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By the (Personnel) Book
CHAPTER 3: Patti's Job Duties
I didn't sleep well that night, worrying about what would occur in what
I assumed would be my first real day of carrying out my regular duties
at the office. I considered wearing regular pants and shirt to work, but
it was pretty clear that they were expecting me to show up in the
miniskirt and blouse.
Besides, Cindy was on her way over to help me get ready, and she would
make sure I was in the clothes the company had purchased for me. Anyway,
I kind of liked her. I also worried about exposing myself in the tiny
little skirt, with no panties - not even pantyhose - underneath. I
showered and went ahead and put on the outfit, hoping to find a way to
make the skirt appear longer, but to no avail. There was maybe an inch
between the end of my penis and the hem of the skirt, and the slightest
wrong move would give everyone a good look.
The doorbell rang. Cindy came in, accompanied by Madge, the woman I had
met two days earlier when I first visited the ladies' room.
"I hope you didn't mind Madge coming along. We carpool sometimes, and
she was riding with me anyway," said Cindy.
"Besides, I wouldn't miss this for the world!" said Madge. "Goodness,
you've come a long way in two days! That's a pretty daring skirt!"
"You don't know the half of it," said Cindy, lifting the front slightly
to expose me. Madge screamed with laughter. "Don't worry sweetie, we'll
get you some panties today. I promise," she said to me.
Still laughing, Madge said, "Good thing you got a baby pecker. You'd be
flopping out there for everybody to see!"
"Well, let's get to it!" said Cindy. "Your clothes look great. Why don't
you start doing your makeup, and we'll just jump in when you need us.
You won't learn anything if we just do it for you."
I stepped up to the vanity and began applying foundation, which went
smoothly enough. When I got to the eyes, Cindy showed me how to get the
eyeliner just right. I followed a chart Dana had provided to apply the
shadow.
"Not too heavy on the shadow," said Cindy. "We want to keep the focus on
that gorgeous lip."
Finally, I was ready, and Cindy pulled a small purse out of a Macy's
bag.
"I forgot to give you this, but you don't have any pockets, you know.
Just don't leave it lying around. Take it with you everywhere you go,"
she said.
I thanked her, and we headed out the door.
"Say, why don't you just ride with us?" said Madge. "We can drop you off
after work."
"Sounds fine to me. Especially since I haven't drawn a paycheck yet. I
could stand to save a bit on gas," I said.
At work, I moved as quickly as I could to my desk, eager for something
to hide my risky hemline. Shortly, Lynn, the personnel director, came
by.
"Patti, I'm glad you're here. I have some paperwork I forgot to have you
sign. Do you mind?" Lynn asked, setting a stack of papers in front of
me.
"Do I need to read it?"
"If you want to be bored to death, be my guest. Just routine. You know
how it is," said Lynn.
I signed my name three times, and Lynn paused on the way out.
"I can't tell you how pleased I am with your progress. You're going to
be a real asset to the company," she said.
Just then, Ellen came in carrying a bag. "Oh, great! Look what I got
you!" she said.
I hoped it would be panties, but I didn't want to bring that up.
She produced a large plaque that read:
Patti Davis
This is my motto: I never say no!
"I want to make sure everybody knows they can call on you for whatever
they need. Here are your business cards. I put your motto on them too.
And finally - drum roll please - the necklace."
She produced a gold chain with "I never say no!" clearly cut out in
scripted bright gold. "Consider this part of your uniform. You're to
wear it at all times when working, or even if meeting with clients
outside office hours."
"Am I supposed to be meeting with clients outside the office?"
"One never knows. You will if they ask you to."
I decided it was time to ask more about the nature of my job.
"Uh, Ellen, just how literally are people going to take my motto? I
mean, what if somebody wants me to do something inappropriate?"
"What would that be?"
"I mean, what if someones sexual favors?"
"Well, from what I can see, you wouldn't really have the right parts for
that, now, would you? And by the way, I assume your lack of undies is a
temporary state?" she asked.
I turned red, seemingly my natural color these days. "Yes ma'am. Cindy
got the clothes, but forgot the panties, so I didn't have any. I'm
getting some today."
Ellen shrugged. "Whatever. Some might prefer the way you are. And you
might get fewer, uh, requests. Nearly all our customers are male, and
since you're our token male, we won't be keeping your gender a secret.
And that will put some of them off, though I'll admit Fritz took a shine
to you the other day."
"Yes, I noticed."
