Kristin's Demotion

by Lorenzo Marks

  While Brian went over to fix her drink, Henry said, “As I was saying - and I’m sure you are very well aware - Kristin’s been having difficulty keeping things together recently. We’ve tried her in the role of my assistant but, well, I’m afraid she keeps sneaking off to run her favorite little errands around the office.”

  Brian handed Kristin her drink and retook his seat.

  “Yes, that has been brought to my attention by a few of the staff,” Brian said lamentably.

  “The fact is, Kristin has confided in me that she wishes very much to continue to work here but she feels that she would be better suited in a less intellectual role.”

  “Is that correct?” Brian asked Kristin.

  Again Kristin looked towards Henry before replying. He had, of course, rehearsed this whole conversation with her earlier. What she was about to say was in fact, the last thing in the world that she wanted. Not only was she giving up her precious vice presidential position, but she was being forced to convince Brian that she no longer wanted it.

  Henry observed the anguish on her face as she attempted to formulate her answer.

  “I… it’s just that…”

  “Take your time, dear,” Brian said, patting her on the knee.

  Henry nearly choked on his drink. This was priceless!

  “Just tell Brian what you told me,” Henry prompted.

  Kristin heaved a shuddering sigh and said, “I think I can benefit the company in a new capacity. As you can see… I have been trying to look more…sexy these days.”

  Brian flushed. Of course he knew all about her new-found sexuality!

  “Yes indeed, I have noticed. But how would that benefit the company?”

  “It’s a new concept for us,” Henry said. “But it’s used by a lot of companies nowadays. A bit like the way the commercial airlines present their hostesses as a welcoming face.”

  Brian was nodding slowly.

  “I see… sort of a customer liaison position.”

  “Kristin’s even come up with a title, haven’t you?” Henry said.

  It seemed to take forever, but finally Kristin got it out.

  “Junior…Hospitality… Girl,” she said in a low voice.

  The title was Henry’s creation of course, and it had the desired effect. Even sensitive old Brian couldn’t keep a smile off his face.

  “Good title, Kristin,” he said.

  Henry caught his eye and shrugged. Kristin looked as though she was going to faint.

  “I think it could work,” Brian went on, encouragingly. “It’s good to see you coming up with new ideas again, Kristin.”

  “Thank you,” she mumbled.

  “We thought it would be a good idea if she still reported to me,” Henry said. “She’s more comfortable that way. Of course, any time you need her, she’s all yours.”

  Brian looked at him sharply and cleared his throat.

  “Yes, well, I have no problem with that. There is one other matter of importance, I’m afraid. I can’t afford to pay two vice president’s salaries.’

  “We’ve already talked about that,” Henry said. “Kristin’s looking to simplify her lifestyle in order to get back on track. She’s moving out of that expensive apartment and selling her car. She’s more than happy to accept a grade one salary again. The same as the juniors are getting.”

  “Oh,” Brian said. “That’s quite a step backwards. You won’t have much to live on, Kristin. Are you quite sure about this?”

  Kristin nodded glumly.

  “Well, that certainly takes the pressure off me,” Brian said. “And it looks as though everyone has got what they want out of this.”

  He raised his glass.

  “To the future prosperity of OFS.”

  They clinked glasses and downed their drinks, including Kristin who looked to Henry as though she needed another.

  “May I ask a question, Pump… er, Kristin?” asked Brian. “If you’re moving out of your apartment, where are you going to live? Back with your parents?”

  “No,” Henry interjected. “She’s asked if I have a spare room where she can lodge. She says she needs my total support at this time.”

  “I see,” said Brian disappointedly.

  “Needless to say,” Henry added. “It will remain a purely professional and platonic relationship. I know company policy states that romantic liaisons are strictly forbidden.”

  “Quite, quite,” Brian spluttered. “I didn’t mean to suggest anything like that.”

  “Of course not,” Henry said. “I think our new arrangements are going to work out very well.”

