7 15 rm 1109 BOL 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.  Asstr.org accepts donations if you’re feeling rich or even if you’re not.

Luv Karen

Ken reread the printed email from his sister-in-law.  “Oh and not only do your databases not talk to each other your company’s computer security needs tightening up as well.”  He knew that, but at least she’d given him a list of things that needed to be implemented.  If only he had the resources to do it.  The way the order book was looking at the moment a consultant was out of the question but he had staff who could keep it ticking over once the software was installed.  Besides which he didn’t trust consultants, they’d leave it configured so he had to keep calling them back in to keep it running.

Polly put her head round the door hopefully.  “Hi the receptionist doesn’t seem to be here yet so can I just leave my CV for a summer job with you?”  He held his hand out and did his usual three second scan of a C.V. before tossing it in the recycle bin.  He’d crumpled it up and almost tossed it there when something struck him and he smoothed it out again.   Chemistry, that was science wasn’t it?  What he needed was a scientific approach to the problem.  “Take a seat for a moment.  What’s the normal hourly rate for students these days?”  He started typing in as she spoke, looking at her CV then he turned and grabbed the printout from the printer.  “Just sign here.”  “Wow an application form.”  She signed then looked more closely.  “This isn’t an application form is it?  It’s a letter of offer that I’ve just accepted by signing.  Not only that but it pays $10 an hour more than the amount we just spoke of, it’s a forty hour week, start date and time was this morning at seven am and it’s a fixed length until September 1^st.  What does it mean by double pay after five pm or before seven am?”  “Just in red tape in case we want you to work odd hours and if we pay you $10 an hour more than the going rate then it’s less likely you’ll go and work somewhere else.”  Ken reached for the signed letter and gave her a photocopy from the printer.  He took his sister-in-law’s printed email and handed to her.  “That’s your list of tasks for the summer.”

Polly blanched.  “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”  “No problem, come along and we’ll get you signed up.”  He led the way to the seventeenth floor where there was computer courses school.  “Can you sign her up for these courses?” He held out the list of software from the email.  “Well these three are on the list but that one requires a prerequisite which was to have started today but we cancelled on Friday because we only had one applicant and we need three to run the course.  This other one we won’t be doing until August, well that is if we get enough people.  The last one won’t be a problem as we have three already so that one is a guaranteed to run course and they always fill up quickly.”   Ken fumed for a moment.  “Right I want her to start the first course today, and the rest to follow on so grab the instructor and tell me how many seats do I need to pay for?”  The receptionist looked flustered.  “Let me call the instructor.”

Ken turned to Polly, “The course is four days long, if you do a couple of hours revision each night and take Friday off does that sound reasonable?”  Polly nodded and he left after writing out a cheque for one place on all the courses giving his word he would guarantee three seats on any of the courses that didn’t meet the three seat requirement.  The receptionist started to send out emails saying they had the following courses guaranteed to run and rang up the person she’d cancelled on Friday, were they available?

“Is he always like that?”  She asked Polly?  Polly shrugged her shoulders.  “I’m not sure, I only started working for him as a summer student ten minutes ago.”  “Do you want to do the exams?  They’re included in the price”  “Not really, he didn’t mention anything.”  “Well with this lot under your belt you’d qualify as a Microsoft Professional.”  “So? I want to be a research chemist, how would it help?”  “Given two candidates, one who just knew Chemistry and the other who was certified to sort the computers in the lab out as well who would you hire?”  “Sign me up but heaven knows how I’ll get it all sorted out.”  “Well Jeff let me into a secret, just buy a Microsoft Premier Support contract and they’ll help you set it all up correctly.”  “Neat I’ll have to see how much it all costs.”  Polly felt more confident knowing technical back up was available.

Julia glanced at the text message in her hand, 7:15 rm 1109 BOL, once more then slipped in through the door.  Ken looked up and raised his eyebrow questioningly as he’d just finished up his first run through his emails and was sipping his coffee.  She passed her CV across the desk and “I’d like a summer job please.”  He barely glanced at the C.V., a Business Studies student with no relevant experience.  He shook his head as he handed back her C.V. “I’m sorry but we don’t have anything for an inexperienced Business student.” 