"Of course, you realize he prefers boys, but likes them girlish. He's
coming in at 10, and he might want to know if you live up to your
motto." She smiled.
"What do I do?"
"Well, first thing is to remember that he's one of our biggest
customers. If we lost his account, it could be that we wouldn't have the
revenue to support a customer satisfaction manager."
I decided to put the cards on the table.
"So you want me to have sex with Fritz?"
"Did I say that? Honey, a girl can keep a man happy for a long time just
with a tease, and that's also true for a boy-girl like you with, uh,
somebody like Fritz. I doubt he'll press you for more right away."
"What if he does?"
"Let's not borrow trouble. Just use your best judgment, and do what you
feel you have to do, as long as he's satisfied. I don't have to know the
details."
I went back to my desk troubled. Had my boss just asked me to have sex
with customers? Just then, Lynn's secretary came in.
"Hi Patti. Lynn asked me to bring you these. They're your copies of the
papers you signed this morning."
"Thanks."
"You look really cute, by the way. We never officially met. I'm Erica.
Let me know if I can do anything for you."
After she left, I opened the manila folder and began to look at the
documents for the first time. One caught my eye: "Unconditional Title
VII Waiver." In the midst of a bunch of legalese, I saw the following
statement:
"The undersigned hereby waives all rights under Title VII of the Civil
Rights Act of 1964, codified as Subchapter VI of Chapter 21 of Title 42
of the United States Code."
Reflecting on my conversation with Ellen, I decided it was time to get a
clarification on what I had just signed. It was time for my break
anyway, so I checked out with Ellen and decided to freshen my makeup
before checking with Personnel. The restroom was empty, so I patched up
my makeup and rounded the corner to Lynn's office, where Erica was
waiting outside.
"Hi, Erica. Is Lynn in?"
"No, she's in meetings all day, but if you have a question, maybe I can
answer it."
I showed her the waiver and asked her what it was.
"Ah. Everybody asks that. Title VII is about sexual harassment. Since
we're historically an all female company - I know we're not any more -
we never had anything in the personnel manual about sexual harassment.
Of course, it's never been any problem. So anyway, to cover ourselves,
our lawyer had us require the waiver, just in case."
"So ... sexual harassment is allowed?"
"I didn't say that. We just don't have a policy on it, and by having the
waiver, it's irrelevant. It's never been an issue. Why, is somebody
harassing you?"
"Well, I've been thinking about my responsibilities as customer
satisfaction manager, and about the motto they assigned me."
"You mean this one?" Erica asked, pointing to my necklace. "I think it's
adorable!"
"But what if somebody interpreted it in a more personal way?"
"Oh. I see." She paused. "Maybe it won't matter, because we'll inform
our customers you're a male just dressed to conform to our dress code."
"One has already made me nervous, and I think he's interested mainly
because I AM a male."
Erica giggled. "Sorry, honey, but except for the peeks you keep
flashing, you don't look at all like a male to me."
I thanked her and reported back to my desk, where I noted Fritz was
already in the office with Ellen. After a while, they came out, and
Ellen breezily came around behind me and pulled my chair out, swinging
me around to face Fritz.
"Well, what do you think of our boy now?" said Ellen.
"Absolutely delicious. Are you really a boy?" I was stunned when he
reached under my skirt and cupped my balls in his hand, right in front
of Ellen. "No kidding. Oh well, you can't win them all."
"How's that?" Ellen asked.
"Lovely, but a little girly for my taste. But it's nice to know Patti
here is available," he said.
"Show Fritz your new necklace," said Ellen.
"Well, isn't that marvelous! One never knows!" he said and flitted out.
Just then, Lynn came in.
"Did you know Patti was questioning our personnel policies?" she asked
Ellen.
"No. What's the problem?"
"She seems unhappy with the Title VII waiver."
Ellen turned to me. "You did sign it, didn't you?"
"Yes ma'am," I said.
"Well then, I guess there's nothing to discuss. But since you've been
wanting to make exceptions to our personnel handbook, perhaps we can
make an exception or two for you," said Lynn. She turned to Ellen. "You
remember Section 18? Page 37."
Ellen opened it and, marked a section with a pen and showed it Lynn. "Is
this what you're referring to?"
"Exactly."
Ellen placed the manual in my hands. The marked passage read:
Certain positions may make it necessary for a supervisor to make
temporary modifications to policies regarding an employee when required
by the job responsibilities. In such cases, the supervisor is the final
arbiter of such changes, and failure to comply will require immediate
dismissal."
