Chapter 1
The summons came at mid-morning, just before my tea-break.
I looked up from my computer terminal where I was typing letters I had just taken down
in shorthand to find the most handsome man I had ever seen standing talking to my
supervisor. I saw her point me out to the young man and then he was striding down the
aisle towards me.
“Miss Friend?” he asked. I just stared up at him in awe. He really was matinee idol
material. He was tall and lean and clearly had a perfect physique. His skin was as
smooth as velvet and his eyes were a warm dark brown. He was also black.
“My name is Tripp Boyne,” he went on. “I am Mr Maitland’s personal assistant. He
would like to see you…”
I think my mouth must have dropped open in shock. Mr Maitland! Our founder and an
almost legendary figure who came and went by helicopter and occupied the top three floors
of our huge tower building, without us ever catching a glimpse of him, wanted to see me!
“I, er, I, er,” I stuttered eventually but he just grinned, turning his already
handsome face even more delightful.
“Come on, young lady. He’s not an ogre, you know.”
“Yes, but…”
“No buts. You will find he does not like to be kept waiting.”
I stood up and my boss, who had now come up, checked my work. “Don’t worry about this,
Amy. I’ll assign it to Jill. You may be gone a while…”
With that strange statement, the ultra-handsome black man in the very expensive,
exquisitely tailored suit led me out of the pool and over to the elevator bank. When one
arrived, he suggested its single occupant let us use it and then, when the doors began to
close, used a key to direct the car up to one of the chairman’s floors.
As we emerged I gasped at the tasteful luxury surrounding me. It was all expensive
wood panelling, tasteful crystal light fittings and the best carpet and furnishings I
could have imagined. I felt rather tawdry walking next to the expensively dressed PA
amidst all this luxury but I felt reassured by his friendly smile.
We entered Mr Maitland’s private office to find an attractive secretary working at her
desk. Opposite it was Tripp’s empty one. He smiled at the secretary and she spoke
quietly into the throat mike I could see on her neck. She smiled and nodded to us. “Go
right in, Tripp,” she said.
He led me into the sumptuous office and now, for the first time, I saw my boss in the
flesh. He really was a handsome devil — and so young-looking! I knew he was forty-five
but he looked no older than Tripp’s twenty-two years — and he was just as handsome as my
escort.
He was tall and lean and with the same smooth skin although his was white, or rather
beautifully tanned. He had my blue eyes but whereas I am blonde with straight, silvery
hair, his was a curly brown. He was leaning against the front of his desk and talking to
another man.
“Ah, Miss Friend, come in. I imagine you know who I am… this is Dr James Corbett, my
personal physician. He will be assisting me in this interview. All right Tripp, thank
you.”
I watched as the handsome young man left the room and then turned my attention to the
billionaire who paid my wages. He leaned there for a few more moments as if sizing me up
—but for what? I am not an assertive person. I rarely take the lead in anything but I
felt this was not the moment to wilt under his gaze and so I returned it, smiling very
lightly as his blue eyes assessed me — for what, I wondered again.
My eyes shifted a little, looking out from the forty-first floor of our building for
the first time to take in the London city-scape while my mind wondered for the umpteenth
time what the chairman wanted of me.
“Take a seat, Miss Friend. I want to talk to you about your future with us here.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I said, sitting in the plush, soft leather armchair he had indicated.
He and the doctor sat opposite me.
“You may not be aware, Miss Friend, that I come and go at odd times during any given
day. I do not spend all day, every day here and may not even come here for a week or more
at a time. It is therefore necessary that I have personal staff to attend me at all
times. You have been assessed as a possible addition to that staff…”
He paused while I stared at him uncomprehendingly. Join his staff? Me? Why me? I
had no special qualifications. I was just one of dozens of typists in the building.
He went on. “The job, if you are eventually deemed suitable for it — and you wish to
accept it, has many compensations but it is also demanding. Extremely demanding.
“On the plus side, your base salary, as my personal secretary, will double. I will
further double that, meaning that you will receive four times what you are currently
earning. In addition, if you please me with your work, there will be substantial bonuses
payable to you on an annual basis.
“On the down side, your personal life would come to an end. I require all my personal
staff to be with me at all times, even to live with me. There will be no days off,
although you will have plenty of recreation. The thing is, what you do, both at work and
play will be at my direction, not your own.
