The Arrangement
by Ann Douglas
Pamela Jean Armstrong stepped out of the elevator and toward the double
glass doors with a purposeful strike in her step. The twenty-four year old
blond paused for a moment as she checked her reflection in the glass, then
opened the right door, stepping into the offices of Dawson, Davis and
Douglas.
The clock on the wall read nine fifty, but the recently promoted Account
Manager knew very well that no one was going to make any reference to her
being late. Just as no one was ever going to tell her that the hem of her
skirt or the deep cut of her neckline was more than simple office decorum
dictated.
Quickly she passed down the long row of cubicles, knowing that every
pair of eyes looked up as she passed. And why shouldnt they, she thought.
After all, she was a very attractive woman. Most men would say beautiful.
It didnt seem like all too long ago that she had been one of the girls
in the cubicles. Just another nameless, faceless nobody, slaving away nine
to five. That might be all right for these losers, she thought, but Pamela
Jean knew she was destined for better things. She was a girl who knew how
to make the most of her assets. To get the most for what she had to offer.
Pamela had just reached the end of the row when she heard a voice call
out from behind her. She couldnt be sure, but shed bet even money that the
voice had been that of Mary Sue Cox. Mary had started at Triple D over two
years before her and had worked her way up to the Supervisor of the
secretarial pool. In far less time, Pam had advanced far beyond that with
a lot less effort.
The voice had said one single word.
Slut!
Most women wouldve taken the accusation as the highest insult. Pamela
Jean however reveled in the label. She had learned as long ago as her
early teens that she had a body that men wanted. A body that they were
willing to pay greatly to possess, if only temporarily.
It started out simply enough back in junior high. A boy might do her
homework for the chance to look down her blouse. Even more, he might well
do a research project to feel her breasts. Pamela had been fortunate
enough to developed quite early and continue to do so until her bust
rounded out at a 36C. Those that really went above and beyond might even
get the chance to see them braless.
But it was in tenth grade, when she was sixteen that Pam discovered the
real power. It was then that she discovered sex.
Her teacher had been her cousin Margo, a girl two years her senior.
Using a banana as a prop, shed taught the teenager how to give a blowjob.
From that day on, Pam had wanted for almost nothing. By the time she made
it to high school, she graduated to actual sex and the benefits gained
increased even more.
Of course the other girls talked about her then, just as they did now.
The men however, tripped over themselves to be with her. She also made
another important discovery by the time she was a senior. Older men had a
lot more to give, and married men were the best because they gave to be
with you, then gave even more so their wives never found out.
From High School she moved onto College, where her grades benefited more
from late afternoon blowjobs and weekend fucks than any actual work. Most
of her professors were more than willing to trade a passing grade for a
willing young piece of ass.
No, Pamela wasnt offended by being called a slut; she wore it with
pride. At least she had the sense to use the gifts shed been born with to
get ahead, she always reminded herself.
The red garbed young woman reached her objective, the small row of
offices that housed the firms senior and junior Vice-Presidents. The third
office in line belonged to Paul Michael Ryan. He was the Vice-President in
charge of her area, as well as her lover.
Pamelas big break to break out of the secretarial pool had come a year
and a half ago. Ryans Executive Secretary, a fifty-four year old battleaxe
who seemed like shed been with the firm forever, had been hospitalized for
acute appendicitis. The then twenty-two year old hadnt been filling in for
a week when shed convinced Mr. Ryan of her superior dictation abilities.
Even after Jacqueline Bradley returned to work, Paul Ryan was always
finding ways to include Pam on special projects. It wasnt long before she
found herself promoted to Secretarial Assistant, handling most of the low
level jobs that Jacqueline didnt have time for.
Of course by this time, she was screwing the fifty-two year old Ryan two
to three times a week. If amazed her at times how much sexual energy the
silver-gray haired businessman had during their trysts. Or how adventurous
his sexual quirks had become over the course of their affair.
Yet Pamela Jean had never been one to complain about any of his
requests, at least not so far. Not whenever he came up with something new
for them to try, he always rewarded her enthusiasm with some new gift. A
gift that was usually something quite expensive.
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