Mr. Larkin, the general manager of the company's west coast division, was annoyed. Normally, his was a quiet and orderly department, everyone doing their jobs with little fuss or bother but the last two weeks had been abuzz with whisperings and suppressed giggles and then this morning an outright shouting match between one of his employees and her assistant had upset the entire office.
Susan Blake, his department head, had explained that one of her assistants had been a little out of sorts and they had a disagreement over a proposal, but that everything was fine now. Mr. Larkin decided that he better investigate a little more and had called the assistant into his office. He sat behind his big oak desk as Janice Newly was brought in by his secretary -- no, executive assistant; he must remember that they were no longer secretaries but the more politically correct title.
Janice was a pretty woman, dressed nicely if a bit too provocatively for the office. She wore a thin white blouse with a black suit coat and a black skirt just above the knees. When she sat down he noticed that the skirt was slit up the side and offered a glimpse of her nylon covered thighs and the stocking belt that held them up.
"Now, Ms. Newly," he began.
"Miss, sir. Just Miss," Janice interrupted him.
"Ahh, humph. Yes." Mr. Larkin stumbled and began again. "Miss Newly, I understand we had a little disagreement this morning with Ms. Blake."
"No disagreement, sir. I plainly told her to quit stealing my proposals and passing them on as her own. Sir." Janice sat up straighter in her chair which thrust her rather nice bosom directly at Larkin.
"Ah hum, I see." Larkin stuttered. "You think Ms. Blake is not giving you credit for the work you put into your departments proposals. Is that it?"
"No, sir. I am saying that she takes my ideas, my complete proposals, and has them submitted as though she came up with them herself and we in the department simply wrote them up. Sir.
"The Johnson / Twillinger proposal was all mine, as was the Bentley account. If you don't believe me, sir, check my laptop. I keep a record of each one I forward and the dates. You'll see that she has nothing on her computer before I submit each one, then suddenly she orders all sorts of research from others in our group and then submits my work as hers." Janice looked down at her lap. "Sir."
Mr. Larkin stood up suddenly. "Stay here." He left the room and closed the door behind him.
Janice looked around the office; she had never been in his office before. Janice had never caused as much as a ripple at the company in the seven years she'd worked there. Now, thanks to Charlie making her dress in ways she never had and do things she never had the courage too do before, suddenly here she was in the boss's office and obviously in trouble.
She waited for what seemed forever and due to her nerves, began to sweat in the warm office. She removed her suit jacket and hung it over the back of her chair. Still it seemed as if he'd been gone a long time and Janice got up to look at some of the art work on the office walls. Then she began to examine the books in Mr. Larkin's glass covered bookshelves.
She was bending over to read a particular title when Mr. Larkin silently opened the door and stood looking at the way her skirt moulded to her well rounded ass and rode up, giving a generous glimpse of her upper thighs above the delicate lace of her stocking tops.
Larkin was about to say something when he noticed as she bent further still that it didn't seem as if the young woman was wearing any panties. He couldn't be sure, although it seemed to him that if she was wearing anything under that skirt as tight as it was stretched, he should be able to see some sort of panty line. After all, he could trace the suspenders right up over the swell of her.....
"Miss Newly, if you would take a seat."
The sound of his voice startled her. She spun around in the close confines of the space between the desk and the bookshelf and had to brush across Mr. Larkin to get back to the front of the desk and her chair.
Mr. Larkin sat behind his desk and just looked at her as if he was trying to look inside her, to see what made her tick. Or maybe as if he was looking to see if she was being honest about his department head. Either way, it was making Janice even more nervous and overheated. Larkin suddenly stood up, walked over to the thermostat, and adjusted it.
"Sorry, it's so hot. This side of the building gets all the afternoon sun and just seems to get hotter even after sunset." He returned to his desk as a current of cold air vented into the room. Janice could feel it blow across her and welcomed the relief from the stuffy office air.
"Young lady, you have made some very serious accusations. I intend to get to the bottom of them. I want to see your laptop and I want you to show me just what you have been doing in my department for the last six months."
Janice couldn't believe what she was hearing. It seemed that he not only didn't believe her; he was now calling all her work into question. Well, she would show him; she kept meticulous records.
"Now Miss Newly, get your laptop now!"
Janice grabbed her suit jacket and hurried to her cubicle. She looked around to find that the office was almost empty. Looking at the clock she could see why, it was a quarter to six. Everyone had gone home almost an hour ago. She dropped her jacket across her chair and retrieved her laptop from the desktop docking port.
"Working late are we?"
It was her boss, Ms. Susan Blake standing in her cubicle entryway. Janice almost dropped the laptop.
"Yes, Ms. Blake. Mr. Larkin wants to see some of my work from the last six months." She ducked past and almost ran back to Mr. Larkin's office.
Mr. Larkin had her place the laptop on his desk and she opened the files and began showing him her work. She opened file after file, showing him her research and all the preliminary work on each proposal. He sat not making any comments, just watching intently. What Janice didn't notice was that his gaze wasn't on the laptop screen but was directed between her large breasts -- as she bent over his desk, her blouse fell away giving him a clear view. The view was made much clearer because her boyfriend and mentor had cut out the tips of every one of her bras to allow her nipples to poke through. Between the cut-outs and the cold air blowing into the office, her nipples stood out in proud relief, giving her boss the down-blouse experience of his life.
It wasn't until she reached the Johnson / Twillinger proposal that he was able to tear his eyes away and concentrate on the images on the screen. He took the laptop from her and waved her back to her seat as he began to read and check her reports and research. He began to flip through file after file, clicking his way through every entry.