Decisions Decisions by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

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. ©2017 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. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author.

Luv Karen

The damn traffic had been bad this morning, someone had sneaked into my usual parking place, and to top it all I had a gut feeling about the new project. The girl came sneaking into my office waving what was obviously a C. V. I looked up at her, she had good legs, decision made. “You're hired. You start tomorrow at seven am.” I returned to my emails. Sandra came in carrying my coffee. “Sandra I thought your job was to guard my office so people didn't sneak in.” Sandra placed my mug carefully on my desk. “Well I could do but then you'd have to get your own coffee. Which would you prefer?” Damn woman, always has the perfect answer for everything. I glanced at the girl who was looking wide eyed at the idea that my secretary got me my coffee. “Are you still here?” “But you haven't told me what I'm to do yet.” “General dogsbody, Sandra will tell you all about our employee benefits.” “She will? Sandra wasn't aware we had any?” I read some management report that said staff turnover was lower for staff who had them. “Well sort some out then.” God no initiative some people. Sandra guided the open-mouthed girl out of my office. “He called me a dogsbody.” “Yes well some jobs are like that, now we have a variety of pay scales so why don't you come and choose which one you prefer?”

I was in the next morning at 6:30, no traffic, I'd grabbed the perfect parking spot next to the elevator life was good. I walked down to the kitchen and set the coffee on to brew. Perfect taste, life was definitely good. I looked down at my watch 6:58, I poured a second mug and added a dash of milk and carried them back to my office and placed one on the table behind me. I might be the boss but for that reason I had a small office, a desk against the wall on one side and a table on the other. Well we were short of office space so I was setting a good example. That was another thing I'd read in the management report.

I smiled at the girl when she entered looking bleary eyed. God the temptation to carry her back off to bed was overwhelming but the damn management report had been quite specific about not bedding employees on their first day. I just hoped it was worth the money I'd paid for it. “Your coffee is on the table. We're a bit short of space at the moment so you'll be working on the table behind me. I've sent an email off to get you a work station installed.” “I hadn't realised Sandra came in so early.” “She doesn't.” Then the penny dropped. “I made the coffee so any complaints...” She seemed to realise she'd said the wrong thing. “No no I'm sure it will be perfect.” She took a sip, “Not bad.” Then she grinned at me before I hired someone else who wouldn't dare criticize my coffee. Look for people who will stand up to you, it had said. “Now that I'm here what would you like me to do?” How could I answer that? Take your clothes off and give me a blow job? Lean over the desk? I was good “Traditionally it's read through the manuals when you first arrive. Other than that try to take as much load off Sandra as you can. I suspect she's pregnant, so do her shopping, the photocopying etc. but she hasn't said anything yet don't mention anything to her. She'll get round to mentioning it in her own way and in her own time.” “Could you find me a manual to read?” And I thought she was supposed to be the dogsbody. I walked over to the kitchen and pulled out the coffee maker and the microwave manuals and dropped them on her desk. She glowered at me. That kept her quiet at least until Sandra came in. “Is there a dress code?” High heels? I remembered something about dress codes and high heels. “Ask Sandra, something about high heels I think.” She gave me a look that would scorch a lesser man and stormed off to see Sandra.

“That man is impossible!” Even I heard her from Sandra's office. “What's he said now?” “I asked about dress code and he mentioned something about high heels and to talk to you about it. High heels as part of a dress code in this day and age. I ask you!” Sandra laughed out loud. “He's in a good mood then today. Yes there is a dress code and he's quite right the only item in it is high heels. You are not to wear them in the office for health and safety reasons. You may wear anything else but I suggest a florescent pink tee shirt doesn't quite project the professional image. So sort of neutral clothes work best.” She came back to the office and picked up the coffee maker manual and our two mugs. I heard her collect Sandra's from her office and walk down to the kitchen.

When she came back, I pointed at the three-foot high stack of binders one of the bidders had submitted to support their bid. “We have a meeting in two days time read through the requirements then check their bid meets them.” I had a gut feeling about the smile on the salesman's face there was something fishy about the bid but it was the cheapest so that's the one we'd go with. One of my techies had thought that we ought to go open source but if it worked fine if it didn't then we'd have real problems.

