Abigail was a bit withdrawn after her short-lived stint as a PA to one of her father's clients.
Things hadn't exactly gone as she had expected and she ended up not returning after the first day. She wasn't actually sure she could remember how she had got home, but she had woken up in the evening lying fully clothed on her own bed, feeling rather full. Oh, and her panties were missing.
The next day her father had asked how it had gone. She wasn't sure how much trouble she would get him or his client in if she told the truth so she lied that it had been OK but pretty boring.
Her father (strangely) seemed to think that his client was very pleased with her work, had initially asked for her to return back, but now had an in-house temporary PA, so regretted he could not keep her employed. Abigail was pleased not to need to go back or explain why she wouldn't.
Abigail did notice that when her pay had come through, they had paid her for a fortnight's work, even though she had only been there one day. She thought that perhaps they thought it was compensation or even that it would persuade her to keep quite about the Chairman's actions.
"How about another assignment?" her father asked her.
"No, please Daddy, not another PA job or an evening do! I'm done with those" she asserted.
"Nope" he replied. "It's neither of those so you needn't worry". (Worry about what exactly? She thought to herself. How much does he know? Or was he referring to her saying she was bored?)
"This one is a professional presentation that this particular client is giving to some of his oversees customers on a new product range tomorrow. It'll be an afternoon of formal presentation and demonstration at their offices. They just need someone to help serve drinks and hand out literature during the presentation."
This sounded pretty safe. She felt she could do that, especially if it was in an office with lots of other people constantly around and hence no risk of getting cornered by an individual.
"OK Daddy" she decided. "But you'd better vouch for this client."
"Oh, I do" he replied.
"What should I wear for this thing?" she asked.
"Um, probably something waitress-like, but smart I think" he suggested.
When the afternoon came, she chose a short black pleated skirt, and a white blouse, black high heels (with straps up her calves) and white hold-up stockings. Under this she had put on her favourite white lace bustier and lace panties, to give her some internal confidence on her looks and to give her another layer against the chill of air conditioning.
"Do I look OK Daddy?" she asked.
"Perfect" he replied.
He drove her to the offices and left her to talk to the Marketing Manager organising the event. She was taken up to the plush boardroom at the top of the office block and shown where the drinks were and product literature and what to do.
The Boardroom was quite large with a long boardroom table dominating the centre. Various objects of different size and shapes were covered with black cloths and scattered around the room and around the edge of the table; the products she supposed. One of the cloth covered items on the huge table was quite long and wide.
Various small screens were arrayed around the room with rolling presentations of the products, and a large screen to the side. It looked to Abigail like a mini-trade show, but with the wares currently hidden.
Just before the customers arrived, the Managing Director arrived to check out the arrangements and was introduced to Abigail. She vaguely remembered him from the Dinner.
"Please to meet you Abigail. I hope you can assist us in selling some of our products today. You were told about them weren't you?" he asked as he eyed her figure up and down.
She assumed he meant the role regarding handing out the literature, so she nodded. "Yes, I'll do my best Sir" she replied.
"Good, good" he remarked, satisfied. "You look the part, so I'm sure it'll go very well" he said glancing briefly at her large breasts as he left to greet his customers. She was glad that he thought she was suitably dressed, if that's what he meant by "looking the part", she thought.
Soon the customers started arriving and Abigail politely greeted them and served them drinks. They were all very polite and seemed pleased to be there and be greeted by her. There were a few Japanese customers and also what Abigail supposed were several building security guards as well, clearly hired heavies.
They were all wearing expensive suits, even the security guys. She seemed to be the only female in the room, but that didn't really bother her as she busied herself greeting and serving them all. Well it didn't bother her yet.
Then the presentations started. As the MD gave his little speeches and the customers lapped them up, he used the large screen to present each product before unveiling it and demonstrating it. All the products seemed to be expensive or high-tech items to enhance the office experience of senior managers, executives and board members.
There was a drinks bar that fitted under a desk and another in a leather chair. Another was a heavy leather chair that was fitted with a back massager. There was a foot rest that kneaded your feet discretely. There were glasses that look like designer glasses but enabled you to watch TV or CCTV or whatever so that you could discretely keep an eye on the football scores or your employees or whatever.
There were countless toys, gizmos and relaxation devices for de-stressing executives. There was a hand massager that you could fit in a desk drawer. There were motorised squeeze balls that fought back, and several moulded into what Abigail considered "naughty" shapes. And many more interesting an novel products.
As each was revealed, Abigail went round, distributing the appropriate glossy handouts for each product, all the while being excessively polite and accommodating. The Japanese customers in particular were delighted with all the products and wanted to try and test them all out immediately.
Things seemed to be going very well and Abigail was quite enjoying her small part.
Then the last product was presented. The MD built it up.
"And now, Gentlemen for your final pleasure," (Why did he have to emphasise the word "pleasure" so much, she wondered) "I would like to present to you a product that I have been working on personally. For ultimate stress relief, we all know that the best method involve someone else (if you know what I mean)", he announced with a sly wink and a grin. (Abigail wasn't sure she knew what he meant).
"And so, for your ultimate executive relaxation and enjoyment, may I present to you, the Boardroom Boudoir!"
With a flourish, he whipped off the black cover from the large, long object set in the dead-centre of the heavy table. Abigail was not sure what it was. There wasn't a leaflet that covered this particular product, so she stood there empty-handed near the back of the group of men, trying to get a clue as to what the product actually was.
It was about 8 foot long and 4 foot wide. To Abigail it looked quite like a contoured black leather padded mattress set toward one end, with peaks and cushions and loops and two horizontal grooves across the middle. There were various exclamations of delight from the Japanese gentlemen. They obviously knew what it was or what it was for. She kept glancing at it, trying to work out what it was.
Then the ballgame changed when the MD came out with his next statement; "And the lovely Abigail is here to demonstrate the wonderful benefits of this product".
This startled her. She wasn't expecting this.
"W-w-what?" she faltered, looking at him bemused.
The audience parted as the beaming MD came to her, and delicately took her hand. He drew her to the side of the table and indicated that she should step up onto a sturdy chair and stand on the table. She hesitated, looking around for some kind of guidance or assurance, but all she could see were encouraging faces eagerly grinning in anticipation.
As the MD encouraged and held her steady by her hand, she stepped up onto the chair which wasn't easy in her high heels and then onto the table top. The 18-year old stood there looking pretty, but slightly dazed and confused.
The surrounding men all looked up at her, smiling and appreciating her, especially the way her high heels presented her long white stocking clad legs and where they disappeared under her short black pleated skirt. Oh, and the way her breasts jutted out above them.
She quickly started to get self-conscious but the MD came to her aid. He knelt onto the table next to the black leather padded surface and indicated she should sit in the middle, patting a raised, slightly concave seat area about the size of her pert bottom.
