Cathy looked at the letter again by Karen Blayne

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Cathy touched wood and looked at the letter again, it really was an appointment for an interview.  She didn’t recall applying but after being laid off for three months and having no luck finding a job she certainly wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

 She dressed with care, solid professional to inspire confidence, kissed Carl her husband on the cheek and set off.  Soon she was sitting opposite the receptionist next to a girl who appeared to be wearing a belt as a skirt.  The door marked “Interview in progress, Do Not Disturb.” opened and a heavily made up girl with a skimpy top exited the office and tottered towards the lift.  Cathy felt she must have been mistaken when she heard the girl mutter to herself “If only I’d given him a blow job.”   “Next.” Came a voice and the girl next to her got up undid one of the only three remaining buttons on her blouse, pulled her skirt down a quarter of an inch and tottered in on her high heels.  Cathy worried about Carl.  He wasn’t talking to her any more.  They’d been married on graduating and been really lucky to get jobs with the same company two years ago.   Three months ago the company had closed the satellite office laid them both off leaving them with maxed credit cards and not much chance of finding anything in the city.

 The second girl came out quite quickly.  “Are you quite certain you don’t want...”  “Thank you, we’ll get in touch if we are interested.  Next.”  Came the voice.  Cathy walked through the door.  “I had a letter but don’t remember applying for a job?”  She handed the letter across the desk.  He looked at it then tapped into the computer.  “Oh I’m sorry we sent you the wrong letter by mistake.  We should have sent you the reminder letter saying we’ll reprocess your car in two weeks time unless you pay the outstanding arrears before then, but since you’re here do you have a CV?”  Cathy handed over her CV automatically then the words sank in.  She was just stunned then started quietly weeping.  He skimmed the CV and raised his eyes.  “This looks rather better qualified than I was looking for.  I was thinking in terms of someone decorative with long legs.”  He began to panic at seeing no reaction.  “Are you all right?  I usually go downstairs for a coffee about this time why don’t you join me?  It will give you time to compose yourself.”

 They went down to the self service cafeteria on the first floor and when he saw her looking wistfully at the breakfast being handed over the counter he asked “Will you join me for breakfast?  Eggs, bacon, sausage, ham, home fries?”  “Yes please.”  She said simply, so soon they were sat at a table with two large plates covered with three eggs, sausage, bacon, ham and fries with a separate plate of toast which she just demolished as if she hadn’t eaten properly for days.  He encouraged her to pour out her problems which seemed to calm her down.  He mused then led the way out.  At the elevator he turned back “I just want to pick up something, want to go on up and perhaps freshen up at the wash room on the right when you get out?  I’ll see you in the office.” He called over his shoulder.

 She caught the elevator up and was horrified to see how red eyed she looked in the mirror.  After splashing cold water over her face so she didn’t look quite so red eyed she met him as he stepped off the elevator.  “I didn’t quite like to enter your office without you.”  He ushered her in and they both sat down.  “Right let’s think what we can do.  I couldn’t pay you anything other than the rate for an office junior as all the positions and the salary ranges are posted on the board for all to see.  We are a finance company amongst other things so I could offer to transfer your existing mortgage consolidating your car loans and credit card balance into it.  Shall we add in another $5,000 to the charge in case something crops up.  You’ll need to transfer to one of our credit cards of course.  The new rate will be 1% whilst you work for the company and I think we can find your husband a temporary casual job in the warehouse.  We include the normal benefits such as dental plan, drug plan, private hospital room upgrade plan etc.”

