The Beard by Karen Blayne

The red tape first.

Copyrighted Karen Blayne. ©2013. All copies must be of the complete document.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. ASSTR may do anything with it.

Luv Karen

Somehow I managed to walk out of the office and reach the elevator. Those fatal words “We’ll let you know.” Followed me, my first interview in three months, god I wished I could just crawl under a stone, I mean I felt awful, so much depended on getting a job, well any job at the moment.

“Are you all right?” There was someone else in the back of the elevator. I just started crying. He guided me out at the sixth floor and into the building’s cafeteria. “I need a coffee and I think you do too.” I dried my eyes and stood in the queue. The guy in front of me had a plate of bacon, egg, sausage and home fries, I must have stared too enviously for the next thing I knew there were two more on the tray. “I rather fancy breakfast this morning I hope you’ll join me.” I looked at him and recalled mother’s warnings, he had a beard, long hair and a shirt, tie, and jeans, I mean definitely more than strange, still tummy was hungry and mother wasn’t there. I just nodded.

With proper food in tummy for the first time in a week I felt so much better. “Job interview?” I nodded, “Let me guess graduate and they tested your filing skills?” I looked at him in amazement. “Oh it’s not difficult, Jarvis think graduates who think are dangerous they just want someone to answer the phone and select the correct answer from a pick list. They would have driven you out of your mind in a week. So what’s your degree in?” I found myself drawn out by Jacob and telling him all about my problems about trying to find a job. “Well I have a few dollars in the budget for staff which I haven’t spent yet, what sort of salary where you looking for?” I told him the sort of range I was looking for and he asked if I could manage on a salary that was $10k more than the top of my range. “I’d offer you less but I have to spend the budgeted amount or it counts against me. If that’s agreeable, it will save me having to talk to the agencies etc. and I’m never happy at giving them a percentage of the salary. Come back upstairs and I’ll sort out the paper work.”

What was a poor girl to do? I followed him to the elevator and we took it to the 13th floor. I was surprised that there even was a 13th floor. “The rent’s cheaper on the 13th.” Oh silly me why hadn’t I thought of that. He had a pleasant window office with a real wall on one side, partitions on the other sides but still quite large. He had me sit at the computer and fill in lots of forms about where I’d been educated, where I’d worked and what experience I’d had whilst he looked through my CV. Fortunately I had most of my details on a USB stick so I could just cut and paste them. Well until it asked me what size shoe I took and other personal details. “What possible reason does it have to ask me my bra size?” “Oh I have a rack of servers next door so for health and safety reasons you need to wear safety boots so just fill in the shoe size bit and leave the rest blank.” It came back and said I hadn’t filled in the mandatory fields. “Oh well you have a choice, you can either fill in the fields on the automated system and I can start you this morning or I can submit a paper request that needs to be manually processed so that would put the starting date back by about a month or six weeks.” I filled in the intrusive form. I hate computers.

“Right, read through this lot of background material for a meeting tomorrow morning, I think they have some weak points in their proposal so I’ve given you a list of questions I’d like you to ask. Hopefully we can get them talking around those points and thus get some revelations. We’ll drop by and see Tracy on the way to the elevator and drop off your shoe size.” He passed me two binders and one of those supermarket bags they charge you a dollar for at the checkout under the pretext you’ll reuse it rather than just stuff it in the trunk like everyone else. Then he printed off my shoe sizes and stuff and we set off to find Tracy.

The gum chewing blonde with dark roots, Tracy, was sitting close to the widow painting her nails. She took my printed details and looked up at me before nodding. Jacob smiled at her and escorted me to the elevator. “If you could be here in the morning by eight that would be appreciated. Dress is very casual by the way.” With that he left me at the elevator. I skimmed through the binders, hey this was my sort of stuff, intellectual work I could use my brain on, who needed jobs with Jarvis.

I spent the entire afternoon and evening reading through all the details until every possible detail about any possible thyristor was deeply embedded in my mind, after I’d handed back Kelly’s work suit and Julia’s best silk blouse of course. They were as thrilled as I was about me landing a job especially as I could now pay my share of the grocery bill but weren’t quite so thrilled at the idea that we couldn’t go out to celebrate since I needed to study for the meeting in the morning.

