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Careful with those instant messages and careful with those profiles girls, you just never know. Instant Message, Instant Madame By Jennifer Richardson [email protected] "Hi!" I waited to see if there would be a response to my instant message. Her profile had seemed too good to be true. "Madame De La Val, Strict Mistress, Authoritarian Dominatrix. Seeks full time submissive transvestite capable of a range of duties from Maid to Secretary. North of England, the successful applicant will be expected to involve themselves fully with my interests. Must have digital camera and pics to send. Apply through mail or I.M.." I sent my I.M. straight away, and waited hopefully for a reply. It seemed an age before it came. MdmDeLaVal. "Good evening." Rather formal reply, I rather liked the tone. JennyNE10. "Good evening Madame." MdmDeLaVal. "How are you Jennifer?" JennyNE10. "Very well Madame, and yourself." MdmDeLaVal. "Fine thank you." All very inane, I wondered if I should get to the point. JennyNE10. "Might I apply for the vacancy Madame?" MdmDeLaVal. "Do you fit the bill?" This was tough, okay, I'd chatted in transvestite chat rooms before but I'd never had to answer the major question. Other people had presumed, correctly, that I was a transvestite but I'd never had to admit it openly. JennyNE10. "I think so Madame." MdmDeLaVal. "You think so? Don't you know?" Things weren't going so well. JennyNE10. "I fit the bill Madame." MdmDeLaVal. "You are a transvestite?" I actually found myself swallowing. JennyNE10. "Yes Madame." MdmDeLaVal. "You cross dress?" I found myself blushing in front of the monitor. JennyNE10. "Yes Madame." If I could have whispered my typed response I would have. MdmDeLaVal. "You are a male who dresses in ladies clothes?" JennyNE10. "Yes Madame." MdmDeLaVal. "Don't just agree with me, what are you?" JennyNE10. "I'm a male who dresses in ladies clothes." My face was bright red, after so many years I'd finally admitted to someone what I was and what I did. I'd also admitted it to myself. MdmDeLaVal. "You must be completely honest at all times." JennyNE10. "Yes Madame." MdmDeLaVal. "Are you dressed now?" JennyNE10. "Yes Madame." MdmDeLaVal. "Have you a camera?" JennyNE10. "Yes Madame." MdmDeLaVal. "You have five minutes in which to send a picture of yourself as you are now. Also one of you dressed in man drag." Could I bring myself to do it? Should I do as she said or just ignore it and go surf somewhere else? I found myself placing the camera so it would catch my image sitting at the computer. Ladies jeans, tight fitting with the long tongue of the broad leather belt dangling. A glimpse of sheer black stockings from the hems to the two inch heeled court shoes. Wearing a soft pink sleeveless sweater, my long brown hair in a pink satin hair tie at my crown. Fully made up with a softly demure look. Picture taken, I cropped the size and then inserted it into the mail form. Adding a picture of me taken at a works function in which I was wearing a smart grey suit. For the first time I noticed just how different I looked. John looked nothing at all like Jennifer, in fact, I could barely see anything of him in her or her in him. My confidence was boosted hugely and I sent the pictures straight away. JennyNE10. "Post Madame." MdmDeLaVal. "Checking now, await my return." I watched the clock in the bottom right of the screen. The longer the wait the more I fidgeted, checking the PC clock with the ladies watch on my right wrist. It was seven minutes before her response arrived. MdmDeLaVal. "Where do you live Jennifer?" JennyNE10. "County Durham Madame." MdmDeLaVal. "Be precise!" I was nervous about giving such details. JennyNE10. "Lanchester Madame." MdmDeLaVal. "Your regular job?" JennyNE10. "Office Administration Madame." MdmDeLaVal. "Before making a decision I require two more photos Jennifer. One of you in a skirt or dress and one of you in lingerie only. Do you have such pictures?" With my heart pounding below my breast forms I typed my reply. JennyNE10. "Yes Madame, sending now." I inserted the requested pictures into the mail, one showing me in a white top and a fuchsia pink skirt. The other showing me in a glamour pose wearing white lace lingerie. In the first I looked sweet in the second I smouldered with a sexy pout. I sent it with my heart in my mouth. The response was quicker this time. MdmDeLaVal. "Are you at work tomorrow Jennifer?" JennyNE10. "Yes Madame." MdmDeLaVal. "Very well, if you wish to serve me we will begin with an exercise in which you show me how compliant you are and that you are willing to follow my instructions to the letter. Are you willing?" JennyNE10. "Yes Madame, I think so." MdmDeLaVal. "You either are or you are not, no thinking so." I took a deep breath and then typed. JennyNE10. "Yes Madame, I'm willing." MdmDeLaVal. "Very well Jennifer. You are to paint your right thumb in the brightest red nail varnish that you have. You are to go to work