The Reorg
By Gregory Michelson
Chapter 10
* * *Cassie got up early—there was time enough to clean and vacuum her little apartment, making certain that not one single bit of dust marred its look.
But it was sort of…
Cassie bit her lip as she went under the table, making certain that none of the gleaming tiles had the least little bit of dust.
But…
There was no man in her apartment. No man iring her ass, or complementing her on how good she kept her place.
Carla got to work on one tiny bit of dust that had somehow decided to desecrate her floor.
She could imagine how neat it would be. Her on her knees, keeping the floor just as clean as it had been when the apartment had been bought, and the man, in the living room, reading his newspaper.
Maybe looking over at her, with approval for her cleaning…and maybe letting his eyes linger on her ass as she wiggled, it, trying to get another bit of bust off the floor.
But—
Omigawd, I’m gonna be late! After all, if you got in when work started officially, you’d have no time to clean your office!
Cassie shot up, reminding herself to do some extra cleaning tonight. But now it was time to get to work.
She moved as fast as she could, and fortunately, the traffic was with her. An hour before the work day started, Cassie was one of a stream of women heading in, some of them chattering about new cleaning suggestions they’d found on the Internet. Cassie shivered.
I’d better look for some tonight, as well.
After she cleaned the apartment.
Then it was time to get to her office and start cleaning, first with the windows, then the top of her desk, and of course the computer, since dust always loved to migrate to the screen. It was a wonderful, calming sensation, reminding her she was contributing to the company. That a clean office is a happy office.
“A clean office is a happy office,” she said.
Finally, Cassie was done and got back to the work for the company. Then she got a note on her computer. Tom wanted to talk to her.
Cassie nodded. She immediately got up, a feeling of warmth rising between her legs.
Maybe he needed her to clean his office? Guys just couldn’t keep an office clean to save their lives. That’s why they had girls!
But Cassie also checked her clothes, making certain her tits were properly displayed, and the skirt showed off her ass.
She needed to be a credit to the company and look good for the men.
On the way to the office Cassie noticed the other girls were also making certain to be good looking. Tanya was hefting her tits, looking at a mirror. She frowned, then reached out and started cleaning off a little bit of dust on the mirror.
But Cassie needed to head to Tom’s office.
When she got in, she noticed Tom was… Big. Not just physically, but in the way he just seemed to fill the office, looking at her like she was here to be evaluated.
Cassie opened her mouth, then closed it. She had to be ready and willing.
Cassie swallowed once and nodded, standing in front of Tom’s desk, her hands behind her back, shoulders thrown back.
“Good, Cassie,” Tom said. He smiled. “You don’t need to sit down, you won’t be here for very long.”
“Of course not, Sir.” Wait, why am I… The thought ran away as she ed. You have to be open to new ideas.
Besides, it was easy to think of Tom as a “sir.”
“You know, you’ve been working very hard, especially cleaning. But this company has other needs, and with the reorg, there are going to be some changes.”
“Am I—going to be let go, sir?”
“What? No, of course not, Cassie.”
Cassie fought against the impulse to sag in relief. She wasn’t going to be let go.
“No,” Tom continued, we’re expanding our services, to include some… ah, cosmetic work. The business that helped us with the reorg is involved in advanced forms of cosmetic surgery. And well, they’ve decided to rent clinic space here, on the sixth floor.
The empty floor… Cassie frowned. Why would they…
“And as part of the arrangement, they’ve decided to provide free services to our girls.”
Girls? Girls!? Cassie opened her mouth to speak, but then snapped it shut. She had to be open to new ideas, and guys didn’t call pretty women women… they called them girls. Because they were pretty and sexy.
And that was important to the reorg, because if she was pretty and sexy, they’d want to keep her around, so she could show off cleaning of office every morning.
And maybe…
Clean Tom’s office every night. In fact, Cassie saw a few betraying flecks of dust on his desk.
“Um, I see…So I’d…”
“You’d just go in for your appointment tomorrow.” Tom smiled. “And then you’d talk to the doctor. She helped develop the treatment before her hospital’s own reorg.”
“Is she good at cleaning?” Cassie asked.
“Oh, she is good at everything,” Tom said. “But she makes certain to keep her office and apartment spic and span.”
“Oh…” Cassie nodded. A woman like that would understand. “Yes sir, I understand. When am I going in?”
“Right after work starts,” He said. “You’ll have enough time to clean up your own office. , that a clean office—“
“—Is a happy office!” Cassie said. She smiled. “Yes sir!”
“Good girl,” Tom said, getting up and walking Cassie to the door. “Now get on back and get to work.”
“Yes sir,” Cassie said and left. Before she was halfway out the door, Tom gave her a light smack on her ass.
She squeaked, jumping forward and then looking back at Tom.
She opened her mouth, but then closed it, her face turning read as she ed the feel of his big, muscular hand on her ass.
But it was time to get back to her office. She had a lot of work to do tonight—and then she’d take time to make certain her office was clean.
After all, a clean office was a happy office.
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