How do you want me, sir?
Dressed in my white blouse, and black skirt? Are my heels high enough? My stocking seams straight?
Are my silk panties white enough, tight enough? When I stand on the steps to take down your journals, am I showing the right amount of thigh? Can you see them when I'm filing the letters away?
And, speaking of letters, am I needed for dictation, sir? I have my pad and pencil ready, my black-rimmed glasses in place, just as you like them. I've sharpened my pencil, my pad rests on my knee. I'm all ready for you. Shall we begin, sir?
I know the other girls talk, sir, but it's just petty jealousy. I work for a powerful, charismatic man, the head of the company. I look up to you, sir, and respect your every wish.
Do you like my hair up, sir, is the bun severe enough? Does it make for a professional image? Is my make-up just so for you? Too much lipstick? Oh, I see, maybe a touch more.
Will you need me tonight, sir? The overseas clients- the wining and dining? Showing them that you are in control- of everything, sir.
You'd like a coffee, sir? No problem at all. I must ensure not to get water on my blouse, you know it makes it transparent. The lace on this bra would be visible. I strive to be careful, sir, I truly do. Here, I'll place it on the desk in front of you.
Do I have too many buttons undone, sir? Too much cleavage on show? Of course, it's just it was a little warm in here, but I understand. Less is more, sir. Everything as it should be.
Please, tell me sir, how do you want me?
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