Chapter 3: Work
While I tried to figure out how to deal with my little issue of being an incubus while, at the same time, staying married, I began to take some precautions. My sweat glands had been altered to produce strong pheromones. The scent aroused women but if we had skin to skin contact they would start acting like the stars of really bad porn movies. Jose, a personal trainer and also an "ink" as we called ourselves, coached me extensively on how to control myself, so, at the very least, my wife was satisfied early enough for me to get enough sleep and get to work in the morning. Most men dream of having such problems, I suppose.
I switched out all my cotton workout shirts to Under Armor, which does not hold the sweat. That would prevent any accidents at the gym or inadvertently turning on the woman who cleans our house when she did the laundry. I had visions of coming home to find this Mrs. Lopez, a woman who looked like what central casting would send up when you asked for a kindly Mexican grandmother, sitting on my washing machine with the spin cycle going full blast and her jeans around her ankles. Work was relatively easy, I thought. I work as a computer programmer, which means that I work with all guys. We are always heads down in front of computers banging out code with only the occasional female project manager, client or colleague from another department showing up for a meeting. It was easy to avoid the physical contact that would lead to events that the HR department would frown upon -- unless of course t involved the VP of HR who happened to be fairly attractive... but I best not go there.
So I thought work would be easy... that is until my last meeting of the day on Friday.
I generally want to get out the door early on Fridays in winters so I can get to the mountains and ski. This meeting was important. We had a meeting with a key customer on Monday who was considering using us to outsource their IT programs and I was the technical lead for their work. This meeting started at 4:30 because it was the only time the empty suit VP could attend.
I am not entirely sure that "empty suit" is a term one should apply to women. I've worked with women executives before and generally prefer them to men. They are competent and listen. They don't mind that I know more about technology then they do. That is my job after all. I have found that guys who are dumb about technology can be particularly vicious when you point to their inadequacies, even inadvertently. I have literally had male bosses quote the pointy haired boss from Dilbert verbatim and not realize how dumb they sounded. Donna was the first female executive I had come across who did the same thing. She had one, and only one redeeming virtue, she had a cute butt and violet eyes to die for. Donna was good looking in the girl next door sense.
The company I work for is small. Our president does not hire people based on looks alone, however, when two equally qualified candidates are interviewed, the best looking woman always wins. I am not sure how Donna snuck through or manages to keep her job. However, I do understand about Aleska, the account manager who would also participate in this meeting. Aleska is our top producing sales person. She listens to our customers, understands their needs and closes deals. It is no secret how she gets in the door in the male dominated computer field either, as Aleska immigrated to the USA from St. Petersburg at 18 and worked her way through college as an exotic dancer. She now has a "hobby" of competing in fitness and bikini model contests as an IFBB pro. Her husband runs health food stores and she regularly models for his ads. She is tall, slender with long legs and a gorgeous Russian face. Aleska was hot and she knew it. With male customers she acted like they were Russian billionaires and she was their babe for the day. If some guys want to make business decisions with their penis, she was happy to collect the commissions.
I entered the conference room at the appointed hour late Friday afternoon on automatic pilot. We have a casual work environment so long as you are not meeting with clients. Donna was in jeans that showed off her butt very well and a simple red blouse. Aleska had been visiting clients so she wore a tight dress and low cut scoop neck blouse and a pair of studded leather boots with 4 inch heels. Her outfit was professional and not slutty, but just barely. Both Donna and Aleska stood and extended their hands to be shaken.
I shook Donna's hand and was shaking Aleska's when I realized my mistake. Donna had gotten that vague unfocused look in those gorgeous violet eyes just as I took Aleska's hand. I broke contact with Aleska almost immediately but it was too late. Her eyes lost focus for a moment as well. We sat around the conference table discussing what we would present to this customer. At first I thought I had dodged this particular bullet.
"Maybe I did not excrete the pheromone through my hands", I thought, "or maybe they're immune." I noticed that Aleska was squirming a bit as she sat next to me, causing her skirt to ride up and flashing lots of thigh. I thought nothing of it until I saw the lace tops of Aleska's thigh hi stockings. I stared. She smiled and I felt her hand touch my thigh.
"Gribble Grock!" I yelped.
Donna stared. "Excuse me?"
I faked a cough. "Sorry.... I um... frog in my throat."
Aleska's hand still rested on my thigh. "Have some water." She purred in her sexy Russian accent.
"Yes it is getting warm in here." Donna unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse exposing cleavage and the lace top of a red bra. She looked directly at me and licked her lips.
"Oh shit." I thought.
My eyes immediately went to my laptop and I began to mutter something about work estimates and pricing.
"I'll need to see that spreadsheet." Donna said and walked to a position behind me. I thought I heard a click of the conference room door lock as she went around the table. Aleska's hands rose higher on my thigh.
Donna looked over my shoulder. She had to be able to see Aleska's hand on my thigh, yet she said nothing about it, just prattled about the data on the spreadsheet.
"Now we really need to pay attention to this data." Donna leaned forward and pressed her breasts into the back of my shoulders.
"You've been working out." She whispered in my ear. Aleska leaned over and touched my bare forearm. I could feel the bare skin of Donna's chest against my head.
