Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2001 10:19:23 -0000
From: Ann Douglas <ann_douglas@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Arrangement - 2

	The Arrangement
	 by Ann Douglas
        (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part Two

	"No, I don't think so."  Victoria said as
she couldn't help but smile.  "At least not in this
politically correct age."
	The older woman let Pamela think about
the question a little longer, just to see if she came
up with any more serious suggestions.  Three long
minutes later, none had been forthcoming.
	"Can we talk frankly, Pamela, I can call
you Pamela can't I?"  Victoria asked.
	"Of course."  Pamela Jean quickly
responded to both questions.
	"Good."  Victoria smiled.  "Well since we
are talking frankly, tell me, were you happy being
Paul Ryan's slut?  I'm not being judgmental in
calling you that, but that is how most people in
this office saw you."
	It was funny but in all the months she had
Paul had been doing it, she never really asked
herself that question.  She had just taken it for
granted that was the way for her to get ahead, just
as it had been a way for her to get through school.
	"I guess in some ways I was, and some
ways not so much."  she finally responded.  "I
mean he sex wasn't always that great, but
sometimes it was exciting trying new things or
letting him be in control."
	"Trying new things and letting him be in
control,"  Victoria repeated as if she wanted to
make sure she had heard Pamela correctly.
"Excellent."
	The statement confused Pamela but before
she could seek clarification, Victoria had already
gone on.
	"You know, I really don't hold it against
you for using your sexual assets to try and get a
leg up, so to speak." she said. "That has been
going on since the day Eve offered Adam the
apple.  What I am disappointed with is that you
didn't make the most of any advantage you might
have gained.  Instead of learning that skills that
might actually have eventually qualified you for
that Account Manager's position, you settled for
shiny baubles like some primitive tribeswoman."
	Pamela had never really thought about it
like that.  Victoria was right, she had wasted her
opportunities.  What hadn't she seen that?
	"Because I'm an idiot."  Pamela silently
concluded.

	"You know,"  Victoria said as she changed
the subject.  At least Pam thought she was
changing the subject.  "Since I'm now going to be
running two departments, I'm entitled to a second
Secretarial Assistant."
	That statement immediately caught
Pamela' attention.
	"You'd want me to be your assistant?"
she asked incredibly.
	"Perhaps ..."  Victoria replied.
	"But we've already established that I'm
not good at much of anything business related."
Pamela said realistically.
	"Perhaps you just need a second chance to
make the most of your opportunities."  answered
Victoria, a strange look in her eyes.
	"I'm afraid I don't understand."  Pamela
said.
	"It's said, people should do what they do
best."  Victoria said.  "And then take it from
there."
	"But all I've ever been good at was ..."
Pamela Jean started to say, then thought she
realized where this conversation was going.
"What I joked about before, you want me to be
some kind of corporate whore?  Someone to sleep
with clients and such?"
	"Would you do something like that?"
Victoria asked out of curiosity.
	"I ... I'm not sure."  she replied.
	"It was just a question."  Victoria said.
"Since you brought it up.  Corporate whore isn't
what I was suggesting."
	"Then what?"
	"If you could start all over with Paul, what
would you do differently."  Victoria asked as she
stepped closer to Pamela.
	"I guess what you said earlier.  Make sure
that this time I would get something more out of
the relationship.  Something more important than
just a few trinkets."
	"Very good."  the brunette smiled as she
stopped just in front of the blond.  "You've just
shown that you can learn when you have the
chance.  Sometimes all a girl needs its a little
guidance. Maybe a firm hand once in a while."

