Mrs. McGrath by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

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Luv Karen

I was relaxing in the bar a single malt in my hand soaking up the sights at the private resort. Money can’t buy you everything but looking round this evening I’d said there wasn’t one female present who couldn’t be brought for the right price, apart from the female bodyguards. I had one myself a while ago very efficient they seemed to have an instinct for avoiding trouble rather than meet it head on like some of the Rambo types. The annual reunion, well more the place to show how much money you had by the quality of your mistress and mine was certainly top quality and worth showing off. Genuine class and something for the guys to drool over.

“Mrs. McGrath, she is something really special isn’t she, you normally don’t see anything like her around here. The tale all began when I was researching some patents and found one that was worth a few million in licensing fees she sort of arrived at the same time. I’ll have another if you don’t mind." “Anyway I’d determined that the private company that owned the patent hadn’t any idea of the value of it so I hooked them up to two of my companies. One supplied them but didn’t bother too much about when they got paid the other put a few orders in then gradually increased them until we were taking practically their entire production. Knowing me you can guess the next step can’t you. I cancelled the orders and had the supplying company write them a write them a legal writ saying pay within 10 days or we’ll force you into bankruptcy.

I played the white knight and brought the company for a song. The first three months licensing fees paid for the purchase and of course it was just a temporary cash flow problem. I had some time to spare so wandered down there as opposed to my usual way of just laying everyone off. One look at Mrs. McGrath whom I spotted straight away with those lovely long legs though in those days they were a bit more covered up and I thought I might like to play god. There was a bunch of can-do-guys there you know the type that promise everything then say shit happens. Megan was the owner’s secretary at the time, seven months pregnant, so I took her advice about who was the guy who’d promise the most but not deliver, I got an odd look but eventually she gave me a name. He’d been on my short list of three so that was good enough. We had some government contracts so all staff had to be security cleared. Why you needed security clearance to design a dog kennel, I wasn’t too clear but what the heck if they wanted to pay for custom specified screws for $30 each when we can purchase them for $30 per thousand who am I to complain?

I gave the guy his head asked him to pick his team for a special project. Amazing the team work these guys had, they played soccer together at lunch times not a Black, Asian or female on the team. God the guy had no idea, well you know you can get females for much less than males, and don’t get me started on how much cheaper it is to employ Black or Asian females. They came up with a project plan all by themselves. I called a management meeting and got the project managers to go through their projects to see how they were progressing. The "A" team hadn’t updated their central project plan so were warned that only progress that had been documented in the project plan would be accepted in the future.

Meanwhile I had one of my assistants arrange a background “security” check on Mrs. McGrath, well you never know what you might turn up. We hit pay dirt. Her husband had been laid off a year earlier, they were behind with their mortgage payments, their car was sitting in the drive without a valid license sticker oh boy was she ripe. I invited her to the office with her husband.

They came in together looking a bit apprehensive. “Come in, take a seat, just mention to Megan how you like your coffee.” I settled them nicely and they began to relax a little with the small talk. “Just a couple of quick points, you may have noticed that Megan is expecting to start her maternity leave shortly what you may not know is she has decided to take advantage of an offer to take five years off until her child reaches school age. So I’m looking for a temporary replacement for five years. Unfortunately the job means a bit of travel and occasional long hours so whilst the offer is being made I thought you might like to talk it over with your husband. You need the same level of security clearance as your present job of course so that shouldn’t present a problem unless there is a danger of you going bankrupt or having your home repossessed.” A guilty look was exchanged between the two. “Ah is there a possible problem? If you are going to lose your security clearance that would actually solve another of my problems we will be right sizing shortly so it would simplify who was to go.” Another look of sheer panic flashed between the two. I do love the sensation of power sometimes, don’t you? “Still since you know the organisation I’d be reluctant to see you go so shall we see if we can work our way around the problem, if you’d like to list your current debts and outstanding mortgage and give me a round total?” Mrs. McGrath simply put her hand in her bag and brought out a list. I glanced at the total it wasn’t actually as bad as I’d thought it might be. I hand wrote a mortgage agreement for the amount plus 10% to cover any penalties on a sheet of printer paper. I looked at Mrs. McGrath once more “Since I’ll be laying staff off and no one will be getting a raise just at the moment I daren’t make an exception for you, however I do have some latitude with the money left in the bonus pot so shall we say 50% of your salary will be tied to you meeting some sort of target? On time, no that’s too obvious, some sort of dress code? Yes we’ll go with dress code.” I could see the look of horror creep over her face and I wallowed in the feeling of naked power. “A 1960s retro micro skirt worn nine inches above the knee, possibly four inch high heels, or maybe even stockings? Yes we’ll just go with stockings and whatever it takes to hold them up.” I looked back at Mr. McGrath, “Now then going through the books I noticed we seemed to be spending rather more than I’d hoped on agency staff and I wondered if there might be an alternative. Mr. McGrath would you be willing to become a general dogsbody on a temporary contract I can’t offer you any more than 1.5 times minimum wage as I’m about to lay staff off but I can guarantee you 40 hours a week and time off if you get a job interview? If you’re not busy then you may do some job searching on the side. Anyway go down for another coffee in the cafeteria and talk it over. If you do decide to accept I think it would be simpler if I simply remortgage your house so sign this paper and I’ll get our lawyer to formalise it and discharge your other debts. Shall we say 1% interest and all Mr. McGrath’s pay will be used to repay the mortgage? Now if you could let me know within fifteen minutes that would be appreciated because that’s when I’ll be deciding who gets laid off and I’d prefer you keep that little gem to yourselves.” That way the creep would have to ask his wife for every last penny he spent.

