[ The Prelude ]

[ The "Catch" ]

Heather and Mr. E directed me to get showered (again) and get dressed - Heather steamed my skirt and blouse, so I didn't look like I was wearing wrinkled clothes from a pile on the floor.

"Welcome to the team," said Mr. E as I emerged, refreshed and "normal" looking from the shower. "Heather will help you get settled. If you need anything, you're her direct report, so everything goes through her - unless you have a problem with her, of course, then you come to me."

"Thank you, Sir!" I replied happily, and shook his extended hand. "It was truly a pleasure to meet you both," I added with a wry grin.

He chuckled a little at that - "yeah, I feel the same way - you're a natural; you picked up on cues really well, and I think you'll excel here. I look forward to your annual performance reviews," and he opened the door.

As Heather and I left I was reminded of the last person to leave through this door - I wonder what her experience was like? Was she prudish, and couldn't embrace being a sub? What had upset it her so much?

All I knew for certain was that my "audition" was the most powerful sexual experience of my life - and I couldn't wait to get started.

As we walked, Heather explained some ground rules. "You'll never know anyone's real name, except mine, of course. You'll have your own office-slash-studio, where you'll film all your episodes. No activity outside your studio," she said with stern emphasis. "Breaking that one is breach of contract and you're dismissed immediately. No 'warning,' just gone... got it?"

"Yes, of course," I answered, nodding emphatically.

"Good," she continued. "You won't even know the company name. Hell they don't even tell me and I'm the ring leader of this little circus. There's an HR department and Payroll, a gym, etc.. on eight - the eighth floor - for another company that actually shows up on your paychecks. All of your 'company-related' business happens there." She pressed the call button for the elevator. "Is there anything you need? There's a 20k hiring bonus that we can get expedited if things are ... tight," she said, licking her lip just a tiny bit. She gestured for me to enter the elevator first, and beamed that radiant smile at me again.

She's so damned gorgeous...

After I stepped into the elevator I started to turn but suddenly she had me by the elbows, and was guiding me to the back corner, holding me there as she snaked one arm around mine, pinning them behind my back. I "oofed" a bit as my tits mashed against the mirrored back. With her other hand, she pulled my ponytail hard, raising my chin high and eliciting a sharp gasp. I was beginning to understand why she had done it so high on my head... it made a surprisingly effective handle.

The doors slid silently shut behind us. "One unwritten exception to the 'no activity' rule: you belong to me. I take you where and when and how I want to, and you obey my every whim like the horny little cum-hungry slut you are. I like being the Mistress and I just love abusing little slutslaves like yourself." She yanked harder on the pony, pressing me against the mirrors, eyes locked onto mine. "Am I clear?"

"AHH! Yes, Mistress."

"Any objections?" another hard yank. "One word from me and you're gone."

"Ugnh...." more arousal than pain. "No, Mistress," as I gyrated my ass back against her.

"Great!" she released me like nothing had happened and went to the control panel. "Which floor?"

"I'm... I'm parked on B3 please, Mistress," I whispered. As she pressed the button I noticed that my nipples ached and I was wet again. Holy shit what's happening to me...

"So what day can you start?" she said, not even turning to face me, inspecting her fingernails.

"Two weeks please, Mistress? I have to give notice... at my... other jobs."

There was a long pause until the elevator dinged on my floor.

"Two weeks is absolutely fine," she said, "but you will not orgasm again until I permit it - no self-pleasure at all. See you in two weeks - Tuesday the third, at 10am." She stepped aside as the doors opened. "Have a great day, it was wonderful to meet you."

She spanked my ass lightly as I walked by, and then the doors closed behind me, and I was alone in the semi-dark of the garage.

What the... fuck had just happened....?

Two weeks, no orgasms? No self-pleasure AT ALL? After that experience? But I already knew I would obey... it would be torment, but I would do it anyway, because Mistress had commanded it. I was already thinking about our reunion, about the orgasm she would might me after two weeks of abstinence...

