The Request By Sally
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I was surprised, I must admit, at my boss's request. I'd been working there for a few weeks and had no idea Alessandra had even noticed me. She was all smiles the first few days, but I soon came to realise that not only was she was a ver busy, with little real time for the staff in her small business, but she was also a hard bitch too. As 'secretaria ejecituvo' I shared an office with her, but this meant I only saw her a few times a day as she was always out, either in other offices or making business trips. I think it was hard for her, being a woman in a very macho business environment. You in North America may not realise how hard it is for we women in Latin America to have equality. I admired her as she was the only woman I ever met that could scare men. I used to watch them come in to her office and try and flirt (she was, after all, even in her 40s, still very attractive) before she verbally wiped the floor with them. So, I admired her, but I was also a little scared of her too. I was young and this was only my second job. I was pleased with the position, but at the same time, terrified of making a mistake and upsetting her.
So, when her request came I was taken by surprise. She came in to the office we shared and sat down at her desk. As usual, I kept my head down & carried on typing as I knew she did not like to be disturbed.
"Ah, Niela," she suddenly sighed, and when I looked up I realised she had been looking at me for a while.
"You're young and beautiful," she continued. "Why don't you ever wear clothes that are more sexy?"
I laughed. I told her she was the opposite of my mother who always told me to dress LESS sexy or else I would be thought of as 'easy'. I still lived at home, and despite being 23, my mother still considered me a baby.
Alessandra stood up and came over to my desk to look me up and down.
"You know I hired you because of your beauty," she said.
I started to object but she cut me off.
"Oh, yes, I know you have a very good letter from your last employer, but I don't need that - I can tell within five minutes of meeting someone if they will be right - and you are perfect."
I think I must have blushed with pleasure and pride - I had no idea she'd even thought about me. She sat on the corner of my desk, leaned closer and made the request........
"Now, when I am in my office I like to see only beauty - everyone does. Niela, when you are in this office, I would like you to remove your bra and open your blouse so I can see your breasts."
I was dazed, I had heard the words she said but could make no sense of them. She saw the confusion and laughed.
"Don't worry!" she said, touching my shoulder, "I am no lesbian!"
"Then what....?" I began, feeling dizzy.
She started to explain, slowly at first. To succeed in business you need a reputation. She said she had gained hers by turning her disadvantage of being a woman to an advantage. She had used her good looks as a way to get into places where other men had failed. She had flirted, of course, but the trick was to never deliver - keep them coming back for more, make them think they had a chance. Now her looks were beginning to fade she needed to keep the sex appeal and allure and had decided that I could help. I was still puzzled. She wanted me, because of my large but firm bust, to be the allure.
"Men are babies!" she laughed, "You would be surprised what they would do to glimpse a magnificent chest like yours!"
By having a bare-breasted secretary, she would maintain her reputation and she was convinced, have men swarming round her like flies.
I did not know what to say, to be pleased or upset. Her eyes shone with warmth and humor, but at the same time she was powerful, she swept me up like I was a co-conspirator - as though it was us against the world. To refuse this would be to refuse a friend.
"Go on," she urged and nodded towards my blouse.
Dumbly I started undoing the buttons, gradually letting the blouse fall open. My fingers did not know what else to do. I unhooked my bra (a front clip) and let my breasts swing free.
She feasted her eyes on them,
"Magnificent," she whispered to herself, then looked me in the eye.
"You are truly beautiful, Niela," she said, earnestly, "together we will make lots of money. If I were a man and not a woman I would be mad with passion for you."
And with that, she kissed my cheek, stood up and left the room.
I sat there - shaking. My whole life felt as though it had changed. This was obviously what she wanted and the way to please her, yet I felt foolish, like a schoolgirl again. If she had been a man I would have walked out, but for some reason Alessandra had a hold over me. I sat there miserably for the next half an hour - not doing a thing. When the mail delivery came I pulled my blouse together and turned my back slightly so the man would not see me. Fortunately, he noticed nothing.
When Alessandra returned she smiled broadly at me - my breasts were still exposed. She must have noticed how miserable I looked though.
"What's wrong? You look great!" she said.
I could hardly speak. Her tone got firmer and she asked me if I believed in her. I nodded.