 She looked up with a smile “That would be wonderful, but what’s the catch?  And how do I explain it all to my husband?”  “Well the mortgage would simply say a daily variable rate mortgage, you get one statement a year with the outstanding balance on it and the current rate of interest which will be the normal market rate, applicable only for the day of the statement.  Credit cards and car loan well we are partially a finance company and have restrictive conditions about gambling and our employees running into debt, hence you may only have one credit card which is ours and that applies to spouses as well.  Husband’s job well I’ve asked you to arrange someone temporary for the warehouse, and you thought he might be interested if he doesn’t want it we can use an agency.  Catch, no catch, you just become my decorative ornament, provided your legs are good enough.  Monday and Wednesday I Telework, you’d be expected to work at my home on those days and I’ll supply some suitable uniforms to wear.  Perhaps you could get undressed and try these on for me?”  She grimaced “That sounds like totally unsuitable clothes for the office to me.”  “Well I do keep the thermostat a little higher at home than we do in the office so you’ll be more comfortable in something a little lighter.”  She was tempted, she mulled it over, thinking this was the first interview in four months, and if she didn’t get Carl doing something soon he’d retreat even further from her besides losing the cars and the house.  She looked at the pile of notes he’d placed on the desk.  “$500 for you even if I decide not to offer you the job for getting undressed.”  “Why?”  “I don’t like tattoos.”  She thought a little longer, $500 well at least they could buy groceries for another month if she was careful with it. 

 She eventually held her hand out for the tiny plastic bag and looked inside.  “My God these went out with the Ark.”  She held up the suspender belt.  She reached in again and reverently brought out the black seamed silk stockings.  “So which museum did you break into for these?  I hope I’m not expected to provide my own silk stockings.”  He frowned, “They would be part of your supplied uniform.”  What would he say if he saw the state of her underwear, it certainly didn’t give quite the professional carefully groomed image she was trying to put over.  Well if she just wore the contents of the bag and nothing else it would be less embarrassing than her old greying bra. 

 “Yes Sir, if you’ll just turn your back towards me.”  He did as requested, and listened to interesting rustles, a few moments later came the announcement “Your fashion parade is ready Sir.”  She felt a small thrill go through her in response to his stunned reaction.  She twirled then came and sat on his knee.  “Well do my legs measure up?”  She took his hand and guided it to her breast placing her hand over his, then leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips.  “Err, everything measures up, quite perfect in fact.”  “I am glad, so I have the job then?  I assume it entails having your bone inside me when we’re teleworking?  If so I think it’s only fair to mention that my supply of the pill ran out and I haven’t been able to afford to buy any replacements so it’ll be six weeks before I’m safe again.”  “Six weeks it is then, you’ll go on salary today, and I expect you in the office at 8 am on Tuesday, Thursday and Friday, Monday and Wednesday I telework so you’ll need the address.”  “I think it might be better if I dressed a little conservatively when in the office, we don’t want too much talk do we?”  She stood up and guided his hand over her stocking, “Now I think I’d better get dressed don’t you?”  He nodded.  “Turn your back please.”

 “What sort of uniform were you thinking of supplying?  Something to show my body to its best advantage perhaps?”  He nodded.  “I once had a look in the window at Geneviève’s, I think they may have something, perhaps we could shop together so I can find something that is the right size but you approve of?”  Well she’d once taken one look at the only discreet price tag visible in the window and then exchanged looks with Jennifer, maybe if ever they brought a winning lottery ticket? 

 “No time like the present I suppose.”  He sighed and reached for his jacket.  He opened the door for her to pass through first, then waved to the receptionist.  “I’ll be out of the office for an hour or two, back after lunch.”  They walked to Geneviève’s and entered the elegant boutique.  “We’re after something sheer and flimsy.”  “For yourself?” the elegantly dressed lady behind the counter replied.  Cathy grinned up at him.  He closed his eyes and counted to three.  “No for my PA.”  “Perfect then we needn’t concern ourselves with the cost need we.”  Her eyes twinkled as she smiled at Cathy and led her away.  She turned her head and nodded to a young girl assistant “Lead Mr…?”  she raised an eyebrow, “James Rosendale.”  “To the bridal room and find him a coffee whilst he is waiting.”  James looked taken back.  The girl laughed.  “It’s alright there’s nothing to be worried about.  There are no hidden brides waiting to ambush you, its just the largest of our changing rooms and I suspect Geneviève will wish to have your young lady get changed in one of the other rooms then appear in front of you in a room where she can twirl about and look her best.  I’m Chantal by the way and can offer you coffee with cream floating on top or tea if you prefer?”  “I’ll take the coffee with tea floating on top, thank you.”