The next two weeks is gonna be a special kind of hell.

Mr. E emerged from the en-suite fully dressed, rolling up the sleeves and adjusting the collar of a fresh shirt; apparently he had a wardrobe in there.

Heather rose from the floor and extended her hand, and we bathed together in the biggest shower I've ever seen - it was like standing in a rainstorm. Apart from some heavy kissing and light petting we were quick about it - we dried off, she stretched her dress back over her delightful body, with fresh stockings from who-knows where.

I was offered nothing in the way of clothing and my originals were still on the floor... but I felt strangely sanguine about my nudity, even post-coitus, which was unlike me. Usually I got a little awkward about my body after sex, but today I felt like I was exactly where - and how - I should be. Heather took me by the hand and led me back out to the chair, then turned to pick up the detritus of our lovemaking (fuck-making?).

Mr. E leaned forward, just like he had before we ... digressed. "We do highly classified work here for multiple government entities," he began, "both foreign and domestic. Our workforce is under extreme mental stress - long hours, high pressure. Think 'aircraft controller would be a vacation' kind of stress. Sometimes our employees don't leave the building for over a month. Sometimes they'll only get a few hours of sleep in days. It can be smooth sailing, but when it gets rough, it's rough for a while."

I sat ramrod-straight in my chair on the edge, turned a bit to the left, ankles crossed, hands on my knees and elbows pulled in to push my breasts together, head tilted slightly down. I blinked slowly, and nodded as he talked; Heather came up behind me and started to brush out my hair. I don't know about you, but It always feels so wonderfully intimate when someone does that for me.

"The catch is," he said, "to paraphrase Mission Impossible: 'your role - should you choose to accept it', will be to act as the Office Slutslave to those staff members." He kept glancing at my tits, and it was turning me on again, so I bit my lip suggestively and shifted a little to point them directly at him. "Of course, I can't pay you to fuck people," he continued, "but I can pay you to fuck people on film." He rocked back in his chair, pushed back from the desk, and began pointedly caressing his cock through his slacks. "You would basically be a porn star. We give you the aforementioned pay & benefits, but you also get an OnlyFans and an expense account. *Every "*shoot" you have with a "co-star" is filmed."

He actually did the finger quotes around "shoot" and "co-star".

He could see me pulling back a little - public slutslave? For all I know my friends, my family would see me ...

"Here's where we lose most people, but stick with me: you would have complete creative control over product release. YOU would be the Executive Director, and credited as such, for every episode. You don't want to release anything to the public? Fine. We just have to have it filmed and ready for release for tax purposes and the Feds, basically. Fucking for money is against the law, but fucking on film for money is fine. It's inane, but I don't write the rules. Spread your legs, and put your hands on your knees."

I barely registered his last sentence but without thinking I did as he asked, arching my back a little to present my tits. He gave a glance to Heather and raised an eyebrow. Oh god what... what'd I miss...? Heather finished my hair in a ponytail, higher than I usually like, and put her hands on my shoulders, gently guiding me to lean back in the chair.

"You would have an appointment book, usually one or two a day, but of course it varies. We have others working in your field: dom, sub, switch, male, female, straight, gay, trans, in every combination - but it's likely you will never meet them. It just works better to keep 'creative differences' to a minimum. There have been 'crossover' episodes in the past but they're very rare."

"You didn't acknowledge his command, did you, princess?" Heather said as she leaned down to kiss me.

Oh fuck. "No, Mistress... I'm sorry Mistress... "

"Just ten I think," he said, unzipping his pants and fishing out his cock, "until she's officially on the payroll. Princess, count it out loud."

I guess my name is 'princess' now...

Mistress Heather proved my initial instincts about her one-hundred percent correct: "hands over your head," she instructed. "Don't move."

"Yes, Mistress"

Then she spanked my cunt, hard, without hesitation, like someone who had inflicted this particular flavor of pain before, and enjoyed giving it.

