This story contains characters from other stories but is intended as stand alone.
All comments and feedback are gratefully received as I'm hoping the feedback will encourage improvements in my work. This is a work of fiction from the deep dank recesses of my mind and any resemblance to real people is purely accidental.
This story contains an element of group sex but is predominantly lesbian sex, if this not to your liking, please visit some of my other submissions, otherwise I hope you enjoy.
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Daisy had been recruited under a new initiative that went looking for certain type of people that would have otherwise fallen under the traditional recruitment radar. At the very start of Daisy meeting Lynda, the companies Head of HR, the young woman winced when Lynda addressed her as Daisy. It was obviously a well-rehearsed line when the young woman said "Daisy? Who'd have thought? My mum wanted a pretty little girl that she could put bows in her hair and instead she got me. Please call me Day." The look was completed by a big pair of heavy black boots and began with a ring through her nose, various tattoo's down both sleeves and a combination of jet-black hair with a bright red fringe. It was obvious to Lynda, a mother of two daughters, that Daisy liked to shock people and Lynda did her best cool mum to start her conversation.
Looking at her notes Lynda started with the whole "This is not an interview" line but launched straight in with "I see your degree is in Art History. Is that where your passions lie or was that the easiest subject to take at Uni?" Lynda asked with a twisted grin.
Daisy could see from Lynda's expression that the older woman was looking for a reaction and so decided to take the offensive by replying "When you've been diagnosed with Dyslexia, your choice of subject matters dwindles somewhat". 'Take that' thought Daisy but quickly had to change her mind.
Lynda leant forward and changed her expression to one of admiration "So you have Dyslexia and yet still managed an impressive score on your degree. In which case young lady, I take my hat off to you -- if I were wearing one. I think you might just be the kind of stubborn, pig-headed, or should I say determined, individual we want working at Angels. May I also say that our Art Editor is going to flip when he sees your Tattoos. Do you mind if I take a closer look at them?"
As Lynda had intended, Daisy was a little lost for words at the moment and simply nudged her chair forward and extended her right arm for the older woman to inspect. "Mmm, I like the work on some of these although it's obvious you have two? No. I'm guessing three different artists work here."
"Four actually but yes, two are very similar in their work. I can see why you'd say three" Daisy corrected.
Lynda nodded and ran her hand up Daisy's arm turning it slightly at one point to get a better look at one of them. Daisy hadn't expected physical contact but promptly turned her arm in acceptance. As her hand travelled past the young girl's elbow, Daisy's heart started to beat faster -- how far would she go? Lynda then stopped and tapped Daisy's favourite, two gender symbols intertwined but instead of it being male and female it was two female symbols, "I especially like this one. Would I be right in assuming that you are a Lesbian?"
Daisy started to get defensive and shot back "Yes. Why?" expecting to be fobbed off with some lame reason as to why these people didn't want her.
Lynda shrugged and replied "No particular reason but it reinforces a conversation I had recently with my eldest daughter after yet another disastrous relationship with a boy. I suggested she started dating older, more mature men or turn her back completely on men and try and find a nice woman for a change."
Once again, Daisy had to re-think her initial thoughts of this woman but still felt compelled to ask, "And what would be your reaction be if she brought another woman home to meet you?"
Lynda shrugged again and confessed "I'd be delighted if she found someone that treated her right -- man or woman - and they allowed each other their own space, or did you mean the whole same sex thing? As a bi-sexual I have nothing against same sex. In fact, between you and I, as Head of HR I'm looking to do a bit of positive discrimination based on orientation and race. Better informed employees make better decisions." Lynda paused before correcting herself "No that's not quite right, it sounds like I'll offer a job just because of the person's orientation. It helps but rather than try and squeeze you into a box that doesn't sit comfortably with you, we prefer that you bring your own box, and we accommodate it as is."
Daisy looked confused "Does that mean you are offering me a job."
