Juliet grinned to herself, as she looked around her newly acquired office. Finally, she had made it with the big boys, the glass ceiling was now underneath her and she was on route to the top. Of course it had not been easy. There had been a few casualties on the way up, but then well, everything's fair in love and war, and in the world of corporate ladder climbing, it was war everyday.
She knew she was good at her job; her skills at finding every wasted dollar and cent were without equal. Over the past three years she had saved the company large sums of money now this was part of her reward. She hugged her arms around herself, feeling the rich texture of the newly acquired power suit, a black jacket and skirt, with a white silk shirt, all hand made, yes she felt good. Of course good looks had probably helped, as the chairman of the board, Mr. David Palmer, was certainly a sucker for the good looking girls. He was well known for his wandering palms, along with his cronies. She had managed to avoid his attention, but was aware he knew who she was, in fact she made it her business to make him aware, in a strictly professional manner that is.
She finally turned from admiring the view from the tenth floor, and started to go through her internal mail. There were the numerous memos from her immediate boss, a rather pathetic individual, called Donald Rollins, who she had next in her sights for jumping over. He had been with Palmer Pharmaceuticals for ever, and it really was about time he left, at 55, he was way too old to do his job properly. He was probably only there because of his friendship with Mr. Palmer. She had caught him a few times in meetings, trying to look down her blouse, and she had even on the odd occasion, teased him by undoing maybe more buttons than would be considered appropriate.
He was responsible for the financing of a lot of the experimental work. Work it must be said, which had placed Palmers firmly at the forefront of the world drug and medical equipment companies. It was said, that he had the ear of the David Palmer, whose son played squash with his son Nicholas.
Nicholas Rollins also worked for the company, and was a rather obnoxious junior executive in charge of digital media, she had, on several occasions, chastised him for wasting resources.
She flicked through the usual bumpf from the various heads of department, who felt they had to share their puerile thoughts with the rest of the building. However a blue envelope caught her eye. It was from Research and Development, and marked "Private and confidential".
She eased herself into her seat, and reaching for her silver paper opener, slit the flap, and unfolded it to reveal the neatly typed contents. There were several pages altogether. She smoothed out the cover sheet and started to read:
"Dear Ms Jones,
I am sure you are aware one of the conditions of working at Palmers, is that you may be called upon to "volunteer", for any medical experiments the department of Research and Development might require you to participate in.
This novel use of our wonderful willing workers has held us in good stead through the years, and we still continue this tradition today, and will do into the future.
Let me reassure you, all testing is done under close scrutiny, and is absolutely safe. We would never place any of our employees at risk.
Your appointment for voluntary work has been scheduled for Wednesday, 10 am sharp.
Please report to Lab 45 in B block, where the nature of your participation will be explained. An extensive schedule of all procedures and expectations will be provided for you to read, and will require you sign your consent.
Individuals are selected from the data they presented went joining the company; you may well remember signing Conditions of Employment Agreement Form, when you took your medical. (Juliet had no recollection of any such form, but then there had been so many forms, especially ones for confidentiality).
Normal office wear is acceptable.
Kindly
Derek Beaver.
Director of Research
Cc J Palmer, D Rollins, N Rollins.
Juliet felt her heart flutter, Wednesday 10th, why that was tomorrow, what was all this about, she'd show them, volunteer to be a guinea pig, not bloody likely.
She reached for the phone, to give Rollins a bit of her mind, when a little voice in the back of her head stopped her. Maybe if she complained to Rollins, it would get back to the boss, who was a real stickler of company loyalty. She slowly placed the receiver back down on the cradle. Maybe it would be a feather in her hat, if she was seen to be willing to sacrifice all, for the good of the company. Yes, and surely it couldn't be that bad, I mean they would hardly poison their own workers, think of the stink!! The bad publicity!
Yes, she might have to play clever on this. It might do no harm to phone Derek, and ask what the story was. She again picked up the phone a dialed through.
"Derek, how are you? ("You little turd" she said under her breath.) "It's Juliet, Juliet Jones, you wrote to me regarding volunteering. That's right. No of course I won't object, I mean what's good for the firm is good for me! ("You cretin!" She thought silently.) "No! Nothing really, I was wondering if you could give me some idea of what it is all about? You can't! Oh! Yes, of course I appreciate that nobody should know before hand, yes I see that, yes well, I was just curious, wondering what to be prepared for. OK then, I'll see you tomorrow; yes, I've got the time right here, bye!"
"What a creep!" She thought.
Oh well, it can't be too bad, as she had never heard anyone complaining about volunteering. Certainly there had never been any news of any problems. As the company was quite big, with a lot of different arms, she certainly wasn't up with all the latest developments. Maybe they had found a new flu vaccine or something.
She put it behind her for the moment, and started going through her other mail. Of course the rest of the day went in a blur, as she was certainly always kept busy. She would wait and see, in fact now she thought of it, she was starting to look forward to tomorrow.
The next morning broke bright and sunny; she took her usual 4k jog, as she was proud of her trim young body, which was at the height of its fitness, with her flat tummy and tight firm buttocks. Her only concern was for her breasts, that were maybe a little oversize for her body form, but nothing that a good sports bra couldn't control when she was running. And in the office, maybe a slightly larger bust did get the mens attention especially when it was allowed a little movement when she moved.
As she ran, she grinned to herself as she recalled the numerous times Mr. Rollins had stood over her, trying to get a glimpse of her breasts down the front of her blouse, the poor fool, he didn't stand a chance!
Returning to her apartment, she quickly showered, put on deodorant, and brushed her short hair. Looking at the clock, she realized the time was getting on, so she walked into her bedroom to get dressed.
She always wore stockings; it made her feel so good, not like those terrible tights, and so after rummaging in her drawers, pulled out a small white trimmed suspender belt. She wrapped it around her trim waist and then clipped on a pair of fine stockings. She then selected a white frilly thong pulling it up her legs, the strap sliding deliciously up her bum crack, leaving her buttocks uncovered, whilst the front just covered her pubic hair, which she like to keep it tidy, but not waxed to 9th degree like some of the girls, their furry landing strip just looked plain stupid to her, if you are going to take that much off, why not shave the lot!.
She slipped on her half cup bra, which held her breasts firm, just allowing her aureoles to show and created plenty of cleavage. On went her blouse, with the top two buttons undone, relaxed, but still professional. She walked into her robe and pulled out her work suit of dark blue wool, and then slipping on her heels; she was ready. She took a lot of pleasure in dressing in sexy clothes, as she was the only one that knew she had them on. All that the rest of the staff saw was her outside work clothes, and she liked it like that. It made her feel good to be dressed like a woman, underneath the power exterior.
