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Prologue Eveline switched off the lights in the main open plan office, checked that all the computer terminals were off and then went into her private side office and closed the door behind her, switching on the desk lamp. She sighed as she sat down in her chair and picked up her cup of coffee. It had been a long day but a productive one, and at least they had managed to close the two deals she had wanted, and they would now go into this month's sales figures and make them look even better than they had been. Feeling pleased but tired she was glad that it was Friday and she had a whole weekend to herself with absolutely no plans as yet. She planned to be as lazy as possible. There wasn't that much paperwork that needed finishing off tonight despite being near the end of the working month. She tended to keep on top of it and she hadn't really needed to stay behind, but she couldn't face the rush-hour traffic on the way home without five minutes peace and quiet to herself first, and she liked the office when it was like this, perfectly quiet and in semi-darkness. Not even the cleaners were around to bother her. There was only one thing for her to do before she went home and that was briefly flick through the security tape she kept from a video camera that she had hidden from view on a cluttered bookcase, which showed a wide angle view of the office to enable her to see what anyone had been up to in her absence in the confines of her office. There was no lock on her office door which opened directly into the main office, and she didn't particularly mind, it made her seem more approachable as a manager. But there were Venetian blinds on both the windows and the door was solid not glass and did have a catch that could be used from the inside, so privacy was still possible. She hadn't told the staff it was off-limits as such when she was out, but there was no real reason for them to go in there except to drop paperwork onto her desk. She had decided on the camera before she started work here because of her last job. That had been her first time as a team manager and had been quite different to her current position. There were only five team members to look after, but each had had separate offices and there had been a lot of bitchiness between the staff both amongst themselves and towards her, since she had only been there a relatively short period of time before being promoted over them, when a couple of them had been there years. She had had problems with paperwork going missing usually at crucial times e.g. just before an important meeting, and had soon realised that one of the men in her team was deliberately trying to sabotage her, probably in the hopes of being promoted to her position or just out of spite. She would ask him to complete certain reports and they would either be done late or incorrectly when she had no time to check them, or he would fail to do them at all and then deny she had ever asked him for the information. She suspected he had actually taken papers out of her desk and filing cabinets too and destroyed them but had had no proof, hence the decision to install the camera when she finally got this new job. This was a much more hectic position and she was managing many more staff, of whom she knew none, and so until she felt she'd been accepted and could trust them she'd decided to keep the camera as a precaution. She had now been with company for over a year and seem to be reasonably well-liked by most of the staff, or at least respected within the working environment, but she had never got round to getting rid of the camera. Paranoia perhaps. She rewound the tape and keeping hold of the remote went to her chair and kicking off her shoes curled her feet up underneath her as she sat, coffee in hand. The video recorder and television had been in the office before she even arrived at the company and so no-one suspected her using them after hours for her own devices and just assumed she was checking up on competitors promotional material etc. The tape was from the previous night when she had left before the majority of the staff, and for a while nothing much happened. Helen came in and dropped a buff A4 file full of papers on her desk but went straight out again, and that was it. The quality of the picture changed as it became apparent that most of the lights in the main office were turned off, and she was about to switch it off assuming they'd all gone home when the door open and Gerry appeared, looking behind him furtively before coming in and briefly disappearing from view as he closed the blinds after putting the catch on the door. Interesting, she thought. She rather liked Gerry, and hoped he wasn't about to do something that would change the way she felt about him. She had always thought he was rather handsome although she was aware he might not necessarily appeal to other women since he had long hair. But again she quite liked it, he was always immaculate at work, his straight light brown hair naturally had a few blonde highlights and was always in excellent condition and tied neatly back in a ponytail a few inches long. Usually clean shaven, with defined cheek bones he looked eminently capable of taking care of himself and that was always attractive in a man she thought. At first she'd thought he looked a little like a drop-out hippy student in a posh suit but had soon learnt he was far more than that. But this was intriguing, and seemed to go against the grain both for him and in general. It was surreal. He had actually