“This regime is hard and so I appoint my staff on an annual basis. Your initial
commitment would therefore be for a single year. If, after that, you wished to go on and
I wished to retain you for another year, so be it. If not, then other suitable work would
be found for you.”
I made as if to speak but he smiled and held up his hand. “Please let me finish before
you say anything. As a member of my personal staff, you would be required to fulfil other
functions. I won’t, at this stage, say what they are, but my friend, Doctor Corbett here,
will, if you consent to this next stage of your evaluation, soon be taking you to his
clinic on the floor below us. He is going to examine you, in what you will think is
extraordinary detail. He will also hypnotise you to conduct certain other psychological
tests to establish whether you are suitable for the life I am going to demand of you.
“Now I know all this must have come to you as something of a shock. Perhaps you need
time to consider if you wish to proceed to the next stage?”
I shook my head. I was in shock, but I also knew I was incredibly excited by what he
had said, even if it meant cutting off my connections with the outside world for a while.
“No, Sir. I thank you for considering me and I am perfectly happy to be examined by Dr
Corbett.”
“Very well. Doctor…?”
We all stood up and the physician led me to a door at the side of the office. This
opened onto a narrow staircase that led down to a magnificent gymnasium to which was
attached the doctor’s clinic. Both areas had been set up without regard to cost and
contained the very best of equipment. I knew this from first hand when it came to the gym
for I was a keen amateur gymnast in my spare time. So far as the clinic went, well the
glass-fronted cupboards around much of the walls contained all manner of gleaming
stainless steel items resting on snowy-white towels and while I had no idea what they were
all for, I knew a lot of money had been lavished on this office.
But there were two areas where there were no cupboards. At these two locations, set
opposite one another, were two huge, floor-to-ceiling mirrors. When I stood between them,
I could see a succession of images of an ever-smaller me, disappearing into the distance.
For some reason, this sent a thrill through and through me.
Once inside the office, the doctor leaned against the font of his desk. I stood facing
him, my face reflecting my uncertainty. It didn’t last long. “Take off your clothes,
Miss Friend. Everything, please.”
I stared at him, but not for long. I had already sensed there were strange — very
strange — connotations to this whole personal staff thing, but I didn’t hesitate. Not
that I am a loose woman, far from it. I wasn’t a virgin but I had only let one of my
boyfriends know me intimately and he had been the one I had truly loved. I had kissed the
others and engaged in a bit of petting and feeling, but apart from that one time, sex was
an unknown quantity to me. In any case, it had left me bruised emotionally for I had soon
discovered all his protestations of eternal love had all been simply to get into my pants
and he had dropped me straight afterwards. I hadn’t indulged again.
Of course I didn’t know what Mr Maitland had meant by ‘other functions’. My conscious
mind didn’t, anyway. Perhaps subliminally, I might have guessed and this directed my
responses. Whatever the reason, I smiled uncertainly and began to take off my clothes.
When I’d had to do this with my regular doctor, he had always provided a screen behind
which I undressed and then put on a robe. This was not the case here. The doctor stayed
leaning against his desk and looking me up and down, not exactly lecherously, but
certainly with an interest which was not wholly clinical. I felt uncomfortable but for
the first time in my life, felt a strange crinkling feeling down at my loins at the shame
that now overtook me. Not that I understood this then, or even really realised what was
happening. I knew I was ashamed and I could feel that delightful feeling but I didn’t
connect the two.
I removed my cardigan and then my skirt, folding both neatly and placing them on the
desk. Then came the blouse, leaving me in shoes and stockings, panties and bra. I
blushed as I realised he was going to watch me remove all four items but I didn’t stop. I
kicked off both shoes and dropped the stockings down over my thighs and legs, rolling them
both up and placing them in my shoes.
Then I had a choice to make. Bra or panties? I opted for the bra first and glanced at
Dr Corbett. Sure enough, his interest was quickened, his eyes staring at my breasts as
they emerged from the cups of the bra.
I have said I was an amateur gymnast and I worked very hard at it. As a result, I was
aerobically very fit indeed. My muscles were also toned as a gymnast’s has to be. I
didn’t know it for some time, but it was this that had prompted the company medical
officer to recommend me to Dr Corbett in the first place. As a result of my hard work, my
breasts were firm and nicely shaped. They weren’t huge melons. Indeed, they were rather
small as breasts go, but their shape was perfect. Exact half-spheres although the nipples
were rather prominent, a thing I used to worry about when I stared at them in my mirror.