She had a very expressive face, and at the moment it was expressing horror but then she capitulated and picked up the requirement’s document. I left her to it and wondered off to whatever meeting Sandra had me booked in for this morning, something to do with renting another floor of the office building to ease the space pressure.

I always like those sort of meetings. You know where you make a mistake early on. “Now could you remind me of the penalty for breaking the lease?” “I thought you wanted more space?” “But it would be nice to have it under one roof and the building next door has some very attractive terms at the moment.” There was an intake of breath from the other side of the table and we started serious talking. Sandra had briefed me well, to renew their mortgage at the best rate they had to show an occupancy rate of greater than 80%, poor guys.

When I got back to the office, I was in a good mood. The girl saw me playfully tap Sandra's behind as she was leaning over a filing cabinet. “We've already said that will cost you a grand next time you do it?” She smiled at me. “Consider yourself tapped a dozen times. How would you like the money, in a brown paper envelope?” “Pleased with yourself are you?” “Worked like a charm.” “I am pleased. More seriously I suggest we create a scholarship and we can pay some school fees?” “Better still before tax, I love it. Sort it out for me.”

The next day Sandra handed me an application for our scholarship together with the only person who had applied. The deed was done.

Over coffee the girl asked me “The scholarship was set up wasn't it? It was a pay off to someone who passed you inside information?” “You're suggesting I'd stoop to industrial espionage?” I demanded indignantly. She just looked at me and replied “Yes you would.” I shrugged “Difficult to prove though. How far have you got?” “About eighteen inches down so far. I have to keep looking things up in the dictionary.”

The following morning we met the sales guy in the conference room. You could tell he was feeling confident as he had the lowest price, he was going to win this one. I ran through my notes and either he or his technical guy answered all my concerns that I had noted down. It looked pretty clear to me but for form's sake I asked the girl if she had any comments or questions. “On the bid document it mentions you're supplying E6657s but on page 97 of the reference manual it says only the E7657 supports the secure connections as defined in the requirements in section 31.A. Are you supplying E7657s or E6657s?” You've heard the expression you could hear the silence in the room. “Let me just confirm.” The sales guy pulled out his phone whilst the technical guy typed away on his lap top. Fun one, which was it to be supply us with E7657s the very latest model selling at a premium on the market at the same price or possibly lose the contract. Even at 15% off list the E7657 would be too expensive and he didn't know the price that the competition was offering.

He covered the mouthpiece, “I can offer you a 10% price drop on the E6657s?” I shook my head, the techies had been quite clear we needed the secure connection so that we in turn met the security requirements. More whispered conversations until finally “We will supply E7657 machines for the same price. I'll amend the contract.” Well done young lady, nice decision. We went and had lunch at the local Italian restaurant. From the look of the young lady it was the first time she'd eaten in such a place. She looked puzzled at the serviette until I spread mine in my lap and she followed suit. The waiters were especially attentive, more so than when I go by myself I think it was her smile that kept them hovering, that and the micro mini skirt.

When we got back Sandra handed me the letter of offer to sign off on her. Looking at the monthly salary it appeared we had one of the most expensive office dogbodys in existence. I scratched out the word monthly and wrote in weekly and signed it. Well she'd saved the project so she was worth it.

“I don't understand I got paid a week ago.” Her voice drifted in from Sandra's office. “I think his lordship amended your documentation to say weekly.” “But in that case he got the amount wrong.” “Well I'm not going to tell him he did something wrong are you?” “I daren't. He'd shout at me or something. I guess that means I'm rich?”

The following week was quiet. Well apart from firing Mrs. Byrne on Tuesday. Well she came in wearing one and a half inch high heels would you believe so I fired her for not respecting the office dress code. The girl was appalled when she saw me do it and berated me when we got back to the office. She was furious in fact but tried to hold it in. I went for a walk to feed the ducks in the nearby park whilst she calmed down. I mean to say people get fired every day so why the big deal.

When I got back to the office she smiled at me and climbed into my lap and gave me a kiss on the lips. “I could fire you for sexual harassment.” I growled, holding her steady with one hand on her hip. “But you won't. I

still think you're mean.” “What for firing someone.” “No for letting everyone think you were firing her.” “She's terminated.” “Yes but she'd handed Sandra a letter saying she wished to resign since her husband had a new job in a different city. By firing her you gave her three months money and she keeps her new benefits for three months as well. You've got a soft centre. You're just a big softy.” She reached up and kissed me a long lingering kiss again. “Don't say anything like that out of this office or you really will get terminated.” “Yes boss.” She used the same tone of voice as Sandra uses sometimes when she thinks she's just got the better of me.