They took the full fifteen minutes though why god only knows they had no real choice. Mrs. McGrath came back alone and passed me the signed paper reluctantly. I bade her attend the "A" team’s project meeting with Megan and myself. “OK guys I see there hasn’t been any progress on this project since last we met.” “No we’ve done lots of work.” “Nothing has been entered in the project plan.” “Oh that, we just haven’t updated it yet.” I looked at Megan. “Could you read out the list of tasks that were to have been completed.” Megan read out the client sign off tasks. “The work’s been done we just didn’t think chasing the client to sign off was important.” Sorry guys, shit happens is the expression that sprang to mind.

“Gentlemen the company is cutting back so I’m reviewing all the projects to see which can be cancelled. I note that according to the project plan your project hasn’t met the targets you gave yourself so I’m cancelling your project. Since I have no other work available you will be temporarily laid off. Hopefully within a year or two the company will be in a position to offer you more work.” I nodded to Mrs. McGrath “Could you look inside the folder and find each person their written letter please.” Megan opened the door to let HR and security in whilst the room looked on in shock. The tall twit of a project leader launched himself at me and was hauled off by two security guards but only after briefly landing me a shove. “Mrs. McGrath you needn’t bother with his. You’ve just been instantly terminated for assault so no pay in lieu of notice will be given.” I addressed Mrs. McGrath once more “Could you assemble all the other staff without exception in the cafeteria for an announcement, that way we can get these people off the premises without any more disturbances.”

I waited until everyone had found a chair to sit on or looked content at the back of the room. I recalled something one of my eager MBA’s had said before she found out with me MBA meant Must Blow And whatever the boss each morning. If I was playing god why not try her outlandish theories out in practise.

“Good morning everyone, now as you may know the company is going through some troubled times at the moment and we will be looking to cut costs where possible. One project has already been cancelled and the members of that team have already been laid off temporarily. We do of course hope to bring them back within a year or two. I’ve been looking at three main areas to save costs. The first is agency staff, the second is the truly excessive amount we pay for car parking and finally pay rises. Looking at our use of agency staff I think we will be able to get better value by hiring a floater so this morning I hired Nathan McGrath for a pittance and he will be available to anyone who needs him with no cost to the project. Secondly in order to reduce the demand for parking you will all be issued with transit passes both for yourself and your family. The deal with the transit company takes into account that most of you won’t use them so by the time we hope to gain some favourable publicity out of the act we think the cost will be close to zero.”

I looked round to read a few expressions. I was proud of the cost of car parking idea, totally indicating management hadn’t the faintest idea what it was talking about but wanted to be seen as doing something. That should put the fear of god up them if nothing else did, a few raised eyebrows at Nathan’s name. “The entire company will change from nine to five to flex-time you will be expected to keep track of your own hours. The office will be open 7/24 but you will need your badge to open the doors outside core hours. For those staff who have been with us for more than 12 months you will be expected to telework at least two days a week, your manager may require you to attend a particular meeting but is expected to schedule them in order to respect your telework pattern. I’m hoping that we can reduce the demand for car parking space Monday to Friday. I’m hoping that by working at the weekend we can save money by paying the cheaper weekend hydro rate to cool the building down. Oh by working weekends you may also be able to save money on your child minding costs.” And more to the point cut my costs as well.