WHACK

"AHH!!! One, Master!"

By three my cunt was splashing under her strikes, bright red, hot, and pulsing. By five I was struggling to keep arms up and legs apart, and she was pinching my nipples and twisting mercilessly. By eight I was cumming; the orgasm carrying all the way through nine and ten. She brought her fingers to her mouth and tasted me while I lay there panting, shuddering, coming down. She raised her hand again and I flinched, but she just laughed and pushed her fingers into me.

She wiped her sopping wet hand all over my face, "I'm sure she won't forget again. Will you, princess? Will you forget?"

"NO, Mistress! Thank you Mistress!" For the second time today I tasted my juices on her fingers.

"Now crawl over here and suck my cock," Mr. E commanded.

"YES, Master!"

She released me and I crawled around the desk, my wet cunt dripping down my legs and onto the carpet. They must shampoo this carpet every week, if this is normal - otherwise this whole office would reek of sex.

"In all my years here," he said, waving it back and forth, "only one whore has been whore enough to throat this cock. Do you think you can take it down your throat?"

I shook my head, stunned; I could see no way anyone could get this giant pipe down their throat. "No Master, I am sorry - I cannot."

"Would you like to accept the role?" he said, raising that eyebrow again.

"Yes, Master, oh yes, please verymuchpleaseyes Master...:

"Well you'll have plenty of time to learn."

Suddenly Mistress Heather grabbed my ponytail like a handle, and dragged me onto his cock. She was slamming my head up and down, fucking him with my mouth, like I was her fleshlight.

"GECKGECKGLUCKGECKGLUCKGLUCHHHH" and spittle was frothing and foaming all over his cock as she tried to force it deep in my throat. Each time it hammered home but I couldn't take it, he was just so thick... before long his hand was on the back of my head, and he SLAMMED my head onto his cock, all the way to the balls. I was gagging and bucking, struggling to get away - but he forced me to stay down as he came for the third time, holding me on him as I thrashed and pushed and tried to vomit but couldn't because of the enormous cock in the way.

Eventually he released me, and I fell off him, retching reflexively into the trash can proffered by Mistress.

As I regained control of myself he put himself away, and zipped up. He gave me a minute to catch my breath, and asked "Still want the role?"

I wiped the drool/cum/foam off my face, and knelt again between his legs.

"Yes, Master," I whispered, my throat raw, and opened my mouth wide for him, should he want to use it again.

The ad was deceptively simple:

>OPEN CASTING CALL
Type: Independent
Roles: Female, 20–30, any ethnicity, Office Slutslave
No acting experience required.
Compensation: Paid (rate disclosed upon casting)
Non-union
What to Bring: Headshot (or recent photo), full-body shots front/back, resume (if available).
Role appropriate attire a plus.
Call for appointment.

I must've been to a hundred auditions by now: "secretary", "hooker", "nursing staff", "stripper", "onlooker"... dozens and dozens of different "generic" background roles but this was the first casting I'd seen for anything remotely like "Office Slutslave."

...and "role appropriate attire?" You seriously want me to dress for the part of 'Office Slutslave'?

I work two part-time jobs, barista and waitress, sixty hours a week. I've been trying for two years to be an actress, and Hollywood is fucking expensive. The only upside of working my ass off for almost no money and exactly no respect? I look good. Great ass, great legs, flat stomach (another upside of no money). Enough guys look at my c-cups that I'm pretty sure they're top shelf. When I emphasize my cleavage it really makes a difference in the tips I get, so I usually present them to great advantage.

Rent for my shithole bedroom apartment is like sixty-five percent of my income, and that's only because I get "friend prices," because the landlord's son is a fuck-buddy. It's good sex, and it's not like I have time for a relationship. I have a frankly ridiculous student loan. Turns out late-twenties is "old" for a fresh face, nepotism is a bitch, and Julliard (yeah, really) doesn't auto-magically throw open any doors. FML right? Truth is, I'm up against it, hard. I broke down and called the number, and in a bit of luck they had a time when I'm not scheduled to work.

