Technocrat

[DearSunshine]

Finishing up her lunch, she glanced up at him as she took a mental inventory of what her wardrobe was like. "I have a fair amount, though if you'd rather me wear those everyday I will need to go shopping so that I can rotate them a bit and not show up wearing the same thing too much. I know during the week I'll be so busy there won't be time for that... But maybe one day this weekend, while you're relaxing and might not need me right at hand, perhaps I could go out if there are stores in the area?" She asked. She wondered briefly if it was inappropriate for him to have wardrobe demands, but Emma told herself it couldn't be that strange. People who were high up in power like that needed to be seen a certain way, and she would be a reflection of him in the work place as she handled things for him. In a way it made sense.

"Is there anything else I should be aware of when it comes to appearance or what I should bring that I should know?" She asked, not wanting to accidentally miss something and end up angering him or embarrassing him. "It sounds as if it will be casual enough over the weekends, but is there something I should bring for business trips?"

 

[a_libertine]

Malcolm nodded, "There are shops not too far away, I will take you. For that matter we can go tonight after dinner if you wish; San Fransisco has a nice variety of places."

He finished his food and stood, "And as long as I get to pick them, I will pay for them."

They took off towards his office again and he continued, "You could say that my preference tends toward the risque."

 

[DearSunshine]

She stood after he had, picking back up her tray, looking about to see where they would bring those. With one hand, she balanced hers and they reached for his. Since he had paid for lunch, it only made sense to her that she give a little service and bus that for him. Walking over towards the area designated for that, she took a moment to sort away everything where it needed to be before walking back over to him by the table.

"Oh, I would hate to take up your free time like that, sir." She said, shaking her head. "You're so busy, you probably don't want to have another thing after dinner tonight. Though it might be easier to know what you prefer if you were there with me." She admitted, not exactly sure of what kind of clothing was appropriate for the work events he'd be taking her along to.

She walked along next to him as they went back to the office, just a step behind so that he was leading the way. "The um, risqué sir?" She practically stammered out, not sure if she could pull off risqué and professional at the same time... Though images of sex appeal secretaries popped into her mind, maybe that's what he meant. "Shorter hemlines, perhaps, sir?" She asked, now really starting to wonder if this was appropriate or not. But with a job this good, who was she really to question it? The pay was good, she'd get to travel, have this on her resume, work with someone like him in this field... Okay so maybe he wanted her to push her boundaries a bit when it came to clothing, but there were worse things he could be doing. Emma had heard horror stories from other classmates who had worked jobs like this where they had to take care of their boss' children, pretend to send gifts to the wives (and to the lovers on the side), and run all over looking from strange items that they requested like organic products that only came from endangered species in the rainforest.

So Malcolm had an interest in what she wore. Emma tried to shake off her worries about that, and remind herself how good she had it. He just wanted her to look appropriate probably... maybe this workplace appropriate was different than others. It was California! Who knew how they worked out here?

 

[a_libertine]

Malcolm smiled as they reached his office, "Enjoy all the paperwork this afternoon. You should be done by 6:00, so I will see you then."

He paused at the door, and twisted his head around, "Oh, and thank you for taking the tray."

He closed the door smiling. "Yeah, good pick."

He spent the next several hours pouring over reports and making a series of phone calls. He was looking at purchasing another company and the reports didn't make sense with what they had been reporting to the SEC.

As 5:45 approached he set the reports aside and leaned back in his chair. He wasn't sure yet what the issue was, but something was definitely amiss. He knew that in time he would figure out what the problem was, but not today apparently.

He poured himself a drink while he stood at the window looking over San Fransisco.

 

[DearSunshine]

Emma smiled, giving a laugh and a nod to him. "Oh, I'm sure it'll be thrilling. Let me know if you need anything else, sir. Otherwise I'll see you at six." She said, and she walked off to finish what she had been doing with all of that.

All and all, she felt as if she had had a good first day, hours later when it was done and stacked before her. She also very glad she wouldn't have to fill any of that out again, and she could be done with it. The real work would start soon, and that was thrilling to her. She couldn't wait to see Malcolm in action, she knew she'd learn so much from being around him. Looking at her watch, she nodded and picked up her purse to go and walk over to his office.

Knocking on his door, she saw that she was five minutes early, hopefully that was alright. "Mr. Blankenship?" She called out, "It's Emma Mackay, I'm ready when you are. Can I get you anything before we leave the office?"

 

[a_libertine]

Malcolm turned as Emma entered the room and shook his head, "No, I am ready."