"Then say it" she commanded
"I believe in you" I mumbled
"Louder" she said
"I DO believe in you" I said with emphasis, "but please, don't make a fool of me".
I think I was near tears. She dropped to her knees beside me and put her arm across my shoulders.
"Listen Niela, I am not a person who makes fools of those I trust" she said quietly, but urgently, "If I ask you to do this, it is for good reason. I need your help, please don't disappoint me."
She let me go home early to consider it. That night I could hardly sleep - I knew I had moved into a strange unfamiliar world - one I hardly knew about. The world I knew about was the one in which my mother lived. She was roughly the same age as Alessandra but had never got anywhere - she even looked twice as old. She'd had five children and been like a slave to my father - never getting what she wanted. By the next morning I had decided that I did not want to be my mother - I wanted to join Alessandra on whatever wild adventure we had embarked upon.
I wore a bra to work, but had taken it off by the time I sat down at my desk. When Alessandra walked in I was bare-breasted as she asked. She grinned.
"I'm so pleased that you decided to come back today", she said, and I felt that she genuinely meant it, "you and I will have a lot of fun!"
She was right - the first man to enter the office - the head of accounts - almost walked into the wall! He could hardly talk and his hands were trembling when he spoke to her. I was embarrassed of course, but nowhere near as he was. He never asked her why I was sitting there exposed, indeed, no-one who came in the office that day did. Never had there be so many people through Alessandra's office though! The rumour had spread quickly and people were coming in with their pathetic excuses to check whether what they'd heard was real. Everytime they left Alessandra flashed me a great wide grin of reassurance.
The first day was the worst, but then I got used to it. In fact, knowing Alessandra was supporting me I actually began to enjoy the surprise and embarrassment men felt in my presence, as though my breasts were some powerful weapon. Alessandra obviously enjoyed having the upperhand too.
One day I looked up and caught her staring at my breasts. She smiled and told me they were beautiful, but she wanted to make them even more arresting. She brought over some dark lipstick and, without asking, knelt before me started to colour my nipples. I was embarrassed by this intimate contact, but there was nothing I could do while she worked. I simply let my arms hang at my sides and pushed out my chest further.
The point of the lipstick tickled and my nipples responded by becoming stiff. She laughed and told me that now it was even easier to apply the lipstick. The gentle ministrations of this woman felt odd to me.
I could not work out our relationship. Sometimes she was like a mother, sometimes a friend and sometimes, when we were conspiring against the world of men, in a strange way, like lovers. She was always a mystery. She stood up and admired her handywork, but she still felt something was mising. She went back to her desk and this time brought over some baby oil. Still smiling at me she gently applied the oil to my breasts. I almost gasped at the touch of her slippery hands. She was so gentle, she touched them in a way that no clumsy lover had ever done. It was almost sexual and I had to bite my lip to remind myself that this was a woman, my boss. She touched them in such a way that it was as if they were hers. The more I thought about it the more I realised they were hers. She paid me to expose them for her, they were hers. I shuddered at the thought of the control she had over me and yet when our eyes met there was nothing in them except kindness.
Now when she stood back they glistened with the oil and the dark nipples made a stunning contrast. Alessandra just grinned even more - she looked even more like a proud owner, admiring her possession.
Her reputation indeed increased because of me and we were doing more business than ever. My personal life suffered, however. I became known as Alessandra's 'whore'. People at work refused to talk to me, either through fear or contempt. When my mother heard what I was doing I had to leave home and rent my own apartment. The town where I lived was small and it was no longer easy to find a boyfriend. The boys either thought I was 'easy', which I have never been or wanted me just for my breasts. Alessandra supported me through all of this. I never bothered her with my domestic troubles, but she raised my salary and began to give me cash that she said was from deals she made.
As my friends and family dwindled, so Alessandra became more and more important to me. I think I must have become more important to her too as she started to confide in me. Nothing personal of course, I knew very little about her domestic life - a husband who owned a riding school and no children - no, just about business decisions she was making. I felt thrilled that she even sought my opinion on things.