	"Tell me, Pamela ..."  Victoria asked as
she reached up and stoked the younger woman's
cheek.  "Have you ever had another woman as a
lover?"
	Pamela too her time in answering.  In
college and a few times after, the opportunity to
be with a woman had presented itself but she had
never really been curious enough to try it.  Several
times during her affair with Paul, if that was what
you could call it, the older man had suggested that
they try a three way with another girl.
	 Of course he wanted Pam to come up
with the other girl as well, someone as young and
endowed as she was.  Everytime he brought it up
again, she always put her off saying that she
couldn't find a girl she felt comfortable enough
with to try.  The last time Paul had asked, he said
that he would pay for a professional escort if she
couldn't convince a friend.  She had told him she
would have to think about that.
	"No, I haven't" she finally replied.
	"Have you ever wanted to?"  Victoria
asked as she brought her hand down and placed
her fingers on the exposed top of Pamela Jean's
breasts.
	The sudden flesh to flesh contact made the
younger woman suddenly gasp.
	"Before you answer,"  Victoria said.  "Let
me say a few things first.  As I'm quite sure that
you've already guessed, I'm a lesbian.  Now that's
not exactly a secret to most of the management
team here at Triple D.  While I don't have a sign
on my desk that says lesbian, I don't make any
effort to hide it either.  It's just who I am.  When
you get to my level, a firm is much more
interested in what you deliver on a business level
than who shares the other side of your bed."
	Actually, until five minutes ago, Pamela
hadn't figured out that Victoria was gay.  She
always thought that she was a bitch, but never a
dyke.
	"I'm also sure you've figured that I find
you very desirable." she went on.  "I confess that
I've always had a weakness for beautiful young
women.  Especially if they have, what shall I call
it, a bit of the slut in them."
	Pamela had to admit to herself, that
certainly described her.  She was also very aware
that Victoria's hand had again moved lower and
her fingers were now pressed against Pamela's
nipple.  A nipple, Pam was surprised to discover,
that had grown hard at her touch.
	"I want to be quite clear at what I'm
proposing here.  What I'm talking about here is an
arrangement.  One similar to that you had with
Paul Ryan, but one that I can promise would be
much more beneficial to you.  You will give me
what I need, and I will see to it that you get what
you so desperately need.  You will also work, and
I promise you my dear, you will work hard.  This
is not going to be a free ride.  You will learn the
skills you need to succeed.  And along the way,
you might discover other things about yourself as
well.  Things you might never have considered
before."

	When Victoria finally finished, Pamela's
head was spinning.  It was a lot to take in at once.
In just an hour, the world she had built up for
herself over the past year had been swept away.  It
was too much for her to sort out right now.
	The new Vice-President of Sales realized
this as she stopped stroking Pamela's breasts
through her dress and took a step back.  She
picked up a pad from the desk and quickly wrote
something on it.  Ripping the page off the pad, she
used a paperclip to attach a business card to the
paper as well.  Then reached out and offered both
to Pamela.

	"On the paper is the address of my
apartment uptown,"  Victoria said as Pam took
the offered paper.  "I want you to take a few days
off to sort this all out in your head.  If you decide
that you want to take me up on my offer, be there
Friday night at eight o'clock.  Wear something
appropriate."
	Pamela looked at the address and though it
was in a pretty exclusive part of town.  Then she
took a look at the business card that was also
attached to the note.
	"That card,"  Victoria explained, "Belongs
to a friend of mine named Blair Scott.  She and I
belong to a sort of businesswoman's society. She
also is head of personal for McMurphy Industries.
If you decide my offer isn't for you, give her a call
on Monday morning.  I'll talk to her before then
and I'm sure she'll be able to find something for
you in the way of employment.  It might not be
what you have gotten used to over the last year,
but it'll be a place to start over."

	Pamela was to say the very least, stunned.
She stared at the paper and card, which she held in
separate hands. One minute, Victoria was doing
her best to seduce her, then the next she tells her
to go home and take the rest of the week to think
about it.  Oh and by the way, just in case you want
to tell me to fuck off, here's the card for someone
who will give you a new job.
	"If this was Paul standing here right now,"
Pamela thought as the scattered thoughts in her
head crashed against each other.  "I'd be on my
knees by now, sucking his cock at the least."

	"Well as you said a little while ago,"
Victoria said as she went back behind her desk. "I
am going to be quite busy today so I'd better get
started.  Please ask Jacqueline to come in on your
way out."
	With that, Victoria picked up a new pile of
papers from her desk and began to read them.
She didn't seem to notice as Pamela backed out of
the office.  In fact, few people took notice of
Pamela as she quietly left the office for the rest of
the week.