Julia looked anguished and burst into tears, her eyes turned red and the tears just gushed forth.  Ken had never been very good at coping with crying females, especially ones who were sobbing hard and being rather inelegant about it.  He stepped round his desk and slipped his arms round her.  “I’m certain there must be plenty of student jobs around it’s just a matter of searching for them.”  “Well so far I’ve had forty three rejections and ninety eight we’ll contact you if something comes up.  Polly, my bridge partner, said you were a bit odd but if I sneaked in before the receptionist then at least my CV would get as far as your desk.”  Polly, Polly, the name rang a bell with Ken but he couldn’t just place it.  Julia looked up at the puzzled frown, “Polly, as in over paid summer student, who got sent on four weeks solid computer training the day she walked through the door?”  Ah yes it came back to Ken who was never very good on names.  Polly on whose efforts the future of the company probably depended.  He really didn’t want her distracted.  Oh what the hell the way the economy was going the company would probably be bankrupt soon anyway.  “There there I’m sure we can find something for you.”  He’d promise her anything to stop her crying.  The sobs stopped and she looked up, “Really?”  Perhaps he’d been a bit hasty?  She threw her arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.  Yes he had been a bit hasty. She drew her head back and cocked it slightly to one side before kissing him more deliberately on the lips.  Well perhaps he hadn’t been quite so hasty after all.  Ken wallowed in the sensations of the young body pressed against him.

Julia meantime was glowing with a sense of power as she felt Ken’s erection against her body.  Time for the kill, as she unzipped him she cast her mind back to the end of term and Ashley’s brother. 

There had been twelve of them all hyper at the end of term and wanting to know about sex.  Ashley had coaxed her twin brother into putting a blindfold on in the bedroom then she’d spun him round and attached his wrists to the bed with straps that closed quickly with Velcro before letting the others in.  Silently they’d slipped into the room.  Jessica had taken the lead and quickly slipped Ashley’s brother’s jeans off and unbuttoned his shirt.  “Ashley what’s going on?”  The girls had remained silent, well almost silent a very quiet stifled giggle could be heard occasionally.  Jessica pulled out a dressmaker’s tape measure and gently stroked the limp rod in front of her.  She held the tape aloft to show the seven inches she’d measured.  Julia had managed to cover her mouth with her hand to stop her gasp at the sight of the stiff rod.  “Ashley what’s going on?” was repeated.  Jessica shrugged and pulled out a condom.  She sucked it in her mouth then lent forward and filled it with harden cock.  She stepped back and Ashley who was stood beside her said “Well it looks like a blue ribbed condom to me.  Just the same colour as your eyes brother dear.  It’s just a little experiment to see if you can come without any one touching your cock. ”  She blushed as she said the word and nodded to the others.

Julia had moved forward to do her part, teasing him with her hair whilst running her hands over his body whilst the other girls did the same.  “Untouched by human hand.”  Announced Ashley as he spurted into the condom.  Jessica slid the condom off and mimed where the sensitive bits were likely to be.  The girls all had taken notes.  Then she’d lowered her mouth down over his recuperating cock and given him a demonstration blow job stopping when his testicles started to tighten.  She’d stepped aside and let another girl try her skill.  Three of them had had a practice session by which time Ashley’s brother felt almost drained.

Finally Jessica had applied another ribbed condom; this one was lime green in colour then lowered herself astride whilst guiding him in to audible gasps from the others.

When they had finished Ashley guided them out down to the basement to talk over their adventure.  She’d returned later to release her brother which she did with a kiss on his cheek.  “Happy birthday brother dear, how was losing your virginity?”  She passed him two photo printouts one showing a mass of long dark hair bobbing down over his penis and a second one of a close up showing the moment of penetration.  “She left you two souvenirs to remember her by and to prove it wasn’t my blonde hair.”

After that he’d get embarrassed easily when comments drifted by such as seven’s my lucky number.  Or could someone pass the salt.  He was just too embarrassed and just couldn’t possibly explain to his friends why the girls were calling him salty.

Now which bits had Jessica indicated were the most sensitive?  She slipped her lips over the end and her tongue found the dimple in the end.  Ken groaned, Oh well she was doing something right, now Jessica had cupped his testicles with her hand.  She slipped her hand underneath and searched with one finger for the sensitive area that Jessica had talked about.  Hey she was rewarded with another involuntary jerk.  This was fun, she could get used to this.  Her fantasy had always been to have her boss trembling at the knees wanting his wicked way with her whilst she would be powerless to resist.  This was much more fun, she slurped once more then took him in as deep as she could, twirling his pubic hair in her fingers, suddenly she could taste his spunk in her mouth, no wonder salty had been called salty.

