Hi. My name is Janet. As you know, from my first three instalments, I'm an enthusiast for sexual pleasure. Some would call me a slut but that's not how I see myself. I think of myself as a free spirit taking and giving pleasure where and when I can. Nobody is exploiting me and I'm not exploiting them. Not often anyway. Though some are hurt a bit that I don't want more of a relationship with them. I'm sorry boys; it's just that I don't want to eat in the same restaurant every night.
Edwin and I - you remember Edwin, the world's best pussy-eater- are in some sort of relationship now. But he is a free spirit too and we are not about to buy a semi in Southgate and have babies. Trust me girls, if Edwin had pleasured you, you would remember him.
Anyway, today's memoir is an exception to the rule. My friend, Sue Barron, was very grateful to me for introducing Toby to her. It's been a lot of years since she had enjoyed anyone his age (with the sexual strength and stamina that youth brings) and his evenings and lunchtimes with me had developed his skills enormously. And, despite the age gap, Sue it seems provides something that Toby really likes. I'm very happy for them. With Edwin in my life my need for Toby has declined. We still check in occasionally and I'm pleased to report that Sue has tamed some of his impatience.
I digress. Sue and I were chatting over a glass of Pinot a couple of months ago and she told me that Sir Edward, our MD, had the hots for me. She didn't actually say that but that's what she meant. "Your name gets mentioned considerably more than most of the HR managers and since the ball last month it seems to crop up even more. I think it provides....opportunities...for you to, er ....progress."
My ball dress had certainly caught the attention of a number of my colleagues that night. And of several colleagues' husbands and boyfriends. I ended up that night in the arms of the North Western regional sales manager, who was also there by himself and had a handy room at the Mardlin. Which was OK. Not the greatest of lovers but good fun and discreet and back off to Preston out of the way the next evening. But of much more interest were the business cards from Alison's husband and Bridget's new French boyfriend. And the snatched ten minutes with Paul from Marketing while his wife was with a group of girls on the dance floor. Who knew that he had such a lot hidden away in his trousers. At the first opportunity I mean to get to know Paul and his boy a whole lot better.
I have nothing against Bridget but her Frenchman seems very very cute and very very interested in getting to know me. Alison on the other hand is an absolute bitch who I loathe with a passion. It would be a gross misuse of my position in HR to get her sacked but borrowing and bedding her hunky husband will give me and him a great deal of pleasure.
"I think you should find reasons to come down to my office a lot more. I'll let you know when he's around and not too busy."
Which was not something I had really considered before. Not that I had anything against using my charms to develop my career. My first job I got purely on merit but my next move, up to London, had certainly been helped by 'sleeping with ' the interviewer. The interview was at four and the girl from HR was idly chatting while we waited for the third panellist to arrive. "Will you travel back to Gloucester this evening?"
"No, I'm staying overnight so I can see a couple of agencies in the morning." Whoops. I probably shouldn't have said that "Naturally I'm really hoping I get this job, but ... since I'm in town....it just seemed....."
"Very sensible. It always pays to have options and alternatives." Mr Callaghan paused. Weighing the options and plucking up courage. "Staying with friends?"
"No, I've booked in at a hotel round the corner from here." Now I weighed the options. "I was going to stay at a Premier Inn but a friend suggested I stay at the Lion. He said the food's good and the lounge was nice to sit and relax."
The interview went OK. Mr Callaghan, the department head, seemed keener on me than the other two. But it felt reasonably positive. Jenny said they had others to see and would be in touch and I said how enthusiastic I was and Mr Callaghan wished me well while looking at my chest. "I do hope we meet again" I said. And wrote '7?' on the pad in front of me. Jenny escorted me out.
I changed into something less demure, more casual, and installed myself with a small glass and a book in the lounge at 6.50. Bless him, at 7.01 precisely Rob Callaghan walked in. At about 7.31 I demonstrated that casual on the outside could mask raunchy underneath. At 7.41 he agreed I would fill the job vacancy perfectly and at 7.42, as I agreed he could fill me, the randy old goat took wicked advantage of me. And then again after dinner. Again about 2.30 in the morning without even asking if I was awake (I was) and a final time in the shower before breakfast. Who would have thought he had it in him.
