inherited wealth

[AndreaSubbie]

"Don't worry, Sir, I told the receptionist that I was a client of yours, no mention of our publishing house .. after all, Discretion is our watchword ... and you did give us this number to contact you ... would you like me to make a note on the file to only call you on the other number?

As for speaking with a woman about these topics, I understand, Sir, but you may find a woman's perspective helpful ... perhaps if you tell me which titles you like the look of from our on-line catalogue?"

Andrea hoped that she was rescuing the situation, but there was no doubt that she wasn't doing very well. Referring back to his question of how she felt it was going, Andrea added,

"Its just a little warm in here, Sir, and I wasn't expecting to be thrust in deep .. in the deep end ... I'd prepare carefully before talking to a potential client ... Sir "

Did she really say thrust in deep? She must be unsettled, she thought, all this talk of finding positions that are appealing, satisfying, and about humiliation were sending her mind along unwelcome tangents!

 

[Liplovinman]

"Not optimum, honestly, Ms Kay. I'm not certain you are a fit. But there are times when it takes patience to make a fit when it might otherwise seem improbable."

She was warm, there was no doubt that she might well shed that jacket, if the heat continued.

"I appreciate your use of terminology, but do you think that Shoving in the deep end is appropriate for an interview?" He kept his eyes on her as he continued.

"I certainly understand the tremors that occur during an interview, I've seen many a candidate crumb under the pressure, but I wonder about the use of innuendo in this situation. Perhaps there is something else that is distracting your attention."

He had asked a question, but his statements following that question were sure to test her meddle. Did she have the ability to work with his company? And how much persuasion would it take to get that top off once the jacket was removed...

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"No Sir, you have my complete attention," she answered truthfully, for her whole mind was focused on him, on his questions, on where this uncomfortable line of interrogation was leading.

Andrea determined not to slip into innuendo any more, but be professional and detached. This was turning into her worst interview ever!

She felt like she was glowing in the warmth of the room, and worried that her thin top would now be sticking to her skin under the jacket ... if only she could unbutton it ... but that would never do!

 

[Liplovinman]

"Hmmm." He took a rather long look at Andrea Kay, before he started to speak, the inflection change in his voice made it almost seem as though he were reading a passage of a book to her, than speaking directly to her.

"In my mind, a woman, such as yourself, given the nature of such a highly charged interview and the subject matter that predominates the shelves of our storerooms, must feel uncomfortable in the matters of sexuality, to the point that certain questions no longer have a business connotation but slip, unreasonably, into a more personal arena. You might say they find themselves attempting entry into an area that feels ill prepared to accept such advances?"

"That being said, I worry that you will overheat in that jacket, yet you seem to fear the button - which to my mind has me uncharacteristically focused on your jacket. Perhaps you could relieve the strain for us both, and give in to the desire, pulling the button through the tight loop and allowing the spread of the material to slide open."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Oh, was he using innuendo, or was her imagination becoming overheated? It felt like his every sentence was loaded with sexual ambiguity, but not in the blatant way that she was used to in interview. Andrea felt out of her depth with this man.

Then there was that statement about her jacket, the button ... implying that she was at fault, keeping it done up ... but give in to the desire? allow the spread ... to slide open? It was like he was seducing her, and her lack of response, her inability to anticipate, that was the problem ..

Slightly confused at her own reaction, partly sticking to her original plan do do what was necessary to land the job, she raised her left hand from her lap and slipped the button through the hole ... oh, now she was sounding sexual!

Letting the jacket hang open a few centimeters, her little strappy silk top now visible, she tried to relax and show that she was comfortable with the interview.

"There, Sir, better? As you can see, I'm not afraid of the button, and I'm not uncomfortable in the matters of sexuality, I can keep this business-like!" smiling reassuringly, she hoped, needing the interview to continue

 

[Liplovinman]

"I think perhaps there has been an error here Ms Kay, perhaps I should have unravelled this earlier. Is there a vernacular dofference between our cultures? If I have not been plain, or have not adequately asked the questions I need answered, it may be due to the cultural differences."