He placed the glass on the bar and walked towards her. He wrapped his arm around her again like he had previously, his hand splayed out in the small of her back. "Dinner before shopping, or shopping before dinner?" he asked.

He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number, "Bring the car around front please."

Dropping his hand from her back as they stepped through the office door. As they approached the elevator, Malcolm was aware of his hand's continued remembrance of touching her.

 

[DearSunshine]

Emma clasped her hands in front of herself, standing up a bit straighter as she felt his hand on the small of her back. Once again she found herself repeating her new mantra to herself of, This is normal... This is normal...
She wondered how long he would keep touching her there. Maybe he did this with everyone, and she didn't have to worry. What would she do if he dropped it a little lower? She wanted to keep this job more than anything, but that would definitely cross a line. No, that wouldn't happen. This is totally normal.

She didn't have to think much on it again since as they walked out of the office, his hand dropped away. "I think I'd like to go shopping first before we have dinner. Though I am surprised you want me to join you for your after work meal... Then again, maybe I shouldn't be since I'll be joining you on the weekends as well. Seems like you really like having your personal assistants around at all times. Don't you have a wife or someone that would want your attention during those times?" She asked curiously, he would after all, be one of the most eligible bachelors otherwise. She didn't think that she had read of him being married before, but a lot of the time some of these men kept their romantic lives very under wraps for their partner's comfort.

 

[a_libertine]

They were in the elevator on the way down when Malcolm looked over at Emma, and asked, "Didn't you read my biography on the website at least before you applied?"

Receiving something equating to a yes, he smiled and said, "Then you know that for all intents and purposes, in most regards, you are my wife for at least the next year."

He flipped his eyes over to her to gauge her reaction carefully.

 

[DearSunshine]

Emma shrugged a little, "I was much more focused on what you had done in your career and what business moves you were making than looking at your personal information at the time. I suppose I do remember now that we mention it, that there wasn't mention of a wife." She said, sounding a little sheepish, wondering if she was going to get in trouble for not knowing everything. The young woman vowed to study up that night and go on the internet, so that she might know all the readily available information in case it was needed. How could she already be slacking?! That wasn't an option!

She blinked a few times, hearing what he had said. She then nervously laughed a little. "R-Right. I suppose I will be helping to manage your personal affairs, keep you fed, and on track! That is a little wifely..." She said.

This is normal. This is normal. This is... this is normal, don't question it, Emma!

She tried to take a deep breath, casually looking aside and away from her highly attractive boss who had just offhandedly referred to her as someone like a wife. It was just like having a work husband or work wife. Terms she had heard often enough for people working closely together. The tight space between them in the elevator made it harder to think, and she was so ready for the darned contraption to stop and open up!

 

[a_libertine]

Malcolm smiled easily as they finished the trip to the lobby floor. As they walked out of the building a Town Car pulled up and a chauffeur opened the rear passenger door for them. Malcolm waited as Emma got into the car, his eyes flickering down looking at her derriere.

As he settled into the seat next to Emma he turned to the driver, "Union Square, please."

The driver nodded, "Yes sir."

As they took off Malcolm looked at Emma, "You okay?"

 

[DearSunshine]

Emma bent her head down to get into the car. She was of an average height, standing at 5'5", but she still didn't want to bump her head. Scooting into the back seat, she looked at his car with a driver, impressed. "This is quite nice..." She said, feeling the upholstery, sliding her hand along it. She glanced over at him as he moved into the seat next to her.

" What is your driver's name? I should know that sort of thing.... Oh, hm? I-I'm fine! Just a lot to get used to. New job. Whole new life. New job that is my whole new life." She stammered a bit, trying to keep composed. She could hardly tell him what had been going through her mind, so she flashed him a reassuring smile that caused the dimples in her cheeks to come out.

 

[a_libertine]

Malcolm gave an "uh hunh" sound that made it pretty clear that he didn't fully believe Emma, but he let it pass for the time being.

"There is about every type of store you could want in Union Square, so if you know the type of clothes you like, or the style, it would narrow things down a little. Fortunately, we can also eat there."

As they arrived, they got out of the Town Car in front of a national chain store and Malcolm, asked, "So where to?"

 

[DearSunshine]

Scooting out of the town car, she was relieved that he hadn't pressed further. She wasn't sure what she even would have said. She nodded towards the window where the driver was, giving him thanks for taking them there. Just because she had sat in the backseat didn't make her any less of an employee than he was. Emma wanted to make sure she didn't loose touch of that. That she was more similar to the driver than to Malcolm when it came to station and power. She was starting to wonder if he was the type of man that could make you feel maybe a little too special.