I paused until the chatter died down. “Pay rises, there will be none this year other than for trainees with less than three years on the job. There will however be a new bonus scheme, 20% of any net profit the company makes will be apportioned according to your current salary. I doubt we will be making any profit but just to give you an incentive. Finally vacation will be standardised at 20 days for the first year rising to 25 days after ten years service. You will be permitted to carry over one week from one year to the next any other vacation must be taken before year end, no exceptions. Managers will be penalised if their staff’s vacation is not taken.” Now that did start them talking. “Any questions?”

“How will teleworking reduce costs.” “Dunno and other than reducing the car parking costs I’m not that bothered. Personally I think the company is going under no matter what we do but if you make it work then you get 20% of the profit.” “Won’t having extra vacation add to costs?” “I pay you for your brains, the theory is if you’re tired you’ll make mistakes if you’re rested you make fewer mistakes.” I hoped I’d remembered Miss MBA’s arguments right, be interesting to see if it worked. I didn’t think it would which suited me down to the ground without a job Mrs. McGrath would be mine on a platter.

I brought a house down there, well some Germany bank was practically giving them away. I picked it up from some previously over paid single chick who’d brought it with the idea she’d make money, guess she would have if she’d kept her job. I’d been looking at the for sale sign on the house next door when she’d stepped out and asked me if I was interested in buying. The furniture was nice so we came to an arrangement, I paid her $500 in cash a night, same as the hotel was costing me and she cooked for me besides keeping my bed warm at night. I paid her for the furniture as well in cash but she took a lower price on the house. Well it didn’t matter to her since the bank took all the money anyway but this way she walked out with a suitcase full of cash and it cost me about the same as I’d originally intended to pay for the house plus I saved on the hotel bill. In fact if it hadn’t been for the possibility of Mrs. McGrath I might have kept her on as a mistress even if she was bit overeducated.

I tried to spend a week down there every month but you know how it is, so eventually Mrs. McGrath was really running the place. Still wearing her nylons though, it gave me a kick to see the slight wrinkles on her ankles, and she knew it, a real power kick. I was good I didn’t even pat her bum, just the other shapely ones in passing.

When the annual trade show / conference came up I decided I’d better take her down with me since by now she knew more about what the company did than I. I had her explain whatever it is the company made on the way down, but hey a widget is a widget right? You probably know by now that often these things take place in the off season at some resort or other. We’d arranged a limo to pick us up at the airport, it was cheaper than using a cab, and they’d sent one of the stretch ones for us. I just hate the way you have to duck to get in, but on the other hand she showed an awful lot of leg when she followed, plus we could sit facing each other with her knees higher than her butt. I made a mental note to travel by limo more often the view was outstanding.

At the check in the person in front of us was being asked to wait a moment whilst they tried to accommodate him. I guarded the luggage whilst Mrs McGrath picked up our room keys. “I see it’s a corporate booking would you like to share a room and keep it for three weeks rather than have two rooms for this week?” Mrs McGrath turned red as I stepped forward. “When did you and Nathan have a vacation last? These rooms typically have two large double beds and if you took the one nearest the en-suite and got changed in there it wouldn’t be too embarrassing. I don’t think I snore.” “We couldn’t afford the airfare.” “I’m certain I’ll need some extra giveaways delivering on Friday next and if Nathan was to stay a few days then the airfare over a Saturday night would be cheaper. There’s usually enough free food at these affairs that you could feed him on your meal allowance for this week.” “Money, I’ve never met such a miser, that’s why we flew on a Friday to get a stay Saturday night cheap flight. Are you serious?” I nodded. She looked at me for a moment “Separate beds?” I nodded again. She turned to the receptionist and nodded in turn. The receptionist beamed then turned to the waiting guest “Mr. Jenkins here’s your key I’ve put you in your usual room Sir.” Then she turned back to us and found us two cards. “Thank you so much, he’s a valued regular and I don’t like to refuse him but we seem to be rather overbooked for next week.” She had a sort of student working part time look about her “Do I assume you’re a student working part time?” She made a small motion of confirmation. “I’d like to pick your brains when you’ve finished for a few minutes.” “Six o’clock I’ll give your room a ring then?”

We went up to our room. It was a pleasant one, high in the tower with a view across the ocean, quiet, far above the traffic noise. I just hoped the fire alarm didn’t go off in the middle of night again. I’ve walked down from a hotel fourteenth floor once and that was more than enough for me. I put a few valuables in the wall safe and stretched out on the bed until six p.m. Mrs. McGrath fussed around straightening my shirts out and generally hanging things up. At six our student turned up at the door.