“Who's being a naughty girl flashing her knickers at the boss then?” Sandra's voice drifted in from her office. “Well he's less grumpy when I do.” Ever get the feeling you're being handled?

One problem with sharing an office with someone wearing perfume is it has an effect even a delicate one such she started wearing. On Thursday she came in wearing a dress, it reached almost to her knees and she wasn't bare legged either as she had been of late.

She had a distracted air about her. I left her to it whilst I mulled. It had taken three years to get to where we were today. Now it was just implementation. A big job in itself but it needed a different set of skills and it didn't have the same appeal somehow. I'd sleep on the problem but my other problem, the distracted girl. Could I ask her what wrong? It was a big step, one that I'd never taken before. To ask someone rather than just tell them what to do. Still the font of all knowledge had said it was the sign of a good manager that they could reach out to their employees and communicate with them. This management stuff was hard, much harder than just being the boss of a small but growing company. I took a deep breath and turned to her. “Is something distracting you? Is there anything I can do?” Now where had that second part come from? Was I growing soft?

She looked up at me in astonishment. It was well out of character for me. “Are you feeling well?” I glowered at her. “That's better, my own grumpy.” Remind me sometimes why I put up with my staff. “If you must know, it's my monthlies.” Monthlies? What on earth were they? “Oh never mind. You could do something to help. I'll sit on your lap and you can give me a little rub. My old boyfriend used to and it helped.”. Mystified I let her take my hand and after lifting her skirt up she placed it on her tummy. “Now rub it gently in a circular manner.” Hesitantly I massaged the affected area. I don't think I've heard anyone purr before but she purred as I rubbed her gently.

“Suffice?”. She nodded in a half asleep sort of way. I moved my hand out from under her skirt. My hand brushing against some sort of lace covered strap over bare thigh. She looked up at me and grinned “Stockings keep me cooler.” I shooed her off my lap before pure male instinct kicked in. A good thing to as Sandra came in at the moment. Her raised eyebrow was far too vocal. “Can I do anything for you?” I asked in my most forbidding voice.” “The taxman cometh.” It was my turn to raise an eyebrow. “You've been randomly selected for audit. I suspect it's not paying any tax for the last three years.” “So what do you suggest?” “Well you haven't had a vacation in three years and there is a conference that could be of interest to us. If you left today, you could spend a week getting over your jet lag.” I looked puzzled. “That would leave your office empty if you took your young lady with you. Then I could offer the two of them the Boss's office whilst he is away. By the time you get back we'll have the extra floor so plenty of room.” The idea appealed. “Besides which if you grump at them they'll dig deeper.” That was the clinching argument that made the decision for me, my secretary understands me too well.

“We have to do it but don't forget to leave a mouse trap in my office so no food to be eaten because of the rodent concern. Have them disconnect my power socket. I can live with giving them a desk but I don't see why I should provide power for their lap tops. Oh and if they want any information print it off and give it to them. Your instructions are because of security concerns no USB sticks nor are their lap tops allowed to be connected to our network.” That way we had cooperated but not to make them too comfortable. “What about me?” Came a plaintiff wail. “You have a passport. You showed it to me to satisfy the new financial regulations.” “Grab a few clothes and I'll meet you at the airport.” Good grief how difficult could it be to grab a shirt or two and stuff them in a carry on bag? “How long will we will be gone?” “Two or three weeks? Take the rest of the day off and meet him at the airport by six.”

We caught the right flight without any problems about how we were dressed or whether we were on a no fly list. She was wearing jeans but before we reached the check in desk we saw one young teenager pulling a dress on over her head. There were a couple of people standing to one side with some problem about whether they were allowed to fly or not. Sandra had paid extra so we had prebooked seats. Well more they like to keep the more profitable passengers on if they have to leave someone behind and for the sake of $20 extra its good insurance.