  He glanced across at Kristin who looked ready to collapse.

  “And I think with a little work, Kristin has a very bright and interesting future ahead of her.”

  Chapter Thirty

  Kristin had never been so cold in her life. It had snowed overnight and every lawn on Poplar Drive was covered with a thick white blanket. Master had decided that after breakfast, she would clear the driveway. But of course, there was always a catch.

  She had been at it for twenty minutes now, her breath hanging in thick clouds as she shoveled the snow. She was wearing a grey woolen hat, tennis shoes and the pink spandex leotard Master had chosen at Amy’s Wardrobe. That was all.

  Her rigid nipples pointed through the shiny material which also rode high up into the crack between her ass cheeks. To make matters worse, Tony from next door kept appearing at his front window to follow her progress, particularly when she bent down to scoop up the snow.

  A couple of times, passing cars slowed down to get a better view and one of them even stopped to take a picture. These humiliations however, were a secondary factor in Kristin’s current state of depression. Before getting changed, Master had made her call her parents and inform them she would not be making it to Thanksgiving because she was still away on business. Her mother was naturally very upset. It would be the first one Kristin had ever missed and she felt awful about lying to her. It was just another reminder that her life was now totally under Master’s control.

  Another horrible task ahead that afternoon was to go to her apartment and cancel her rental contract. Today, Master had said they would collect as many of her personal effects as they could fit into her Outlander. She loved her apartment and it was going to hurt like hell moving out of there. She recalled how Master had told Brian she would be renting a room at his house. What bullshit! Her ‘room’ was Master’s bed - if she pleased him. If not, then it was the floor.

  A chill breeze whipped across the flat lawn bringing up goose bumps on her skin. Remembering Master’s admonishment that the sooner she finished, the sooner she could get warm, she continued scraping the metal shovel along the driveway.

  Master. She dwelt upon that as she scooped up the snow and tried to ignore the biting cold. Intellectually, she knew he was just plain old Shepard, really. A boring and unattractive man whom she had easily vanquished before her world had come apart. And yet somehow, Master was a different person. He looked like Shepard, but he was much stronger. She was totally afraid to challenge his authority. Sometimes he hurt her and he always enjoyed humiliating her, but then again, he also fed and clothed her. When she was allowed into his bed, he was gentle with her and she had become accustomed to his smell and taste. It was as if her brain was splitting in two. There was Henry Shepard and Kristin Hartman and then there was Master and Pumpkin. Separate worlds, different stories. Kristin would continue to look for a way out, but Pumpkin needed to keep Master happy.

  She reached the end of the driveway and leaned on the shovel. Her hands and feet were numb but she was pleased with what she had done. She walked back up to the house and rapped on the front door as she had been told.

  Master opened it and surveyed her work.

  “Very good, Pumpkin. Now go and ask Tony if he needs anything done.”

  Rubbing her arms and shivering, Kristin didn’t at first register what h
e had said.

  “Master?”

  “Go and knock on Tony’s door and ask him if you can do anything to help him. I’ve got work to do.”

  The only ‘work’ Kristin had seen Master doing was watch television but rather than make him angry, she crossed over to Tony’s house and timidly rang the bell. Since that awful night when he had watched Master walk her on a leash to the bottom of the garden, she hadn’t since much of him although she had glimpsed him watching her on occasion. Once, when she had taken out the trash wearing only her collar and heels, he had made a point of stepping out into his back garden and greeting her. As Master had been inside at the time, she had turned away from him so that all he got to see was her bare ass.

  This was un-chartered territory however. It was the first time she had ever gone to his house. Master was still watching as she waited for the door to open.

  “Remember,” he said. “Whatever he asks you to do, you will comply. If you don’t, I will find out.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He closed his front door just as Tony’s opened.

  Standing face to face, Kristin had forgotten what a muscular young man he was. He was also, she supposed, quite handsome, definitely a notch up from the men she had been forced to service at OFS the past week.

