Megs New Career and First Business Trip
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The Business Trip - by: Dyanne
My mind wandered as I packed for the trip. I was required to travel occasionally as part
of my management responsibilities. This usually required about a week every three to
four months and I found the freedom from the office boredom somewhat refreshing.
Although I was considered a part of the corporate structure my relationship with
managers at the outlying branches was very cordial and non-threatening. I was part of the
old boy network in which we had all evolved. Every manager that I dealt with had in
excess of 15 years tenure with the company. We had all started and progressed upwardly
within the company through the years. These business trips were very informal and had
never been threatening in any way. I would visit the locations and report back to
corporate on their overall performance and proficiency. Being friendly with all of the
branch managers this had become a very open relationship working to everyone's benefit.
Since the takeover everything was now changing, and with great haste. I was now starting
to be viewed as the enemy. No longer was it an open relationship where information was
passed easily between a couple old buddies over dinner and a couple of drinks. Instead I
had to drag and pry for information. Nothing was ever volunteered. Yet as we continued
to downsize and layoff valued long-term employees I understood their position. I too was
worried about my future with the company and the last minute notification that my boss
would be accompanying me on this trip only heightened this anxiety.
I had met my new boss about 4 weeks ago when the new management team arrived. As
part of their takeover and orientation we were sent to what they classified as a retreat and
training program for a week of evaluation. This had consisted of very formal testing and
assessments of current employees for future positions with the new owners. We had been
analysed, tested, scrutinised and sized up every which way. Time was spent with
psychologists, working in teams and individual testing. Everyone left nervous and
insecure as hell.
Later I discovered that I had roomed with my new boss. I figured that he had used that
time to size me up for my potential. I had no idea how much sizing up he had done. Now
at the last minute I am notified that he will be travelling with me during my branch
evaluations. Normally I would leave my home early Monday morning. This would give
me time to get to the first branch by noon. The afternoon would be spent looking at
financials, paperwork and the overall branch performance. Dinner would follow from
6:00 till 8:00 or 9:00 PM and I would retire back to the motel.
Steve, my boss, wanted to leave on Sunday evening so we would be at the branch first
thing Monday morning. I didn't think this was necessary, but with everything changing as
it was, I was not about to argue. We met at the office and left for Branch #1163, about a
6-hour drive away. Steve wanted to drive so I loaded my baggage into his trunk. I noticed
that Steve had a lot of luggage, two suitcases in the trunk and a third in the back seat. He
must spend a lot of time on the road I thought. Some nervous small talk and we arrived at
the motel and checked in for the night.
I woke in the morning to find Steve already dressed and ready to face the day. This
appeared a little odd since I had always been up and out before him at the retreat.
Checking the clock I was ahead of time. I always found myself waking long before the
alarm went off, no different today.
"I'll be out of the bathroom and ready to go in fifteen" I yelled to Steve. I figured he must
be in a hurry if he was already up and dressed.
"No hurry. Take your time we have all day." Comes his response. Again this response
seems odd. Why did we need to leave on Sunday night if there is not any hurry to get to
the branch? As I shower my mind is racing to make some sense of this scenario. What is
he doing? Am I being tested here? What is going on? I hear noises emanating from the
room. I guess it is Steve packing and taking his things to the car. I didn't think he was in a
hurry I question myself. As I exit the shower room to the vanity I am startled to find a
large envelope taped to the mirror.
I immediately turn to find the room empty except for Steve's suitcase sitting on the bed.
Glancing quickly back to the note I see it is addressed to me. Now curiosity has
completely taken over. I pull it from the mirror and hastily open it spilling its content out
onto the damp vanity top. Scooping up the papers before moisture starts soaking into the
parchment paper I start reading:
'Your evaluation at our company retreat went very well. Although we are
forced to make severe cutbacks throughout the organisation, I believe that
you have a strong future with our new firm if you choose to stay on in your
new capacity. Your evaluation at the retreat was much more thorough than
you may have realised. Our staff of Doctors, Psychologists, Counsellors and
Hypnotists is extremely skilled in analysing potential employees. Their careful
and detailed work not only shows potential levels within individuals but also
discovers flaws, character weaknesses and the proverbial skeletons from ones
closet.
