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                                      Girls Who Wear Glasses

Gayle adjusted her spectacles, the heavy thick lenses conspiring with gravity to constantly slide them to the tip of her small button nose as she sat glumly at her desk, invisible as usual. She really didn’t understand why the men around here looked right through her; she didn’t think she was that bad looking. Ok, she was a little nerdy and didn’t have the huge boobs that blonde bimbo Candy, the office manager, had; but she thought she was cute, maybe not beautiful, but cute for sure. Besides, she thought men liked petite asian women, even the mousey looking ones, considering all the asian porn the men here downloaded; but evidently her office was the exception to the rule.

Gayle was thin and athletic but she never really bothered much with her appearance, favoring comfort and practicality over glamour; it was a lesson her mother had hammered into her on a daily basis, telling her constantly that any man worth having would appreciate her sensibility. Even so, as pretty as she was and as much as her mother assured her there was someone searching for her even now, the men around this office, around her neighborhood, and seemingly populating the small city she lived in seemed to prefer the shiny over the practical; Gayle guessed the old adage was true, men just didn’t make passes at girls who wore glasses!

Gayle sighed as she saw David from Human Resources approaching with Mike from Sales and Tony from Public Relations; she had always thought David was kind of cute, in a dorky I look like a giraffe sort of way, but the tall grey-haired man obviously was like every other man she met. She could see him giving the blonde office manager a hungry look as the top heavy slut bent over to pick up a pen she had conveniently dropped when she saw the small group of men approach, giving them a good look at her legs and pulling her snug skirt tightly over her large bubble butt; however if Gayle was buck naked and on fire she doubted they would notice.

Gayle wondered why Candy even bothered, she knew for a fact that the blonde had no interest in these men; she had her eyes set higher up the food chain, squarely on the broad shoulders of the salt and pepper haired CEO of this small company, and who could blame her; if the man wasn’t light years out of her league she would have taken a shot at him. Gayle was pretty sure that Candy was going to use her rather ample body to sleep her way to the top, she had done a pretty good job already actually; only twenty-eight and already the VP of Accounting – and the office manager! Technically Candy was Gayle’s boss, but since Gayle’s designs and inventions drove this company the giggly blonde left the mousy brunette alone; Gayle was not only the VP in charge of research and development, she was research and development – she was in charge of a department of one!

David sat on her desk, not as a friendly prelude to conversation, but so he could hide the erection that Candy’s polyester wrapped ass was giving him as he spoke to the blonde woman, “So Candy, you have a date to the party tonight?”

Gayle watched as the large breasted woman straightened back up and smiled her trademark thousand watt smile, a flashing sign that all but said insert penis here, “Nah, I thought I’d just go stag…who knows, maybe we can dance some.”

Gayle sighed as she translated the conversation in her head, pushing her wayward glasses back up her nose, ‘No date, gonna try and try and get into Mr. Anderson’s pants. But if that doesn’t work out maybe I’ll let you defile me instead!’ She watched as David smiled widely, nearly drooling on himself in anticipation of going where damn near every man had gone before! David stood, now seemingly showing off the tent in his pants and Gayle couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she stood up, her own narrow hips and tiny bottom evidently of no interest to the gathered men as they continued to eye Candy like the piece of meat she obviously enjoyed being; were all men so blind and stupid? It was painfully obvious to Gayle that if a man had nothing but an erection to offer Candy, then she had no interest; David wouldn’t be defiling anything but his right hand if he decided to continue sniffing around the buxom blonde.

Gayle sighed, walking around her desk and past the nauseating scene playing out in front of her rarely used cubical, absentmindedly pushing her glasses up yet again and heading towards the conference room without so much as a backward glance, “Come on guys, meeting in five and you know how Anderson hates starting late.” Gayle tried to put a shimmy in her step and wondered if anyone’s eyes were on her wool-clad fanny, but doubted they even noticed she had walked by. Her suspicions were confirmed when she heard Candy giggle playfully; Gayle ignored it, knowing she didn’t even rate being the butt, so to speak, of a joke, so it had to be Candy still flirting as she led the men working here around by the nose.

“Well, would you handsome men escort me to the meeting?” Candy cooed, “A girl can’t be too careful you know, and what woman wouldn’t feel safe with three big strong men protecting her virtue?”

Gayle dropped her head as she literally bit her tongue to keep from blurting out a snide comment, something about a ship having sailed long ago; best not to annoy the insipid woman anymore than necessary, she really didn’t need another lecture on trying to be more pleasant. Gayle hated the weekly staff meeting, being forced from the relative sanctuary of her lab, which encompassed the entire floor below this one, and forced to interact with the people who she didn’t truly understands and was never really comfortable around, people who didn’t understand her and were just as uncomfortable with her presence as she was with theirs. But most of all she hated staring at her Boss, the most beautiful man she had ever seen, handsome just didn’t seem good enough a word, and trying to hide what his smiles did to her.

She walked into the large wood paneled conference room, quite an abrupt transition from the glass and steel décor of the rest of the office; but the CEO was a bit of a throw back, preferring the warm organic feel of dark polished woods that were more in fashion a hundred years ago than in this age of computers and mass production. Oh he wasn’t a Luddite or anything, he understood that as technology raced forward, he and his company had to keep pace or die; but he decided there was no reason the company couldn’t employ the most modern conveniences with style. In fact his office and, the attached conference room she now stood in, were designed and built by Gayle; this was what she did, taking the old, the classic styles and incorporating modern technology discreetly.

Gayle watched as Candy stood by her chair, hiking her ridiculously tight skirt up slightly, seemingly in preparation to sit but more likely just to show off her shapely legs; Gayle watched, nearly blurting out another snide comment, as the men jockeyed to see who would pull out her chair for her. The small mousy woman shook her head and sat, there wouldn’t be any men pushing through the crowd to hold her chair after all.

Gayle turned when the babbling chatter of the monkey’s she worked with faded and silence descended on the room; she had a doctorate from MIT and another from Polytech, sometimes she felt like Jane Goodall watching the monkeys fornicate in the copy room. But her boss was another story all together she thought as she watched the tall sharp dressed man walk into the room with all the regal bearing of a king addressing his court. Gayle was in awe of the tall man who always seemed to have a kind word for her, always seemed to know what to do or say when she was stuck or upset; he was everything a woman could want in a man and Gayle knew when she saw something way out of her league so she kept her feelings, her desires, bottled deep inside, hidden even from herself.

