Office Sluts 20 - Cleaning Up

There was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Amber said, barely raising her voice above its normal speaking volume. The door swung open, carrying a temporary swell of voices from the rest of the office into Amber’s still sanctuary. Melissa stepped inside, and her breath caught in a kind of strangled chuckle as she took in the sight before her. “Close the door,” Amber said, her voice steady. The door clicked shut behind Melissa as she stepped further into Amber’s office.

“What do you think of my boot boy?” Now, with the door closed again, Amber was grinning. I could hear the smile in her voice. As Melissa chuckled, I tried not to look at her while my cheeks glowed. I don’t honestly know how it’s even possible that I’m still capable of blushing, but it never seems to go away. On the scale of humiliations I had suffered, kneeling at the side of Amber’s desk in nothing but my panties and worshiping her boots should barely even rate. But my heart still burned at the sound of feminine laughter.

“He’s very submissive, isn’t he?” My cock throbbed as Melissa spoke. There was a predatory growl in her voice that made me both afraid and aroused. Melissa was as dominant a woman as I had ever met, even compared to Amber. Male submission was her favorite thing. And submission doesn’t get much more obvious than this.

“I prefer to think of him as well-trained,” Amber said. “Don’t stop,” she said in an aside to me, and I ran my tongue along the shaft of her boot with renewed diligence. Listening to the women’s conversation had distracted me for a moment, and Amber hadn’t failed to notice. “He knows when I wear boots that it’s his duty to keep them clean. I want him to see his face in them.”

“He seems to be enjoying it.” Melissa stepped forward. She was wearing a plain black dress and matching high heels, her hair falling in dark black strands over her bare shoulders. As far as I knew, no dress code had been enforced on her, the way it had for me and my wife. But I’ve noticed that women tend to adapt to one another’s styles in the office. Amber rarely wore pants, and Jamie was forbidden from doing so. Melissa wisely took her cues from her boss. And Royce liked his girls to look good.

“Of course he enjoys it,” Amber snorted. “He gets to touch me. And if he does a really good job, he sometimes gets rewarded. Don’t you, slut?”

“Yes Amber,” I said, punctuating my words with a loud kiss on her foot that echoed in the closed office. Basking in my submission, Amber beamed. My position was utterly humiliating, of course. But I couldn’t deny that there were worse places to be than by Amber’s side. Melissa, I was sure, had noticed the tightly constrained bulge in the front of my green panties that showed my arousal.

“Do you ever…you know?” Melissa asked. I watched from the corner of my eye as she made her way to the low sofa against the back wall of Amber’s office and took a seat, carefully plucking at the hem of her dress as she sat. Melissa had great legs, and she liked to show them off. In an office with Jamie and Amber, I reflected, even an exotic beauty like Melissa had to work to compete. And they were all competing, in their way. But not over me.

“What?” Melissa asked. “Fuck him?”

“Yeah,” Melissa giggled. “Just…when I’ve dominated guys before, it was still a sex thing. They were boyfriends, and this stuff was all foreplay. It’s hot, but…you know.”

“Well, I have my husband,” Amber explained. “If this little slut was half the man that Royce is, he wouldn’t be in the position he is now. "