Expanding Business

The new product line of sensual ointments and candles was being received enthusiastically. Elliott knew he needed a strong lady to help keep the office organized and to get involved with helping him brainstorm for new products. Should he call the position chief operating officer, new product director, or stay conservative and just say office manager for now. He wanted a strong woman who would not have a problem giving orders, yet sensible enough to understand the type of business he was in required creativity, listening, and sometimes dealing with a bit of the less sophisticated parts of he business. But most of all, he wanted someone of high caliber....who could get into his mind...challenge him....to help make the business crazy successful.

He posted his classified online...simply...."need a strong, passionate business woman to help me grow my business"

Vera Diaz had been the head of sales in this well known pharmaceutical company at a comparatively young age. She was yet to reach thirty but possesed a personality of her own that was very often misinterpreted as being arrogant, pushy and demanding. But, these very traits made her stand out and she had quickly ascended the rungs of success. However, her persistent drive towards higher goals and adopting sometimes questionable means to achieve it, did not always go well with those who mattered. Being intelligent, she could read the writing on the wall and was, quite naturally, seekiing opportunities elsewhere.

That Sunday morning, sipping coffee in her posh apartment where she stayed alone, something caught her eye as she surfed through the classifieds on her laptop. She couldn’t miss that line, almost staring at her, just a single line that read…”need a strong, passionate business woman to help grow my business.”

She pondered over the requirement for a while, taking in another sip of the coffee, sugar free ofcourse, for it helped her maintain her slim but curvaceous frame. Her hands were already on the keys again as she shot off a reply that, in the end, read…..”my aim is to take us to those levels which would classify our organisation as the benchmark in this line of business in terms of efficieny, quality and growth.”

She was confident of herself, of what she could achieve and had meant every word that she had typed in. She pressed the ‘send’ button, finished her coffee and picked up her cell. She had an important call to make to the CEO in connection with the latest product.

Fivorced , broke, and about a week from being evicted from her apartment, Lyla moved from the small town she had lived in her whole life to a city in another state. She arrived in town as here car ran it if gas.

She needed a job and she needed it now. She went into a fast food restaurant to apply for a job judpst o have some income. As she waited for the 13 Year old walking zit who was the person she needed to beg for a job, she opened the local newspaper. She idly scanned the want ads when one caught her eye.

With an MBA from Wharton, and 10 yeas as marketing director of a mail order business, she felt this job was made for her. When zit go finally approached her she smiled "Sorry sir, I have another appointment, can I come back later?" Before zit oy could respond she was in her car using here GPS to find the address listed in the ad.

Fortunately it was only a few blocks away, so she walked to the building. She entered the office and no one was in the immediate area. She saw a full length ,mirror on a wall off to the side. She stepped closer to it and began to fix her hair. As she brushed her hair, she looked herself over. 5'8" with curves like a mountain road, shoulder length blond hair green sparkling eyes no wrinkles yet... overall not bad for someone about to turn 39, she thought to herself.

She was also pleased with her outfit. A smart tan business suit, white blouse, skirt a it shorter than what a professional would recommend but she really liked to shown off her legs. They were her best feature. Long lean and supple. Professional dancers wished for legs like hers. When encased in black stockings they were fabulous. Finished with her hair,she called out "hello, is anyone here"

Elliott looked down the corridor from his office to the small lobby area. He was burning a new cinnamon cranberry candle and looking over some ideas for packaging his sensual oil line. The office was pretty quiet.

He brushed back his sandy hair and fixed his blue eyes on his visitor. He smiled as his eyes roamed over his guest, especially trailing up and down her legs. He extended his hand and said,
" Hi,I'm Elliott. How may help you today?"

Lyla, took Elliot's hand and shook it. It was warm and strong. It wasn't o early calloused but it felt like a mans hand, not some girly man like too ma y of the metrosexuals who populate modern offices. These hands have known hard labor.

"I'm Lyla James. I'm here about the job you advertised." Looking around Lyla liked what she saw, it was a small operation but everything was neat and clean, and the merchandise was well organized and not a huge amount of inventory. It looked like a well run business with lots of potential. "I'm a hard worker, learn fast and have an MBA from Wharton and lots of experience with mail order and internet sales and marketing. When would you life,e me to start?"

She looked into Elliot's eyes and smiled. That is of course unless you want to bed me...uh er I meant vette me first" Lyla blushed at her Freudian slip with her potential boss.

Elliott could not get over the extreme confidence .... thinking she might just be the tiger he needs to get this place to the next level. His eyes roamed over her smartly dressed body,,,,taking in the contours and curves that highlighted Lyla's sexuality.

Let me give you a little tour. See if there are any areas where you can make an immediate difference. He had noticed her blush...and actually found it soothing that she could be fallible.....but the sexual innuendo still resonated. Elliott let it pass, not wanting to say something he might later regret.

The tropical fragrances with overt sexual poses....."open up the beauty within"...what a tag line as the model figure bared her legs wide under a sheer white dress. Then a new item not yet released, cock rings in both leather and stainless steel. A growing trend, he remarked casually to Lyla, among both gays and straights. "Ever see a man wearing a ring?" Elliott was curious....and it was something he himself enjoyed; his eyes grew a bit lusty thinking of his big cockhead edging....

"This one time...at band camp..." She said quoting a popular movie to avoid discussing something that personal with a man she had just met.

"If you're asking if I have a problem with sexually oriented products and discussing them with co-workers or clients, the answer is no. A product is a product, a sale is a sale. As long as the compensation is adequate for the workload, I'm fine with it."

She looks around and said, 'Right off the bat I see three things that need to be changed. First you need to get some shelves in here to get your products organized. Two you need to hire a dedicated shipping clerk to pick and pack orders. The more time we spend doing menial labor, the less time we have to build the business. Third, you have to show me to my office so I can get settled in so I can start work tomorrow." She held out her hand to finalize the agreement.