Being The Favorite Has Its Rewards

This all happened before Covid and we all worked in the office. The owner and boss, his nickname was the 'old man', liked to look down blouses and pat our behinds. If you didn't get your ass patted it meant he didn't like you. Of course this was a small office, don't think I worked at a major corporations with all kind of rules. If you wanted your ass patted or a quick hug you wore tight pants, with a tight crotch. One of his favorite things was for you to stand beside his chair with a tight pair of pants on. He liked me.

One day I wore a dress to work, in a business like that a dress was way out of the norm. Women wore pants, and some of us wore tight pants with heels, but pants not dresses. But I had bought a pair red heels and I wanted to wear them and they went best with a dress. The dress meant that he didn't have my butt to pat and there was no crotch to stare at. Beside his desk, that's where we had to stand when we went to see him I could see that he missed my tight pants. I slowly, and I mean slowly, lifted my dress until he could see my panties. He told me to pull my panties down and do it again.

I got my panties half way down my thighs and lifted my dress again, slowly, really slowly until he could see what he wanted to see. I could see that he was arranging his pants, his dick was hard and caught in his pants. So I asked him if he wanted Mommy to fix his dick. That' his nickname for me. I got down on my knees, his favorite position, and I worked his pants open and got on his dick and gave him the love he wanted. I'm pretty good at it, he taught me well.

After that day the dress code changed for women, dresses, skirts, anything that let him look up and find a pair of white or pink or orange panties. An added bonus is that when we stood beside his desk he put his hand up the back of our thigh and squeezed a handful. We had to have a code, and if it wasn't appropriate for him to be getting his hand up our legs we wore pants.

As his favorite, it was part of my duty to make sure he got enough so he wasn't chasing some girl down on the plant floor. Covid caused us to shut down for nine months. He had to let go of most of the staff, but he kept me. When I went to his house to help with some paperwork that still needed to be done for the government loans I wore nice everyday clothes. I had to sneak a kiss or a grope and once in a while his wife was out and I went over to take care of his needs.

We are back open now, but not everyone is working at the office. The old atmosphere is gone, we are back to pants and careful pats on the ass, but with new hires things are really toned down. And we have this one woman in accounts payable who is all fired up about women's rights and firing her is not so easy, she should never have been hired.