“Did I do that right?”  Ken groaned.  “Perfectly but you shouldn’t have done it at all.  It shouldn’t have happened.”  “Pity if I hadn’t got it right I could have tried again to see if I could get better.”  She looked at his expression, “We could just say it didn’t happen, call it a figment of your imagination?”  He seemed to calm down a bit at those words.  “By the way, I’m looking for somewhere to stay since they’re kicking me out of hall at the end of the week.  Polly mentioned you weren’t married, do you think I could sleep on your floor or perhaps the couch?  Oh and do you think your imagination will be working again tomorrow morning?” she asked mischievously.  Ken looked as if he might do something he might regret later.

“OK you get the couch.  Now let’s get you sorted out.  I assume you don’t want to just be doing photocopying for the summer?”  “Well I’d like some relevant experience to my business studies if possible.”  “Well something you can try and you can’t do any harm at least, I have a government manager coming in at 11:30, he’d like our Westgate model and heaven knows we could do with the business but everything is open tender so the cheapest compliant bid wins and I don’t think we can afford to be the cheapest bid.”  “Is Westgate compliant then?”  “It was designed to be ultra energy efficient and meet every relevant specification, it helps when selling to our commercial customers if we can list its certifications.”  “So just price?”  “It costs us 123 to build them when we are running single shift building 250 a week, with a bit of overtime we can do 300 and our cost drops to 120, normally we sell at 132 or rather 140 but we typically give 5% quantity discount.  To be certain to win the contract we’d need a price of 95 and it’s not worth the hassle of putting in a bid at that price.  Plus our normal customers would be able to see our bid price and want the same pricing.”  “So why are we talking to him?”  “I’m not you are.  I’ll sit in as technical advisor but I’ll let you handle the negotiations.  I doubt there is any business there but at least you can get a feel for the process.  We don’t have any other customers to talk to at the moment and I haven’t had a lunch out in a month.  Now the thing is we need to get you some professional looking clothes, tank top and shorts won’t cut it I’m afraid.  We’ll go down and see Kayla.”

 “Kayla, this is Julia a friend of Polly’s who will be joining us for the summer.  At 11:30 she’s going to try to negotiate a contract with some fifty year old male government employee so she’ll need all the help she can get.”  He handed her a wad of large denomination notes.  “Bring her back dressed office professional by 11:15 and I want receipts for everything preferably saying uniform on them.”  Kayla, the office fashion queen, looked up at Julia with interest.  She’d been the one who’d raised the issue of the computers in the first place, purely self interest of course one of her friends had lost her job when the company she was working for went under after their computers had been infected and there had been no back up.

 “Office professional trousers, or Office Professional Suggestive with just a hint to give him a heart attack?”  “Office Professional Suggestive I think.“  “Office professional suggestive it is then, silk blouse, and thin bra, bumps on her thighs from the garter straps holding up the black steamed stockings.  I wonder if that’s his fantasy or yours?”  She added provocatively.  “Get thee hence, and remember health and safety so no four inch heels.”  Came the reply as Ken turned his back and left them.

Julia thought for a moment back to her lectures on ethics and what was acceptable for government employees to accept.  “Do you mind if I slip out and see Polly first and do you have any female Chinese office workers?”  Kayla shrugged her shoulders “Lili is down the hall second cubicle on the left past the water fountain.  I’ll await your return before we hit the stores.  You know my credit card is maxed again and I always enjoy a good shop.”  She turned back to finish the new orders trickling in which didn’t take long at all.

Julia was soon back.  “Right I’m ready let’s go spend some money.  You didn’t really mean it when you said skirt and bumps everywhere did you?”   “When my lord and master is paying he gets bumps everywhere.  If the government guy is a toughie then if he has a distracting bump his blood can’t be in his head can it?  You have to take every advantage of being a girl you can these days.  Pity about the health and safety bit I saw some really spectacular pumps on sale for only $400 at the week end.”  She counted the notes in her hand “But maybe if we economise on the shoes we could go after the perfect blouses that Holt Renfrew had in last week.”  “I don’t even own a skirt.”  “Don’t worry Kayla will look after everything.”

Ken glanced down at his watch, 11:20, oh well he could always handle Mr. Hinchcliffe himself.  He rose to get himself a cup of coffee before the meeting only to be greeted by Kayla “Cinderella is ready for the ball.”  She stepped aside so Ken could view her creation.