Lynda took a moment to reflect and nodded "In a roundabout way, Yes I am. We'll encourage you to try all the departments before making a decision on where you prefer to work but if I know my Art Director, he'll be putting a strong claim in for you becoming his assistant -- he does have the weight of the world on his shoulders at certain times of the year. One thing though, would you mind if we brought an expert on Dyslexia in so we can make the working environment as good for you as possible?"
Daisy really wasn't expecting this conversation this afternoon "You mean once you decide if I'll be staying."
Lynda deflected that comment with "Oh no, we'll try and get it sorted within a week or so. That way, when YOU decided where you want to work it will have been based on the best possible environment. We would learn something about being a better workplace and you might teach us a few tricks on how we market ourselves for people we perhaps haven't considered in the past. When can you start?"
The reality was the Head of HR was part of a group of bi-sexual women at the company and she was on the lookout for new recruits to the group. To outsiders, and most of the employees for that matter, this group were just employees. In reality each department head had two departments -- one to do the actual work and the second whose main purpose was to have lesbian sex with as many people within the group as possible. Don't get me wrong they did do some work and doubled up as extra resource when departments were busy and had to meet deadlines.
The exception to the group was John, the Art Editor and photographer for the images used in their lingerie catalogue. He was the technical expert that made all this possible and the CEO's right-hand man. He managed to sleep with a number of members who hadn't given up cock all together, but he photographed many sapphic hook ups for the rest of the group to enjoy. After being let down one too many times by professional models he had come up with the idea of using the employees as the models and pay them what he would have spent on professional models. It was a rarity for people to turn down his requests as they were informed that heads would be cropped from the catalogue images and tell-tale birth marks, or tattoos were photoshopped so that families didn't go asking too many questions. It meant extra work for him, but it also meant he got to see a number of his colleagues in lingerie and many ended having sex with him, but he didn't push those that were living a wholly lesbian lifestyle.
As was the practice at the company, Daisy's first day was spent meeting the department heads and occasionally some of their staff if they were free. Each new recruit was given two weeks in each department to see if they liked the work, it had the advantage of making each employee aware of the entire companies processes so that they could be called upon to help other departments in the knowledge that when they in turn were busy, the favour would be reciprocated.
Mid way through her first afternoon Daisy was ushed into Johns spacious office for his time with her. This is the one that Daisy had been looking forward to. Being dyslexic, she found traditional word and number driven departments harder work than design which is where she had excelled at school and Uni. John stood up from behind his desk, walked towards her and took her right hand to shake saying "Welcome. Lynda has pre-warned me about you joining us and I have to say that I was particularly looking forward to sitting down for a chat with you. Please take a seat -- Day I think Lynda tells me you prefer to be called. Can I get you a drink?"
The young lady normally liked to dress to keep people away although she had toned down the dress and boots from last week, but the nose piercing was still there, and her dress only partially hid her tattoos along both sleeves. She inclined her head and replied "Thank you. A water will do just fine. Lynda has warned me that you'd try and monopolise me once we had met."
John smiled mischievously and replied "I can't possibly think what she intended" while wearing a false hurt expression. With the drinks dispensed John sat on the opposite sofa and started "Lynda has given me a potted history of your conversation last week; she was at pains to tell me about some of the art you are wearing on your sleeves. As a photographer I'd like to study them with the camera at some point. Lynda has also detailed that she is getting some advice from an expert in how we can make the work environment more comfortable and rather than draw adverse attention to your Dyslexia, we enhance and encourage what I consider a superpower." He picked up a printed piece of paper from his desk adding "She has also shared your degree score with me knowing it would be of special interest. Well, done young lady, I am impressed."
Daisy smiled back at him "Thank you again. At the time it was just a score on the board but over time I've come to think more about how it can be used." Daisy found it surprising that they were taking this so seriously. Delighted but surprised none the less.
"Did Lynda give you the line about instead of squeezing you into a box we prefer that you bring your own box, and we accommodate it?" John asked with that mischievous look again.
Daisy smiled and nodded replying "Yes and I have to say it was a refreshing change to hear it. So many potential employers judge this particular book by its cover during the first interview."