	"What do you think, Jacqueline?"  Victoria
said as she handed the older woman the papers
she had just signed.  Will she or won't she?"
	"I really don't know."  she said as she
smiled at her new boss.  "And I have to say again,
I really don't understand why you'd ever want to
bother with trash like that.  You know I never
held it against Mr. Ryan for having a little fling on
the side. I've met his wife and a nasty bitch I never
want to meet.  What and now you see in that girl
is beyond me."
	Victoria looked up into the older woman's
eyes and smiled.  A smile both warm and full of
familiarity.
	"Maybe a little of the same thing you saw
in me when I first started here."  Victoria laughed.
"Remember what you said to me the first time you
took me home.  That I was brilliant but still very
undisciplined.  You changed that, didn't you?"
	"I guess that I did."  Jacqueline mused as
she thought back of the torrid affair they had back
when she was thirty-two and Victoria fresh out of
college.
	"Be sure to give Christine my love,:
Victoria said as Jacqueline started to leave her to
the pile of work on her desk.  "Tell her I always
envy her, spending the last twenty years with
you."
	"Liar,"  the older woman laughed before
exiting through the door.  "We both know long
term relationships were never your style.  You're
too attracted to cute young things."
	"I guess you do know me too well."
Victoria said as the door closed behind Jacqueline.

	Victoria paused from her labors and
remembered how soft Pamela's breast had felt
beneath her fingers.  It was a memory she carried
with her long after she went back to work.

*	*	*	*	*	*	*

	Pamela couldn't believe how fast the next
four days sped by.  It seemed like she went to bed
Monday night and woke up Friday morning.  Or
more precisely Friday afternoon as the day was
more than half over before she crawled out of bed.
Victoria's deadline was less than eight hours away
and she still wasn't sure what she wanted to do.
	One thing she was sure of.  The job at
McMurphy Industries was real enough.  She'd
called Blair Scott on Wednesday and scheduled an
interview for Monday morning.  Ms. Scott had
assured her that the interview was just a formality
as there was no chance she was going to let slip
the chance to do a favor for her friend Victoria. It
was just a matter of finding out where she would
best fit in the McMurphy family she had said.
	Just in case, Pamela went out and got her
hair done.  It was short notice but the girl at the
mail said they could fit her in about three thirty.
She was so pleased with the haircut, she gave the
girl a more than generous tip.
	She had a quick bite to eat at the food
court, giving in to her weakness for junk food.
Biting into the cheeseburger, she knew she would
be paying for this on the treadmill tomorrow. That
was, of course if she didn't find some alternate
exercise before then.
	The tall blond really wasn't paying much
attention to the store's she passed, until something
totally new caught her eye.
	"This wasn't here the last time I was in the
mall."  Pamela thought as she looked at all the
displays in the windows.  "If this isn't fate, I don't
know what is. I should at least check it out."  she
added as she stepped inside the small shop.
	Given her lifestyle, she found it funny that
this was the first time she had ever been in a
Victoria's Secret boutique.  Pam walked around
the store, taking stock of all the wonderful lingerie
that had to offer.  A pretty redheaded saleswoman
in her early thirties offered to help, but Pamela
said she was just looking.
	She was just about to leave when she
spotting a scrumptious bra and panty combo.
Immediately she knew she wasn't going to leave
the store without it.
	"We have that in a wide assortment of
colors."  the saleswoman said, having come back
over when she saw Pamela's interest.  "What
color are you looking for?"
	"I wonder what Victoria's favorite color
is."  Pamela mused without thinking about what
she was saying.
	A moment later it hit her.  She realized
that even though she hadn't realized it, she had
already made up her mind.  Come eight-thirty, she
would be standing at Victoria's door.
	"Is there a particular color you're looking
for?"  the saleswoman repeated.
	"Oh,"  Pamela said, snapping back to
reality.  "I really hadn't thought about it."
	"With your hair color and skin, I think the
emerald green would look lovely on you."  the
saleswoman suggested.
	Pam looked at the small plastic wrapped
package the saleswoman had taken from under the
display case. She suddenly remembered Victoria
wearing a dress that color at last year's Christmas
party.  Strange how something like that sticks in
your mind.
	"These will be fine,"  Pamela Jean said.
"I'll take them.  I'm planning to wear them
tonight.  Is there a place I could try them on.  I'd
like to see how they look."
	"I'm afraid that's against store policy
when it comes to panties.  Especially ones so
delicate"  the woman said. "I'm sure you
understand."
	"I'll pay for them first."  Pamela said.
	"Oh in that case I'm sure it would be
okay." came the response.
	Pamela was quite surprised when the
saleswoman followed her into the changing room.
The store was practically empty since it was
closing time, and she said she just wanted to see if
Pam wanted any help.
	The twenty-four year old quickly stripped
off her dress and bra.  She was just pulling down
her panties were all wet, and so was her pussy.
	"This is embarrassing."  Pamela said as the
older woman saw the stains.
	"Don't worry about it,"  the woman whose
name Pam now learned was Eleanor.  "We're all
big girls here, but we can still get a little excited.
Tonight must be very special."
	Eleanor disappeared into the small
washroom next store and reappeared a moment
later with a small washroom and towel.  With a
professional detachment equivalent to a doctor or
nurse, she quickly washed and dried Pamela's
mound.  Even so, her brief touch was enough to
send a small quiver throughout her pussy.
	Now ready to try the outfit on, Pam did
so.  Looking in the mirror, she took note of the
way the open bra pushed up her large globes, even
displaying the top hemisphere of her nipples.  The
panties, what there were of them, were so sheer
that you could see her blond bush right through
them.
	"Oh my, this is not going to do at all."
Eleanor noted with dissatisfaction as she brushed
a fingernail across the edges of hair that protruded
from beneath the soft material.  "If I may?"  she
asked the half-naked girl.
	Pamela nodded her assent when she saw
the small pair of barber's shears in the woman's
hand.  Again with a professional skill, she trimmed
away the excess hair.
	"That's perfect."  she said as she took a
small step back to admire her handiwork.
	"I really appreciated that."  Pamela said,
promising herself that she would come back here
again and buy some more from this helpful
woman.
	"I almost envy the lucky young man
you're doing all this for."  Eleanor said.
	After Pamela took off the outfit and
handed it to the saleswoman, she realized that
instead of taking the outfit outside to the register
to ring up the sale, Eleanor was still standing there
watching her dress.  In fact, she seemed to have a
very curious interest in her naked body.
	"Excuse me."  Pamela said.
	"Oh I'm sorry." Eleanor said.  "I have to
apologize.  You have a really beautiful body and I
couldn't help but stare.  You'd be surprised at
some of the women who come in here and then
can't understand why they don't look like the
models when they try on lingerie.  I can honestly
say, you don't have that problem.  But again, I do
apologize."
	Eleanor started out the door when Pam
asked her a question.
	"Eleanor, have you ever been with a
woman?'
	As soon as the words had left her lips,
Pamela was asking herself how she could've asked
such a question of a total stranger.  Especially
when she saw the wedding band on her hand.
Immediately, it was her turn to apologize.
	"I guess I had that coming, the way I was
staring at you."  she said.  "But to give you an
honest answer, yes I have."
	Pamela was really surprised by her candor,
but not so much that she didn't venture to ask a
second question.
	"Would you mind if I asked if you enjoyed
it and would you do it again."
	Eleanor now realized why Pam was asking
the question, and whom she had bought the
lingerie for.  She didn't hesitate a heartbeat before
giving an answer.
	"Yes, and most certainly yes."  she said.

