HOW I BECAME A CORPORATE ASS-ET
After my husband, George, had wined and dined me, so that I was in a compliant mood, I asked,
"So you are competing with two others for a promotion to your boss's executive team?"
"Yes. He said that we are all equally qualified, but he thinks that one wife might be more qualified than the others. If so, he will make his choice based on her."
George had dressed me in a short, tight skirt and a blouse with a neckline so low that I needed a half-cup bra or no bra at all. I was 5'6", and shapely with my D-cup breasts, long legs and a jutting ass. I had auburn hair down to my shoulders. George was 30 and I was 28, mere babes in the corporate woods.
"This is my interview to be a corporate wife, then?"
"It's your interview for us both to join my boss's executive team. There are five men on his team.
"Only men? What does he have against women?"
"He likes women a lot. He saw my photo of you and said you have a beautiful face and that he looked forward to having a full-length view of you in person."
"Oh, brother! What he has against women is to get up against them!"
We went to an exclusive hotel downtown. There was a long barroom with plush seats on the barstools and booths. George led me way back to a booth in a corner.
The man on the end facing me looked as if he were in command. He had a rather commanding presence. There were four men standing in my honor and smiling to greet me. My guess was right: the boss stood about 6', had black hair with fringes of gray, was rather heavyset, whether with fat or muscle, I could not tell. He had a wide forehead and a chin like a chunk of granite. He looked like a predator, but I soon found him trying to charm the panties off me.
He directed George to sit opposite him with two other members of the executive team, and me to sit between him and the other member.
"I'm delighted to meet you at last, Jennifer and to find that there is much more to you than meets the eye in the photo of you on George's desk!"
As I slid into the booth, my skirt rode from 6" above my knees to just below my bikini panties. The table of the booth hindered any effort to adjust. I found that my left thigh was resting on the other man's hand, where he had placed it on the bench! I squirmed a little to release his hand, but the movement also moved my skirt a little higher. The boss asked what I wanted to drink. I couldn't act like a sissy by ordering ginger ale, so I ordered a glass of Chardonnay. Richard asked if I liked it. When I said yes, he ordered a bottle for me!
After the introductions, their names went in one ear and out the other, except for the boss, Richard. I hoped that he wouldn't be a dick. He turned to me and certainly surveyed my terrain, like an explorer. He smiled broadly to show me and George that he approved of my person.
"Don't be nervous about this interview, Jennifer. We are like a family here. You're probably wondering what asset you could bring to our team, for our team includes the members' wives. Our wives enrich the social life that is essential to any business. They are usually in charge of entertaining, often in their homes."
I felt his left hand on my right knee, as if to support him leaning toward me. This is a test Jen, I thought. I had prepared for a test, but not one of those nasty pop quizzes some sadistic teachers used to spring on us in high school. I accepted his first move, but that encouraged him to caress his way up my bare thigh, up and down, every other stroke going higher up me. I looked at George and tried to catch his eye, but he was engaged in talking with one of the guys beside him.
Meanwhile, Richard's fingers were on the march, taking ever more territory. Did my husband know what my interview entailed, a physical exam? Then, my left knee began to receive attention. Following his boss's lead, what-his-name captured my knee and began slithering his hand up my thigh. Oh, well, I was determined to pass my interview and secure Hubby his job, unless he drew the line at how far the team could explore me.
Their hands had reached the hem of my skirt now. Would they stop there, sneak under or push my skirt up to my hips?
"George, I left some important papers up in my office. Would you go get them? Don't worry about your lovely wife. We will take good care of her."
George got up. I tried to signal him, but he gave me a subdued look and hurried away. He was leaving up to me how much I would do to get his promotion.