Chapter 1: The Assistant

The uniform was simple. It consisted of a silver-sequined bikini top and a silver-tasseled thong. I picked it up gingerly and considered not putting it on even though I'd been told to by the highest authority in the company. I put it on anyway and looked at myself in the mirror. Both the skimpy top and bottom left little to the imagination and I found myself seriously considering only wearing it in front of Mr. Harry Osborn. But, he'd told me to wear it to the meeting he was attending and I figured that I had no way out. Harry visited the bar I worked at occasionally and had hired me to be his personal sex slave. At first, I had a few objections but as the pay roll became bigger, I accepted. On my way to the meeting, I stopped by my "room" and grabbed the black thigh-high boots, stopping at a bench in the lobby to put them on.

The meeting was at 3:00 and when I glanced at a nearby clock (they seemed to be everywhere here), I noticed that it was 5 minutes to 3:00. I assumed that as the CEO of a company, Harry would not tolerate lateness and so, I speed-walked to the meeting room as quickly as possible. I arrived with 2 minutes to spare and was slightly out of breath. Pushing open the big doors, I felt a gust of wind blow at me and the smell of ink and paper filled my nose. I stood there for a moment or two, looking at all of the faces at the table. Almost everyone there was over 60 years old and they all were men. I gulped. I'd never been in a room in a slutty outfit with this many people before. Sure, I used to be a stripper but I worked the 12am shift when almost every customer had gone home. I must've stood there for a good minute, lost in thought when a voice called my name. "Mary." I turned in the direction of the voice and was met with a pair of icy blue eyes that belonged to Harry Osborn. Tearing myself away from those eerily entrancing eyes, I looked at his face. I'd never seen Harry before and as my eyes scanned his face, I found him to be alluring and extremely handsome. "Mary," he called again, motioning for me to come to him. He was seated at the end of the table and I walked over slowly, allowing my hips to sway in a suggestive manner. The other men at the table gave me lewd looks and I blew kisses to a couple of them in return. If I was going to be Harry Osborn's sex slave, I was going to be the sexiest sex slave that ever lived.

I stood next to him looking for a place to sit when all of the sudden he pulled me into his lap, one warm hand cupping my ass. "Everyone, this is Mary. She will be my personal assistant as of now. Say hello Mary," Harry said, introducing me to his associates. "Hello boys," I said, saucily. A few murmured greetings back and then the meeting went on as usual. I didn't really know what they were talking about so I looked at each man's face and memorized the potential new customers I might have if I was lucky. Eventually the meeting was over and Harry only stood up when everyone had gone. I got up and was about to suggest that I take Harry's mind off of work for a bit but before I could say anything, he was walking out the door. "Come to my room after dinner," he said over his shoulder as the enormous doors closed behind him. "Yes Master," I replied, knowing fully that he couldn't hear me.