I had met Ted Mason when he'd been hired to come in and do some consulting on a major company merger I myself had been working on. His reputation preceded him, both in his almost ruthless review of a Company's organization, as well as his penchant for the ladies. His photo appearing quite frequently in the society pages of the paper.
He had one of those rough, chiseled looks about him, handsome beyond measure. Just over six feet tall with wavy black hair, cobalt blue eyes, and a body that one could see even through a three-piece suit he took care of. One could only imagine what else he was in possession of that the women all seemed anxious to want to have a look at.
When I heard he'd been hired to come in and do some consulting prior to the anticipated merger, I was more than a little bit nervous, as I'd be working very closely with him during the course of the time he would be here.
"Mr. Mason? This is Chris Mathews, she'll be your liaison and will be the one to show you around and inform you on all the area departments, procedures and organizational structuring," My boss Mike Bradford said introducing the two of us.
Having heard about his reputation long before hand, I had purposely dressed for the occasion. Not that I wore inappropriate attire into work anyway, because I didn't. But the last thing I wanted to do, was to wear anything that might be construed as sexual in any way. It was for that reason I had purposely worn a women's business suit, white high necked collar blouse with my long reddish brown hair pinned up rather than wearing it down as I very often did. Even my business jacket did a fairly good job of concealing what I felt was one of my more prominent attributes, C cup breasts that were full and as I'd been told on more than one occasion, damn near perfect in shape.
I knew going in that I'd end up working late at night, one or two weekends in fact though I'd be compensated for my efforts accordingly. Even so, I wasn't too keen on having to do so, working that closely and alone with the infamous Ted Mason. Though he lived in the suburbs, rather than commute back and forth every day, he had taken a suite in one of the nearby luxurious hotels where he would very often work late into the night. When the time came, which I knew it eventually would, he had invited me up to his suite one evening to go over a few final documents with him.
To be perfectly honest, I was nervous as hell. Being alone in his room with him, though he'd not once made a pass at me...up until now anyway, gave me cause for concern. Having ordered room service, we ate while going over the papers of the merge. I was again surprised that he kept it formal, almost too formal, which in a strange way now irritated me as for the first time since we'd started working together, I had actually let my hair down. Not only that, but I'd even allowed myself to wear a blouse that did little if anything to hide my more than ample breasts. Not once however did I see him attempt to steal a glance, or look at me any place other than in my eyes whenever we spoke.
By the time I had finally left, I'd decided that perhaps I just wasn't in his class, didn't live up to his standards and expectations, and was somewhat relieved that our less than exciting journey together was over.
A month later the company I worked for merged. Everyone said it was one of the smoothest, easiest merges to ever take place with a Billion dollar company. Few realized or knew about the long tedious hours that I had personally put into it myself, except for my boss perhaps, who'd given me a rather nice bonus, and a few extra days off in order to rest and recuperate.
I was doing just that at home, lying out by the pool taking in some much needed sun and actually relaxing after several weeks of hard grueling work when a florist stopped by. Having tried the door-bell out front, with no answer, he had come around the back hoping to at least leave the arrangement in a safe place, only then noticing me as I lay out by the pool, topless I might add as he called out to me.
"Ah, excuse me? Miss? Flowers!"
It was funny, normally I might have panicked, even been a little embarrassed to have been caught in such a compromising position. But I had been so frustrated lately, sexually...that I actually found enjoyment in simply standing up, walking over, and then signing for the delivery as the poor driver stood there with his mouth half agape, staring at my exposed tits.
"Thank you, I said taking the arrangement. Let me get you a tip from my purse."
He smiled, "No thanks...not necessary, you've already given me one...a nice one, thank you!"
I smiled back, appreciating the compliment, something I hadn't had in a while, and then walked back to the patio carrying the large vase of beautifully arranged flowers, curious about the card. I opened it, read...and suddenly sat down. It was from Mr. Mason himself, inviting me to dinner to celebrate our success in having worked so closely together.
**
I was impressed, having me picked up in a limousine, though he himself wasn't in it. The driver informing me that I was to be taken to his personal estate, out in the suburbs, where dinner had been arranged. It was an hours long drive, and I amused myself in having a drink, well several actually, to both calm my nerves somewhat for one thing, and for another, to show him on a more personal level, that I was perhaps indeed worthy of his attentions.
No longer working together, as far as I was concerned, there was no longer any reason to be coy or formal around him any more either. This time, if he made any sort of a pass at me, I was half a mind to receive it.
I was admittedly impressed. A half-mile long drive through the gate, eventually making its way up to the enormous looking mansion itself that sat easily on several acres. The surrounding yard, gardens, and orchard well groomed, and obviously taken care off. Pulling into the circular drive, I was let out, and escorted up a few steps to an enormous mahogany carved, doublewide set of doors. I didn't even knock as the doors almost immediately opened.
I don't know what I was expecting exactly, if I was expecting anything. But what I wasn't expecting, was to be met by a woman, perhaps a butler maybe, but certainly not someone who was dressed, and appeared to me as she did. She was absolutely beautiful, and for a moment I was actually jealous in a way. Wondering now if she was his lover, his companion, and that "they", not "he", had thus invited me to dinner and into spending the evening with them.
"Miss Mathews? Welcome, I am Deidra, one of Ted's personal assistants, welcome to his home. This way please," she said inviting me inside. And though she had addressed herself as a "personal assistant," I couldn't help wondering what else she likewise helped to assist him in, especially dressed the way she was.
Deidra was a very tall, very statuesque blonde. Her long hair full, cascading well down over her shoulders. The dress, though more gown...flowing as she walked, hugging the curves of her obviously near perfect sculptured body. I had thought to wear one of my favorite "little black" cocktail dresses, now feeling vastly underdressed even having put that on as I followed her down the long, expensively decorated hallway.