with it glossed and also wear the softest most feminine lingerie that you own beneath your work clothes." I couldn't do that! I'd be a laughing stock! I could perhaps get away with wearing the lingerie, actually I knew I could, I'd done it before. But nail varnish? I couldn't do that! I didn't respond right away. MdmDeLaVal. "Before setting off for work you will take three pictures, one of your glossed thumb nail, one of you part dressed, showing your lingerie beneath your clothes and the third of you dressed fully. In this final picture the red thumb must be visible. You will send them to me before leaving for work." I thought for a moment, surely I could hide one thumbnail during the day? It wouldn't be visible on my keyboard when I was typing because with my style of six finger typing the thumb in question wouldn't be on view. It couldn't be too difficult, could it. MdmDeLaVal. "You have one minute to reply." It took me only a few seconds to answer. JennyNE10. "Yes Madame, I shall do as you order." MdmDeLaVal. "Very well, you are to be on-line, dressed, at six o'clock tomorrow evening. Await me." JennyNE10. "Yes Madame." A window came up informing me that she was no longer on- line. My stomach was in knots the following morning. With my hair loose I posed in front of the camera, shirt open and trousers at my knee, displaying the pink satin bra, briefs and suspender set. Black stockings clipped taut to the straps. Then with my trousers up and my shirt buttoned, finally showing the scarlet gloss on my thumbnail. I booted up the PC and went onto the web, checking to see if she was on-line. She wasn't, so I posted the pictures in a mail stating that I was doing as she had ordered. Driving into work I was very aware of my thumb on the starring wheel as I drove and the pull of the suspenders when I changed gear or braked. Driving into the office car park I waved to the security guard when he lifted the barrier, flushing as red as my thumb when I thought he might have seen my varnished nail. I spent much of the day trying to hide in my office. When anyone came in I kept my hands firmly in my lap. I stayed there through the morning coffee break and through lunch and was beginning to think that I could carry it off. Until shortly after two o'clock my phone rang and I found I was speaking to my department manager, Denise Lovell. "Could you come up John, there are a couple of things we need to discuss." I could hardly refuse, while Denise was known as pretty difficult if you crossed her she had always been fine with me. With her long chestnut hair and fine figure she'd always impressed me with not only her classic chic style but with the way she carried herself. I'd sort of modelled bits of Jennifer on her, especially the way she applied her make up. This afternoon she was in a tailored grey trouser suit, her hair pinned in a stylish French plait. Make up immaculate as ever, higher than normal heels on her feet. Her lips formed a warm smile when I walked into the office. "Have a seat John." "Thanks." She explained that their had been an independent audit of the office inventory and asked me if I had any idea why were still using as much paper as we had been before the installation of the networked computer system. "I think there are a few people who seem to think they need to keep paper records of their work rather than saving them on the system." "More training then? That's the last thing I need, the training budget is close to being over extended as it is." She said, exasperation creeping into her voice. She dropped a pen down the side of the desk, without thinking I handed it to her. I saw her look at the pen and take it from me slowly, her eyes then met and held mine for a moment. "Would a memo do any good?" She asked, if she'd noticed my thumb she gave no hint that she was bothered by it. "It might do but wouldn't that defeat the object? If we're supposed to be cutting down on paperwork a memo will give off the wrong signal." I suggested. "Okay, how about this?" She began tapping away on her keyboard and the buzz of the printer kicked in until with a flourish she handed me a sheet of paper. On taking it there was another flash of glossed red from my thumb. "Take it round and get them to print as having read and understood, one piece of paper, one memo, twenty two people cutting back on paperwork." It was a blunt instruction informing staff to save information on the system and not to print everything out. "Might as well start with you John." She smiled and handed me her pen. I took it, printed my name and signed, very conscious that my thumb was on display the whole time. "Right, be an angel and take it round the office will you?" Her phone trilled and she dismissed me with a smile and a wave. By the time I'd been round the office it was finishing time and I was left wondering how many of the twenty one people who signed the paper had noticed my glossed thumb. At precisely six o'clock I was sitting in front of the computer