He was very aware of the slight top she had chosen, how the button had been under slight pressure as she sat cloaking her flimsy top in the heat of his office.

"I can only suppose that the number of contacts you might make through our office will only underscore that we support mostly an American clientel."

He waved a pen slowly in the air, almost caught up in his own diversion.

"Are there such distinct differences that this job would be beyond you? I doubt the vulgarity would be used, but I would hope that someone interested in a harder, firmer Cock, would not be transfered to our Culinary department for chicken preparation?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"someone interested in a harder, firmer Cock ..."

Did he really say that?! Andrea felt like he was judging her as a prudish, reserved English girl who wouldn't be able to cope with rude words!

She felt under pressure to prove that she could handle this, handle the American use of language, handle whatever the job entailed.

"We may have culturally different backgrounds, Sir, But I can cope with the sexually explicit; I can handle the likes of a harder, firmer Cock ... " she hesitated and blushed as she realised how that had just come out, but felt that she couldn't explain, excuse, or backtrack for fear of reinforcing the impression that she wasn't suited to the job!

Unconsciously her left hand crept up from her lap again and plucked the flap of her jacket away from her top, fanning her overheated body as she tried to maintain eye contact, determined to see this interview through successfully, knowing she wasn't doing well and had a lot of ground to make up.

 

[Liplovinman]

He eyed her carefully, fully aware that he had not only crossed the line, but also that she had not called him out on his unprofessional vocabulary. He wouldn't allow her to backtrack now that she had capitulated.

"I fully expected you to remove yourself from the interview Ms Kay, and would expect the same if you encountered such a sexual assault from a cliente. We are not a lewd DVD distributor or a house of ill-repute. My apologies for testing you in this way, but I cannot allow you to express you ability to handle a harder firmer Cock."

He would never mention that there was no proper way to respond, he'd chide her no matter her answer, whether it be in the manner now dangling in the air between them, or the opposite in entertaining that his clients were always right.

"Dear lord, if you a too hot Ms Kay, please feel comfortable enough to remove your jacket. After all we have exchanged to this point, I doubt we will continue to discuss your mastery of anything harder or firmer ..."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea's state of confusion continued to build; it seemed whatever she said came out wrong, or indeed was wrong, and she felt it best not to try and explain herself.

At least she could comply with his suggestion about the jacket without earning a rebuke ...

Feeling a little self-conscious because her white tank top was so small and flimsy, after all it was only meant to be an undergarment for the jacket, Andrea slipped the jacket off her shoulders, and twisted to drape to over the back of her chair. She tried to be business-like, matter-of-fact, even though it felt like he was undressing her in this interview... Which made her realise that there still was an interview; he hadn't terminated it yet, even though she felt he'd been close to doing that with her last totally inappropriate comment!

Facing him once more, trying not to be distracted by the thinness of her top, or that the black lace bra might just be showing through.

 

[Liplovinman]

It was not difficult to recognize that she was distracted. As she moved to drape the jacket across the back of her chair, he took note of the swell of her breast, visible under the thin fabric, just below her spaghetti strap, he saw the firm round bulge as she stretched to arrange her jacket in quck fashion. Her black bra visible for only an instant, but noted. It was patently clear that she never intended to remove it, there was nothing business like in her apparel now.

For a moment he considered what might be on her mind, and how he could fashion it to his own desires. She was well built, and though the flimsy top did not hug her body to excess, it draped over every essential area the way a negligee might. The bra stopped any potential protrusion, but even the simple lace design shown to his view.

"Ms Kay, you are comfortable with your sexuality, I see. This much is a step in the right direction. You seem an attractive woman, do you feel it necessary, under these circumstances to exhibit yourself for me?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Exhibit myself? ... Er, no Sir!" she replied, again caught off-guard by his criticism of her, when all she'd done was try to be sensible, co-operative, comfortable ....

"I mean, I was just getting comfortable, as you suggested ... I wouldn't exhibit myself to try and get a job! I mean, deliberately, as an interview tactic ..."

Andrea looked at him to see if she had communicated what she meant, that she wasn't flaunting her body to get an edge over other candidates. Somehow her disgust in other interviews when potential bosses tried to get her to show her body didn't seem to matter here. It felt like she was flaunting herself, that it was her own idea ... and she didn't want to seem to be the prudish English girl he had taken her for ...