gone to her desk draw and opened it, at which point her heart had sank, but instead of pulling out confidential files, he had found her spare make-up and pocket mirror and was sat applying her lipstick to his lips! He had shaken his hair loose and taken off his tie and seemed to be studying his image in the mirror. After a minute or so he got up and seeing an empty polystyrene cup on the filing cabinet, moved to put it in the waste-bin and then had pulled out from amongst the paper in the bin, a discarded pair of stockings that she remembered changing out of yesterday lunchtime after laddering them on the edge of desk. Checking briefly that the door was fastened shut and listening at it for a moment for noise from outside he had quickly unbuckled his belt and kicked off his shoes and removed his trousers and then gone and sat back in her chair, her stockings in hand. To her shock and disbelief he was wearing a pair of black stockings of his own too! He seemed to be holding hers against his face to inhale her scent whilst he played with himself and then placing both feet wide against the desk so that his legs were spread he had begun to masturbate in earnest with one stocking tied tightly around the base of his cock in a constricting manner, and the hand that was actually gripping his penis inside the other stocking like a glove. After he had cum, he sat there breathing heavily for a minute before tidying himself up and removing the lipstick and he left the office looking as immaculate as when he had entered, with the used stockings balled up in his trouser pocket. Eveline sat there stunned. So many different conflicting thoughts and feelings were tumbling around in her head and she couldn't think straight. Initially she had felt angry that he had used her office for that purpose, then she herself had felt used because he had used her stockings in that manner. Then she had felt a little giggly because the whole episode was just so weird. Now she felt curious. Did he fancy her in particular? He seemed to be a charmer and she was sure he couldn't find it hard to pick up women in general. But he had inhaled her scent off those stockings and he must have known they were hers. After all the other women would have gone to the ladies toilets to change their stockings if they needed to. But perhaps he just got off on the fact that they had been worn, and the wearer didn't matter. Perhaps only the stockings themselves mattered, worn or not. After all he certainly had a thing for stockings since he'd been wearing a pair himself, presumably all day. But she hadn't been revolted by that, she loved stockings herself and the feel of them and certainly had no objections to a man in them, in private at least, she thought, smiling to herself. Damn. Now she was getting all horny and had no-one to share it with. What to do about it though? Oh, not her herself, that was no problem, she could see to that even if it wasn't as much fun alone. But what to do about Gerry, or what to do with him she thought mischievously? It looked like too much fun an opportunity to be missed and besides she couldn't pretend she hadn't seen it since her manner on speaking to him was bound to alter even if subconsciously. Besides she really genuinely liked him, both in terms of attitude, looks and personality in general. Still she had the whole weekend to muse on the matter and reach her decision, and with that she switched off the tv set, carefully removed the tape and put it in her bag to take home (that one she was keeping for future use if necessary) and left the office for the night. Chapter 1 On Monday morning Eveline pulled Gerry's file to see if he had ever been involved in anything out of the ordinary. She was aware that he had aspirations to go higher in the company, but to do so would require her assessments of his work to be of an equal standard to what he had achieved up to the current moment. While looking through his file she began hatching a plan, thinking it was funny how the tape had brought some distinctly kinky images to mind, with thoughts of her visits to the Rocky horror show going wild in her head. While sitting here reading she was busily considering the risks involved in bringing her ideas into the open. Unfortunately that would all have to wait, start of business today was the weekly office meeting, a chore at the best of times as everybody already knew what they were expected to do, and her team were always pretty much top of the league although her interpretation of the word team would probably be considered laughable to upper management. Of twenty two members, she was very much aware that in reality her team was somewhat different to what her superiors would have liked. Effectively she had a diverse group of people who could love each other one day and hate each other the next, and as a result the team was really comprised of three groups and a couple of loners. Balancing the attributes of each group whilst keeping those who would never get on apart but functional, had thus been her first priority on joining the company. This segregated teamwork had produced good results and the teams' efficiency was markedly improved since she had taken over from the previous manager. The office atmosphere seemed generally relaxed although the team meeting on the first day of the week was a fly in the ointment that she disliked and felt achieved little. Still it was company procedure and not doing it would probably be noticed and bring a black mark against her personally that she could well do without, particularly as she was