Gayle sighed, a warm flush that she hoped didn’t show on her face filled her chest just at the sight of this gorgeous man, and that was the only one of the embarrassing effects he had on her as the tall blue-eyed god smiled down at his seated employees a moment before taking his seat and laying a thin manila envelope on the dark polished wood of the huge mahogany table. She knew there was probably just a raw data printout inside; at her urging they had done away with almost all paperwork, everything being handled on a secure network – it was a change that had saved the small company nearly a million dollars last year and brought her her boss’s attention. But she knew one of the man’s idiosyncrasies was he still felt more comfortable reading from a piece of paper than from a screen, but to his credit he didn’t require anyone hold his hand and create detailed reports for him, he simply printed out the raw data and compiled it himself; gorgeous and brilliant, sometimes life just wasn’t fair.

“Afternoon ladies and gentlemen…” Anderson broke the silence, his easy smile still adorning his flawless face, “I must say that this quarter’s financial report is attention getting…”

“Sir?” Mike asked with confusion, he had thought last quarter had been unusually lucrative; he turned to David but the man who ran accounting and knew what their boss meant just kept staring at Candy.

“Relax Mike, it’s a good thing.” Anderson laughed and Gayle sighed inwardly; even his laugh was sexy! “According to this report…” Anderson continued, then paused as he lay a well manicured hand softly on the manila envelope, “…according to this report, Furniture Solutions Inc. cleared nearly half a billion dollars last quarter.” There was a quiet murmur of happy people as they all tried to figure what their bonuses would be. “Ok…ok, we can all congratulate ourselves later.” Anderson interjected quickly, showing an almost uncanny ability to read his employees’ minds, “But before we continue, I would like to lay the credit with whom it is due…Gayle Winters, I am serious when I say we couldn’t have done this without you…thank you young lady, know that your hard word is noticed and appreciated.”

“Um…ahhh…tha…thank you sir…” Gayle stammered shyly as she blushed under his smiling gaze, her body threatening to undo her mind as strange sensations coursed through her.

“Just the recognition you deserve.” Anderson replied with a voice that hinted something more, or was it just wishful thinking on her part.

The meeting went on, the usual boring reports on the usual subjects that most ignored as they pretended to watch the data streaming across the holographic displays that appeared in front of each of them; each place at the table had a fully functional workstation that, unlike the ones at everyone’s office desk, was all holographic and completely imbedded in the tables surface. It was innovations like this that drove this company to ever-higher profits, innovations that came from one place – the brilliant mind of one Gayle Winters! She knew she was the only reason this company was successful; a monkey could sell her designs and in fact Mike in his team simply fielded calls for purchase request, they actually didn’t sell anything because the furniture Gayle designed sold itself and everyone knew it, even if no one ever mentioned it.

Finally the meeting came to an end and she wondered, as she did every week, why she had to be here; her reports were sent daily to Mr. Anderson so she never had a presentation, and she couldn’t care less about sales or accounting or that Irma, the lady who cleaned the bathrooms, took a sick day last week. Gayle dropped her head when she heard Candy’s high, and extremely annoying, voice right behind her, “Remember everyone, Halloween party tonight.” She chirped like an excited magpie, “There will be clients, suppliers, stockholders, and even potential customers in attendance so everyone is required to be there in costume…oh and feel free to bring a date if you wish!”

Gayle fought to control her temper, knowing the blonde bitch’s last comment was a quip directed straight at her; she had never brought a date to any company function, not in the eight years she had worked here – in fact she hadn’t actually had a date since college!

Gayle sighed as she struggled to gather the strength to get through another office party; she was sure she would someday lose it and come as a psycho gunman and end the annoyances in her life with the blast of a twelve gauge. Gayle jerked slightly as a strong, but gentle, hand rested on her small shoulder and pulled her from her homicidal musings, “Penny for your thoughts.”

“Ohhhh no…” Gayle laughed nervously as she turned to watch Anderson sit in the plush chair next to hers, the chair recently occupied by David; but any attraction she had for the shaggy-haired accountant was forgotten as she looked into her bosses pale blue, almost grey, eyes, “I…ahhhh…I really don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“Mmmm, that bad huh?” He asked with obvious concern etched across his perfect face; his dark hair had a smattering of grey but she couldn’t help but wonder, as she stared at his boyishly young looking face, just how old this captivating man was. When she didn’t answer him he sighed and softly lay his large strong hand on her small, almost childlike, forearm, “Look, I know your coworkers can be annoying at times but shooting them is not the answer…”

“How the hell…?” Gayle exclaimed, suddenly slamming her mouth shut and cutting off her words as she stared wide-eyed at the obviously amused man.

“You’re easier to read than you might think.” Anderson laughed, then leaned in, whispering conspiratorially, “Besides, I have to admit the thought has crossed my mind as well…from time to time.”

Gayle stared a moment, not sure if he was teasing her or not, “Um…ahhhh…Mr. Anderson I…ahhhh….what I mean to say is….well um…”

He smiled and chuckled softly, the hand on her arm giving her a little squeeze, “First call me Victor and second relax Gayle, I’m not going you bite you or anything!”

Gayle couldn’t help but smile as she blushed, she wasn’t used to holding a man’s attention, and definitely not a man like Victor Anderson! “Sorry Mr…ah…sorry Victor…I’m, well I’m not very good in social situations and I utterly suck at small talk.”

Victor smiled, patting her arm softly as he stood, “I think you’re utterly charming.”

Gayle slowly stood and watched nervously as his cold steel blue eyes gave her an appraising glance, blushing as she realized she welcomed his eyes on her body and wondering if he was flirting with her or just trying to be friendly, “I…tha…thank you Victor, I think you’re quite charming yourself.”

He laughed, an unselfconscious sound of amusement that brought a bright smile to her face, “You are a wonder Gayle.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek softly, a true sin in the day of sexual harassment lawsuits but he was pretty sure he was in no danger from one Gayle Winters, especially when he felt her tremble under his touch. “Come on, go home change into your cute teddy bear costume and we’ll see you at The Regency at eight…and relax ok? It’s a party, cut loose and have some fun for a change.” Victor paused and leaned in with a wink, “Tell you a secret, having a good time won’t kill you!”