watching to see when her name came up on my buddy list. She came on-line at twenty past six but didn't contact me through an instant message, she arrived in the chat room I was in, "TV in lingerie." MdmDeLaVal. "Good evening girls, any secretaries in here?" There was a flurry of responses from the other people in the room. She ignored them, asking: MdmDeLaVal. "What about you Jennifer?" JennyNE10. "Yes Madam, I'm a secretary." MdmDeLaVal. "A transvestite secretary Jennifer?" JennyNE10. "Yes Madame, a transvestite secretary." The instant message window popped up. MdmDeLaVal. "Send me a photo of you dressed as you are now." I had anticipated this and sent a picture of me in the short black skirt and white blouse, my black bra slightly visible through the sheer material of the blouse. MdmDeLaVal. "How was it at work today Jennifer?" JennyNE10. "Rather embarrassing Madame." I admitted. MdmDeLaVal. "Why? Detailed report please, now." I told her everything in as much detail as I could remember. MdmDeLaVal. "Sounds like you did very well Jennifer." JennyNE10. "Thank you Madame." MdmDeLaVal. "You deserve a reward, would you like a reward?" JennyNE10. "Yes, please Madame." I found myself breathing in short gasps. Finding myself becoming very aroused. MdmDeLaVal. "Very well, take your camera with you to your place of work and take a picture of yourself outside." I didn't see that as much of a problem. JennyNE10. "Yes Madame." MdmDeLaVal. "How long does it take you to get to work?" JennyNE10. "Twenty minutes Madame." MdmDeLaVal. "Good, twenty minutes there, twenty minutes back, ten minutes for three pictures. You can be back in front of the computer and sending the pictures to me inside of an hour can't you Jennifer? Unedited pictures, no cropping out details." She couldn't want me to do it now? JennyNE10. "You want me to go now Madame?" I asked, suddenly very frightened. MdmDeLaVal. "Do I have to repeat myself Jennifer?" I answered that she didn't and I found myself leaving my flat, walking out to the car and setting of for the office. I've been out quite a few times but this was a different experience altogether. Having seen the contrast between John and Jennifer I felt more confident than ever, once outside the office however I felt very vulnerable, worried that the security cameras might capture me as well as my own. I set the camera on the bonnet and took the pictures as quickly as I could. Each picture got a full-length view of me from my heels to my breeze blown hair. I was very impressed with them, if I say so myself. Very feminine and rather sexy with my hair being blown like that. Once home I sat in front of the PC and down loaded the pictures. Going on-line I hesitated a moment before sending them but I did eventually. The reply came back just inside of five minutes. MdmDeLaVal. "A bit close to the deadline Jennifer, enjoying yourself too much?" JennyNE10. "I did enjoy it actually Madame." MdmDeLaVal. "I notice you work at Rhodes International?" JennyNE10. "Yes Madame." I was breathless and felt that this carried through my typed response. MdmDeLaVal. "Didn't you wonder why I wanted the pictures uncropped Jennifer? Now I have pictures of you dressed outside your office, and don't forget the one of you in man drag." I sensed the veiled threat and became very frightened. MdmDeLaVal. "We do understand each other don't we Jennifer?" JennyNE10. "Yes Madame." MdmDeLaVal. "Just to spell it out to you darling let me explain. You will do exactly what I say, when I say it and for as long as I tell you to do it. If not then Rhodes International started getting photos. Understand Jennifer?" JennyNE10. "Yes Madame." MdmDeLaVal. "Perhaps I should add that I am only a thirty minute drive from your office." My heart was trying to do somersaults, she was only a little further from the office as I was, which, even if she lived in the opposite direction from it to me, put her roughly an hour away. MdmDeLaVal. "Yes Jennifer, I am that close, close to you but you are closer still to utter humiliation if you do not do exactly as I say. You understand this don't you?" JennyNE10. "Yes Madame." The scope of my predicament was broadening by the moment. MdmDeLaVal. "You are beginning to accept the power I have over you?" JennyNE10. "Yes Madame." MdmDeLaVal. "Good, the sooner you accept and learn to appreciate that you are mine, the sooner that you will be ready to take your position in the world." JennyNE10. "Yes Madame." MdmDeLaVal. "Sign off now Jennifer and take time to allow yourself to revel in being owned totally and utterly. You may come back on-line in two hours, you will find tomorrow's instructions waiting for you." I went through to the lounge and poured myself a long drink. I figured I could always resign but then, if Rhodes received the pictures wouldn't they tell anyone who asked for a reference for me why they thought I had suddenly resigned? The two hours I had to wait seemed like two weeks. I'd realised that she had probably got my user name in her buddy list as well. So if I went back on-line before the appointed time she could see immediately and then goodness knows what she would do. When I did get back on-line I found an e-mail with a list of instructions. 