The Promotion (CLOSED)

[brandijane]

Sunday morning, Brandi woke up in a strange place with a strange man. She'd been out to the club the night before, celebrating her promotion, and she had the hangover to prove it. At first, she couldn't remember anything, but as she started to wake up, she vaguely remembered flirting with the man at the club, and holding onto him as they walked out into the snowy night. She wasn't sure, but she thought she had maybe sucked his cock in the back of a cab. They had started to fuck on the stairwell, until one of his neighbors had come in, and they'd scrambled, laughing, up to his apartment.

She was still wearing her heels, and the tiny little dress she wore at the club was draped over the footboard. She found her coat, on the floor next to a coat tree, and her purse on the kitchen counter. but there was no sign of her panties anywhere. She let herself out and took a cab home. It had been a good night, but she could hardly believe how slutty she'd acted. As shocking as it was, it had been fun, and well worth losing a thong.

Monday morning, she went to the head office in a high rise downtown instead of the satellite shop. She was well rested, looking sharp and professional in a skirt and blazer, and ready to show that she had deserved the promotion. In the elevator, she looked at the schedule that had been uploaded to her phone. The first thing was a meeting with her team. She found the conference room and a few guys milling around, drinking coffee, talking about their weekend. They introduced themselves, giving her the shameless leers that she'd become accustomed to since she got into the corporate world.

The door opened, and they started to move quickly, sitting around the conference table. She took a seat as well, and looked up to see the man at the head of the table. For a moment, everything froze. When she met his eye, though, she knew he recognized her.

 

[StFornicate]

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Thomas McCarthy had done quite well for himself at Atlas Enterprises over the past few years. At the age of 32, he had advanced to Vice President of Operations, overseeing the firm's myriad construction projects across the country. He had earned a lot of respect throughout the firm by running excellent, profitable jobs. He had a keen sense for people, and money, and he did well by putting the right people in the right positions and letting them do their jobs, as long as they did them well.

He had a lot on his plate. Atlas Enterprises currently had 23 major construction contracts in seven different states across the midwest, mostly focused in Chicago but branching out to Indiana, Iowa, Wisconsin, Minnesota, Missouri, Ohio, and Michigan, as well as a project in Colorado, and one in California. Atlas mostly focused on heavy industrial work, power plants, refineries, and the like.

The big push these days was for environmental retrofits of existing plants, to get them up to EPA standards. This was an area Thomas felt passionate about, and it showed in his work. Today, like any other Monday, he would meet with his local project managers and take calls from the out-state project managers, getting updates. However, today would be interesting, as he would be breaking in a new secretary. The last one, Melissa, had to take an extended leave of absence to care for her ailing mother, and this Brandi had an excellent record with Atlas. The promotion had been handled by Melissa herself, and he had trusted Mel's judgment well enough to not bother with meeting Brandi ahead of time, as he had been traveling to the jobs in Colorado and California.

Upon returning Friday evening, he had found himself with some old friends for dinner and drinks, and even let himself be talked into enjoying the club scene for a while. Not necessarily his thing, but he had gone to enjoy the scenery, and it had not taken him long to find a young woman to take to his city apartment and bed. She had been quite fun, really.

And so it was with a smirk that he looked upon her, sitting in his board room, clearly his new secretary. Funny how the world works sometimes, he thought as his gaze fell appreciatively upon her.

"You must be Brandi," he said, letting nothing slip. "Gentlemen, my new secretary. I'll be showing her the ropes today, so bear with me. I'm told she has excellent commendations, so make her feel welcome." There were nods and furtive glances all around towards the lone female in the room. Without further ado, Thomas launched into the meeting, each of the project managers giving a run-down of their particular project's progress over the past week. Thomas made some suggestions and laid out some goals for each manager, and an hour later, the meeting was called to an end, and the project managers filed out to head back to their job sites, leaving Thomas and Brandi alone in the board room.

"Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise?" he said with a coy smirk once the door had shut, closing them in together.

 

[brandijane]

She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Of all the people in the city of Chicago, she'd wound up in her new boss's bed over the weekend. She felt her cheeks burn and knew she must be blushing fiercely, and she wished she'd put on a longer skirt. Or pants. Or maybe a birka. Not that she was wearing anything exceptional, the skirt reached the middle of her thighs and was altogether professional. It was just that her new boss had seen her naked. Hell, her new boss had one of her thongs somewhere in his apartment.

As the team sat down, she sat at Mr. McCarthy's side, popping open her notebook to take notes and update the calenders for the various projects. She worked hard, she had earned her promotion with her nose to the grindstone, not her ass in the air. Normally, after a meeting like this, she could report the details of every project under discussion. Since this was her first time with this team, she typed almost every word that was said. When she got to know the men better, she'd be able to sift the important points from all the blather at the table, but that would come in time. It also kept her from thinking about the situation she found herself in.

Brandi was a good girl. Friday night had been the first and only time she'd ever had a one night stand. Of course, she'd never gone very long without a boyfriend. In fact, her last boyfriend had broken up with her when she told him about her promotion. He was a DJ in a hiphop crew, and accused her of being too corporate. He liked having a stacked blonde at the clubs with him, and he liked that she had her own place where they could fuck whenever they wanted to, but he didn't like that she wouldn't get his name inked on her skin, or that she worked for a major company. He couldn't seem to see that there was room between living with his mama and being a sell-out.

As the meeting wrapped up, the managers headed out. She glanced at each one, mentally checking that she new his name and the site that he was working on. She had them all, and she smiled as she closed the notebook. She'd find time to make a summary of the meeting for Mr. McCarthy.

"Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise?" he said, when they were alone.

She blushed again and looked down. She felt trapped by his smirk, and by the vague memory of what she had done over the weekend. He must think she was some kind of weekend club slut, and her stomach knotted itself up with humiliation. She was never going to drink rum at a club again. Hell, she was never going to drink at a club again, period.

"I'm sorry," she said, not knowing what else to say. "That's ... that's really not who I am. I should probably ask Personnel to transfer me to a different team." She closed her eyes and shook her head. The promotion had been hard come by. If she asked for a transfer, she might keep the salary bump, the title and the benefits, but she would never get another promotion again.

"Or maybe.... Maybe we can just forget we met before?"

 

[StFornicate]

Tom shook his head. "There won't be any transfer. You were hand-selected for my team, and that's where you're staying, unless you're putting in your resignation," he said. "But rest assured, I won't be forgetting anything any time soon."

It had been an odd fluke that he'd even wound up at such a club this past weekend. It had been a celebratory evening for him and a few other VP's of the company, as things were going quite well and they'd all received bonuses for outstanding work, and their party had led to the club after drinks at a few different bars. All of this was, truly, an accident of circumstance, but a happy one as far as he was concerned. He recalled quite vividly that she had been rather eager to impress him, and impressed he had been.

He stood up then, well aware that his crotch was now at her eye level for a moment, before bidding her to join him. "Come on. Let me show you around," he said, before leading her out of the conference room and out into the main office area. It was a whirlwind couple of hours after that, as she was introduced to numerous folks who all had a role to play in the Atlas corporate machine. He was, in fact, parading her around, showing her off, and the appreciative looks from the male co-workers were quite evident, as well as the barely-concealed scowls from the women who had desired the promotion she had received.