  “Hi,” was all Tony could manage as his eyes traveled up and down her trembling body.

  “M-M-Master wants to know if there is a-a-anything I can do for y-you,’ Kristin said through chattering teeth.

  “Huh?’

  Tony was still ogling her body. Much as she abhorred the idea, Kristin realized that she desperately needed to get warm.

  “M-may I c-come in?” she pleaded.

  “Sure.”

  Tony opened the door and led her into his living room. It was the same size as Master’s but much more nicely decorated with modern shelves and a flat screen television.

  Kristin stood with her arms clasped around her. The room was warm but her core body temperature had dropped severely.

  “You look freezing. Go stand by the fire,” Tony said. “I won’t be a minute.”

  He went back out of the front door and walked across to Master’s house.

  While Kristin tried to get warm, her mind, uninvited, mulled over the instruction session Master had given her the night before. They had arrived home from work as the snow had started to fall. After she had cooked his dinner and sucked his cock – her fourth sex session of the day - he had made her kneel in front of him, hands clasped behind her head while he laid down the rules of her new position at OFS. This had nothing to do with Brian. These were Master’s rules.

  The first order of business had been for Kristin to log into her bank account on his laptop and set up a monthly transfer into his own account. This, he had informed her, was to cover her rent and upkeep. The fact that she was rarely clothed and sparingly fed didn’t prevent him from appropriating her entire much-reduced salary every month. In other words, she was now effectively working for free. As she had accepted this with dull compliance, he’d gone on to describe the finer details of her future office conduct.

  First, she was to address every other member of staff as either ‘Sir’ or ‘Madam’ regardless of their position in the company. This even included new staff, trainees, janitors, or whoever, the implication being that she was always going to be the lowest-ranked employee in the entire company.

  Second, unless she was ‘entertaining’ clients, she was to continually offer her assistance to everybody in the office. That meant, even if they didn’t want any help, she was to keep working her way systematically through the office until somebody found her something to do. Apart from reinforcing her reputation for uselessness, this strategy ensured that she would rapidly become regarded as something of a nuisance.

  Third, she was always to obey any request or command made of her by anybody in the office, without question. The only exception would be if Master had overruled it, or had given her alternative instructions.

  Fourth, now that word had gotten around that her new nickname was ‘Pumpkin’ she would only respond to that name. If somebody called her ‘Kristin’ or ‘Miss Hartman’, she was to ignore it. From now on, her name was simply Pumpkin, and she had better get used to it. In fact, Master had said, he would have a name badge made up for her so that even visiting salesmen and deliverymen would know her name straight away. With a wicked grin, Master had added one more thing. From now on, Pumpkin was to refer to herself in the third person only.

  Finally, she was never to discuss any relevant or important business matters with any of the staff, especially Brian. Any ideas or insights she had could be shared with Master - for which he would take the credit. In fact, if he ordered her to solve a particular problem, then she would have to make sure she provided him with the answer promptly or risk incurring a punishment. As far as the rest of the company was concerned however, she was to act dumb. If anybody asked her anything, however simple, she was to say she didn’t know the answer, or simply look confused. In time, they would stop asking.

  Tony reappeared and closed his front door behind him.

  “I just wanted to make sure Henry knew you were here,” he said awkwardly. “He says I’ve got you until lunchtime.”

  Kristin waited for her instructions but none came. Tony could not tear his eyes away from her body.

  Finally she asked, “Do you have anything for me to do, Sir?”

  Tony let out a short, startled laugh.

  “God, Kristin, do you have any idea how hot you are?”

  “I… I think Master sent me to do some work, Sir,” she said meekly.

  “Work, yeah. Okay.”

  Tony rubbed his chin and looked around the room.

  “Well I guess you could tidy up. Put things away, neaten up the kitchen and the bathroom, that kind of thing.”