Maybe it's a sign. LOL yeah, right. A role is a role, and a girl's gotta pay bills.

I had a little over a week to prepare, so I did some "online research" on PornHub - there was a lot of office/slut/sub porn - and more often than not (ok ok - almost always) I found myself able to "visualize myself in the role" to great effect - my dildos and vibrators and fuck-buddy got quite a workout, and I had some toe-curling orgasms that were... well, they were exhausting... but they were amazing. I found myself fantasizing about "the role" in everyday situations:

>People have been complaining about their coffee orders - my boss corners me in the stock room, ties my arms behind my back at the elbows with my apron, rips my shirt open (buttons going everywhere) , and tells me I either get on my knees and suck his cock or I'm fired. Soon he's in my throat, fucking my face, finishing on my face & tits, telling me to "clean yourself up and get back to work... and don't wear a bra or panties anymore; you belong to me now, you slutty little whore."

>I'm waiting tables; a table of four guys from the construction site across the street get up from their booth ("Time for dessert," the 'leader' says) and bind me with rope - arms behind my back and legs bound bent. One of my fellow waitresses strips and helps them fuck me: holding me open, guiding their cocks into my holes | pushing my head deeper on their giant cocks | pushing my face into her cunt while they take turns | licking their cum off of me and spitting it back in my face. Everyone else in the diner watching, filming on their phones.

>At the bank...

>In the supermarket checkout line...

It got to the point where I was constantly wet. Constantly fantasizing about being a slutslave, being dominated, being fucked. I was always masturbating - in bathrooms, in my car, at home - my poor little clit (Charon) got so raw and sore but that made it worse because the pain folded right into the fantasy.

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The day of the audition I decided to throw caution to the wind, and dress the part. Over my lacy red Victoria's Secret pushup (someday when I "make it" I'll be able to afford the good shit) I put on a short-sleeved sheer white button-up blouse that was very stretchy in all the right places, buttons straining with the tension across my C-cup cleavage. A black pencil skirt that was very short, stockings, garter, stilettos... hair up in a messy bun, lookin' like I just got fucked in the hall closet. Makeup stunning, full lips coated in bright red lipstick to match the bra & shoes - a little cleavage contouring won't hurt... that bright red bra really stands out through the blouse... FUCK I'm out of time I gotta get going.

At the last minute, in the underground parking garage, I decided to go for broke - let's unbutton another button and pull the girls up some more - flaunt it if you got it. Lots of my bra was clearly visible, collar thrown wide to emphasize proudly displayed tits and neckline.

I gotta say - I did look extremely fuckable. I am getting this role... and I'll do whatever it takes to land it.

As I rode the elevator up from the garage, I wondered why the audition is in downtown L.A., on the fifteenth floor of a high-rise skyscraper... usually these things are closer to Hollywood, in a crappy warehouse or smelly office building or the like. I wonder what the budget is like, if

>ding<

On the seventh floor the door slides open and a guy in a gorgeously tailored suit gets in, takes in the outfit appreciatively with a raised eyebrow, presses "23" and stands beside me at a respectable distance, without a word. Wow... classy.

As we approach fifteen I decide I might as well get into character; I don't know this guy - what's he gonna do? Fuck it.

>ding<

Brazenly I reach across to his slacks, slide my hand down the front (mmm, feels expensive) and gently squeeze his semi-hard cock once. "Have a nice day!" I say, and blow him a kiss as I walk - well, slink actually - out of the elevator. The doors close and he's gone.

In front of me is a reception desk, complete with a knockout receptionist. Black hair in a tight pony, black horned rimmed glasses, and a black tube dress that emphasizes her ample breasts and tiny waist. A thin chain with a diamond pendant that must've cost a fortune, to draw the eye to that lovely cleavage ... she was stunning, and she knew it. As I exited the elevator she stood and came around the desk, clipboard in one hand and the other extended. She smiled broadly at me, "you must be Carlotta - it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Heather."