 Chantal paused and gave him a look then pulled aside a curtain and motioned for him to go through.  “If I thought you meant it I’d make it for you, whilst the customer is always right according to Madam I’ve often had my doubts, and with you I certainly have my doubts.”  She motioned for him to take a seat in the comfortable arm chair then disappeared only to return carrying tray laden with a china coffee pot, cream jug and cups and saucers moments later.  She poured him a coffee and very delicately poured the cream so it floated on top.  “This is unexpected.”  He remarked, “So will the bill be at the end.  Whoops I shouldn’t have said that, Madam likes her male escorts to be relaxed to better appreciate the clothes they are buying.  Like a neck massage whilst you wait?”

“Now what are his preferences?”  Cathy looked taken back, “He hired me about ten minutes ago and mentioned uniform so I guided him here.  I mean if I’m going to go round half naked at least it will be expensive half naked.”  “Is this for office wear then?”  “Prim for the office and I imagine unprim for the two days a week he teleworks and I work in his home.  Oh he likes me in a belt with black stockings.”  Geneviève looked thoughtful for a moment.  “Best get undressed and let’s see what we have to work with.”  Cathy took off her clothes, Geneviève looked in horror at her bra.  “You’ve never had a bra properly fitted have you, totally the wrong size, shape, no support at all.”  She whirled round and came back with a half dozen bras of different styles.  Cathy was measured, pushed and pulled and eventually Madam was satisfied.  “Right we have the foundations.”  Together they worked their way through the racks of clothes, Cathy tried a few items on to see how they would look in the mirror.  Then she nodded to Madam.  “Showtime I think.”

 Geneviève entered first and held the curtain back.  She entered and twirled to show the full skirt at its best.  “Very nice but I was thinking of something more intimate.”  Chantal shook her head.  “If Sir would wait a moment or two, I’ll undo the gift wrapping.”  She crossed the room and undid the zipper letting the dress pool to the floor leaving Cathy dressed in elegant but skimpy black French underwear.  “The black stocking tops are more to Sir’s taste perhaps?”  James nodded appreciatively.  “A slice of chocolate cake for Sir whilst we change into the next outfit?”  “How many am I allowed to buy?” asked Cathy looking at James. “Shall we limit ourselves to a dozen outfits today?  Especially if they show your body off as well as this one.”  “He’s allowed two slices of chocolate cake.”  Chantal had seen Cathy eyeing up the chocolate cake she had just brought in.  She cut a thick slice and handed it to her on a plate with a cake fork much to Madam’s disapproving face, “We can spare one for you as well.”

 Cathy waltzed out to select the next outfit, chiffon in a deep green that brought out the colour of her eyes.  It also showed off her hard nipples that were exposed by her open cup French luxury bra.  James nodded his approval even before Chantal undid the gift wrapping.  “I think her breasts are truly beautiful don’t you?”  James nodded his concurrence, both his new personal assistant and her taste in clothes was much more than he had originally been thinking of when he’d decided to indulge in a pair of decorative legs. 

 After the final outfit was approved and Geneviève was feeling mellow she mentioned that Cathy really ought to have a selection of properly fitting bras.  Cathy looked lingeringly at the dozen French bras loving laid out in front of her, she thought fleetingly about the $500 in her purse but then said she couldn’t afford them.  “No matter, Chantal could you prepare a final discount label for all these items at say 10% the marked price, with a few 20% off, 30% off, 50% off written on in red and then crossed out?”  “But your business must make a profit?”  Cathy protested.  “A dress bill special?” suggested Chantal.  Geneviève nodded and Chantal disappeared returning with a plain white cardboard box.  She opened the lid and pulled back the tissue.  Inside was a black baby doll night dress that might have been made of spider’s web.

 Cathy held the delicate creation against her body and looked at herself in the full length mirror.  Even through two layers it was practically transparent.  Chantal urged her to try it on properly then smoothed it in place with gentle brushing movements with her hands.  “If you’d care to step this way.”  Cathy blushed at the thought of appearing in this garment in front of her new boss, it was positively indecent, worst than being totally naked, but followed her in anyway.