1) Your ring and middle fingers are to match your thumbs, on both hands. 2) Your ponytail is to be tied high on the back of your head, it must move freely when you move your head. 3) At lunchtime you are to go to your car, swap your male shoes for high heels and then stay in the car until five minutes after you are due back at your desk. Put your male shoes on but not your socks. 4) Before leaving work you are to send me a mail detailing your thoughts and feelings about the day. You will also supply a full list of everything in your wardrobe that is appropriate to your new position. 5) Black lingerie beneath your clothes tomorrow and don't forget the three morning pictures that I require. 6) For now you are to strip garment by garment until you're naked, pictures of the strip to be sent before you go to bed, in your sexiest nightgown. It was signed simply, Madame De La Val. Bit by bit, inch by inch I was being drawn further and further into her control. I followed the instructions to the second, fearing that the slightest deviation on my part would set off a chain of reactions from Madame De La Val that would not only shake my world but shatter it completely. Eventually I slipped into bed in a shimmering purple nightgown, almost ankle length and slit to my right thigh. I'd sent a picture of me posing in it, the final picture of the evening. The one preceding it was of me naked but for my silicon breast forms, stuck securely to my chest with a special adhesive. I looked at it in awe as the PC sent it, I looked for all the world like a girl with male extras. If anyone was to see this, alongside the picture of me in man drag as Madame put it I might be in very serious trouble. The pictures in the morning were the same poses as the previous morning. I chose a grey shirt to hide the black bra though I was sure I could see the suggestion of unfilled cups and straps. There was no mistaking that people noticed my red fingernails that day, nor the feminine height and movement of my ponytail. Nobody said anything though I saw the slight smiles, the shared knowing looks. I had hoped to stay hidden in my office but there was a rush job on and I spent more time out of my office than in it. Sitting in my car at lunchtime I felt incredibly vulnerable, people passed by either side, both on their own lunch breaks and others from the factory floor who were changing shifts. By the time I was back at my desk I was a nervous wreck and felt all the more vulnerable with every step that I took, sure that someone would catch a glimpse of stocking. The phone didn't stop ringing that afternoon and when one of the callers turned out to be Denise, I can't say I was surprised. The office telegraph must have been working overtime. I went up to her office in resignation, and yes, that was one of the things I was considering. "Look, it isn't a problem, just ignore it and I'll deal with it." She was saying into the phone when I entered the office. She pointed to the chair. I sat down, unable to cross my legs because I knew my trouser legs would ride up and show off my stockings. "John, were you late back from lunch? I tried to ring you but got your voice mail." "Yes, sorry, I got stuck in the shift change." "Try to keep a check on it, I've just nailed half the office for it, I don't want to have to add you to the list." She sat back in her chair, hands folded beneath her chin. "I'm sorry." I said quietly, looking at the floor. "Are you okay John?" She asked directly. "Me? I'm fine Denise, why? Is anything wrong?" My heart hammered under my shirt, under my bra. I tried to sit so that anything showing wouldn't be so obvious. "Nothing's wrong as far as I know, and you're the one who's supposed to keep me aware of trouble." I couldn't tell if there was any point to my being summoned or whether this was an impromptu chat. "There's the usual gossip, nothing serious that I know of." I said, my voice tightening with every word, sure that most of the gossip was surely about my fingers. "How long have you been with Rhodes now John?" She asked, here it comes I thought. "Six years, I came here straight from college." I answered, dreading what was to come next. "So that puts you a year or two younger than me then. How come you've never been promoted?" She asked, stepping from the chair to perch on the desk. It wasn't a question that I'd been expecting. "Well, I don't know really, there haven't been the vacancies, at least not ones that I'd have considered." I babbled, not sure what to say. So terrified of discovery that I was losing all sense of my normal professional attitude. "What if I were to tell you, and this is between you and me, no one else is to know, that I've been promoted to Operations Director?" "Hey! That's great news