As I shook her hand, blushing, "Carly is fine, please, nice to meet you." I thought about how this wasn't a "Heather." This was someone more severe, more impactful than "Heather." "Mistress" came to mind, and I briefly imagined myself under her desk, feeling her press against my mouth as she orgasmed.

"Follow me please." She strode away and the black back seam of her hosiery accentuated her beautifully toned legs and ass, black heels clip-clopping away on the marble floor... I really need to focus!

As we rounded a corner a woman came out of the door at the end of the hall, slammed it, and whispered "fuckin' pig" as she stomped hurriedly past; hiding her face, but I still saw the tears. Jeans, a loose t-shirt, sneakers... surely she wasn't auditioning for the same...

"Was she..." I started to ask, but surely-not-a-Heather opened the door, put a hand on my elbow and guided me gently inside. Giant corner office, windows floor to ceiling and a lovely view of the other skyscrapers swimming in LA smog.

"I wouldn't worry about her," she said softly. "We have to give everyone a shot at the part, but I was fairly sure this role wasn't a good fit for her." Her gaze deliberately lingered on my tits; she lightly bit her lip and sighed, then looked me directly in the eyes. "You, however? I think you've got a real shot at landing the role. Seriously."

Her gentle smile and kind eyes melted some of my anxiety away, and I nodded. "Thank you." I couldn't help but notice her nipples had hardened beneath the black dress.

Closing the door behind us, her hand moved to the small of my back, continuing it's gentle pressure. I walked with her toward the man at the desk, "Mr. E, this is Carlotta - aka 'Carly,' and she's your 2pm audition for 'Office Slutslave.'"

Mr. E looked like he fell out of a noir crime novel: mid-forties, probably. Shirt open an extra button, suspenders, sleeves rolled up. Dark complexion, rough beard, hairy chest and arms, with absolute hammers for hands. On the short side, but stout, like a dwarf. I'm surprised he wasn't chewing on a cigar.

"Have a seat," he said.

I demonstrated my ability to take direction, and as I sat I bent over so he could get a good look.

"Here's the thing. The job is Monday-Thursday, five hour days. Full-time salary, benefits, unlimited PTO with an 80hr/yr minimum. 401k. All the usual shit... but there's a catch." He leaned forward and interlaced his fingers on the desk, staring at me, like he was waiting for something from me.

I glanced a Heather, and back at him. A SALARY? Four days a week, five hour days? 401k? PTO? Are you shitting me?

Not knowing what he wanted, but now knowing what *I* wanted more than I wanted oxygen, I stood up slowly, trying to sell it, trying to make it sexy, licked my lips and unbuttoned my shirt the rest of the way.

He sat back in his chair and raised an eyebrow.

I dropped the blouse to the floor, and hitched my skirt up over my hips, bunched around my waist. I'm getting this fucking role.

I turned to Heather, took a step toward her, and pulled her to me. She yielded willingly, kissed me passionately, her free hand sliding up my back and unhooking my bra as our tongues played hide and seek. I'm getting this fucking role... I'll show you an "Office Slutslave" ...and I really want to fuck Heather as well. I pushed her dress down, exposing her lovely bare breasts, and took her nipple in my mouth. Her moan was all the encouragement I needed to continue, and I moved to the other one, pinching the first lightly between my fingers.

Her gasps inflamed me, and I could feel myself soaking my panties. Her hands moved up to my head and I knelt as she pushed me to the floor. I discarded my bra, grabbed the stilettoes in both hands, arched my back and moved my knees apart. I looked up at her doe-eyed, as submissive as possible.

I'd completely forgotten about Mr. E until he stood up, his chair creaking as he rose. I didn't look away, though - I held my mistress' gaze as she pulled her dress higher, slowly, inch by inch... I heard the distinctive sound of his belt as he unbuckled it and pulled it free. He looped it around my neck and I lifted my hair so it wouldn't be in the way. He handed the end to Heather and stepped in front of me.

He unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his hirsute but muscular chest, and laid it over the chair. She kissed him deeply and squeezed his cock through his slacks, stroking it a few times before unzipping him and setting it free. It wasn't incredibly long, but jesus-fuck-me-freddy it was thick. His pre-cum glistened on the tip and I licked my lips - I wanted desperately to taste it. It was no longer about getting the role - now I just wanted to get fucked. I wanted fantasy to be reality.

He looked down at me. I felt my mouth open wide, automatically. A reflexive invitation. Heather aimed him at me and he took a step forward.

I latched onto that cock like I was a diabetic and it had insulin in it. Like the submissive office slutslave I so desperately wanted to be - regardless of the "role." Between Heather's strokes and my sucking he was soon filling my mouth, and I made absolutely sure to get every drop. Playfully I opened my mouth to show Heather, swirling my tongue in it as I played with myself.

She dove for it like a hungry bird, grabbing my face, "Give it to me. Now." She kissed me, and we played with his cum like porn stars, swapping it back and forth, drooling it onto each other, licking it up again. Eventually, we swallowed it and started making out properly, before she finally stood and guided my face to her naked pussy. She came quickly, then again... and again, her knees buckling, sinking to the floor.

Mr. E, I noticed, had recovered nicely thanks to our display, and was rolling a condom down his thick dick. Heather spread her legs wide in front of me and snapped her fingers to get my attention - I eagerly said "Yes, Mistress" and went back to work. Mr. E lifted my hips and I arched my back properly, presenting like the whore I am, my hand spreading my lips and playing with my absolutely sopping cunt while my other hand did the same to the one in front of me.

"Ugh!! Thank... you... Master!" I shouted as he thrust fully into me. His thickness was wonderful - the fullness felt just perfect. He wrapped his hand around the free end of the belt, and I felt it tighten around my throat; tight enough to get my attention, but not too tight to breathe. I felt myself get even wetter.

He fucked me hard for thirty or forty strokes, before pulling out and giving my ass its turn. He slowly but unyieldingly pushed deeper, my own juices the only lubrication, inch after inch, stretching my eager asshole wider and wider. It... hurt... but I was surprised that I was only more aroused by it... until finally he was all the way in. I'd never had anything that thick in my ass before. "Thank you, Master," I said, breathless, as he began slowly fucking my ass. I came hard, my toes curling, legs quivering, Heather watching me cum between her legs with a grin on her face.

After a few minutes of taking my ass he withdrew and yanked off the condom with a snap. Heather shot up to her knees, pulling me up next to her, and we worshipped below his thick cock, caressing and kissing each other until he showered us both with his hot, sticky cum. She and I fell to the floor, licking cum off each other, kissing, and scissoring until we both came again. Mr. E, exhausted, collapsed to the floor behind me.

We all drifted off to sleep, me between them, sticky with cum, my head on Heather's shoulder and hand on her breast, Mr. E's spent cock pressed against my ass and his surprisingly soft fur pressed up against my back. After twenty minutes or so we roused, caressing each other intimately, smiling at our shared pleasure.

"So," I asked them softly as my hand caressed his cock and I kissed her neck, "is there another round of interviews, or..."

He laughed heartily, and pulled me close. "There's still the matter of that 'catch' I referred to, but we can discuss that after we've showered." He loosened his belt from around my neck and I caught myself making a tiny whimper, wishing he wouldn't. He rose, spanked my ass once with the tail end, and disappeared into the en-suite.

"You're a natural," Heather said, kissing my neck gently. "I think you'd love it here..." as her hand slipped between my thighs. "I know he's going to offer it to you," as her fingers brought me to another orgasm. "...and I personally very much hope you accept.

She brought her hand to my mouth and I obediently sucked my cum from her fingers.

"Thank you, Mistress."