Whatever It Takes

Whatever it takes

Hannah was desperate for a promotion at work. She knew it wouldn't be easy, several colleagues were far more experienced, but she was willing to do whatever it takes. That included brown nosing her snooty bitch of a boss Ms. Grayson.

Ms. Grayson had a reputation as a hard ass, and Hannah was a little intimidated whenever she was called into the 40-something year old woman's office.

At 24 Hannah was a bright eyed junior but eager to step up into a management role, so she had pleaded with Ms. Grayson for a meeting, turning on her charm and even flirting a little with the older woman after hearing a rumor the older manager might be gay. Hannah certainly wasn't, with a long term boyfriend, but she was not opposed to wiggling her ass a little to get her way. Still, she was nervous, she didn't want to mess up this chance to give the career a real jump start.

Hannah walked into Ms. Grayson's office at 5:30pm as the rest of the office emptied. She walked past her office friend Lara's desk, who ushered a 'good luck' Hannah's way as the girl walked by.

At 5:31pm Hannah knocked on Ms. Grayson's office door, and heard the curt response.

"Come in."

Hannah slowly opened the door to see the woman at her desk, dressed in a very formal business dress, no cleavage showing, skirt to her lower thigh, hair tied up in a bun. Ms. Grayson was all professional. Hannah opted to wear a floral summer dress, letting her cleavage show a little and the shorter hem revealing her toned thighs (something Hannah was proud of).

"You're late, sit down while I finish this report."

Hannah went to argue that it was only a minute, but thought better of it and sat there, fidgeting as doubt crept in as the woman ignored her. 'Whatever it takes Hannah, you got this' she mentally told herself.

When Ms. Grayson finally looked at her Hannah felt those ice blue eyes penetrating her soul.

"Well, what is it girl? I'm very busy with this hiring for a new team manager."

This was it, Hannah thought, her little speech all prepared.

"I'm... um... here actually about that. I've got great people skills, I'm always getting my work done, I have a track reco-" Hannah was cut off just as she was finding her feet with the conversation.

"Oh please spare me the drivel. Hannah isn't it? Look, I need someone with experience, but not only that, someone who can follow my instructions to the letter. It's vitally important and you couldn't even turn up to this meeting on time."

Hannah held back the tears, she had to be strong, even if this wasn't going how she wanted it to. "I- I can follow instructions... and - what I lack in experience I make up for... in enthusiasm." Hannah was desperate to salvage this, and in a last ditch attempt she pushed her chest out, hoping the woman might at least be bi and find Hannah's breasts appealing enough.

To Hannah's surprise Ms. Grayson's glare softened. Maybe the older bitch was a dyke after all thought the young girl, who put on her best pleading face.

"Hmm. I'm not sure. But, I am willing to give you a chance. I am throwing a party tonight, with myself and a few of the big clients. If you can turn up, follow instructions and show me some of that... enthusiasm, I might be willing to consider you for the role." Ms. Grayson looked Hannah up and down as she said this, seeming to admire the younger woman's body.

Hannah couldn't believe it, had her plan worked? Only a tiny bit of flirting, she could handle a party, wooing clients was second nature, the girl was filled with fresh hope.

"Oh yes, of course, whatever it takes Ms. Grayson"

"We shall see" said Ms. Grayson, with a wicked grin. "Be at my address at 8pm sharp tonight, you can get it from my secretary. Now scurry along girlie, and wear something... enthusiastic." The woman winked at Hannah as she enunciated that last word.

Oh god, thought Hannah, she really is gay, but she was prepared for that. Whatever it takes, that job would be hers, but she gulped at the thought of this woman leering over her.

Hannah rushed home and prepared, wearing a black dress that came down to her thigh, it was incredibly revealing, cutting a low cleavage and leaving plenty of Hannah's leg on show. She would have to be careful bending over so as to not reveal the lace knickers she had on underneath. Touching up her makeup she called a cab and headed to Ms. Grayson's house, determined not to be late.

