Step Into My Office

Great, I thought. At least, the butt plug had been driven home by my sitting in the chair. It was fully lodged once more in my ass, buried inside my rectum to the hilt. I needn’t worry about it sliding free as long as I was sitting on the damned thing. I nodded at Mr. Andrews. “I understand.”

“I’ll get right to the point, then,” he said. “You’ve been with the firm for only two months, but you’ve already surpassed my other associates’ sales, including those of people who’ve worked for me for twenty years.”

I smiled, flexing my anus around the butt plug. The dildo’s rigid, uncompromising presence within my ass really was comforting and reassuring. “Thank you.”

“I really don’t know how you do it, nor, of course, do my other sales agents, but I want them to know.” He paused, offering me a smile. Although Mr. Andrews was a handsome man, his smile reminded me of a shark about to feed. “I want to promote you to the company’s training manager. I want you to show the others how it’s done.”

I was blown away by his offer. I’d come into his office expecting a reprimand for I knew not what. Instead, I’d been offered a promotion. “Wow! I don’t know what to say.”

His smile broadened. “Say ‘yes,’” he suggested.

I blushed. “Yes--I mean, yes, sir.”

“Pete, from now on,” he corrected me.

“Yes, Pete,” I replied, “and thanks.”

“There’s no need for thanks,” he said. “You earned the promotion.”

I nodded.

“There’s just one other thing.”

I waited.

He hesitated. “Don’t take this the wrong way,” he cautioned, “but, as a manager, you’ll need to dress differently.”

I frowned. “Dress differently?”

“No more mini-skirts, for one thing,” he explained, “and no more cleavage.”