Prologue
“Please have a seat, Martin. The director will be with you in a moment.” With that, the
director’s executive assistant smiled, spun on her heel, and walked briskly back toward
her desk in the outer office, her high heels clacking on the dark green slate floor, the
door closing softly behind her.
I gazed around the office, but the word ‘office’ didn’t do it justice. It was like
something out of a magazine. The room was at least thirty feet long and twenty feet wide.
Two entire walls were floor to ceiling glass with a breathtaking view out over the city.
The green slate floor continued throughout the director’s office, the furnishings sparse
and ultra modern, with several large abstract paintings and vases of fresh cut flowers
adding splashes of color. This elegant twenty-third floor office was warm and inviting in
spite of the expanses of cool glass and steel. It spoke of understated style and
confidence, not to mention wealth and power.
I had no idea what I was doing here. And I was really starting to freak out…
This morning, it was a Monday, I had arrived at my office running a little bit late;
understandably, I thought, although I was in no position to explain or to let on about the
discomfort I felt. My own assistant, Susan, was waiting for me as I got off the elevator.
Susan was a very attractive thirty-something, about my height, with ash-blond shoulder
length hair and jade-green eyes. She was super efficient and had been indispensible to me
over the past few years. She was wearing a pretty silk print A-line skirt in a bold,
geometric pattern in shades of mauve and pink, and a matching mauve twin set, with the
sleeves pushed up to her elbows. She smiled as she gave me a once-over. “Don’t you look
nice today! There’s something different about you – is that a new cashmere sweater?”
“Yes it is, thanks. I wanted to look good today in case the new Managing Director
decides to drop in on us.” I smiled, as I tried to deflect the question. We worked for
Blackstone, Inc., a privately held company which owns a number of different upscale retail
store chains, including their premier chain, also called Blackstone; which, as you are
probably aware, is a well-known high-end menswear store. Our office, in which I’ve worked
for several years and where I was now a manager, was responsible for store layout and
design. Since we were more-or-less a ‘back-room’ group, we were allowed to wear
business-casual, although that meant ‘dressy’ business casual, if you know what I mean.
Blackstone’s owner, Mr. Leland Calvert Blackstone, or L.C. as he preferred to be called,
was somewhat of a recluse, as was his inner circle, all family members. We rarely saw any
of them; directives were generally transmitted through their immediate staff. But things
seemed to run smoothly; the company was doing well, and the pay and benefits were above
average, so we didn’t worry too much about the boss. We had a good team; he stayed out of
our way, and we stayed out of his. That might seem unusual, but it was just the way things
were at Blackstone.
But today, things might be different. We had recently heard that L.C. was retiring, and
another family member was stepping into the position of Managing Director. We didn’t know
who it was, but we presumed it would be one of his sons or his younger brother. Office
gossip was rife with rumors and speculation; but, really, nobody knew anything.
“Well, it’s a good thing that you’re looking sharp today because the new Managing
Director wants to see you in his office in the Blackstone Building downtown. He has a car
and driver waiting for you down in front right now!” Susan said, slightly out of breath,
her eyes a little wide. “Do you know what this is about?” she asked.
“I haven’t a clue!” My stomach felt queasy. Today of all days! This had never happened
before to the best of my recollection. “What did he say?”
“Actually, his Executive Assistant made the call, and she didn’t say what it was about.
She sounded serious.” Susan looked a little worried, which wasn’t helping me feel any
better. Why did this have to happen today!!??
The impeccably dressed driver of the jet-black S550 introduced himself as John and said
“Good morning,” but not much else. I figured there was little point in asking him what
this was all about, as it wasn’t likely that he would have been told anyway. I brooded as
he worked his way through the morning traffic. I was acutely aware of many unfamiliar
sensations and discomforts, and I hoped they wouldn’t be noticeable during this meeting,
whatever it was about. As far as I could recall, in the whole time I had worked for
Blackstone, no one I knew had ever been summoned to see the director. I had never even
been in that building before, and now suddenly this… God, what lousy timing!
When we arrived downtown at the Blackstone Building twenty-five minutes later, I was met
in the lobby by a tall, cool looking blond, in a slim black skirt, a cream-colored silk
blouse, and heels. She shook my hand in what I thought was a nice grip for a woman, quick
and firm, but not too hard. She said her name was Katherine and that she was the
Director’s Executive Assistant. Her looks were more fashion model than secretary. She
ushered me into a private elevator that took us straight to the top floor executive suite.
As we arrived on the twenty-third floor, she turned to me and looked me up and down. She
gave me a slightly amused smile and asked if I needed to ‘freshen up’ first. I lied and
said I was fine. Then I thought that maybe she was trying to tell me something; but, by
then, it was too late to change my mind without looking indecisive, but… “Then please come
this way,” she said as she turned and started toward a large door. Get a grip!