At the hotel we stood side by side at reception. For some reason she had her left hand splayed on the counter. I looked at it but it seemed normal to me. It wasn't as if she had faces painted on her finger nails or anything. The receptionist smiled at us, which I thought was odd at the time, and not a professional smile either but whatever she must be having a good day. Either that or the regular one was off and she was a stand in from the back office. I had a flight once where the cabin crew were on strike and the office staff manned the cabins, quite the pleasantest flight I've ever had. I grabbed my keys and picked my bag up, “See you by the elevator.” And left her to sort out her room.

She caught me up and we travelled to the seventeenth floor together.

I entered my room and she followed me in. “It's not bad. Is it?”. She did a pirouette and bounced on the king-sized bed. “Is your room nearby?” She frowned “This is my room.” “Where is mine then?” I asked puzzled. “This is your room.” I must have looked even more puzzled. “I thought that is what you expected? I mean to say I started off being the highest paid office dogsbody ever and then you quadrupled my pay. What else was I supposed to think?”

I closed my eyes and opened them again. “Remember the meeting where you mentioned the E7657?” “I'm sorry about that. Those two men seemed very upset about something I said. I wish I'd never said anything about it now.” “Your question saved the company more than your exorbitant salary for the next ten years.”

She collapsed into an armchair. “You mean I get paid for what I think not for my legs?” I nodded. “But it was my legs that got me the job in the first place.” “Well yes running errands as the office dogsbody does require some physical ability or good legs.” I conceded and waited for the explosion, but nothing happened. “So now shall we get you another room?” “I can't.” She wailed, “Why on earth not?” She held out her left hand and waved it at me “I waved a second hand wedding ring at them. I couldn't face them and tell them it was all a lie. I'm glad really because I wouldn't have felt comfortable doing the sex thing. I've never felt comfortable with the idea of sex outside marriage thing. You know I don't have the right clothes to fit in here.” This latter seemed to be said to herself.

“Well considering the money I'm saving by only having one room I think we can afford you a few clothes.” She cocked her head. “You're saving hundreds of dollars a night by three weeks.” There was a gleam in her eye and I hoped just having the one room really would be cheaper but somehow I had my doubts.

Fourteen dress shops and we end up at the one we started at. She seemed incapable of making a simple decision about which dress shop to pick. She picked out six gowns and gave me three to carry as she headed to the changing rooms. I hesitated as she entered the largest one. “Come along grumpy, I need you to undo zips and things.” Me in a lady's dress shop changing room still as she grabbed my arm and pulled me in there wasn't much I could do. “I didn't think they allowed men in these sort of places.” “Well only husbands, you can get away with murder with one of these.” She said as she waved her wedding ring finger in the air.

The first dress was so so. The second had a very low cut neckline. It was positively indecent. “You can't wear that in public.” I protested. She turned and looked in the mirror. “It does do things for my figure and you obviously like it.” She stared at my firmness. “We'll take it.” I sat down in the chair until I was required to do up or undo zips, hers you understand. Why women have such awkward clothes to get in and out of I'll never know. She took four dresses out with her then came back with four more and preened herself in front of the mirror. “I can't make my mind up about the Zaffre coloured one or the Cornflower blue one.” That was easy “Take them both.” Decision made. “I'd hoped you say that.” Was I missing something here? I was dispatched back to the hotel with her purchases so far. I last saw her disappearing into yet another store with a display of female frippery, swim suits and under garments.

I wondered down to the café that overlooked the hotel swimming pool and people watched. Why there were so many blondes walking round in high heels and micro bikinis I'll never know. They seemed to delight in turning their backs to me and bending forward to pick up a bottle of sun screen every few minutes and rubbing a little more in.

“You can't afford them.” I looked up to find the waitress at my side. “Are you sure?” “It doesn't matter how much money you have they'll spend their way through it in five years followed by a thirty million-dollar divorce settlement.” I passed her a fifty. “Thank you for the financial advice.” “Not a problem. If I hadn't seen you with a young lady earlier, I might even have made myself available. One advantage of waitressing is you get to talk to the clientele first and brush against them. At the same as chatting to you I've been giving my real target a shoulder rub with my bum. I'd better take an order from you then he should be warmed up nicely, a slice of chocolate cake perhaps? We have an especially gooey one today.”

