When I opened my eyes, the smell of fresh brewed coffee coming from the kitchen told me Kay was already up and was making our breakfast. I slipped on a pair of clean boxers and joined her.
"Morning sleepy head," Kay said as I entered the kitchen.
I glanced at the clock and realized I had less than an hour before I'd be late for work. I gave her a kiss on the cheek, then said, "Morning darlin'."
Kay handed me a mug of coffee, kissed me on the cheek and asked, "Would you like something to eat."
"May not have time, I need to shower and get to the office before nine." I replied.
She giggled and answered, "Take your coffee with you to the bathroom and when you're dressed I'll have a bagel ready for you."
"You're a doll Kay," I replied as I headed to the bathroom to shower.
As I showered, I thought about the revelations I'd made last night. Kay has met Stephanie and learned about Staci, I was certain she would have lots of questions concerning both, but this morning wasn't the right time or place for that.
I dressed and walked back to the kitchen, "Here's a bagel, I wrapped it so you can eat while you drive." She said.
I took it from her and thanked her, then realized she was still wearing my bathrobe. "Can you lock up when you leave?" I asked.
"Absolutely, I'm gonna shower when I get home so I'll be right behind you." She answered.
I gave her a quick kiss and headed out the door saying, "Call ya later today."
I trusted Kay enough to leave her alone in my apartment, but wondered if her inquisitive nature might lead her to do a little snooping before she left. Thanks to Kay, I made it to the office on time.
After starting up my computer I grabbed my coffee mug and headed to the lunchroom. Several other co-workers must have had the same idea because the pot was nearly empty when I got there so I started a new pot. As I waited for the coffee to brew, I sat down at one of the tables. Fran walked in and greeted me, "Morning Allen,"
"How are you today," I answered.
"I'm good, are you making coffee?" She asked.
"Yep, I hate the bottom of the pot," I replied.
She looked more conservative today she had on a pair of dark blue, tailored slacks and a pretty pale blue, long sleeved blouse, her shoulder length, brunette hair normally rather wavy hung straight over her shoulders. As usual Fran had taken the time to apply her make-up to enhance her crystal blue eyes. She sat down across the table from me and kind of half smiled. I noticed that her blouse was buttoned to the very top, something I couldn't remember ever seeing before. I got the impression that something was amiss in her life.
"You seem a little out of sorts this morning Fran do you want to talk about it?" I asked.
Her smile widened a little as she said, "You can read me like a book."
I knew that Fran's upbeat personality wasn't showing today and figured something had happened between her lunch with Kevin when she looked so assertive and the end of the day so I asked, "So what's got you so down beat this morning?"
Her smile disappeared as she answered, "I'm having second thoughts about my promotion. You remember I told you I had some ideas about improving some procedures around here?"
"I recall you were going to talk with him about that at lunch yesterday," I replied.
"I did and at the time he seemed to be receptive about my ideas." Fran explained.
"Okay, so what happened after lunch?" I asked.
She fidgeted with her coffee mug for a second, then said, "He called me into his office at the end of the day. I thought, oh boy he's gonna want to throw a quick fuck into me again, but instead he told me to take a seat."
I knew there was more so I just said, "And?"
"Basically, Kevin told me that my job was to take orders from him and not come up with some lame ass ideas about improving operations in the office. On top of that, he told me that the conference tomorrow will definitely extend into Saturday and that I should be ready to entertain him both days." Fran explained.
"He's such an asshole," I said.
The way he talked to me made me feel like I'm his personal whore," Fran admitted.
I needed to calm her fears some so I suggested, "Since you've already taken the position, if you tell him you want out it would mean immediate termination. I'd suggest you go into this conference trip acting exactly like you are his whore."
"How the hell is that gonna help?" Fran asked.
I gave her a plan. "Tomorrow, when you come to work dress and look like a whore, wear heavy make-up which he's already told you he likes, choose your shortest, tightest skirt and a blouse that shows off your beautiful breasts. Flaunt yourself around the office until you leave with him, make him think that not only are you willing to entertain him the entire time you're away, but anytime he wants going forward."
Fran's expression told me she was still confused and she said, "You think this will change his attitude about me?"
"Let me finish and I think you'll understand. When you're riding to the conference talk to him like you're his whore, maybe even give him a blowjob as he's driving and he can't control anything. Then when you get him alone tomorrow night, keep acting like you'll be happy to play the role of his whore, but instead of letting him control things you take control. Tease him incessantly but don't let him cum, tell him you'll be his whore but you want to be pleased before he is." I suggested.
"I'm beginning to get the picture you'd suggest I take on a role play with him the entire weekend." Fran said.
"Exactly," I answered.
She smiled and said, "I do enjoy sexual role play."
"And you're very good at it," I added.
Before we could continue, one of my salesmen came through the door. To alert Fran that someone else was there I said, "So you'll be able to get that report to me before the end of the day?"
By the time I finished, Hank Stetson approached and said, "Am I interrupting something?"
Fran looked at him and replied, "Of course not Hank, Allen and I were just talking about the quarterly sales report while we waited for a fresh pot of coffee to brew."
"That's why I'm here," Hank said as he held out his empty cup.
As he poured his coffee, I smiled at Fran and gave her a wink. She stood up and after Hank was finished poured her own and said, "I'll have that report on your desk by three o'clock."
Hank leaned against the counter until Fran left, then remarked, "She's usually one hot looking babe, but not today."
I got up and as I filled my mug said, "She's probably on her period."
Hank laughed and revealed his sexist attitude saying, "A woman's once a month excuse to be a real bitch."
I just smiled at him and headed back to my desk.