FootFetish — 14
And so, the first week at Dima's new job had already passed.
The accounting department was on the same 29th floor and consisted of one large room divided into three offices, or more precisely, the largest room was the main accounting area located right at the entrance. All the specialists and accountants were situated there.
Further on, from this room, there was an entrance door to the chief accountant's office, where Irina Vladimirovna presided. There was also another room with a door, which housed archival documents in cabinets, lockers for clothes, and there was also a small sofa where one could sometimes rest a bit without disturbing anyone and
without being embarrassed, take off their shoes and put their feet up.Of course, on the first day, when Dima was introduced to the team, Yulia Sergeevna immediately determined Dima's level of "coolness," relegating him to the role of a dishwasher, thereby cutting off any possibility of him being or eventually becoming a brutal male in the female-dominated team.
And so it happened; Dima was immediately saddled with this duty—washing the girls' dishes and dusting. Only the modest Elena Dmitrievna always went and washed her cup herself in the restroom after using it.
But the red-haired vixen Natalya immediately saw Dima as her victim for moral humiliation and for using him for her various needs. She constantly reminded him about unwashed cups, about crumbs on the lunch table. It was in the corner of the office, where there was a kettle, a microwave, and kitchen utensils. Some girls sometimes went to the archive room during lunch to lie on the sofa, where there was also a TV; mainly, the chief accountant Irina Vladimirovna liked to occupy the sofa.
Natalya constantly picked on Dima from morning until she went home or until Dima and Allochka left to visit clients. That is, he was under her constant pressure, but not overtly aggressive, which could escalate into an open conflict, but rather a meticulous, abusive pressure, constantly humiliating his already not-so-high ego.
Allochka sometimes stood up for Dima; she told Natalya that Dima was under her supervision and that he was officially her assistant, not Natalya's, and that one should generally treat a colleague respectfully, especially one who was also the only "male" in the office—that's exactly what she called him, as calling Dima a man would probably be incorrect!
However, Natalya only argued with Allochka, saying that Dima was subordinate to her only in matters directly related to work itself, not in general issues within the team. And regarding Dima being the only "male," she said that he should be even happier about such fortune and should himself do everything to make the ladies comfortable with him, not wait for remarks and requests!
These arguments, of course, humiliated Dima, as they happened right in front of him without requiring any position from him regarding himself. Without the slightest embarrassment, they simply openly divided him up, as if he had no voice at all, no right to his own opinion, as if he were a powerless object! And that's how it was!
Irina Vladimirovna, of course, heard and saw how these two young bitches were dividing Dima up, but did not intervene. She too, as if nothing had happened, would bring out her used mug and place it right under Dima's nose on his own desk, hinting that it needed to be taken and washed.
Dima did not insert himself into the girls' argument, constantly postponing his opinion for later, burying himself in his computer. His silence only confirmed that he was sinking lower and lower in status.
When Yulia Sergeevna entered, Dima could taste her cunt and would hunch his shoulders, expecting her to call him for another blowjob at any moment. Although Dima was already prepared for this and even dreamed of giving a blowjob to Lidiya Ivanovna, imagining her every evening while masturbating in his bed.
This request stunned Dima and, of course, it left everyone present in a stupor; only the chief accountant was not present during this near-execution. Irina Vladimirovna was in her closed office preparing another report, and when she was preparing a report, she immersed herself in work completely and even skipped lunches.
"Well, go on! I'm waiting! What? Do you want to disobey me or something? Huh?" Yulia Sergeevna pressured Dima with her gaze and dominant tone.
Dima, looking around in embarrassment and casting quick glances at everyone present, took a tissue from the nightstand, letting everyone understand what would happen next.
"Well, you girls are something else! This is really going too far!" exclaimed the modest Elena Dmitrievna, standing up, and with an annoyed sniff, she completely left the accounting department on some business of her own, taking a stack of papers with her.
Dima watched her leave, holding the wet wipes in his hands like a last hope and a mockery of himself. Elena's outrage and behavior made him blush completely and feel just as he had back then in Lidiya Ivanovna's office.
This was truly low! But Dima had already accepted the terms of employment! Back there, in Lidiya Ivanovna's office, getting on his knees and giving a blowjob to this very Yulia Sergeevna. The taste of her cunt reappeared on his lips!
