Now this story is a little different to some of my previous ones. It's still told in the in 'first person,' as many of my tales are. But they are told by the male character normally, but it's the female who tells this one. Oh, there are some REAL people contained within, but NONE of those are directly involved. They are just watched on the T.V. by the actual participants, doing their day job as it were. Although, and they are all professional sportsman, i have changed some details of how one of their number's career path has taken.
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TERMS OF EMPLOYMENT
'GOTCHA!' I thought to myself as he pulled his head aside, and his eyes away from my nylon coated legs. 'Thought you'd get away with it eh? Well, you need to be taught a lesson, young man, although not here and now! No, I'll wait for a bit, before I confront you, and hopefully get my wicked way with you!'
Now, although I've gone over the forty years old mark, my legs are still in quite good shape, thank you very much, hence the young man's ogling of them. Clearly suggesting that he also thought I'd still got it. For he was in his early twenties, I'd been employing him for just over a year now, and to be totally honest he'd done some damn fine work during that time, he'd proved to be a real asset to the Company that I both owned and ran. So, I'd have to be careful, I didn't want to lose him. But I did want to shag him! And what I really wanted to do was to tie him securely to my bed before we partook in that activity!
My late husband had died about three years ago now, and, believe me we'd had a great sex life, with bondage, in both orientations, consisting of a large part of that. But then he'd been taken away from me, a completely avoidable accident resulting in his early death. Which did result in myself receiving a very large payout from the responsible party's insurers.
Now, being a smart businesswoman, well I like to think so, I used that money wisely. Firstly, it enabled me to redeem the mortgage on my home, reducing some of my outgoings quite considerably. Then I was able to buy rather than rent the premises I used to run my business from. And invest in some new plant. Again, reducing my costs. All of this instead of taking flash holidays, or buying new cars, etc. And it allowed me to keep busy, which did assist in enabling me to cope with Gerald's loss to a fair degree.
And from that point onwards my business began to thrive, as I did manage to complete some very shrewd deals, raising my profits quite considerably. Now I could treat myself to a new car, an Alfa Romeo, and start to enjoy life a little more. Which hopefully would include resuming my dormant sex life!
Obviously when I'd first taken young Harold Miller, or Harry as we all call him, on as an employee, taking him to my bed was the very thing last thing on my mind. I'd hired him to do a job, and like I say he did so very well. I mean, at just twenty-two years of age he could almost be my son, and I was sure that such a good-looking lad as him was bound to have a girlfriend in his life. So, I never looked at him in that manner, if you know what I mean.
However, as well as his excellent work, I soon noticed that things were occurring in the reverse direction. If I didn't look at him 'that way,' I clocked him 'checking me out' quite a few times. Now, like EVERY human being, I too have an ego, and I'll be totally honest, I found it far more complimentary than offensive. I mean what female in my position wouldn't? A young stud showing a desire to bed a forty-year old woman?
Harry then bought his first property, a small two-bedroom house. How did I know? Well as his employer, the mortgage company he'd used to finance the purchase naturally approached me to verify his income details. So now, I knew he couldn't afford to lose his job!
I know I shouldn't have, it's against all ethical codes of conduct naturally, but I actually now started to consider if I could actually use that situation to in fact, not just take this delicious young man to my bed, but securely tie him to it! And, whilst generally I'm not one for blowing my own trumpet, well I didn't manage to set up and continue to run a successful business without a brain in my head, did I? And one thing I did notice about young Harry, is that just like quite a large proportion of the male population, I could catch his attention far more if I was wearing sheer nylon stockings.
So, when I saw him sitting down clocking me one day, fully realising that he wasn't aware that I had done so, I exercised my plan. For, what I wanted was evidence, it would be no good just confronting him, he'd simply just deny it, and how could I prove it? So, I deliberately turned away from him, took out my mobile phone switching it to 'video record' mode, and then started a ghost conversation with a 'client' making out that I was watching something they had e-mailed to me. As I, in a completely random manner approached his desk then I was filming him staring at my legs, catching him clearly doing so, before he really noticed my presence and, as I'd said before, looked swiftly away. I simply carried on as before, continuing my pretence that I'd being watching somebody else's 'film' and made no display that I'd 'caught him in the act' at all. Before turning around and returning to my office. Probably leaving him there, sighing with relief that he'd got away with it.
Once back at my desk, I checked out my work and there was no doubt, he'd been staring at my nylon coated pins in a way that could clearly be considered sexual harassment! Like I say, 'GOTCHA!' But I didn't act straight away, one of the reasons for my success in life is that I am patient, and am more than willing to wait, if necessary, to seize the right time to act. I wanted this young man in my hands for an entire weekend, and there was one of those complete with a bank holiday Monday following very shortly. Meaning I could have him for three days instead of just the normal two!
Therefore, late on the Friday afternoon just preceding that bank holiday weekend, I called him into my office just before clocking off time at four-thirty. Raising some small point with him, that really could have waited until next Tuesday, I deliberately took the conversation until we'd passed the point where the office hours finished. "Now I appreciate that it's just gone past half-four, but I'm afraid I need to discuss a, rather, how shall we say, delicate matter with you. Do you need to rush off for anything at all? I know it's a long weekend, do you have any plans for it at all?" I knew he was single by now, incidentally.
"No, you're alright Mrs Fairbrother, I've nothing planned, and as is so bloody typical, the weather's forecast to be poor, why is it always so on these long weekends? No, I've not made any plans at all. Just watch the footy probably, and go down the pub. What's on your mind?"
"So, you don't mind stopping here a bit while I explain something to you then? It shouldn't take too long." Just all weekend, sonny boy!
"Not at all."
"Thank you, could you just excuse me a minute?" I got up from my desk, left the office, making sure that I left the door open so Harry could hear me, and called out to the charge hand, the person responsible for checking everything that should be was switched off and locked up.
"It's alright Tom, I've got to stay here for a bit anyway, I'll do all that. You get off and enjoy the long weekend."
"Thanks, Mrs Fairbrother. Same to you!" And he left. Leaving me totally alone with my prey! Oh, don't you worry about that, I thought to myself, I very much will enjoy it!
Returning to my desk, I now fired up the software within the computer there, that plays music or videos, Media-Player, I believe it's called. Because if Harry had no idea just how this interview was going to play out, I'd had over two weeks to prepare for it, and so was well and truly ready for it.
"If you could just watch this, please, like I say it shows beyond any doubt some inappropriate behaviour on your part. I will have to decide what action I need to undertake as a result." And, unbeknown to him, all of the following conversation was being recorded, like I say, I was fully prepared!
His face dropped, as his eyes widened in fear as the view of him clearly ogling my stocking coated legs displayed itself on the screen of my P.C. "Mrs Fairbrother," he started to stammer, clearly taken by surprise and scared, "I can only apologise unreservedly!"
