Sandra been working as a pool secretary at Logan Distributing Incorporated for just over two months when word began leaking out that the secretarial pool was going to be cut to near nothing because of computerization. The late owner, old Mr. Logan, had resisted stubbornly the idea of relying upon machines to do what people could do quite well, thank you. It had taken her nearly a year to find this job and she was just to beginning to pay off bills which she had accumulated over the period of her unemployment.
Her parents out in the country had mocked her for wanting to come to the city to work. They had said that she couldn't make it, that she wasn't smart enough or tough enough to deal with city people and pressures. Not being able to find a job and having little in the way of real qualifications, she had nearly gone back home in defeat when, at last, she finally landed this job. She had since vowed that nothing was going to send her back home until she could go home victoriously.
Friday morning late, Mr. Murray, the general manager, began calling secretaries into his office. First, was Emma, middle-aged lady who had worked at the company for 22 years. After about 30 minutes in his office, Emma came out red-eyed and puffy faced, obviously having been crying. Still sobbing softly occasionally, she quickly cleaned out her desk. When the other secretaries went to her to comfort her and find out what had happened, she simply told them that she had been let go because of corporate down-sizing. About that time, the intercom called for Sarah, another longtime employee to go into Mr. Murray's office. Thirty minutes later the same scenario was carried out.
Just before lunch, Janie, a chubby, infectiously happy, one year secretary was called in and released. Everyone in the secretarial pool was on edge and Sandra was near panic.
Just as the lunch chime sounded, her was name called and her heart sank into her heels. She got up with tears already beginning in her eyes and reported to the head secretary who told her quietly to report to young Mr. Logan, the late old man's 40 year old son who was now president of the company. She wondered why she was being called to his office instead of Mr. Murray's but she timidly presented herself in his office to the lovely, young receptionist there. She buzzed Mr. Logan on the intercom and sent Sandra straight in.
Mark Logan was a handsome, well-built man with the self-confident ways belonging to one who has always been a winner. A star athlete in high school, a social and academic standout in college, married to a lovely woman, the father of three beautiful kids and the new owner and president of Logan Distributing Inc., he certainly had everything a man could want.
When Sandra entered his office, Mr. Logan was sitting behind his enormous desk reading some papers. He looked up and gestured to a chair in front of his desk. Sandra sat down and waited with her heart sinking into the void in the pit of her stomach.
After a short eternity, Mr. Logan looked up and said, "I have good news and bad news -- and this is not a joke!
"Sandra, your current position is, regrettably, being phased out of our operations as are many others which have outgrown their usefulness given our current level of technology. I'm sure you've noticed that several of your fellow secretarial pool workers have already been dismissed. That's the bad news.
"I'm sure, also, that you've heard that my executive assistant has been dismissed as well as my personal secretary," he continued.
"Are you aware of what services they rendered to me, Sandra?" he asked. When no indication was given by Sandra, he inquired, "Have you heard the rumors as to why they were terminated?"
After a moment of furious mental assessment, Sandra quietly said, "No sir. I haven't heard."
"Sandra," he said with exasperation in his voice, "that answer either qualifies you as a liar or as someone who is hopelessly out of touch with what is going on in this company -- neither of which I'm in the market for. Instead of asking you which is the case, I'm going to ask for clarification on whether or not you've heard the rumors as to why those two ladies were fired from my personal staff."
Quickly now, Sandra replied fearfully, "Well, yes sir, I have heard some rumors but I didn't give them any credibility."
With a hint of a smile of his face, Mark Logan queried her, "What was the exact cause that the rumors are saying led to the two ladies being released?"
With her mind whirling with indecision, Sandra finally answered, "The rumors say that they didn't live up to your expectations."
With a snort of a laugh, Mr. Logan replied, "That' very diplomatic, but you're going to have to do better than that. What exactly are the rumors saying about their firing."
Resignedly, Sandra answered, "The rumors say that you used both women for sex, especially when they traveled with you and that they were fired because they refused to have sex with some clients that you told them to entertain. But I never believe rumors, Mr. Logan!" she hastened to explain.
Without blinking an eye, Mark Logan said, "The rumors are correct on both accounts."
After hesitating for a moment which was filled with shocked silence, he continued. "Both of those ladies knew that sex was part of the bargain when they signed on with me, making much, much more than any of you in the secretarial pool or any other executive assistants around. They were let go when they refused to fulfill my desires."
After letting that information settle in Sandra's mind, he again spoke. "The position of executive assistant is now open. My executive assistant is responsible for making sure that my travel arrangements are made, that I have all of the necessary information regarding clients and business arrangements, and that I have all of the information necessary for negotiations to go as smoothly as possible. If necessary, she may be part of the negotiated settlement, on a very short term basis, of course. She usually travels with me, as does my personal secretary, and they are both responsible for seeing to my personal needs and desires. When those needs and desires relates to others, so be it!
"My new executive assistant will, of course, be responsible for getting a new personal secretary to fill the vacant spot on my staff and will be in charge of my office and business affairs."
He waited for several seconds and then added, "Sandra, your old job is now gone, but I'm offering you the position as my executive assistant if you want it. I want you to make your decision with your eyes wide open, so if you have a question about what that means, ask now."
Sandra knew that taking the job meant becoming Mark Logan's personal toy and sexual pawn -- in essence, his personal whore. On the other hand, she desperately needed the job and would be making more than she ever dreamed, not to mentioned being bedded regularly by one of most sought after "hunks" around.
Embarrassedly and with her eyes downcast, Sandra timidly spoke, "Mr. Logan, I'm not a virgin but I'm also not very experienced. I don't think I would be very good for what you want. I need the job but I just don't think that I'm good enough at sex for you."
While she was speaking, Mr. Logan's eyes were glued on her. Those eyes roamed from her shoulder-length hair past her lovely face, down a delectable figure to marvelous legs. When she was finished with her speech, he laughed and said, "Sandra, look at me."
When she had looked up and into his eyes, he continued, "Knowing what you know about the requirements of this job, if I think you qualify and if I would teach you what you need to learn, do you want the job? Yes or no!"
