Barbi

CHAPTER 3: OFFICE RULES

Barbi set the alarm for waking early the next morning. It was an important day for her. Her first day in Mr. Howard's office. She still wasn't sure what a ditzy bimbo like her could do for an important man like Mr. Howard, but he assured her that she would. There was a lot to do before she left for her first day. For one thing, she had to make a decision about what to wear. She wasn't great about making those decisions, so she decided she needed extra time. Mr. Howard had fucked her several more times at his house before returning her to the little apartment. Then, it took her some time to sort out closet and dresser space for the new clothes.

She showered and shaved her cunt, legs, and underarms. An important day can't be started with stubble, she mused. Smooth smooth smooth. She especially wanted her cunt smooth. She did her makeup and brushed her hair. Standing in front of the mirror, she smiled. Naked and looking good, she thought. If only she could just stay naked. she sighed.

The choice of dressing was made a bit easier because Mr. Howard had selected all her new clothes, so any of them would be right. She started simple. White thigh-high stockings. Then, a white lace thong. She really, really like a naked cunt, but Mr. Howard was firm that she needed a thong in public. But then he added, unless he told her otherwise, and that had given her a chill of exciting possibility for the future. Next, she selected a dark, pleated skirt and stepped into it, remembering to fasten it low on her hips. She checked herself in the mirror. Right, right, she said to herself. No thong showing. She looked at my DDs jutting out from her chest. She love her big breasts. Men do, too. She knew that. She wasn't sure how she knew that, but it was firmly in her mind as fact. In the same way, she just knew that bimbos were meant to please men by fucking them. She just knew.

She selected a buttoned short-sleeved white blouse that was semi-sheer. Most of the blouses he selected for her were semi-sheer or sheer. She slipped it on and buttoned it up except for the top two buttons. She looked at herself. She could just see her nipples underneath, and the more she looked, the harder her nipples became. She unbuttoned another button and thought about what Mr. Howard would probably like. She unbuttoned another, which was just at her nipple line. She raised up on her toes and dropped to her heels. She smiled at the bounce her unrestricted breasts freely made. She loved for her breasts to be free to move. Men did, too. That was another thing she just knew. She might not know much, but she did know those things.

She found the office building, but then had to find a place to park. She circled the block a couple of times and was glad she had left early. Then, ditzy, she saw the parking garage sign. She entered the spacious lobby and walked deliberately to the information desk, her heels clicking on the marble floor as she did. A number of people turned to watch her. They were all dressed in serious business suits and dresses. She was glad she was a bimbo and didn't have to. The woman behind the desk watched with an open mouth as barbi approached. Probably because of the way Barbi's breasts were bouncing and swaying as she stepped. Well ... Barbi considered it could be because the skirt she wore barely covered her cunny or ass. She giggled to herself. She felt so free compared to all of them. She was definitely lucky to be a bimbo.

Barbi was directed to the elevators and to the seventh floor, office No. 721. When she got off on the seventh floor, she looked at the sign on the opposite wall. There was an arrow to the left with numbers and an arrow to the right with numbers. Too confusing. Bark turned right and started walking, her heels making the click, click sound. She smiled at the people she encountered, several men stopping to watch her. See, she thought, she knew she was right about what men liked. After a bit, she realized she went the wrong way. She should have gone to the left. Oh well, thought, she was already halfway around so she continued. She found office No. 721. Marty Howard and Associates, Attorney at Law, it read.

She sheepishly knocked on the door, but nothing happened. She turned the nob, found it turned, and pushed to the door to enter. In front of her was a large desk standing on four legs and a thick glass top. The desk had a monitor, a laptop, a tablet, a smartphone, and an office phone on it. Nothing else. There was a credenza behind it and a six-foot wall about as wide as the desk behind it. She could hear the sounds of people talking, fingers on keyboards, and the general hum of an office. Still, nobody came to greet her. She walked around the wall, and in a moment, the entire open area of cubicles became quiet.

She found herself before four men openly gaping at her. To say she was flustered would be a huge understatement. "I ... ah ... am looking for Mr. Howard," she finally managed to get out. One of the men managed to gather himself enough to point to an open office door. She nodded with a smile and headed that way. In the quiet, her high heels again became clear with their clicking on the tile of the hallway past the cubicle area.

