Many thanks to my editor BPeed. You wouldn't be reading this without his help.
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Vicky was delighted. Everything had played out exactly as Sandra had told her it would. She looked down at her plump naked husband as she guided him to the bathroom to be shaved. Her right hand was placed directly on his jiggling left ass cheek as she opened the door.
"OK, jump in the shower. I'll join you shortly," she said as she smacked his bare bottom.
'God, what a day!' she thought as she made her way to the master bedroom. She sat on the bed and began to recall the events of the day that led to this surprising but deeply satisfying result.
Actually, it all started yesterday when she was at the gym. She heard her phone ping and looked down to read a text from Sandra Wilson at Fem-Tec. She remembered sending off a resume about a month or so ago, but hadn't heard anything from them till now. The text read, "Vicky, this is Sandra Wilson from Fem-Tec. I have read your resume and would like to interview you tomorrow at 10:00 am sharp if you are still interested in a position with us."
Vicky replied immediately. Yes, she was very interested in meeting Ms Wilson. A moment later her phone pinged again with a response from Ms Wilson.
"Perfect, I look forward to meeting you tomorrow." the text went on to include the address and directions to an underground garage. There was also a code included in the text that she was to use on an access pad located next to the elevator door. "Please note, this code is valid from 9:45 to 9:55 am only."
'That's odd,' Vicky thought. She knew a little about Fem-Tec from their website, but it didn't appear that they made anything that would demand this sort of security. 'Well, what the hell?' she thought. She and Danny were in a desperate position and a job was exactly what she needed right now.
Vicky recalled coming home yesterday. She saw that Danny was making something to eat in the kitchen and walked over to give him a peck on the cheek. 'God, he's getting fat!' she recalled thinking. "Hi, Honey, I'm just going to make myself something to eat and do some research on my computer." she said.
"That's fine. Any luck out there today?" he asked.
"Nothing solid. I'm going to do some research on the computer, and then probably make it an early night," she said.
"OK by me," he replied.
Vicky settled down at her computer and brought up the Fem-Tec web site. The main theme seemed to be gentle female dominance! There were plenty of pictures of well dressed women with scantily clad or nude men. Some of the men had interesting and erotic lingerie on! Nothing too heavy and everyone seemed to be having a good time. There was also a page with various products for sale. There were many male sex products, including lots of cock toys and various lingerie items. There was also a large selection of female stimulation devices. Everything looked like good quality high end items and were priced like it.
As she continued to scan the web site Vicky noticed that there appeared to be several levels not accessible without access codes. Hmm, she thought. They obviously are selling more than what they want the general public to see. Well, I guess I'll find out more tomorrow she remembered thinking.
She recalled her nervousness as she entered the garage. She slowly drove around until she spotted the elevator. She parked the van and waited until exactly 9:45 to open her door. She exited the vehicle and walked briskly to the elevator and entered the code. The door slid silently open and she entered quickly. There were no buttons to push. The elevator started. It quietly transported her to its programed destination.
Vicky barely noticed the elevator stopping as the door slid open to reveal a mid sized waiting room. She recalled stepping out onto the highly polished wood floors, her eyes scanning the rest of the room. There was a large peach colored L- shaped sectional with aqua green throw pillows in the center with two large wing chairs set to the left of the sofa. A table sat between them. The room was painted a soothing pastel aqua green.
That's not what drew her attention though she fondly recalled. There was a six foot glass desk directly in front of her and behind that desk stood a drop dead gorgeous young man. He was wearing some kind of parody of a dress shirt. It was white with three cartoonish large fake buttons up the front. It looked like it had been painted on him and showed every muscle and curve on his chiseled chest. It had short sleeves just off his well muscled but lean shoulders and ended a couple of inches above his belly button which was obviously pierced and from which dangled a short gold chain with a small bell attached. His "pants" consisted of a semi sheer black material that sat low on his hips and high on his legs. They reminded her of "pretty boy" shorts she had seen for sale on the Fem Tec site. They did nothing to conceal an obvious bulge over his crotch. His feet were bare and there wasn't a trace of hair on his magnificent body.
"Welcome Ma'am, Ms Wilson is expecting you. My name is Buffy. Can I offer you anything, tea, coffee or perhaps a bottle of water?" he asked respectfully.
Vicky giggled as she remembered the moment and her reaction fondly. "No, thank you. I'm fine." she stammered as she stared at this vision of male perfection.
"Please have a seat while I let Ms Wilson know you're here," Buffy continued and turned to walk towards a door set off to her right. Vicky's eyes were drawn to his barely covered bottom proudly sporting the Fem-Tec logo in pink. Buffy continued on his mission. His taut ass had a wonderful little bounce to it as he set off, his tiny bell tingling softly.
'Oh my God!' she remembered thinking as her panties started to moisten.
Vicky slid into the very comfy wing back facing the reception desk and enjoyed the show the young man was putting on. 'Buffy?' she wondered. Well, it did kind of suit him. A cute name for a cute boy. She watched as the boy stepped through the door and out of her sight.
Where in the world would they find someone that gorgeous willing to wear such an erotic and demeaning outfit, she wondered. He practically screamed "boy toy."
As Vicky settled into the chair she attempted to gather her thoughts. It was obvious, she remembered thinking, that this was not going to be a normal interview and Fem -Tec was not a normal company. Her mind was whirling as Buffy re-entered the waiting room.
"Ms Wilson will see you now," said the boy as he held the door open for her. He was standing up straight, his shoulders back and his feet were spread apart at shoulder width. He stood as close to the wall as he could allowing Vicky to pass through the door with ease. It took all of her will power not to reach out and fondle his well displayed package as she passed through the door!
"It's the door on the left. Please allow me," Buffy said as he moved towards the closed door and knocked twice.
"Enter," she heard. Buffy reached to open the door and then assumed the same position he used to open the previous door.
A woman who appeared to be in her early forties rose gracefully from her chair and extended her hand. She was dressed impeccably in an obviously expensive and well tailored business suit. Her light brown hair was done into a stylish mid-length bun and her slight makeup looked professionally done. She practically exuded wealth and power.
"Welcome," she said. Her voice was pleasant and commanding.
Vicky reached across the desk and shook her hand. She had a pleasant and firm grip she remembered.
"Thank you Ms Wilson, it's a pleasure to meet you."