As I waited, I continued to gaze about this magnificent office. Am I in trouble? Has he
somehow heard about what happened? I shuddered. Am I getting fired? But, if I was getting
fired, I would have expected to be called to the HR Manager’s office, or to my
supervisor’s office, not this! I wondered what the hell I was doing there. What was this
really about? I heard the door behind me open…
“Hello, Martin.”
My breath caught in my throat as I turned, but the room kept on turning, tilting at a
crazy angle, and then everything faded to black as I fell to the floor.
Chapter One
Two days earlier…
My heart was pounding as we parked the car in front of what looked to be a very nice,
upscale home located in a quiet, somewhat secluded residential area. I had expected there
to be more cars since this was supposed to be a costume party, but ours was the only car
there. Maybe we were just the first to arrive…
“Okay, get out and go to the door. I’ll be right behind you,” my girlfriend Janet said
with a bit of an edge in her tone. She knew I was dreading this, but I had the impression
that she was secretly enjoying every moment of my discomfort. Heaving a big sigh, I
gathered up my skirts and petticoats and gingerly stepped out of the car while
concentrating on not losing my footing in those high heels. At the same time, in spite of
the embarrassment I was feeling, I could feel my frilly costume touching every square inch
of my freshly shaved skin, and on some level, if I was being honest with myself, it felt
strangely thrilling. But there was no way I was going to admit to that!
This had all begun one day a few weeks earlier at Janet’s house. Janet was a curvaceous
thirty-something, with a terrific figure, dark green eyes, and gorgeous waves of
coppery-red hair cascading down past her shoulders in thick waves that you just wanted to
get lost in. I had moved in with her a month or so earlier. That day, she had gone out to
run a few errands. I had recently become fascinated with her new black silk and lace
panties. They felt so cool and soft and slippery when I pulled them off her lovely ass the
last time we made love. Now I just couldn’t get them out of my mind. I really wanted to
know what they would feel like on me, so I pulled them out of her dresser drawer, took off
my pants and underwear, and slipped them on. In seconds, I developed the hardest cock I’ve
ever had, and the feelings were so intense that a wave of dizziness washed over me. I lay
down on her bed and was very gently stroking my cock through the panties, hoping I could
manage to contain myself and not soil them.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” I practically jumped out of my skin! Janet
was standing in the bedroom door with her jacket still on and shopping bags in each hand.
I was stammering, and I couldn’t even think of what to say I was so embarrassed. She
turned around and left without saying another word. I quickly took the panties off and got
dressed. There was still no sound from the living room, but I figured that I would have to
go and face the music sooner or later. With my face still burning in shame, I went to the
living room and sat down across from her.
“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. Those panties reminded me of you, and
they were just so nice, and…”
“Shut up! I know why you doing that. Seeing the condition you were in, I can see that my
panties obviously turn you on. So, you can have that pair now, but stay away from the rest
of my things from now on. Is that understood?”
I was so relieved, and so happy at the same time. I got up and gave her a big hug and
whispered, “Thank you,” in her ear.
“Well, go put them on and you can model them for me,” she said, her tone a bit softer
now. I did as she asked, and the evening ended with some of the most intense lovemaking we
had ever had. I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
Over the following couple of weeks, I wore the panties several more times, and I
couldn’t believe how nice they felt. Then one day she told me that she had been invited to
a costume party by a coworker and that she wanted me to go with her. Costume parties had
always seemed like a pretty childish sort of thing to me. The idea of getting dressed up
in some goofy outfit rented from some smelly little shop somewhere didn’t thrill me. I
guess I let her know I wasn’t interested.
“Actually, I think you should go as a girl. I can take care of your entire costume and
all the details,” she said. I could see she was really getting into the idea.
“I don’t think that’s a such a great idea…” I began, but she cut me off before I could
say anything more.
“Look, you panty-wearing wuss! This is really important to me, and that is how I want
you to go. If you don’t, I’m going to tell all our friends that you like wearing my
panties! Now, what do you have to say about that?!”
“Well, are any of our friends going to that party?” I stalled, but I knew I was screwed
already, and I knew that she knew it too.
“No, none of our friends will be there. Just some people from work and, as you know, we
don’t socialize with them very much anyway.” She smiled with satisfaction because she knew
I had to cave.
And so today, Saturday, I had kept my schedule clear as Janet had instructed, although I
wondered why she needed me for the whole day. After lunch, she told me to head straight
into the bathroom where she had drawn a hot bubble bath. She handed me a pink razor and
said, “I want you to go in there and shave your entire body. When you’ve done everything
you can reach, call me and I’ll come and check your work and do your back.”
“What do you mean, my whole body?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“I mean, your WHOLE body! Legs, arms, chest, butt, back, and Brazilian! The whole damn
thing! Now!!”
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