Kristi entered Mr. Robinson's office, confidant, sure of herself, and a little nervous. She knew this was a big step but she was positive it was the right one. She dressed for the occasion. After spending some time the night before, she picked out a navy blue skirt and matching blazer. Her white blouse was open out the top and showed just a little bit of her cleavage. Her gold earrings, bracelet, and necklace added a simple but elegant touch. She looked liked woman but also a person could do the job.
"Good morning, Ms. Clark," Mr. Robinson said rising from his seat behind his desk. "Have a seat."
Kristi realized from the start that this meeting was a little more formal than the last. "Thank you, sir," she said as she sat.
"I'll get right to the point," Robinson began. "We believe that you would be right for the position and we feel it would not only be right for the company but right for you. Have you come to a decision, Ms. Clark?"
She sat up in her chair and looked him straight in the eye. "Yes, sir I have," she said with determination. "I decided to take your offer and accept the position."
He rose from his chair and walked around his desk. "Let me be the first to welcome you aboard." He stuck out his hand. "We'll get H/R to get all the paper work together. I think you will be impressed with your new office and some of the perks. You will be the first woman this company has had as a director and we, I am confidant we made the right choice.
Shaking his hand, Kristi smiled, "Thank you, sir. I'll do my best."
"Please, call me Bill and I know you will. See Miss Richards on you're way out. She has all the paper work for you." Again he stuck out his hand. "Congratulations!"
As Kristi exited his office, Robinson smiled as he watched her go. "Brains, looks, and determination, she is going to be a force in that meeting room. At least a different approach and a ray of sunshine!"
As Kristi took a bite of her salad, she reflected on her first week of work. It was so different than she was use too. People came to her with all final reports and ideas. She attended more meetings than ever and was called upon for more decisions and opinions than ever.
She could also feel a little hostility in those meetings. She wondered who exactly thought she was the right person for the job. She wondered if it was the right person or the right woman? A few of the men seemed to treat her with respect but others were condescending towards her. Some were just a little too correct. Bill Robinson gave her his 100% support and the President, Mr. Morgan, seemed to be fine with it. She decided it didn't matter, as it was her chance to do well and to hell with them.
Kristi was waiting for Maggie Wilson to show for lunch. Maggie called her Wednesday and said she would like to meet for lunch, that there was something she wanted to discuss. It was like Maggie to be late.
"I'm sorry," Maggie said as she sat down. "Damn pool boy took his time today." She waved the waiter over. When he arrived, she ordered a drink and a salad. "My, you are looking well," she said turning to Kristi. "Heard you got a big promotion."
"Why, yes, I have. Thank you."
Maggie put her hand on Kristi's. "You are doing quite well for yourself. Who would have thought that in high school?" She took a sip of her drink. "We were such jerks back then." She laughed.
Kristi smiled, thinking maybe you were.
Maggie carried most of the conversation, carrying on about high school, her life, etc. It was light talk until the end of lunch.
"I want to thank you for getting me out of that little problem I was having. Things have turned out fine. No better than that. It's great."
"I'm glad to hear that," Kristi replied.
"There is something I would like to ask you. A business proposition." Maggie slid around, moving herself closer. She removed a photo album from her purse. "I want you to take a look at this."
When she opened the album Kristi saw a picture unlike anything she expected. A statuesque, auburn hair woman posed, wearing a black leather and chain bathing suit-like outfit. The links were draped over her naked breasts; the supple leather caressed her hips and belly. On her hands she wore soft elbowed length, black leather gloves and her legs were covered with thigh high patent leather boots with five-inch heels. The woman's hair hung softly across her chest with one curl surrounding an erect dark brown nipple. In one hand she had a short black leather-riding crop. Her make-up was heavy, with bright red lipstick and exaggerated eye shadow and liner.
Kristi looked at her, confused. "I don't get it."
Maggie turned the page.
The picture on the following page was of a woman with pale white-blond braids that hung down in front of her dress. She was turned slightly sideways, looking shy and vulnerable and dressed in a school uniform, an adult version of a dress a high school girl might wear. Her white ankle socks were neatly cuffed and her patent leather shoes gleamed. Her face, artfully made up with soft rouge and pale pink lipstick, looked youthful and familiar. As Kristi examined the face more carefully, she gasped, "Oh my God, that's you." She flipped the page back. "So is this one!"