 James’s reaction was just as expected by Chantal.  “Totally normal male reaction.”  She whispered in Cathy’s ear as Cathy passed her.  Geneviève followed them in.  “I know we said a dozen outfits but I thought you might like to see Cathy in something else that perhaps you might be interested in for next time?  We have them in various colours including some rather nice pastel ones?”  James glanced at his watch.  “I really should get back to the office, I’ll leave you to pick out the dozen nightdresses and since its Friday you may have the rest of the day off.  I’ll return this afternoon at say four pm on my way home to settle up pick up everything if that’s acceptable?”  Cathy nodded “Good then I’ll expect to see you on Monday at 8:30 am.”  James left the store.  Cathy turned back to the racks to ensure she really had picked out the most flattering nightdresses.  If she was going to go through with this she might as well get some enjoyment out of it.  She turned to Chantal, “What exactly is a dress bill special?”  “Something to distract husbands from the size of a wife’s dress bill.”  “Oh, it works with bosses as well I guess.  Do you have this one in a slightly larger size?”

 James spotted an empty meter just outside Geneviève’s boutique so quickly pulled across the traffic and parked the hatch back before the minivan that was hovering had a chance.  As he slipped in the door Geneviève herself slipped out and fed the meter.  Chantal greeted him as he came in.  “Did she finally manage to pick everything out?”  He asked, “Well she had difficulty with the last one she couldn’t make her mind up between three silk baby dolls.”  “Best add the two rejects to the pile then.”  Chantal grinned, “Does she know how much you’re worth then?”  He grimaced “I hope not, it took long enough to buy this little collection.”  He held up on of the pairs of tiny pants from a baby doll set.  “I wonder if it would be cheaper just to dress her in gold foil?  These I feel sure are more expensive ounce for ounce than gold.”

 Geneviève came in behind him, “Mais oui, you’re paying for the cut, the design, the entire ensemble.  Chantal dear perhaps Mr. Rosendale would like to see something a little heavier?  I’ve lifted one out into the Bridal room.”  James was surprised to see Chantal look hesitant.  “You’re the sales person for this sale so all the commission will be yours.”  Chantal took a deep breath then motioned for James to go through to the bridal suite.

 She lifted the covering cloth and revealed a Sybian, James looked puzzled “Perhaps you tell me a little more about it?”  Chantal was blushing now and she bit her lower lip.  “I think I’d better show you.”  She slipped off of her dress, and lowered her lace panties.  Then she took a bottle of lubricant and lubricated the artificial penis that stood pointing upwards before lowering herself onto it.  Next she took the controls and switched on.  “Now there are two controls, one for the vibration and one for the rotation.  The basic idea is to train the female body to have more orgasms, primarily on the machine and secondly it makes her more responsive when making love.”  Chantal was definitely blushing by now.

“I think you should be able to see I’m aroused by the red flush on my chest.”  She undid her front opening bra placing her hand over her breast.  She closed her eyes and a dreamy expression came over her she was obviously very aroused.  James was fascinated.  Geneviève pressed a cup of coffee into his hand, “Whilst you are waiting and enjoying the show.”  “But the car is on a meter.”  “Which has been fed, just take a seat and enjoy the view.”  Finally Chantal gave a loud moan and turned off the machine.  “Well would you like to buy one after I’ve shown you what it can do?”  “Do you have one yourself?”  “No I’d like one but they are a bit expensive, I make do with an old fashioned vibrator.”  “I’ll take two then, one for me and another gift wrapped for yourself.”  Chantal thanked him wide eyed, then helped him load everything into the car.

 Monday morning and after dropping Carl off at the warehouse Cathy parked her car in the drive and looked over James’s new detached single family home and noted the grass needed cutting.  She rang the bell at James’s door, she wasn’t certain she needed to with her heart pounding away so hard  she felt certain James could hear it inside.  He answered the door “Hi come on in.  I’ve put all your uniform items in the first bedroom on the right when you go upstairs if you’d like to get changed first and perhaps put the rest away.  I’m not very good at folding clothes I’m afraid.  Give me a call when you’ve finished and I’ll bring up some coffee.”  Cathy nervously stepped upstairs and entered the guest bedroom to get changed.  What to wear?  She first hung up everything then looked through the rack.  Well if she wanted to make an impression the midnight blue baby doll would do the trick.  She smoothed the baby doll nightdress down then turned back and forth admiring herself in front of the mirror, trying to convince herself she was as near perfection as could be.

