The first job I had after graduate school was with a graphic design company. By small, I mean there were about twenty people employed and, while it was considered up and coming, the company that hadn't yet solidified its reputation. Anyways, my decision to work there - as opposed to another more established company that had offered me a better pay/benefits package - was made after meeting the woman who ran the company. After being interviewed by the personnel director and a project manager I was offered the position. This happened on a Friday afternoon and after I had asked for the weekend to consider both offers, the personnel director suggested that I meet the company's president/owner.
The personnel director asked me to wait in the lobby for a few minutes and when he returned, he led me to the boss's office. The office was spacious - furnished with a leather sofa and two comfortable chairs as well as desk, coffee table and small conference table. It became quickly evident to me that the boss was female. She was busy doing some sketching on a drawing pad when we entered but put it aside when the personnel director & I arrive. When she stood up, I could only stare. If one word could describe her it was stunning! I'd say early forties, five feet seven, auburn hair and likely a 36-24-36 figure. She was wearing a black skirt, a cream colored silk blouse - seductively unbuttoned to display her um, uh, pearl necklace. When she walked over to introduce herself, I noticed she had apparently slipped out of her heels and was in black nylon stocking feet. I immediately thought of Mrs. Robinson from The Graduate' and Lady Sonia from my favorite porn site. From her smile, I knew she knew she had me. She nodded to the personnel director, Larry, who was waiting by the door, and he left her office, quietly closing the door behind him.
Shaking my hand she said: "Hi Mark. I'm Jayne."
She had a sultry voice ala Kathleen Turner and continued: I heard great things about you from Larry and hope we can convince you to join JBG."
I took a deep breath - appreciating the faint fragrance of her perfume, and while I felt the urge to kiss her on the spot and blurting out that I didn't need any more convincing, I simply smiled and said: "Pleased to meet you."
She walked over to a shelf near her desk - allowing me a glimpse of her fine ass, and took a bottle of wine off the shelf along with two glasses. She them down on her desk and asked if I'd like a glass of wine. I was a little surprised to hear her ask that, but decided that if that if this was the way a gorgeous businesswoman did things, I was eagerly on-board.
The wine did help calm me down and Jayne noticed it - as I had drunk it rather quickly. She told me she knew I would be nervous. She explained that her philosophy on running a business was to understand the pressures of the work and balance that by offering an environment that allowed people to relax as much as possible. She said she was competitive by nature but after getting the business off the ground, determined that she needed to become more laid back to keep her employees happy, productive and willing to work for her. She asked me about college and grad school. She poured more wine and inquired about other interests. I told her I liked running, cycling and camping. Jayne told me that she ran on occasion and that there was a weight room along with men's and women's locker rooms in the basement of the building.
She seemed to imply that running and workouts were encouraged and if I wasn't already sold on working for this woman, that idea would have done it. Jayne poured yet another glass of wine for us and asked me about my family. She then asked if I was married or had a girlfriend. I told her that there were a few women that I dated but no serious relationship yet. She smiled and then looked at her watch.
"So, Mark, what do you think? Do you'd like to work for JBG?" she asked.
I wanted to let her know somehow that she had convinced me this would be a good move, so I nodded and said: "It would be a pleasure to work for you."
She smiled and said: "Great! I think you'll enjoy working here. I'll buzz Larry and have him bring in an employment agreement for you to sign."
A minute later, Larry knocked on the door and entered. He suggested that I return to his office since there was quite a stack of forms to complete. He nodded to Jayne and mentioned that she probably had some things to finish before leaving. Jayne said that she did and when I stood, she came over and offered her hand. She told me she was pleased I would be joining them.
As I followed Larry to his office, I noticed that despite it being 5:30 on a Friday evening, there were several people still working. There were a couple attractive young women - which reaffirmed my decision to take the job as a good one. Maybe it was the wine that made the paperwork take longer than expected. When I finally finished, it was close to seven o'clock. Larry told me he had to scoot and that I should ask for him on Monday morning. He would get me set up in the office. We shook hands and as we did, he asked if I could find my way out. I assured him that I could and after he left, I gathered my papers and put them in my briefcase.
