CHAPTER 1
Susan Lewis and husband Reg came home from the wedding, feeling tired, drunk and very much lighter in the pocket after the big wedding that had seen their twenty-seven-year old daughter Tina marry her childhood sweetheart Alan Nichols.
It was a marriage that lasted nine months, culminating with Tina absolutely sick of the jerk. He'd crashed his car and was still wrangling with the insurance company and had lost his job and had instructed his attorney to sue the bastards. If that wasn't enough, the jerk was so stressed he was unable to sustain an erection.
"I think we should divorce," the blonde with small tits suggested and for once her mother-in-law agreed with her and pushed her son to initiate proceedings, accepting Tina's argument that with her gone Bob would gain peace of mind and be able to move back home to cut down on his living expenses.
With that settled and most of the legalities completed, Susan arrived back home, embarrassing her mom who was more concerned about what her friends would think than her part in steering her daughter into a loveless and unworkable marriage.
Tina played the shamed and rejected woman for a couple of days, remaining in bed and crying whenever anyone went near her. On the third day she rose and said to her mom, "I've finished playing out this charade. I feel free and should act accordingly."
"That's fine," said her mom, thinking of that huge cost of the wedding." Go find a job."
That ruthlessness comment shocked Tina. She'd expected sympathy and a little speech proclaiming, 'Our home is your home for as long as your wish to be with us darling'.
That the fuck had happened to her mom's scriptwriter?
Unfortunately for Tina she'd undertaken a degree in public health, finishing with a BSPH with the vague intention of working in environmental health despite discovering she was really turned off the occupation after being involved in field work as part of her studies. To her astonishment she graduated near the top of her class, realizing later that others in her class were either incompetents or like her had wandered into college thinking they'd made a commitment without being totally committed. Those four years of drifting and feeling, well, incompetent although she'd enjoyed straight academic studies was another blot on her young life.
Convinced that life could only get better for her and with her mom continuing to apply pressure, Tina tried for several positions but was told her degree was 'useless' or, more politely, 'is less that the minimum qualification we accept'.
Oh shit. Waiting tables or prostitution (presumably there was a degree of difference) appeared her most likely chance to provide money to survive when the parental supply of cash dried up. Then she received a call from a Miss West at one of the agencies she was registered with.
"We have a guy looking for a PA and happened to see your photograph on our website. Would you like to come in for a job-matching interview?"
"Job matching for what?"
"Oh to test your suitability for working for him and to test your proficiency. We will assemble your profile but we don't have his. However I'll hand him our report and it's up to him to make his decision."
"Nah, I don't care for involving myself in that sort of shit. Bye."
Cutting the call Tina thought the jerks who worked for job agencies were unbelievable, using mumbo-jumbo to get a job fit but in this case only testing one the two parties for compatibility. Jesus!
The next morning she took a call.
"Miss or Mrs Nicholas?"
"No."
"Oh but I was sure I was calling..."
"I have reverted to my maiden name. I'm Tina Lewis."
"Oh, pardon me. I'm Mrs Street of Citation Hotel speaking on behalf of Tony Ross, general manager. He will lunch with you today at 2:00 at City Professional and Business Club."
"Says who?"
"Oh Erica West from Able Recruitment Agency said you were tough with a no-nonsense manner. I think I see what she means. We are a small family company attempting to run a big new hotel and need to recruit top back-up personnel."
"I see."
"Do you stay at hotels Tina?"
"Yes I've stay two nights in one when I was fifteen, I think."
"Oh dear."
Tina said with relief, "So I'm deemed unsuitable?"
"I suppose so."
"But Mrs Street, don't you think you and Mr Tony Ross were playing a long shot to believe I'd stay regularly at hotels?"
"Oh I guess we were but I'm surprised you recalled our names so readily."
"I'm good with people, hopeless at interviews. Goodbye Mrs Street. I guess you stay at other hotels regularly?"
"Yes I do. Oh my, your mind does work in an interesting way. We will pay you $100 cash to attend that luncheon today. I have a hunch about you."
"Are you the company financial controller?"
"Yes and you even got that right and I guess you were thinking how would you get that hundred dollars?"
"Something like that."
"I shall place it in Tony's top pocket."
"At the club people watching Tony hand over a hundred bucks might think I'm a low-charging prostitute?"
"Oh Tony is going to have a ball lunching with you darling. Goodbye and good luck. I do hope you'll come aboard."
Susan almost over-balanced when Tina entered the room. She almost stuttered, "Y-you can't go to the City Professional and Business Club dressed like that?"
"Who says I can't? I'm not going there to appear before the committee for membership approval."
"Y-you like... like... oh god, I can't say it."
"A highly successful young business woman whose office is a street pole that she leans against until some guy winds down the car window and grins or scowls and asks how much?"
"Oh god," her mom sighed, collapsing on to the sofa.
"Bye mom."
Susan wheezed, "Good luck darling."
The dining room was almost full and rather noisy but the noise petered out as the maitre 'd marched unsmiling in front of the blonde with a short hair cut, a black frilly dress with a plunging neckline that and a hem that ended six inches below the top of her hipbones and then came thick orange stockings and black shoes with six-inch glass heels. As well as that outrageous appearance, the young broad was openly smiling at everyone.
Everyone now waited to see which naughty member would stand to claim his 'lady' with her unfettered bouncing breasts.
There was a huge buzz when young Tony Ross stood, grinning. His attorney father Robert was currently president of the club, although not in the clubrooms that day, and Tony's grandfather, who had founded Ross & Partners, Attorneys at Law, had been a former president and had been patron of the club at the time of his death.
People still interested watched Tony take a bill from his top pocket and hand it to the young woman who smiled and spoke to him. They shook hands.
Another buzz went through the room. Why hadn't they kissed?
Tony had been forewarned. Sandra Street had said, 'This one is so different, perhaps wacky enough for you to like her. I think she'll attempt to shock you'.
Watching her enter behind the smirking Fred, marching as if he were still in the Army, Tony was thinking she wasn't even wearing a bra. He wondered if panties had also been left at home. Completing the short study he concluded apart from the breast wobble she walked well, had great legs and disregarding the clothing she might even have style. Sandra had said she'd sounded well spoken and appeared to be a confident communicator so perhaps this was indeed his new PA/VIP Greeter.