Denise! Congratulations!" "Alright, keep it down!" She hissed, then smiled. "Youngest Director in Rhodes' history, thing is, I'd be looking for an executive assistant. And you'd be ideal." "Me? Why me?" I spluttered. "See? That's maybe why you haven't been promoted, you're convinced that you can't do it before you've even thought about it." "Denise, lets face it, I'm hardly suited for secretarial work am I? I mean, what about the rest of the board?" "They insist that the appointment must come from outside the company." She said. "Surely that counts me out then?" "Look, just think about it John, sleep on it and I'll speak to you in the morning." I left her office just as everyone else was packing up for the night. I took the time to write to Madame, telling her all about my day, including my conversation with Denise about the job offer. Also, as ordered a list of all the feminine clothes in my wardrobe, it was a very long list. Only when I'd sent it and shut the system down did I realise that I had now supplied Madame with my office e- mail address. MdmDeLaVal. "So, how's my pretty personal assistant?" As soon as I went on-line she was waiting for me. JennyNE10. "I'm scared Madame, people have noticed my nails and things, it's only a matter of time before I'm fired." MdmDeLaVal. "Don't be frightened darling, accept it as lovingly as you have accepted my ownership." JennyNE10. "I don't think it's as simple as that Madame." MdmDeLaVal. "Did I say you were allowed to think? You do not think girl, you respond, receptive and passive unless I say otherwise. Understand Jennifer?" JennyNE10. "Yes Madame." Further and further in. MdmDeLaVal. "You have displeased me Jennifer, you will be punished." My fingers flew across the keyboard. JennyNE1O. "Please Madame, don't send any pictures!" MdmDeLaVal. "Who mentioned pictures Jennifer, but thank you, that is such a delicious idea, I must remember it." I couldn't think of anything to respond with. MdmDeLaVal. "I presume that, like all good transvestites, you have a set of false nails?" I nearly fell from the chair. MdmDeLaVal. "I take it from your lack of response that this is true. You will wear a full set of false nails to the office tomorrow, glossed in your tarty scarlet. Full lingerie, no socks, and a touch, a noticeable touch of mascara." MdmDeLaVal. "I will of course require pictures of you before you go to work. Be thankful that I have not told you to wear your breasts. You will however wear your ladies watch and an ankle bracelet." I was just about in tears but she hadn't finished. MdmDeLaVal. "You are to declare your interest in the position that this Denise has told you about. Not only express interest Jennifer, you will let her know not only how much you enjoy working with her but that you really want to continue working for her in whatever position there is available. Denise can become Madame by proxy, isn't that a lovely idea?" JennyNE10. "I don't know Madame." MdmDeLaVal. "I thought you'd learned that lesson Jennifer, don't you remember?" JennyNE10. "Yes Madame, sorry Madame!" MdmDeLaVal. "I think a forfeit is due, don't you Jennifer?" JennyNE10. "A forfeit Madame?" I was terrified, how much more could she expect of me?" MdmDeLaVal. "Indeed, in fact, two forfeits, you've been very insolent which will be paid for by you wearing the cropped jacket with the rounded collar, the ladies jacket for the office tomorrow. You will wear the smart black evening trews with the black silk ribbon down the outside of the leg." I sat staring in horror at the message, then gasped out loud when the next message arrived. MdmDeLaVal. "Which pub do your colleagues use as their own?" I wondered what she was driving at, I had a brief insight but didn't want to consider that she might really demand it. I replied with the greatest reluctance. JennyNE10. "The Crown Hotel Madame." My heart sinking. MdmDeLaVal. "I think that it is about time that Jennifer showed her face don't you darling?" JennyNE10. "No Madame, please no, don't make me do this." MdmDeLaVal. "I could say that if you don't go into the office in a skirt tomorrow I will send certain pictures to certain people." The tears were welling in my eyes now and I blinked through them to see what I was typing. JennyNE10. "Please tell me what you want me to do Madame." MdmDeLaVal. "That's better darling, and I'm sure you're going to love it. After work you are to sit in the car and do your make up, to perfection as normal. Then drive towards the pub and find somewhere quiet, exchange the trousers, shirt, tie for a smart above the knee skirt, black or red. The shirt for a soft cream or white blouse, it is to be very sheer." I was almost breaking up in pieces. MdmDeLaVal. "With your boobs in place you will then pick up a handbag and become the real you when you put on your shoes, heels of course, minimum three inch. I want Jennifer the perfectly poised, pretty personal assistant to be in the Crown hotel by half past six. Hair as you have worn it all day and nails still