She knocked on the open door. "Mr. Howard?" She saw him sitting at the large, highly polished desk, his shoulders and head hunched over some paper. He looked up at her voice and instantly smiled.

"Barbi!" he exclaimed. "Finally, you are here."

"Sorry, sir," she stammered. "I didn't mean to be late ..."

He waved away the start of her apology. "Not what I meant, my dear. I meant it is wonderful that you are finally here at my office. I have big plans for us, and you are going to be very valuable."

"Thank you, sir, but I still don't understand what I can do here. I'm not very clear usually." She stared at him. "I mean the law ... I don't ..." and she stopped. She looked at him, and he looked at her. "The law," I repeated.

He nodded, "You remember the law, don't you, Barbi? You were a brilliant law researcher, and I believe you still are. You will assist me in the most difficult and complex cases. I am truly pleased you are here."

She was confused. Difficult and complex legal cases? She will assist him. She knew she was just ... a ditzy bimbo ... but ... what was she remembering? What are these new thoughts and memories?

"I can see it in your face, dear Barbi. I can see that when I challenge you with a case, with finding a legal precedent, you will find it for me. It is still there. You are a bimbo, Barbi, but you are also brilliant." Her head was spinning, and he jumped up and sat her down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. He leaned back on the edge of his desk and watched her. "Confusing, isn't it, dear?" She nodded. "We'll work it out. Just give it time." She nodded numbly again.

"Thank you, Mr. Howard. It is confusing. I know I am a bimbo. I like being a bimbo and especially your bimbo. Brilliant?" She shook her head. "I don't know, sir. But ..." she continued, "I mean, I trust you, Mr. Howard, and you are so so smart, but..."

"You do trust me, don't you?"

"Of course, sir, always and completely. Tell me what to do and I'll do it. This other ..." she paused while fiddling with the edge of her tiny skirt. Even with her legs together, she was probably exposing her thong. "I believe you, of course, I guess. I trust you."

He smiled. "Good. Excellent. Let's talk about the office." Barbi smiled at the change in topic. He moved back around his desk and retook his chair. He was smiling, and that made her smile. "The car I left you is okay?" She told him it was. "How do you like your new clothes?"

"They are wonderful, sir. Other people must have liked them, too, because so many people stopped to look." He smiled at that, too.

"You are very sexy, Barbi. These new clothes are sexy, too. You belong in those kinds of clothes."

"Oh, yes, Mr. Howard." She crossed her legs and glanced down. The bottom of the tiny skirt was at the top of her thighs. The lace tops of the stockings were in clear view, including the bare skin above them. "You know how much I like being naked, and these clothes make me feel dressed, but it can feel like I am almost naked, too. Especially without a bra, Mr. Howard. Thank you for not requiring me to wear bras." She shook her shoulders to feel her breasts move. He smiled.

"Okay," he started again. "Office rules. You like rules, don't you, Barbi? They allow you to be free from having to think?" She nodded vigorously. "I like that you left buttons undone on your blouse. Unbutton one more so it is unbuttoned below your nipple line." She looked down and straightened her back. She undid one more. The blouse gaped more. She could clearly see the insides of her breasts. It felt even better. They would move even more, she thought. Mr. Howard sure understood a lot of things, she thought.

"Open our legs, dear," he said next. She did immediately, of course. "Good, girl." She smiled. "You have a beautiful cunt, Barbi, but you have to be careful where it might be possibly exposed. I hope this isn't too complicated for your bimbo mind." A determined expression of focused crossed her face. He was warning her to pay close attention. "When you are at my house, how are you dressed?" Naked, she said with an excited smile. "In your apartment?" Naked or dressed, her own choice. "In public?" Dressed in panties or a thong, she replied proudly that she was getting it all correct. "Okay, good girl. Now, the office. Is the office a public place?"

She stared at him. The office was behind a door, but ... there were other men in the office. But, more than that, she pondered, other people from outside could just walk in like she did. "Maybe, sir. I think ... uhm ... someone could just walk in like I did. Yes? Is it public?"

He smiled. "You're right that someone could and will just walk into our office. That makes it kind of public. But, and this is why I thought it might be confusing for you, it is also our space, right?" She nodded.

"I think I need a rule, Mr. Howard, if the office is public but also our personal space. You know me, sir. I get confused," she calmly admitted.