still fairly new to the job. At this point she looked up and saw that they were starting to arrive for work and she put the file back, pausing briefly to check one small but important piece of information she needed if she was to take the situation further. As the various members of her team trickled into the office she was inwardly smiling. It always struck her as funny that you could almost always guess the order that they would come in, and who with. Meeting start was officially 9am. Her theory was that by having it first thing she could generally get everybody over the weekends' trials and traumas before starting the new weeks work. Plus it meant everyone had to be in work on time first thing on a Monday morning and if anyone was absent they would be noticed. It was something she had deliberately planned to cut the temptation of people to ring in sick after a boozy weekend or stroll in at 10am blaming it on the trains. Today was no exception to the usual order of arrivals; Jenny and Angela both walked through the door first, chatting happily as they walked in. She thought that they must meet up earlier to arrange to be near the office door ten minutes early. They were an unusual pair, in that Jenny was a 31 year old who insisted on dressing like a 21 year old and always looked like she was ready to go to a nightclub, while Angela on the other hand dressed like a librarian and to hear her talk you could be forgiven for thinking she was one. The reality that their ages were in fact only separated by a matter of a few weeks always made them look like an odd couple, especially as they seemed to be almost inseparable. Eveline always looked forward to these two coming in. It was nice to just chat for a few minutes about nothing in particular without having to go straight into the corporate rubbish. They both said their good mornings, and each sat in one of the few individual chairs. The office had a limited amount of space and was not really ideally suited to such a large meeting what with the suite of 2 two seaters and 2 chairs and the relatively large and awkward coffee table in between them. In addition there was her desk, and a smaller one next to the corner suite which officially was for her PA, although with Theresa on maternity leave it was currently unused except for during these meetings. Lack of seating space meant somebody always ended up in the PA chair and invariably the last in either stood up or sat on the edge of the desk. The room slowly filled with the team, some looking bright and fresh, others looking like the previous evening had included a fair amount of alcohol. Today was no different than any other meeting day and Gerry strolled in with only a minute or two to spare and she wondered if he happened to be early whether he would deliberately hang around outside until it was exactly the right time. It was as if he didn't like to seem too keen. He made a big show of being all happy and cheerful as he said hello to his favourites then took up position on the corner of the PA desk. Looking at the group from left to right and seeing him on the extreme right always made him look out of place as he was always in the middle of a group when he wasn't in this office. The arrival of the last member kick-started the meeting and putting her earlier thoughts to the back of her mind she began dealing with the head office circular for the coming week. There was also a short question and answers form to be completed by everyone at the end of the session, supposedly some feedback from staff for management to make them feel they were listened to. Not that any notice was usually taken of the content by management, other than to attract their attention to possible trouble makers. It was while they were quietly filling out the sheets that she noticed something that without the previous videotape revelations she wouldn't have even considered. Gerry was sat almost with his back to her on the desk corner with his left leg almost straight and his right foot hooked behind his left knee as he leant over the desk writing. It was hard to look properly as she was aware that if any of them looked up and saw her staring they would obviously wonder why, but from the fleeting looks she did get, she became more and more convinced that she could see the outline of a stocking top showing where the top of his trousers pulled tight around his thigh. Any other day she would have written the idea off as ridiculous, after all, he was something of a "mans man." Rough and ready would be an ideal description, ane yet? the videotape and the tell tale line made the situation far more interesting. It also finalised her decision on what to do about it. As each member of the group completed the sections required they began to leave the meeting handing the papers to Eveline before leaving the room. It wasn't often that there was a requirement for them to complete such things, but every time they had to do it she always felt like a school teacher collecting them in. When Gerry completed his papers and handed them over, she asked if he would mind staying back for a while after hours as one of the files required for the end of the week was in a nightmare condition and she would appreciate his assistance as two people could check the figures in a quarter of the time it would take to do alone. She felt like blushing, and it was all she could do to stop herself smiling as she asked. On numerous occasions she had caught sight of him looking down her top, and occasionally looking up her skirt, feeling his gaze on her legs as she walked