I closed my eyes so I could hear better. “Now then sir do you see anything you fancy? That is do see anything you desire on the menu?” I half turned and glimpsed out of the corner of my eye that somehow a copy of the menu had fallen to the ground and she was standing on it.

I picked up my light fiction, my management report, and read another chapter. Some nonsense about projects run by senior managers having a higher failure rate than those run by less senior staff. Their experience being offset by the fact that no one wanted to challenge them or question their decisions. I was certain that wouldn't stop my staff. I distinctly recall young what's his name bringing up a mere detail I'd left out to see if everyone was asleep. I simply accepted his input. It was mere coincidence that I'd needed to transfer him to a new remote office at the back of beyond on a day's notice. I hadn't actually dismissed him you understand. The management reports had been right about that idea. His fancy lawyer had eventually conceded that.

I wondered if they could be right about the other, something to think about. I closed my eyes for a moment to mull. “This for me?” I recognized her voice and as I opened my eyes I felt a kiss on my forehead followed by the sight of my slice of cake being eaten sensuously by you know who before I could get in a word edgewise.

Fortunately my waitress arrived shortly afterwards with another slice of chocolate cake. “Two coffees to go with this?” “What do you have on the menu?” I had a fit of coughing which earned me a glare from the waitress and a dismissal comment of “Oh just ignore him. Old grumpy has these odd starts.”

She settled on some sort of latte and picked up my copy of my management report. I'm not sure what the difference is, to me it's just brown caffeine. “You actually read this stuff?” “Why?” “Oh one of my lecturers was saying that all managers were all old fashioned and set in their ways. They didn't implement this stuff even though it made sense.” That put my back up I can tell you. Me not open to new ideas? Utter nonsense!

“How was your shopping expedition?”. I offered to simply change the subject. She smiled “I found the perfect bikini and a one piece I think you might like. We could try the pool out?” Thinking of all those minuscule bikinis how could I refuse?

She'd picked out a pair of swimming shorts for me. They weren't a bad fit. When I turned round, she was wearing the skimpiest bikini I could recall having seen in my life. “The one piece.” I growled. “Are you sure?” She dared to question me? I was incensed. “Just do it.” What was the world coming to when staff dared to question me? I lay back on the bed and daydreamed about those indecent bikinis at the pool. “Ready?” She was wearing a towelled bathrobe, I gave her a look to show I didn't trust her and she should open up for inspection. She opened the front of the beach robe, apart from being cut a bit high on the thigh it looked respectable enough. “Much better.”

We wondered down to the pool where she stood on the edge pooled the bathrobe then dived into the pool. I stood there in shock, the back was none existent apart from two strings that held the front in place. The minuscule bikinis were one thing at least they covered the essentials, but the one piece when she bent down to dive there was nothing other than two straps either side of her well I hesitate to say the word. She swam the length, returned then climbed out. If I thought the back was indecent the front had every male's full attention and every bikini girl pouting. The pale green seemed to have dissolved or at least turned transparent when wet. I scooped her up in a towel and threw her over my shoulder much to the amusement of the audience. I carried her through the hotel back to our room. “But you told me to wear it. I'd never have dared to wear it otherwise. I mean I thought you might like it.” She bleated. I just tapped her rump and wasn't going to waste my breath until I got her in the room.

“Yes I do like it but you are not to wear it until I buy a house with a very private pool in the back yard. Wear the damn bikini next time.” I swear she smirked.

On the following Monday we walked down to get ourselves registered for the conference. “Are you thinking of attending any sessions?” Asked the bright young thing behind the desk. “I shouldn't think so.” She looked at me. “Why on earth have we come all this way to a conference if we're not going to attend any sessions?” I exchanged a look with the bright young thing behind the counter. “The hotel gave us a very special rate on the conference rooms, travel for the speakers and accommodation. We won't be able to have the conference if it wasn't for the corporate sponsorship. We have three times as many people registered as the session rooms will hold.” “You mean people buy tickets they don't expect to use?” “No companies buy tax deductable tickets and we get the money. It means we can buy lots more Buffalo bicycles for our charitable work in Africa.” “It's immoral.” “Nothing that gets more bicycles for us is immoral. By the way the hotel has arranged a party night for Thursday. There's a sit down meal followed by side stalls with traditional African goods and games you can play. It's included in the conference price so you can say you spent time networking.” She shook her head and the girl took pity on her and handed her a timetable. “Session five talks about Neglected Tropical Diseases and although the drug companies give free drugs to treat them getting them to the right people is difficult and that's where we use bicycles to get the last mile for our health workers.” I wrote a cheque out for a dozen tax deductable bicycles and spirited her away before she got me into any more trouble.