I guess I made the wrong turn because instead of finding the exit, I found myself at Jayne's office. The door was slightly ajar and the room softly lit by lamps. I thought it was my imagination when I heard soft moans of pleasure emanating from within. I quietly pushed the door open a little more so I could peer in and was shocked at seeing Jayne sitting on the leather couch. I noticed her panties and nylons on the floor next to her. She had her skirt hiked up and legs spread wide as her fingers busily played with her pussy. Standing nearby, an attractive woman was taking pictures of Jayne. Even though the photographer was fully clothed, I saw that she was a knockout: blonde hair, long legs, nice ass, maybe twenty five or six. When she kneeled down, I knew she was getting some close-ups of Jayne's pussy. I began to rub my cock - imagining how wet it would feel, when I was startled by voices somewhere down the corridor. Instead of hiding and returning for more of this erotic show, I rushed away in the opposite direction of the voices and found and exit that lead to the lobby of the building. I got my bearings and located a men's restroom. Once inside, I put my briefcase down, moved to the urinal and freed the still hard cock from my trousers. Precum was oozing from the tip as I gripped my cock and began to pump it. I closed my eyes to revisit the scene I had witnessed just moments ago. Within seconds, cum was splashing the porcelain wall of the urinal. Afterwards, on the ride home as well as over the weekend, I wondered what I might be getting myself into.
When I arrived at work on Monday, I was given a small office and Larry walked around with me to introduce me to other employees. There were two project managers who made assignments and reviewed work. My project manager's name was Craig and after we met for about an hour, he gave me a list of projects I would be involved with over the next few months. Despite initial visions I had of orgies and one-on-one sexual encounters, I settled into the job and those thoughts fell to the back of my mind. I really liked the people I worked with and discovered that the laid back philosophy that Jayne had conveyed in our first meeting really was conducive to being productive. Of course there were deadlines, but no one was looking over anyone's shoulder or piling on additional work. The only pressure I felt was that which I put on myself. For example, like how several weeks later I was working late on a Friday because I knew I was taking Monday to spend a long weekend away at a friend's wedding. Hoping to get a little ahead of schedule on an advertising project, I was sketching some edits on a design I had already loaded onto my computer. I was lost in thought when Jayne's recognizable sultry voice startled me. I looked up and she was standing next to my chair holding a glass of wine. She was wearing a light grey silk blouse with a couple of buttons seductively undone to go with navy slacks. And, as I had gotten used to seeing around the office, she wasn't wearing shoes over her nylon stockings.
"Hi Mark. It's already after seven on a Friday night. You must have better things to do," she said.
I began to explain how I was taking Monday off and wanted to get a little ahead of things.
Jayne laughed and said: "You don't have to work late on a Friday to do that. Why don't you call it a night and join me for a glass of wine in my office. Besides, I've been meaning to talk to you about a project I've been working on."
I wasn't about to argue with her, so I saved, shut down my computer and followed Jayne to her office. I sat down in one of the leather chairs while she got the bottle of wine and another glass from the shelf behind her desk. As she was doing that she asked if I had heard anything about bonuses that are given for special projects she occasionally has. I told her I hadn't. She placed the wine down on the coffee table between us and sat down in the other leather chair.
She explained: "I give a bonus to people who assist me on projects I sometimes do on the side. Sometimes it's an employee who helps me. Sometimes it's a friend or acquaintance."
Jayne noticed how quickly I had finished my wine and refilled my glass. I was recently thinking about a new car, so the thought of bonus work intrigued me.
"I would be interested in the bonus," I told her.
"Great!" she replied. "I need to go to the ladies room and will be right back to show you what I'm working on."
I was either nervous or thirsty because I polished off my second glass of wine and poured more into my glass. Jayne came back and closed the door behind her. She also flipped off the lights leaving the room more softly lit by a lamp behind the leather chairs.
Jayne went over to her desk and sat down. She began doing something with her computer.
"Come over and have a look, Mark," she told me.
