’s. She moved her hand down to the wet spot, running her fingers over the material, feeling just how wet they were. She sighed as her fingers traced over the wet panties, hiding what she knew would be her swollen and excited pussy.

Finally breaking herself away from the mirror she went over and started the water in her tub, making sure it was nice and warm. She poured in some bath oil beads that always made her skin feel so good as she soaked. After reaching in she splashed the water around to get the beads to dissolve quicker. Then she slid her panties off before sitting on the edge of the tub and slipping her thighs highs off. She always left these for last as the feeling of having them on was always exciting to her.

Once completely nude, Meagan slipped into the warm water in the tub. She let the water run until it covered her as much as it could. Scooting down, she could submerge her entire body except for her long legs, which she bent at the knees. Relaxing in the scented water, she started replaying the day again in her head.

Seeing Richard for the first time and her physical reaction to him. Then his stripping her without being demanding but insistent she does as he asked. Then finally standing there for him to see and touch in her bra, panties, thigh highs and heels. When he ran his hand to her pussy and slipped a finger between her folds, she felt as she would cum right then if he had asked her too.

She could feel the tingle in her body building as she relived the moment. Almost with a mind of their own, she had a hand cupping a breast, playing with the nipple as her the other slid to her pussy. It stroked her outer lips and ran its fingers over her clit. Meagan’s breathing had quickened to these actions.

Finally, slipping a finger into her pussy, she started to push it in deep and pull it out to rub her clit before pushing it back in. Wanting more, a second and third finger was slipped into her pussy. She was pushing them deep and curling them as she withdrew them to feel them along her inner pussy. She loved that sensation of her fingers dragging along inside of her.

She moved her other hand from her nipples to her clit as she shifted in the tub. Encircling her clit with two fingers, she started to stroke and pinch it as she increased the pace of her fingers in and out of her pussy. Feeling that slow build of her approaching orgasm, Meagan increased the pressure on her clit and really started pushing her fingers deep as she could in her pussy, dragging them out as she would push them in hard again, over and over she went. She had been so excited today, she knew the much-needed orgasm would be quick in coming but sorry in a way it would be.

Suddenly and overpowering her orgasm flashed through her body. She clamped her legs around her hand shoved deep within her pussy as the first wave of her orgasm hit. The follow-on waves of her orgasm did lessen the feeling of the first, but drove her into a moaning mass, releasing the need she had felt most of the day. Finally, as the sensations subsided she found herself curled in the tub, her legs pulled into her belly and her hand still clamped between them.

Relaxing, she pulled her hand from her pussy. Even with the wetness of the water, she could still see the glistening of her own juices on her fingers. Settling back into the tub again, Meagan relaxed, letting the post orgasm feelings drain from her body. With her head resting against the tub, she closed her eyes. It wasn’t long before she was drifting off to sleep.

Waking a short while later as the water was cooling around her, Meagan decided flipped on the hot water, careful to keep it from her legs. As the tub warmed again, Meagan reflected once again on her day. Once she had warm water again, she grabbed the washcloth and started working it over her body. She slipped each leg up on the edge of the tub to run the washcloth along them, feeling these were still one of her best assets.

Slipping the washcloth along her thighs until she was at her pussy. She was surprised to find her pussy was still a little sensitive when she ran the washcloth over it, knowing she must still be excited to be this sensitive. Finally finishing the chore of washing up and doing her hair, she stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel to dry off with.

