As the holidays began to approach, work started to die down. After work one day, Samantha came home excited. "Amanda is going to help me dress more appropriately for the office," she said.
With great enthusiasm, Samantha began to bring home a new wardrobe. She explained to me how her Chanel suits and Blahnik heels were appropriate for Amanda, but that they looked pretentious on her.
A few days before Christmas, I was cleaning up some loose ends with a client and realized that I had left some files in my old office. I had not seen Amanda or the inside of my office since the day WTI fired me, and I fired Amanda.
I was surprised to see Amanda's name on the door to the offices. I realized that after I fired Amanda, I had in effect abdicated the office to her by avoiding it.
I opened the door to find Samantha sitting in the secretary's desk. She was wearing a cheap miniskirt suit, a pair of discount-store pumps, and her garters were showing. She looked at me and picked up the phone. "Amanda, Robert is here to see you," she said.
A few seconds later Amanda came out of her office, looking amazing in my wife's favorite leather skirt.
She greeted me warmly with a peck on the cheek. I explained that I needed to get some files. She turned to my wife, and said, "Sam, will you please help Robert with anything he needs." She winked at me and strode back into her office.
After fetching me coffee, Sam came in and laid out on the conference table, submissively. With the confidence of an awkward teen, she said, "Amanda said anything, so take what you like."
Turnabout was fair play, and I went beyond fair. Just a few weeks ago she was dominating me, so I dominated her. After sex, she was putting her clothes back on and Amanda came into my office. Slapping Samantha on the ass, she said "thank you for taking care of his needs, dear. Now I need you to set an itinerary for me." Samantha shuffled out, followed by her boss.
After I had found the documents, I gathered my things and went to leave the office. Amanda came out of her office at the same time, and all three of us were in the reception area.
Amanda looked to make sure that Samantha was paying attention, and she pulled me tight. Kissing me on the lips, she looked into my eyes. "We're going to get away for the holidays, my lover." She held me tightly and looked down at Sam.
Samantha looked up at her eagerly. "And since Sam just bought us a private jet, the least we can do is let her tag along."
Samantha grinned and clapped her hands. She then tried to appear nonchalant and said, "If you're sure I won't get in your way."
Amanda paused to think about it. She looked in her reflection in the office mirror and admired how good her legs looked in Samantha's Manolo Blahnik heels. She enjoyed how Samantha's Wolford stockings felt on her legs and how Samantha's leather skirt hugged her body. As she held Samantha's husband in her arms, she checked Samantha's Patek Phillipe watch.
Amanda told her that she could come, but only if she could get ready in two hours. Samantha, giddy as a schoolgirl, quickly went back to the small apartment, packed a few suitcases, and dolled herself up for the excitement of being on a private jet.
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