 She heard his footsteps coming up the stairs and swirled round to face him in the doorway.  “Very nice, I’m impressed.”  She gave a small curtsy holding the skirts of her baby doll slightly out.  “By the way we take our employee fitness very seriously, so I’d like you to spend 20 minutes on the exercise machine each day you work here if that is acceptable?”  It seemed such a reasonable request that Cathy agreed to it instantly.  “I have it set up in the main bedroom if you’d just step this way.”  Cathy followed him in and looked hard at the Sybian.  “That’s an exercise machine?”  she asked in disbelief.  “I’m told it is very effective, apparently you apply some of this lubricant first then sit astride.”  “Do I sit in front of the knob or behind it?”  “It fits inside once you have applied the lubricant, I’d demonstrate it but it’s designed for women only.”  Doubtfully she lowered herself down onto it.  “Now you adjust the speed by twiddling the knobs.”  Cathy twiddled them slowly.  “Well it’s different to anything I’ve seen at the gym.”  James settled back in his armchair and sipped his coffee, watching as her facial expressions changed and she turned the knobs to experiment.  The midnight blue baby doll soon had its ribbon tie at the front undone as Cathy sought to stimulate her nipples to get the most out of the machine.

 James twenty minutes later glanced down at his watch whoops time for her to rest.  He gently turned the controls back to off and looked at the exhausted girl on the machine.  She looked up at him “Could you lift me off?”  He picked her up and carried her back to the chair cradling her in his lap.  She peeked up at him, “This is nice I hope I get cuddled every day after my work out.”

 Cathy arrived at the office on Tuesday morning.  “Good morning Mrs. Holden I’ve allocated you a cubicle next to my office if you’d like to step this way.”  Well she had said prim to depress gossip but really after what they had shared yesterday she thought she might have had a slightly warmer welcome.  He showed her to a cubicle and logged her onto her computer.  “I’ve given you PA read access to my account but no authority for approvals.  If you could change your password to one with at least a dozen characters and include a number that would be appreciated.” She looked at him blankly “How on earth do you expect me to remember something like that?”  “Type a sentence, perhaps from a book and end it with your parent’s or someone else’s zip code?”  “Oh I always wondered how people came up with strong passwords.”  “I’ll leave you to it since I have to go out all day.  Maria the receptionist can point you to the coffee machines and fill you in on the office gossip.”

 She browsed the server’s folders and settled down to read the accounts.  She’d found you could tell so much from the accounts if only you know where to look.  As she delved deeper she murmured to herself from time to time “Oh my, those poor banks.”  “The crafty devil.”  “But then lower down he brought the same assets back again.”  Time for a coffee and to chat with Maria about where to go for lunch, but first Jennifer, Jennifer her college friend who loved to cook and was in the same financial state as she as.  She rang, Jennifer answered on the third ring.  “Hi Jen, there’s a fifty dollar bill in the drawer under the sink, fancy using it to cook supper for the four of us tonight?  No I haven’t won the lottery but I’m celebrating my new job, Carl’s new temporary job and besides I need to gossip to you tonight about your new job.”  Maria was a fount of information and only too happy to talk about Mr. Rosendale.

 On Wednesday morning Cathy and Jennifer both showed up at James’s front door.  “Hi this is my closest friend Jennifer and we share absolutely everything.”  “Having heard so much about your wonderful exercise machine I wanted to come and see it for myself.  I’ve even brought my own black seamed stockings and garter belt which I understand is the de rigueur uniform?”  Jennifer pecked him on the cheek as she passed him carrying two cooler bags “Is the kitchen through here?”  James was a little bemused but nodded.  Cathy sidled up to him, “It’s alright we aren’t going to bite you just sit back and enjoy.  Jennifer likes cooking so she made us a casserole and an apple pie for lunch.”

