My friend Becky had called me up asking me to fill in for her at one of her temporary secretary placements for the next day. She had told me she was double booked and couldn't make it. She told me she usually did not miss any of the placements with this particular businessman as he had some interesting requests beyond shorthand. After agreeing to do the placement for her, she gave me instructions on the type of outfit I should wear.
The next day at the office, I was quite surprised to find this businessman was not what I had expected. I had thought it would be an old fogy in spectacles but was pleasantly surprised to find a good looking mid 30's man who introduced himself to me as Mr. Stevens, but I could call him Jake. I could see that Jake had a great body, as his suit wasn't one of those loose hanging ones you see on some guys.
The better part of my morning was spent at a desk in the lobby area outside his office, answering phones, directing clients into his office and doing filing. By lunch time I was beginning to think Becky had been telling some tall tales.
After Lunch, Jake paged me on the intercom asking me to come into his office, and to bring my steno pad with me for some dictation. I picked up my pad and pen, and checked myself in the mirror, straighten stray hairs that had come out of my bun, and adjusting my glasses. As I entered the office Jake got up from his desk walking around to the front of it and sat on the edge of the front of the desk, stretching his long legs out in front of him. I stopped to look around the spacious room noting not only did it have a desk, but also a separate seating area with a couch and coffee table in front of huge windows looking out into the heights of the city. He asked me whether Becky had told me of the special duties she did for him. After telling him that yes she had, he instructed me to go place my pad and pen on the coffee table.
I walked over to the table, and just as I was bending and placing them there he said stop. I froze in motion, waiting for his next direction. He then told me to spread my feet apart widely and slowly pull up my skirt. I placed me heel as far apart as my tight skirt would allow, and started gently pulling up my skirt from the waist. As I inched it higher I spread my feet apart a little more with each movement. When I was just pulling it over the edge of my bottom feeling the cool air conditioning on my pink lace thong, he told me to stop again.