For a moment, I had a surge of hope. "Does that mean you can exempt me
from having to dress like a woman?"
"Not at all," interjected Lynn. "It only allows modifications required
by the job responsibilities - not biology. And they can't waive any
specific requirements. That's why you have to wear makeup. Besides, in
the customer satisfaction manager position, I think a feminine
appearance is mandatory, but that's up to Ellen," she added.
"I must agree, but there may be a modification or two in order," said
Ellen. "I can take it from here."
After Lynn left, Ellen pulled up a chair across from me. "Well, this is
awkward."
"Should we go into your office for this?" I asked, fully expecting I was
about to get fired.
"No, not at all. How badly do you need this job?"
"Very badly, I'm afraid."
"Good, because I'm hoping you'll be with us for a long time, and we're
going to invest heavily in your ... preparation. And I'm giving you a
20% raise. Not bad for your first day on the job."
"Thanks!" I said.
"Now, I do think we to address a few things. First, I want to make sure
you understand that not saying 'NO' involves more than just - well, not
saying the word. In means saying YES in every way - with your words,
your body language, everything. You have to communicate actively that
you'll do whatever the customers wants. When the customer asks you a
question, I want you to say three words - I'd love it!!! And say it just
that way, with enthusiasm. As you do, remember, we're going to pay you
extremely well, and you'll get a lot of perks."
"Yes ma'am," I said.
"Good. Now, let's talk wardrobe. I love your outfit. You have two like
this, right?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Well, we're going to buy you a whole wardrobe of nice things like this.
You have gorgeous legs, and the sight of them will go a long way toward
keeping our clients happy, so type this as I dictate it. We're going to
give you your very own custom dress code."
I placed my hands on the keyboard, noting my perfect coral nails.
The following special provisions will apply to Patti Davis in the
position of customer satisfaction manager:
(1) A dress or skirt will be worn at all times, in no event shall the
the hem reach lower than 10" above the top of the kneecap.
(2) A bra and inserts must be worn at all time.
(3) The employee's lower undergarments shall be limited to a garter belt
and stockings.
My hands began to shake as I typed the last item.
"I'm not sure I understand this. I can't wear panties?"
"Of course you can, honey. Wear them 16 hours a day if you like. But at
work, I think this look will be better for you, and with your little
male parts poking out from time to time, it will be more evident that
you're not available for traditional sexual favors, which may address
the other concern you had. But since you're inclined to argue, perhaps
we should add one more. Type this:"
(4) The employee will not be allowed to use a full desk, but rather will
work at an open computer station.
"There. No hiding behind the desk. Now, email that to me and Lynn. Right
now. Shall we keep going?"
"No, I think I get the point," I said, hitting the send button.
Ellen turned serious and leaned forward over me. "I'm not sure you do."
Suddenly, she reached over and pulled up the front of my skirt. "Want me
to get a safety pin and pin this up like this for a while?"
"I'd love it!!" I said, hoping the reverse psychology would prevent such
a thing.
"Well, I could, but since you're learning so fast ..."
At that precise point, a man in a suit walked in.
"Oh goodness, have I come at a bad time?"
"Not at all!" said Ellen. I was just doing a little personnel
instruction. Ken, meet Patti, our first male employee. See?" She lifted
the skirt a bit further. "Go ahead. See what you think."
"May I?" he asked me.
"I'd love it," I said.
Ken reached over and took my dick in his hands, moving his fingers up
and down. I was embarrassed to see that it gave me an erection.
"Patti? Tell Mr. Andrews your motto."
"I never say no," I said, totally defeated.
"Good.Well, let's get to work, Ken," said Ellen, covering me back up.
"I'm sure you two will have plenty of chances to become acquainted in
the future."
"I'd like that very much," said Ken, too enthusiastically for my
comfort. "How about you, Patti?"
"I'd love it," I said.
Fortunately, lunch time came while they were still in her office, and
Cindy came by.
"We were going to come get you since you don't have your car, but then
Lynn emailed me your new dress guidelines and asked if I'd take you
shopping this afternoon," said Cindy. "Madge is eating at her desk."
I was near tears. As soon as we got into the parking lot, I broke down.
"I need this job, but I'm going to be a freak. Ellen practically showed
me off to two customers, and she let both of them play with my
privates," I said.