past him in the main office. She knew she had good legs, and she always wore stockings herself and stiletto heels and short pencil skirts. She liked to look good and felt that dressing smartly whilst making the best of her assets added to her authority around the office. However, close up he always made eye contact with her and was polite and proper. Did he force himself to make eye contact in order to avoid the embarrassment of being caught out looking? Still, arrangements were now in place for overtime tonight so there was plenty of scope to find out more. At dinner time, Eveline walked into the town centre, still feeling decidedly naughty. It was warm outside today and she went for her usual walk to Marks and Spencers for her sandwiches, and afterwards passed the time window shopping, looking for something in particular and yet finding it was actually quite hard to come by. The rest of the afternoon flew by, and the nearer it got to finishing time the more nervous she felt herself become. If she was truthful to herself, she knew what she wanted to happen, but there was no guarantee things would go the way she planned. Come 5 o'clock everybody was leaving, and Gerry arrived at the office door and asked where she wanted him. Hmmm, not the easiest question to answer under the circumstances, there was more than one answer to choose from, she thought smiling to herself. But to be practical, dragging her brain back to business matters, the file she had chosen to work on was actually quite large and it did need to be checked and verified by the end of the week so she wasn't totally out of order. Still that was a minor matter when compared to her plans for him this evening. Smiling brightly she said "The Ransons' account is on the desk, and the duplicate is also with it. Sometime last month the account was misplaced and a copy was printed off but unfortunately as you can tell by the two files, one is considerably larger than the other, and somehow we have managed to end up with a mix up of documents. So I thought it may be an idea to lay out the main files paperwork on the floor, then go through the copy and work out which documents are missing before we check the relevant figures tally up. If it works for you then I'll leave you to it and go and make us a coffee?" With that she left him laying out the paperwork and went into the kitchen. When she returned it was to a floor covered in papers and Gerry kneeling down putting them in date order. She had deliberately dressed to frustrate today, the pair of 10 denier stockings she had on were an expensive Italian black lace top brand with a sheen finish, and her pencil skirt was one of her shortest. Her heels were slightly higher than her usual 2 inches, showing off both her calves and a considerable amount of her thighs. She passed him his coffee then sat on the edge of the desk with her legs crossed at the knee, and picked up the file. As she did so she let her shoe dangle. It always struck her as funny that so many men got pleasure from this, she never knew why, but knowing its effect had its uses, especially now as Gerry was knelt right by the desk and his face couldn't have been more than a few inches from her gently swinging foot. Sorting the last documents from the main folder he had briefly stopped to look, but seeing he had been caught out he immediately looked away, and unlike Eveline's control earlier he blushed in obvious embarrassment. She hadn't planned such a full on assault so early in the proceedings, but under the circumstances it felt like a now or never moment. "How long have you worn stockings at work Gerry?" She couldn't have shocked him more if she had hit him with a chair at that moment. The question hung in the air while a look of sheer panic rose in his now bright red face. For a few moments it looked like he was either going to die of shock or explode in fury at being asked such a question, but there was no initial answer, and unlike in films his mouth didn't hang open while he thought, but it was obvious he was struggling. It was only a few seconds but it was long enough to leave him nowhere to go in terms of his answer. After all, if he didn't wear them he wouldn't have been struggling for words and would've reacting indignantly. All this was going through her head as she watched him in the 4 or 5 seconds he took to actually break the silence and when he did, it was not the usual cocksure Gerry that answered, though he had maintained some of his composure. "How long have you known?" So there it was, no denial, no battle, but his eyes were still showing something, fear? Horror? Confusion? Embarrassment? Hard to tell but he was definitely rattled. She smiled, enjoying the power of the moment although feeling a little cruel at putting him in his current position, but feeling her heart and chest flutter, she was thinking fast. Her plans had been changed and brought forward far too fast to control in the way she wanted, and more than anything now she had to keep the upper hand. "Long enough, but answering a question with a question isn't particularly polite, so go on, tell me, and if it's ok with you can you tell me why you do it as well. Alternatively we can carry on with the file and leave it for another time," she said, by now her smile was breaking through, but resisting the urge to laugh, she put the file down, uncrossed her legs and rearranged herself so both shoes were back on her feet, before putting her hands on the edge of the desk and ever so slightly leaning forward, aware yet again that her blouse was close fitting, and