Archive-name: Changes/wrkgirl2.txt Archive-author: Kathy Harrison Archive-title: Working Girl - 2 In the prior episode, a miserable graphic artist, John, was told by his boss, Marie, that he was not performing at a level sufficient to retain his job. John, having no luck in trying to find another job, broke down sobbing in front of Marie at his review. Seeing that John had no success in his masculine role, Marie saw as a challenge, to take John in and retrain him to become a successful advertising Account Executive, a FEMALE Account Executive. And so continues the story of the new "WORKING GIRL". **************************************************************** I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Marie actually said we were meeting the "GUYS" at the bar. Here I was, dressed in a tight black leather skirt, a satin acetate, quite fitted, red blouse with vertical, fine black pinstripes. It was open to give a glimpse of the top of my black lace slip and my flesh was squeezed together by the tight corset I was wearing to form ample cleavage. A wide black patent belt surrounded my nipped in 23" waist. I had black lace stockings and the sexiest black patent 5" heals that caused me to take short feminine steps. Marie had handed me a 3/4 length black, embossed leather jacket to wear, with red fox trim. It had gotten quite cool outside in the autumn air and she didn't want for me to catch cold. Getting back to the subject at hand, going through all of this feminization was something I could handle, meeting guys was something entirely different. I wasn't gay! And I wasn't going to go out with any guy. Marie got us into the cab and told the cab driver to take us to the Doral Hotel. She then turned to me and noting my firm resistance to go out said, "Vicki, listen and listen good... You have no choice in this matter. We are going to meet the President and CFO of my newest customers, Devon Fashions. They are one of the largest catalog and retail clothing distributors in the northeast. I have been dating Don Mortonson the President for a few weeks, when I first landed the account I met the CFO Roger Colter and we went out once. He is bi and was not my type., But he is definitely YOUR TYPE! And if you want not to be left on the street and try to make it on your own you better cooperate...GOT IT!" I got the message loud and clear. I was petrified. How could I pull this off. Marie stopped scolding me and took my hand and said, "Vicki, dear, everything will be fine if you just relax, she gave me a valium and I began to calm down. We arrived at the Doral and the Doorman helped me from the cab. I had left my purse on the seat and reached around to grab it. Marie commented to me later that the doorman was really an "Assman" because his eyes practically bugged out looking at my derriere encased in the tight leather skirt. Marie looked quite the fashion plate herself dressed in her new grey checked suit that I new was a Fioria original. It was quite tailored and she wore a black silk camisole, sheer stockings and charcoal suede spiked pumps to complete the outfit. She had her new fox coat on and looked wonderful. We went into the lounge in the hotel and checked our coats. The bar was quite long and everything was done in fine woods and reeked of opulence. I never had been in the classier places in town and could get used to this quite easily. I saw Marie wave to two men at the far end of the bar. She took my hand and led me through the crowd to meet them. Don was a very professional looking man. Rugged features, and a 6'2" athletic frame, dressed in a classic blue pinstripe suit. Greying temples gave him the look of the consummate corporate executive in his forties. Roger, on the other hand, was more of the Yuppie type. Tall and thin, he was wearing a light grey, double breasted Armani suit. He had sandy blonde hair and was wearing gold wire frame glasses. He was in his thirties and was very handsome. Marie introduced me to Don first, "Donald this is my cousin Victoria Escovar." Don took my hand and said, "Victoria its a pleasure to meet you." I noticed how different men shake women's hands than mens hands. He was soft and gentile with me, I like that. Marie then introduced me to Roger as Vicki. Roger took my hand and kissed it. I must of turned 16 shades of red. "Vicki, you are a most attractive woman, I am most pleased to make your acquaintance." I was totally flustered by this situation. Here was this most attractive man, who most women would die for, making goo- goo eyes at me...a man dressed as a woman. I felt a little light headed. Before even saying anything, I staggered and Roger caught me in his firm strong grasp. He and Marie helped me up on a bar stool and got me a drink of water. Feeling better I said, "Thank you very much, I don't usually faint upon meeting such handsome men." I was trying to be complementary and apparently it was