Story Code: M/F, MM/F, Oral, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Incest
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I was born into a farming family...and I do mean family. I had six uncles and aunties and they all owned farms. There were so many of us in the family in fact that our family owned and lived in every house in our small village...in fact, our family were the only family for three square miles. The village primary school only had one surname in the register so when they called the register they used first names instead of last names and sometimes they had to use the first two names because so many of the boys had our grandfather's first name.
It came as a culture shock when I moved to 'Big school' and found kids that had a different surname to mine and an even bigger shock to realise that they weren't related to us. I was a very good student, got excellent marks in every subject but as soon as I turned sixteen I was done with my education and was itching to get out to work. I wasn't interested in farm work, after sixteen years of living on a farm I had enough of cow, pig and chicken shit to last me a lifetime.
I got a job as an Office Junior for an engineering business and I didn't have a big commute either. One of our suppliers was looking to upsize and my Uncle Paul had a massive barn that he no longer needed for farm machinery so Northants Engineering moved in and I got the junior's job because the girl that was doing the job didn't want to travel to work every day.
I started working for Ken Pledgeman, he was the Office Manager and had been for twenty years. Ken was in his sixties, tall and willowy. He wore brown corduroy jackets with leather elbow patches and glasses that looked like they were cut from the bottoms of milk bottles the lenses were so thick. Ken wore bowties; he had five different shirts for work, all brightly coloured and wore a matching bowtie for each different shirt. I soon discovered that Ken was a perfectionist, there was only one way to do anything and that was Ken's way!
Oh, and I almost forgot...Ken was definitely the fairy from the top of the Christmas tree!
Ken insisted that I took a work based qualification, even though I fought him every step of the way. I ended up passing a National Vocational Qualification in Office Management with an extremely high score. I was invited to collect my trophy from a formal dinner in the Guildhall. I was twenty years old by this point and because I worked just a five minute walk from my home, I hadn't bothered to learn to drive so I had to get a lift into the ceremony.
I was expecting the graduation ceremony to be a massive affaire but I was wrong, I hadn't been invited to a graduation for my NVQ course, it was the local Chamber of Commerce meeting, it was a 'Selling Northampton to the wider country' kind of thing and the banqueting room was full of business men from all over the country being entertained by Northampton's business men and the top three students were being paraded around in front of them like cattle at a livestock auction.
I'd asked my father to pick me up an hour after dropping me off, that would mean him hanging around in Northampton instead of going home and then coming back into town but I quickly realised that this wasn't a simple diploma collecting evening; it was a full blown banquet. As soon as I saw the program for the evening I called my father and told him to go home and that I'd ring him later to collect me when the function was over.
I was glad that I'd let my mother talk me into wearing one of her old dresses, my own wardrobe consisted of jeans and T-shirts for casual wear and skirts and blouses for work. Our house was so huge that my mother never threw any of her old clothes away; she still had her old school uniforms in her dressing room. Whenever I went to a party I wore one of my mother's old outfits. My mother had been to a city university studying clothing design and manufacture before she married my father so as a young woman she had some very fashionable clothes, mainly designed and made by her own hands, some were very pretty and some very sexy.
The outfit I'd been talked into wearing by my mother was a black lace outer dress with what looked like a black, strapless, crop-top in fine muslin sewn under the top to hide my breasts and another band of muslin sewn in around the hips that was only three inches wide. I'd complained that my knickers could be seen over the top of the lower band but my mother just shook her head, "You don't wear anything under a dress like this, that's the way I designed it!"
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The back of the dress was fastened by a small button through a loop in the high neck band that looked like a choker attached to the dress and below that, the dress was open right down to the band of muslin that surrounded my hips...the only saving grace was that it didn't gape open if I stood upright but if I bent forward the crack of my arse would wink out at people. I'd even worn my mother's impossibly high, high heels, black patent leather, twenty year old shoes but they had been looked after so well that they looked like they were brand new.
Northampton had two thousand NVQ diploma winners this year but there were only three of us that had been invited to the Guildhall, Susan Gildert had achieved a qualification for her NVQ in Hair and Beauty Provision, Gail Bush had got her Catering Management NVQ and I had got my Business Management NVQ.
We three young women were very much out of place at the Chamber of Commerce banquet; there were over two hundred men at the function and only thirty or so women. Because I was wearing my mother's old dress I was probably the most 'Dressed-up' of the thirty three women at the banquet, the most dressed-up and the youngest person in the room.
I checked the seating plan, my place was about half way down the north table, I had Mr Benson on my left and Mr Eldridge on my right. Susan Gildert was opposite me on the south table and Gail Bush was in the middle of the West table. The Mayor and the great and the good of Northampton were all on the East table...the Guildhall had been built on the footprint of an eighth century church so the building was oriented east to west, the grand entrance on the west end of the building so that the head of the table were facing people entering the room.
The first course was delivered, I chose soup and the men either side of me chose paté. Over my soup I discovered that Mr Benson was a buyer for a chain of shoe shops, he loved my shoes and knew that they were older than I was, he also knew that they were made in Northampton by a local company that had disappeared more than twenty years ago, I also discovered that Mr Benson's first name was Sam. Sam Benson was very one dimensional, his whole life revolved around shoes, shoes and buying shoes. He was in town to place an order for high-end boots, high-end and high fashion.
When our green salad was delivered I turned to Mr Eldridge to find out what he did and if he was more interesting than Sam. Gavin Eldridge was very attentive; he was as interested in me and what I'd done as I was in finding out about him. Gavin was a building developer and owned an architectural and design business in London. I was particularly interested in hearing about the new speculative commercial development he was building on the Weedon Road Industrial Estate.
"When I first left school and started working for Northants Engineering, they were moving into one of my uncle's barns, the first project I had was to get the power link from the farm disconnected and a new power supply laid in."
"How old were you then?"
"I was sixteen."
"Wouldn't it have been cheaper for your uncle to just fit a private meter and charge your new boss for the electricity he used?"
"The supply from the farm was only twelve and a half KVA, Northants Engineering had several machines that needed more power than that each, if everything was running at the same time they needed over one hundred and seventy KVA, we could get one hundred and sixty-six KVA for ten thousand pounds but to go to the next step up, say two hundred KVA it would cost ten times that amount so we had to stick at the lower level, just because of the cost of installation."
"And they trusted you with all that responsibility at just sixteen years of age?"
"Mr Pledgeman was looking over my shoulder every step of the way but I had to do all the chasing around, pushing for delivery dates and that kind of thing."
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"I'm only in Northampton until lunchtime tomorrow but I'd love to show you around my new factory."
"I'd love to see around a purpose built factory and a speculative built one before they're finished, see how things get put together and see how you leave things so that the building can have several different uses."
"Can you get back into town by...say...ten thirty in the morning?"