"This is the rule for the office, then. Stand up and take off your thong." She stood immediately, raised the skirt, and pushed the thong down to her feet. She put a hand on his desk and raised a foot to take the removed item. She put it on the chair next to her. When she sat down, she left her legs apart per his previous instruction. He smiled at that. "Yes, you have a very pretty cunt. The rule for the office is to remove your thong when you enter the office and leave it on the corner of your desk."

"For everyone to see, sir?" He nodded. She shrugged. That was simple. She liked rules.

"How many other men are in the office, Barbi?" Four, she said quickly. "What do men like to do with bimbos and what do bimbos like to do with men?"

"Oh, that's an easy one, sir. Fuck, sir. Men like to fuck bimbos and bimbos like to fuck and suck men's cocks." She smiled broadly as she answered with confidence.

"Exactly, dear. That's another reason for how you are dressed. They can simply lift your small skirt to fuck you because you won't be wearing a thong." She nodded with understanding. And, she thought, they will know she's not wearing a thong because it will be on her desk. "But," he continued, "since the office is kind of a public place, we have to be careful where you get fucked."

"What's the rule, sir?" she asked.

"Follow me," he said. Barbi stood with him and picked up the thong, letting it dangle from a finger. He led her out of his office to the closed door of the only other office next to his. He motioned to it, and she opened the door. she smiled in recognition and surprise. It wasn't exactly the same kind of office, of course.

"It's like the guest room in your house, sir," she exclaimed with excitement. The office was empty except for a queen bed in the center and a credenza on one wall. The bed only had the fitted sheet on it.

"Yes, dear. I could only get a queen-size bed to fit in here, but I think it will do. What do you think?" She looked at him. It was nice but ... "Oh, the rule, of course. This is where you should be fucked. That way it is private and not public, and you can be naked." Wow! Was he smart? She thought. He even figured out a way for her to be naked inside the office.

She threw her arms around him and then noticed the other four men standing just outside the office-bedroom. "You are so smart to figure it all out, sir," she gasped. Lowering her voice while looking past him at the other men, "Sir, do I get to fuck all five of you in the office here?"

"You do, Barbi. Do you like that?"

"Oh, yes, sir. I'm a bimbo, right? That's the thing I like most ... well," she mused for a moment, "being naked, too. I think I like them both the same amount."

He smiled and turned. The men standing just outside the office door all moved back a few steps to give them some room as he led her back into the main office area. He introduced the other men: Tom was the private investigator and photographer, 31 year old, 6' 1" tall and looking strong (I would find he had a 8 inch cock); Adam was an intern specializing in criminal law, 26 years old, 5' 10", average build (8 inch cock); Jason was an intern with a general focus but interested in personal injury law, 5' 10", average build (7 inch cock); and, lastly, Billy, an intern specializing in estate and property law, 6', athletic (7 inch cock).

As Mr. Howard ntroducing each one, they stepped forward and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. Then, he turned to her. "Oh, right," Barbi blurted out, realizing he wanted her to introduce herself. "Hi, guys, I'm Barbi. I'm really excited to be here and working with all of you. I'm a ... I'm ..." she thought and thought. What was she here? The guys all had specialties. "Mr. Howard keeps telling me I'm a researcher," she giggled, "but we'll see about that." She giggled some more, and the guys all smiled and patiently let her stumble with her introduction. She took a deep breath and spread her arms, and all eyes dropped to her chest. "I'm really excited to meet you, and I know we'll get to be good friends. What I do know what I am is ... well, simple put, I'm kind of ditzy, so I hope you can be patient with me."

Mr. Howard put his arm around her shoulder, his hand pulling one side of her blouse to the side. She glanced down to see one of her big breasts exposed. She looked up at the guys who were fixed on the exposed breast. "I think Mr. Howard wants me to be more ... uhm ... clearer about myself. Is that right, sir?" He nodded and took a nipple between two fingers. "I said I was ditzy, but I forgot to say I am a bimbo, really. That's why I am ditzy. Someone down in the lobby called me a dumb blonde because I am blonde, but I'm not, I'm really just a bimbo." He squeezed the nipple. "I guess I am rambling, aren't I? I guess I am nervous because I want all of you to like me."

"You should tell them what a bimbo is, dear. We don't want any confusion," Mr. Howard urged.