Thursday evening was interesting. The food was truly excellent, all seventeen courses of it. Afterwards there was a disco but no big deal I'd avoided dancing for the last year or two I could sit this one out too. One of the African gentlemen, I assumed with some connection to the conference, stepped up and asked her to dance. She hesitated then with a slight shrug of her shoulders she stepped onto the floor. The first dance was quite respectable, then the tempo slowed and there she was sandwiched between two African gentlemen. Tightly sandwiched, and unless there was a red spot lamp shining down on her she was becoming rather flushed. The guy behind had his hand on her hip, then it wiggled a bit and although I could see his wrist his fingers seemed to have disappeared into the dress's slit. Dress's slit? Did they really make dresses to entice poor males? I closed my eyes for a moment or two how could she do this? There was no choice. I got up and stepped onto the dance floor, she gave a sort of twist away from her partners and the next thing I knew she was pressed up against me with her arms around her neck and we were doing some sort of shuffle. “I knew you could be firm and dance.” She said pointedly as she ground her crutch into my firmness. I journeyed back into my younger days and remembered things like nibbling exposed ears and neck which had the effect of making her snuggle even closer.

There was a tap on my arm and the next thing was my tame waitress who slipped between us somehow and kissed me firmly on the lips. “What about me?” I barely heard the whimper above the music. My waitress turned her back on me guiding my hands over her breasts. I could feel her hard nipples between my fingers and more hard nipples pressed against the back of my fingers. Two girls French kissing on the dance floor and I was groping one as she wiggled her hips against my arousal. The dance slowly continued, the three of us together. I felt sure I was going to disgrace myself then the waitress' hand moved and dragged my right hand off her breast. Downwards, I wasn't expecting her skirt to have hitched itself so high. My hand was guided over her thigh and down towards her crotch.

Two girls dancing together looked on in amazement then moved to screen us from the nearby tables. I'd fantasied about tie sided knickers but these were the first I'd untied, first one side then the other. Then my fingers were dipping into her and a crotch was rubbing itself against the back of my hand. The music changed tempo. We didn't. Well my waitress gave one or two small shudders from time to time until finally she turned and kissed me full on the lips. “Thank you both, that's warmed me up nicely.” And after dipping down to pick up her knickers from the dance floor she was gone. I saw a glimpse of her tucking them in the shirt pocket of her mark. My finger was still moist with her juices. She came back into my arms and ran her hand down over my crotch. “I think we'd better get you upstairs and pretend you spilt your drink down your slacks.” I hadn't done that since I was a teenager and I meekly let her lead me off the dance floor.

Upstairs she sponged my slacks down then after kissing me she milked me with a hand job to prevent any further accidents. I got my revenge though, and slid my still moist fingers up her slit covering her sensitive bit with my thumb.

The next morning we crawled down for breakfast. “I'm glad you're here. I need a bridesmaid and someone to give me away this morning at eleven in the chapel. The girls exchanged looks “I thought your pale rose dress you wore Tuesday?” Pale Rose? Oh the sort of faded red one, strange how elaborate names got added when the price went up. “How can I give you away? You were never mine to start with?” “I came close on the dance floor last night. It got me in the mood and after the bedroom scene that followed he proposed so I'm striking whilst the iron is hot.” Poor guy, well no rich poor guy, the decision had been made for him.

I was surprised the hotel could arrange a wedding at such short notice, especially the floral arrangement in the Chapel. I gave the bride away eventually. Well I was a little indecisive about whether to give her away or not she looked sweet, demure and throughly bedable but the bridesmaid gave me a look when I hesitated, decision made. As we trailed the Groom and Bride to the restaurant for a wedding breakfast for four she murmured “I can't see what she sees in him. He's bald, and at least three inches shorter than she is in flats.” “I understand he has a few million.” “Oh and the pool girls didn't spot him first. Good for her.”