Hannah pulled up at ten to 8, paying the driver she slipped out the cab, holding on to her dress to avoid it riding up, and knocked on the door.

Ms. Grayson opened it and looked the girl up and down, her stare almost predatory. The woman was dressed incredibly different, her auburn hair down, with a sleek red dress that hugged her figure, and her cleavage on full display. Hannah's jaw almost dropped as she noticed the thigh high red leather boots the woman was wearing and had to compose herself seeing her boss wearing this... overly sexual outfit. Hannah feared she might be getting in above her head.

"Well girl, get in. I did say 8pm sharp, so you're going to have to do better than this start if we are going to consider you for a new role, early is not much better than late, when I expect you to follow precise instructions."

That bitch, thought Hannah - she's clearly on a power trip, but Hannah bit her tongue. "Yes Ms. Grayson, sorry." It was all Hannah could muster as she hurried inside after the host.

The start of the evening went by fairly non-eventful. Hannah was a bit miffed that she was being treated like a servant though, having to fetch Ms. Grayson and her guests (mostly CEOs and directors of her agencies clients) new glasses of wine or champagne, taking coats as they arrived to hang on the rack and generally just stay close to Ms. Grayson as she shmoozed her guests. Ms. Grayson did allow Hannah a few drinks, but was specific about the wine the girl could drink, and would watch intently to ensure the girl finished it quickly to return to her duties. At 10pm, Hannah was at least feeling a buzz from the glasses she had been allowed to consume, but she was permitted (or rather, forced) to drink more as the party settled in the spacious lounge area, many of the guests now seated, with ice buckets of champagne prepared so she no longer had to top up wine every 5 minutes.

Once Hannah had brought out the last of the champagne and checked the guests were happy (why were all the men and women leering at her? Was her dress really that revealing?), Ms. Grayson pulled Hannah aside in the master bedroom upstairs, before leaving for a moment. Hannah heard muffled cheering from downstairs before Ms. Grayson returned.

"You've performed well enough tonight Hannah, but I don't think you are ready for the duties the role requires. So you are free to take your leave for the evening." Ms. Grayson was dismissive, and Hannah felt deflated. How could this woman use her as a servant and then just dismiss her? This bitch, this nasty old woman. Hannah felt her lip tremble. The alcohol now coursing through her veins gave her the confidence to say something, even if she wasn't sure what to say. She needed this promotion, she had come too far now not to leave with it.

"No please, give me a chance, I am ready for the duties I promise. Whatever it takes, please."

Ms. Grayson took a step closer to the girl, her stature towering over the shorter, younger girl.

"Perhaps I do have a role for you. Should you wish to undertake a performance appraisal right now. Should you at any point back out, I will see your resignation from the company on my desk tomorrow morning. I have plenty of reasons NOT to employee a tardy girl like you, let alone promote one. Especially after that mistake on the Gamble & Mason contract that cost us thousands."

For Hannah things were going from bad to worse. Ms. Grayson knew about the mistake, somehow it had been traced back to Hannah, even months afterwards. She couldn't afford to lose the job. The wine made it so hard to think, what could a performance appraisal mean? Right here, in the woman's bedroom, Hannah had a pretty good idea.

If it meant she got to not only keep her job, but also get a new role out of it, could she do it?

Whatever it takes, Hannah silently reminded herself.

"Okay... I'll... do it." Hannah said, her lip trembling.

Ms. Grayson brushed aside the hair from Hannah's cheek, her lips inches from Hannah's face.

"Good, now strip." Ms. Grayson sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze boring into Hannah, who began to slowly undress.

"Make it sexy" said Ms. Grayson in a disappointed tone "Remember this is a performance review"

Hannah took the hint. She closed her eyes, imagining it was her boyfriend on the bed, swaying her hips as she unzipped the dress, peeling it off while bending at the hips.

"Good girl" whispered Ms. Grayson as she admired the curves on the girl as her flesh was exposed, and Hannah could not help but blush.

