The Arrangement
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Part Two
"No, I don't think so." Victoria said as she couldn't help but smile. "At least not in this politically correct age."
The older woman let Pamela think about the question a little longer, just to see if she came up with any more serious suggestions. Three long minutes later, none had been forthcoming.
"Can we talk frankly, Pamela, I can call you Pamela can't I?" Victoria asked.
"Of course." Pamela Jean quickly responded to both questions.
"Good." Victoria smiled. "Well since we are talking frankly, tell me, were you happy being Paul Ryan's slut? I'm not being judgmental in calling you that, but that is how most people in this office saw you."
It was funny but in all the months she had Paul had been doing it, she never really asked herself that question. She had just taken it for granted that was the way for her to get ahead, just as it had been a way for her to get through school.
"I guess in some ways I was, and some ways not so much." she finally responded. "I mean he sex wasn't always that great, but sometimes it was exciting trying new things or letting him be in control."
"Trying new things and letting him be in control," Victoria repeated as if she wanted to make sure she had heard Pamela correctly. "Excellent."
The statement confused Pamela but before she could seek clarification, Victoria had already gone on.
"You know, I really don't hold it against you for using your sexual assets to try and get a leg up, so to speak." she said. "That has been going on since the day Eve offered Adam the apple. What I am disappointed with is that you didn't make the most of any advantage you might have gained. Instead of learning that skills that might actually have eventually qualified you for that Account Manager's position, you settled for shiny baubles like some primitive tribeswoman."
Pamela had never really thought about it like that. Victoria was right, she had wasted her opportunities. What hadn't she seen that?
"Because I'm an idiot." Pamela silently concluded.
"You know," Victoria said as she changed the subject. At least Pam thought she was changing the subject. "Since I'm now going to be running two departments, I'm entitled to a second Secretarial Assistant."
That statement immediately caught Pamela' attention.
"You'd want me to be your assistant?" she asked incredibly.
"Perhaps ..." Victoria replied.
"But we've already established that I'm not good at much of anything business related." Pamela said realistically.
"Perhaps you just need a second chance to make the most of your opportunities." answered Victoria, a strange look in her eyes.
"I'm afraid I don't understand." Pamela said.
"It's said, people should do what they do best." Victoria said. "And then take it from there."
"But all I've ever been good at was ..." Pamela Jean started to say, then thought she realized where this conversation was going. "What I joked about before, you want me to be some kind of corporate whore? Someone to sleep with clients and such?"
"Would you do something like that?" Victoria asked out of curiosity.
"I ... I'm not sure." she replied.
"It was just a question." Victoria said. "Since you brought it up. Corporate whore isn't what I was suggesting."
"Then what?"
"If you could start all over with Paul, what would you do differently." Victoria asked as she stepped closer to Pamela.
"I guess what you said earlier. Make sure that this time I would get something more out of the relationship. Something more important than just a few trinkets."
"Very good." the brunette smiled as she stopped just in front of the blond. "You've just shown that you can learn when you have the chance. Sometimes all a girl needs its a little guidance. Maybe a firm hand once in a while."
"Tell me, Pamela ..." Victoria asked as she reached up and stoked the younger woman's cheek. "Have you ever had another woman as a lover?"
Pamela too her time in answering. In college and a few times after, the opportunity to be with a woman had presented itself but she had never really been curious enough to try it. Several times during her affair with Paul, if that was what you could call it, the older man had suggested that they try a three way with another girl.
Of course he wanted Pam to come up with the other girl as well, someone as young and endowed as she was. Everytime he brought it up again, she always put her off saying that she couldn't find a girl she felt comfortable enough with to try. The last time Paul had asked, he said that he would pay for a professional escort if she couldn't convince a friend. She had told him she would have to think about that.
"No, I haven't" she finally replied.
"Have you ever wanted to?" Victoria asked as she brought her hand down and placed her fingers on the exposed top of Pamela Jean's breasts.
The sudden flesh to flesh contact made the younger woman suddenly gasp.
