Dasha - the sweet little mischief-maker
This is a romantic-erotic story on the theme of voyeurism and exhibitionism. In general, I hope those who are completely tired of porn, lesbian scenes, and even female masturbation will like it.
Prologue
"So, after all, why do you want to work specifically with us? It seems you're not interested in software development, games, or the IT industry in general, you only have a secondary education, I see you've just finished school, zero work experience, haven't taken any secretary courses," – Vladislav, the young head of an equally young but very promising and expanding company, looked carefully at the applicant
– young, barely looking her eighteen years, – "in connection with this, I am, let's say, immensely surprised that you even came just like that, without an invitation. Give me at least one reason for me to consider you for the secretary position with managerial functions.""Well, firstly, I'm capable and learn quickly, and secondly, it just seemed to me that you're really lacking some feminine warmth here, hee-hee. Look how everything is so strict, cold, and lifeless, just like in a hospital, and your programmers and designers are all so downtrodden, like zombies. Even though they look insanely creative on the outside." – For some time, the director looked at her very attentively and thought; he had a paradigm shift, because no matter how you looked at it, this girl exuded decency, she was full of energy, confident in herself, and moreover, she was very pretty both in the face and with her long legs, and judging by the very short and inappropriate colorful sundress with frills and bows she was wearing in this office, and moreover, clearly without a bra, not too shy. Maybe it really is worth shaking up this collective of nerds?! Let's see how capable she is.
"Lacking warmth, you say? Well, okay, you have three probationary months to envelop this lifeless office of ours with your warmth," – he said sternly at first but smiled at the end.
"Hooray, thank you!" – Dasha unexpectedly exclaimed and simply jumped up from the little sofa, the short sundress jumped up after her, for a moment showing the director her pink panties with little hearts, but she didn't even pay attention to it, stepping towards the desk she stared expectantly at the director with her big childlike eyes, – "and when do I start?"
"Uh, when, when... well, tomorrow at nine, actually, you start," – the director looked at Dasha a bit bewildered and didn't know what to think, meaning, did she flash me accidentally or on purpose? Looking at her, it didn't seem like it was on purpose, everything about her was too cute and innocent, and damn, it was very captivating, he really liked the sight of her bare legs in those childish panties and if she continues to walk around like that then, – "yes, let's go to HR as well, they'll tell you what to bring..."
After walking around the office, the director briefly showed what was where, and Dasha immediately took notes with a pen in a little notebook, which amused the director, who couldn't remember the last time he wrote something down not on a tablet or laptop. They visited both the programmers and designers, who met the smiling Dasha with some surprised, like what's this doll doing here, some with joy in response, like finally a living person, some with lustful thoughts, looking at the short hem of the sundress and the long slender legs, like I wish I could... and these, of course, were the majority.
And Dasha looked at all of them with anticipation, anticipation of imminent adventures. And finally, Vladislav showed Dasha the stress relief room, at the sight of which Dasha's panties got wet from excitement. A large room, completely lined from floor to ceiling with soft mats, like in a mental hospital, where you could jump, tumble, hit the walls, and fight with similar foam pillows and bats lying around, or hit small punching bags, or run on a treadmill, or ride an exercise bike. Dasha immediately kicked off her ballet flats, jumped onto the floor, and after running a couple of meters on the springy floor, couldn't resist and squealing, collapsed, the sundress riding up again, demonstrating her cute butt to the pleased Vladislav.
And again she seemed to pay no attention to it at all, giggling as she got up, she jumped a few times, smiling happily and looking at the director, who was watching attentively as the sundress rode up in time with her jumps and who now definitely understood that he hadn't made a mistake with the secretary, at least in this regard, now he just had to somehow suggest a dress code with a skirt no longer than this, or even shorter. But Dasha asked him about it herself.
"Is there a dress code? The guys didn't seem to have one, right?"
"No, there's no dress code," – he paused, – "and do you know why? Because by clothing, you can very easily tell what's inside a person."
"Yeah, I've read psychology books too, well, I like cute little things like these," – she ran her hands over the sundress, – "how about you, do you like it, is it too inappropriate for the office? And the length? What should it be, longer or shorter, hee-hee? You tell me what's needed, I'll dress as you say."
"Don't worry, Dasha, you look wonderful and the length is fine too, you wanted to liven up our office, so go ahead, experiment, longer if you want, shorter if you want" – He was very tempted to suggest something stricter and sexier, since she was up for anything, but he restrained himself, later such a chance, he was sure, would also present itself.
