That Woman 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. 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.

My god the nerve of the woman, flashing her scanty knickers at my boss, just because Gerald was going through a difficult time with the death of his wife and was vulnerable was no reason to take advantage of him.  It was up to me to watch out for him.  Besides which my feminine instinct told me she was up to no good.  I fumed, what I needed was a distraction for Gerald whilst I uncovered and exposed her evil plan.

A bicycle courier arrived with a letter, I looked twice and noticed she had better legs than that woman.  An idea popped into my head.  “Interested in an office job?”  “Really?”  “How much are you earning at the moment?”  “$1.50 a package.”  “I think we can do better than that but we’d better find you a few clothes before the interview.  Are you free now?”  She looked pathetically grateful for the chance. “I haven’t got any qualifications so I don’t have a C.V.”  “I don’t think we need worry about that.”  I clicked the ‘out of office’ button and we disappeared to the shops.  I knew exactly what Gerald’s weaknesses were in women and we were going to exploit them to the full.

“Are you sure this is office professional?”  “I’m quite sure it isn’t but then you aren’t being paid office junior rates either are you?  We can compensate by wearing no makeup.”  She looked hesitant, “Gerald and I have the corner office suite, it’s totally private and entry is only through my office.  So we can relax the normal dress code rules.”  “So I’m to be the office seductress?  Not that I mind it’s just to get things clear.”  “Shall we just say office distractive, to brighten the office up a bit.”  I picked out four dresses that could either be suitable for clubbing or capturing Gerald’s complete attention, mid thigh, tight skirts and sculptured to her perfect body.  Well her boobs were not over large but we’d make up for that with a non-wired soft lace bra which whilst offering practically no support, would display her charms to the best advantage and tempt Gerald’s fingers.  My husband’s birthday was approaching and whilst Tracy was being fitted with her underwear I picked out the perfect seductive black nightdress with a scalloped neckline as my birthday present for him.  Well I was better at picking out the right size in nightdresses than spanners.

I brought her a light coat to wear over the top then left her at the hairdressers with instructions on how I wanted her hair arranged and told her to come back to the office when she was finished.  She looked perfect to me, a dab of my favourite perfume that Gerald seems to adore, a quick smooth down of her dress over her breasts so her nipples were standing out firmly and my refined sophisticated creation was ready.

“You mentioned some time ago that we ought to have an office junior someone whom we could train so I’ve brought Tracy for your approval.”  Tracy stepped in behind me and I watched her pupils open wide.  Good there was an element of attraction at least.  She was carrying a tray with Gerald’s coffee and two of the plain chocolate biscuits he adores and as she bent forward her neck line gaped beautifully and Gerald gave her his full attention.  I took the spare chair and crossed my legs just to add a bit of atmosphere.  “What are her qualifications?”  Gerald asked, “I haven’t a lot of experience but I’m willing to learn all you can teach me.”  She said this simply, underlined by her limpid blue eyes.  “Perhaps we should try some dictation?”  I suggested and a look of apprehension flashed across her face as I handed her a shorthand note pad and pencil.  “Now why don’t you take a seat and Gerald will start his dictation.”  She looked round and saw there weren’t any chairs.  “Gerald’s lap?”  I suggested.  She walked round the desk and sat down in his lap.  The dress’s tight skirt slid up her thighs revealing black silk stocking tops, suspenders and a tiny suggestion of bare flesh above.  She wiggled precariously.  “Gerald why don’t you give her a helping hand to just steady her?”  Gerald was looking very warm and placed his hand tentatively on her thigh.  Moments later I noticed his thumb had disappeared under the edge of her skirt.  “Now perhaps a few words Gerald?”  I prompted.  “Her luscious thighs were covered with black silk stockings.” Blurted out Gerald, a Freudian slip if ever I saw one.  “How do you spell luscious?” she asked innocently and then rewarded him with a kiss on the lips when she’d got it written down.  “I’ll leave you two to it shall I?  I’ve one or two things to sort out.”  I slipped back to my office.

That women rang later that afternoon so I put her through on a three way and kept quiet.  “Gerald darling I thought we could get together privately and discuss a proposition I have for you.”  “Something’s come up and I’m very busy just at the moment.  I’ll get my administrative assistant to call you back for the details.”  I could imagine her expression as Gerald put the phone down.  I put my head round the office door to see a blonde head bopping up and down behind the desk.  “Anything you want me to see to?”  “Call her back and get the details.  If she calls again I’m in conference.”  “Do you think Tracy will work out as a new trainee?”  Tracy’s head paused in her bobbing motion.  “Yes but she will need a lot of training.”  Tracy’s head restarted it’s up and down motion.  “Tracy could you make sure Gerald eats a cooked meal this evening and gets home safely afterwards.  I’ve made a reservation at Maxim’s for six o’clock.”  Well hubby would be pleased to see me early tonight.  Since Gerald’s wife’s death I’d been having lunch or dinner with him every day just to make sure he had a hot meal every day what with that and running the business my days had been full.  Still with a bit of luck Tracy could take over that duty.  I picked up my perfect nightdress and folded it carefully before placing it in Tracy’s bag.  Sometimes you just had to make sacrifices and I hoped Gerald would appreciate it.  