One day she had to make an important deal in the capital and asked me to fly with her. I was very excited - I hardly ever left our town and this really was adventure. We booked in at a five-star hotel downtown and I just loved all the beautiful furnishings - it was the most luxury I had ever experienced. Alessandra was just so cool. I was intimidated by all the hotel staff, but she treated them as though they were her emloyees. The room was magnificent, on the 15th floor overlooking the city. There were two enormous beds for Alessandra and I.
I felt a bit embarrassed as I had not shared a room with anyone except my sisters when I was 15. Alessandra was very relaxed though. She began to talk about places she knew in town while stripping off her clothes. I tried not to look, but I was curious about her body. She was still good looking - a firm toned body, but she was paler than me. Her dark black pubes contrasted strongly with her skin. She seemed to have no shame about her body. She addressed me directly and asked if I wanted to shower before her - the journey had been hot and sticky. I told her to go ahead.
She carried on talking to me from the bathroom so I went in a sat on the side of the bath and watched her shower while she chatted. I suddenly felt at peace - like Alessandra was my real friend, not a boss - like we were girls about to go out on the town.
After she finished showering I stripped and for a shower too. Alessandra lay on the bed, in a towel and watched me curiously as I stripped. I felt a bit self-conscious but I didn't know why - after all she had practically seen me naked every day at work. After the shower I lay on the bed in my towel too. We chatted, but this time it was no longer just about work, I ended up talking about my home and family too.
Alessandra seemed to be troubled by something. As the afternoon went on her mood got worse. Eventually she told me what the problem was. She first started with an apology - that she had somehow dragged me into something that was her problem. She told me that a while back she had borrowed a lot of money at a very low interest rate, but part of the deal was that she would be 'available' to the two men who had leant her the money. Every year she traveled to the capital to pay the 'interest'. This year they had asked her to bring me too, but now she was here she felt she could no longer drag me into the deal. I was terrified. Alessandra just looked sad. They would be coming at eight so Alessandra told me I must hide in the bathroom and lock the door. Before the time came I dragged all my stuff into the bathroom to make it look as though Alessandra was alone. My dreams of going out to see the town with someone whom I thought was my friend yet had nearly turned me into a whore had vanished. Instead there was a kind of numb terror of what was about to happen.
It was worse than I thought. The men were very angry that Alessandra had not brought me and they started to slap her about. As she fell I heard the sound of ripping of cloth and realised that they were literally tearing her clothes from her body. What was even more terrifying was that Alessandra always seemed so cool and so in control, and yet these men treated her like a nobody. When the slapping finished I heard only a few more words - the men were deciding which 'end' of her they would take. They laughed, coarsely, and I felt like killing them, yet I had promised Alessandra I would remain hidden.
They must have taken an hour to rape her. When I was convinced they had gone I opened the door and saw her lying on the bed, still. For one terrible moment I thought they had killed her, but hearing the bathroom door open she looked up at me. She looked a mess. Her eyes were red with tears and her face was blotchy.
For once in her life she looked broken. She held out her arms to me and I sat on the bed and held her in my arms. I stroked her dark hair and her body, saying all those words that my mother used to say to me when I was upset. She asked me to forgive her and I said I did. She searched my eyes for proof so I kissed her, gently, on the lips. She seemed reluctant to end the kiss and clung to me. He mouth opened and I felt her tongue probing mine. Suddenly all the mystery of our relationship fell away - I knew that it was love for her that I felt - and my tongue responded.
We kissed, passionately, for a long time. I wanted her, I wanted her badly, yet I had no idea what to do next. Despite her ordeal, Alessandra seemed to want more too. She pulled apart from me to search my eyes again. She told me she had wanted me from the very first day I had started working for her, yet had held back as she had never felt this way about a woman before. She told me that all those months of seeing my bare breasts yet not being able to touch them had been agony. I leaned back and thrust out my chest. I told her that they were hers -- they had always been hers, that she could do as she pleased with them.
Gently at first, then with increasing ardour, she held them, caressed them and put her mouth to them. Her touch was like no other before or since. I had no idea of how women make love -- I had never had sexual feelings for a woman before and yet my body seemed to know what to do. All the months of denied passion broke loose and we made love with our tongues, our fingers and our bodies.
We only made love that one-time. I left soon afterwards. She could no longer to bear to see me as I was the one person who had broken through her hard shell, who had seen her raped and violated -- who knew her weakness. I was the only person she loved.
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