	Pam paid for her purchase and was leaving
the store when the saleswoman caught up to her.
	"I just wanted to say have fun tonight."
she said in a quiet voice so that the security guard
by the door couldn't hear her, then added even
lower.  "I put my phone number on the back of
the receipt, in case you're ever interested."
	Pam just returned her smile and walked
out into the now closing mall.  Her life was
certainly taking some unusual turns this week.


	At seven-forty five, Pamela's cab pulled up
in front of the tall apartment building Victoria
lived in.  Looking upward into the night sky, she
almost got dizzy trying to count up the balconies
to the twenty-sixth floor where her new boss
lived.  She was light-headed enough, she decided,
without adding to it.
	"Good evening, Miss"  the tall, fiftyish
man in the doorman's uniform said as he tipped
his hat. "May I help you this evening?"
	"I'm going up to 26C, I mean I'm here to
see Victoria Baxter."  she said a little nervously.
	"And your name please."  he asked.
	"Pamela Armstrong."  she said
automatically.
	The doorman consulted a clipboard he
picked up from a small desk and smiled.
	"Go right on up, Miss Armstrong, you're
expected."  he said.
	The gray haired gentleman opened the
door for her and stood back to let her pass.
	"Have a good evening, Miss."  he said.
	"I certainly hope so."  she thought as she
smiled back.

	The elevator doors opened and Pamela
stepped out onto the twenty-sixth floor.  Looking
down the hall, she realized there were only four
apartments on the floor.
	"These apartment must be enormous."  she
thought, trying to keep her mind on anything but
what she was about to do.
	26C was at the end of the hall.  Pamela
looked down at the white dress she as chosen for
the evening, checking it one last time.  It was the
best outfit she owned.  It hugged her body tight,
showing off every curve.  There was so much
cleavage showing as to be almost indecent.
	She took a deep breath, then pressed the
doorbell.  A music selection filled the air from
inside the apartment.