“Yes sir.” Gayle replied reflexively, laughing softly when she saw his playful scowl, “Sorry…yes Victor.”

“Better, now go!” He laughed before turning and retreating to his office. Gayle sighed with a small smile still lingering on her pretty red lips; she wasn’t sure what had just happened or what she was feeling but she was sure of one thing – she liked it! But unfortunately for her, their little exchange had not gone unnoticed; a green set of eyes narrowed as Candy watched Gayle start for the door, quickly starting after her, ignoring the questioning voices of the men she had been flirting with all afternoon. David was an amusing distraction for the buxom blonde but she had her sights set higher and she’d be damned if she let that mousey little twat get in her way!

Candy caught up to Gayle at the elevators and stepped inside, giving her much smaller coworker a friendly smile as the doors closed, it was a small building and the blonde was sure she could have her little chat without being disturbed if she was quick about it so she reached over and punched the emergency stop button before turning to look Gayle in the eye, “Look bitch, he’s mine so back off or you’ll be sorry!”

“Whoa…what?” Gayle stammered as she took a small step back in the confined space; Candy’s suddenly hostile attitude taking her completely by surprise.

“You heard me you little bitch, Victor is mine so back the fuck off!”

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Gayle stammered, not sure how to respond but the woman was a giant compared to her and Gayle felt real fear trapped in the small elevator with Candy.

The big blonde turned and pressed to button for the next floor before disengaging the emergency stop, “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you; I’ve worked too hard to get him interested and I’ll be damned if you swoop in and shake your skinny ass at him…just back off and everything will be fine!” Before Gayle could respond, the elevator dinged and the door opened, Candy quickly stepping out and walking away, her trademark smile back in place as she greeted the few people still wandering the halls.

“Wow…” Gayle whispered, garnering a few strange looks from the people who joined her in the small metal box; she quickly recovered and gave everyone her best smile to try and cover her nervousness, but it looked more like a grimace. Gayle couldn’t get out of the building fast enough and nearly bolted the second the elevator doors opened; but she managed to control herself, skulking through the lobby with her head down and her arms protectively wrapped around her own body.

She made her way to the bus stop and stood apart from the others who were waiting for the mass transit vehicles to show up, the buses rarely followed the schedule so it was mainly just a waiting game and today she wasn’t really in the mood to stand there and have people stare at her like she was some science experiment gone awry. Gayle took a deep breath and started walking, she only lived about a mile away, it was a nice sunny, if cold, afternoon and she had time; maybe the long walk would calm her some, she was still a little shook by Candy’s threats.

Gayle soon calmed into a relaxed cadence as she walked down the nearly deserted sidewalk; she wasn’t worried even though the sun was threatening to go down before she got home, it was a safe town and a good neighborhood. Gayle started window shopping as she walked, marveling at all the neat little shops that were on her street; she never really paid attention on her bus rides home, she was usually lost in her own head thinking about some problem she had to solve at work.

Gayle looked through the window and stopped short, there was the most risqué sexy kitty costume she had ever seen – she had washcloths that had more material! It was basically a latex V that would barely cover her girl parts and it had no back at all, just an insanely high cut bikini with a small tail attached to the back of it. She slowly walked to the large window and stared at the nearly naked mannequin, could she possibly dare? Well Victor did say cut loose, and showing up in this thing would definitely constitute cutting loose, besides wearing this would so annoy that fat-titted milk cow Cindy, she’d choke on her cud for sure. “God, I can’t believe I’m doing this…” Gayle laughed as she shook her head and walked into the costume store; it was as if something was drawing her inside, as if something other than her was in control of her legs as she slowly, but steadily, walked up to the counter and cleared her throat to get the sales woman’s attention, “Hi…um, I’d like to see the kitty costume in the window, the black one?”

“Oh that will look so sexy on you, if you don’t mind my saying, you have the perfect body for that.” The sales clerk replied cheerfully as she gave Gayle’s body a once over with a professional eye, “A zero?”

“Yes Ma’am.” Gayle replied shyly, almost feeling like she was standing naked in front of the older woman.

“You’re so lucky, men like small women…especially of Asian descent, if you don’t mind my saying…you all look like beautiful little dolls!” The woman replied, cheerfully pattering on as she started digging through a cupboard, “I know, I was thin once upon a time, but two kids took care of that!” Gayle barely registered the woman’s words as she turned and held out a small box, “Um…if you’re wearing panties and a bra I can let you try it on but once you buy it I can’t take it back…health rules and all…sorry.”

“I…I’m sure it will be fine.” Gayle muttered as she dropped her head and dug through her oversized purse, searching for her wallet, “How much?”

“Ah twenty-nine, ninety-nine…don’t know why they just don’t make it thirty bucks, like a penny is gonna make a difference…ok with tax that’ll be thirty-two oh nine…let’s just make it thirty-two even huh?”

“Ok…cash ok or would you prefer a card?” Gayle asked quietly; she rarely shopped in stores, buying most everything she needed online because she wasn’t good with people and crowds made her nervous.

“Oh sugar, cash is always king!” The woman replied with a sweet smile that told Gayle that if she paid cash it was doubtful this particular sale would ever be reported; but what did she care, if this nice woman could make a few extra bucks then more power to her. Gayle handed over the cash and started to turn when the woman cleared her throat and stopped the small brunette, “I’m not trying to be nosy or anything but I was just wondering if you own a g-string?”

“A g-string?”

“Sweetie, have you ever worn anything like this before?” The older woman asked in a motherly voice as she gently rubbed Gayle’s upper arm through her thick parka.

Gayle sighed and slumped her shoulders as she slowly shook her head, “No Ma’am.”

“Mmmm hmmmm, I thought not.” The sales clerk replied, “So I’m assuming by those painfully practical shoes you’re wearing, and the horribly sensible skirt and blouse…well…white cotton panties?” Gayle was so embarrassed couldn’t even speak so she just nodded slowly as she blushed wildly, “Mmmm, and that’s all you own….well that will never do.”

“It won’t?” Gayle blinked, suddenly realizing she had no idea what was required to be sexy, evidently it was much more complicated then just a skimpy costume.

