Christine had made it! Within weeks of graduating high school, while all of her school friends had been readying themselves for college, Christine had landed a job in the city! Sure, her friends had all laughed and joked about 'Chrissie' (gawd, how she hated that name) working as a clerk at the local grocery store. Or worse, they would joke about her getting pregnant and married (in that order) and ending up living in a trailer park five years down the road, just as they were all completing their own college degrees and starting out on this or that fast track to success. While she knew that she might have had to take a menial job until she could find something better, she also knew that THIS Christine would NEVER be pregnant unless/until after she was married. She had grown up knowing that sex was for making babies. Even in a marriage, she knew that too much was a bad thing. She and her husband would decide how many children that they wanted and would only "do it' at a frequency that would assure that number of children. (Actually, Christine had a secret hope that she or her future husband was found to be barren so that they only had to 'do it' until a doctor proved that it was useless. After that, she would not have to submit again since there was no good reason to do so.)
This was a shame, the boys in her high school would regretfully recall. Christine had a pretty face when she used make-up. The times that Christine would need to dress up for a concert (she was third clarinet) had shown the enticing 34C-26-35 figure that stood on decently appealing long and shapely legs, all topped off with a shag-cut crop of red-hair. Many of those boys had secretly wanted to take the challenge of taking Christine's virginity, but the first few that had tried had been so publicly rejected, that Christine had not had to fend-off the more-insistent attempts that might have otherwise occurred latter.
At any rate, nobody had given Christine credit for her ambition. Well, look who is laughing now!
Even before graduation last June, Christine had sent her resume to every legal firm, CPA firm, doctors office, and bank within a hundred miles of her home town (and outside of at least 50 miles, truth be told).
As luck would have it, the managing senior partner of a mid-sized law firm had been impressed with the drive and audacity young Christine had shown in doing so. Additionally, she had taken high school business classes that had taught her enough that she could type, file, handle email, manage his calendar and answer phones. Since his administrative assistant, a woman fifteen years older than himself, was retiring that summer, he had decided to give Christine a chance. Besides, although he would never admit it too either the retiring admin nor to Christine, he was tired of spending long hours at work with just an older woman as company. Perhaps having a perky 18-year old working for him, especially late at night, well you never know what could happen!
The partner had offered Christine a job over the phone, sight unseen. She had taken it without a second thought, and was away from that awful town before any of her 'college bound' classmates could, loading all of her belongings in beat-up convertible that was old when it used to be her dad's when he was a teenager more than 25 years earlier.
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Upon seeing Christine, dressed in a not really stylish but functional blouse and slacks and flat soled shoes, when she showed up for her first day at the office, the senior partner had decided that he was definitely going to work toward that fantasy that he had about her. Hence, he immediately upped her salary by 10%, to Christine's great surprise and he told her to take the rest of the day to look for a good apartment. A few minutes of small talk latter, he even volunteered to go along and help. After all, he told her, he did NOT want her having to live in some bad part of town. Christine fell for it and the partner soon had her living in a luxury apartment way beyond even the inflated salary that she was now receiving (he had pulled the apartment manager aside and told the manager to send a bill directly to the office, address as private, to the managing partner, every month, for the difference). Afterward, the partner had even insisted in helping Christine shop for a 'proper' bed and mattress 'because he wanted his assistant well rested'.
The senior partner knew that the plan would have to develop over several stages and decided not to push his luck after that. He took her back to her car and told her to take a few days to acclimatize and that, even though she was now 'on salary', he did not expect her to show at the office until the next Monday.
As he drove away, his mind was already several steps ahead of the current events. "What was that doctor's name? Oh yeah, Schmierigenfrau, how do you forget something like that!"
That is when the bad things started to happen to Christine!
When she had gotten back to her apartment, two guys living in nearby apartments had offered to help her unpack, only to each hit on her as soon as each was separately alone with her. One had asked her if she might want to go get a cup of coffee with him after she finished unpacking, the other did the same but for a play that he was going to go see the next night. She had never been so insulted in her life. She slapped them both and told them to leave her alone. Unfortunately, that meant that the heavy lifting of clothes and stereos, and other such things, was left for Christine. Well, she had loaded the car, and she could unload it. She did not need such disgusting people.
Also, that day, when she went to the utility company to sign a contract, sure enough, several men in line kept staring at her when she was not looking. What was wrong with the men of this town!
Then, the next morning, on her way to the DMV (she was across the state line and would have to transfer her license), she was hit upon again in the parking lot. What a pervert!
While she was at lunch at a sandwich/soup store, the clerk had ogled her, staring at her breasts under her loose fitting sweatshirt as he took her order. The utter gall of these people!
Even at the church that she found, she went into register and, of all things, the assistant deacon in charge of registrations had looked her up and down, always pretending that he was not. An assistant deacon! Moreover, he had done this at a church, no less!
When she got back to her apartment, she was so distressed by what had happened, that she decided that she needed to relax. She got her one-piece bathing suit out, put it on, and then a pair of shorts over top of it and headed to the apartment complex pool. What was wrong with the men in this town?
Well, things did settle down a little. This time of day, Christine knew, all proper men were at work. Sure enough, the only people at the pool were two brazen hussies, in skimpy bikinis no less, loudly gabbing about their sinful activities. Actually, the two were using rather more-graphic words, but Christine tried to ignore it and relax.
Aside from the men that seemed to be always around, together with their disturbing attitudes, the next few days went by like a very relaxing vacation. Christine occasionally would call the office and ask if it really was all right for her to not be there, always to be assured by her new boss that it was. He wanted her fresh when she arrived the following week. Nevertheless, her boss DID insist on coming by so that he could give her some reading material. Christine had assumed training material, but when he arrived, the senior partner had some novels, some newspapers, some literature on the sights and sounds of the city. He even told her that he was going to pay for her newspaper subscription. It was important, he told her, to keep well read!
Christine was already starting to look up to this new boss of hers! He was like a kindly older man!
He, on the other hand, also saw that she had taken a liking to him. "First step, complete! And doctor's lined up!" She was a little more expensive that the lawyer had thought, especially when she estimated the amount for clothing and lingerie, but the doctor was in agreement with the plan. "Now to just real the young lady in."
The rest of the week went well for Christine. That is, again, except for the almost continuous stream of men hitting on her. She found a grocery store. She found a few low cost clothing stores. Her boss had taken her to a furniture rental place. He even took her to dinner on the weekend (and Christine was mortified that the waiter had stared at her the way that he did while she ordered, she hoped that her boss would not misinterpret this as being caused by her being to lascivious). She was calmed down by her boss's suave way of pretending to not even notice! Yes, tomorrow, her first day at work, would be a good day!