"Before you answer," Victoria said. "Let me say a few things first. As I'm quite sure that you've already guessed, I'm a lesbian. Now that's not exactly a secret to most of the management team here at Triple D. While I don't have a sign on my desk that says lesbian, I don't make any effort to hide it either. It's just who I am. When you get to my level, a firm is much more interested in what you deliver on a business level than who shares the other side of your bed."
Actually, until five minutes ago, Pamela hadn't figured out that Victoria was gay. She always thought that she was a bitch, but never a dyke.
"I'm also sure you've figured that I find you very desirable." she went on. "I confess that I've always had a weakness for beautiful young women. Especially if they have, what shall I call it, a bit of the slut in them."
Pamela had to admit to herself, that certainly described her. She was also very aware that Victoria's hand had again moved lower and her fingers were now pressed against Pamela's nipple. A nipple, Pam was surprised to discover, that had grown hard at her touch.
"I want to be quite clear at what I'm proposing here. What I'm talking about here is an arrangement. One similar to that you had with Paul Ryan, but one that I can promise would be much more beneficial to you. You will give me what I need, and I will see to it that you get what you so desperately need. You will also work, and I promise you my dear, you will work hard. This is not going to be a free ride. You will learn the skills you need to succeed. And along the way, you might discover other things about yourself as well. Things you might never have considered before."
When Victoria finally finished, Pamela's head was spinning. It was a lot to take in at once. In just an hour, the world she had built up for herself over the past year had been swept away. It was too much for her to sort out right now.
The new Vice-President of Sales realized this as she stopped stroking Pamela's breasts through her dress and took a step back. She picked up a pad from the desk and quickly wrote something on it. Ripping the page off the pad, she used a paperclip to attach a business card to the paper as well. Then reached out and offered both to Pamela.
"On the paper is the address of my apartment uptown," Victoria said as Pam took the offered paper. "I want you to take a few days off to sort this all out in your head. If you decide that you want to take me up on my offer, be there Friday night at eight o'clock. Wear something appropriate."
Pamela looked at the address and though it was in a pretty exclusive part of town. Then she took a look at the business card that was also attached to the note.
"That card," Victoria explained, "Belongs to a friend of mine named Blair Scott. She and I belong to a sort of businesswoman's society. She also is head of personal for McMurphy Industries. If you decide my offer isn't for you, give her a call on Monday morning. I'll talk to her before then and I'm sure she'll be able to find something for you in the way of employment. It might not be what you have gotten used to over the last year, but it'll be a place to start over."
Pamela was to say the very least, stunned. She stared at the paper and card, which she held in separate hands. One minute, Victoria was doing her best to seduce her, then the next she tells her to go home and take the rest of the week to think about it. Oh and by the way, just in case you want to tell me to fuck off, here's the card for someone who will give you a new job.
"If this was Paul standing here right now," Pamela thought as the scattered thoughts in her head crashed against each other. "I'd be on my knees by now, sucking his cock at the least."
"Well as you said a little while ago," Victoria said as she went back behind her desk. "I am going to be quite busy today so I'd better get started. Please ask Jacqueline to come in on your way out."
With that, Victoria picked up a new pile of papers from her desk and began to read them. She didn't seem to notice as Pamela backed out of the office. In fact, few people took notice of Pamela as she quietly left the office for the rest of the week.
"What do you think, Jacqueline?" Victoria said as she handed the older woman the papers she had just signed. Will she or won't she?"
"I really don't know." she said as she smiled at her new boss. "And I have to say again, I really don't understand why you'd ever want to bother with trash like that. You know I never held it against Mr. Ryan for having a little fling on the side. I've met his wife and a nasty bitch I never want to meet. What and now you see in that girl is beyond me."
Victoria looked up into the older woman's eyes and smiled. A smile both warm and full of familiarity.
"Maybe a little of the same thing you saw in me when I first started here." Victoria laughed. "Remember what you said to me the first time you took me home. That I was brilliant but still very undisciplined. You changed that, didn't you?"