After lunch she gave me an odd look and then announced she was going shopping for a few clothes. I was surprised the stores had any left but took myself off sunbathing at the pool. I had some fruit for my healthily living bit, just a slice of lime you understand diluted with a spot of rum and a few ice cubes. After an hour or two one of the minuscule bikini clad young ladies offered to apply my sun screen. She took her time and made sure every toe was well protected. Then enquired if I had everything I needed, bending forward over me to make the most impact of her almost there top. “Yes he has.” She was back from shopping already.

I must confess that her new nightwear was quite something special. Apparently she thought since it was so warm something lighter in weight might be more comfortable. The silk ones were very inviting to the touch to say the least and we ended up taking our time over getting out of bed first thing in the morning. I'm not sure who was teasing whom most but it was definitely a learning experience as I explored her most sensitive parts. I was definitely getting better at it. Unfortunately I got told to behave in the public areas when I fondled her bum through the thinnest of sundresses with spaghetti straps. I even obeyed her when she begged me for the third time in a row.

I could get into this style of living. Sipping my zero calorie soft drink with ice cubes admiring the pool babies. I'd started off the vacation, sorry conference, drinking orange juice, full of vitamin C but you know who pointed out that massive doses of antioxidants or vitamin C were associated with higher cancer risk. I liked my freshly squeezed orange juice but somehow I was drinking something else that was good for me.

Still, three more days and we would be out of excuses to stay any longer. I glanced sideways at a certain person admiring the view, a glance the other way showed some guy in a long sleeved shirt and jeans bending forward over the buffet bar. I started to wave a fifty in the air and my waitress snatched it out of my hand. “Yes sir what I can I get you?” “The guy in the shirt and jeans over there? Some sort of Geek?” “I think he's early for the Geek conference next week.” “Ask him nicely to step over. I'd like his advice.”

I lay back and spoke quietly. “Do you fancy him then?” “What you've invited him over for me?” I turned and smiled, this was going to be fun, two maybe three birds with one stone. “Tell me you haven't?” There was a touch of panic in her voice and she buried her face in her hands. “What can I do for you?” He looked at me suspiciously. “Well we're looking for Geeks and I wondered if offering them two weeks of whatever training they desired per year might attract some?” “Any training?” I nodded “You choose but it would have to be signed off by the project manager of course.” “And who is the project manager?” I pointed to where she was peeping through her fingers. “But I don't know anything about project management.” The Geek smiled, “Most managers don't either but at least you admit it and you have good legs.” Her legs were suddenly whipped out of sight under a towel. “You can't be serious. I have to go back to school in September.” “Oh didn't I mention Sandra has arranged for you to take a sandwich year next year and you can do your final year in two to let you work part time. You'll need another dozen programmers for the project so I thought we might stay an extra week for the next conference.” The Geek smiled “and to think I once swore I'd never brown nose my manager.” She turned a deep red colour. “Do you want him?” I asked. She put her tongue out at me “I don't know why I'm agreeing to this. I intend to get the whip out.” She said threateningly glaring at the programmer. “And I get paid as well? Bliss.” I gave him my card with Sandra's email address and he drifted off.

There was panic in her voice. “How could you do this to me?” “It'll be good experience.” “He knows I know nothing, so he'll question everything I say.” “Chapter six talks about projects run by junior staff are more successful because people will question things. They are much more reluctant to question the boss.” “But I won't be able to supervise him?” “You'll be fine. Chapter fourteen talks about how experienced skilled staff are better if you show them the problem then get out of the way except to sign their leave forms. Oh and chapter fifteen talks about the average pay for women and visible minorities is less than for white males.” “How much will I offer them?” “Chapter sixteen talks about a pay scale with increments so everyone gets paid the same and everyone knows more or less what the others are being paid. So just tell them that, the women and visible minorities will make themselves known soon enough.” I closed my eyes and had a little doze in the sun before calling Sandra and telling her we were staying on for the next conference.

Ten o'clock in the morning and we were still in bed. My hands had got her properly warmed up and she was squirming nicely. She slid her knickers off and knelt astride, holding my stiffness in her hand. Then she brushed it against her very wet slit, all I had to do was raise my hips and I'd be in. She lowered herself a quarter of an inch. “Of course I could make an exception to sex outside marriage if we were engaged.”

Decisions Decisions. 