	Soft footsteps could be heard behind the
double doors.  As one of them started to open,
Pamela was surprised not to find Victoria behind
it.  Instead there stood a young Asian woman
about five four.  Twenty-one with dark brown hair
and eyes, the pretty girl wore only the slightest of
makeup, just a little lipstick.  A small gold chain
with a cross at the end hung between her breasts,
the braless valley of which were very visible
beneath the half open blouse she was wearing.
	"Excuse me, I think I might have the
wrong apartment."  Pamela Jean said as she
looked back at the doorbell to check the number.
"I'm looking for Victoria Baxter."
	The pretty girl turned half around, jingling
the jade bracelet she wore.  She called out in a
strong but lyrical voice.
	"Vickie, there's someone here to see you."
	The blond was surprised to hear the girl
use the diminutive of Victoria's name. Somehow,
she could never imagine he as a Vickie.
	"Please come in."  the girl said.  "My
name's Kim."
	Pamela's first reaction once she stepped
inside was that the apartment was even bigger
than she imagined.  Just the living room off the
foyer seemed bigger than her whole apartment.
Knowing what she paid for that, she cringed when
she thought of what this place must cost.
	"Can I get you something?"  Kim said,
"Vickie should be out in a few minutes."
	"No thank you."  Pamela said, wondering
who the girl was. "I'm fine."
	"Well make yourself comfortable then."
Kim said as she looked down and noticed how
open her shirt was. Quickly she buttoned it up.
	As she fixed her blouse, Pam noticed a
small gold pin on it.  A pin she had many times
seen Victoria wear as well.  She wondered what it
was for.
	"Well I'm out of here."  Kim said as she
checked her appearance in the mirror in the foyer.
"Vickie, I'm going."  she called out.
	The response from one of the bedrooms
was in a language Pam didn't understand.  She
guessed it was something oriental since Kim
giggled when she heard it.  The young girl in turn
called back in what Pamela assumed was the same
language.
	"Well it was nice meeting you."  she said
to Pamela in English as she moved for the door,
trying hard not to giggle.
	And now Pamela was alone once more,
but now for long.

	"You don't know how happy I am that
you came here tonight."  Victoria said as she
emerged from the bedroom.
	The brunette was dressed in a royal blue
evening gown that Pam was sure cost more than
she made in a month at any job.  Around her neck
was a diamond pendent suspended on a gold
chain.  The size of which told the younger woman
that it must've cost even more than the dress.
	Victoria moved quickly across the room to
Pamela, giving her a big hug when she reached
her.  Before she could react to that, Pam felt
Victoria's lips pressing against her own.  They
were soft and pleasing, yet unyielding and forceful
at the same time.  For the briefest of moments, she
had felt Victoria's tongue in her mouth.
	"Wow!"  Pamela Jean exhaled as Victoria
let go of her.  "That was some hello."
	"I guess you didn't see the sign at the
door." Victoria laughed. "Abandon all inhibitions
ye who enter here."
	"No, I guess I missed that when your
friend let me in."  Pamela said, seeing a side of
Victoria she wouldn't have imagined before.
Maybe there was a Vickie in there somewhere
after all.  "She seemed to be having a little
problem with her top when she answered the
door."
	"Are we jealous already?"  Victoria
grinned as she walked over to the bar and poured
two glasses of champagne from a bottle already
on ice.  "I don't remember exclusivity being part
of our agreement.  Besides, she's just a friend of
mine who comes over in the afternoon's to use my
gym.  She was just running a little behind schedule
this evening, that's all."
	"You have your own gym?"  Pamela asked
as she took the offered glass, thinking it was no
wonder Victoria managed to keep in such good
shape.
	"Just a few pieces of exercise equipment,
thetas all."  she said as she took a sip from her
glass.  "It saves time, and time is money as they
say."

	Drink in hand, Victoria walked over to a
large oak entertainment center and turned on the
stereo.  Music appeared from speakers built into
the ceiling.  Pamela didn't recognize the tune but
it had a nice beat to it.
	"Dance for me."  Victoria said as she took
another taste of her champagne.
	"What?"  asked Pam who had just taken a
rather long drink of her own.
	"I want you to dance for me,"  Victoria
repeated as she sat on a tall stool by the bar.  "I
want you to move your body to the music.  I want
you to excite me, to entice me.