"I guess that I did." Jacqueline mused as she thought back of the torrid affair they had back when she was thirty-two and Victoria fresh out of college.
"Be sure to give Christine my love,: Victoria said as Jacqueline started to leave her to the pile of work on her desk. "Tell her I always envy her, spending the last twenty years with you."
"Liar," the older woman laughed before exiting through the door. "We both know long term relationships were never your style. You're too attracted to cute young things."
"I guess you do know me too well." Victoria said as the door closed behind Jacqueline.
Victoria paused from her labors and remembered how soft Pamela's breast had felt beneath her fingers. It was a memory she carried with her long after she went back to work.
Pamela couldn't believe how fast the next four days sped by. It seemed like she went to bed Monday night and woke up Friday morning. Or more precisely Friday afternoon as the day was more than half over before she crawled out of bed. Victoria's deadline was less than eight hours away and she still wasn't sure what she wanted to do.
One thing she was sure of. The job at McMurphy Industries was real enough. She'd called Blair Scott on Wednesday and scheduled an interview for Monday morning. Ms. Scott had assured her that the interview was just a formality as there was no chance she was going to let slip the chance to do a favor for her friend Victoria. It was just a matter of finding out where she would best fit in the McMurphy family she had said.
Just in case, Pamela went out and got her hair done. It was short notice but the girl at the mail said they could fit her in about three thirty. She was so pleased with the haircut, she gave the girl a more than generous tip.
She had a quick bite to eat at the food court, giving in to her weakness for junk food. Biting into the cheeseburger, she knew she would be paying for this on the treadmill tomorrow. That was, of course if she didn't find some alternate exercise before then.
The tall blond really wasn't paying much attention to the store's she passed, until something totally new caught her eye.
"This wasn't here the last time I was in the mall." Pamela thought as she looked at all the displays in the windows. "If this isn't fate, I don't know what is. I should at least check it out." she added as she stepped inside the small shop.
Given her lifestyle, she found it funny that this was the first time she had ever been in a Victoria's Secret boutique. Pam walked around the store, taking stock of all the wonderful lingerie that had to offer. A pretty redheaded saleswoman in her early thirties offered to help, but Pamela said she was just looking.
She was just about to leave when she spotting a scrumptious bra and panty combo. Immediately she knew she wasn't going to leave the store without it.
"We have that in a wide assortment of colors." the saleswoman said, having come back over when she saw Pamela's interest. "What color are you looking for?"
"I wonder what Victoria's favorite color is." Pamela mused without thinking about what she was saying.
A moment later it hit her. She realized that even though she hadn't realized it, she had already made up her mind. Come eight-thirty, she would be standing at Victoria's door.
"Is there a particular color you're looking for?" the saleswoman repeated.
"Oh," Pamela said, snapping back to reality. "I really hadn't thought about it."
"With your hair color and skin, I think the emerald green would look lovely on you." the saleswoman suggested.
Pam looked at the small plastic wrapped package the saleswoman had taken from under the display case. She suddenly remembered Victoria wearing a dress that color at last year's Christmas party. Strange how something like that sticks in your mind.
"These will be fine," Pamela Jean said. "I'll take them. I'm planning to wear them tonight. Is there a place I could try them on. I'd like to see how they look."
"I'm afraid that's against store policy when it comes to panties. Especially ones so delicate" the woman said. "I'm sure you understand."
"I'll pay for them first." Pamela said.
"Oh in that case I'm sure it would be okay." came the response.
Pamela was quite surprised when the saleswoman followed her into the changing room. The store was practically empty since it was closing time, and she said she just wanted to see if Pam wanted any help.
The twenty-four year old quickly stripped off her dress and bra. She was just pulling down her panties were all wet, and so was her pussy.
"This is embarrassing." Pamela said as the older woman saw the stains.
"Don't worry about it," the woman whose name Pam now learned was Eleanor. "We're all big girls here, but we can still get a little excited. Tonight must be very special."