working. Roger put his arm around my shoulders and said, "I'm the one who should be captivated by your beauty." Feeling better, Marie suggested that we go to the powder room to freshen up for dinner. She asked Donald to order an Absolut martini for her and a Chardonnay for me, as she hurried me off to the ladies room. Once there, Marie took out a tissue and wiped the perspiration from my brow. I was shaking and didn't know what to do. "Vicki, you must relax. Roger and Don like you very much, Roger in particular. I told him about you before we got together tonight, although Don doesn't know of course. Roger is totally captivated by you. Right before we came in here, he whispered in my ear that you were perfect. Just relax and enjoy yourself." I took a deep breath and started to calm down. Marie opened my purse and took out some of my makeup and gave me a touch up. A little more mascara, some powder and plenty of lip gloss. I grabbed my purse and we headed back into the lounge. I felt much better as Marie led me to a table in the lounge where Don and Roger were waiting for us. Roger got up and helped me with my chair and I smoothed my skirt which hiked up exposing my lace encased thighs as I sat down. I crossed my legs as femininely as I could and sat back in the lounge chair. Roger couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of me. Marie started the conversation by telling Don and Roger that I had just left a small agency handling local retailers in Miami. After I had gotten myself settled here in New York, she wanted me to interview at their new creative group to handle fashion direct marketing as a Junior A.E.. I may even be able to work on some programs for Devon. Especially in their Hispanic niche marketing group. I knew enough from my three years at the graphics studio, and thank god I was relatively fluent in Spanish, given Don's attempt at Spanish conversation (bad High School Spanish) to be able to hold my own in the conversation. After about five minutes of shop talk. Marie took the conversation on to other subjects. Thank god she did, because I was running out of things to say. We talked for about a half an hour, Don left the table for about 10 minutes and when he returned he had made 9:00 reservations at The Four Seasons for us. I got a little nervous, because I thought the night was going to end with drinks. We went outside and Don had a stretch limo waiting at the hotel, to take us to the restaurant. We had reservations in one of the dining rooms. I lost track of the name of the room, but was captivated by the grandiose surroundings of the famous restaurant. The maitre d' seated us and was quite gallant. I loved all of the attention we were getting. I began to think that there are many advantages to being a woman, particularly attractive ones. At dinner I tried many things that I never tried before; caviar, escargot, quail and truffles. I only tried small morsels of each, not thinking my corset would allow me any more. The conversation was stimulating, Don talked of his trip to China, I was fascinated. Roger talked about skiing and playing tennis and the trip he was planning to St. Moritz in December for Christmas. I listened and added, where appropriate, what I could, but mostly I was enthralled by these successful people living life to the fullest. I had never even dreamed of some of these experiences. I tried sking once and was not very good and I wasn't a very good tennis player. As coffee was served, Marie and I excused ourselves to go to the Ladies room and we left. Marie turned to me as I turned the corner into the powder room, "Your doing wonderfully, what do you think of Roger?" "He's quite a fascinating man. I like listening to both of them." Marie said,"That's not what I mean. What I said was ...What do you think of HIM? Do you like him, don't you think he is a great looking guy?" I knew what she was getting at and I couldn't think straight about it. They were both very attractive men. They lived lives that I could never dream of. As a "woman" I could not help but be attracted to them, especially to Roger who was being so nice to me. I couldn't help thinking that I was living a masquerade and that as a man, I could not really be attracted to him. I replied to Marie, "I don't know, I'm very confused, I guess so." Marie said, "Thats great, because I know he likes you. He hasn't taken his eyes off you all night. I want you to relax and enjoy him. In your new roll you owe it to yourself to take advantage of any opportunity. Roger and Don can help you be successful in your new position. Roger likes you and finds you attractive. The more time you spend with him and the better you make him feel, the more opportunities you will have. Also as my account, the more you will be part of my ability to lock Devon in as a long term client. I'm sure that you will be very satisfied if you relax and have a good time." I looked at Marie