 

[Liplovinman]

Unguarded moments said so much.

I mean, deliberately, as an interview tactic ...

So there were times when she did enjoy exhibiting herself. He jotted a note for himself in her file, should he ever forget this detail. Taking his time, he became very aware of the silence in the room.

"I was not aware that an interview would be perceived as tactical." if he'd been a puppet made of wood his nose would be between her tits right now, instead of the wood that grew beneath his desk.

"What questions would you like to ask of me Ms Kay?"

He pushed back from his desk and allowed his right hand to drop to his lap. Let her make any assumptions, he calculated, any at all.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Um, who would I be working under ... I mean, if I got the job .... who would be my manager ... who would I take orders, instructions from?"

Relieved that he didn't seem to object to her thin top, that he wasn't making a big deal of it, she relaxed slightly.

Trying again to be professional, she was pleased with the question. It was an important point, knowing who could give her orders. The question also gave her time to gather her thoughts again, as she noted his relaxed posture, her eyes now fixed on the hand resting in his lap, his full lap?

 

[Liplovinman]

...Working under .... Taking orders....

"I assume that my entire team works cohesively, and as the owner, I like to keep my hands on things as they arise." He saw her eyes flutter to his lap as his hand moved slightly.

"Honestly, we are not a large enough company where anything escapes my attention. It's possible that a situation might occur, but there are eyes elsewhere that keep me informed." He smiled briefly. It was forced, but he allowed it to be just that.

He stood behind his chair. Taking the back between either hand. "So, let's assume you are allowed to take the position here Ms Kay. What do you bring to the table that the remainder of the women seating in the waiting area do not?. It was not difficult to notice his rocking as he pushed against the chair in a languid motion. Yes, let her make any supposition she wished...

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Again, his language seemed very sexual to Andrea, but at first she assumed that it was all in her mind ...

As he spoke and stood behind his chair, it now looked like he was ... well .... humping the chair back?

Andrea shook her head to clear her thoughts which were really becoming far too sexualised for a job interview.

"What do I bring that others do not? Perhaps a different cultural background, an openness, I like groups ... I mean teams, I work well with members .. members of a team ...." her mind was part taken with his rocking, humping motion; so suggestive ... "I'm sure I could manage a number of different positions, not just the one you have in mind, I'm flexible ... I'm open to suggestions?" she added, not sure what else she could offer him, but hoping for a more direct instruction or question so that she could demonstrate some skill or attribute that he was looking for.

"Perhaps if you told me what you desire .. want .. from the girl who takes the position you require, I could show my .. suitability?"

 

[Liplovinman]

'want - desire...'

She continued to watch as he moved against the chair back, only suggesting what he might want or desire, thinking that the position might be clear. Yes, were she stretched across the back of the chair, he could tell her exactly what he wanted and desired, show her as well.

"The position in question does require flexibility, as well as a selfless approach, that much is a given. A group would most likely not be involved, unless you satisfy my needs first. While I appreciate your cultural diversity, I would not want to persuade my current team to accommodate your desires until theirs were met."

As he moved around the chair, he expected that there was an indication of his state of arousal. He felt cheated that he could not gauge hers, save for the profusion of glow that was more than evident as she blushed with more frequency.

He walked by her to the back window of his office, seeing the tension rise as he moved close to her, only to walk behind her chair to look out and into the office. As he walked back around to his chair, he pulled it back to his desk and wrote a few more notes in her file.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"I understand, Sir ... your needs and desires come ... er ... come first .... I'm sure I can take any position you want ... I only hope you approve of what you see of me, that you see enough today to satisfy you ... that I'm suitable.."

Andrea was still hot, and felt like it was getting hotter. He seemed to want to continue the interview, and even looked possibly a little aroused? This conversation seemed to be getting more and more overtly sexual, loaded with thinly veiled innuendo, and Andrea knew that she was deliberately making it worse though she would like to deny it.

