Abigail's father was pleased that she had attended the business dinner the other day.
He apologised for not being able to make it himself, but told her that she had made quite an impression on people, and that this association would be good for his business. Abigail was pleased for her father, but was definitely not sure that she had appreciated the "attention" she had received. She wondered if Roger was one of those who had fed back positive comments to him.
"In fact" her father went on, "one of them, the chairman of a corporation headquartered nearby, has temporarily lost his PA, and wondered if you could fill in for her?"
While she was on vacation before starting college, Abigail was wondering what to do with herself and how to earn some money. She had talked to her father about his business employing her. He had been reluctant to do so previously, citing conflict of interest and preferential treatment risks and boring stuff like that. But now, since her 18th Birthday and more pointedly the business dinner, his attitude had apparently changed considerably.
Before she could really think about it, he settled it for her. "It'll do you good Abby. I'll get it sorted".
She stared at him in open mouthed for just a second, having not had a chance to express her own opinion, but decided he was right and accepted his decision with a shrug. She let him arrange the paperwork from his office. He came back saying she could start tomorrow. She asked what she would need to take, what she should be wearing, how strict was the dress code, should she wear trousers or a skirt?
After pretending to think about it, he answered "Skirt I think. And the dress code in his office is quite smart, so you will need to dress accordingly".
She took his advice, but because she didn't have enough time to go out shopping, she had to make do with what she had already. Fortunately, she liked fine clothes and had been setting herself up for university and job interviews, so her wardrobe was well stocked with suitable attire.
The next morning, she needed to get to the office early to learn the ropes. She dressed in her dark blue business suit with the short, pleated skirt about mid-thigh length. The short jacket buttoned over her generous bust. She wore a navy blue silk blouse. Because she wanted to feel smart from the inside, she'd elected to wear expensive underwear. She wore a black fine lace push-up bra, and because she didn't have a suitable pair of tights that matched, black lace garterbelt, silk panties and deep lace top stockings.
High-heeled shoes that matched the dark blue of her suit completed the outfit. She left her wavy brown hair falling around her shoulders and touched up her make-up. Her father gave her the nod of approval before driving her to the client's office. There, he introduced Abigail to the Personnel Manager before saying goodbye.
The Personnel Manager made her fill in some forms and then took her up to the top floor where the executive offices were, explaining that the Chairman himself was in a meeting already and wouldn't be out for a couple of hours. This would give her a chance to show Abigail the rope and train her on the procedures, tasks, telephone and computer.
Basically her job would simply be to answer the phone, take dictations, perform some filing and attend to the chairman's needs. After a while, she felt she had got the hang of the systems and the Personnel Manager left her to it, awaiting the Chairman's return. She sat at the PA's desk outside the chairman's main office door.
It was lunchtime before the chairman appeared. She stood nervously to attention as he approached his office and introduced herself politely. He beamed and recognised the name and the request he had put in.
"Marvellous, marvellous" he exclaimed in a friendly tone, putting her at ease.
He glanced her up and down, making a mental note of her figure; slim build, flared hips, long shapely legs, beautiful face, great breasts. He was younger than she expected, maybe early 40s, and quite handsome really.
He explained his immediate plans. "Well I don't have too many things for you at the moment but I do need these notes from my meeting typed up straight away. How about you contact catering and get some sandwiches sent up so we can have a working lunch."
She agreed and while he re-established himself in his office, she made the call. She entered his office to take the notes.
First he asked her to fetch and replace a couple of files from across his office, just so that he could watch her body bend over the filing cabinet. He eyed her while pretending to read a document, and as she bent over the bottom drawer, caught a glimpse of her stocking tops under the short skirt, framing her pert bottom.
When the food arrived, they sat on the couch munching as he informally went through the meeting and she took notes. He seemed very nice, but she thought he might be just allowing her some leeway while she was still learning the ropes, so expected him to be more demanding soon.
She was right about that; he did become much more demanding, but not in the way she was expecting.
While they sat, he took every opportunity to eye her up and down, her knees disappearing under her short skirt, the swell of her breasts under her blouse (she had hung her jacket on the back of her chair).
When they were finished, she cleared up and went back to her desk and started typing up the notes. He sat back at his desk, watching her through the open doorway while he made some calls. Between calls he was working out a scheme to get her closer.
She was obviously adept at using a computer, and after some thought and some fiddling with the settings on his desk-mounted screen, and arranging a few items in and on his desk, he put his plan into action. It was getting late in the day and it was starting to get dark outside when he called her through.
"I've got a bit on an IT problem here that you might be able to help me with" he lied.
"Certainly Sir, I'll see what I can do". She chirped.
"Close the door please" he asked. "I don't want the rest of the office to think I don't know anything about computers."
"Of course, Sir", she replied with a wry smile.
As she turned to close the door, he admired her figure, especially her arse in the short skirt. Unknown to her, he pressed a hidden button under the desk. This silently locked the door and ensured they wouldn't get interrupted. She came over and walked round the desk to his keyboard.
"I think it's my screen settings" he explained, gesturing towards the dull screen on his desk as he scooted back in his chair to give her space. "I wanted a better picture, but I don't know what I've done wrong".
He had deliberately positioned the screen most of the way across his desk, but his keyboard and mouse were on the near side. Abigail fiddled with the computer settings, but quickly realised that she needed to change the settings on the monitor itself.
He sat back in his large leather chair and enjoyed the view of her trying to sort out the problem in front of him. As she leaned forward to reach the screen, her skirt rose up at the back, exposing the lace at the tops of her stockings again.
She realised she would have to stretch further to push the buttons (something he had carefully planned), and was a rather self-conscious as she leaned over the desk, straining towards the screen. She was sure she could solve the problem quickly, so with an extra lean and a final stretch, managed to reach the buttons and start resetting his screen.
Meanwhile he enjoyed the view up her lovely legs up to the tops of her sheer lace stockings. He could see most of the deep lace at the top and could almost see the bare thigh above. He shifted a little in his seat as his trousers stirred from the sight.
When he could see she was nearly finished, he shuffled his large chair forward and moved his knees apart so that he had her trapped inside the trapezoid against the desk.
She didn't even notice until she drew back and declared "There. I think that's...oh!".
She tried to step back from the desk but was prevented by the chair against the back of her legs. She tried to turn, but there wasn't enough of a gap. She then tried to step sideways, but his legs on either side prevented her.
"That's good" he softly cooed, his hands moving to her thighs just below her skirt. "What was the problem?" as if there was nothing unusual about his hands stroking around the back and outsides of her legs.
"What? Erm... well...". She couldn't quite concentrate on the question with his large soft hands stroking her legs up and down like that.