Eleanor disappeared into the small washroom next store and reappeared a moment later with a small washroom and towel. With a professional detachment equivalent to a doctor or nurse, she quickly washed and dried Pamela's mound. Even so, her brief touch was enough to send a small quiver throughout her pussy.
Now ready to try the outfit on, Pam did so. Looking in the mirror, she took note of the way the open bra pushed up her large globes, even displaying the top hemisphere of her nipples. The panties, what there were of them, were so sheer that you could see her blond bush right through them.
"Oh my, this is not going to do at all." Eleanor noted with dissatisfaction as she brushed a fingernail across the edges of hair that protruded from beneath the soft material. "If I may?" she asked the half-naked girl.
Pamela nodded her assent when she saw the small pair of barber's shears in the woman's hand. Again with a professional skill, she trimmed away the excess hair.
"That's perfect." she said as she took a small step back to admire her handiwork.
"I really appreciated that." Pamela said, promising herself that she would come back here again and buy some more from this helpful woman.
"I almost envy the lucky young man you're doing all this for." Eleanor said.
After Pamela took off the outfit and handed it to the saleswoman, she realized that instead of taking the outfit outside to the register to ring up the sale, Eleanor was still standing there watching her dress. In fact, she seemed to have a very curious interest in her naked body.
"Excuse me." Pamela said.
"Oh I'm sorry." Eleanor said. "I have to apologize. You have a really beautiful body and I couldn't help but stare. You'd be surprised at some of the women who come in here and then can't understand why they don't look like the models when they try on lingerie. I can honestly say, you don't have that problem. But again, I do apologize."
Eleanor started out the door when Pam asked her a question.
"Eleanor, have you ever been with a woman?'
As soon as the words had left her lips, Pamela was asking herself how she could've asked such a question of a total stranger. Especially when she saw the wedding band on her hand. Immediately, it was her turn to apologize.
"I guess I had that coming, the way I was staring at you." she said. "But to give you an honest answer, yes I have."
Pamela was really surprised by her candor, but not so much that she didn't venture to ask a second question.
"Would you mind if I asked if you enjoyed it and would you do it again."
Eleanor now realized why Pam was asking the question, and whom she had bought the lingerie for. She didn't hesitate a heartbeat before giving an answer.
"Yes, and most certainly yes." she said.
Pam paid for her purchase and was leaving the store when the saleswoman caught up to her.
"I just wanted to say have fun tonight." she said in a quiet voice so that the security guard by the door couldn't hear her, then added even lower. "I put my phone number on the back of the receipt, in case you're ever interested."
Pam just returned her smile and walked out into the now closing mall. Her life was certainly taking some unusual turns this week.
At seven-forty five, Pamela's cab pulled up in front of the tall apartment building Victoria lived in. Looking upward into the night sky, she almost got dizzy trying to count up the balconies to the twenty-sixth floor where her new boss lived. She was light-headed enough, she decided, without adding to it.
"Good evening, Miss" the tall, fiftyish man in the doorman's uniform said as he tipped his hat. "May I help you this evening?"
"I'm going up to 26C, I mean I'm here to see Victoria Baxter." she said a little nervously.
"And your name please." he asked.
"Pamela Armstrong." she said automatically.
The doorman consulted a clipboard he picked up from a small desk and smiled.
"Go right on up, Miss Armstrong, you're expected." he said.
The gray haired gentleman opened the door for her and stood back to let her pass.
"Have a good evening, Miss." he said.
"I certainly hope so." she thought as she smiled back.
The elevator doors opened and Pamela stepped out onto the twenty-sixth floor. Looking down the hall, she realized there were only four apartments on the floor.
"These apartment must be enormous." she thought, trying to keep her mind on anything but what she was about to do.
26C was at the end of the hall. Pamela looked down at the white dress she as chosen for the evening, checking it one last time. It was the best outfit she owned. It hugged her body tight, showing off every curve. There was so much cleavage showing as to be almost indecent.