 Jennifer took the first turn on the Sybian whilst Cathy curled up on James’s lap.  “My God Cathy its everything you said it was and more.”  Was her initial reaction and after twenty minutes she made way for Cathy and was cuddled on James’s lap as she recovered.

 Then the two girls guided James onto the bed and proceeded to show he just how effectively two girls could use their mouths and tongues on one penis at the same time.   James was practically at the point of ejaculating when Cathy’s cell phone rang.  “Sorry.”  She murmured but the moment was lost and James mentally thought about introducing a rule about all cell phones being turned off in the house except his.  “Emily should be here in five so I’d better go down and let her in.  Think you can keep yourselves quiet and occupied for a few minutes whilst I sort her out.”  Announced Cathy, James was beginning to feel as if he’d lost the thread somewhere.  “Who is Emily and what is happening here?”  “Hush Emily will explain all to you in time.  Did I mention I’d stocked up on the pill before getting laid off so if you’d just like to step over to the bed we can do it terribly slowly and thus be terribly quiet.  Just hush now and slip quietly inside.”  Jennifer led James over to the bed and undressed him before lying back on the bed and inviting him into her open arms.  “Now as long as you don’t make a noise and spoil everything you can do whatever you want to with me.”  She wiggled a little guiding his rod into herself and then caressed his back gently with a self satisfied sigh.  “Comfy?”  James nodded and they moved against each other with tiny delicate movements.

 Cathy scooped up James’s silk dressing gown before closing the door and stepping quickly down the stairs.  She took a position by the front window until she saw Emily on her bike rolling up to the front door. 

 James lay quietly on the bed and listened to Emily’s voice drifting up the stairs.  “So I’m here, what’s all the mystery?  You do realise I missed playing golf this afternoon to come.  By the way how’s Carl?  My dad just sits there doing nothing, last week he suddenly grabbed a pad of paper and started scribbling away and then put it aside saying what’s the use, two months was all we needed to finish it.  It’s just so awful.  I mean living with mom and dad is OK but I was really hoping to move out before he got laid off but I can’t afford to.  I mean how could they do that, just take his whole life away like that?”

 He heard them coming up the stairs and enter the bedroom next door.  “Wow fancy dress!  Now I know I trust you and everything but just reassure me that no one is going to film me and put me on the internet or I’m going to walk into a room full of guys dressed like this and be served as the dessert to a football game?”  He heard reassuring noises, than rustling as if clothing was being removed and replaced.  “Wow this stuff is really neat, great for a Halloween party, do I get to keep it?  It’s sort of cartoonish, who was that guy, Ronald Searle?  You know the guy that invented the cartoon girl’s school where the girls were really wicked.  I mean fancy wearing a short skirt like this over black stockings that shows three inches of thigh above the stocking tops?  I mean I can think of a couple of guys I’d like to try it on, not in public you understand not with the thinness of this white blouse.  A tie as well, can you help me tie it?  I’ve never worn one before.  St. Trinian’s, that was the name of the school, there was this great film recently.”  James wondered if Emily ever stopped talking.

 “A blindfold as well?  OK sort of ish.”  The door opened and Cathy guided the tall long haired blonde teenager into the room.  Jennifer watched as James’s pupils dilated at the sight of her and felt his sperm release inside her.  She mischievously whispered in his ear, “Um Cathy and I thought the sight of her would make an impact on you.”  She laid a finger across his lips as he looked as if he might say something.

 “Now here’s the surprise, I want you to sit astride this sex machine and impale yourself on it.  I’ve put plenty of lubricant on it.”  “Oh my god a sex machine Oh well why not.  I probably should take off my panties first.”  Cathy took the proffered panties off her and guided her onto the Sybian.  Emily took hold of the protruding plastic artificial penis and gently lowered herself onto it.  “Do they come in different sizes?  How do you switch it on or do I have to do it manually by humping myself up and down?”  She asked, “Two controls, try turning the dials and see what suits you and yes there are bigger ones, longer ones and smaller ones so you can try them all out later.  Just relax and try the medium one.”  “Oh my God it’s rotating inside me, and the other one sort of buzzes.”  James just stared at her entranced as she changed colour before his eyes.  She blushed, and seemed to grow rather warm.  “I think I’ll take the tie off, it seems rather warm today.”  The tie was soon followed by the thin blouse.  She was very flushed on her chest.  Then she unhooked her bra and massaged her breasts keeping them covered up at first gradually as she became more aroused her hands slipped away to concentrate on tweaking her nipples.