“How can I help you?” I pulled out one of the bursary application forms and passed it to her. “OMG I think you’d better tell me what you’re after before I sign this.” I’m certain students used to be more trusting in my young day. Mrs. McGrath was looking at me expectantly as well.

“Hear me out all the way to the end before asking questions please. There are two types of people here technical staff and managers and I want to influence the decision makers. Now contrary to belief these are not the managers. They only sign off on the decisions, the true decision makers are the technical staff who make the recommendations. Strangely enough they aren’t what is normally known as people persons but are quieter and aren’t easily influenced by gifts or meals in exotic restaurants but they do like high quality food and since they are on fixed rate expenses if we feed them in the evening they save their expense money. So the plan would be to find somewhere quiet within easy walking distance that we can feed them in the evening, ideally a private dining room but away from the hotel. The hotel restaurants are a little too flashy for what I’m after. I’d also like to provide them some female entertainment” I watched them both bristle at this, “with brains, it’s their minds I want to engage not their bodies. In fact using streetwalkers would work against what I’m trying to do. I want to leave them with a pleasant experience not feeling guilty about a one night stand.”

“So you’re after paying female students?” “I’d rather use bursaries that way there is less chance of scandal.” “So everyone involved gets this size bursary and fed?” I nodded. “Do we have that much cash to splash around?” “Its tax deductable and yes it's budgeted.” “You realise how much top quality food will cost you?” The student asked as she filled in the form and handed it back. I nodded “We’d best see Stephanie then.”

We walked across the road to Christopher’s and waited until Stephanie could be found. “Hi Jess, what’s up I know it’s early but we are expecting to be really busy later on.” Jessica explained quickly what we wanted. She looked thoughtful for a moment then showed us upstairs to large room that was partially decorated out for a wedding talking on the phone as she did so. I looked round and it looked ideal to me apart from the wedding stuff everywhere which made me feel very uncomfortable. “Stephanie tells me you’d like to book the room every evening for the next week?” A middle-aged woman stood at the top of the stairs. “Yes would that be possible?” “The problem is with the trade show on I’m short staffed already. Waiters know that ordinary diners with a drink or two inside tip better than corporate so I doubt if I could get sufficient serving staff. Plus there is only so much capacity in the kitchen. I’m sorry as I don’t like to turn away business but that’s reality.” This wasn’t looking promising.

Mrs McGrath spoke up. “If we ate about six thirty and Stephanie or Jessica could find someone willing to serve?” “That might work but it would be extra work for the kitchens, Stephanie your impossible management task this week is to see if you can find a fit.” She turned and descended down the stairs. Stephanie shrugged her shoulders “I’m sorry.” “Stephanie I forgot to mention the word bursary.” Jessica held out her hand and Mrs. McGrath pulled one out of her brief case and handed it over. “They have a brief case full.” “You mean...” they looked at me “Officially there is no connection but yes every student involved gets one.” “How many students would we need?” “One per geek and a few to serve?” “They wouldn’t need to be perfectly trained and dressed waitresses.” “He needs female scientific Geeks as well.” The two girls looked at each other. “Real ones not Playboy models?” “Playboy models wouldn’t work. I want them feeling comfortable and mellow.” “If it’s that early I could call in Brooke, she’s Cordon Bleu but doesn’t like to work late.” I acquiesced, “The decor OK?” “A couple of flip charts on the side would work.” Well it would cover up a few silver horseshoes. “Done.” “Oh and don’t forget the black silk stockings with garter belts for the waitresses.” Stunned heads turned towards Mrs. McGrath. “It’s one of his weaknesses so you can add a thousand per bursary if the waitresses wear them.” She turned towards me and held her hand out, “They’ll need to buy them.” What could I say she knows me far too well, I pulled out a bundle of fifties and handed them over. “What do you want the others to wear?” “Whatever they’re comfortable in jeans perhaps?”

We agreed the exorbitant price per head and the room rental then I invited Jessica to join Mrs McGrath and myself in the main dining salon. The food was excellent, some of the best I’ve had. Mrs. McGrath even had a second slice of chocolate cake from the sweet trolley.

The next day I spent the day by the hotel pool admiring the more expensive swim suits, you know the ones that follow the rule that the tinier they are the more expensive they are much to Mrs McGrath’s disgust. She spent the day looking for malnourished Geeks who’d come early to save on airfare and giving them one of her cards with meal ticket 6:15 pm Christopher’s hand scribbled on the back. She even found a half dozen. She texted Stephanie the numbers and then joined me by the pool wearing a totally indecent bikini. She even had the audacity to point out it was by no means skimpier than the others in fact it was quite respectable when compared to some of them and when I merely remonstrated that had nothing to do with it she lounged back with her drink looking smug.