“Well seeing white panties hanging out would kind of defeat the reason for wearing a skimpy costume.” The woman laughed, “Men want to see your pretty bum and not your granny panties…now about shoes…”

An hour later Gayle stood on the sidewalk waiting for a cab, her thick parka the only thing protecting her nearly naked body from the cold fall wind as it blew the dead leaves, from the trees that dotted the nearly deserted streets, across the city’s concrete covered landscape with a mournful whispering hiss that seemed to try and tell her something she couldn’t quite discern, in a language she couldn’t quite understand. Gayle shivered slightly as she felt something dark and menacing slide soundlessly by, unseen but not quite unnoticed, in the dark blustery night; was it that which the hissing, rattling leaves were trying to warn her of some dark unseen presence, or was it a warning of something malevolent yet to come?

Gayle shrugged as she saw the headlights approaching her, hoping it was the cab the nice woman had called her before closing up shop; the night was cold and even though her parka was top of the line, it still allowed the chill air inside to tickle her delicate, and mostly bare, skin with its icy kisses as she stood there holding her oversized purse that contained the clothing she had donned that morning, all the clothing she had donned that morning!

The nice sales clerk had instantly discerned that Gayle had never before purchased, let alone worn, anything quite like the skimpy kitty costume; she had stayed late and helped Gayle complete the look with a black wig of long silky hair and bangs shorn straight across just above her large dark eyes, long black lace gloves that ended just below her small elbows, and black patent leather boots that covered the lower part of her black fishnet clad legs. Two silver and gold rhinestone bracelets, a similar choker, and heavy black makeup accentuated the look; the nice older woman had even painted Gayle’s finger and toe nails dark black.

She had felt different as she stood staring at herself in the mirror; beautiful, powerful even. She looked good and the sales clerk agreed; but now as she stood waiting for her cab she was having second thoughts. She wasn’t sure if it was the loss of seeing herself through the older woman’s eyes, the fact that the excitement and euphoria of doing something so far out of her comfort zone was starting to wear off, or just that she was getting cold and the lure of her nice warm bed in her nice warm apartment was growing stronger by the second. Whatever it was, she was seriously wondering what the hell she had been thinking when she walked into the small costume store, not sure at all that she had the courage to wear the skimpy outfit in public; the thought of so many people staring at her small body, searching for her flaws, and ultimately judging her was terrifying.

The large yellow sedan stopped in front of her and she stared at it a moment, it was decision time; did she just go home or did she screw up her courage and go to the party? Gayle took a deep breath and reached for the back door with trembling fingers, opening it and slowly sliding inside, her body struggling to make even the simplest movement, like she was being pulled in two different directions, the rope in a cosmic game of tug of war.

“Where to Miss?” The driver asked as he turned in his seat to look at her.

“The Regency Hotel.” Gayle blurted out; the sound of her voice strange in her own ears, the words strange in her mouth; almost as if someone else was saying them for her. She suddenly felt a sense of relief as she sat back in the seat, clutching her large tote to her small chest; the decision was made and for good or ill the die was cast and her future no longer in her hands.

Gayle closed her eyes and said a little prayer to the god she had ignored most of her life as the taxi pulled away from the curve and started traveling down the streetlight illuminated street, carrying her like some modern day Cinderella to an uncertain future. Gayle was mulling over all the possible disasters her great reveal would end in and missed the entire trip, actually surprised as the vehicle jerked to a stop, “We’re here Miss, that’ll be twelve fifty-seven.”

Gayle dug in her large bag, opening her billfold and pulling out a twenty before looking up and handing the crumpled bill to the driver with a nervous smile, “Keep the change and…well thank you.”

“My pleasure Miss, have a good night.” The driver replied with a genuine smile of his own. Gayle took a deep breath and nodded before starting to slide out of the vehicle before the driver’s words stopped her, “Um..well Miss, its not my place really but you look kinda nervous is all…um, well just so’s you know…you look beautiful…um just sayin…ya know?”

Gayle rewarded the blushing driver with a bright smile, this was the first man who had ever called her beautiful and she found that she liked being complimented, “Thank you.” She paused as he returned her smile, obviously relieved that she wasn’t angry that he had over-stepped some invisible boundary, before she nodded again and stepped out into the night, stopping to take a deep breath of the cold night air before walking with purpose into the glass and steel door of the high-end hotel. She had made her decision and there was no point in delaying the inevitable; she would soon be parading around nearly naked in front of both her coworkers and relative strangers.

Gayle walked over to the large metal and glass reception desk, her heals clicking loudly on the polished marble and echoing through the cavernous lobby; she stopped, waiting patiently as the middle-aged man finally degraded himself enough to take notice of her, “Yes?”

“I’m here for the Furniture Solutions party…”

“May I see some identification?” The man interrupted, his face pinched as if he smelled something foul about her.

“Ahhhh, sure…” She replied, a little intimidated by the well dressed snobbish man as she dug through her oversized purse for her wallet, removing both her driver’s license and her work ID and handing them to the impatiently waiting man.

She tilted her head and watched with curiosity as the man’s attitude rapidly changed from adversarial to almost subservient, “Oh Miss Winters…my apologies, we expected you to arrive nearly an hour ago…well, regardless…your room is ready and if you have any luggage I can call the porter…”

“My room?” Gayle asked with surprise, “I didn’t rent a room…”

“Mr. Anderson made all the arrangements…he did indicate that there would be no problems…I do hope the penthouse suite will be acceptable…” The man stammered, confused by her strangely hostile attitude; he had never had anyone upset about being in the penthouse suite, “I assure you the room is quite comfortable…”

“I can’t afford the penthouse suite!” Gayle exclaimed; she made a good living but the best room in the best hotel in the city was out of even her price range!

“Oh, that is no problem Miss.” The man replied, obviously relieved that it was something so simple; he had people receive complimentary stays in the penthouse before and the price had come up on several occasion, “Mr. Anderson has taken care of everything…”

“Hold that thought.” She interrupted as she turned, once again digging into the giant purse that held most of her life, this time digging around for her cell phone. She turned from the desk and took several steps away from the dapperly dressed clerk, pressing Victor’s number on the tiny keyboard a bit harder than usual in her annoyance – how dare that man take such liberties! Just because they flirted a little did not mean she would be jumping into bed with him at the first opportunity, just who did he think he was?

“Hello?”

“Mr. Anderson…”

“Gayle!” The tall man replied happily, “Are you here? Please tell me you’ll be making an appearance at least…”

“Mr. Anderson please!”

