intriguess
sexual catalyst
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Maxine had been treated superbly, first class all the way. The flight had been excellent, she had been picked up at the airport right on time by a hunky limo driver. Her hotel was five stars, and the interview had been amazing. She was kind of curious about how all of the management was female and the underlings were all good looking guys. When she made mention of it her guide simple said that eye candy was a perk. Maxine wondered what the perks were for the men, but said nothing. One of the upper level execs was holding a party and invited her.
"I honestly don't have anything to wear," she muttered relunctantly.
The exec looked her over and smiled, "Well then let me introduce you to the joys of having a clothing allowance," as she handed Maxine a platinum card. "When you work for WHP, anything you want is possible."
Maxine took the card and watched as the exec walked away. "Is this for real?" she asked her guide.
The guide smiled and said, "Go shopping."
Maxine felt guilty about using the card once she had found the perfect dress. Once she showed the card the sales assistant immediately suggested she buy shoes and undergarments to go with and Maxine was unable to say no.
Later in her hotel room she laid out the fabulous outfit and sighed, this job was too good to be true. She wouldn't mind working 60+ hours a week in that office. Everyone was so relaxed, and the on site gym was amazing, and the perks were endless.
She quickly showered, and wished she had brought more pins as her long dark hair kept escaping the smooth knot she was attempting. She finally gave up figuring the wisps were kind of pretty. She slipped on the thin violet panties and stockings. She had avoided the thong suggestion, she had never worn one and would never wear one. She settled her plump breasts into the corset like bodice. The outfit was amazing she told herself again, never mind the price she told herself as she hooked the stockings to the garters and wrapped the silky almost sheer material to make the skirt. She picked up the jacket that was practically lace and felt like a million dollars.
The phone was ringing, the limo was waiting for her, she said she would be right down and left. She was surprised to see it was the same driver as this morning. She remembered because she had mentioned how hot he was to her guide. His uniform showed off his body and she smiled as he opened the door.
She felt like Cinderella and was speechless along the drive.
When she arrived at the party it was amazing, she could not begin to describe it and she got to meet everyone, she wondered if everyone was single as very few husbands were in attendance. There was plenty of eye candy though, every member of the service staff was male and she noticed that there was a lot of flirting going on. She was about to ask about the proffesionalism, when Caroline, the head of the company wanted to talk to her alone.
They headed off to a quiet library and Caroline closed the door, "I knew you would fit in here."
Maxine didn't know what to say, she was being considered for the loosely titled, 'Inspiration Specialist' she was currently freelancing as a Creative Consultant and as a freelancer her hours sucked. "I meant to ask earlier, but what does WHP stand for?"
"Women Holding Power." Caroline knew Maxine could shake things up, and that's exactly what she wanted. "I'm offering you the job."
Maxine was stunned, there had been at least five other women taking tours of building today and she figured any one of them would beat her in experience as at 27 she was clearly the youngest one being interviewed. "I don't know what to say."
"Say yes," it was a statement not a suggestion.
"I accept, when do I start?" Maxine felt giddy and began planning moving and all that crap.
"As soon as you give me your address so I can have everything moved to one of our deluxe condos."
It was all happening so fast Maxine had to sit down.
"There's one other minor detail, you have to sign a confidentiality clause about revealing the company perks to anyone outside the company."
"Perks?" Maxine's brow furrowed, she could recall nothing unusual in what she'd seen, access to the gym, state of the art equipment, travel allowance, clothing allowance, plenty of vacation time, nothing extremely out of the ordinary. "What perks do you mean?"
"Do you agree to take the job and sign the clause?"
There was nothing in her tone or behavior to indicate it was criminal so Maxine said, "Yes."
Caroline pulled out a contract and handed her a pen and as Maxine signed her name Caroline explained, "WHiP was built on the basis that strong minded career women hate to sacrifice anything for their career. So we strive to provide anything a woman could want, excellent benefits, a state of the art gym with personal trainers, a gourmet lunchroom, travel opportunities, an amazing day care. Then we realized that many career minded women just don't have the time, energy or desire to find a date. So here at WHiP we provide available men. Every man you've seen today is yours for the asking."
Maxine was a little stunned, but it would explain the flirting, the jokes about glowing, and how satisfied many of the women looked. "I don't know what to say," she felt like she was repeating herself.
"You don't have to say anything, just go out there and pinch a waiter's ass."
With that Maxine was dismissed, and when she returned to the party she was looking with a whole new set of eyes. It wasn't blatant but it was there and she realized that she recognized several of the waiters from the office. It was surreal and at the same time she completely understood the logic, and the perks. If she just wanted to get some action she could ask any of them and it would be no questions asked; no strings attached fling. If she needed an escort she need to look no further, if she wanted someone to cook her breakfast in the morning; no problem. She noticed some male employees sporting an unique looking bracelet and when she asked someone about it they smiled and told her that meant he was devoted to whoevers name was on the bracelet, but that if she really wanted a simple romp it could be arranged.
