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Why did International Amalgamated have to be SUCH a difficult client to win over? My staff and I had bent over backwards to please them, had jumped through their every hoop, and STILL they were hesitant to sign on as clients of our advertising agency. We had probably given them close to $1 million in free services by now, and I was just about ready to just cuts cut our losses, to give up on EVER signing them on as a client.
But I knew if I could win them over, this would be a career maker for me. They would bring $90 million a year of advertising contracts into our little $5 million a year ad agency, and I would be the company's hero, winning a big fat promotion and an incredible raise with LOTS of perks. But I was running out of ideas on how to win their business over to us. And I was getting terribly stressed about it!
Poor Lydia. She's my office assistant--a lot more to me than just a secretary, she's my right arm to me. I will DEFINITELY take her with me if and when I get promoted! I depend on her for so much. She could see how stressed-out I was getting, and never one to pull any punches, she told me so right to my face.
"Pat, you need to RELAX, girl. You're always so uptight! Don't you EVER let your hair down?"
"It's hard to relax when Intternational Amalgamated keeps playing these god-damned GAMES with us!" I snapped. I instantly felt bad for biting her head off, she'd done nothing to deserve my wrath.
"No, really, don't you ever let your HAIR down? I mean that quite literally!"
Lydia playfully, mischievously pulled on the hair pin keeping my long dark hair bunched up in a bun atop my head.
"And those glasses. SO nerdy!" she tenderly took my glasses off of my face, and I instinctively rubbed my tired eyes.
"How can I help you RELAX, boss?"
Lydia is bisexual, and so am I. Was I imagining it, or was she coming on to me now? But I had told her before, I'm her boss and she's my assistant, and as beautiful and sexy as she is, I can't and won't cross that line to become her lover. I'd told her that, she knew that. So why this come on? Or in my stressed-out condition, was I just imagining it? I hadnt made sweet passionate love to a woman...or to a man for that matter...in SUCH a long time, maybe my needs and longings were making me read more into Lydia's words and actions than was actually there.
"I wish I COULD relax, Lydia! Relax right into the arms of a strong, handsome, muscular man. A man who'll fuck all the stress right OUT of me with his nice big hard cock. Mmmm, I dunno, say maybe about 8 inches worth? Do you know ANYONE like that Lydia? Can you arrange to help me relax like THAT? I sure could USE a sweet loving fuck from a big hard cock right about now, to help me relax and forget all about International Amalgamated. So how about it, Lydia? Know any hot hunks willing to FUCK all the tension and stress RIGHTout of your boss? You're my assistant, so can you ARRANGE something like that?"
Lydia laughed. "Can't help you there, boss! If I knew any hot hunks like you described, I'd for damned sure be keeping them for ME! But I do know of this great place where you can get the most WONDERFUL massage. It might not be as relaxing as really good hot fuck! But it just might help relieve some of your stress anyway, boss!"
She handed me a business card for a massage parlor--a legitimate one, not a gigolo service--and I decided to give them a call. The scretary at the massage parlor said her name was Debbie. She had a sweet sexy voice and I wondered if she was as beautiful and sexy as her voice suggested she was. "Will you be giving me that massage personally?" I asked hopefully, expectantly.
She laughed, perhaps guessing my bisexuality. "No, but you'll be in Ron's VERY capable hands. Believe me, he'll give you a massage you'll NEVER forget!" She punctuated her comment with a sexy little giggle, then told me to be there at 5:30 PM sharp.
I showed up at 5:30 on the dot. Debbie was more beautiful than I had even imagined from her sexy voice over the phone.
"Sorry, miss. We're closing!" she told me.
"But I made an appontment. Pat. For 5:30."
A panicked look overtook Debbie's sweet face. "Oh, hell, I forgot to tell Ron! He's getting ready to leave. Tell you what. Go in Massage Room 2 right over there, get undressed, lie face down, and put this towel over you. I'll get Ron and persuade him to stay late for one more client."
I did as I was told. I stripped off my navy blue jacket, my crisp white shirt, my black pumps, my navy blue skirt, and my "flesh tone" thigh-high stockings. I stripped off my lacy black bra and my tiny thong, which I always wear under my stuffy business clothes to remind myself that besides being a successful ad executive, I'm also a sexy and very sexual WOMAN!
I lay face down on the cold sheet of the massage bed, wearing only my glasses and the pin holding my hair up in a bun. I draped the towel Debbie had handed me, over my bare ass. The towel was too small to cover my long legs, or my bare back and shoulders. The towel was so small, it BARELY hid my butt!
I could hear every second or third word Debbie said to Ron, to try to persuade him to stay late and give me a massage. I waited, cold and impatient, for Ron to say yes and give me the massage I so deperately needed. I wanted him to agree and come in here and get started giving me that massage, to begin to relax the stress out of my aching body.
Just WAITING for my masssage was starting to stress me out all over again. What if he said no and went home? What would I do to relax THEN?
Damn, Ron, it's COLD in here! Hurry up and get IN here already!
