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The Arrangement
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Part One
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 shouldn’t they, she
thought. After all, she was a very attractive
woman. Most men would say beautiful.
It didn’t seem like all too long ago that she
had been one of the girl’s 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 couldn’t be sure, but she’d 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 would’ve 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, she’d 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. 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 wasn’t offended by being
called a slut; she wore it with pride. At least she
had the sense to use the gifts she’d 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
firm’s 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.
Pamela’s big chance to break out of the
secretarial pool had come a year and a half ago.
Ryan’s Executive Secretary, a fifty-four year old
battleaxe who seemed like she’d been with the
firm forever, had been hospitalized for acute
appendicitis. The then twenty-two year old hadn’t
been filling in for a week when she’d 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 wasn’t long
before she found herself promoted to Secretarial
Assistant, handling most of the low level jobs that
Jacqueline didn’t have time for.
By that 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. 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.
Just this last weekend, Paul had expressed
to her a desire to try anal sex. He had shown up
at her apartment somewhat unexpectedly very late
Saturday night and in something of a state. He’d
told Pamela that he’d had a blowout fight with his
wife and could he spend the night with her. At the
same time, he insinuated that divorce might be in
the future. With that carrot being held before her,
there was no way she wasn’t going to give in to
his request.
Pamela Jean had never tried anal sex
before, thinking that it would really hurt. She had
been right, oh how she had been right. Paul Ryan
wasn’t the most endowed of men. In fact, if she
was to be brutally honest, she found he was
somewhat on the small size.
Despite that, he had fucked her ass with a
painful vengeance. He acted as if this was going
to be the last fuck of his life. She’d asked him to
take it a little easier, but each time he seemed to
get more and more aggressive. It was as if he was
working off some anger and she was his punching
bag. No, make that his fucking bag. By the time
they’d done it for the fourth time late Sunday
afternoon, Pamela’s ass was as sore as she could
ever had imagined.
Walking into Paul’s office, Pamela tried to
ignore Jacqueline Bradley sitting at her desk in the
outer office and started to head right for the inner
office.
“Excuse me, you can’t go in,” Jacqueline
said as she rose from her desk to block Pamela’s
way. “Mr. Davis is in there.”
The mention of one of the senior partners
gave Pamela pause. Walking in on a meeting
between him and Paul wouldn’t be a smart idea.
“I’ll just wait then.” Pamela said defiantly
as she turned and dropped into one of the large
comfortable chairs on the far wall.
Jacqueline returned to her desk and picked
up the report she had been working on. She read
a little more of it and a broad smile filled her face.
The older woman looked up at Pamela, waiting
until they made eye contact.
“Now what the hell is that old bitch
grinning at.” Pamela though when she became
aware of her gaze.
Pamela smiled back, a wicked grin that
said she was the one with the power. Paul’s
original Executive Secretary had retired due to
illness some three years before and Jacqueline
took her place. Her own boss had also recently
retired unexpectedly.
Pam knew Jacqueline had held her in
contempt for months. Ever since the night the
older woman had come back to the office to pick
up some papers from her desk. The Executive
Secretary had heard sounds from the inner office
and thinking Ryan was working late for some
reason, popped her head in to see if he needed
something.
Anything Ryan needed at that moment was
more than being provided by Pamela Jean. The
newly promoted Secretarial Assistant was spread
face down over the large mahogany desk, her
white dress up around her waist and her panties
down around one ankle. Ryan was standing
behind Pamela, his back to the door. His shirt and
jacket were scattered on the floor; his pants were
down around his own ankles.
Jacqueline kept silent as she watched for a
few moments as Ryan’s bare ass moved back and
forth; his cock buried deep in his new assistant’s
pussy. It was at that moment that Pamela had
shifted her head to the left and seen her at the
door. Evidently, Pam wasn’t as into what was
happening as Paul Ryan was and had heard the
door open.
Pamela had flashed her a “don’t you wish
it was you” smile and called out for Ryan to fuck
her harder. By the time her boss increased his
efforts to comply, Jacqueline was long gone.
“I bet she still wishes it was her getting
screwed that night,” Pamela thought as a still
smiling Jacqueline went back to her report. “As if
anyone would want to screw that old bag. I’ll bet
she hadn’t been laid since Nixon was President, if
even then.”
Ten minutes went by as Pamela sat cooling
her heels and Jacqueline went on reading her
report. All the time, her smile grew larger and
larger. Finally, the door opened and out came the
senior partner.
“You handle it anyway you like,” John
Davis said as the tall sixty nine year old exited the
inner office, still looking inside as he walked.
“You’re in total charge now and we have every
confidence in your ability to take care of this.”
Seeing a chance to perhaps advance
herself more, Pamela jumped up and rushed over
to Mr. Davis. Turning his head forward as he
moved, he only caught sight of her at the last
moment, barely avoiding crashing into her. As it
was, the older man found himself looking right
down at Pam’s well-displayed breasts.
“Mr. Davis, hello,” Pam said as she took a
long, deep breath to further emphasize her large
mounds. “I’m Pamela Armstrong, we met at the
Christmas party last year.”
John Davis turned his eyes away from the
blonde’s chest without any reaction. The bald old
man merely nodded a goodbye to Jacqueline and
walked out of the room.
“Goddamn old queer didn’t even react,”
Pam thought in a mixture of disappointment and
anger as she watched him snub her and leave. “If
he still gets it up, I bet it’s from watching little
boys.”
Watching Davis leave, Pam didn’t notice
Jacqueline dial the interoffice on her telephone.
“Miss Armstrong is here to see you.” she
finally heard Jacqueline say.
The Executive Secretary took what
Pamela considered far too long on the phone.