When we arrived at Christopher’s that evening we found our waitresses in a motley variety of what appeared to be French maid’s uniforms. “Hi I’m Holly, we didn’t know quite what to wear but with the mention of the black stockings and not having any money for new dresses we sort of figured any ex-Halloween party maid outfit would do and Stephanie said we wouldn’t be on public display up here.” Mrs McGrath grinned from ear to ear and handed round the bursary forms. “And I’m Estelle we’re the geek squad you ordered, in casual clothes as requested.” Mrs. McGrath looked at me “I take it everyone gets the extra $1,000, you wouldn’t want to discriminate against the scientific young ladies now would you?” If I had my way, I’d get rid of them all except the tantalising ones in those totally indecent French Maid’s outfits, especially the ones with sheer black skirts. However I recognised that keeping the techies happy was the name of the game so nodded. The first of Mrs. McGrath’s Geeks arrived and she wondered over to greet them. “I’m glad you could make it now as you know it’s mandatory to have glamorous females on hand to influence you at these events so meet Estelle.” Estelle made a small curtsey and interrupted with “You know I’ve never been called glamorous before.” A scantily dressed waitress came round with a tray of sherry and asked one of the guys for their opinion, on being told it wasn’t bad she took one and drank it herself and agreed. Well formal trained waitresses they weren’t but easy on the eye they definitely were. Estelle mentioned that Stephanie had thought to spread the work around and had used some social science students for the waitresses. She’d certainly picked out some spectacular looking ones.

The girls were good, everyone settled down to eat, the food was out of this world we had two tables with half a dozen Geeks on each. The waitresses didn’t stand on ceremony and sat down and ate with us, which seemed to relax the company. One or two students ate as if this was the first time they’d seen food for a week. Stephanie had been hovering from time to time to make sure everything ran smoothly which it did until one geek tasted the wine, Stephanie had ordered carafes of the house wine but the geek thought the food was too good so Stephanie found some Saint-Emilion and other Bordeaux AOC wines so we drank and compared them. The expense's ledger was pleased to note that half were content to drink apple juice.

After the dessert trolley had been round one of the techies raised the question that had been on everyone’s mind. Where was the catch? “Well I’d like your opinion on one of our products how could it be improved?” I bent down and pulled a widget from a bag at my feet and placed it on the table. It seemed only a few minutes later there was a full scale discussion going about the problems they had in the field and how small changes would make a big difference. The pads around the room were soon filled with mysterious symbols, some of which I recognised and some of which I didn’t. The female Geeks were great, one pulled out her lap top and fired up an open source CAD program called Food Mixer or was it Blender, soon our redesign was already in a CAD format and handed back to me on a USB memory stick.

Mrs McGrath had wondered up to the far end where a DJ sort of desk had been set up for the wedding and played the helpless female. “Anyone know how to get some music out?” In a room full of techies than was daft question, she looked through the CDs at the back whilst someone twiddled with knobs at the front. She handed a CD to our self-appointed disk jockey and walked very pointedly towards me. When a waltz started up I was pulled to the dance floor and physically pushed from behind by several waitresses despite my protests. I’m certain women’s lib has gone too far, she should have waited for me to ask her. Mind you I suppose then she wouldn’t have got her waltz. If I’m honest I enjoyed it even if I wasn’t going to admit it and it wasn’t as if we were alone for long on the floor, apparently dance lessons were still popular and two or three other couples joined us.

Fortunately one of the students found a CD of Jewish folk dances and soon practically everyone was joining in. This was followed by various other folk dances as various Geeks or students remembered them. By nine o’clock I was shattered from all the exercise and apart from a few slow dances the evening wound naturally to a halt since we all had to get up fairly early the next day.

Before they left I opened up the goody bag and handed out 16 gig Crucial memory sticks with a small sticky label with our company name on the back and our product list .pdf inside to both the Geeks and students. Then I announced that because my expense budget was limited would they please bear in mind that although they had been fed this evening they had been expected to provide mentoring to science students from the local university if any mangers asked any questions about where they had spent the evening. Estelle took another small curtsey when I mentioned science students to a puzzled look on some Geeks' faces. I reminded them that provided they had one of Mrs. McGrath’s business cards with meal ticket scribbled on the back they were welcome to join us every evening before Friday.