"Turn the page."
The pictures that followed were all of Maggie in various costumes; a harem girl with a transparent veil covering the lower half of her face, a prim grey-haired woman in a white high-necked blouse and sensible shoes, a voluptuous female pirate wearing short shorts that showed the half moons of her ass peeking beneath and a blouse unbuttoned to the waist, and a woman in a black satin teddy standing over a man whose arms and legs were secured to the frame of a brass bed with lengths of heavy linked chains and padlocks.
"Wow, Maggie, I'm speechless. Ok, but why are you showing this to me?"
"I call the album The Satin Touch and it is really a menu. Selected people get to pick their...shall we say entrée and I provide the dessert."
"You're trying to tell me that you're a hooker now?"
"I prefer to say I'm a very selective, high priced escort."
Kristi was stunned. What could she say?
Maggie spoke, her voice a bit tentative. "No condemnation? No 'how could you?'"
"I'm too much in shock to say much of anything."
Maggie smiled. "I have been enjoying every bit of my secret existence for about a month now."
"Aren't you afraid you might get something? AIDS?"
"I thought about that a lot when I started. Many of my friends- that's what I call them, my friends don't want actual intercourse. They are all older men and they want oral sex, toys, and/or mutual masturbation. And those who do want to have intercourse must wear condoms. Many are business men from out of town who just want female companionship."
"What does this have to do with me," Kristi asked.
"Let's just say I have many friends now with many different fantasies. And there are other women who feel like I do." Maggie said. "Why give it away. It's all about power and money. We know what men want."
Kristi nodded. "So what does your husband think?"
"He doesn't know about and I don't think he would care. All he knows is I'm not asking for money from him. He thinks I'm finally living within my budget. He is actually getting more sex than he has in long time so he's ok with that too."
"I see." Kristi nodded again.
Maggie moved closer and said, "I'm just getting started and I could use your help. You know, with the basics."
"What?" Kristi said a little too loudly. Some people turned to look. "If you think I would do anything like this, you're nuts!" She lowered her voice to a whisper.
Maggie raised her hands. "No, nothing like that. I wasn't even thinking that. Knew you weren't the type." She quickly put her hands on Kristi's arm. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. I already have a few "colleagues". I need business help and that's when I thought of you."
"Ok but I have to ask. How much do you charge?"
"It depends. There are some things I won't do no matter how much they offer. Lots of men have fantasies that revolve around control, controlling a woman. One wanted to tie me to the bed. Not my thing."
Kristi frowned. She wasn't sure if she wanted to get involved in this. "They want to tie you up?"
"Yes, some of them want to tie me to the bed and have their way. I've said no to that but I know some of "colleagues" who are ok with it. From the look on your face," Maggie said, "I think you might be interested in helping but you're not sure. I promise you won't be involved in this except on the business side. I could make it worth your time. I known of someone who is already interested in trying my service and he'll pay $1000 for one night."
"Holy..." Kristi said, suddenly realizing that she was more than a little interested in Maggie's offer. "So you have others who are willing to do this?"
"Yes. Let's just say a number of others. I don't have to be a mind reader to guess what you're thinking," Maggie smiled, "but I realize that this isn't for everyone. You have to have strong, good feelings about yourself and you have to enjoy sex. The money is just extra. The fact that it is secondary to me is what makes me an entertainer, not a whore. Therefore you won't be a pimp!"
"Listen," Kristi replied, glancing at her watch, amazed it was almost 2 o'clock. "I have to get back to work and do a lot of thinking. When do I have to make up my mind?"
"How about the end of next week? Relax. If you say no, I'll understand. Just think about. I think you are the right person for this."
Kristi spent the rest of the time at work and during the ride home thinking about Maggie's offer. It intrigued her on so many levels and it bothered her on about the same number. She tried to be honest with herself and weighed the pro and cons. Would she be a business consult or actually involved in the business? She saw possible big trouble if the latter. It was extra money but did she need it? Not really. With her new job and salary, she was making good money. Wasn't she really a pimp, no matter what Maggie said? Making money off of someone else having sex sure sounded like it.