and skeptically said "OK". Last second touches to my makeup and adjusted my skirt and we went back into the restaurant. Don and Roger had ordered us after dinner drinks. Don knew Marie liked B&B and Roger was drinking cognac and had ordered the same for me. I had not tried it before and although it was strong, I liked it. I sipped the drink that was served in a brandy snifter slowly at first. Don suggested that the night was still young and that he and Roger offered to take us up to the Rainbow room at the top of Rockefeller Center for some Midnight dancing. I looked to Marie who was smiling from ear to ear and realized that we were going so I didn't resist. I just looked down and finished the brandy in one swig...all of it! We accepted their invitation and they escorted us to the car. The combination of the drinks that I had and the valium that I took earlier had gotten me most relaxed. We talked and laughed and I found myself sitting quite close to Roger in the back seat of the limo. He had his arm around my shoulder and was holding me close to him. I felt so relaxed that I gave in and snuggled down with my head on his shoulder. Marie smiled at me and winked. I looked back and then closed my eyes. I didn't really know what was happening to me...but I liked it. We got to the Rockefeller Center and Don had the limo wait for us. In the cool fall air, Don put his arm around Marie and Roger around me and we walked over to the edge of the ice rink. They were just closing up and the final sparkle of the lights shown down on the ice. It was beautiful. As the lights started to go off, Don and Roger escorted us into the building and up to the famous Rainbow Room. The place was a dream, all done in art deco. This was my favorite style, I had studied much about the period when I went to art school. We were escorted to a table and sat down. Don ordered us another round of drinks. I felt that I couldn't possibly have another and begged off. Roger ordered another cognac and said we would share, I agreed and he pulled me closer to him on the seat of the booth. The band started up and Don grabbed Marie and took her out onto the dance floor. It was a fast song, being scared to dance (particularly in these heals) I begged off and stayed at the table. Roger waited until Marie and Don left and started talking to me, "Vicki, you are a beautiful "WOMAN" and I know, that you know, that I know your little secret. I have to be very careful in my position not to allow my sexual preferences to come into my business life. You are the type of "girl" that can let me have my proverbial cake and eat it too. I like you and want to keep seeing you if you let me and I'm sure that I can do alot for both your and Marie's career. Besides, based on what Marie has told me, I'm sure that you would enjoy this type of life alot better than the one you had been living." I looked up at Roger and saw in his deep blue eyes someone that before this night I could of never imagined having a relationship with. But I had gone through alot of changes in the last couple of days and this was a life that I could grow comfortable with. I looked into Rogers eyes and gave in to him. He tilted his head and kissed me. At first I didn't respond at all. I was petrified...how could this be happening to me. but here I was, dressed as I was, enjoying myself in places and doing things that I had never dreamed of before. Here was an obviously successful person, who could have anyone, and he wanted me. The fact that he was a man complicated matters, but considering my outward appearance, it was obvious that I was the farthest thing to being male that you could imagine. As his kiss grew more passionate, I began to respond. I raised my hands and at first put them on his shoulders, he held me closer to him. I was caught up in the moment and responded to him. I put my hands behind his head and held him nearer to me. I had succumbed to his advances and there was little turning back now. I felt totally vulnerable as I never had before. I even felt a sense of warmth that I had not felt in years. We kissed once or twice more and sat at the table holding hands. The band started playing "Someone to Watch Over Me", and Roger took me out onto the dance floor. It was a very slow song and we danced, holding each other closely. At first Roger held my right hand in his and put his left around my waist. My hand felt so small and petite in comparison to his. After a while I put both my hands around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder. Many times his hands drifted down to my leather clad bottom and then surrounding me hugging me close to him. We stayed out on the dance floor for almost an hour. Every once in a while I caught glimpses of Marie and Don dancing and Marie smiling at me. It was almost 1:30 by the time we returned to the table. Marie and Don were nowhere to be found and there was a small note