"Woohoo, look at you!"
"Yeow, sexy mama!"
"Oh baby, lookin' good!"
Margot blushed deeply as the barrage of wolf calls and whistles filled the room. Of all the politically incorrect and harassment-filled workplaces, hers had to be at the top of the list. And she was the boss!
"Jeez, you guys! Have you never seen a woman before?" she scolded. Outwardly she pretended disgust but inside was a spark of pleasure at being noticed. It was a man's world in her business and she had eventually found it best to look and act like her competitors if she was to be taken seriously. Over the years her feminine side had slowly ebbed away until it was almost forgotten. Every now and then she hoped for the day when she could be seen as a woman again but knew it would be a long time coming.
Meanwhile, the four of them, Margot and her three "boys" -- Jimmy, Rick and Dave - had worked together to build her business from the ground up. It had taken long days and endless nights to get there and many times she teetered on the edge of financial disaster but with her work finally turning into a big hit she was now a force to be reckoned with in the gaming industry. The process had brought them close together, almost family. The guys pretended to be old-school when they talked about women around her -- especially when they were designing avatars - but she could give as good as she got and they all knew it was just a big act on everyone's part.
What prompted the guys' reaction this morning was Margot's outfit. In all the time they'd worked together, she had never worn anything but baggy slacks and slouchy tops -- definitely at the sloppy, least feminine end of the wardrobe scale.
Today was different. Two things were coming together on this special day. At long last the industry association had decided to recognize her work at the annual awards dinner and by coincidence it was Jimmy's fortieth birthday. It was cause for a big celebration and Margot had decided to dig into the back of her closet and wear the most womanly clothes she could find. The tight, knitted dress and high heels were a little outdated but the best she could do. She'd even splashed out and bought new hosiery and make-up. After some concentrated effort this morning her auburn hair curled softly around her pretty face, the dress hugged her curves and the hose made her long legs shimmer in the light. She looked a far cry from the day-to-day the guys were used to and they were definitely showing their appreciation.
She smiled and did a small curtsey. "Yes, yes, I know. I clean up pretty well. Go ahead and make fun of me."
"Clean up? Margot, you are lookin' HOT! We had no idea what you were hiding from us all this time." The three guys sat back and stared at her, faces splitting into big grins. Rick turned to Jimmy. "Happy Birthday, old boy! I think your gift just arrived!"
Margot blushed again. "Okay, okay you guys. Reel it back in a little. Remember who's boss around here. Keep it up and there just might have to be some disciplinary action," she grinned.
"Oh jeez, I sure hope so. You'll have to spank me."
"And me!"
"And me!"
Margot shook her head at them and headed for her office. She had cleared her schedule for today but there were still a few loose ends to take care of. Regardless, she knew Jimmy's birthday was special and she had secretly brought in a couple bottles of champagne and some munchies. It would be early, but those corks were going to pop at lunch. It was party time.
For the next few hours there was a constant stream of interruptions from the guys. It was like a conveyor belt, each one coming into her office on some pretense. He'd linger, talk about something completely pointless, eye her up and down and then wander off, only to be replaced by another with the same routine. She knew exactly what was going on. She started to tease them -- showing a little bit of extra thigh while she was sitting, bending over to give them a good view of her ass or brushing her breasts against an arm -- little things that she hoped would distract them. It gave her a shiver each time she felt a pair of eyes examining her. She was surprised by the amount of pleasure it gave her to catch so much attention from them.
Finally she gave up. There was no hope of getting any work done with this going on. She got up and walked back to "The Pit", the circle of desks where the real work was done.
"Okay, I get it. I'm onto you. Look, I'll save you the effort and just stand here for a minute. Get your fill and then calm down. Jeez! 'Attention! There's been a testosterone spill in Aisle Three'." She looked directly at Jimmy. "Happy Birthday, Jimmy." With that, she put her hands behind her head, twirled around and wiggled her hips. The guys went crazy, whistling and hooting at her. She blushed again and grinned. "You know, in your own Neanderthal ways, you guys are making me feel pretty good. Thank you. Now, back to work, hmm? Can we at least pretend we have things to do today?"
"Aww, c'mon Boss. How are we supposed to concentrate today? Big event tonight, big birthday for the man here, you looking so hot -- it's too much! Let's kick back, huh?"
She paused, pretending to give it some deep thought. "Well, okaaay. I suppose I'll lengthen your chains a little. But just for today! You'll owe me big time tomorrow. We still have to meet our launch schedule, don't forget. If we don't release the upgrade soon, it's going to break my bank account."
With that, she went back to her office and pulled the chilled bottles out of the cooler she'd sneaked in yesterday. Corks soon popped, glasses clinked and congratulations were passed around. Margot had been rushed off her feet these last few weeks and was really feeling it. She'd skipped breakfast again this morning. The champagne went straight to her head.
"Whoa, that's got a punch!" she giggled. She sat down on the edge of Jimmy's desk. "Another one of those and I'll be on the floor!"
"Then have another!" rose the chorus.
"You guys...!" she grinned, trying to scold them, failing miserably.
Rick spoke up. "Hey Margot, while you were in your office, we came up with a nice idea for Jimmy's present from the boss. Are you up for it?"
She laughed. "Ha! Sure, I'm all for it. What ridiculously expensive gift am I supposed to buy for you, Jimmy? A yacht? Round the world cruise? Lamborghini?"
Rick again: "Actually, it's a lot simpler than that Margot. We all agreed that the best gift would be for you to show a little of those fabulous legs of yours to the boy. You know -- get the old geezer's heart rate up."
"Oh, come on guys, haven't you had enough fun at my expense already? I mean, there's a limit right? I AM the boss after all. You really should treat me like one once in awhile."
"Aww Margot, it's easy! Just hike up your dress, let him see what you've been hiding all this time. C'mon, you can do it. Just show a little leg - for Jimmy. We'll even make it worth your while."
"How do you mean?"
"Here's the deal: for every inch you hike it up, we'll give you an hour of free work. Can't get better than that, right? It'll be our gift to you for the award. Everybody wins. Jimmy gets a present, you keep the bankers off your back, we all have some fun..."
"Wow, you guys are making it hard to resist."
"So you'll do it? C'mon Margot, say yes!"
"Well..." Margot briefly thought this might be getting out of hand but the champagne was dropping her guard -- quickly. Besides, what was the big deal? If she could give them a thrill by doing something so simple, why not, right? Especially after how hard they'd worked, how much they'd given her? This was just a little bit of fun, a chance to let her hair down, time to play for once. In fact, the thought of showing off in front of her guys made her skin tingle. She obviously felt comfortable around them. Maybe this was going too far but still... "Okay. But realize that this is way out there, right? It's a special day for all of us and if I wasn't feeling so woozy, if you guys weren't being so pushy, if, well, anyway... Okay, here goes. Ready?"
She stood up, set her glass down on the desk and took hold of the hem of her dress. As she bent over, she staggered a little. "Wow, I'm drunker than I thought," she giggled. She slid the bottom of her dress up her thigh an inch.
"Up, up, up!" they chanted, clapping their hands in rhythm. "Up, up, up!"
She lifted it another inch.