Well professional yes, suggestive well he’d see.  Julia took in his glance, looks like what he was expecting was a Playboy Bunny outfit.  Well this was her big chance she’d show him she wasn’t just a pair of self propelled mammary glands.  “Has he arrived yet?”  “No not yet.  I suggest I’m your technical sales advisor and you are the sales person.  So I’ll just be in the background.  We probably should move to the boardroom to start before we take him down to the new Italian Restaurant that’s just opened up.”  Julia nodded, then as she followed him she composed herself before the meeting.

“Hi Mr. Hinchcliffe, I’m Julia Piece the sales person and this is Ken Aspey my technical person.  Would you like to have lunch?  Ken tells me there is a new Italian restaurant that is supposed to be very good just opened up down the road.”  She saw the hesitation on his face,  “Or in view of the new restrictions on accepting hospitality by government employees if you’d prefer I can offer you chicken in a sauce made by my own hands fresh from the microwave on a bed of rice.”  “That would certainly be preferably.”  Julia disappeared and returned back shortly with three plates of steaming food which they ate and small talk hummed round the table.

Julia moved them to the comfortable sofas that surrounded a low coffee table and feeling rather warm took off her jacket, then crossed her legs.  She found Mr. Hinchcliffe’s gaze a trifle warming, well her nipples pebbled under his gaze, but she took shelter in a professional manner.  “I understand you’re interested in our new energy efficient Westgate model, and I suspect another project has been delayed so year end funds are available if your project is submitted quickly and accepted?”  Mr. Hinchcliffe nodded.  Julia prepared to negotiate, “I can let you have some at 157 by month end.”  She felt proud of that start, leave him room to negotiate the price down.  Mr. Hinchcliffe brought out his calculator and did some sums.  “Fine 4,000 at 157 just matches the available funds nicely, delivery by 11:59 on the 31^st of the inst with a 95% penalty for late delivery but the full number must be delivered.”  Julia thought rapidly, one shift could produce 250, they had four weeks, three shifts plus weekend working, it could be done.  “As long as you can send someone to the site to accept delivery on the last day at 11 pm that will be perfect.  How will we do the contract?”  Mr. Hinchcliffe pulled his lap top out and typed in a few commands.  “OK its sitting in the tender queue so it should pop up in a few seconds on the site, it’ll be up for open tender for five minutes then we’ll close the tenders.”  Ken drew out his lap top and after entering his secure strong password found the request for tender document, and entered the tender.  “All done but I would like to confirm production capacity before the contract is let.  Can we get back to you by 9 am tomorrow morning?”  Mr. Hinchcliffe nodded his agreement and took his leave.

As soon as he left Ken grabbed his cell.  “Kayla, I want lift to the airport, do you have your car?  We’ll see you at the elevator in two minutes.”  Next he dialed again and as he was dialing he grabbed Julia by the hand and led her to the elevator.  “Two seats on the first available flight, bribe someone to take a later flight if need be.”  He put his hand over the mouthpiece and spoke to Julia as he waited for the phone to connect.  “We have a problem we need to convince the staff to work all the hours that god sends to fill this order.”  “I want the all staff assembled in the cafeteria at five pm no exceptions.”  “Get their significant others as well.”  Mouthed Julia, who couldn’t see what the problem was why not just hire some extra workers?   “Wives and husbands as well, oh and get the cafeteria to lay on a meal for them at 4:30 just to get them there and see if you can get any members of the city council there as well.”  As they descended in the elevator he asked where the chicken had come from.  “I’d made some frozen lunches up for Polly and I’d dropped them off before I came to see you.  It was just a matter of retrieving five then talking nicely to Lili since we’d had a lecture on ethics and public servants accepting meals last term I thought it would be more discreet that way.”

Eventually the two of them reached the cafeteria about ten to five.  Just as most people were finishing their meal.  Ken got up first and motioned to a guy in a blue striped power suit to join him.

“First thank you all for coming here today.  As you know we’re in a recession and although our new product the Westgate model is the most energy efficient model we’ve ever produced in fact the best on the market the sales haven’t been as good as we’d like.  In fact we only have orders for 8 of the units out of the 250 that are scheduled for production this week and unless sales in the shape of Mr. Sinclair has some recent information we’ll probably be laying off next week”.  There was a murmuring around the tables at this.  “But first perhaps Mr. Sinclair who in the past such an excellent job can give us the benefit of his insight as to why it’s so bad, and if there is any hope for the future.” 

Mr. Sinclair rose to his feet.  “The trouble with an innovative product such as we have with Westgate is no one wants to be first.  What we really need is one or two nice big orders and then I guarantee the other ones will follow.  I sense there is still some business out there but it’s not yet committed itself.  I’d like to tell you I have a full order book but I’d forgotten to enter in the orders but realistically I think we’ll see another four months of very depressed orders and then it may pick up.”