“My that was fun, but you sort of miss the warm body to hold you and hug you.”  She panted breathlessly,  “Your wish is my command Oh Mistress.” Jennifer guided James to the armchair as Cathy guided the exhausted Emily on to his lap.  “This is better.  Oh My God I’m blindfolded, half naked and sitting in some strange guy’s lap.”  Emily said with a start.  Cathy reached over and undid the blindfold.  “Perhaps I’d better introduce you.  Emily this is James Rosendale no as you can see he isn’t strange at all.”  Emily peered at James “You smell nice but why am I sitting on your lap?”  “Interesting question I was told that you would explain everything to me.”  They both looked towards Cathy.  “Oh well I’d better give Emily a bit of background hadn’t I?  James took over his grandfather’s business about ten years ago on leaving college.  From what I can make out it wasn’t doing very well but over the next eight years, working terrible hours according to Maria the receptionist, he turned it round and then sold 90% of it to a leveraged buyout and put the money on deposit.  So when the stock market plunged he wasn’t affected.  Six months ago he brought up the assets from the bankrupt buyers for 10% of what he had sold them for.”  James shrugged, “It was a very generous offer for the company when I sold it the banks were very keen to lend money.  When the assets came up for sale again the market price had fallen, there weren’t so many buyers.”  “Not only that but a patent he’d first applied for seven years ago finally was approved and the company is currently making almost as much in royalties as it is from its other business.”

 “So he’s sort of stinking rich?”  asked Emily, James however disclaimed over this “Not stinking rich but not broke either.”  “So what am I explaining to him?”  “Well I have a number of documents I’d like him to sign.  The first is a letter of offer for your dad to become a warehouse charge hand, the second is one for Jennifer’s husband Joshua to become a warehouse clerk.  Then another to authorise the purchase of 2408 Queen St. complete with all contents for $250,000 for their warehouse.”  “But that’s dad’s old lab address, how did you get it so cheap?”  “Well yesterday I slipped out of the office down to Sloans, Sloans and Sloans, they’re the lawyers handling the bankruptcy.  I got slipped into my white lacy set and blue skirt in their washroom first and added a bit of perfume, then did my airhead act.  I asked them who I should see about buying or renting a ground floor lab that had parking.”  “You mean the short pleated wrap-over one?”  asked Jennifer knowingly.  Cathy nodded then continued.  “I spoke to a young man who told me the only remaining Mr. Sloan was away until tomorrow afternoon but in the mean time he was in charge.”  “Poor lamb.”  Whispered Jennifer drawing closer to hear all the details.  “I bet you led him on, puffed him up a little?” 

Cathy blushed, “Well only a little.  He didn’t need much after all, a bit of flattery to start and after I accidentally brushed against him a couple of times, the second time with my boobs he was like putty in my hands.  He was more interested in looking down my blouse than anything else.  We looked through the files together with my thigh just brushing his from time to time.  He dismissed 2408 by saying it was full of junk so I wouldn’t be interested in it.  When I asked him if that included a computer or two he said he thought it did.  So I said I thought they might be useful rather than having to buy new ones and offered to save him the effort of getting rid of the junk.  I offered $250,000 including all contents.  Then I saw the patent things in the file as well so said they looked perfect framed on my new apartment’s wall.  They’d add an air of distinction.  By that time he’d practically throw in anything at all.”  Jennifer looked thoughtful, “You wouldn’t have been holding anything in your hand whilst he was making these decisions were you?”  Cathy shrugged “Well the blood can’t be in two places at once can it.  Besides he was giving me so much attention he deserved a hand job at least.”  Jennifer burst into laughter.  “What happens when Mr. Sloan arrives back tomorrow afternoon?”  “Well that’s why you and I have to get there tomorrow morning with a Banker’s draft.  I’ll need a chaperone, but the offer and acceptance are all in writing and good until 12 noon tomorrow.”  Emily and Jennifer rolled their eyes. 

