Two hours later, Karen Starr found herself seated in a salon chair inside a large trailer Cal had rented outside of the StarrWare Industries building. Outside, she could hear the sounds of a construction crew setting up a stage for Cal's introductory press conference as the company's new CEO. Cal had spared little expense in making sure everything was right for his big debut on the national stage. He had told her that he was using StarrWare's money to make all of these pricy purchases. At the time that didn't sit well with Karen, but when she had questioned him he had simply laughed in her face. His cutting words following that mocking laughter all still resonated in Karen's head, though, and it made her face, which was thick with sultry makeup, burn in shame. In the end, Cal was right, of course. As the heroine now understood, he was always right. After all, it was she that had nearly bankrupted StarrWare Industries. If it meant using some of the company's funds to further Cal's name through every national news outlet in the country, and with that StarrWare itself, then who was she to argue?
Karen pouted her glistening red lips and looked at her reflection. The pretty young brunette that was styling her hair was going to great lengths in transforming her normally shoulder-length straight hair into big bouncy curls that framed her face and rose off the crown of her head in an overly feminine bouffant. The stylist had told her that this was exactly how Cal wanted her to look. She further explained that sweeping her hair away from her neck would make it easier for the new StarrWare CEO to collar her during the press conference. Karen had agreed with her stylist that it was a brilliant idea and rubbed her legs together. She felt herself becoming more and more wet at the idea of changing her appearance for Cal.
The sexy stylist did exactly as Cal had ordered. Karen did exactly as Cal ordered. They were both so submissive to such a strong, commanding man, and Karen wondered how she could have ever imagined herself running a company? How absurd! Karen now knew that it was long overdue that she had a man in her life to make decisions for her. To tame her. She had been such a stuck up bitch of a boss and now it was time for her to be brought low by Cal and the rest of her former employees. He had told her that in the end this would be good for her and she couldn't help but agree with him.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Karen moaned out. She couldn't help herself. Just the thought of being submissive for Cal had made her pussy quiver and she gazed longingly at her reflection and to the sexy little tart shaping her hair as Cal had instructed. The two women made eye contact with one another and Karen Starr could tell the sexy brunette was just a turned on as she was. They both flashed sexy, knowing smiles at one another.
"I must say you're so gorgeous, Jill. And you're doing such a lovely job," Karen complimented, "I think Cal will be very happy."
"Do you really think so? I so want to impress him!" Jill husked, her naked chest heaved in arousal and Karen sighed out when she saw the sexy stylist's nipples stiffen at the thought of the soon-to-be StarrWare CEO, "He really is sexy, isn't he, Bitch?"
Karen moaned out once more, this time at being called her new title, and nodded her head yes with a wanton look in her eyes as Jill continued to work on her. Having the stylist ditch her modest long-sleeved top had been another brilliant idea Cal had suggested when Jill had showed up for work. The heroine known throughout the world as Power Girl gazed hotly at her own highly-sexualized appearance in the mirror. She had been dressed in a white skintight latex mini dress with a plunging halter-styled neckline that put her round tits on full display. The hem of the dress ended just below the curve of her ass so her long legs would too be showcased. Gone were the days of sensible work apparel and in its place was a new wardrobe of slut wear and just the thought of it once more caused Karen's pussy to tingle. Her eyes became lidded as she continued to vainly drink in her own reflection, and she could see her own rock-hard nipples clear as day through the thin layer of latex currently squeezed tightly over her tits. She looked so yummy and Karen fought the urge to hike up her brief mini-dress and plunge her perfectly-manicured nails into her steaming hot cunt.
Every now and then Karen would look down at her speech she would be reading when it was her time to officially hand the CEO position over to Cal at the press conference. She recalled being initially repulsed by each and every one of Cal's ultimatums but that was before when she was still playing at being some big, important CEO. Now, she was as far from a Chief Executive Officer as a woman could be. No, not a woman. It was just as Jill had said. She was a Bitch. And not just any Bitch. She was Starr Ware's Company Bitch, and she had a responsibility to Cal and her former employees under to act like a Company Bitch.
As she read over the numbered list of her new directives, she thought back to giving Cal a titty-fuck and how he had blown his load directly at her face. She smiled mischievously recalling how he had also introduced her to her new favorite food, delicious hot cum! She had feasted on his seed that covered her face and then thought to how some had dropped down to her collar bone and the space just above her big round tits. Cal had made her rub the cum into her skin. At the time, she had wanted so badly to lap the remaining jizz up but Cal had made it clear that it would be better to leave some remnant of him on her skin and he was right. Presently, the heroine's hand absentmindedly drifted to those areas and she began to slowly rub them as she continued to read over her speech. She would then bring her fingers up to her mouth and suck on them as she would a cock hoping to taste some bit of Cal.
'I'm such a cum hungry Bitch!' Karen thought, swirling her tongue around her index finger.
Just then, the door to the trailer opened and Karen and Jill both looked over excitedly to see if it was Cal. To their shared dismay, they both saw a group of women all dressed identically in white latex short-sleeve blouses with a black collar and black latex pencil skirts. They wore black pumps with soaring heels and their hair were pulled back in neat buns. Karen recognized each of the women as some of the prettiest women that worked in the office, their looks only improved by the similarly thick makeup as Karen. At the front of the group was her former personal secretary, Rachel. The petite brunette minced up to Karen and looked her over, cocking a perfectly-sculpted eyebrow in a slightly domineering fashion.
"Lookie, lookie, girls," Rachel said, flashing a mocking smile down at Karen, "It's our old boss, the Company Bitch. Loving the even sluttier Marilyn look, Bitch!"The women around Rachel all giggled at the secretary's sarcastic tone.
"Hello, Rachel," Karen murmured, "Ladies. You all look lovely."
"That's quite the compliment coming from someone as lowly as the Company Bitch," Peg, one of StarrWare's top saleswomen called out, flashing her own mocking smile.Karen looked down in embarrassment at being laughed at.
"That's right, Bitch. We don't need to suck up to you anymore," Rachel sneered, "Thanks to your shitty business practices you're looking at what remains of StarrWare's female staff. You see, Cal has instituted an incredibly strict code for not only dress but appearance as well."
"AKA, no old hags or fatties allowed," Joan, a marketing exec purred, flashing a grin of superiority. This drew laughs from the group of identically-dressed women.
"And it's not just that," Rachel continued, "Cal has also stated that he doesn't want any women serving in any important business-capacity for the time being. He said that StarrWare had a women in such a role and it drove profits into the red."
Karen's eyes darted back and forth in shame. Still, the thought of Cal lording his authority over all of these women was getting her worked up and she uttered a soft groan.
"So we're all joining Rachel as secretaries," Joan further explained. She then felt up one her tits through the confining material of her skintight blouse before husking out, "Cal's orders."
"And Cal's continuing with the Blowjob Dispenser program. He said that our lips should be used for the purposes they were intended for! He actually complimented you, Bitch, believe it or not," Peg said, "Cal said that was one of your few good ideas as CEO. What do you know, ladies. A broken clock is right twice a day!"
This time even Jill joined in on the laughing Karen's expense. Her face burned in embarrassment and she felt tears welling in her eyes, but the heroine dared not cry since it would ruin her slutty makeup for Cal's big day. Just the thought of Cal again made her pussy tingle and she fought the urge to jump out of the chair and mince her way to the bathroom to relieve the need between her legs. She batted her extra-long lashes and once more looked up at the women.
"I'm so sorry," the ashamed heroine managed to get out.
The room was once more filled with laughter. Rachel looked the scantily-clad blonde over and gazed at her hungrily.