Estelle wondered over to my side as the others were leaving. “I wasn’t quite sure what to expect but I’m glad I came, I might not be able to mange Tuesday but if you need more female science students just let me know.” Mrs. McGrath took my arm and as we drifted back to the hotel she murmured “I think your idea was very good and thank you for my waltz, it’s been a long time since I’ve managed one.” Before kissing my cheek. My idea, well actually it was another of Miss MBA’s ideas. Miss goody two-shoes had caught me arranging to supply ladies of the night to “decision making” managers and said I was wasting my time. If I got caught the PR hit would be enormous and if I didn’t I wasn’t getting the real decision makers anyway. She thought we should target the techies especially at trade shows where their daily meal expense allowances would barely cover hotel breakfast never mind evening meals. Techies wrote the specs that “decision making” managers just signed off on. So lure the techies with good food in the evening, and some intelligent pretty females they could talk to, give them our widgets to play with asking them for input so they feel important and know the widgets well then wait for the orders to roll in.

I hated the cow but I’d seen the books and much to my amazement the company seemed to be more profitable now we had flextime etc. So I’d used some of the extra profits to pay for this experiment. Well after all if it didn’t work 20% of the cost came straight out of the worker’s profit sharing which was looking a bit too healthy for my way of thinking. Still I’d done the right thing to get rid of Miss MBA, she’d caught me admiring a pair of four inch heels one day and launched into a verbal attack on how bad they were for the feet, plus I didn’t see her wear a skirt shorter than knee length in all the time she was with us. Can you imagine if the other females in the office had started to follow her lead? Not to be thought of.

Sunday Mrs. McGrath stumbled across a few more waifs and strays so we were up to four tables that evening. I was looking forward to seeing the Halloween style French maid’s outfits once more. Some seemed to be home made, most seemed to economise on material, but they all had the funny little lace headbands. When the waitresses bent forward I couldn’t make up by mind if the view down the cleavage or up the short skirts was better.

One waitress seemed a little older than the others, still young though, and she had the same gleam in her eye as Mrs. McGrath did when she was on a mission. She had on a high necked long sleeved white blouse. The word elegant sprang to mind to describe it which put the fear of god in me for some reason. Below was a very businesslike white apron that stood out amongst the scraps of lace trimmed tiny sheer aprons the others were wearing. “Your soup sir.” She placed it down in front of me and as she did so I noticed she wasn’t wearing skirt and her butt was completely exposed other than a rather skimpy black sheer something that stretched over her garter belts straps. “I’m finding it a little cool this evening or are you feeling a little too warm?” I can be blunt sometimes. “Why?” “Estelle mentioned you had money and my Ph.D. project is in dire need of a new spectrometer.” I ran my hand over her butt as she faced the room. “I thought perhaps we could discuss the matter later in your hotel room?” “I’m sharing with Mrs. McGrath.” “She’s rather lovely isn’t she. I don’t mind a threesome.” “Since I haven’t even managed a twosome I don’t think our relationship is quite ready for that yet.” I pulled out my lap top and handed it across. “Think you can find me one you want. I could probably put it on the company Mastercard.” Well tax deductable, and my employees would be donating 20% from their profit fund, the fact is that I’m a total push over for anyone wearing black silk stockings whose knickers I happen to be caressing at the time.

We settled on the faster 3G model rather than the more economical older 3F model besides which it was in stock. If you divided the price by 1,000, it was almost reasonable, just within the purchase limit of the card in any event. I got her total undivided attention for the rest of the meal. She even pulled out a chair and sat next to me as she ate her dinner.

I threw out one of our widgets per table and sat back to watch the ideas flow. My personal waitress came up behind me when the dancing had been going on for some time and gave me an interesting back of neck massage. When I was completely relaxed and just getting completely in the mood she stepped away and did the same to Mrs. McGrath. As I came back to earth I noticed a look of desperation in Mrs. McGrath’s eyes as she looked at me. I stepped across and she practically dragged me onto the dance floor as they were playing a very slow number. She plastered herself against my body and whispered in my ear. “Thank God I can still respond to a hard prick against me.” I was completely taken back by such language “I was beginning to feel unnatural thoughts and an attraction to another women but now I’m safe here in your arms knowing having given your word that we’ll be in separate beds I can just confirm I’m still heterosexual.” She looked at me with her lips millimetres away from mine. We spent the next hour on the dance floor convincing her she really was still heterosexual. Mentally I was cursing myself for not having two rooms for I was certain if I hadn’t given my word to her about separate beds I’d finally be in hers that night.