Gloom seemed to settle round the gathering then one of the workers stood up and took the microphone.  “I think there is something more than what’ve you’ve said so far.  I’ve been laid off in the past and generally its wait until Friday afternoon, then you get the layoff notices.  I think one way or another we’ve been expecting something like this.  You can’t keep the contents of the order book and the production schedule secret in a place like this and you don’t get invited in on a Monday with the wife and fed first before being laid off.  So what haven’t you mentioned so far?”

Ken rose to his feet again.  “I’ll let Julia talk to you and explain.  She’s been pulling rabbits out of hats today and may have a solution but I’m not certain, it depends on if an agreement can be reached.”

Julia looked at him in panic.  He wanted her to speak in public?  Oh my God.  She swallowed then approached the mike.  “We have a potential order for 4,000 Westgate units.”  A relived sigh went round the room.  “Provided we can deliver by month end.”  Exclamations of disbelief met her words.

She closed her eyes, were these people for real?  She counted until the protests calmed down.  “Ignore the fancy clothes, basically I’m a summer student studying business so accept I don’t know what’s practical but I do know that if we can’t find a way to do this you’re looking at a four to six month layoff and financially that isn’t good.  This contract is very profitable if we can make it.  I inflated the price to allow haggle room and the buyer just accepted it provided we can deliver the full 4,000 units and not one less.  Its government end of year money so it evaporates if they don’t spend it.  I assume you’re working piece work, if so you know you don’t always do things in the most efficient fashion.  There will be some key workers that we’ll need on site practically all the time, others will have to work very long hours, but can you delegate anything to summer students?”  She looked at them realizing she wasn’t getting through to them.  They’d had a union leader come in to talk to them about the “us and them” culture, how the workers had to clock in and didn’t know how much money they would earn from week to week.  “What would happen if the company didn’t offer any overtime but guaranteed you a weekly salary paid biweekly for a year with no time clocks?”  She looked at the stunned faces.  “You mean they’d trust us?”  Julia felt perhaps she might just win.  “If they get the contract there is enough money to carry everyone for four months, if they lose and have to layoff that’s less profit for them and let’s face it which would you rather buy from an unprofitable company that’s laying off its staff or a profitable one with happy staff?  It’s a risk but that’s what managers get paid for to assess the risk.  If they lay staff off the best ones generally move on, if they don’t and are loyal to their staff, people remember.”

She crossed her fingers and hoped as she turned to Ken.  “Could the company put everyone on staff?”  Ken took in a deep breath “I’m just along for the ride at this point.  OK if everyone is on side, or enough to make this work, everyone goes salaried from this morning, that includes anyone who is currently classed as temporary.  Your salary will be whatever your annual earnings were last year, plus at the end of the year we’ll split the profit 50 50 as a bonus.  This actually helps the company out on cash flow because although its government I’m quite certain it will be 3 months after delivery before we see the money.  So no vacation this month though but you can take time off afterwards to make up.”

An elderly gentleman came forward to take the microphone.  “For you out of towners and anyone else who doesn’t recognize me I’m Major Dunston.  To help this happen since I happen to know that many of the other companies are in much the same state I think I can promise you that we can work together to “borrow” workers if you let us know the skill sets you require.”

Ken looked round the room he felt they were wavering “You know where the bottlenecks for production are, I’ll make $2,000,000 available to management for immediate purchases, whether it’s a new fork lift truck or whatever,”  “What happens to the payroll people who work out the hourly pay roll and bonuses at the moment?”  “I think for this order they will be busy chasing suppliers for parts.  Afterwards we can work something out but they will be on salary.  I’m asking you to be flexible on this.  I think as Mr. Sinclair mentioned one big order like this on a new product can kick start other orders but and lets be very clear on this if we are one short on the contract the penalty clauses will put us in bankruptcy.  So if you think we can’t do it then pray Mr. Sinclair comes up with some new orders quickly if you think we can then we should go ahead.  Now would you prefer a secret ballet or just a show of hands?”

One of the wives stepped up to the microphone “Let’s just do it.  I’m willing to look after the kids this month provided it’s his turn all next month when schools out.”  There was general laughter at this and many supporting comments.

Ken turned to Julia.  “Well done, I think you’d done it.  Now all we need to do is email Mr. Sinclair, circulate a little then we can catch the red eye back home.”