"I think I know of a shop just up ahead that sounds like the type of clothing you were wanting for me to wear." She said, motioning for him to follow along with her. Though she hadn't gone out much since moving there, she had taken a spin about Union Square briefly before and had seen this place. It catered to the office woman who wanted to stay work appropriate, but still be sexy. He had said risqué, right?.

The mannequins in the window wore tight pencil skirts that were just above the knee, a V-neck blouses that hinted at the lacy undergarments underneath. "Is this the sort of look you had wished for me?" She asked, looking over at him. She didn't want to waste her money on things that wouldn't please him.

 

[a_libertine]

Malcolm walked along side with Emma, as she walked almost directly to a boutique. They stood outside the window and he appraised the clothing she had indicated. He nodded slowly, "Yes, that is of a style that I was thinking of, is it something you would wear?"

He put a hand on the door and opened it, "Try something on, let's take a look."

 

[DearSunshine]

She seemed relieved that this store looked like it would do, she had been worried that they'd have to look harder. Stepping inside, they were almost immediately greeted by a worker at the store. After explaining what she was looking for and how she wanted to expand her wardrobe, the woman started flitting about and picking off pieces for her to bring into a changing room. The way Malcolm looked must have tipped her off that the two deserved a little better treatment, and she moved them over towards a more private changing room.

Stepping inside to see what the woman had chose, there were plenty of dresses and skirt/blouse combinations and even some lingerie to go underneath them waiting for her. There was a chair set outside of the changing room, next to a little podium that had a three way mirror for the person to step up on and see how they looked in every angle.

"I'm sorry, this is going to be boring for you... I'll try and be quick about changing." She said, starting to feel bad again for having him here with her when he had so many other important things to be doing.

 

[a_libertine]

Malcolm arched an eyebrow at Emma as he sat in the chair before the dais. "Enough of that. Think of this as an investment of time to ensure that we both make the most of the next year. Just make sure I get to see each piece you try on. Make no judgment calls until we talk about the items."

He smoothed out his slacks as he sat. He watched the parade of clothes go into dressing room and smiled. He figured that Emma was going to absolutely flip at some of the lingerie that was going in. Especially modeling it for him.

 

[DearSunshine]

Emma nodded towards him, "Alright." She said, not having seen the lingerie that had been placed in there as well. Closing the door, she stepped out of her heels and started to undress herself so that she could try things on. Her green wrap dress was folded neatly and placed on the chair inside the dressing room. Looking over the selection, she tapped her fingers together, not knowing where to start.... Then she saw the corsets, garter belts, and gorgeous bras that were also there. As a redhead, she easily blushed, and she couldn't help but do that just then.

Surely he didn't want to see her wear those by themselves! No, that would be highly inappropriate, she didn't have to worry. She would just try them on underneath. Reaching out to feel the soft and silky materials, Emma realized that she actually was kind of excited to try them on for herself.

Slipping off her more conservative navy blue bra and panties, she reached to try and put on the black lace bra with the matching garter belt. There was a see-through lace thong she wiggled up her legs, and started to step through the stockings that they had provided. They were black sheer and topped with lace. Clipping them on to the belt, she stared down at her long and luscious legs, smiling a little to herself... It felt kind of sexy! Especially when her breasts were being pushed together in glorious curves of cleavage as well.

Emma reached for one of the black pencil skirts that had been brought out, which nicely showed off the black stockings she was wearing, and was tight around her. It felt like it was sculpted about her ass. Surely the woman had put out a size too small? A red blouse was thrown over her top, very professional except for the V-neck that flowed down just enough to show hints and teases of the black lace bra underneath.

Emma put back on her heels and stepped out of the changing room. She did a little spin for him. "Thoughts?"

 

[a_libertine]

Malcolm looked at Emma as she showed the skirt and blouse. He found it attractive, especially the way it hugged her ass and highlighted the swell of her hips. This was clearly a couple cuts above what she wire into the boutique.

The blouse was at once both clingy and flowing, accenting her structure magnificently. "I like it. The skirt could be a little higher on your thighs but it is nice."

His eyes swept across her body appreciatively and replied, "Yes it is good. Next?"

 

[DearSunshine]

Emma nodded, "I'm sure they could hem it another inch or so if you'd like..." She said, trying again to keep comfortable.