“Gayle? Is something wrong?” Anderson replied, hearing the strange tone in her voice, “Are you ok?”

“No, I am not ok!” Gayle replied, letting her annoyance give her just enough courage to get through the phone call; she was sure if he was standing in front of him she would be putty in his hand and would have let him lead her anywhere and do anything he wanted to her. “I do not appreciate you just assuming I’ll spend the night in your room…not that I’d say yes but you could have at least asked!”

“Gayle?” She heard behind her, giving a little scream as she felt a strong hand lightly rest on her small shoulder; she jerked and turned, fumbling with her phone and watching as the small black box that ran her life slowly tumbled through the air just beyond her outstretched fingers. She swore silently, sure her phone was a goner, when it suddenly vanished before her eyes; she stared in stunned silence a moment before she turned to look at Victor and watched as he hit end on her phone and then slowly hold it out to her. She looked up into his ice-cold blue eyes, seeing nothing but warmth and genuine concern, as he began speaking softly, “Gayle, what are you talking about?”

“Wha…how…” Gayle stammered, shaking her head slightly, trying to break the spell looking into his eyes had seemingly woven around her mind; she couldn’t seem to think clearly or remember why she was upset, all she could focus on were the butterflies churning in her stomach.

“Gayle, please tell me what’s wrong…if somebody did something to upset you…”

Her knees nearly buckled as he gently rubbed her small upper arm with that large strong hand of his; he wasn’t even touching her skin and her body still began tingling in the most delicious way. She couldn’t understand what was happening to her, she had worked with this man for over eight years, sometimes in quite close quarters, and he never had this effect on her before; sure he flustered her but all handsome men did, this was something different. She took a deep, shaky, breath as she stepped back slightly and tried to regain some of the outrage she had been feeling just moments before, “I…I…it, well it was you who upset me!”

Victor’s eyebrows raised in obvious surprise, “Me? I don’t understand, what could I have possibly done?”

Gayle was still befuddled and blurted out, “I’m not sleeping with you!”

“Excuse me?” Victor chuckled as the bemused man continued to stare into her eyes.

Gayle blushed brightly, even more confused, “But the room…aren’t you and I…I mean it’s the penthouse…and…and…oh God, you don’t want to sleep with me…oh my God, I’m so stupid…” She dropped her crimson face into her small hands and tried, mostly unsuccessfully, to fight back her tears, “God, I’m so embarrassed…”

He sighed and reached out gently, pulling her into a loose embrace before speaking, “Shhhh now, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. This wasn’t some nefarious plan to sleep with you I promise, not that I’m adverse to the idea…”

Gayle looked up suddenly, her tears now forgotten as the butterflies in her stomach went into overdrive, “Wha…you mean…um…are you um, are you attracted to me?”

“Well…um, would that be so bad?” Victor asked in a quiet, quite serious, voice.

“No…I mean well…you’re really attracted to me?” Gayle stammered, unable to believe what she was hearing, “How can you be attracted to me?”

“Gayle you are beautiful, smart, funny and kind…how could any man not be attracted to you?” Victor smiled as he pulled her glasses off and tenderly wiped her tears away with his thumb.

“Me…me?” She stammered again, blinking the tears out of her eyes as she tried to focus on his face, “You…you really think I’m beautiful?”

He smiled warmly as he slightly shook his head, “It’s not what I believe or don’t believe; you are beautiful and that’s just a fact. A man would have to be crazy not to be attracted to you.”

Gayle laughed bitterly, not exactly the response he was expecting, “Yeah, well it seems that every man on the east coast is crazy then…” She paused and looked up at him, “You really think…really like me?”

Victor smiled as he brushed a stray lock of her soft wig behind her small waifish ear, “I’ve always liked you Gayle, since the first time I saw you…”

“But…” She interrupted, stopping to collect her thoughts before continuing, “You never said anything before, why…why now?”

He sighed, trying to decide if he tried to step back and keep their relationship professional or throw caution to the wind and follow his heart; after a moment his heart won the battle and he bent down, slowly moving in to kiss her even as he watched for any sign that told him to back off. He saw none and a moment later his lips lightly touched hers and she gave a little whimper of surprise, but still leaned in to make a proper kiss of it; after a moment he leaned back, his body trembling slightly as his head spun and by the wide-eyed look at her pretty face he was sure she felt the same, “Please tell me I shouldn’t apologize.”

She continued staring up into his eyes as she tried to catch her breath, “Wo…wow…”

“Good wow?” He grinned, sure that she had enjoyed the kiss as much as he did, he slowly spreading smile confirming his hunch a moment later.

“Good wow…very good wow!” Gayle leaned into him, resting her head against his chest and closing her eyes as fear again clutched at the pit of her stomach, “Please tell me you’re not playing with me, kissing the poor ugly girl because you feel sorry for her…”

“Oh Gayle, you are not ugly and I am definitely not playing with you.” Victor replied and as before, leaning in and kissing the top of her head, “I…well I never said anything before because you never really seemed to be interested…”

“God, I was sssoooo interested.” Gayle laughed softly, “But you are way out of my league…I mean I never dreamed you could possibly have any interest in me.” She leaned back slightly and smiled up at him, “You’re beautiful…um…I mean gorgeous…ahhhh…”

“I’d be happy with handsome.” He chuckled softly, bringing a bright smile to her face; a smile he thought was as wonderful as its owner.

She laughed as she rested her head against his chest again, “Handsome it is then.”

The stood that way for several minutes, just enjoying the feeling of being close, when the desk clerk cleared his throat, “Your keycard Miss.”

Gayle leaned back again, searching Victor’s eyes as she spoke, “Can you make two keycards?”

Victor blinked, then smiled slightly, “Are you sure?”

She swallowed hard, trembling slightly, “N…no, but I want you to take the card anyway…please?”

“Make another card.” Victor smiled softly, sighing as she rested her head against his shoulder, “Come on, lets go up to your room and get your makeup fixed…”

“Oh God, I must be a mess!” Gayle exclaimed, suddenly mortified as she buried her head even tighter into his chest; ten minutes ago she wouldn’t have cared about a little smeared mascara but now it was immensely important to her that she look her best for the man whose arms she now rested in, “Oh…don’t look at me!”