waiting at my seat. " Vicki, I saw what a great time you and Roger were having out on the dance floor. I knew you would be the perfect couple. Since I was so confident you two were going to hit it off, I took a few liberties and had a weekend planned for you and Roger that I was going to go ahead with based on how you two got along. It's obvious that you are most compatible, so why wait? I had the limo driver stop at the apartment and pick up the bags I packed for you. They are in the trunk of the limo. I have even bought some new things for you that are something special. Don and I have taken a cab back to his place on Park Ave. The limo will take you to Roger's. Have fun, see you Monday. Love, Marie" I looked up at Roger and said "You knew about this all along, didn't you." He looked at me and said, "Vicki, dear, I only wanted to go along with it if I felt you wanted to. I think you do. I want you to. It can be a most enjoyable weekend for the both of us. I'm sure Marie would be most pleased. Will you spend the weekend with me." I thought about it for a moment and what else could I say. As a quick retort I replied, "I hope you don't believe that I go home with every man I meet on the first date." We both laughed and headed for the elevator. Once in the limo I sat close to Roger, he lived in Westchester, so it was a long drive. I was still most apprehensive. The fact that Roger just cuddled with me and didn't try to maul me in the back seat of the car made me feel alot more comfortable. We talked all the way back to his house. He told me how his wife left him for a business associate of her's last year. She just took off and he retained custody of their three daughters, Sandy, who was 14 and the twins Lisa and Lori who were 4. He and his wife, Ellen, had been married when they were still seniors at Dartmouth. And were both also quite ambitious and the stress of two most competitive lifestyles was too much for their marriage. "Ellen also was into playing the field. Having the kids was not her idea of fun. They had a governess almost since they were born. In the first few years with just Sandy it was OK, but after the twins were born, Ellen stopped being a responsible parent. I ended up doing alot of the parenting and later found Ellen to be having extramarital affairs. She ended up taking off with one of her clients and is now somewhere in Italy doing whatever she wants." I felt sad for Roger, he obviously loved his children and wanted to have a happy marriage. He didn't seem to object to Ellen's ambition, in fact he seemed to encourage it. She just took advantage of him. His lawyer was obviously very good, because he retained custody of the children, not that Ellen seemed to want them, and most of the joint assets. I told him of my life, not that there was much to tell. That I was brought up by my mother, Louisa, who was a Cuban emigre, that came to America after Castro came into power. She married my father, George Ricks, who left my mother when I was only 3. I was her only child. I guess she did the best she could, but it was hard. I remember that there was always alot of men visiting my mother, I never thought until later that they were possibly paying for her services. When I found out, I left home. At first I hated her and all of them. Over time my attitude softened. I went to a local art school and found I had an affinity for art. I was no real "artist", but I developed a good sense of space and design. I ended up at a junior college down near Ft. Lauderdale. Between trying to keep a job and live, there wasn't much time for college. I took four years to get a two year degree in Business and a minor in art. That was last year. For the past year I have been working at the agency for Marie. In fact Marie didn't hire me, her predecessor did and Marie was not all to happy to inherit me. She is very much into the use of computers for layout and design, I don't have that experience, nor do I have much of an inclination for it. She must see something in me though, or why would she be going to all of this trouble. Roger ended up telling me why Marie had such an interest in me. "Marie and I went out on two or three dates, She is quite a woman and tends to be on the "Domineering" side as you probably well know. She found me to be not her type that she could develop a more intimate relationship and also found out I was Bi. She liked me and wanted to do something for me, besides the fact I was her largest account (although, knowing Marie, that was her primary motivation). And said that she knew someone who she thought would satisfy "all" of my needs, apparently you were her challenge to do so. I know she felt she would be able to always retain my vote to keep her on as the primary agency for our account if she was able to deliver. I found that tonight I feel totally differently. You are not just a fantasy, you are real and betytr than I could have imagined. I could never have a relationship, outwardly, with a man. But I am not totally sexually satisfied with a woman. You can fulfill my desires completely. I looked at him and knew that eventually that would come true, but said, "Roger please be slow with me. I have had so many things happen to me in the last two days, my head is spinning. I need time." Roger held me closer and stroked my hair and said, "There there, I will take care of you. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Just keep an open mind." I felt much better and started to relax. A few minutes later we were at his home. It was a beautiful large colonial somewhere in Scarsdale, I didn't really know where we were. He helped me out of the car and the driver went around and got my bags from the trunk. I didn't know how long Marie thought I was staying but she packed a large suitcase, a garment bag and a Cosmetics case. The driver brought them up to the front porch and took off. It was dark, and I couldn't see much of the house, but it seemed quite large. Inside I saw how large it really was. A palatial center hall that had a staircase that went up to a large landing with a huge window and wound around to the second floor. There was a large living room with a grand piano and a beautiful formal dining room. Roger said that I must be tired and brought my bags up stairs. The girls were staying at his mothers for the weekend. She was dropping them off early monday morning before school. We entered the master suite and saw a beautiful four post brass king size bed. French provincial furniture was everywhere, and this was all the real thing. He brought my bags into a huge dressing area that had its own private bath and large walk-in closets that were bare. "Vicki, this was Ellen's dressing area. If you want to get freshened up, use anything you want. I need to take care of some things downstairs, it should only take me 20 minutes or so. Why don't you get ready for bed and remember, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. I felt nervous and excited as well. He is a most loving person and I was quite fond of him. In the next 20 minutes I had to decide whether or not I was going to sleep with him. I unpacked my suitcases and again wondered if Marie thought I was going away for a year. I unpacked the Cosmetic case first. It was filled to the brim with everything I would need. Although I had not had alot of practice with putting on makeup. Marie left some notes in the bag to help me and I watched enough that with a little practice, I thought I could get the hang of it. Then I unpacked the suit case. It too was filled to the brim. Stockings, panties, bras, slips and cami's. Two corsets and a corselette. Three teddies and several other nities and peignoir sets. A bathing suit, (I don't know how or where I was going to use that) as well as a black bikini! Two denim skirts and several sweaters. About eight pairs of pumps and other shoes including a pair of tennies. Lots of accessories and jewelry, a pair of sexy high heal boots with bows all over them and several other knit dresses, skirts and slacks of various styles and fabrics, jeans and a couple of mini skirts in white and blue leather and another skirt in denim. At the bottom of the case there were two dresses, one a strapless hot pink leather and the other a soft grey knit mini that was backless. I had no idea how Marie expected me to wear them. Also a white tennis dress with a pair of ruffled panties pinned inside. Roger liked to play tennis, I guess I was in for some lessons. In the garment bag, Marie packed her mink coat with a note, "This is on loan! Must be returned!" as well as a denim jacket that was airbrushed and jeweled. There was also a short bustier dress with a black velvet bodice and hot pink organza short skirt with toule flounces and a large pink satin bow at the hip. Also there was a tailored grey wool suit with a nipped in waist and a peplum as well as several silk blouses and a jade green silk jumpsuit. I hung the clothes up and found that my wardrobe was complete for some time. I guess I was in for the long run here. Marie packed some notes for me to read, I was going to go over them in the morning. I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up. Finally I made the decision I would sleep with Roger that night. If I was going to do it, I would do it right. I changed out of my clothes and put on a red waist cincher that Marie had packed for me. I took out the red teddy that I put in the draw and put it on. I brushed out my hair and touched up my makeup. Without my inserts, my breasts were small, but the cincher pushed up whatever loose flesh I had and the Teddy helped mold them into about a large A- cup. I went into the bedroom. dimmed the lights, took a deep breath and got into bed. I waited nervously for Roger to arrive. I had decided to be his woman for the weekend. (To be continued) --