in place." Thinking about the clothes took my mind of things for a little while, we, rather she, continued with orders to do with my dressing. MdmDeLaVal. "The heels are obligatory darling, three inch or higher, always from now on. Oh, and as you will be drinking, white wine and soda, you will have to leave your car there and take a taxi home, and to the office tomorrow. Presuming you don't get picked up and taken to someone else's home." MdmDeLaVal. "Pictures as normal darling, before work, in the car park and before you set off for your evening out." I tried to reply but she'd logged off. That morning there was little of John left, my appearance was of a young girl, a young terrified girl, dressed for the office. The lack of eye shadow or lipstick was about the only things that called my gender into question. A touch of androgynous but hinting hugely toward the feminine. The smiles and smirks were more open and obvious, especially as the hem of the trews were cut higher than male trousers would be. My stockings were plainly in vision as was the ankle bracelet. I was called immediately into Denise's office and expected the worst. "Well, John, if this is an attempt to show that you might actually fit the bill then I am impressed. More than impressed actually, tell me, can we expect another step or is this as far as you are willing to go?" I couldn't very well blurt out the truth, that I was being made to do this by someone I'd never seen, let alone spoken to in person. Could I tell her that I was going to take the next step that evening after work and walk into the offices adopted pub? I saw it then, realised that walking into the pub dressed much as I was now, less shoes and trousers but in heels and skirt plus make up, I was going to be seen for what they must all now suspect. "Unfortunately I'm going to have to take note of your behaviour and your attire John. Once the gossip reaches upstairs then there is going to have to be some kind of explanation. Would you like to explain yourself to the directors or would you rather I did that for you?" "Would you do it for me Denise?" I whispered. "Certainly, they haven't seen you, as far as I am aware. So, this does offer us another possibility." She smiled. "I... don't know what you mean?" I stammered. "You'll certainly fit in with the executive assistants now won't you?" She smiled again and handed me a brochure. Was there a way out of this after all? "What's this?" "An application form, for the position as my assistant." She said simply. "But after all this, don't you, why are, what are you thinking Denise?" "I'm thinking that, I'm going to be very new upstairs and I want someone with me who knows the way I operate. In return I can cover all the bases you will need to leave behind. Go fill the form in as best you can, I'll fill the rest in later." I could barely bring myself to do any other work for the rest of the day. Instead I typed a long report for Madame with as much detail as my mind would allow me to remember. I got a mail in return just before packing up for the day. "You are to ensure that you put your full details on the form, address, background, education etc. The only difference is to be your name, your name is Jennifer Richardson, not John Richardson." By the time I'd done my face, taking pictures while I did so, soft pink and bronze on my eyelids, a touch of pencil to my brows and bright scarlet gloss on my lips. I exchanged the trews for the skirt, the brown suede shoes for black courts with a four inch heel. I added hoop rings to my ears, thin bracelets to each wrist. Then after easing my breast forms into my bra cups I slipped into the cream satin blouse. Open necked with a soft pink chiffon scarf round my throat set off by two thin gold coloured necklaces. Stepping from the car I collected my handbag, pre-packed with my cosmetics and a soft brush. Stepping carefully along the path toward the Crown I appreciated the pull on my leg muscles afforded by the high heels and they adjustment in carriage that they forced upon me. I entered the lounge bar and knew without hearing a word that there were many there who recognised me. Not because they saw through my look but because they had come to recognise it over its gradual development over so few a number of days. Denise intercepted me at the bar. "I wondered if there were any more steps for you to take J... what do we call you?" "Jennifer, Jennifer Richardson." "Good, well then Jennifer, before I introduce you to everyone I think I should buy you a drink, don't you?" We crossed to the bar where she ordered herself a vodka and lemonade and after asking me, a white wine and soda. "A toast," she said in a quiet voice, "to Jennifer Richardson, my new executive assistant, here's to our success Jennifer and may we do wonderful things together." I raised my glass slightly when she raised hers. "Oh by the way, when we are in company you can address me as Denise," she smiled broadly, "when we're alone just call me Madame."