 Emily moved slightly and kissed James on the lips lightly at first then the kiss deepened.   When the kiss ended she asked “But what about Carl?”  “Oh he’s already been offered a job as a warehouse clerk.”  “You’re putting the team back together again, great!”  “The next one is a letter of offer for Jennifer to work at his home office, general office assistant, we thought Saturday through Wednesday, sort of with could work together on Monday and Wednesday.”  She looked significantly at James “and James knows just how well we work together, Tuesday she could run the vacuum cleaner around, and the weekend she could perhaps prepare a meal or two.”

 Emily suddenly looked shocked “Oh my God you’re both going to commit adultery aren’t you? No you have already!”  “What wouldn’t you do to get your dad back to normal?  Do you think Jennifer and I would do any less for Carl and Joshua?”  “I suppose not.  Cathy, knowing you you’ve got two copies of each of those letters of offer in case you drop coffee on them or something?  Could you put my name on one?”  “But what about your college work?”  “Well I could do the night shift but do you really think I can do a better job than you two in coaxing James into signing all these?” She asked in a puzzled voice.  “Oh I think you’ll manage fine, one look at you when you came in the room was enough to make him ejaculate.”  James felt her go suddenly shy in his lap and peep up at him “Really?  How do you know?”  “I felt his release inside me.”  James looked significantly at Jennifer “Oh my God.”  “You don’t have to bed me to sign all this you know.”  He said gently to her.  “Yes but it’s not every day a girl gets paid a compliment like that and they say actions speak louder than words.  You smell nice and your kisses are nice too besides I want to try your bed out to see if it’s comfortable.”  “Even though I’m older than you?” “Well you’re only just thirty and if I knock off a year for every million dollars you have I don’t think you’re too old at all.  Time for bed said Zebedee.” she said pertly.

 She led him by the hand and made him lie on his front and moved her head over his back so her long hair brushed over him as she started  massaging his back just to relax him as she put it.  When he rolled over she knelt astride his hips and guided him inside.  “I suppose I could ask for 10%” she mused.  “10% of what?”  asked James suspiciously “Oh whatever the project is finally worth, 10% each for me, Cathy and Jennifer.”  James looked doubtful, then his facial expression changed to one of bliss.  “Did I find the right set of muscles to squeeze down with?”  Emily asked innocently.  “Yes and I suppose yes to your 10%s.  Think you can find that set of muscles again?”  He asked “Could you add in a bit about uniforms?”  piped up Jennifer.  “Uniforms?”  “You haven’t seen Cathy’s uniforms then?  A dozen outfits from Geneviève’s plus a dozen nightdresses.”  “You mean Geneviève as in the boutique that Heather brought her heavenly evening gown from?”  Emily replied in awe, then turned to James, “Do we all get uniforms from Geneviève, could we go there once you’ve come?  Jennifer could you come and assist by stoking his shoulders for me?  Perhaps if I rake his back with my fingernails and find the right set of muscles to squeeze again.”  James found himself climaxing once again.  Afterwards he felt drained but Cathy and Jennifer were soon helping him to get dressed.  “Now a nice quick lunch with apple pie to get you in a receptive mood followed by a rest in the bridal suite with Chantal getting you a coffee and you’ll recover in no time.  Next time I’ll get her to take her time so you enjoy it for longer.”  Murmured Cathy as she straightened his tie then gave him a kiss on the cheek.

 “Back so soon?” enquired Geneviève as they walked in the door.  James shrugged his shoulders “I’ve just hired two more staff and they seemed to think this was the only place for their uniforms.  So a dozen each do you think?”  He questioned.  “Chantal, coffee and a slice of cake for Monsieur in the bridal room.”  She looked at the hungry expectant faces of the girls and added “and perhaps another three coffees and cakes would not go amiss.”