  With a solemn nod, Kristin began moving around the room, picking things up, straightening chairs. Tony sat on his sofa and watched, ogling the curves of her body under the tight spandex. When she went in to clean the kitchen, he followed and likewise, when she went upstairs to the bathroom.

  “So how did you get like this?” Tony asked, watching her folding his bath towels.

  “Sir?”

  “How did you become a slave? Henry says you like it.”

  For the first time, Kristin made eye contact with him with a look of utter desolation.

  “Yes, Sir, I do.”

  Tony’s gaze was fixed on her ass as she wiped his washbasin.

  “Damn, you’re fucking beautiful,” he whispered. “Why don’t you go into my bedroom and make the bed?”

  Kristin stiffened briefly and then did as he asked. Again he followed like a puppy. She could hear his breathing as she smoothed the sheets, and then something else. His belt buckle. An involuntary shiver ran down her back.

  “Could you lose the leotard, sweetie?” he said thickly.

  Kristin turned to face him. He was naked, his cock erect. His broad chest was covered in hair and his stomach was flat and muscled. Kristin felt a warm rush between her legs. She hooked her thumbs into the shoulder straps of the leotard and pulled it down to her waist.

  “Holy shit!” Tony said. “What a gorgeous pair.”

  Kristin bent forward and pulled the garment down over her legs and stepped out of it, leaving her nude except for the cap and the tennis shoes.

  Tony came towards her and put his mouth against hers. Frightened at his sheer youth and masculinity, she kept her mouth closed. His warm breath flooded her face. Her lips parted and his tongue thrashed wildly inside her mouth, tracing her teeth and the roof of her mouth.

  She fell backwards onto his bed, feeling the iron-hard length of his cock against her thigh. He was out of control now, squeezing her breasts and then sucking and biting on her taut nipples. Kristin felt the heat growing in her pussy as they rolled over, she on top now, sliding her wet cunt along the length of his shaft. The
n it was inside of her, and she ground her hips down on him, her breasts bobbing as he cupped them with his hands.

  Kristin closed her eyes, increasing the rhythm, all of her shame and misery evaporating in a wave of ecstasy. She began to cry, tears rolling down her cheeks, her hair flying around her shoulders.

  “Oh, God! Fuck me! Fuck Pumpkin!” she yelled.

  She felt him gush into her just as she reached her own crescendo, bucking and gasping, digging her nails into his chest.

  She collapsed onto him, sweating and panting, her tears soaking his neck.

  “Oh, baby,” Tony was saying, stroking her hair. “You needed that, didn’t you? And I’m supposed to be paying you!”

  Kristin raised her head.

  “Pardon, Sir?”

  “A buck a time. Every time I shoot my load, I pay you a dollar. Didn’t Henry tell you?”

  He checked his watch.

  “We’ve got three hours, Pumpkin. I reckon you’ll have earned yourself at least ten bucks by the time we’re done.”

  Chapter Thirty-One

  In the conference room, Mr. Yamada and his associates, Mr. Mitori and Mr. Rojo, listened to Henry give his presentation. He was nervous. Everything hinged upon this. As the brand new company vice president, it was crucial that he didn’t lose this account.

  So far, things had not been going too well.

  Yamada - the one who counted - had been watching him impassively the whole time and try as he might, Henry hadn’t been able to elicit a positive reaction out of him. Any reaction at all, for that matter. The only time the silver-haired Japanese executive had shown any kind of animation was when Kristin had come in to refresh their coffee cups. In fact every man in the room - including Roger Levine who was assisting Henry with the presentation - couldn’t take their eyes off her.

  It was hardly surprising. Henry knew that although there was a chance that the deal could be secured by conventional means, he had long since acknowledged that he would most likely have to play Kristin as his trump card. It was a gamble because Henry wasn’t even sure that Yamada, a married man, would even be interested in her. But he had yet to meet a red-blooded male that wasn’t blown away by Kristin and so he had dressed her up accordingly.