The next day we were up to seven tables, I didn’t even know there were that many female science students I mean thank god for the blonde social science waitresses, four of which paid me some very flattering attention. I’ve never been spoon fed by a scantily dressed French maid sitting in my lap before who kissed away any suggestion of food left on my lips between each bite. I can definitely recommend it. One cut my food up and the other squirmed in my lap and fed me. When she got up, a second one gave me a hand job whilst the other two gave visual stimulation by French kissing and groping each other. Later when the lights were dimmed I got a simultaneous hand job from two of them at once. When I’d recovered it was to be dragged out onto the dance floor for an hour by Mrs. McGrath for slow dances and deep kisses just to remind her she was still heterosexual as she put it. Then I blinked and the two young ladies who had been doing the unnatural acts earlier were now slow dancing and kissing each other on the dance floor. I found I had one French maid plastered against my front and it seemed the other three were running their hands over my body as well. I shouldn’t admit it but I must confess I disgraced myself with a damp patch at my crotch.

“Feeling drained tonight?” I nodded, “I thought I’d ask a couple of the girls to extract as much spunk as possible, that way you’d be better able to resist my tempting proximity in the hotel room tonight. Oh and I added their boyfriends to the list of bursaries so it won’t appear to be too sexist.” She smiled at me. Ever felt that you’d been taken advantage of, in the nicest possible way of course. I must confess I was jealous of some boyfriends.

The rest of the week followed the same predictable pattern except by Tuesday evening the waitress students had run out of money for stockings but they had receipts saying uniform for the ones they had brought together with the garter belts. I must confess I was surprised to find that most of them didn’t even own a garter belt so I found them another handful of fifties. Thank heaven I’d brought plenty of cash with me, well at these sort of events it’s always useful to have some around so you can slip a few to any ripe managers. Thursday evening we’d practically filled the place with tables of Geeks and students. My four special waitresses were reduced to wearing a mixture of sheer baby dolls and one just wore stockings, a garter belt and matching bra and knickers plus a scrap of lace on a hair band of course. The numbers of waitresses we required had become larger than the number of Halloween French Maid outfits that could be obtained and as they said they were certain I wouldn’t mind. Well the black quarter cup bra was at least the right colour and I quite liked the nipple ornaments hanging by a loop of plastic from each nipple. I reflected it was amazing what these young ladies will do for another bursary in their sister’s name as I suckled her exposed nipple and after undoing the pretty bow that held the two sides of her knickers together slipped my finger up her whilst rubbing her clit with my thumb. Prince Philip’s famous comment “Get your finger out.” Came to mind but it might have been a little too obvious besides we were both enjoying it as it was. By the end of Thursday evening even my four scantily dressed waitresses working hard on the dance floor failed to produce any more sperm. Friday morning I moved my bags down to reception so it wouldn’t be quite so obvious to Nathan we’d spent the last week sharing the same room even if it was bloody innocent.

We met Nathan in reception and I grabbed the extra memory sticks he’d brought to take them across to the presentation area and leave them like a dish of candy on the counter. Mrs. McGrath just grabbed and kissed him very firmly before virtually dragging him back to our room. Anyone would think she’d been feeling frustrated all week.

I left them to it but decided to spend the next three weeks at the company. Well Mrs. McGrath wasn’t going to be there for two weeks and I thought I could spend a week handing over to her. It was a good job I did since sales saw the number of enquires rise and most of them were turning into sales. Just as Miss whatever had predicted, god it was depressing. I had to try to find companies who could subcontract the work. I found a small one down the road who was only too willing to pack our orders for us and mail them out. I hired extra staff just to answer the phones in the sales department. The rate we were going the damn staff would double their salaries with the profit-sharing bonus which really went against the grain.

Still I could still play god. It looked like I wasn’t ever going to get into Mrs. McGrath’s knickers so I might as well just close the company down and put them all out of work. The thought cheered me up no end. The next day reality kicked in. If I fired them all then the house prices would drop and I’d make a loss on the house when I sold it even at the cut throat price I’d paid. Plus the sales and profit figures were obscene. Could I bring myself to give up all that lovely loot? What was I to do? Well the new temporary executive assistant for a start who thought she could sleep her way to a permanent job. I’d left the video conferencing recording program running on the computer whilst she came into the office and offered me her body. HD resolution the best on the market, well I have to keep in contact with my other interests and it’s paid for itself after avoiding five trips. It was fun really letting her lock the door then drop her skirt to the floor before coming across to let me run my hands over her young body. She was really noisy when she pretended to come as I fucked her. So I pulled out one of those rabbit vibrator things from my desk drawer and shoved it up her. Then she came all right, I slid back in again whilst she was still sopping wet and she nosily came again. The silly cow tried to blackmail me saying I’d taken advantage of her innocence so I played back the video I’d made all three angles. “You were saying?” I just love to see people grovel and cringe. I settled for her wearing black stockings and complete access to her whenever I felt like it for the rest of the two weeks before Mrs. McGrath came back. You could see the fear building up in her during the day if I didn’t manage to fit in her early it was great nearly made up for not having Mrs. McGrath lovely body around.