Moving back into the changing room, unknowingly giving him another good look at her ass as she walked back in, Emma went to try on something else. She was about to just put on a dress when a knock came from one of the women working there to check in on here. The worker just opened the door and slipped in, "How are you doing, miss? Oh! You look lovely!" Emma blinked, not used to this kind of keen attention that you got in high end boutiques. "Hm, umm." She stammered, just standing there in her bra, garter belt, panties and heels.

"You should show your boyfriend, don't be shy. See if he likes it." Pushing her out of the changing room, red dress in hand, Emma was blushing like crazy as she was suddenly half naked in front of her employers. "I.. I am so sorry, Mr. Blankenship!" She said to him, wide eyed. "He is not my boyfriend." She said quietly to the worker, who just shrugged. "Lover, whatever you wish to label it as..." She said, "Don't be so shy!" Hearing another customer call for her, she left the private changing area.

 

[a_libertine]

As Emma came out of the dressing area Malcolm's eyes widened in surprise. In a very happy surprise. Yes he had hints that she had an attractive body, but here was proof positive. Now to get her tits out of the bra...

She stood in shock as he sat there, his eyes drinking her in from head to toe, and back again. He smiled at her warmly and nodded. "The lingerie is exquisite."

His eyes locked onto her as he finished, "But nothing in comparison to the model."

 

[DearSunshine]

Emma tried to cover herself with her hands, keep her toned curves out of sight. She had always enjoyed working out, and it showed. But she hadn't meant to show it to her boss! "I'm, I'm so sorry... She thought you were my, and that I was here to show you..." She stammered, about to slowly back into the changing room when she felt his hot gaze on her, and she felt frozen in place.

"But nothing in comparison to the model."

She couldn't believe he had just said that... but he had to say that right? What else do you say when you see someone like this? Well, maybe you don't look...

Finally Emma composed herself, and remembered that she was holding a dress in her hands. "I'll just, I'll just put this on." She gulped, starting to shimmy it on over her head. Not realizing that as she did so, she gave him a bit of a show of her body, with her hands no longer covering it, until the red fabric was covering it again.

 

[a_libertine]

There were no words for what Malcolm saw.

It was delicious.

It was wonderful.

It was erotic.

Her tits swayed in the bra as her hips gyrated about trying to get the dress on over her head. He almost reminded her that the dress would go on easier feet first, but then, that would end the show.

And what a show it was.

His body had a very natural reaction as the blood flow settled into his groin. By the time she finished her dance, he was nearly fully hard and his slacks tented appreciably.

This dress was a little shorter and flowed around her body like air currents. Her legs were highlighted and the top part of the dress showed a large amount of cleavage. "Nice," he said, "But not as nice as the lingerie was."

 

[DearSunshine]

Emma's cheeks were completely pink by the time she had smoothed the dress on over herself. She nervously laughed, hearing his compliment again, pushing back a few stray strands of hair behind one of her ears.

"You know, I think I know my size in their clothing now, so maybe I'll just pick a few more things that are like these and um, we can go to dinner." She said, quickly turning about and heading back into the changing room, trying not to hyperventilate. At least she didn't think she was going to get fired for walking out in front of her boss half naked, but still... She had walked out in front of her boss half-naked.

Changing out of her outfit back into what she had been wearing, Emma grabbed at what she had tried on and a few other things like those that she liked and headed back outside. "Th-This should do, I hope you'll be more satisfied with my wardrobe now. If you'll just let me go and pay for these, I can meet you at the front."

 

[a_libertine]

Malcolm looked at Emma and her obvious distress. "Listen, you need to relax a little. If I see something I haven't seen before I will let you know. Otherwise rejoice in the fact you are a beautiful woman."

He stood and walked up to her. He took one of the dresses and looked at the size. "I will be back in a moment."

He went into the main portion of the store and looked around until he found a casual, yet elegant looking black dress of the right size. Walking back into the private changing area and handed her the dress. "Try that on, and wear it to dinner."

 

[DearSunshine]

Emma nodded sheepishly, "You're right, I'm sorry for getting flustered..." She said, not wanting to embarrass him with her own embarrassment.

Having the dress handed to her, she took it and looked it over. His taste was actually rather good, she was surprised but pleased to note. Giving a nod she went back in, changing into it. While she had liked her emerald green wrap dress from earlier, this definitely did make her feel more stylish and ready for dinner out at night. Walking back out now dressed in what he had chosen, she tried to be more relaxed.

"It feels amazing." She said, sliding her hands down her sides to feel the material. "Are you ready for dinner now? I'm sorry again to make you come shopping with me, but it's been really informative." She said, and blushed lightly again, hoping that didn't come off the wrong way. She had just appreciated getting to know his stylistic tastes.