Acting as if she was listening to something on the
other end. The younger woman was sure she was
just taking a perverse pleasure in making her wait
just a little longer.
“You can go in now, Miss Armstrong.”
Jacqueline said in a professional tone as she hung
up the phone.
“Of course,” Pamela said, trying to exert
her real authority. “As if I ever needed to ask for
an appointment,” she mentally added. “Just you
wait, you old bitch, pretty soon I’m going to
convince Paul to get rid of you for good. Then
we’ll see if you still have that stupid grin on your
face.”
As the inner door closed behind Pamela,
Jacqueline Ann Bradley had to cover her face. In
all her thirty plus years at Dawson, Davis and
Douglas, never had she acted in anything other
than a professional manner. This time, she could
no longer keep from expressing an urge that had
been building inside of her since the moment that
Pamela had arrogantly walked into the office.
Cupping her hands around her mouth to keep the
sound from spreading too far, the fifty-four year
old woman began to laugh.
* * * * * * *
"Good Morning Paul," Pam said as she
strode into the room. "I hope you're feeling as
good as I am this morning. Of course we both
know who's responsible for my feeling so good."
Paul's high back executive chair was
turned around facing the window so she couldn't
see the reaction on his face. Nevertheless, she
knew he loved it when she pumped up his ego.
Not as much as he loved her pumping up other
things of course.
The large chair turned in reaction to her
presence. Pamela Jean put on her best smile; a
happy face that quickly turned to confusion as the
chair completed its turn.
"I'm afraid Paul isn't here." the forty-three
year old woman sitting there said.
Pamela's face dropped as she looked into
the face of Victoria Baxter, the youngest of the
firm's Vice-Presidents. Victoria headed the legal
division and was rumored to be the senior
partner's hatchet lady. Five seven with a trim
proportional figure, she had curly light brown hair
and deep brown eyes. She was, most people
would say, quite attractive for her age.
"Where's Paul?" Pamela asked, a slight bit
of annoyance in her voice.
"I'm afraid that Mr. Ryan is no longer with
us here at Triple D." Victoria said with an equal
bit of satisfaction.
"What?" Pamela said in shock. "How,
when?"
Victoria took a few long moments before
giving any answer, enjoying the look of panic on
Pamela's face.
"Well as to the when," she began with a
satisfied smile. "Mr. Ryan and the firm parted
ways last Friday afternoon."
"Friday afternoon!" Pamela's mind
screamed. "Friday afternoon."
The realization that Paul had spent the
weekend with her, never telling her that he'd left
the company made her face turn pale. All of that
crap about a fight with his wife and a possible
divorce had been just that - crap.
Victoria noted Pamela's reaction and knew
the reason why. Jim Stanton over in Marketing
was a long time drinking and whoring buddy of
Ryan's. He was also someone who owed Victoria
quite a few markers. Ryan had met him last night
for one last drink and couldn't help but brag about
how he'd screwed his office toy one last time.
Victoria wondered if Pam's ass was still sore.
"As to the why," Victoria continued after
giving Pam enough time for the implications to
sink in. "Internal audit has been doing a review of
Mr. Ryan's expenses for quite some time now,
and they'd found enough irregularities to warrant
an investigation."
"An investigation?" Pamela asked, worry
in her voice. "Irregularities?"
"Well let’s just say that Mr. Ryan was a
little too liberal in his use of company funds for
personal expenses and leave it at that."
The blonde's mind flashed to all the little
gifts Paul had given her over the last year. Those
and the two-week long vacation they had taken
together. Paul had made a big joke one morning
after they'd finished rocking the sheets that they
should discussion some current projects so he
could claim the trip was a business expense. At
the time at least, she had thought it was a joke.
"Is Paul going to jail?" Pamela asked, the
panic still racing through her.
"It was a consideration," Victoria said.
"But the Executive Board decided the negative
publicity wasn't worth it. Especially after Mr.
Ryan offered to make full restitution and then
quietly resign."
A wave of relief passed over the
twenty-four year old. Paul Ryan might have
turned out to be a first class prick, but she still
wouldn't want to see him wind up in jail. He’d
used her, she now realized, just as she had used
him. He'd gotten what he wanted, just as she had
gotten what she'd wanted. It had been a fair
enough exchange.
"The partner's have decide that I will now
be taking over Mr. Ryan's responsibilities in
addition to my own." Victoria offered as a last bit
of information.
The thought that she was now working for
this cold woman made Pamela shudder. It was
time to get out of here, she thought.
"Well I'm sure you have a lot to do then,"
Pam quickly said as she began to turn to leave.
"Please feel free to call on me if you need anything
from me, anything at all."
"One minute, Miss Armstrong." Victoria
said loudly in an authoritative tone that caused the
younger woman to pause in midstep, a cold hand
gripping her heart.
Time hung suspended as Pamela hesitantly
turned back around.
"Actually it's fortunate that you came in
here this morning," Victoria said, a slight smile at
the curve of her lips. "It saves me the trouble of
sending for you. It seems that you are the first
order of business our departed Mr. Ryan has left
me with."
"Excuse me." Pamela said.
"Miss Bradley," Victoria said into the
phone she had picked up. "Would you please
bring me the Robertson file."
"The Robinson file?" Pamela thought.
"What does she want with the Robinson file?"
Robinson Dynamics was the first account
she had handled after her promotion. It was a
pretty simple transaction, one of the reasons Paul
had assigned it to her. One she couldn’t fuck up
was actually the way he had put it.
The office door opened and Jacqueline
walked in, file in hand. Pamela now realized that
had been the file the Secretary had been reading in
the outer office. She handed Victoria the thick
file then turned to leave just as quickly. As she
passed Pamela, still standing in the middle of the
office, Jacqueline flashed her another little smile.
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