"Well, you must admit, they aren't all that private, now, are they? Oh,
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Well let's just get you some
clothes that are so cute people will look at your clothes instead of
what they don't cover, okay?"
I didn't have any better ideas, and we drove to the mall.
"First, let's get you some panties."
"I thought I couldn't."
"You certainly can! When you're not at the office, you can wear anything
you like. So let's go to Victoria's Secret first.'
The saleslady at Victoria's Secret was a cute brunette about 25 years
ago. She complimented me on my makeup.
"I need some panties," I blurted out.
"Sure, sweetie. What style? We have everything from traditional to
thongs."
"Well," said Cindy, "I don't think a thong is going to get the job done.
Let's see some bikinis. But first, we also need to find some garter
belts."
She showed us the rack, pulling out one with a tiny frilly skirt at the
top. "This is our newest model. We call it the Very Sexy Garter Skirt.
It doesn't cover anything ... just frames it and makes it even more
sexy. Here, try it," she said, and she sent me into the dressing room to
try a pair on.
"If you haven't worn garters before, just pull the belt up and come out
here and we'll help you attach them," said the salesgirl.
Moments later, I emerged with the tassels hanging down well below my
skirt.
"Wow, that's going to be hot," said the salesgirl. "Here, let me help
you." As she knelt to start attaching them, she made the discovery
everybody else did. "Oh, wow! You really do need some panties, don't
you? And no, I don't think the thong would do it." She paused as if
having a second thought and pulled up my skirt for a closer look.
"Although it'd be pretty close!" she said, prompting a loud laugh from
Cindy.
"Oh my, how are you, Patti?" a familiar voice asked. It was Gladys, from
the spa. Of all the women there, she had been the most vulgar in making
fun of me, and I was less than happy to see her.
"Oh, hi Gladys," said the salesgirl. "You know each other?"
"Oh yes. I helped get all her hair removed. It didn't take too long,"
said Gladys. She pulled back my skirt to expose my genitals. "Let's see
if you're still red from the waxing. Yep, just a little bit. It went
pretty easy, since there wasn't much to work around."
Sensing my discomfort, the salesgirl changed the subject. "Well, how
many of these garter belts will you need?"
"Seven," answered Cindy. "Two black, two red, two pink and one white.
All with "
"Great," she said. "Now about those panties..."
"Why?" said Gladys loudly. "There's nothing there big enough to cover."
Cindy shot her a dirty look. "Well, I need to run to the drugstore for a
minute. I'll come back by," Gladys said.
We settled on the bikini style and purchased seven pair. They were
sheer, but they beat nothing.
"Let me show you Patti's dress code," said Cindy, handing her the
printed email.
"Oh, my! This is a challenge. Well, what I suggest is that you wear the
panties when you can, but wear them outside the garter belt so you can
easily slip them off when you have to go into the office," she said.
"Here, you want to wear a pair now?"
"Yes, and she'll wear the garter belt too, since she's going back to
work," said Cindy. Once the garter belt was fastened, they moved me in
front of the mirror and I almost cried again. The garter belt showed for
more than two inches below the hemline.
"I look like a hooker," I said.
"Nonsense. It's just funky. A fashion statement," said the salesgirl,
trying to be helpful. "Oh, we need to check something. Is this skirt
long enough?" She got a tape measure and checked the distance from the
him to my kneecap. I prayed it would be too short.
"Ten inches even. It's long enough, but just barely" she said.
We also purchased five more bras, and Cindy took me by the hand to visit
Bebe's.
"You'll love their stuff. They cater to younger girls, so they'll have
the short dresses you'll need."
Feeling like a slut with my stockings and garter belt showing, I kept up
the best I could in my heels. Finally, we reached the store. A girl
could was barely 21 greeted us.
"Hi Cindy. What do we have here?" she said.
"Hi Tiff. Patti, we're in luck. Tiffany here is my cousin! Tiff, meet
Patti, who's the new Customer Satisfaction Manager at SPS!" said Cindy.
"Well, if that's going to be your look, I'm sure you'll keep 'em happy,"
said Tiffany. "Especially if you live up to that neckace."
"Part of the uniform," I said.
"So Tiff," said Cindy, "Patti's going to need some really short stuff to
wear every day at the office. She can't have anything longer than this."
"Extra tiny, huh? No problem at all. Is she going to wear the garter
belt like that every day? HOT!!!" said Tiffany. "The boys are going to
go ape over you, girl!"
