Desk Pet - Sex Stories

Desk Pet

... to know what really happened when I took the offer. I certainly didn't show up to work the next day to start the game. My cliet's actual secretary was a formidable b**st. She had no respect for me as soon as I signed the consent form. This was real prostitution. I was stunned how easily she booked me with an elite gynecological exam that would seal my fate. I wanted to cry as she asked about my prior sex history and explained 'the physical requirements' of my new position. That day felt like it wouldn't end. I signed away my soul on so many forms. I was facing a serious lawsuit if I gossiped about sex with this man or failed to complete a full two weeks. He could do everything but kill me without facing punishment. I signed papers that confused me. I would be sued if another man slept with me during the one month preparation and the weeks I was his pet. It didn't seem legal. The secretary informed me it was. She gave me this look and said 'we have a girl like you in for this position about every three months.' I was not the first desk pet. I wouldn't be the last. For one month, I raced around New York getting fitted for ten costumes. My client was spending more on clothes than my actual salary for the job. I can't lie. It was exciting to be dressed and pampered. I had ten epic wigs to play with. I had the finest hosiery on the planet. The corsets and undergarments required were vintage. I felt so sexy playing dress up in front of the mirror. I knew that my new job was no ...

... better than being a call girl. I knew a normal call girl would kill to own the ten costumes I got to keep. I would not be the first working girl who did things for nice clothes. I wouldn't be the last. I was nervous on my first day. I could barely dress myself. I knew backing out wasn't an option. I looked like a million dollars. I felt like a cheap whore. No wonder my client hired actresses. No call girl would let herself feel so out of control. My skills as an actress let me smile even when I felt like crying. I enjoyed giving his secretary an evil glare as I walked in. I felt cocky in a costume. I wanted the real secretary to see me smile like being a call girl was easy for me. A good actress makes something impossible look easy. I was ready for this. I didn't expect to actually answer a phone or type. I was given a desk. My boss wanted me to pretend like I was some new secretary on her first day. I sat at an old typewriter and copied silly memos for a few hours. Holy shit, I can't type. I wanted to laugh. Thank God, I was just an actress. I had no secretarial skills. I did things like order flowers and RSVP responses. It was exciting to pretend I was some innocent secretary. I wondered if my boss enjoyed making a desk pet feel innocent her first day. I think his game involved taking a girl like me into a state of confusion. The real secretary told me that my time in the office would begin promptly at noon during my client's scheduled lunch break. I wanted to tell her to go ...