This information is not made public but is available on a need to know basis
for hiring and promotional use. I will share some of this information with you
now and if I have your attention we can continue. Go to the TV and start the
VCR, the tape is in and ready for viewing.'
I nervously walk to the TV and started the tape. I watched an image of myself sitting in a
chair. Although I was certain that it was me on the tape I had no recollection of the visit.
I remembered speaking with this analyst during the retreat, but did not recall this session
at all.
My conversation continued with the analyst as I stated my name, age, etc. The tape
skipped forward to show me confessing to a series of minor incidents, none of which
seemed of any significance. These had been primarily small incidents from early on in
my lifetime. As my mind wondered as to the nature of these incidents and where this was
leading I feared just how much I may have revealed without my knowledge. I had lived
my life fairly conservatively. There was only one area that I had any fear of them
possibly revealing.
Then it happened right before eyes and ears. There, on the tape, I sat explaining in great
detail my infatuation and desire for wearing women's clothing. Now the tape seemed to
drag as my fantasies were brought out in great detail from my taste in fashions to my
most secret of sexual desires. Suddenly Steve appears on the tape asking, "Do I have your
attention know? If so you will follow my instructions completely. Since you enjoy
women's clothing so much I have arranged for you to wear them for the week while you
serve as my administrative assistant. There is a suitcase on the bed. You will find
clothing, makeup, a wig, breastforms and other essentials required for your
transformation. Everything is sized according to your instructions. If you find an item
incorrectly sized or not to your liking it will have to do temporarily. I will return to the
room at 9:00 AM to pick you up. This VCR player is equipped to erase as it plays so all
of this information is already permanently erased. Be ready and be sexy."
I hurriedly glanced at my watch; it was 7:00 AM. There was 2 hours to do something; I
just didn't know exactly what that would be. I started considering my options.
One: I could quit and leave the company. That meant starting a new career in midlife
with god knows what type of company reference. What kind of salary would I be able to
get? My debts were not outlandish but I had made some very poor investments and could
not afford a cut in pay. I am sure all this information had been considered by Steve in his
decision to place me in this predicament. As I glanced up considering this option I now
noticed that all my clothing had been removed.
Two: Call the corporate office and report Steve for this incident. How far up did this go?
It was obvious that more that one person was in on this situation.
Three: Play along for awhile and see where it leads. After all they were right, I did enjoy
dressing up. Had even fantasised about being forced into similar situations. Had I
expressed this in my confessions? I wondered how this information had been obtained.
Was I drugged? Hypnotised? As I opened the suitcase I had already decided on option
number three.
The clothing was exquisite and obviously quite expensive. A matching bra and bikini
panty set, Hanes hosiery, sexy white open toed sandals with ankle straps and 5" stiletto
heels, blonde shoulder length wig, form fitting white button front shirt dress (business
attire yet sassy & sexy), a full make up kit and silicone attachable breastforms. I
showered and shaved, completely. Although I had considered doing this previously but it
had never really been an option with my business and social life. Somehow I now found
it satisfying almost peaceful. I applied makeup, nail polish, clumsily attached the
breastforms and dressed. As I was slipping into my sandals I heard the door open.
"Oh, you look much better than I had imagined. Wait until we are through with you,"
Steve exclaimed. "Are you ready to go? I have checked us out and we have a lot of things
to get done today."
I stammered with the answer. "Yes, I guess so. What exactly will I be doing today?"
"Don't worry your pretty little head. Just do as I say. Right now we are leaving so get
your self down to the car before I drive off and leave you here." Steve answered.
Driving from the parking lot Steve provided me a glimpse of my day's activities. "I have
been to the branch and conducted my business there while you were undertaking this
fabulous transformation. Bill and Jack have been relieved of their duties. This branch has
not performed to our standards so changes were required."
You bastard, I thought to myself. Branch 1163 had consistently been in the top 15% of
both profits and gross revenues for the entire 12 years that Bill had managed it. My mind
raced as I tried to figure if they had really been terminated or if this story was a
fabrication to pressure me more into submission. My attention was suddenly brought
back to the current situation.