Victor chuckled, the warmth of the sound bringing laughter to her lips as well, “You look wonderful, you always look wonderful.”

“You haven’t seen me in the morning.” She laughed, suddenly unselfconscious about how she looked; he was doing strange and wonderful things to her and just the fact that he thought she was pretty shot her self-confidence through the metaphorical roof, “You’ll probably run screaming…”

“Am I going to see you in the morning?” He interrupted softly, holding his breath as he awaited her answer.

“Oh God I hope so.” She sighed, amazed that he even had a doubt and even more amazed that she had basically told him that she was going to do what she so adamantly insisted she would never do just a few minutes before, “Oh God, you must think I’m such a slut…”

“Then I am too because right now what I want most in all the world is to hold you without all these damn clothes between us!”

Gayle looked up at him and literally growled as she stepped out of his arms and took his hand and started leading him towards the elevators, only stopping when the hotel clerk called out, “Miss, your cards!”

“God damnit.” She growled, dropping Victors hand before walking quickly back to the clerk, snatching the cards from his hand, and whirling about to return to Victor who watched her with some amusement and much nervous anticipation.

“Miss, you need to…” The clerk started, and stepped back slightly at her almost feral interruption.

“Later!” Gayle growled as she retook Victor’s large hand and began pulling him towards the elevators once again, the large man smiling as he let himself be led by the waifishly thin, elven tiny woman. He knew she was nervous, watching her small hand tremble as she pushed the call button; he was nervous as well but probably for a different reason.

Their interaction had not gone unnoticed and Candy snarled to herself as she watched the tiny woman she never dreamed would be a serious threat to her plans and the man who she had her sights set on as her ticket to easy street, to the life of luxury she was sure she so richly deserved. The buxom blonde growled as she watched the unlikely couple step into the elevator and continued to watch until the doors closed and the numbers above that door rapidly began to change as the metal box holding her prize and the thief who had stolen it rocketed up to the top floor.

Candy turned and began walking down the wide hall that led to the great ballroom, her heals clicking sharply on the white marble floor as she fumed inside and wondered how to deal with this new, most unwelcome, development. She saw David standing at the large wooden doors to the ballroom and smiled as he waved to her; an idea blossoming in her mind that might just salvage her plans for a life of leisure.

She smiled brightly as she waved back, adding a pronounce sway to her hips as she walked toward him with her shoulders pressed back and her ample busom leading the way, “David! I believe I owe you a dance or two…”

Gayle and Victor had no idea they had been spotted and frankly couldn’t have cared less, once again wrapping their arms around each other and pressing their lips together as soon as the doors slid shut, “Slide your card…”

“Card?” Gayle breathlessly replied, all she was interested in were the lips still brushing against hers, the strong body pressed against hers.

“You have to slide your card or the elevator wont move.” He laughed, kissing her again, stunned how fast things were moving; stunned but not really surprised, he rarely was attracted to women anymore and the few times in the past that he was things always seemed to move fast. Those other liaisons always ended badly and he hoped against hope that this time would be different; he had never felt so strongly towards another and really wanted it to work out this time, Gayle was special and he was tired of being alone!

He watched as she fumbled for the card and almost desperately swiped it through the reader, quickly turning and searching out his lips once again; her scent, her softness quickly driving the worries from his mind as he eagerly returned her kisses. Time passed without notice from either of them and sooner than seemed possible the elevator sang out it’s familiar ding to let them know they had arrived before the doors slid open and revealed the foyer of the luxuriously appointed penthouse.

The work of several famous interior decorators was lost on them, they only had eyes for each other at that particular moment in time as they walked as one, entering the large hallway that led to the large common room of the spacious suite, shedding clothing as they went. As Gayle’s parka hit the floor, Victor stepped back and laughed softly, even as he ran his appreciative eyes across her small, nearly naked, body several times, “Wow! I know I said cut loose but wow!”

“What? What’s wrong?” Gayle asked, suddenly self-conscious as she looked down at the tiny cat costume that left very little to the imagination. She shyly wrapped her arms around herself and blushed as she stared at her shiny leather boots, “I…you’re disappointed aren’t you?”

“Gayle…”

“I know its skimpy…and…and I know I have the body of a twelve year old boy..but I…I just thought…” She stopped stammering and sighed dejectedly, “I just wanted someone to notice me for a change.”

Victor’s smile faded as he stepped forward, his arms once again gently encircling her, as if that was what they wee made to do, looking down into her wide dark eyes as, “I’ve noticed you every day for the last eight years…I can’t tell you how many times when I leaned over your shoulder to look at something and caught your scent…or when I saw your smile…God Gayle, it took every bit of self-control I had not to take you into my arms and kiss you over and over…”

“Oh Victor…I wish you would have…oh I wish you would have kissed me and never stopped!” She sighed, a look of wistful joy replacing her previous expression of worry, “We wasted so much time…”

“That doesn’t matter, we have all the time in the world.” He smiled, “All the time we want.”

Gayle stepped back and smiled as she reached up and slid the thin straps from her small shoulders and the skimpy costume dropped from her body and bunched up at her feet, she shivered slightly as she stood naked, or nearly so, in front of the man she just realized she was probably in love with. She made no move to cover her small lithe body as she searched his face for some sign that he either liked or hated what he saw, but he just stood there staring at her with his mouth slightly ajar, “Well…? Victor please say something!”

“Gayle…I…My God you’re gorgeous!”

“Really?” She replied, her eyes sparkling with joy as a wide smile crossed her lips, refusing to leave her blushing face even as he stepped forward and swept her off her still booted feet. She giggled like a school girl, her body humming with desire, as goosebumps sprouted on her flushed skin, his hands on her bare flesh filling her with the most wondrous tingling sensations; she kicked her feet, giggling again as the skimpy black latex costume flipped off her small feet and tumbled lazily through the air to land silently on one of the ridiculously plush couches. She leaned into Victor, resting her small head on his thick shoulder and cooing out a quiet moan of contentment as he carried her across the large opulent room and into the just as large and just as opulent bedroom, pausing next to the unbelievably large bed and gently laying her on the incredibly soft down comforter. Gayle’s head was spinning and she could hardly believe what was happening, it was like some strange, and slightly dirty, fairytale and she was the princess instead of the homely maid or stepsister for a change.

