Greg
I'm interviewing for a personal assistant, my last one has gone on maternity leave so the job may not be permanent. I hate interviewing, how can you tell if someone is going to be able to do the job in a twenty minute interview? I read their CV's which did not do a lot to differentiate one from another. One girl had done everything in every situation, she would probably be perfect.
I called the first one in, a pleasant middle aged lady, who would probably do a good job. The second an attractive big busted lady with a low cut blouse, she was the one who looked perfect on paper. She was not for me.
The third was an eighteen year old with little work experience. She did not interview well, nervous, insecure and not expecting to get the job. I liked her and she was good with computers, in fact better with computers than people. I could work with that.
In short, the following day I offered her the job by email.
Marie
I sat in this room with four other older women, one with boobs that any man would employ. They all had more experience and were better qualified than me. When big boobs came out with a big grin on her face and more cleavage showing than when she went in I decided to go. I was called in before I could escape, he was standing at his office door looking at me, I froze. He looked so big, so strong, so in command.
I went into his office as told, I could not walk out. I sat in my skirt and top, knees together and hands holding my bag in my lap. He seemed quite nice, reassuring and friendly with some sort of power emanating from him which was affecting me. I was having difficulty speaking, I made such a mess of the interview I went home and cried.
I was stunned to read the e-mail offering me the job. Yes, a job at last. I was sure big boobs would get it, I think she was too. I giggled to myself, at least now I know he's not a tit man; something to my advantage.
I was terrified as I walked in on the first day, wearing a new twinset and trying to look like the perfect PA. Mr Bremner was dressed quite casually, he sat me down and explained my duties, my new twin set was probably a bit over the top.
Greg
Marie came to work looking very efficient, but we worked out a dress code which was more casual and we settled into a good working relationship. She was very pliable and willing, she was not a doormat she would argue back if she thought I was wrong but in the main she was dutiful and subservient.
She insisted on calling me Mr Bremner despite my telling her to call me Greg. We had a relationship, more than boss - employee but not quite friendship. I worked hard at building her confidence and in many respects she was becoming the perfect PA, receptionist and secretary.
Marie
I love working for Mr Bremner, he is fantastic, I am in awe of him. He is so in control and powerful. He is everything I am not. I am weak, insecure and nervous. Having said that I feel much more confident around people and in many ways more self confident in general. Mr Bremner has done that for me.
That is why one evening after work, when he took me for a meal to celebrate some deal or other. I had a little too much wine, perhaps more than a little.
"Please sir, will you look after me?" I blurted out, then nearly died of shame. "I'm sorry sir."
"What do you mean by that? I do try to look after you."
"Yes sir I want more looking after, if you will, please." He smiled at me and put his hand over mine. That made me feel less jittery.
"You have had a lot to drink, and I am flattered, I like looking after you but as much as I am complimented and like the idea we must discuss it when we are both sober. Set aside tomorrow afternoon for a team building exercise.
Well this is it I have been thinking about it and now it is out. Tomorrow I will be unemployed or something else. I know it will never be the same.
The morning was a bit difficult but at lunchtime I went into the loo and changed. I stripped off completely, put on sexy knickers, stockings and high heels over the top of this a wraparound dress.
I don't need a bra, my little B cups stand up on their own. I hope I'm right and he's not a tit man! I touched up my makeup and hair and at the set time I knocked on his door. "Come in," he shouted.
I opened the door and walked in, while I was standing in front of his desk, my hands behind my back. He took some time to look at me. "Do you stand by what you said last night or do you want to forget it happened?" he asked. Hell, I stand by every word.
I was panicking inside. "I stand by every word, I want you to be my sir, sir," I dropped my dress which I had been holding closed, hoping he liked what he saw.