Maxine shook her head and found herself thinking about the limo driver... was he an employee of WHiP? or an outside service provider.
"I honestly don't have anything to wear," she muttered relunctantly.
The exec looked her over and smiled, "Well then let me introduce you to the joys of having a clothing allowance," as she handed Maxine a platinum card. "When you work for WHP, anything you want is possible."
Maxine took the card and watched as the exec walked away. "Is this for real?" she asked her guide.
The guide smiled and said, "Go shopping."
Maxine felt guilty about using the card once she had found the perfect dress. Once she showed the card the sales assistant immediately suggested she buy shoes and undergarments to go with and Maxine was unable to say no.
Later in her hotel room she laid out the fabulous outfit and sighed, this job was too good to be true. She wouldn't mind working 60+ hours a week in that office. Everyone was so relaxed, and the on site gym was amazing, and the perks were endless.
She quickly showered, and wished she had brought more pins as her long dark hair kept escaping the smooth knot she was attempting. She finally gave up figuring the wisps were kind of pretty. She slipped on the thin violet panties and stockings. She had avoided the thong suggestion, she had never worn one and would never wear one. She settled her plump breasts into the corset like bodice. The outfit was amazing she told herself again, never mind the price she told herself as she hooked the stockings to the garters and wrapped the silky almost sheer material to make the skirt. She picked up the jacket that was practically lace and felt like a million dollars.
The phone was ringing, the limo was waiting for her, she said she would be right down and left. She was surprised to see it was the same driver as this morning. She remembered because she had mentioned how hot he was to her guide. His uniform showed off his body and she smiled as he opened the door.
She felt like Cinderella and was speechless along the drive.
When she arrived at the party it was amazing, she could not begin to describe it and she got to meet everyone, she wondered if everyone was single as very few husbands were in attendance. There was plenty of eye candy though, every member of the service staff was male and she noticed that there was a lot of flirting going on. She was about to ask about the proffesionalism, when Caroline, the head of the company wanted to talk to her alone.
They headed off to a quiet library and Caroline closed the door, "I knew you would fit in here."
Maxine didn't know what to say, she was being considered for the loosely titled, 'Inspiration Specialist' she was currently freelancing as a Creative Consultant and as a freelancer her hours sucked. "I meant to ask earlier, but what does WHP stand for?"
"Women Holding Power." Caroline knew Maxine could shake things up, and that's exactly what she wanted. "I'm offering you the job."
Maxine was stunned, there had been at least five other women taking tours of building today and she figured any one of them would beat her in experience as at 27 she was clearly the youngest one being interviewed. "I don't know what to say."
"Say yes," it was a statement not a suggestion.
"I accept, when do I start?" Maxine felt giddy and began planning moving and all that crap.
"As soon as you give me your address so I can have everything moved to one of our deluxe condos."
It was all happening so fast Maxine had to sit down.
"There's one other minor detail, you have to sign a confidentiality clause about revealing the company perks to anyone outside the company."
"Perks?" Maxine's brow furrowed, she could recall nothing unusual in what she'd seen, access to the gym, state of the art equipment, travel allowance, clothing allowance, plenty of vacation time, nothing extremely out of the ordinary. "What perks do you mean?"
"Do you agree to take the job and sign the clause?"
There was nothing in her tone or behavior to indicate it was criminal so Maxine said, "Yes."
Caroline pulled out a contract and handed her a pen and as Maxine signed her name Caroline explained, "WHiP was built on the basis that strong minded career women hate to sacrifice anything for their career. So we strive to provide anything a woman could want, excellent benefits, a state of the art gym with personal trainers, a gourmet lunchroom, travel opportunities, an amazing day care. Then we realized that many career minded women just don't have the time, energy or desire to find a date. So here at WHiP we provide available men. Every man you've seen today is yours for the asking."
Maxine was a little stunned, but it would explain the flirting, the jokes about glowing, and how satisfied many of the women looked. "I don't know what to say," she felt like she was repeating herself.
"You don't have to say anything, just go out there and pinch a waiter's ass."
With that Maxine was dismissed, and when she returned to the party she was looking with a whole new set of eyes. It wasn't blatant but it was there and she realized that she recognized several of the waiters from the office. It was surreal and at the same time she completely understood the logic, and the perks. If she just wanted to get some action she could ask any of them and it would be no questions asked; no strings attached fling. If she needed an escort she need to look no further, if she wanted someone to cook her breakfast in the morning; no problem. She noticed some male employees sporting an unique looking bracelet and when she asked someone about it they smiled and told her that meant he was devoted to whoevers name was on the bracelet, but that if she really wanted a simple romp it could be arranged.
Maxine shook her head and found herself thinking about the limo driver... was he an employee of WHiP? or an outside service provider.