After a couple of hours, I owned three more dresses and two skirts and
tops.
"Only problem I see is you don't have anything low neck," said Tiffany.
"You don't want to show off your boobies?"
I hesitated.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Patti doesn't have any ... these are falsies. Maybe
soon, though!"
"Wait! Are you a boy?" she asked.
"Show her," said Cindy. Thinking I had finally avoided exposing myself
to somebody, I pulled the panties down and plopped out.
"Wow!" said Tiffany. "I guess the skirt's not the only thing that's
extra tiny! Here - I'll pull them back up"
"Actually, it's time to head back to work, and she can't wear them
there. Just pull them off and we'll take them back in the bag," said
Cindy.
"Well, how about that! You're going to be awfully popular, girl. But I
bet you don't know how to handle a man so you get your way, do you?"
"I haven't really thought about it."
"Well, you need to. Let me show you. Let's pretend you're a man coming
into the office. You're the customer satisfaction manager, right? So be
attentive. Get up, walk over and shake his hand, then hold it for a few
moments."
She took my hand and looked me straight in the eye.
"Eye contact. That's the important thing. Now, bring the other hand over
so that you're holding his hand between yours. Then massage it just a
bit, making small talk." She massaged my hand.
I immediately sensed a huge erection and looked down to see that I was
poking completely out from under my skirt.
"See? It works!" said Tiffany. "Now, get real close and whisper
something to him. Something like, 'You have great hands. I love the feel
of them.' Be sure your lips are done when you do"
"Jesus, Tiff, she'll have them creaming in their pants!" said Cindy.
"And what could satisfy a man more than that?" she said with a laugh.
"Try it, really."
"I will. I promise."
Finally, we left the store, when Cindy made an observation.
"Earrings. You don't have any earrings."
"I didn't wear them for the job interview, because it didn't seem
appropriate," I said.
"Your ears are already pierced? Let's see. Great! Let's go get you some!
Get your purse and let's go."
"If we're going to keep shopping, can I put my underwear back on?"
"No time to find a ladies' room, and we can't do it in the middle of the
mall. You'll be ok." We went back in Macy's and passed the MAC counter
on the way to the jewelry counter. Dana waved.
"Wow, you're one hottie!!!" she said as we passed.
"You have no idea," said Cindy. "Call me later."
We found the jewelry counter and bought three pair of earrings - two
that dangled at least five inches and a set of four-inch hoops.
"Here, wear the hoops back to the office," said Cindy. "They'll love
it!" she said.
We were back by 3, and the restroom was crowded.
"You must be Patti," said a woman I'd seen in the hall but hadn't met.
"We've been hearing a lot about you. I love the outfit. Is it true what
I heard about your own dress code?"
She lifted the skirt. "Yes, I guess it's true!" she said loudly,
bringing a huge laugh from the other six or seven women. She introduced
herself as Leesa, and I excused myself to return to the work area, where
I noted my desk had been replaced with an open computer table. There was
hammering in the next room.
After a while, a workman came through a door I'd never noticed before.
He called to Dana.
"It's ready," said the man. Then he turned to me. "Wow!" he said. "Is
this what we installed the facilities for?"
"Indeed," said Ellen. She turned to me. "Patti, this door leads to your
special room, which adjoins the guest men's room. The good news is that
you'll be able to go in there, but only at the invitation of our male
guests."
"Does that include me?" the workman asked.
"I don't see why not. Your employer is a customer of ours, and that
makes you one. Patti, would you accompany Hal into your special room?"
I almost protested, then remembered the rules. "I'd love to!" I said.
Hal went ahead of me and said, "count to 30 and I'll be ready."
"Ready for what?"
He didn't answer. Ellen turned to me. "You can't be cold and standoffish
like that. If there's a male in here, I want you up there working it.
Now get in there and don't come out until he says he's satisfied."
Fearing the worst, I went in. The room was small, but lined with
mirrors. In the center was a large leather lounge chair. Hal was
sprawled out in it, pants off, with the biggest cock I'd ever seen at
full erection.
"See? This is what they did for you, they like you so much," said Hal.
"They put in this new chair, and I built you a nice altar," he said,
pointing to what indeed looked like a kneeling bench positioned in front
of the chair. "Now, get down there and let's see you worship."
"I'd love to!" I said. Knowing I'd be fired if I refused but rewarded if
I complied, I knelt and, for the first time in my life, took a cock in
my hand and brought it to my lips.
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