“Go on, Miss Friend,” smiled the doctor and, my blush now deepening to a real crimson
(I could see myself in the large wall mirror on one side of the clinic), I put my fingers
into the waistband of my bikini style panties and pushed them down off my hips, adding
them to the little pile of clothes on the desk.
The doctor now walked over to a built-in cupboard situated between the glass-fronted
ones around the walls and brought out a cardboard box. “Place your shoes and clothing in
this, Miss Friend,” he said gravely, not taking his eyes off my body for one second.
I stifled a sob. The act of putting my clothing into a box indicated I was going to be
naked for some considerable time and I didn’t like it much — and yet that crinkling
feeling was on the rise!
Still, however, I had no idea what it was or why it was affecting me so incredibly.
I stood there now, naked and ashamed while the doctor clearly enjoyed the sight of my
body. He was anything but professional about it and yet that weird feeling was still
growing.
And then, to make matters ten times worse, Mr Maitland appeared. Yes, really, right in
the clinic where I was standing in the centre, stark naked — and then I realised the
doctor had been waiting for him.
“Are you ashamed to be naked in front of me, Miss Friend?” the chairman asked softly.
“Yes, Sir, very.”
“Good. I am pleased. Now, it will seem strange to you, but I wish to observe all of
Dr Corbett’s procedures. Do you object?”
I considered it — for a second or two. Yes, I was ashamed, but I now realised his
appearance had kicked the crinkling feeling up a few notches more still. I was just
beginning to understand I was getting off on this shame. “No, Sir,” I said firmly.
“Good. Now this examination is going to take a number of parts, for your usefulness to
me depends on three factors: your skill as a secretary we already know about, but there
are two other aspects. My style of life involves working and playing at very odd times.
I sometimes work through for twenty-four or more at a time and my staff are required to
keep up with me. Your physical endurance to this kind of regime is therefore critical.
And finally, there is your mental and emotional attitude. I have said you will be
required to perform other duties. They will require a very special sort of psyche.
“It needs to be free, untrammelled by social mores; inquisitive, always wanting to
explore new dimensions to itself and to new experiences; tolerant to the nth degree,
unrestrained by prejudice and always willing to see the other person’s point of view.
“Dr Corbett is going to investigate all these aspects of your physical and mental being
and I will be here to watch the results.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said softly, now aware there was a great deal more to this job than the
mere typing of documents — and I thrilled to the very core of my being as I imagined
everything and nothing.
The examination started ordinarily enough. The doctor used his stethoscope to sound
out my internal organs, but then it got down to basics. “Lift you ankles up into the
stirrups, Miss Friend. I am going to give you a full pelvic examination…”
Why this was necessary he didn’t elaborate but what followed was clear enough. I have
had these highly embarrassing examinations before but never one like this! First he
prevented me from bringing my feet down by locking my ankles into the stirrups and my
wrists and neck to the sides and top end of the table. He then wheeled over a steel table
covered with another of the white towels on which rested all manner of weird and
terrifying implements.
I was to have good reason to fear these things for the way he used them, without
anaesthetic of any kind, soon had me moaning in pain. To add to my discomfort, Mr
Maitland stood right beside me, staring down at my naked body, his face inscrutable but I
sensed he was interested in me in a sexual way. He didn’t touch me — not then, but it was
bad enough that he was standing there, both he and Dr Corbett fully clothed, the one
staring down at my nakedness, the other doing unspeakable things to my vagina.
And they were unspeakable, although I will try to describe them as best I can.
First, with his hands naked of the usual gloves (but properly cleaned) he delved into
my quim, feeling about and taking particular care with my clit, rousing it until it was
hard and protuberant. Both of them bent over my body and peered down at it while the
doctor masturbated me to an orgasm that had me straining every muscle in my body — which
was their aim.
But then he used another device, a dual spoon thing, I think it is called a speculum,
that he inserted and then worked the handles to open my vagina very wide. Again he delved
inside and again masturbated me to orgasm — with the same result.
I lay there, as ashamed as I had never been in my whole life but also weirdly
exhilarated by the events so far. One part of me wanted to cry out to them to stop and
let me go; but the other, a far stronger emotion told me to lie back and enjoy what they
were doing to me.
The speculum was removed and replaced by another gadget. This one had four
solid-looking prongs like very thick fork tines except they were not in a row but were
grouped in a square and whose ends were rounded, not sharp. They were curved outwards
slightly at their base and I knew straight away they were going into my vagina.
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