that she had one more button undone than was slightly necessary, showing just a little bit of cleavage. Finally he answered, "I'm kind of on the spot at the moment, feeling that I really should be trying to deny it all, but more than anything I am wondering if anybody else knows and why you want to know more? Am I in trouble? Do I have to answer? I thought I'd been discreet and I'm actually stunned that you know anything about it. After all, being caught out like this is a lot to take on board. Frankly my head is racing and I am wary about what happens next." "What happens next is a leading question really Gerry, I really want to know more, but no you're not in trouble, what you choose to wear concerns nobody but yourself if truth be known. You always dress well for the office, on the outside at least everything looks normal, though I feel sure that your instant embarrased flush when I asked you a moment ago implies you would prefer your colleagues didn't know anything about this." She stood up and moved to sit in her chair at the desk as she was saying this to give him a moment to consider her words, noticing that despite his obvious discomfort he didn't look like he wanted to run for the door. "Plus there is a vacancy for a PA in here, at least temporarily and the thought of having a man in drag doing things for me is quite intriguing to me at the moment." It was hard to believe, but he looked like his face had actually gone even redder than when she first asked, yet despite this there still appeared to be a little defiance left in his eyes. Eveline was still unsure of whether she should press on or back off , aware that the situation could turn on her with little chance of her defending her position. Teetering on the edge of sexual harassment could be a hell of a lot to deal with later, although that would mean his secret (secrets possibly? Are there more she thought?) would have to come out and she didn't think he'd want that and besides who would believe that a woman had sexually harassed him? He always seemed so capable of taking care of himself. Also, strangely none of this was designed to get him into bed, well, not together anyway. "What are you asking for Eveline? For me to come to work in a dress? I don't think so. Maybe if you had something over me there would be the slightest of chances I would even consider the thought of even letting you see any more than you already know, but under the circumstances, it's not likely, we are here alone, after tonight I can just pretend this never happened and make sure it never happened again." Eveline smiled ever so slightly before saying, "Do you mean that? If I had something more you would be willing to do more? And for reference I don't want you to come to work in a dress, were not likely to get much done if the people who don't understand are busy picking on you. Anyway, I was really thinking of just asking you to do things of your own free will. Blackmailing you into things might have had some appeal, but it would be far more fun if you just went along with me. Maybe you will get a kick out of it?" The last was put more as a question than a statement and was left hanging in the air for longer than was really comfortable. When he answered it was short, but his eyes were almost twinkling in the office light, "Go on." "Nothing you won't enjoy I promise. The original question still stands, how long and what do you get out of it? I honestly want to know more, only now, and only if you are willing, I would like you to do it without your clothes on, your male clothes anyway. We are safely locked in and you are safe in the knowledge that whatever we do here tonight is between us, humour me tonight and let's see where you want to go with things. It's your chance to show off tonight, solely for me, nobody else involved. I won't lay a finger on you I promise. But if you are going to be my little tranny slut for the evening then it has to be your choice to do it. So what's it to be? You sharing the rest of your little secret with me or do we just finish the files and walk away as though it never happened. I'm not after sex, just a bit of fun." Gerry replied quietly, "What do you have in mind Eveline? Bear in mind I haven't agreed yet, I would just like to know how much you expect of me?" Eveline laid out a small description of what she was thinking, admittedly she held back a lot as she didn't want to frighten him off now, and her mind was working overtime trying to keep things gentle enough to let him enjoy his predicament. She told him she wanted to see him stripped off until he was wearing nothing male, and that if he did strip, he would also have to be willing to do as he was told for the evening, and more importantly for the moment, wear whatever she gave him. After a brief pause, Gerry slowly stood up, and Eveline noticed a pronounced bulge in his trousers and forced herself not to smile on seeing it. Already he was removing his tie, and surprisingly he was still making brief eye contact, but then he said, "Turn the main light off Eveline, I can't do this in a bright light." Eveline turned and started as though to dim the lights, but then turned and said, "No, If we are doing this I want you to do what you are told, and I don't want to miss anything at all." He didn't object, instead he quietly unbuckled his belt, and she watched intently as he took off his shoes and socks, before letting his pants drop to the floor. She again resisted the urge to smile when she thought it funny that he was willing to leave his shirt until last, almost as if