Next morning I carefully chose a pair of jeans that weren’t quite designer so they’d blend in with the ones Jacob had been wearing the previous day, and my grey professional looking top with the lace edging. Jacob I repeated in my mind. It would never do to forget your boss’s name now would it. I arrived at 7:55 a.m. to be greeted by a mug of coffee. “Good morning, glad to see you on time, once you’ve had your coffee I’ll get Tracy to sort out your uniform for the day.” Uniform? I didn’t recall anything about uniform, oh well it would save my clothes from wear and tear. Tracy arrived five minutes later carrying a few boxes, “Shall we get you changed in the test room?” I followed her out and into the test room where she threw the bolt on the door. “We don’t want anyone wandering in now do we?” It didn’t feel quite safe with the printed notice on the wall saying safety boots must be worn at all times. “Ignore that, they won’t fall off the rack by themselves, he only has it up there to stop people holding meetings in here.” She first put on a pair of cotton gloves which seemed a bit odd, protection against server racks perhaps? Then she opened the first box and drew out a luxurious pair of real black seamed silk stockings. The sort of things you hear about but mere mortals could never afford. I was stood there in my underwear. “You need to take everything off the garter belt goes on first or you can’t go for a pee.” I stripped off completely.

The black garter belt went on next followed by a scrap of black lace and a tiny white petticoat edged with more lace. She handed me a bra, well it was more half a bra really, the top half seemed to be missing. “Isn’t there some sort of lacy bit to cover the breasts?” I asked naively holding it in place as Tracy did the clip up at the back, “I don’t think so but the top will cover you up.” I looked down, it seemed to be less respectable than nothing at all, the way it framed my breasts, thank heaven they didn’t sag. She slid my arms into the top and did the buttons up on the front. I looked at the colour in aghast by which time she’d wrapped me in a tiny flared pleated skirt held together with Velcro that barely covered the petticoat, and even that was pushed out by the petticoat. “I can’t wear these they aren’t decent.” “Jacob said he wanted a distraction at the meeting, perhaps if you talk to him?” Damn right I was going to talk to him. I didn’t have a mirror but I was quite certain it was the sort of outfit you might wear to a Vicars and Tarts party if you wanted to up Tart everyone else if you know what I mean. I took a step towards the door. “Hang on a second you’ll get runs in your stockings if you go without shoes. I’ve got three pairs for you to choose from see which fits best.” Well they resembled shoes in that they went on one’s feet but for someone who had only worn a half inch heel before they looked like trouble. I glared at her “What about my old shoes.” She shrugged “Well you can do a lot more damage to him with heels.” Right then I perched on the tallest pair with the narrowest sharpest stiletto heels and wobbled to the door and into His office. I caught sight of his dropped jaw and laid into him. “I can’t possibly put forth a professional image dressed like this!” The heels caused me to stumble and he dashed forth to catch me in his arms. I wasn’t sure but I think I heard him mutter something like “Depends which profession.” Just before he lowered his head and kissed me. As the kiss deepened my treacherous body melted. “Oh dear that wasn’t very professional of me was it?” I heard him say before he gave me another devastating kiss. I remember thinking I hadn’t expected his beard to be so soft.

He guided me over to one of those sex toy things. You know with the obscene pink plastic thingy sticking up in the air then sat me down on top of it. I hadn’t quite caught on that the wisp of black lace had some sort of opening when I’d stepped into them but now as the pink plastic thingy slipped inside me and I put my hand down there I turned red with embarrassment, he knew my knickers weren’t covering those important bits that should be covered. “I can’t possibly sit here with that thing up my...” I hesitated to name exactly where it was, “Just try it for five minutes, it’s not going to get you pregnant or anything, and just think of the money. If it’s not comfy after five minutes then you can come off it.” “Five minutes then.” He twiddled two knobs and it started moving inside me. I looked shocked at him. “Just five minutes.” He leaned forward hugging and kissing me in a reassuring way. I wasn’t certain which was the most potent, his kiss or the vibrations down there, together they were a heady mixture. I remember a conversation at college once about the big ‘O’ when someone had asked how did you know if you’d had one or not. The reply was if you had to ask then you hadn’t had one. I’d kept quiet. It was only now that I understood what had been meant.

He looked at me as I squirmed, “Just another thirty minutes then we’ll go to the meeting.” Thirty more minutes of this Oh My, Oh My God. When he eventually turned the machine off he had to physically lift me of the damned pink peg. To say I felt wobbly at the knees was a decided understatement. He pulled my skirt down and gave me another devastating kiss. “Right off we go. Here's your pen and pad.” I was quite sure I needed some support to walk but did it have to be his hand under my skirt on my butt.

We entered the meeting room, I mean I’d heard other girls boast about how they’d made an entrance that had everyone spell bound, but me, who’d look at me twice. These guys did. I suppose I should have expected it after all how often did they see someone who looked like they’d just spent the last forty minutes being well and truly, well whatever it was that I’d been experiencing for the last forty minutes.