On the flight back Ken put up the arm rest between the two seats and Julia fell asleep against him.  He looked at the top of her head and felt a bit protective of her.  Special as well if she felt comfortable enough to fall asleep on him.  It must have been a long day for her and she’d done the impossible at least twice today.  He lent forward and kissed the top of her head lightly before quietly dozing off himself.  At the airport he carried her sleeping form to a cab and slipped her into the back seat.  She woke up as the cab arrived at his home.  He was too tired to make up the spare bed and so he guided her into his bedroom thinking he’d sleep on the sofa with a spare duvet over him but she nuzzled up to him “Stop being gallant, we can share a bed tonight so just come to bed and go to sleep.”

In the morning he woke and looked at the head on the pillow besides him.  Two could play he decided and burrowed under the duvet cover until he reached her toes.  He kissed the each then worked up to her ankles, her calves, her knees before her moan of protest came.  “Don’t worry nothing is happening it’s just a figment of your imagination.”  Then he continued his assault nibbling his way up her thighs until he reached her hands covering her mound.  “You’re not supposed to be doing this.”  She said, “Giving you a blow job is one thing, I’m in control then but this.”  He ignored her and nibbled her knuckles slipping his tongue between her fingers, slurping her pubic hair.  “Oh God, that‘s not fair.”  He stopped for a moment, “And that’s not fair either.” She moaned.   He lifted her hand out of the way and slurped his way into her sex.

She felt an overwhelming urge to feel him hard inside her, she tried to resist it but then vocalized her need.  “I need you inside now.”  “Sorry no condoms.”  He was concentrating directly on her clit now.  “I’m on the pill, and STD free, I doubt if you’ve had a dozen lovers so let’s just do it.”  She twisted around and rolled him on his back then squatted over his hips guiding him into her as she lowered herself, just as she’d seen Jessica do earlier.  She leant forward to let her long hair brush over his face then took his hands and placed them on her boobs.

Afterwards as she lay in his arms she turned to him and said “Have you seen the time?  I haven’t anything to wear.”  He looked at her “No seriously I don’t have any clothes here except the ones I wore yesterday.  Most are OK I suppose but not my knickers.  I should have rinsed them out last night.  I could try a pair of yours, do you wear Jockey brand ones?”  “Try the top drawer, my sister buys mine so I don’t know which brand she buys and don’t worry about the time or being late at the office after all we did work late last night.”  Julia crawled out of bed and pulled on a pair of his white cotton underpants.  “Well they’re comfy anyway.  I want to get some experience in business studies, you know find something I can write up, like how I saved $20,000 in my vacation job.”  Ken laughed.  “Well perhaps not $20,000 but at least more than my pay and stop looking like you want to get inside your underwear.”  She pulled on a few more clothes slipping the garter belt straps under her underwear.  “Only when you’re wearing them, do you know exactly what a Westgate model is?”  “Some type of widget?  Hey that’s right 4,000 at around 37 profit means I’ve already made my $20,000 doesn’t it?”  Ken grimaced.  “It’s actually a prefabricated energy efficient house and you sold 4,000 of them for $157,000 each.”

“I did what?”  “Shall we just say you made a few million for the company, and kept a few people in work.  Is that worth writing up?”  She sat down on a chair.  “My god if I’d had known what I was doing I couldn’t have done it.  I mean to say how come that guy let me get away with the price?”  “Cross your legs, now look in the mirror.”  She did as she was bid then tried to tug her skirt down.  “Oh my god the skirt control thing.  I don’t know what he must have thought of me with the amount of bare thigh and stocking top he could have seen.  I never thought, I haven’t done the skirt thing for years”.  She sank her head in her hands totally embarrassed.  “I thought he was looking at me with lust in his eye, he even made my nipples pebble.  I wonder?”  She ran her fingers over her breasts, and looked in the mirror.  “Oh God this bra is really thin isn’t it.  He must have seen that as well.  I couldn’t face him again.”  “You won’t have to, but I’d better give Karla a small bonus for picking out your clothes.  I think she got Office Professional Suggestive spot on, don’t you?”  Julia threw a nearby cushion at him.

“Actually you did so well I think I’ll offer you a job.”  “I have college in September.”  “So we’ll just put it down on your training plan and the company will pay.  Do you think Polly would accept those terms as well?”  “Do I get to stay here as well?”  “Would you like to?”  “Well it’s cheap.”  The cushion flew back across the room.  “OK, OK you’re not bad in bed as well.”  Ken pounced, tickling her into submission.  Then they kissed and made up before going into the office.