Why did International Amalgamated have to be SUCH a difficult client to win over? My staff and I had bent over backwards to please them, had jumped through their every hoop, and STILL they were hesitant to sign on as clients of our advertising agency. We had probably given them close to $1 million in free services by now, and I was just about ready to just cuts cut our losses, to give up on EVER signing them on as a client.
But I knew if I could win them over, this would be a career maker for me. They would bring $90 million a year of advertising contracts into our little $5 million a year ad agency, and I would be the company's hero, winning a big fat promotion and an incredible raise with LOTS of perks. But I was running out of ideas on how to win their business over to us. And I was getting terribly stressed about it!
Poor Lydia. She's my office assistant--a lot more to me than just a secretary, she's my right arm to me. I will DEFINITELY take her with me if and when I get promoted! I depend on her for so much. She could see how stressed-out I was getting, and never one to pull any punches, she told me so right to my face.
"Pat, you need to RELAX, girl. You're always so uptight! Don't you EVER let your hair down?"
"It's hard to relax when Intternational Amalgamated keeps playing these god-damned GAMES with us!" I snapped. I instantly felt bad for biting her head off, she'd done nothing to deserve my wrath.
"No, really, don't you ever let your HAIR down? I mean that quite literally!"
Lydia playfully, mischievously pulled on the hair pin keeping my long dark hair bunched up in a bun atop my head.
"And those glasses. SO nerdy!" she tenderly took my glasses off of my face, and I instinctively rubbed my tired eyes.
"How can I help you RELAX, boss?"
Lydia is bisexual, and so am I. Was I imagining it, or was she coming on to me now? But I had told her before, I'm her boss and she's my assistant, and as beautiful and sexy as she is, I can't and won't cross that line to become her lover. I'd told her that, she knew that. So why this come on? Or in my stressed-out condition, was I just imagining it? I hadnt made sweet passionate love to a woman...or to a man for that matter...in SUCH a long time, maybe my needs and longings were making me read more into Lydia's words and actions than was actually there.
"I wish I COULD relax, Lydia! Relax right into the arms of a strong, handsome, muscular man. A man who'll fuck all the stress right OUT of me with his nice big hard cock. Mmmm, I dunno, say maybe about 8 inches worth? Do you know ANYONE like that Lydia? Can you arrange to help me relax like THAT? I sure could USE a sweet loving fuck from a big hard cock right about now, to help me relax and forget all about International Amalgamated. So how about it, Lydia? Know any hot hunks willing to FUCK all the tension and stress RIGHTout of your boss? You're my assistant, so can you ARRANGE something like that?"
Lydia laughed. "Can't help you there, boss! If I knew any hot hunks like you described, I'd for damned sure be keeping them for ME! But I do know of this great place where you can get the most WONDERFUL massage. It might not be as relaxing as really good hot fuck! But it just might help relieve some of your stress anyway, boss!"
She handed me a business card for a massage parlor--a legitimate one, not a gigolo service--and I decided to give them a call. The scretary at the massage parlor said her name was Debbie. She had a sweet sexy voice and I wondered if she was as beautiful and sexy as her voice suggested she was. "Will you be giving me that massage personally?" I asked hopefully, expectantly.
She laughed, perhaps guessing my bisexuality. "No, but you'll be in Ron's VERY capable hands. Believe me, he'll give you a massage you'll NEVER forget!" She punctuated her comment with a sexy little giggle, then told me to be there at 5:30 PM sharp.
I showed up at 5:30 on the dot. Debbie was more beautiful than I had even imagined from her sexy voice over the phone.
"Sorry, miss. We're closing!" she told me.
"But I made an appontment. Pat. For 5:30."
A panicked look overtook Debbie's sweet face. "Oh, hell, I forgot to tell Ron! He's getting ready to leave. Tell you what. Go in Massage Room 2 right over there, get undressed, lie face down, and put this towel over you. I'll get Ron and persuade him to stay late for one more client."
I did as I was told. I stripped off my navy blue jacket, my crisp white shirt, my black pumps, my navy blue skirt, and my "flesh tone" thigh-high stockings. I stripped off my lacy black bra and my tiny thong, which I always wear under my stuffy business clothes to remind myself that besides being a successful ad executive, I'm also a sexy and very sexual WOMAN!
I lay face down on the cold sheet of the massage bed, wearing only my glasses and the pin holding my hair up in a bun. I draped the towel Debbie had handed me, over my bare ass. The towel was too small to cover my long legs, or my bare back and shoulders. The towel was so small, it BARELY hid my butt!
I could hear every second or third word Debbie said to Ron, to try to persuade him to stay late and give me a massage. I waited, cold and impatient, for Ron to say yes and give me the massage I so deperately needed. I wanted him to agree and come in here and get started giving me that massage, to begin to relax the stress out of my aching body.
Just WAITING for my masssage was starting to stress me out all over again. What if he said no and went home? What would I do to relax THEN?
Damn, Ron, it's COLD in here! Hurry up and get IN here already!
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