"You will be dropped off at Plantation Mall where you will pick up proper attire for the
week. I will be back at 1:00 PM to pick you up. This will give you 3 hours to shop. I will
pick you up at the main mall entrance. Be there promptly or I will leave without you. Any
questions?"
"Wwwwwell," I stuttered. As my mind searched for something to say or do I just
continued to stutter and stammer. Then my mind found some objections and I started to
reason again. "I can't just go strolling into the mall." I offered, probably not convincingly.
I wasn't sure myself if I really minded, but I did not want to convey this to him. Steve's
response caught me a little off guard.
"You can do what ever you wish. If you want out, go ahead and leave." Now, what was I
going to do dressed in drag with no identification, no money and no transportation? I
couldn't really call Bill or any of my friends at the plant in this condition. I was somewhat
helpless. That gave me another idea. "Just how the hell am I suppose to go shopping
without any money." I demanded to know.
"That is easy", he continued. "After finding what you want you will leave the items in
layaway under your new name, Dyanne Atwood. Tell them that someone will call into
the store with a credit card number this afternoon. Then call me from the pay phone in the
mall with the details. Make sure you have store names, phone numbers and amounts. I
will call in with a credit card and you are then free to return to pick up your merchandise.
There is no spending limit, but if you purchase something that I do not approve of, it will
be denied causing you more delays and embarrassment in the mall. Any more questions?"
"No," I mumbled as I closed the door to the car and headed into the mall. After some
initial embarrassment I settled into the shopping experience and actually started enjoying
myself. I was trying on outfits and matching colours, how different from years of buying
something not knowing if it fit or matched. Time flew buy and I found myself hustling to
be on time to meet Steve.
He picked me up as scheduled asking how my shopping went. I am sure he knew
immediately from the smile on my face and the boxes of new clothing I unloaded. Our
next stop was at a branch about 4 hours away. We arrived at the motel at approximately
6:00 and Steve had me go in to arrange for a room. As part of my new secretarial duties I
had placed several calls, made travel and hotel arrangements, and taken notes to be typed
later that evening during our drive. I wasn't sure if Steve took joy in my humiliation or if
this was another means he used to take control and dominate me. I decided it was
probably both as I entered the lobby teeming with customers. Damn if I am going to let
this bother me, I thought as I strolled to the desk, company credit card in hand.
After checking into the room and freshening up I was set about my secretarial duties.
While I typed, sent messages, checked voice mail and assorted other tasks Steve relaxed
in the lounge. He returned about 7:30 walking up to where I was seated working at a
small desk.
"You know" he started as he began massaging my neck, "you do not make a very good
administrative assistant/secretary. Your skill level is not worthy of much in the way of
pay. I imagine that with a little experience and practice you will improve but with all the
forced downsizing I will only be able to pay you our minimum."
The shock should not have been so unexpected. But this was about 1/4 of the managerial
income that I had been receiving less than 12 ago. I was willing to sell my soul and had
succumbed to this ordeal in order to maintain that level of income.
"Well" he continued, "there are other ways that a woman can make an extra buck." As he
talked his hand slowly slid up my neck to the base of my skull rotating my head towards
him. I found myself eye level with his bulging crotch. Once again I was at a crossroads
with little time to think and less in the way of options. Maybe I had subconsciously
prepared for this moment. But I found myself reacting even before I realised it. My hands
immediately went to his zipper as I slid off the chair onto my knees perched between
legs. I could feel his cock swelling with anticipation, as was mine, as I fumbled with his
zipper. His belt came loose easier and faster as my anticipation grew. Finally I arrived at
the object of both our attention easing his underwear down and revealing his massive
manhood. My hands gently caressing the base of his penis and my mouth engulfing his
throbbing head I realised that I had just passed the point of no return. I had been sent
shopping for a week's worth of clothes. I had purchased three weeks worth. Obviously
this was planned and calculated in great detail. We probably both wondered who was
getting the best of this deal.
The End !! (for now)
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