On her last day I saved a copy of the video files to one of our USB sticks then same day couriered it to her husband’s attention. Well most men have an interest in porn and I thought he might like a free pornographic film, with my face edited out of course, in both HD and DVD formats.

I’d barely finished my Chinese takeout on Sunday evening when the door bell rang. When I answered it there stood a very angry Mrs. McGrath. “Upstairs now!” she closed the door behind me and stormed up the stairs, “Which is your room?” Turn left I called as I followed. What was this some sort of raid? I tried to think if I had anything incriminating up there. When I arrived she had already removed her clothes and started on mine. She lay back on the bed and motioned to me to lie with her as she put the phone on speaker. “That bloody interfering women! Right here he is. Now just tell my mother-in-law how many times we’ve had sex or oral sex.” “None.” She reached down and grabbed my hard prick and pulled it to touch her pussy lips. I liked the way this was going. “Now tell her exactly where my hand is and what I’m doing with it. If I’ve been labelled a slut then I might just as well get some pleasure as well.” So I did and she disconnected the phone.

Afterwards we laid back in bed together and talked. Normally I don’t bother with the talking bit but this was Mrs. McGrath after all. Would you believe it the gossips had been busy, it was all circumstantial, Mrs. McGrath wearing black silk stockings to the office, well everyone could see them wrinkle slightly at the ankle, the fact that the expense account had been billed for only a single room, oops, then the right row over some pornographic videos which had been shot in my office with my temporary secretary. You couldn’t see the male’s face but my suit was recognised. Plus the final condemning fact in their eyes that Mrs. McGrath made my coffee in the morning and I’d given her husband a job whilst laying other staff off.

Nathan’s mother had caught the first plane to protect her darling son. Calling Mrs. McGrath a whore, slut and when Mrs. McGrath had called on her darling husband for protection against the lies his mother was spouting forth she could tell from his expression he thought she’d been warming my bed anyway so she’d stormed out. Thank God I hadn’t gone to watch a movie. “So how long are you here for?” “Well her ticket is a stay over Saturday night one so next Sunday, I assume I can stay if I can invent enough ways to keep you amused?”

"Very inventive is my Mrs. McGrath, even I learnt a few new tricks and that’s saying something. That was nine months ago and since then she’s been the perfect mistress, I get the weekends if I’m in town plus one or two nights a week. As you know it’s been a couple of years since I attended our little annual meeting to make business connections and show off our mistresses but I couldn’t resist the idea of showing her off just so the rest of you could see what your missing. Nothing against the over made up blonde airheads with silicon boobs of course but they don’t stack up against the real thing. They just aren’t in the same class.”

 “Three whisky glasses in front of you, that would normally mean ten minutes on the exercise cycle for each one but since we’re here I suppose it means thirty minutes of sexercise upstairs.” You could tell Mrs McGrath had arrived. “Mrs. McGrath, I wonder if you’d care to come and work for me? I’ll offer you double whatever he’s paying you.” “Thank you for the compliment but no.” “Ten times then, everyone has their price.” I held my breath I hadn’t expected this. “But unfortunately you can’t afford mine, I’ll stick with the devil I know thank you, thirty minutes upstairs now to make up for those whiskies.” “Sorry about this but urgent business you understand.” Mrs. McGrath led the way to the elevators and I gratefully accepted the hastily written cheque and slipped it in my pocket. Once we were alone in the elevator she turned “So I think I deserve half of whatever you conned out of that poor man. Let’s see how much you got?” I fished my cheque book and wrote one out. I even showed her the other one so she knew I wasn’t cheating her. “Why did you turn him down by the way?” “Well if you recall my base salary isn’t very much and even ten times that wouldn’t really make up for the loss of social acceptance. Everyone knows if you hadn’t been attracted to me you’d have asset stripped and closed the company down and more than two hundred jobs would have been lost. In those circumstances being your mistress is quite socially acceptable. The real problem I’m going to have is explaining to Nathan how I got paid $2,500,000 for not sleeping with a stranger.”