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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".
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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)
 
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