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This story is a prequel to "An Executive Party", providing background information on one of the main characters.)
How I Became a Company Whore
My name is Myra Reasoner, but I was born Myra Hernandez and that was still my name when the events of my story occurred. This is a cautionary tale, more about what young women shouldn't do, than what they should do. I was raised in a bilingual environment, speaking Spanish at home and English at school. I was also raised as a good Catholic girl, although my life's path diverged from that as I became more mature.
I was quiet and well-behaved in school, even though I lost my virginity while still an adolescent. I still didn't date a lot until early in my senior year, my boobs sprouted and started growing. For several months, I was having to change bra sizes like every three weeks. Needless to say, my popularity with the guys increased almost as rapidly as my cup size. I already had a narrow waist and nice-sized hips.
My mother was an attractive woman, but somewhat buxom. I suppose she ate too many tortillas. My dad was slender, but even as he approached middle age, still an attractive well-formed man. I assumed I got my waist from my father and my boobs from my mother. Much to my parents' dismay my last days in high school were spent as the leading school slut. I thoroughly enjoyed sex in the back seats of cars. It was only later that I learned that those were no optimal conditions. My only saving grace was that I continued to make good grades and consequently received a scholarship that partially paid for my BBA in Marketing.
I minored in accounting, not because I wanted to be a shiny pants bookkeeper, but because I wanted to understand management reporting when later in my career, I inevitably, or so I thought, moved into management.
My popularity continued into my college life at State U., Although I didn't pledge a sorority, mostly for financial concerns, I was quite popular with a series of fraternity brothers, and so I was able to attend many Greek functions and became acquainted with many sisters as well as brothers. The nice thing about dating the brothers were that most were scions of relatively well-to-do families and either had roomy SUV's or were able to swing for a motel room for our liaisons.
In spite of my many liaisons, none of them seemed to last more than a few months and unencumbered by a husband I got a job with a moderately-sized advertising firm in NYC. The founder and CEO was an older man.
On my first day of work, I met with HR and spent a good part of the morning filling out paperwork. Next, I was taken to the office of Maxwell Billingham, VP for Creative Concepts. I had actually met him at my on-campus interview. He spent a half hour or so explaining that I would be in his group and would be responsible for helping with one of the most important parts of the whole advertising business. Our section would be creating the concept for an entire advertising campaign. The first part was creating an approach that the customer relations people, that is, salespeople, could pitch to potential clients. Our second pass would be refining those concepts, if the pitch was successful, so that they could be a guide to the creative arts people. Throughout the whole process, we would be working with salespeople, account managers, and the creative staff, so that everyone understood what was going on.
He then took me to see Carlton Pearman, the firm's founder and CEO. The plan was that he would take me to lunch. After lunch, I would be shown my workspace and Mr. Billingham would explain my first assignment.
At lunch, Mr. Pearman regaled me with tales of his early days struggling to keep Pearman and Associates afloat, and then, as success came, the struggle to maintain quality as the firm grew. He asked me how I was liking Manhattan. I told him my woes in searching for an affordable apartment.
He replied, "Myra, I might be able to help you with that. You're a beautiful woman, and we're all adults here, right?"
I replied, "I'm 22, and I think I'm pretty adult."
He explained, "If you're willing to provide some special services, I think we can find a nice, affordable apartment."
I inquired, "What kind of special services, Mr. Pearman?"
He elaborated, "I'm a man; you're a woman. This would be between you and me after hours."
I thought this is an old man. He's probably forty years older than anybody I have ever been with. On the other hand, I'm horny. It might not be too bad. "I don't know, Mr. Pearman. This seems so sudden."
He replied, "First, call me Carlton. Second, we can explore this further over cocktails after work today. Would that be alright?"
I considered his proposal. Nothing ventured; nothing gained. It couldn't hurt to have some more facetime with the leader of the company. After lunch, Maxwell explained my first assignment. I was to review a presentation that would be made to a potential client early the next week. In addition to the slides, I was given the background information which included ideas for the details needed to launch the campaign. He told me I should provide him with three things. Strong points of the presentation, weak points and how they could be strengthened, and anything that I thought was missing from the campaign concept and sales presentation. I asked him when he wanted it. He said that 8 o'clock Monday morning would be fine. He also told me that if I finished before 5, I could go home early. For now, my home was an inexpensive hotel room, inexpensive by Manhattan standards.
I finished reviewing the proposal around 4 and called Carlton to see if he would like to meet earlier. He said that by coincidence he had also finished early and would meet me in a nearby hotel bar.
We arrived close enough that I saw him going into the hotel. He seemed glad to see me and quickly ordered me a drink. He asked how my first day went, and I told him I thought that it had gone well, but that I would find out for sure when I met with Maxwell first thing Monday morning. He asked if I had found an apartment. I told him I had been unsuccessful so far.
He then said, "As I mentioned earlier, we're all adults here. The company can pay everything for a nice apartment. In return you would provide special services to me Tuesday and Friday evenings after work. I'm not a kinky guy although I do like a little ass-fucking now and then. I can show you the apartment and you can try out providing special services. I think you'll be happy with what I can do for you. We can run over there now, as soon as you finish your drink."
I said, "This is a little sudden. I've never done anything like this before."
He continued, "Let's walk over there and look at the apartment. No obligation. If you like that part. We can slowly move into special services with you being able to stop at any time. Is that a good deal or what? I'll buy you dinner afterward, regardless of what you decide. How does that sound?"
Coyly, I replied, "I guess it wouldn't hurt to at least look at the apartment." Damn, I was already wet and I had no idea what the apartment was like.
We walked over to the apartment building. The first two floors were devoted to businesses. The remaining twenty-four floors were apartments. He informed me that there was basement parking. That wasn't a big deal since I didn't have a car and wasn't planning on acquiring one. He told me there was a sauna, a swimming pool a hot tub, and an exercise area on the roof of the building. The apartment was a two-bedroom, one-bath on the twelfth floor. It looked very nice. The furnishings were luxurious. He told me everything was included including the linens and silverware.