A wooping cheer from downstairs broke Hannah's concentration, and she looked at the door.

"Don't mind them, I've provided them with their usual entertainment, they won't disturb us" reassured Ms. Grayson.

Hannah's head was buzzing from the wine, she willed herself on, knowing now what was at stake. Ms. Grayson had to remind her she wanted everything gone, and so the bra was unclasped, and Hannah leaned over to allow her boss to ogle her supple breasts. Hannah wasn't sure if it was the wine or just her managing to think of her boyfriend, but she could feel an arousal in her growing, even if it was a performance for her boss. With her knickers left she stepped close to Ms. Grayson, turning her back to the old pervert and bending over - giving the woman a good view of her shapely ass as she jiggled it... letting the lace panties fall to the floor as she stepped out of them.

Hannah turned around and caught a gasp in her throat at the sight of Ms. Grayson, legs now lewdly spread, showing off her own matching red lace underwear, a clear wet patch in the crotch, a well manicured finger deftly rubbing up and down the material. Hannah blushed, brought back to the reality by the sight before her.

"My such a natural, I think we might have a role for you after all Hannah." Ms. Grayson purred this hungrily, as she eyed the young girl up and down. "Now my feet do so ache from these boots. Do be a doll and remove them so you can massage me properly."

Hannah dropped to her knees obediently, glad to be given a less sexual task to perform. One after another she unzipped the boots, and once both were off she began to rub her hands over the sole of Ms. Grayson's left foot, focusing on it in an attempt to ignore the rest of the woman's body that seemed so aroused for her.

"No dear, use that pretty mouth, I want to feel that tongue." The woman wiggled her toes invitingly. Hannah could smell the sweat from hours of being trapped in leather, but the thought of losing her job spurred her on, and for the first time in her life she licked someone else's foot.

Ms. Grayson was now barking orders quickly under her breath, Hannah unable to ignore the woman's hand rubbing at her own crotch as the young girl followed the orders, sucking on toes (with matching red nail polish naturally), licking along the bottom of Ms. Grayson's foot, and kissing, soft sensual kisses all over.

When both feet were worshiped to a satisfactory level Hannah looked up again, and immediately regretted it. The perverted kinky old bitch was holding a phone in one hand, filming the younger woman's submission, while her other hand was occupied rubbing through her panties.

"mmm darling that was wonderful. Don't worry your little appraisal footage is just between us two, so long as you keep up your performance." Ms. Grayson winked at the girl. "Now close your eyes and open wide, I have a present for you."

Hannah obeyed, and felt the slimy digits of the woman enter her mouth, coated in the woman's arousal from her masturbation.

"Suck them clean Hannah, there's a good girl." Hannah blushed, her chest turning bright red at the new commands. Hannah began to mentally prepare herself for what was surely to come, as the woman removed her fingers, wiping them on the submissive girl's cheek.

Hannah went to close her mouth but was quickly chided "ah ah I didn't say to close your mouth silly, that wasn't your present. Eyes closed." Hannah obeyed.

The next thing she felt was the metal being forced into her mouth, and she let out a gargled gasp at the steel instrument now forcing her mouth open, as the ring gag was then secured around her head.

"mmm perfect, now sit on the bed while we finish getting you ready." Ms. Grayson helped Hannah to her feet, before placing her on the bed. The woman then walked to a wardrobe and pulled out a long length of rope, before returning and quickly going to work securing Hannah's hands behind her back and then roping up the girl's body, making a harness that secured the girl so her arms were useless and rope now dug into her exposed pussy, a knotted thread rubbing against her sex with every movement. Hannah let out a soft moan, which caused Ms. Grayson to smile.

"Wonderful, such an obedient little thing aren't you Hannah. I do look forward to seeing how much more enthusiasm you can bring to the team."

Hannah knew what that meant. This was not to be a one off. Could this woman just use her to get off and be done with it already?

As if reading her thoughts Ms. Grayson pushed the girl back off the bed, holding a length of the rope now secured to Hannah's body.