“Gayle…I…I really want this but I want you to really want it too.” Victor whispered, tripping slightly over his words as he tried to explain emotions he really didn’t understand himself, “I…well I really like you and I don’t want to go too fast or...or…GOD! Why is this so hard?”

She grabbed his shirt, her small delicate fingers wrapping around the soft white silk as she pulled him down on the bed next to her, tenderly caressing his cheek as she smiled and leaned in, kissing him once again; she just couldn’t get enough of the feel of his lips touching hers, “I want this so much…” They traded a few more kisses before she sighed again and leaned back, “Um Victor…um, I have to tell you something…this is so embarrassing…”

“Hey, you can tell me anything…” He smiled as he caressed her face, his fingers barely touching her skin and causing a shudder of pleasure to wash through her, “I couldn’t possibly think any less of you…wait…um, that didn’t sound right…”

Gayle laughed as he shook his head; she didn’t know if he had misspoken on purpose but judging by his mischievous smirk she kind of thought he did, “God you’re wonderful…”

“So you had to tell me I’m wonderful?” He grinned, having almost as much fun joking with her as he did kissing her soft red lips, “I already knew that.”

“That’s what I love about you, your humility!” Gayle laughed softly, amazed at how easy and comfortable she was laying naked in his arms; she snuggled into his arms and again began speaking in a shy subdued voice, “Victor, I really want to do this, to be with you, but I um, well I’ve never done this before…I’m a…well I’m a virgin!”

Victor jerked back slightly, as if her words struck him with a physical force, “Seriously? How is that possible?”

She shrugged slightly before responding, “No one ever wanted me.”

“I can’t believe that…Gayle…Gayle, you’re beautiful!” He exclaimed in disbelief, “I don’t see how…”

“I…I’m sorry…”

“For what?” Victor responded quickly, “There’s no shame in being a virgin, we all were once you know.”

“Its just…well I don’t know what to do…well I do but well I…” Gayle stammered as she blushed brightly, “I’m sorry, I’m not very good at this sort of thing…”

“You’re just fine.” Victor smiled warmly as he kissed her forehead, “But this does kind of change things.”

“Victor please…” She started to protest but he silenced her with a large well-manicured finger on her small soft lips.

“Hush, like I said I’m here and I’m not leaving…I meant it when I said we have all the time we want.” He smiled, “Its just I don’t want to hurt you so we need to go slow and…well I know this sounds so shallow…but we do have to make an appearance at the party...people have been asking about you.”

“Me?” She asked in disbelief, “Why would anyone ask about me? I’m a nobody…I design office furniture for Pete’s sake!”

“Gayle, you are a rock star to these people!” He laughed as he rested his head on the soft pillow next to hers, “There’s one thing about CEO’s, we love our toys and you make the best toys.”

She just shook her head, not sure if she believed him or not but not really caring, as long as he thought she was special that was enough, “Do we have to go right now, can’t we at least cuddle a bit?”

“Cuddle?” He laughed, his eyes twinkling evilly as he smirked at her with a lopsided grin that made her heart race, “I have the most beautiful woman in the world laying naked in bed next to me, I think I can do better than a cuddle.”

“Oh?” She giggled softly, “And just what, pray tell, would that be?”

Victor answered with just a smile as he rolled over and straddled her small body, leaning down and kissing her nose softly, then her lips; Gayle mewing quietly as he left her mouth but her pitiful whine turned into a soft moan as his lips tenderly kissed the soft flesh of her delicate neck, tickling her sensitive satiny skin with his warm wet tongue. Gayle gasped as he moved farther down her body; his loving kisses like the soft touch of a butterfly’s wings as his lips brushed her smooth skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

She moaned loudly, pressing her head into the soft pillows as his mouth found the small sensitive nipples of her small, nearly nonexistent breasts; she had always been self-conscious about her lack of curves but Victor didn’t seem to mind as he teased the small hard bumps with his tongue, even nipping her ever so softly. Gayle was soon trembling as she tried to sort out the strange sensations coursing through her as he left her chest and slowly kissed his way down her flat stomach, jerking slightly when she felt his tongue every so lightly lick the inside of her thin, toned thigh.

“Oh God Victor…oh please…I…Please Victor…” She begged desperately, not knowing what she needed or even wanted; but she knew if anyone could give her what her body craved, it was Victor.

“Mmmmm, you taste so good...so sweet…so vital…” He whispered more to himself than her as he slid his face between her small thin thighs and tentatively probed her sex with the tip of his agile tongue, drawing more gasps and moans as she panted rapidly, trying to catch her breath as bolts of lightening flashed through her tingling and trembling body. A warm glow formed in the pit of her stomach, slowly spreading out to her extremities. After a few minutes of this wonderful torture of soft kisses, light licks, and teasing probes into her small body, she began to tremble even more violently; she had never felt anything like this before, she had pleased herself before but this was something so far beyond that it made her efforts seem pale and futile by comparison.

He knew she was at the ragged edge, her body screaming for release, even if she could only moan and squeak her need for that release; finally he took pity on her and sucked her tiny flushed and swollen button into his mouth, trapping it between his front teeth and his tongue as he sucked gently, like a kitten nursing at its mother’s nipple. Gayle grunted deeply, actually growling as her thighs clamped his head in place and her body arched, her muscles rigid and shaking as she rode through her first real orgasm like a sparrow spinning through a tornado. After nearly a minute she collapsed back into the soft comforter and twisted away from Victor’s relentless tongue, no longer able to handle his teasing touch, her post orgasmic body just too sensitive.

He took pity on her and lifted his head from her dripping sex and started to crawl back up her body, unable to resist the siren call of her smooth flawless skin and her sweet musky scent, laughing softly as she jerked and moaned in response to even the lightest of his kisses. He reached her head, using the bedspread to wipe his face, leaned in to kiss her softly, her eyes fluttering as a dreamy smile crossed her lips, “Oh God Victor…that was…was...I…thank you…”

“Thank you?” He chuckled as he leaned in and kissed her again, “Well you’re very welcome.” She smiled; glad he didn’t tease her, and swore she saw his eyes glowing with mirth, or maybe even love? A girl could hope after all.

“Can we just hold each other for a little bit?” She asked, tilting her head as his lips sought her tender neck, his tongue darting out and tasting the sweet saltiness of her smooth skin as she sighed softly, “I…I know we have to go but…but not just yet…please?”

