I entered the offices, my heels clicking loudly on the marble floor, and made my way towards the lifts. There were a lot of people waiting for them, mainly women. It was some time before I was able to squeeze in to one. I realised I was the only male in the crowded lift. As the doors shut I felt a hand slip under my skirt and start caressing my panty clad bottom. Hemmed in as I was I could not move until the lift reached the eighth floor when I was able to push my way out of the lift and away from the laughing female occupants. My skirt had been tucked in to my panties by one of them so as the doors closed the occupants could clearly see my panties, suspenders and stocking tops.
Crimson with embarrassment I quickly pulled my skirt down and entered the offices of the firm that was employing me.
The pretty male receptionist told me to wait so I stood teetering on my heels listening to the activity going on in the offices.
Eventually my new boss appeared. She was tall and smartly dressed in a matching pin striped suit. I was instructed to follow her. She walked very quickly and it was difficult to keep up with her hampered by my fashionable skirt and heels.
At last we reached her office and she sat down in a leather swivel chair and inspected me. Her face was unsmiling.
“Turn round.” She ordered. I did as she commanded. “Come closer let me see what Ive got.”
I stood teetering on my heels, I knew what to expect, in today’s world the predatory females were all powerful
“Pull your skirt up.” I held my skirt shyly pulling it above my knees. “Higher.” She instructed.
I stood before her with my skirt around my waist waiting for her next instruction.
She reached out and her hand slid up my leg, over my thigh and began caressing my little peenie.
“Mmmmh very nice.” She murmured. “I think you might fit in very well here.”
Despite the male suppression medication that all males now have to take, I could feel my peenie responding. I felt totally in her power and almost thankful that she appeared to find me attractive.
I knew that to survive in any workplace males had to be attractive to their female superiors and provide the with entertainment other than the basic clerical tasks we had been trained for.
I had naively hoped that I would not be abused as soon as I joined the firm. It looked as if I was very wrong in that assumption.
My new boss was going to use me.
"On your knees slut." She said impatiently and began to unzip her trousers