Day One.
Though for it, she wore wider shorts-like panties, to not feel too naked, and a bra, even though she had beautiful and firm breasts about a B-cup size, with which one could easily go without a bra, but now she thought that without it on the first day would be too much. On her feet were black sandals with stiletto heels and wide tie-bows around the ankles. Her long hair was gathered into a neat ponytail with a yellow hair tie with a small bow. It looked very business-like, but also very sexy and very cute! Seeing what she was wearing, Vladislav couldn't believe his eyes, what a kitten, what a dress, well, he was immensely pleased, the male staff would be pleased too, but the female staff not so much, rumors would immediately start that the director hired a secretary for obvious reasons.
Well, of course, rumors are always inevitable, we'll survive, interesting, what kind of underwear is she wearing? He braked, she smiled joyfully, opened the doors, and just like yesterday, absolutely not paying attention to the dress riding up and opening at the bottom, where there were no buttons, she stepped through the doorway and sat down on the light leather seat. Vladislav noted that the panties were black and were very wide, like shorts, oh, too bad, it would have been better if they were thongs... or none at all... He squirmed from these fantasies. Without adjusting her dress, Dasha placed her purse on her lap, simply blocking his view.
"Put your purse back so it doesn't get in the way, and buckle up," – he tricked her, Dasha thought for a bit, obediently did everything, but seeing her panties through the open flaps, she smiled embarrassedly and even blushed a little, started adjusting everything, glancing at Vladislav. He smiled joyfully, looking at her.
"Sorry, I miscalculated the length a bit, wanted to make it longer, but it turned out like this, it's just my only more or less business-like one, thought it should be just right. How do you like it for the office, by the way?"
"Great little dress, so you sewed it yourself?"
"Great, well done! And don't worry about the length, hiding such legs is a sin," – said Vladislav and then they both stared at each other in shock – "did I say that out loud?"
"Hee-hee, yeah, but I took it as a regular compliment, so it's all good, thank you, I'm glad you like it, because many for some reason think wearing such things is vulgar and therefore think I'm some kind of you-know-what."
"I understand. They judge by the clothes, and then the matter usually ends with an instant verdict. There's an old Indian saying, 'Don't judge a man until you've walked a mile in his moccasins.' It's about not judging people if you don't know what actually drives them."
Dasha nodded admiringly, like, I understand... They talked about various things all the way, but mostly about Dasha, and a little about work. Vladislav was very interested in this unusual girl. His wife, although she had a model-like appearance, was somehow empty inside, cold. And this one shone and burned and didn't seem to be shy about anything at all. They arrived, parked. Dasha, reaching for her purse, again inevitably flashed her panties at the director, again smiled embarrassedly, covered the front with her purse, opened the door, and got out, flashing from behind as well. Vladislav, looking at her, was very pleased with his choice of secretary.
They entered the business center building, passed through the turnstile to the elevators, where several employees of their firm were already standing, Dasha of course hadn't remembered everyone yesterday, so now she tried to do it again, asking names and remembering distinctive features. Everyone greeted each other, these were, judging by the thick glasses and pimply foreheads – programmers, the elevator arrived, they got in, the programmers, breathing heavily, glanced at Dasha's legs, Vladislav of course noticed this, and Dasha too, but didn't show it at all, and inwardly rejoiced, wasn't this why she dressed like that?
They went up, got out, dispersed to their offices, Dasha went to HR, where a girl Marina sat, young, a bit older than Dasha. Seeing Dasha, she was slightly taken aback, and then naturally thought what she was supposed to think about Dasha – a hundred percent the director's little secretary. While processing Dasha, she looked at her and thought something like, "And the face, so sweet sweet, and the eyes so honest honest, what a bitch, playing the innocent." And Dasha sat, obediently listening and doing everything she was told, but wondered why Marina was talking to her so rudely, as if she had offended her somehow. Okay, maybe she got out of bed on the wrong side. Or maybe her outfit upset her? Marina herself was dressed strictly, in black trousers and a blouse...
Twenty minutes later, Dasha was already sitting at her workstation and attentively listening and writing down everything that the slightly flustered sysadmin Andryusha was telling her, and flustered because, leaning over Dasha and pointing at the monitor, he was looking with one eye at Dasha's legs and, through the open flaps of the dress, Dasha's panties, which he was very happy about, because apparently Dasha herself didn't give a damn about this fact, now she was only interested in the process of using the computer, which she knew very superficially – only for browsing the internet at home. But she was a capable student and she liked mastering this technology.