But that was then, and this is now. So I made it my business to deliver the recruitment statistics personally to Sue, for her boss's attention, the following Tuesday. Sue, in her new role as procuress, had made sure he knew I was coming and he had told her that he had some questions so would she make sure that I didn't rush off. "Good afternoon. Janet, isn't it? Miss Anselm?"
"Mrs"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I just... I thought.. I understood you were single. Anyway, you're our head office recruitment specialist?
"That's right Sir, I am single these days but I just feel that once a woman is out of her twenties... and yes, I manage our recruitment, here and at a couple of the other offices. I gather you had some questions for me?" Sue was right. He was attracted to me. But this was a big fish. Angling for big fish and pulling them in takes care and time. Let's get the work stuff out on the table first.
"Maggie" (that's my director) "speaks very highly of you. And Andrew Bowman from Preston was saying at the Sales meeting that you were an asset. Have you done work outside the recruitment field?"
An asset eh? What sort of ROI was Andrew expecting? He hadn't invested much in me yet!
"Yes, certainly. I like to think of myself as ...fully rounded.. as a manager." I thought describing myself as a smartly curvaceous HR professional might be going too far at this stage. "Not payroll of course but all the aspects calling for ...personal interaction. I like to think I'm good at ...handling people. You have to take care of people in business but sometimes you have be firm too. To stay a bit detached; not to pry into their private lives." Not just an elevator pitch for me. I strongly believed that whether a colleague was married or not, in a relationship or even bisexual, was not really my concern.
"That's good to hear. There are always opportunities in this company for managers with a positive approach. Now, these figures........". And that was it. No flirting, though I did make sure that my back view was displayed to best advantage as I left. I had dressed carefully in a skirt that flattered me. And black tights of course. Men like black. Especially older men.
Sue and I made sure that Sir Edward's path and mine crossed several times over the next month. And in the meantime I paid special attention to the recruitment needs of marketing. A new department was opening at Edinburgh as we paid more targeted attention to the Scottish market. Paul and I had to go there for three days of interviews. I could have sent Maria but I thought this one deserved my personal attention. We flew up on Monday afternoon and met our local agent for an early dinner. By nine we were in bed -well, on the bed - in his room. We would still pay for two rooms to keep up appearances but Paul sorted something with the desk so we got to share a suite.
Paul does have a lot to offer a girl and he offered it to me a lot over our four nights there. That first night was fantastic. I had chosen my underwear (crimson just for a change) with especial care to provide lots of play value. His came off pretty quickly. I couldn't technically, in view of our snatched liaison at the ball, claim that 'great first feel of his cock moment' but it was good to get reacquainted and to do so properly. On my hands and knees, still half-dressed and very aroused from our six hours of verbal warm up and twenty minutes of groping and stroking and kissing I let him push my loose silky panties to one side and push into me. Big is not essential but big can certainly be lovely and I was more than ready to have Paul stretch me and fill me right up.
We had a successful week and made some good hires. And enjoyed lots of great sex. Mostly with each other! On Wednesday afternoon we were interviewing Megan. 28. Hot as hell. Very interested in the job and shamelessly throwing herself at Paul. I thought we might play her at her own game so I went off into some bullshit routine about functions and partners and how important it was not to let the company's image down and Megan told us all about her lovely lawyer boyfriend who played rugby and how we would love him as much as she did. So when we suggested that we meet him for dinner as a sort of third interview she rather disappointedly said yes. She clearly thought her play for Paul had got her nowhere. I thought it all depended on how fit her boyfriend was.
Dinner was interesting. Two young, and normally confident, professionals who were both rather nervous. Megan clearly wanted the job and was a perfectly good candidate. There was little to chose between her and Anne, except for her body. Which was lovely. Duncan was lovely too. Paul and I were both interested and we knew that, this afternoon, Megan was too. So would Duncan be interested in me and were they both able to flirt in the presence of their partner?
Paul paid Megan lots of attention and I did my level best to distract Duncan. But she kept nervously glancing over at him and her style was clearly being cramped. She and I went to wash our hands together. On the way back I steered her into the bar for a quick chat. "I think your Duncan is a very attractive young man Megan. Is he very jealous and possessive too? I'd hate to see anything stand in the way of you following up on your earlier presentation to Paul."