She took a deep breath, then pressed the doorbell. A music selection filled the air from inside the apartment.
Soft footsteps could be heard behind the double doors. As one of them started to open, Pamela was surprised not to find Victoria behind it. Instead there stood a young Asian woman about five four. Twenty-one with dark brown hair and eyes, the pretty girl wore only the slightest of makeup, just a little lipstick. A small gold chain with a cross at the end hung between her breasts, the braless valley of which were very visible beneath the half open blouse she was wearing.
"Excuse me, I think I might have the wrong apartment." Pamela Jean said as she looked back at the doorbell to check the number. "I'm looking for Victoria Baxter."
The pretty girl turned half around, jingling the jade bracelet she wore. She called out in a strong but lyrical voice.
"Vickie, there's someone here to see you."
The blond was surprised to hear the girl use the diminutive of Victoria's name. Somehow, she could never imagine he as a Vickie.
"Please come in." the girl said. "My name's Kim."
Pamela's first reaction once she stepped inside was that the apartment was even bigger than she imagined. Just the living room off the foyer seemed bigger than her whole apartment. Knowing what she paid for that, she cringed when she thought of what this place must cost.
"Can I get you something?" Kim said, "Vickie should be out in a few minutes."
"No thank you." Pamela said, wondering who the girl was. "I'm fine."
"Well make yourself comfortable then." Kim said as she looked down and noticed how open her shirt was. Quickly she buttoned it up.
As she fixed her blouse, Pam noticed a small gold pin on it. A pin she had many times seen Victoria wear as well. She wondered what it was for.
"Well I'm out of here." Kim said as she checked her appearance in the mirror in the foyer. "Vickie, I'm going." she called out.
The response from one of the bedrooms was in a language Pam didn't understand. She guessed it was something oriental since Kim giggled when she heard it. The young girl in turn called back in what Pamela assumed was the same language.
"Well it was nice meeting you." she said to Pamela in English as she moved for the door, trying hard not to giggle.
And now Pamela was alone once more, but now for long.
"You don't know how happy I am that you came here tonight." Victoria said as she emerged from the bedroom.
The brunette was dressed in a royal blue evening gown that Pam was sure cost more than she made in a month at any job. Around her neck was a diamond pendent suspended on a gold chain. The size of which told the younger woman that it must've cost even more than the dress.
Victoria moved quickly across the room to Pamela, giving her a big hug when she reached her. Before she could react to that, Pam felt Victoria's lips pressing against her own. They were soft and pleasing, yet unyielding and forceful at the same time. For the briefest of moments, she had felt Victoria's tongue in her mouth.
"Wow!" Pamela Jean exhaled as Victoria let go of her. "That was some hello."
"I guess you didn't see the sign at the door." Victoria laughed. "Abandon all inhibitions ye who enter here."
"No, I guess I missed that when your friend let me in." Pamela said, seeing a side of Victoria she wouldn't have imagined before. Maybe there was a Vickie in there somewhere after all. "She seemed to be having a little problem with her top when she answered the door."
"Are we jealous already?" Victoria grinned as she walked over to the bar and poured two glasses of champagne from a bottle already on ice. "I don't remember exclusivity being part of our agreement. Besides, she's just a friend of mine who comes over in the afternoon's to use my gym. She was just running a little behind schedule this evening, that's all."
"You have your own gym?" Pamela asked as she took the offered glass, thinking it was no wonder Victoria managed to keep in such good shape.
"Just a few pieces of exercise equipment, thetas all." she said as she took a sip from her glass. "It saves time, and time is money as they say."
Drink in hand, Victoria walked over to a large oak entertainment center and turned on the stereo. Music appeared from speakers built into the ceiling. Pamela didn't recognize the tune but it had a nice beat to it.
"Dance for me." Victoria said as she took another taste of her champagne.
"What?" asked Pam who had just taken a rather long drink of her own.
"I want you to dance for me," Victoria repeated as she sat on a tall stool by the bar. "I want you to move your body to the music. I want you to excite me, to entice me.