"Of course, I would be a terrible boss if I didn't ensure that anyone applying for a new role got the full approval of the clients she will be... serving." Ms. Grayson let the sentence hang in the air as Hannah's alcohol fuddled brain processed it and a look of fear swept over her. Surely... she couldn't be serious. Hannah was now beginning to panic, trying to think of a way out of this, but there was no reasoning while gagged. Sure she could kick up a fuss, but she knew that would just end in her unemployment, and now this woman had videos too. Hannah did nothing, as she was lead from the relative safety of the room she once feared the most entering, to the stairway, where she could now hear the group of 10 or so clients downstairs apparently still enjoying themselves even without the host.

Hannah was lead to the doorway of the lounge by Ms. Grayson who kept the girl just out of view, pushing a firm hand on the girls head until she knelt on the hard wood floor.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am glad to see you are enjoying the entertainment provided, but I must interrupt for a special announcement" Ms. Grayson seemed to revel in the dramatic, leaving a pause as eyes turned to her from whatever the entertainment inside had been.

"As you know" she continued, content she had the room's attention "my oh so compliant secretary is leaving at the end of the month to join our good friends at Reticule Harmonics" this was met by a chorus of playful boos and jeers.

"Not to worry though, I am sure Ms. Parker will be happy to arrange a few parties of her own for those who miss my dear juicy Lucy's company" with this Hannah recognised the voice of Ms. Parker, global CEO of Reticule Harmonics reply with "but of course" to which the group let out more cheers and applause. Juicy Lucy... is that what Ms. Grayson called her secretary Lucy Mears? Hannah was beginning to panic at what she might see in that room as her head began to put two and two together.

"Fortunately, I've managed to find a wonderful replacement... and I must say she's even dumber, more eager and sluttier than little Juicy down there. So please, give a very warm welcome to my new slave slut secretary, Ms. Hannah Robinson!"

Hannah's world was spinning as she felt the rope tug into her skin. As she hobbled into the room to stop from toppling over, the jeers seemed almost distant as her head felt dizzy. The sight of her boss' secretary Lucy Mears naked save a collar and leash, a toy buried in her bottom, as she serviced Steve Linton, Director of Linton Travel's throbbing cock with eagerness, not even turning to see Hannah enter, no doubt so well trained in her service from years of parties like this one.

Hannah felt Ms. Grayson's scarlet coated lips next to her ear and the whispered commands made her shake.

"See little slut, I found the perfect little role for you, as my secretary and fuck toy. You're going to keep our clients happy tonight, and then, if you do a good job you can keep me happy later. If you're a very lucky girl you'll come in tomorrow morning to see a new contract on your desk for your new role, replacing Lucy when she leaves next month. Who knows, if you manage to keep yourself from being fired I might just keep all your little secrets safe until I sell you on like I did with Lucy, understand?"

Hannah nodded, tears welling in her eyes as hands began to grope her and she fell down next to Lucy, looking up at the woman who she was about to replace, just as the girl coughed and spluttered, gagging on Mr. Linton's cock as he came. Lucy pulled back, trying to swallow as Mr. Linton laughed, watching poor Lucy cough, his cum dripping from her mouth as she gasped for air. A small puddle splattered on the floor next to Hannah's face. Before Hannah could react the bare foot of Ms. Grayson was on the back of her head. "Lick it up bitch, if my floorboards end up stained with dirty old man cum you can pay for the replacements.

By now probing fingers (Hannah wasn't sure who's) had found their way into the girls tight pussy, their sensual touches, combined with the humiliating position ignited something dark within Hannah, and even though it shamed her, she grew wet, much to the pleasure of the crowd now gathered around her.

"She's wet, the little slut is dripping" said someone behind her, as a thick rubber toy was pushed into her needy pussy. Hannah moaned, and stuck her tongue out to lick Ms. Grayson's floor clean of the sticky mess as camera phones flashed in her face.

Whatever it takes, Hannah. Whatever it takes.

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