he were protecting the view of his cock until the last possible second. Only when he removed his shirt did she realise he was wearing a pair of see through black panties, and his cock looked tiny in them. Strange that only a minute or so had gone by and his erection had died in its tracks. She found herself wondering if it was always so small when it was soft or whether the situation was responsible for its size at this moment. He stood there, in the middle of her office wearing nothing but a pair of black stockings and panties, obviously uncomfortable, yet somehow the situation was erotic to her, and now he stood exposed he seemed to be less frightened than he had been in the lead up to his present predicament. "What now, Eveline?" She stood up, retrieved a small shopping bag from the floor and again returned to the edge of the desk. Close enough now to see that he shaved his legs, in fact, as she looked at him, she realised that he had shaved pretty much neck to toe, only his arms showing any sign of body hair. She held the bag out to him without saying a word and waited until he opened it before speaking, "Remember, your choice, you don't have to do anything you really don't want to, it's totally up to you." She sat and watched him look in the bag, watching him carefully as he realised what she was actually asking for. Yet still there was no refusal. "Can I sit down?" "Not yet, soon, but not until you have dressed, I cant expect you to put the makeup on stood in the middle of the floor, but I would like to watch the rest with you right where you are, I am pretty sure that my research is up to date so it should all fit somewhere close." She watched him lift out a skimpy skirt and top, a small makeup kit and a pair of overly high stiletto shoes, everything bought earlier that afternoon, and all sized based on his personnel file. It was at this moment she finally relaxed, until now she had felt awkward about it all, not quite in control, but as he slipped the heels on she saw he was filling out the panties quite nicely as he relaxed too. It was a turning point, the fact not missed by Gerry himself who looked like he was actually enjoying the moment. "So tell me Gerry, how long, why? And what made you use my nylons the way you did the other night"? Too caught up in the moment to wonder how she had known about his being in her office and using her discarded stockings, he told her it was a long term thing, that he couldn't explain exactly why, nor could he really explain the full reasoning behind the nylons, only that he had a thing for nylons and had developed a bit of a foot fetish to go with it and he explained how his girlfriend knew of it, even accepted it, by which time in the conversation he was stood in a little white top, a very short black skirt, a pair of black hold up stockings and 4 inch heels that gave him a pair of calves that half the women in the office would be jealous of, with legs that she thought looked as stunning as her own now they were in stockings. >From initially nervous, Eveline was now feeling quite happy with the whole situation, no longer feeling rushed about things, and having finished sipping at her unwanted coffee in the cup which she'd kept hold of mostly to hide her smile behind in case he'd misinterpreted it as malicious, she moved to a small cupboard in the corner from which she withdrew a bottle of Baileys and poured herself a generous measure. She had Scotch as well, which she kept for when higher managers called in to celebrate the close of big business deals and so on, but she remembered he had drunk Baileys the last time they went on a "team bonding" exercise which she had interpreted as meaning taking the team for drinks in the nearby pub at Christmas. "Want some? I won't tell if you won't." she asked teasingly, and Gerry gratefully downed a few gulps from the large crystal glass she had just used, which was stained with her lipstick. Taking the glass back she licked at a few drops near the rim in a provocative manner and then ordered Gerry into the chair opposite her at the desk whilst they continued talking. He sat, crossing his legs in a ladylike manner but leaning back in an open and inviting way. She was having fun, and more importantly, Gerry seemed to be enjoying things as well. Leaning back and resting the hand that wasn't loosely holding the glass against her thigh and running her fingers up and down the edge of her skirt which had risen up exposing the top of her stockings as she sat in the large leather swivel chair, she said in a partly pre-occupied manner, "I was supposed to advertise the position for a personal assistant this week, solely on a temporary basis. Due to the nature of our business I personally am against using temporary staff, I'd prefer someone I already know well and feel I can rely on, and with that in mind I've decided to use somebody in house. That said, the reality is that as things stand I only really need a PA about once a week, so how would you feel about doing the job on a part time basis?" Gerry found himself lost in the conversation, from having his boss talk him into his current predicament, to suddenly offering him a job as her assistant, and a lower paid job at that, was all rather a lot to take in. Up to now he had been willing to go along with things, after all, submissive he may have been at the moment, but enough to actually lose money? He was supposed to be progressing up the proverbial career ladder after all and to the best of his knowledge he thought he was doing pretty well, managing to restrain his natural