Moreover, he had even received a substantial advance, which surprised him again, as he had expected a large salary, not an enormous one.
But apparently, this enormous salary included the fact that he not only had to work but also serve.
But to serve Lidiya Ivanovna, well, maybe also Yulia Sergeevna, as the deputy! But the current situation Dima found himself in, or rather, was put into again by his abuser, frankly defined him as being in the rank of some kind of slave!
Dima fought with shame and humiliation in his mind, but his body and hands did their own thing. He approached Yulia Sergeevna on not-quite-his-own feet, taking out the wet wipes.
He would have done this without a problem in her office, even in front of Viktor, but here it had to be done in front of the new team he still had to work with, in a team where Allochka was still trying to somehow stand up for him, and somewhere in the distant reaches of his dreams, Dima still hoped that he would somehow get out of the dishwasher rank and become a normal colleague.
He was hoping for the upcoming drinking party, which he was supposed to organize this Friday at Natalya's insistent suggestion, on the occasion of his integration into the agency's team.
But the situation with the forced care for Yulia Sergeevna's shoes completely shattered his hopes for anything. On the contrary, it probably gave even more rights and hopes regarding him to the red-haired Natalya.
Dima was already squatting in the middle of the accounting department, carefully taking out the wipes and wiping Yulia Sergeevna's shoes, who stood with her hands on her hips, sticking one foot forward, and when one shoe was impeccably clean, she switched feet.
"Well, you forgot to wipe here too," Yulia Sergeevna pointed with her finger at Dima, who was red as a lobster.
"And you missed a spot over there too," Natalya sneered and giggled. Sitting on the edge of the table and smiling triumphantly, she looked at Dima's defender, Allochka. Catching Allochka's slightly bewildered gaze, Natalya tilted her head slightly to the side and spread her hands, as if to say, "See what your Dima, whom you always defended, is like." Allochka lowered her eyes a little sadly.
Dima carefully and diligently cleaned Yulia Sergeevna's shoe from raindrops and asphalt dirt; he was now on one knee before her. It was very uncomfortable for him to wipe the shoes while squatting, as Yulia Sergeevna didn't even bother to lift her feet.
"Well, where are you?" The accounting department door opened, and Yulia Sergeevna's friend, the IT manager Irina Andreevna, appeared and, seeing Dima engaged in such work, widened her gray-blue and even somewhat bottomless eyes.
Irina Andreevna is an elegant, married, beautiful, red-haired fifty-year-old woman with a third-size bust, of short stature, standing at 167 centimeters and weighing only 65 kilograms. Her weight and height were perfectly combined on her appetizing figure with a slightly rounded and sexy belly. Her elegant bob haircut emphasized her stately posture, exposing the delicate and well-groomed skin on her neck. Visually, she looked 10-15 years younger.
Dima abruptly pulled away from Yulia Sergeevna's shoe as if he had been caught giving his boss's ass a blowjob. Although, from an outsider's perspective, that's exactly how it looked!
Dima seemed to be currying favor with Yulia Sergeevna, wanting to please her, engaging in what is called in such cases, "ass-licking"! But this was only visible to the naked eye; for Allochka and Natalya, however, it was obvious that if Yulia Sergeevna now asked him to give her a blowjob in front of them, Dima would, just as embarrassed, look around and, hugging her ass, would obligingly lick her!
But for Irina Andreevna, it looked a bit different! She thought this syrupy boy was courting her friend, that he was just trying to get in her pants this way, and that this was simply one element of a male conquering a female.
"Oh, what a knight!" Irina Andreevna smiled broadly.
"Alright, that's enough," Yulia Sergeevna turned her ass towards Dima and, twitching it like a cat, walked away from the office, leaving Dima in a kneeling pose in the middle of the room.
She didn't even think to thank him, which raised great doubts in Irina Andreevna's mind about the "courting male" she had seen.
"What was that?" Irina asked her friend, no longer understanding what she had just seen.
"Oh, nothing," Yulia smiled mysteriously at her. "I'll tell you sometime. He misbehaved," she added, and they smiled at each other and went about their daily chores, as if completely forgetting about this incident.
But Irina Andreevna was still sometimes visited by thoughts, and curiosity tore at her—"So what was that really? Who is he? What is he?" "Alright," thought Irina, "I'll find out the details from Yulka about this pretty-faced newcomer later!"