This story could be posted in any of a number of categories, but I chose 'lesbian sex' because that's what makes up the bulk of the tale. There is a strong element of consensual BDSM involved, but nothing nasty or heavy, more humiliation and tease than pain. In the main it's a lesbian romance, a love story with a bit of kinky sex included. I hope you enjoy and please comment, as that's the only way I can know what you think.
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Anna knocked nervously at the door. The dark carved wood seemed to bear down on her like a symbol of doom, mocking her uncertainties and reminding her harshly of her limitations. She didn't want to be there, didn't want this change, this so called promotion. She was happy to stay where she was, content to follow, to blend in, unnoticed, just do her work and go home to her small apartment. But Sheila had decreed otherwise. Sheila: the manager of the office and also her friend, who had plucked her from the comfort of anonymity and thrust her into the spotlight. Anna cursed her, and she cursed herself for allowing Sheila to talk her into it.
Corrine Bletchley was the owner of this small company. To all of the twenty employees she was almost God, and Sheila had designated Anna to be God's personal assistant. Gerald Bletchley, Corrine's father, had died just a month earlier, leaving his daughter in sole control, but she was new to the business, certainly capable but still with much to learn. And so she needed somebody with experience to help ease her into her new position, someone like Anna. Hence her new job description.
Anna knocked again and received a one word response "come."
The room was much as Anna had imagined it would be: grim and foreboding, with lots of dark wood panelling. Heavily laden bookshelves lined one wall, two chairs and a small table sat opposite. Facing the door were two large windows, while portraits of people Anna didn't recognize hung on the walls amongst more familiar paintings, she briefly wondered how many of them were originals and how much wealth was hanging there? Probably more than she'd ever earn in her lifetime she thought. As she walked through the door she faced a huge oak desk that dominated the room. Corrine Bletchley sat behind it writing studiously into a large ledger, she didn't look up but pointed with her pen to the chairs off to one side.
Anna had seen her new boss only twice before, both times as Corrine had walked through the main office, to all intents and purposes ignoring the minions there. Anna hadn't yet formed an opinion about the woman who was her boss, she didn't know her well enough and had never even spoken to her, but she imagined her to be aloof and arrogant, not someone Anna would ever call a friend. But now, coming face to face, she took the time to study the young woman. For young she was: no more than thirty two or perhaps thirty three years old, just five years older than Anna. She was tall and slim, with shoulder length brown hair and an attractive, most would say, beautiful face, the half round reading glasses perched upon the end of her nose seemed to add to her appeal. She oozed self confidence and Anna could only compare herself unfavourably. She sat nervously, thinking that perhaps she shouldn't be there; she was just an ordinary girl, while Corrine Bletchley would succeed in whatever she did with or without either her father's legacy or Anna's assistance.
She waited patiently for Corrine to pause in her work but it was as though she had been forgotten. The large room was quiet, so quiet the only sounds the ticking of the ugly old clock on the wall and the scratching of Corrine's pen. The sun shone through half open blinds and Anna watched dust motes floating in the air. Then finally Corrine looked up, the sunlight shining through her hair making it appear like a halo. She pushed her glasses up onto the bridge of her nose and then thought better of it, so removed them and laid them on the desk in front of her.
"Anna?" she asked, although it sounded more of a declaration.
"Er, um yes ma'am," Anna replied a little flustered, the sudden question had taken her by surprise as she sat with her hands in her lap, but then she jumped up and stood, almost to attention, before Corrine's desk.
"So you're my new girl?" Corrine said, Anna nodded in reply "and how long have you been with us?" Corrine asked, at last showing some interest in her subordinate.
"Er, n, nine years ma'am."
"Oh, so you're not so new after all? And do try to relax, I don't bite, at least not always, and depending on how you taste of course," Corrine's attempted humour completely bypassed Anna who remained nervously straight faced, but that may have had something to do with the fact that it had been said without a hint of a smile. "Right," Corrine said, getting back to the business in hand "So I can assume that you know what you're doing, how things work?" she said, and Anna nodded affirmatively "has Sheila explained what I need?" again Anna nodded "good. Your desk is just though there, I'll call you when I need you." Corrine finished curtly then returned her attention to her work.
Anna stood for a few seconds before she realized that she had been dismissed. She felt a little stunned at how brief the meeting had been, she wanted to say something, anything, but could think of nothing. So she mumbled a polite thank you and walked to the door, she was about to exit when Corrine's voice stopped her.
"Oh one more thing: The trousers are not suitable, a smart skirt and jacket would be much more appropriate and you're hair could do with a little attention," Corrine said, not even looking up from her work as she spoke. Anna looked down at her shapeless, baggy trousers, and she subconsciously pushed a lank strand of red hair back behind her ear. She wanted to protest but her bottom lip trembled and she didn't trust herself not to cry. She didn't reply, just let herself out and quietly closed the door behind her.
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"Can't you get somebody else to do it? There must be someone?" Anna asked Sheila. They were sitting facing each other over the small cafe table. Sheila brushed her muddy blonde hair away from her eyes and sipped her coffee, Anna's remained untouched.
Anna had sat, bored, at her new desk all morning, her only task was to take just three phone calls. She then scanned her computer and checked a few files in an effort to find something to do while waiting in vain for Corrine to give her some real work. After two hours she decided to take a break and made straight to where she knew Sheila would be. She explained how rude Corrine had been to her and pleaded to be moved back to her old position.
"She needs a receptionist not an assistant," she added.
"No one else has your experience Annie, no one knows how this company works better than you," Sheila said.
"What about Pam or Christine, or even David?" Anna suggested. They were all people who had been with the firm as long if not longer than Anna.
"David's too old and both Pam and Christine are married with children, they can't work with the flexibility that you have. And let's be honest, you're much better qualified."
"But it's so boring, I hate it, and I don't know if I can work with her, she seems so...detached...isolated."
"Come on Annie, give it a chance, how would it appear if I suddenly replaced you after just a couple of hours? Do you want to tell her why? Tell her to her face that you don't like her? Because I won't," Sheila said "anyway," she continued "she's really not so bad when you get to know her."
"How would you know? She's ignored me for most of the morning, and when she does talk she makes me feel like I'm some sort of lower being," Anna complained.
"Look, I'll tell you what: give it a couple of weeks, maybe a month, see how it goes. If it doesn't work out I promise to do something," Sheila said reaching across the table to squeeze Anna's hands "trust me: when you get to know her I guarantee you'll like her."
"I don't know," Anna said, but it was clear that she was softening "And what about the clothes thing? How dare she criticize what I wear?"
"It's just about appearances Annie, when you were in my office it was just you and me and the other girls, it didn't really matter how you dressed. But you're the first person visitors see now, important visitors. It's all about image, and let's face it Annie, you do look a bloody state," Sheila finished with a chuckle.
"Thanks a bunch, with friends like you who needs enemies?" Anna grumped.
"Seriously though, give it a month, do it for me, please? I guarantee you'll thank me in the end."