resentment of authority and office politics. He told her as much, though was surprised at himself as he did so, because despite some of his former bravado returning, he actually didn't feel it came out in his normal manner. Maybe it was the fact he was dressed the way he was that had made him less aggressive in his refusal, but it also felt strange having his own deep voice come out of what to all intents and purposes appeared to be a woman's body. When he dressed like this for his girlfriend there wasn't necessarily a lot of talking involved at the time, not that he could remember anyway, although he was probably too distracted by other thoughts to notice. Eveline responded immediately though, "I wouldn't expect you to lose money Gerry, and we are just talking about the idea at the moment. What I actually had in mind was having you do it on an overtime basis. Do your normal work during the week and work as my PA for one, or perhaps two evenings a week. I would want you at least once a week, the other day would be as and when required. As to the financial side, it would be at your normal salary. It would be unfair to expect you to accept a reduced rate when in fact you'd be doing the company a favour by not requiring them to employ another person. And I much prefer someone working for me that I felt I could talk to rather than a complete stranger that I had to show the ropes to as well as get to know." Gerry was starting to feel like he was in an interview, his head was reeling. He was sat here in a short skirt having an interview, he was feeling that having an interview under these circumstances was either ridiculous, or at the very least unfair. Mainly because he felt he was at a serious disadvantage. He wasn't an overtime kind of person, he always hated the fact that you couldn't plan your life when overtime was involved, but on the other hand, if this was a negotiation for regular overtime, then it wouldn't really affect things too much and it was only once or twice a week, and not likely to interfere with his weekends and so on. Add that to the fact that Theresa was likely to be off work for some months yet and the financial side alone started to appeal. "If I said yes, would it be until Theresa returns to work, and on a more important note, is it at overtime rate?" Eveline smiled as she spoke admiring his common sense and negotiation skills considering his situation, "As to your first question, yes, but I don't expect Thereza back at work for a good 6 months, if at all knowing her, but it would be until we knew either way. After all, if she decides not to come back then I will have to advertise the position permanently. As to the second question though, no, it would be at your basic rate I'm afraid, but I feel confident that the perks of the job will appeal to you. Some of it you will be able to do at home, but as long as things are cleared by me and everything gets done as it should, then I am sure we will both be very happy with the situation. Think it over tonight and let me know tomorrow. Obviously I don't expect you to decide right now. If it appeals to you then we will take it further. Keep it to yourself though for the time being, amongst other things, I need to rig up a short term contract for the position, and before you ask, it won't affect your holidays or get in the way of your normal workload. Plus your adaptability and willingness will look good in your performance reviews." "Have I just been interviewed for a job?" "Yes, I suppose you have, in fact, now you mention it, as we are on works time, I suppose that brings this evenings work to a close," she said ruefully, as she stood up and picked up her coat. "So with that Gerry, I think it's time to go home, thank you for the chat I appreciate you're staying late, let me know your thoughts tomorrow." With that she walked briskly to the door, leaving him sat there with his head was in bits. She had managed to get him to admit some of his deepest secrets, even managed to get him to show her his cross-dressing side, and all for a part time job interview? It wasn't making any sense. As she was about to walk out of the door she stopped, put her coat on the chair by the door and turned around. "I almost forgot," she said and as she spoke she unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and slipped it off he hadn't realised she wasn't wearing a bra, and as she reached around to unzip her skirt and shuffled her hips out of it allowing it to pool around her ankles before stepping clear of it and the discarded blouse, he sat lost for words as she took off her skimpy see through underwear and stood wearing nothing but a pair of stockings and heels. Before he could gather his thoughts she placed the removed items on the seat of the chair before picking up and putting on her knee length overcoat. As she was doing this she spoke again "That's one of your perks, though obviously without the coat, and before you get any ideas, I don't want you getting any ideas about screwing me, it's not on offer. Everything you are wearing is yours, do what you want with them, the same for the stuff on the chair, though if I am honest the skirt may be a little too tight for you, and in case I neglected to mention it, there is a dress code for the PA position, I expect you to wear makeup and wear feminine clothes for your time in the job, the outfit you are in now will do nicely if you accept the position, have a good night Gerry" with that, she winked at him and left the office......... (story is complete, part 2 of 12 to follow) [email protected]