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My Wednesday and Thursday daytime appointments were much of the same, a couple of the senior management wanting to get their share of my body before I left at the weekend. Ken Buyers, who had booked me for an evening appointment, had left me a message to contact him when I returned to my office. I showered and cleaned myself up and slipped into a wrap before calling him. He wanted to make arrangements with me for the evening. He said that he would come over to my office for me around 5:30. I asked him what I should wear....

When I got in my office, there was a note on my desk from Martin to call him. He wanted to know how I was intending to get to the sales conference. To be honest, I had been so busy all week that I had quite forgotten that I needed to make some travel arrangements. Luckily for me, Martin had been on the ball and said that he would have room in his car, but that meant I had to be ready to be off in a couple of hours. It was a good job that I had everything I...

 The last apartment that I lived in was in bad need of repair. The super did absolutely nothing except collect the rent on the first day of the month.  So, I started shopping around and looking for a new apartment, closer to work, about the same price.  Prices had hiked a bit in the area, but that's nothing new.  I found a complex that was only a year old, and rented a two bedroom one.  With some help of some friends, I was moved in and unpacking boxes in no time flat.  I was settled in within a week, taking...

The Birthday Present Monday morning and I was back in the office after my weekend with the Becker's. I glanced at my calendar. I had only ten days left before my month was up as office slut. Yes, I had over the last few days realised that was what I had become: Hinkerman's office slut. My body was available for any member of the management team to use and abuse, just as they wished. Looking back over the last two and a half weeks, I would never have believed that I would ever have allowed myself to be used as...

I awoke the following morning still feeling a little tender after the party the night before with David and his mates. I rang Mellor and explained the situation, and as I had no appointments that day, he suggested that I rest. "You need to be in good form for next week," he explained. "It's your last week and I have got a full diary for you for next week, and also there is the annual sales conference at the weekend." It was the first time I had heard about the sales conference and I wondered just what part I was...