Plucking her thin silk top away from her chest, she hoped that her light perspiration wasn't making it stick to her skin, or making the black lace bra visible through it, as she waited patiently for him to complete his notes.

 

[Liplovinman]

Taking his pen in hand, he began to sketch a bit, absently at first, then, detailed. She might, or might not recognize the pattern. It was the lace that was being revealed as her top melted against her black undergarment, revealing the intricacies of her black bra in detail. He drew the almost paisley detail, darkening areas as they became more clear. Perhaps she would not recognize them until she took off the top in front of her mirror and saw exactly what was capturing his attention.

"Good, the company comes first, obviously, but I feel, as the head of this company, that my needs should be met for the better interest of the company. And I will think on the position Ms Kay, what I feel not only suits my needs, but where you might be placed to best receive instruction and fulfillment as well."

He stared overtly at the trickle of wet that met at her throat and formed a rivulet between her now pink cleavage. He imagined the response of her nipples as he played freely with the pink rubber eraser at the end of his pencil. Taking it into his mouth briefly, before placing in back on his desk in favor of his pen.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea watched as he doodled, curious about what it might tell her about him, about what he was thinking, if only she could decipher it. Somehow the abstract patterns seemed familiar, but she couldn't work out what they meant.

"Yes sir, I understand that your needs should be met, and I'm grateful that you're considering what position you might have me in to satisfy them and receive your .. instructions ... and for considering my own fulfillment ..."

It really was hot in here, and it wasn't just the room temperature. Andrea couldn't believe how outrageous she was being with innuendo and flirtation! She'd never been like this before to get a job, and in her discomfort noticed him stare as sweat trickled down her chest before toying sensuously with the eraser tit .. er tip!

 

[Liplovinman]

He looked at his watch, briefly working through his day. Pulling out a large file and several packets, he began working through them at a steady pace of familiarity.

"It is too late in the week for a start, perhaps you could arrange to return Monday. That will give me sufficient time to ready for your arrival and plan for the attention a newly indoctrinated assistant should receive."

He had offered her a position, though he had difficulty thinking about working at the moment. Perhaps he would be able to work her out of her top or her bra before the next week was out.

"I do not want to cause any alarm, but I fear the staff may feel that your current attire will boost more than sales, it will also build - morale.".

He hoped she would mull over the comment for the entire weekend. It was meant to cause though and provocation. Oh to be a fly on her wall this weekend.

"Offer letter will be hand delivered to your address. I hope you will respond before the weekend concludes."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

He was offering her the job! Andrea was elated, excited, relieved; the innuendo and flirtation hadn't been wasted. She grinned to herself with pleasure but tried to hide it under a business-like exterior.

"Thank you Sir! For allowing me to take up a position ... I hope I'll satisfy you ... that you'll like what you see ... " Andrea allowed herself an honest smile of innocent pleasure, knowing that her job worries were over, for now. She'd do everything she could to keep this job until she found something better, and if that meant flirting outrageously with the boss, then she'd do it.

"I'm most grateful, Sir, and hope to demonstrate my gratitude next week ... um .." for a moment she thought on his comments regarding her present state of dress and morale ..., "so you wouldn't object if I wore an outfit like this .." and here she indicated her thin top, "next week?"

Andrea was fishing for guidance on what would please him, would keep her in his attention.

"And, er, I hope at least some of my indoctrination will be at your hands?"

With that, she stood, smoothing her skirt, pulling her top straight, causing it to sculpt to the damp contours of her body.

 

[Liplovinman]

He enjoyed the spark that seemed immediate at the mention of her indoctrination to his company. She seemed different somehow, coming through the gauntlet energized rather than down trodden. He imagined she might well gain energy from intimacy as well. This could be interesting, if an when contact with clients occurred.

"The position will only be yours as long as you efforts are satisfying. You have passed on the first of many processes, the remainder may well be at my discretion yes, as will be your ability to hold on, and make the most of the opportunity."

He stood and it was now blatantly apparent that his cock was engorged. She might well be enjoying the fact that she had proceeded successfully, even that she had caused him pleasure. He wondered how far her efforts to hold onto the job would take her, and Wendell convinced himself that her delight in obtaining the position would only encourage her to take an every more expansive view of her limits.