He brushed his lips against her sensitive skin one more time, his soft breath causing her to shudder slightly, before he lay next to her, ignoring the wrinkled mess he was making of his shirt.

While Gayle was laying in Victor’s arms, falling irrevocably in love with her boss, far below them Candy was gathering her minions; she had her mind set on the tall handsome man and she’d be damned if she gave him up without a fight. She stood glaring at David, Mike, and Tony as the nervous men shuffled their feet, “What the fuck is the problem?”

“I don’t know…um Gayle is like a pretty nice person and all, I don’t think this is right…” Tony stammered as he glanced at his two cohorts who were obviously as reluctant as he was.

“What?” The buxom blonde exclaimed as she stared the three men down, quickly turning her attention to Tony, “I would have thought she’d be right up your alley – she is built like a twelve year old boy after all! That is about the right age isn’t it?”

“Wha…what?” The short dark-haired man replied in wide-eyed shock, licking his lips nervously as he looked around, “I…I ahh…um, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh come off it!” She growled as she stepped forward and poked him in the chest, “Who do you think set up the garnishment to pay off the settlement with that boy’s family?”

“You…you know…but…but…” He stammered as he glanced at the two other men.

Before Tony could say anything further she turned to David, “And should we talk about Miss Holt in accounting? The one you served a gin and tonic with a twist of rohypnol…you remember her, she had to be taken to the hospital last Christmas Party cause you can’t count and you nearly overdosed her…”

“I…”

“Shut up, I saw what you did and more importantly so did the security camera!” Candy growled in a low menacing tone before turning to the last of her minions, “As for you Mike…”

“I get it.” The tall sandy haired man replied, the other two looking at him and wondering what his sin was; he ignored them and calmly continued, he knew she had them and there was no point in fighting it, “What do you want us to do to her?”

“I don’t give a shit!” Candy snarled back, stepping in and glancing at all three men before she smiled and finished, “Just make goddamn sure she spends the night in the hospital…or the morgue, dealer’s choice.” She tossed a keycard to Mike before turning and starting for the door to the small alcove they were in while laughing evilly, a sound that caused the three men to shudder, “Just make damn sure she’s not back at work ever again!”

“Hey, what if we get caught?” David asked, the fear slurring his words slightly; the nice buzz he had worked so hard to achieve a long forgotten memory.

“Don’t” Was Candy’s only reply; but then she sighed and turned, knowing she had to give them more or they would bolt, “Look, if the cops start hounding you then I’ll be your alibi…say we were having an orgy in my room or something.”

“Ok, whatever.” Mike replied in a sour tone, “But when this is over I want what you have on me…because if we go down, you go with us!”

“No problem.” Candy replied with a grin; she had no intention of being these three idiots’ alibi, and no intention of going to jail when they ultimately got caught, and no intention of turning the proof of their indiscretions over – her nonexistent proof! She had her alibi; right now she was giving a blowjob to the skinny geek from the mailroom, what did a half hour either way really matter anyway? Once that pimply-faced dweeb’s little pecker hit her mouth, he wouldn’t know what year it was let alone what time; she would make damn sure of that!

The three men watched as Candy sashayed her ample ass out the small room’s door, seemingly hypnotized by the back and forth motion; it wasn’t until the door closed and the blonde’s quivering butt was lost from view did the men break from their spell, Mike taking a deep breath as he started for the door, “Come on then, let’s get this over with.”

Far above the three nervous men, Victor was donning his black cape as Gayle watched, still lying naked on the rumpled bed, “So vampire?”

“Nope.” He replied with a sly grin, turning away from her a moment, then turning back with a white porcelain mask covering half of his handsome face, “Ta daaaa.”

“Ahhhh, my semi handsome Phantom.” She giggled, pretending to swoon as she fell back onto the soft white comforter, “Oh Phantom, are you going to ravish me…I hope…”

Victor smiled as he walked back to her, his small elfin doll; so delicate in her beauty, so innocent in her charms. An ancient hunger tugged at him but his love was stronger than such petty things and he smiled warmly as he leaned over and kissed her softly, smiling, their lips still lightly touching, as he heard her soft moan of contentment. “Every chance I get my love, for eternity if that’s what you wish.”

“Oh God…go or we’ll never get to that stupid party!” She gasped, grabbing him around the neck as he started to rise, “Wait!” He grinned as she pulled him down for another kiss, this time her tongue tentatively peeking from her slightly parted lips, her soft moans growing louder as he took the bait and gently probed her mouth, seeking the offered prize and finding it waiting for him. After a few seconds that seemed to span hours, she dropped her head to the soft pillows and sighed, “God, what the hell is happening to me?”

Victor sat on the bed, taking her small hand in his, “Gayle?”

She turned her head and glanced at him, giggling softly at the look concern on his face, “I’m fine…really.”

“Something’s bothering you.”

“No, not really…well…no, it’s nothing…”

“Gayle,”

She laughed again, “Ok…ok…it’s just this is happening so fast…”

“We can slow down…”

“NO!” She exclaimed more vehemently than she intended, staring a moment at his look of surprise before they both began laughing, Gayle easily slipping into his arms as of she had been made by the Fates just to be held by him, “Sorry…its just I don’t want to slow down; hell, I wanna go faster!” She snuggled her head even tighter into his chest and sighed, “Victor we belong together, I just know it…don’t you feel it too?”

“We belong together.” He repeated softly, “For eternity if that is what you wish.” Gayle just smiled as she snuggled into him; she knew, they both did, that they needed to get dressed and head to the party to at least make an appearance and she was, after finally letting herself go with Victor, eager to let her coworkers see the new Gayle, the woman who was in love, the woman who was brave enough to wear the sexy costume she had purchased on a whim earlier that day, the woman who no longer hid behind baggy clothing and sarcasm. As she was muddling this in her head, surrounded by silence except for the measured beats of Victor’s strong heart, his phone rang; Gayle gave a little scream of surprise, then giggled at her silliness as she looked up with a sheepish grin and a flushed face, Victor just smiling at her before checking the display on the small electronic device, “Oh for…”

“Who is it?”

“Candy.” He replied with a resigned sigh as he connected the call, “Hello?” Gayle grinned as she watched him talk to the buxom blonde with a sour look on his face, rolling his eyes several times before grinning at her as he shook