Barbi giggled and smacked her forehead. "See what I mean. You might not know what a bimbo is, huh? This is why I hope you can be patient with me. So, yeah, bimbos like fucking men and men like fucking bimbos. Yeah, bimbos like fucking men as much as men like fucking, and I am definitely a bimbo, right, Mr. Howard?" He nodded with a big smile. "Oh, yeah," she continued and jerked a thumb over her shoulder at the office-bedroom, "the rule is we have to be careful because the office is kind of a public place, so I can't be naked out here, but this office-bedroom is a private space when the door is closed, so I can be naked." She leaned a bit forward, "You saw the bed in there, right?" she giggled. "Okay, so, what else? I really like being naked, but Mr. Howard says I can't in public places. Oh, pooh, right?" They laughed. "So I have to be dressed in public and wear panties or a thong because my skirts are so short. I like my skirts. I hope you do, too." They assured her they did and couldn't seem to stop smiling. That made them seem really, really nice. She thought they must already like her. "Anyway," she continued, "this is where it gets a bit confusing because the office is kind of public, but Mr. Howard said I shouldn't wear my thong in the office." She shrugged her shoulders. "Confusing, right? But, as long as I know the rule. Oh, yeah, another thing, Mr. Howard said is the short skirts are good for. After all, they can be lifted for a quick fuck because they are so short and I won't have panties on." She gasped for a deep breath. "Did I get all that right, Mr. Howard?"

"You did great, Barbi." He spoke to the guys, "You heard the bimbo. She's available. If you just need a quick blowjob while you work, have her get under your desk. If you want to fuck her, use this office. When that door is closed and anyone should come in, it is up to everyone else to greet and take care of them." They all nodded while scanning Barbi's body. "Work, gentlemen. We are here to get work done. As long as that happens ... make Barbi a happy bimbo." He teased her nipple, again. "Right, dear?"

"Oh yes. I'll be a happy bimbo if I can make you all happy, and I am sure fucking me will make you happy."

He then released her breast and led her to the desk in front of the glass door to the hallway. Barbi put some extra sway to her hips because she knew the guys were still watching. She glanced over her shoulder and blew them all a kiss. Mr. Howard's hand was under her short skirt and holding her bare ass cheek. She was getting pretty horny with all this talk about fucking and the touching.

"Is this my desk, Mr. Howard? It's really pretty. I think it's the prettiest desk here," she admitted.

"It is, and I bought it especially for you. Sit in the chair for me." She did as he said, of course, and moved in as if she was working. He looked down and smiled. "Yes, very pretty and not just the desk." Reach to the side of the desk like you are reaching for something." It seemed like a funny game, but she did it. He smiled bigger without saying anything more and left. She heard him tell Jason she was ready.

Jason was going to be helping her with the computer and stuff. He was the most talented with everything electronic, she had been told. He led her through setting up passwords for the system and logging on. She wrote everything down on paper. She asked him to be patient and slow. When he was done, it was almost noon. He was about to leave when she stopped him.

"Jason, when Mr. Howard was here, he got a big smile on his face when he looked while I was sitting here."

He laughed, "That's because I can see your pretty, bare pussy."

She looked down. Yeah, she supposed. She then looked up at him, though, "Jason, a bimbo doesn't have a pussy, she has a cunt."

"Okay, then a bimbo wouldn't have breasts, either, she'd have tits."

She looked at him and down at her chest. She smiled. "I like that. When you are standing in front of me, how much of my tits can you see?"

"The whole inside, but not quite the nipples. You have really nice big tits, Barbi." She smiled at him. She thought so, too.

Just then, Mr. Howard arrived. "Let's get some lunch, Barbi." She jumped up and was almost at the door when he stopped her and pointed at the corner of the desk. Oh, gosh, she thought. Her thong. "Try to remember, Barbi. You have to have your thong on when you leave the office."

"Sorry, Mr. Howard." She held them and stepped into them, pulling her skirt up as she pulled them into place. She held up her skirt, "All set, sir." He shook his head and laughed.

She had to say that walking on the sidewalks with a bit of a breeze sure feels good on the legs and ass. It would feel even better if she didn't have to wear a thong. Once again, there were a lot of men who seemed to like her, judging by the number of looks and smiles she got as she walked the two blocks to a small restaurant. At one point, the wind picked up her skirt, too. She pushed it down, but Mr. Howard said she shouldn't. He said it was just nature's way of helping her please men by letting them see her thong, bare ass cheeks, and open her blouse. Okey dokey, she thought, She was all in favor of making men happy.