Meagan slipped on her robe and padded back out to the living room. She picked up the note and the envelope and dropped them on the table. Deciding she needed time to think, she called a girlfriend and made plans to go out that night. The rest of the day was spent making plans and getting ready for a night out with the girls, the note, the check and the decision of the job pushed aside for the time being.

~~~ Saturday and Sunday ~~~

Meagan slept in late on Saturday morning after a late night with the girls. Waking in her bed, she rolled onto her side and thought about the job. She had discussed some of what happened with her best friend last night over drinks but had not shared everything. She had told her about the check, but not about being stripped or her excitement over it. She wanted the job but was unsure of what may lay ahead with Richard. This both excited her and quite frankly scared her.

Lying there a good while, thinking it through, she finally made the decision that was eluding her. Rolling over to the edge of the bed she sat up and thought to herself, ‘I can’t pass this up for the money that is offered. I can handle anything Richard throws at me; besides he is a good-looking guy.’ With her mind made up, Meagan got out of bed with a plan in her head, now the decision was made. First thing was to go shopping and thankfully, because of Richard, she had the money to afford that.

Deciding to skip the tub this morning, Meagan went to the shower with a brief stop at the mirror. She saw a woman staring back at her with a bright future. Standing there, she shrugged out of her nightgown, letting it drift to the floor. With a quick appraisal of herself, face excited, hair is still too long, everything else pretty much what she saw every day she stood there. Wasting no more time she jumped in the shower, ran through it and was off and running quickly getting herself ready to go put the plan into action.

Meagan’s first stop was her local bank to deposit Richard’s check. Before she could reconsider, she signed it, handing it over to the teller.  The teller put it through the system and handed Meagan back her deposit receipt. Meagan looked at the receipt and realized that was the most money she has had in years at one time in her account.

Her next stop was an upscale lingerie shop. Meagan went through and picked out matching bra and panty sets. Then found a few garter belts, although she didn’t wear them often. Finally, she settled into the stocking area. She selected mostly thigh high hose in various shades of colors and designs. She picked up one pair that was a tight fishnet in black and almost put them back, but instead placed them in the basket she was carrying. Back at the checkout she just about fainted when the sales clerk totaled up her purchases. She was very thankful for Richard’s generosity, no matter the reasons behind it.

Walking out of the lingerie shop Meagan hailed a cab and she was off to her next place. This is the way Saturday went for Meagan. She went and found dresses, shoes and even found some beautiful overcoats for those nasty days. Her final stop of the day was at the hair salon she always used. Deciding she wanted a new look for the new job. So, she had her hair trimmed and styled to be just at her shoulders. When the stylist was done, she was delighted with the look. Back in the cab and home, she went. The cab driver was an older man and was the perfect gentleman helping her carry all of her packages up to her apartment.

Meagan spent the rest of the weekend organizing her wardrobe and spending time with her girlfriends. She had them all over on Sunday to help her pick out what she was going to wear Monday morning. They all decided on a simple black dress. When they finally left Meagan Sunday evening she was both excited and exhausted. Crawling into bed earlier than normal, she set her alarm to wake up an extra thirty minutes early to give her self-plenty of time to get ready.

~~~ Monday Morning ~~~

The alarm ringing its head off woke Meagan to her new adventure at ‘Whit Management, LLC’ and her new boss Richard. She slid out of bed, standing and stretching her tall frame to its full height before moving onto the bathroom making her normal stop at the mirror. Self-appraisal this morning took on a whole new meaning for her. She loved the fresh look of her haircut and was very happy with the package she presenting this morning. So off to the shower she went.

Getting out of the shower, she dried off and left her hair wrapped in a towel. She went to her closet and pulled out the black dress and laid it on her bed. She then went to her panty drawer picking out a sheer pair of black bikini panties. It was a pair she had bought yesterday while shopping. They had a solid front panel that was almost see through and the back was a delicate mesh that left nothing covered.

She moved on to her bra drawer and pulled out the matching bra to the panties. It had a solid panel under the breast are to support them, but across the top was the same type mesh that was in the panties. This left her nipples exposed. Continuing on to her stocking drawer, she pulled out a pair of medium shade thigh highs to wear. To finish off the outfit, she pulled out a pair of three-inch black heels in a shiny satin finish.

Having her outfit assembled Meagan slipped on her panties, loving the feel of them on her skin. Still topless she went back into the bathroom and started doing up her hair in the new style from the salon. Moving onto the makeup she was finished in a short time. Walking back out to the bedroom, she glanced at the clock and saw she still had almost an hour to make it outside.

Sitting down on the bed she picked up the thigh highs and one at the time slid them up her legs. Standing she made sure they were smooth and pulled fully up. She grabbed the bra and slid it on, doing the old female trick of turning it backward to hook it. She slipped it around to fit the right way. She slid the bottom of the bra cups up under her breasts and took each of her C cup breasts and fitted them into each cup.

With a little adjustment, her breasts were snuggled into her new bra. As she knew they would, her nipples stood out prominently in the bra. Reaching back to the bed, she picked up the dress and carefully slid it over her head and let fall down her body. It had a small hidden zipper on the side to snug it up and Meagan tugged it up, adjusting the dress to fit perfectly. Finally slipping her feet into her shoes, she walked back into the bathroom. Meagan stood at her mirror and decided she looked perfect for Richard.

Meagan hadn’t even realized she had never thought whether she was dressed perfectly for work, but rather she was dressed perfectly for Richard. She knew her life was going to change with this job, but she still had no idea how much yet, but she would learn as time goes by.

Glancing at the clock in the bedroom, she saw it was time to go. Gathering up her messenger bag and purse, she headed for the door. Pausing just a moment before closing the door, she finally shut it heading for a new chapter in her life. She quickly descended the steps until she was looking out the front doors at the street.

She walked on through the entryway and was slightly disappointed when Max wasn’t standing there. Instead, there was a much younger guy in a black sports coat, black turtleneck, and black pants. She looked him up and down, deciding he was quite a good-looking guy.

“Ms. Lewis may I presume?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m Meagan Lewis,” she answered.

“I am Andy your assigned driver. I will take care of any of your transportation needs during the day and get you back and forth to work.” He opened the back door to a beautiful small Lincoln SUV for her.

“Thank you, Andy, but please call me Meagan, will you?”

With that, Meagan slid into the backseat and settled in as Andy closed the door and went around to get in the front. He pulled away from the curb starting Meagan’s first day of her new job.

Meagan’s heart beat a little faster.