The Thursday before Ann was to begin work, she called to confirm the details and timing of her arrival the next Monday. We discussed that she would spend the first few days trying to complete arrangements with the vendors and suppliers who were needed and that she would set up what was necessary to complete the hiring of the staff I needed. Our conversation was totally business- like and I was wondering whether I had let my judgment ab out work be clouded by Ann's actions the previous week. But I knew that no permanent, irretrievable commitments had been made and that if things did not work out with Ann, I would go back to square one and make a more conventional hire.
I was in the office the next Monday by 8:30-a half hour before Ann was expected and a little earlier than I would usually have arrived. I was anxious to see how things would go. Like clockwork, at 9:00 the door to the suite opened and there was Ann. Ann was wearing a light coat and was carrying a brown leather tote bag in addition to her pocketbook. After a quick hello, she went to the closet and removed and then hung up her coat. Her back was to me as she did this and my attention was certainly focussed on her. I saw that she was wearing a very dark brown leather skirt over hose and her top was a clingy sweater of a lightweight wool material. When she turned to face me it was more than evident that she was, again, braless. I heard her speak: "Look, Bob, I told you that I know what you want and what you need and you are not going to be unhappy that you have put me in charge of running your office."
I was in a bit of a struggle to maintain my composure: "Ann, we have a lot to do…" I started to splutter.
"Bob," she continued "listen to me for a bit, we need to get some things out of the way."
Ann took a few steps towards me. "I know why you hired me. You were fascinated by the thought of my being around you all day long, and of course there are these." And as she uttered that last phrase she took each of her hands and placed each on the lower outside surface of each breast and supported each in her palms and sort of pushed them forwards and up slightly, much as they would have been supported if she were wearing a bra.
I was stone silent.
Ann was still talking. "Now I will tell you why I wanted to come to work for you."
"I think you can afford to pay me well and I know I have agreed to work for $100,000 a year but I know you are going to want to pay me more as you see the type of job I can do for you."
"You also seem like someone who wants to succeed and who will give me the chance to really make your business prosper. I don't think this job will be boring for me and I won't let it be boring for you."
"But don't get the wrong idea, I am not here for you to have sex with at your whim- I am no whore – but I know there will be a sexual component to our relationship and to how your office is run, but I will set limits and I know you will respect them."
"Ann," I responded, "all I was looking for was an executive assistant and I am a little at a loss as to how to deal with you. Obviously I am intrigued by you but…"
She cut me off again. "Bob, just take it one step at a time and I will show you what I have in mind. I'll show you – we don't have to talk it all out in advance. Let's just get on with our work and we can talk about the events of the day at the end of the day. And what I'd like to do now," Ann added as she reached for the leather tote bag she had brought with her and which I could see had various papers, pads and personal effects, "is set up my desk and see if I can figure what is what around here."
I began to think that Ann was determined to really play with my mind. One minute there was business as usual, the next there was a shockingly provocative act. At that point I started to be a little concerned that I was losing control of my new business and that perhaps I had made a mistake.
Ann busied herself by unpacking her belongings at her desk. Her desk was in an alcove just off the reception area and outside of my office. I was seated in an armchair in the reception area where I had greeted Ann upon her arrival. I remained there for about two or three minutes while I entertained the notion that hiring Ann had been a mistake. I looked up as Ann addressed me.
"Bob, are we expecting anyone this morning?"
"No, why do you ask?"
Ann did not answer me directly. Instead she strode purposefully to the door to our suite. I saw her try the door mechanism, make a few adjustments and I realized that she had locked the door. I had not anticipated what she would do next.
In one swift motion, Ann crossed her arms, reached down and taking hold of the bottom of her sweater lifted it over her head. With this one sudden move, Ann stood before me bare from the waist up. Her breasts were quite large, flaring slightly outward and capped with lovely pink areolae with prominent nipples. Every movement she made caused her breasts to jostle and bobble in the most inviting way. Despite the pendulous nature of her breasts she was not in the least bit fat. Her stomach was firm and there were no rolls of flab overrunning the belt which was cinched at her waist.
"I've got plenty to do" she said breaking the silence as Ann returned to her desk and continued to unpack her belongings and arrange things in order.
But for the fact that Ann's bare breasts were conspicuously in motion as she set about her tasks, there would have been nothing unusual about this scene. It would have looked to anyone else as if it were an ordinary office in operation.
But of course this was not the usual arrangement. At that moment I was continuing in my state of puzzlement as to what I was in for. I looked at my watch. It was 9:30 a.m. Ann had been with me for half an hour. It seemed much longer.
I spent the next few hours at my desk. My office door was open and as you might expect my attention was pretty riveted to Ann's activities. Just as I was starting to make a phone call, I would see Ann bend over to accomplish something and I would be treated to the view of her magnificent breasts swaying like churchbells. I was not getting much work done.
Shortly after noon another of my appetites intruded. I was hungry. I invited Ann to lunch explaining that we might take the time to talk about what I wanted her to accomplish in the few days. The bizarre nature of our situation was driven home as I watched Ann pull on her sweater as a prelude to leaving the office. unchtime Arrangements
I asked Ann whether she preferred a nearby seafood restaurant or a less than pretentious french restaurant that I had frequented. She said I should make the choice and thinking that I was in the mood for an omelet I steered us towards the french bistro.
The maitre'd recognized me as we walked in and gave me a warm greeting and promptly ushered us to a banquette where we were seated side by side. I am sure that he assumed our lunch was a social, not a business, meeting.
I asked Ann if she would join me in a drink. She said sure and after checking, I ordered kirs for both of us. As I started to enjoy the wine cassis combination I became very aware of Ann's presence next to me. I noticed her fragrance. In close proximity there was an unmistakable and memorable scent of her perfume. I was also conscious of the pressure of the side of her right breast resting and pressing against my left arm. As intimate as our earlier dealings had been, this was the first physical contact between us and it did not pass unnoticed by me.
I realized that there was very little I knew about Ann. The profile I had received from the personnel agency was less informative then others had been. I remembered that she had gone to college at the University of North Carolina and I seemed to recall that she lived in Manhattan as well. I knew about her previous two jobs, but not much else. So I asked Ann to tell me a little about her background. The question was too vague for Ann.