"You may wear what is comfortable to you, but I would caution you that excessive cleavage, protruding nipples and substantial midriff exposure in this environment might be seen as an invitation - your choice in the extension of such an invitation might well cause excessive advances..."

He did not proffer more guidance than his observations, she would be well aware of his reaction, though his demeanor belied his instincts. He could have extorted a blowjob from her before making the offer, but her spirit interested him, and he intended to fan it rather than douse it.

"You may expect that your first several steps will be with my guidance, I do want to assure myself that you are ready, capable and your skills are properly put to use."

He pulled a book from the shelf behind him, an old publication of note, one of the first he had pushed through once Wendell had taken the reigns. It was an odd little book, steeped in the free love era of the 60's. There was no real message to be found, excepting the authors pandering reminders of what life was like during that time. It was the graphic depictions of sex, orgies specifically, that had drawn him to publish it - as it was a polar opposite of his father's taste.

Wendell turned the book over in his hands, speaking almost to himself as he offered his thoughts.

"This was a very influential volume in this company's history. It set the stage in dramatic fashion as we shifted our focus. I'd like you to take a look at it, I won't ask that you read it in it's entirety, the subject matter can be equally boring as well as erotic. The main character is the author himself, and while he has wild escapades through his journey to and during Woodstock, he does not change, adapt or learn anything of note from his surroundings. It is, for all intents, a pornographic novel, encased in a event of historical note. It is not terribly well written or historically accurate, what sets it apart is the graphic nature and creation of energy throughout every sexual encounter. I'd appreciate your overall opinion next week."

He handed the novel across the desk, the dust jacket was removed, something that made the process less invasive, as the author had chosen the theme of mass photos, sketches and even xrays of genitalia for the cover and reverse. The book had a simple title, 'exploits of the 60's', harmless enough until the second page which began a scene that introduced nearly 25 characters as they bedded in odd rotation through page 40.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andi listened carefully as her Boss, as he now was, gave her his thoughts, his wishes. She was a little shocked at his explicit language concerning her dress code, since their flirtation, though clearly sexual, had avoided the use of such plain words.

Nodding her head she tried to work out just how much of her breasts she should allow to be seen, how much leg.

Then her thoughts were taken up with his analysis of the book. Obviously he was not embarrassed by the graphic and descriptive story of sexual exploits, but she was interested in his criticism of the authors inability to learn and adapt ... clearly something he valued. So Andrea much show him that she was capable of learning and adapting ... and getting her dress right on Monday was going to be the start ... Oh, and she had to keep making progress to keep the job! This was going to be a challenge, and she felt a surprising jolt of excitement inside as she decided to rise to it, noting with amusement that he had already risen to their sexy banter.

"Very good, Sir, I'll see you Monday and report in for you to check my outfit, and let you know my thoughts on the book," and she turned to leave

 

[Liplovinman]

The spring in her step gave way to a throb in his pants and he settled in to work through numbers for the week. He had to divert his mind, though he watched her walk away with an eagerness he hadn't felt in some time. Her attitude was infectious. He was running costs as the thought broke through, does she laugh during orgasm?

Kendall sat in his chair much later than normal, allowing the office to close up around him, deep in thought, considering his newest hire. Pulling paperwork together, he placed Andi's file on Meredith's desk and attached a note so her file could be processed. Monday was still a few days off.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea managed to supress her excitement until she was out of the building, than she let out a squeal of delight and skipped her way to the bus stop, beaming a happy smile to anyone fortunate enough to be in her way.

Once home she danced around the small sitting room, then trotted into her bedroom and flung open the wardrobe. Leaving it like that she also opened her undies drawer and started rumaging for the right bra, before going back to the wardrobe to look for a blouse and jacket/skirt suit.

A nice white lace shelf-bra that gave support but wasn't too obvious seemed right, and maybe the white button front blouse under the grey jacket, with matching tight grey skirt to almost mid thigh? And black hold-up stockings with medium heels?

Leaving these things on her bed, she started to run a bath, pouring herself a glass of red wine before wandering back into the bedroom.