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The Arrangement
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Part Three
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 personnel 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 nastier bitch I
couldn't imagine. What he 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 stores 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 they 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 silently without thinking about
what she was saying.
A moment later it hit her. 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 she realized they 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 washrag 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 Pam's 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 she opened her mouth to apologize.
“I guess I had that coming, the way I was
staring at you,” Eleanor 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. “How 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 musical selection filled the air from
inside the apartment.
(missing parts may be found at)
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