All night after I got home from work, and all during my morning jog, shower, and my commute to work, I replayed the incredible, scintillating sex Trent and I had the afternoon before, stretching the last bits of pleasure out as long as I could in my memory. I don't know what it is about him, but I knew I wanted more.
I arrived, logged into my workstation, and was soon able to push out thoughts of Trent and focus on the job. I was engrossed in my work at my cubicle at mid-morning when Trent's voice startled me.
"Show me," he said.
"AAH!" I shrieked. I had no idea he was standing there. I swung my head around to see him staring at me with the same unveiled hunger from the day before. "Don't sneak up on me like that!"
"Show me," he repeated, utterly calm, ignoring my complaint. I knew what he wanted me to do.
"People might see!" I hissed in protest.
"That's my concern. Don't make me ask again. Show me." His tone indicated he would tolerate no further talk. It was the same tone that made me wonder what would happen if I kept protesting.
I turned my chair toward him and, while staring into his eyes, slowly and deliberately pulled my skirt to show him a very sexy pair of thong Victoria's Secret panties, which I had picked just for him that morning. My obedience to him completely overcame my sense of fear and shame.
"No stockings today," he observed. He paused. I began to become nervous as time ticked away, my panties on display to anyone who walked by.
"Give me those," he pointed to my crotch. I glanced around, raised my ass off the chair, shinnied out of my panties, then handed them to him. He brought them to his nose while looking me in the eyes. He closed his eyes, inhaled, then looked directly at me again.
"Remember that I tasked you to anticipate what I need and want at any given moment," he stated. "My needs and wants happen throughout the day, and you need to be ready. I know there are times that you cannot be ready for me. You will tell me in advance about these moments." I nodded, as I had heard this yesterday.
He folded my panties and tucked them into the breast pocket of his suit jacket.
"We will be eating lunch at my office today," he stated.
I had lunch plans with one of the other interns. We planned to hit a bar together and gossip. "Actually, I was going to have lunch wi--"
"You're eating with me today." he said, matter-of-factly. The hunger in his eyes briefly tinged with anger.
"I will make some calls," I conceded.
***
Two hours later, I was standing in the doorway to Trent's office, waiting for him to finish a telephone call. When he saw me there, he waved me in and pointed at the floor next to his desk. I listened to his call as I walked to where he pointed.
"Yes. I have told you exactly what I want done... You know I don't care how you do it... Yeah, just be sure you get it done on time... That's fine, yes... Look, I have a personnel discipline issue that I need to work on. We will check in about this on Monday." He listened for a few more seconds, then said, "Yeah, right now. Talk Monday. Yeah. Bye." He hung up the phone, then pushed the "do not disturb" button.
He looked up at me. The hunger was there, but so was something slightly sinister: frustration? anger? I figured it was about his phone call. He kept looking at me for several seconds. I became self-conscious.
"Stand still," he ordered. I suddenly became aware that I had been fidgeting in place. I planted both feet on the floor and folded my hands in front of me. I kept standing under his gaze, becoming ever more insecure. It dawned on me that I was likely the "personnel discipline" he was talking about, though I had absolutely no idea what I had done.
Trent leaned down and opened the bottom drawer of his desk. He produced a white gift box from a high-end ladies' boutique, which he placed on his desk.
"Open that."
I reached out with a slightly trembling hand and picked up the box. "La Perla" was embossed on the front. Inside was a garter belt and three pairs of new stockings in different colors.
"You will no longer wear slacks or pantsuits at work, nor will you have bare legs or wear pantyhose. You will wear only skirts with stockings to work. This is now part of your dress code. Do you understand?"
I nodded.
"Is that a 'yes'?"
"Yes."
"Explain in your own words what I just said." This seemed like such a simple rule. Why was he quizzing me like a child?
"I can only wear skirts, no pants, and that probably means no jumpsuits, either." He nodded in confirmation. I continued. "And only stockings and garters under my... uh..." as the words came out, I remembered something Trent said this morning at my desk. "... my uh... skirt." My voice went down an octave and was barely audible as I finished: "And no panties or other undergarments except during my period." I blushed as I these last words came out of my mouth.
"Yes. Correct. I am glad you and I communicate so well." I felt relieved and even a little proud. I stood in place, staring at him for an awkward moment.
He raised his eyebrows, nodded at the box, and said, "Now."
I glanced at his open office door, then at him, then back at the door. I took a step toward the door to close it.
"Stop," Trent intervened. I froze one step away from the desk. "You have been instructed about the dress code and instructed to comply. Stand where I told you and Finish. Getting. Dressed." There was an edge in his voice as he said the last three words. I knew for certain the disciplinary problem was me.
I stepped back to my spot next to Trent's desk. It was unlikely anyone would visit during lunch, but the very thought that a coworker would see me if they walked into Trent's office caused me nearly paralytic fear. I hesitated, box in my hands, office door wide open, heart rate elevated, breathing shallow. My mind was a tangled mess of thoughts and motivations that was all being poached in steaming pot of my own arousal.
Trent stood from his chair. He took the gift box from my hands, put it on his desk, then sat on the edge immediately before me. Our bodies were a foot apart, and I could feel his heat in my tits, abdomen, and pussy.
"What is your role on our team?" he asked.