I must say jaw dropping attention is a very heady thing that every girl should experience at least once in their life. I couldn’t help it, I played up the trollop in me I hadn’t known existed up until now, turning my back on them and bending at the waist I placed my pen and pad down on one chair, I was good, I didn’t quite wiggle my butt at them but from the length of my skirt I knew they could see my black sheer sopping wet knickers clinging to me above my black silk stockings. I felt another surge of pleasure between my legs. Then I moved a perfectly good chair to one side and pulled in another from the wall before bending over at the waist again to pick up my pen and pad. No one said a word about having to wait for me. Jacob was sitting on the same side of the table as I was so I crossed my legs and let my skirt ride up above my stocking tops. Good he had a hard on, let him suffer as he tried to run the meeting. Across the table the salesman’s eyes seemed fixed on by chest, Oh dear my hard nipples framed by my apology for a bra stood out under my thin top, his attention wasn’t helping. OK I would play this one not as a professional but more a feather headed blonde tart who just wanted to hear what fascinating things they had to say.

The salesman and the techie introduced themselves, at the head of the table sat the sponsoring manager. Jacob kicked off the meeting. “I’ve had my assistant look through your proposal and I think she has one or two points she’d like you to expand upon.” The rat oh well it was my turn. I had a list of dodgy points but started off with gentler questions to build a rapport with the other side.

I started with “Could you use a different sized box?” and explained that I would have preferred ones that just fitted a standard ISO container rather than ones that left gaps at the end and top. The techie was interesting. I got the impression he wasn’t just a techie but perhaps the owner of the company, the weak point of their team? For someone who had experience in flattering boring elderly males at mother’s dinner parties over the years he was putty in my hands. The secret was to imagine them as the sexiest film actor you’d ever seen. A bit of flattery, an eye lash waver or two, an expression of admiration, what was more effective a pair of hard nipples thrusting against my thin top or a gentle lean forward resting my breasts on my arms to make the most of my cleavage, you just had to look as if what he was saying was the most interesting thing in the world. Soon the salesman had picked up on the danger and tried to take back control of the conversation but it was too late as he was over ruled by the techie.

I managed to get him to talk around every point that Jacob had noted might be weak, and I got another three in myself that Jacob hadn’t mentioned. My questions answered the sponsoring manager brought the meeting to a close. We all smiled and shook hands. I let my breast brush against the techie’s arm, well he had to have some reward for being so forthcoming didn’t he? Besides which I could see it irritated Jacob and just at the moment he deserved all the irritation I could hand out. As soon as the sales team had left the room the sponsoring manager turned to Jacob saying “Well that went well didn’t it. Shall I send you the order for your approval?”

Jacob and I exchanged glances. “Shall you explain or shall I?” I took a more professional stance and looking down at my notes, I took the sponsoring manager through all the points that had come out in the meeting, including the size of thyristor that would be needed to handle the application, too large to fit in the proposed box for a start. “Did you notice a number of times he said that the 258 model could do that easily but they were proposing a 372 model.” He looked crestfallen. Jacob tried to cheer him up. “I could have raised a few of those points but I suspect Miss Chambers handling of the techie brought out a lot more information than I could have managed.” A mere male admitting that a girl could do better than he could, I felt faint.

He guided me back to our office his hand still resting on my butt under my indecently short skirt. “I’m sorry about what I did to you this morning but you performed even better than I’d hoped. The proposal with service contracts would have been a $300 million solution that wouldn’t have worked and with that amount of money floating around even 1% in the right place can cause problems. You probably saved my company from going under.” My company was that he owned the company or worked for it. “I suggest we take the rest of the day off to recover. Perhaps I can take you out for lunch?” My mind was working feverishly. “Let me visit the washroom first?” He nodded and I deliberately wiggled my butt as I walked out of the office to find Tracy. “So how did you get on?” I gave her a thumbs up. “But who is Jacob?” “It’s a private company and officially all expenditure over $2 million has to have his approval.” I looked at her “But that’s not quite all?” Tracy looked round to ensure no one could overhear us then lent forward. “Seeing as he’s sweet on you and you’ll probably find out in time anyway, one day I happened to see some paperwork at the lawyers when I took a package over there. He is the company but likes to keep a low profile.” Right armed with my new knowledge I returned to the office. I had to make a point that I wasn’t just a tart at his command. “I don’t have to wear this outfit for the rest of the day do I?” He acquiesced. I rewarded him with a kiss on the lips. “Good then let’s go.” “Don’t you want to get changed first?” “Not really I thought we could save money and pick up a take away and eat it at your place. Since that’s not quite so public why would I want to wear anything other than black silk stockings for you in private when you’ve been admiring them all morning? Besides which I’ll need my other clothes in the morning to come to work in. I mean you are planning to invite me to stay the night aren’t you?” I added provocatively.