In parallel, Vladislav showed where and how to make coffee and tea, and during the break, they sat together in his office on the leather sofa, drank coffee and tea, and watched the company's products on the big TV. Dasha was interestedly delving into the presentations, and Vladislav with no less interest was examining Dasha's panties, which were again clearly visible because the sofa wasn't very high, and Dasha wasn't sitting very carefully. And the longer he looked, the more, of course, he wanted to see what was under them. After the break, she left, and he started seriously thinking about how to sleep with her. That's how men are, all the same, just see a short skirt. At lunch, he suggested they go to a good cafe.
"And is it not expensive there? With my salary..."
"Business lunch is two hundred fifty," – seeing Dasha hesitate, he immediately offered, – "Well, let's do this, today I'm treating, and then you can see for yourself."
"Okay, I agree."
They went down, got in the car, drove to the cafe, parked, got out, entered the cafe. Dasha immediately liked the atmosphere, they sat at a free table, a waitress came, they ordered two business lunches. While it was being prepared, Vladislav decided to talk on the topic.
"Andryusha said you learn quickly, I'm glad, so don't worry about the salary, it will go up after probation, and how much would you like to get?"
"Thirty-five thousand would be great, and fifty would be even greater, but that's all fantasies, to get fifty you need a head like this and glasses or at least have some kind of talent."
"And you think you don't have talent? I fundamentally disagree. You have a talent for throwing men into confusion, with your childlike innocence and sexuality and openness, I don't know, like some erotic model." – Dasha blinked her eyes, well, here we go, the conversation went in the inevitable direction, – "here I am now in great confusion and would like to ask you, purely hypothetically, without any hints or implications, for example, if I pay you fifty thousand a month, and you, in addition to your main functions, perform some other ones, personally for me? You understand what I'm talking about?"
"Uh, are you suggesting that I sleep with you? You mean sex, right?" – She asked this so easily and naturally, without changing intonation or showing emotion, that he even got nervous, although this hadn't happened before, he nodded – "I understand, of course, sooner or later, I expected such offers, but I'll refuse and I'll explain why, firstly, I'm still a girl and I don't plan to have sex with anyone before marriage, and secondly, you're married, do you really want to cheat on your wife with the first girl you meet? Is everything really that bad? And fifty thousand for sex at least every day, or even more often, that's very little, really! Here you need to offer at least ninety, but I'll still refuse, even for a hundred, because I'm not like that, hee-hee! Are you upset?"
And Vladislav suddenly felt like the most idiotic idiot in the whole world, what was he even thinking, asking this question now, before getting to know her better, to draw any conclusions. Right, he was thinking with his dick, what a fool! To humiliate himself like that in front of an employee! But Dasha, as if nothing had happened, looked at him with her smiling childlike eyes and it seemed this conversation hadn't touched her at all.
"Uh, I apologize if I offended you, I suggest we forget this conversation, I don't know what came over me."
"It's okay, everything's fine, I'm not touchy at all, and you know what came over you – arousal, men are always like that, from arousal they completely lose their heads, but since we're having this conversation, I suggest we steer it a little in a different direction. Do you like erotica?"
"What? You mean watching?"
"Well yes, you do watch striptease or erotica on TV or the internet, how do you feel about it?"
"Positively, with my wife we even watch together often."
"Well great, this is what I'm getting at, I myself don't consider just looking at nudity cheating and I don't consider the naked female body something forbidden or bad at all."
"I agree, I also and..."
"And I have a counter, hmm, also a business proposal, if you want, I can simply undress in front of you. I promise, it will be interesting."
"Oh wow, simply, you mean for money?" – Vladislav no longer knew what to think, the situation was changing at a wild speed and he wasn't controlling it.
"Well yes, of course, I'm not a fool, if people are willing to pay, why do it for free?"
"Commendable, you're very smart, Dashunya, and a very interesting proposal, what can I say, and how much money? And where? And when? And how?" – For some reason, this hooked him perhaps even more than sex.
"Well, you're willing to pay fifty, if you pay fifty thousand as salary, then wherever, whenever, however you want. Honestly, honestly, the whole working day I'll be at your disposal. But payment will be at the end of each day. Overtime and weekends, of course, separately, he