Dixieland Delight Chapter 2
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My name is Michael Jackson (no, not that Michael Jackson!) and I am an executive manager for a major corporation based in New York, but with offices in Chicago, St. Louis, and Seattle. My job in this corporation is to set up new offices and branches when we move into a new market.
And it was that aspect of my job that had brought me to Savannah, Georgia this trip. Our company wanted to plant roots in the South, and they picked me for the job of establishing the first foothold in The Peach State.
I had always had an interest in the Deep South–it's history, it's scenery, and most importantly, Southern women were just so fucking hot! So I was thrilled when they asked me to fly down and help the new office get up and running.
It was just after Christmas when I got the notification that they wanted to open a new branch in Savannah to start off the new year.
January in New York City averages around between 40F (4C) degrees for the high temp and 27F (-3C) degrees for the low. But this was a really cold year with temps below normal for a lot of the time. The day I flew out of JFK it was 34F (1C) degrees. So I was glad to head south like the geese and get into some warmer weather!
The company picked Jan 7th for me to head down there. It was the first full work week of the new year and all the holiday travelers should be back home by then so the rush would be over.
I decided to go down a day early–Sunday the 6th–so I would be in place and ready to start first thing that morning. Plus, I wanted to get settled and organized in my hotel room as well.
The 730 mile, two-and-a-half-hour flight was uneventful and before I knew it, the captain came over the plane's intercom advising us we would be landing shortly.
We landed and I got through the airport with minimal fuss. My bags even landed with me (something that didn't always happen when I traveled!) so after a twenty-minute cab ride, I arrived at my hotel.
The front counter had everything ready and less than ten minutes later, I was laying in a very comfortable queen-sized bed in a spacious and quite nice hotel suite. I had gotten a suite because I was going to be there for a bit and didn't want to be cramped in a small hotel room. Plus it was on the company's dime so why not enjoy myself!
The rest of that day consisted of getting settled into my room, getting cleaned up, and then going out to grab a bite to eat and look around what would be home for the next few weeks. I knew from experience that I would be here in Savannah for at least a month while we got this fledging office up and running.
Sometimes, like in the Seattle office, it took longer–I was there for almost two months because of complications in the setup and communications with the home office. Plus, as I said, I wanted to see the sights of Savanah.
I especially wanted to check out the old plantation mansions and the streets covered over with weeping willow trees. I had seen tons of pictures of the south and I wanted to see if it was still the same.
After a day of travel, a little sightseeing, and a wonderful night's sleep, Monday morning meant back to work again. The new office wasn't very far from the hotel, so I got there a little after 8:00 am. I wanted everyone to be in their place when I came in so I could see the operation I was going to organize.
Our company had bought out a smaller rival company and we were going to use their already established offices as our new southern office. Most everything we would need was already in place and also the old company had become familiar to the people of Savannah so the transition to our company would be easier.
I walked through the double glass doors of the office building and turned right to get to the elevators. The office was on the fourth floor, so during the ride up, I went over mentally what I was going to say to this new crew. The doors opened and I walked across the hallway to the front door of our new company office.
A quick scan of the front office didn't show anything unusual, however, the only thing within first sight was the receptionist desk, a large wall behind it with a huge clock and an opening at the end of the wall that obviously led to the "inner workings" of the place.
"Hello, can I help you sir?" the young receptionist said as I approached.
"Yes, my name is Michael Jackson. I'm from the New York office. Who is in charge here at the moment?"
"Oh yes, Mr. Jackson. We were expecting you. Right now Mr. Blake is in charge. If you will follow me I will take you to his office."
The receptionist stood up and I came around the counter to follow behind her. "What is your name miss?" I didn't see a ring on her finger so I just assumed she wasn't married.
"My name is Tina, sir. Tina Reynolds."
"Well, Tina it is nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too sir. Here we are, Mr. Blake's office."
She knocked softly on the door and I heard a man's muffled voice come from behind it. Tina opened the door and announced me, and then after giving me a smile, went back to her desk out front.
After a brief introduction and a handshake, I got right to the point. "Mr. Blake, my job here is to help in any way I can to get this office up to speed and running smoothly. I understand this office has been here a long time and the people you have here have been with your company for some time."
"That's right. And now that your company is taking us over people around here are nervous about their jobs. Savannah is a very nice place to live and no one wants to leave here." Mr. Blake said.
"Mr. Blake I understand completely. And trust me when I tell you I am not a company ax-man or anything–no one here is in any imminent danger of losing their jobs. I am only concerned with smoothing out the wrinkles and offering my assistance in improving the efficiency and expediting this birthing stage of the Savannah office."
"That's good to know Mr. Jackson. When the New York office said they were sending someone down to straighten things up here... well you can understand how nervous people got!
"The economy has hit Savannah pretty hard, and there isn't a lot of job opportunities here right now. Some of the people here were really afraid for their jobs."
"Well, unless you can show me differently, no one here is headed for the unemployment line yet. But maybe a company meeting might settle some nerves and make things a little less tense here. Is there a place around here where I can get everyone together in one place at the same time?"
"We have a pretty good-sized conference room at the end of the hallway. It's a shared conference room for the whole floor, but it's usually empty. It will be crowded, but I think we can fit everyone in it."
"Great, have everyone go there right after lunch so I can address everyone all at the same time and put their minds to rest. In the meantime, is there an office I can borrow?"
"Of course let me show you." He led me to another office that until now had not been used much. But it had a large desk, a couple of file cabinets, a bookshelf and a computer.
"Will this be sufficient for your needs Mr. Jackson?"
"This will do nicely, and please call me Micheal. I'm not your boss so we can be on a first-name basis."
"All right Michael, you can call me Tim then."
"That's a deal. Now, I will need a secretary or assistant... someone to help me find my way around all this."
"Of course, I will send in a few people and you can pick whom you like."
"That will be fine."
"I will start sending them right in. And I will let everyone know about the meeting after lunch."
"Thank you." And I took a seat behind my desk opening my laptop and began transferring the files I would need onto the main computer.
About twenty minutes into my work, I heard a soft knock on the door. I went to the door and standing in front of me was a young dark-haired girl, probably twenty years old.
"Mr. Jackson, Mr. Blake said you might be looking for a secretary to help you? I would like to be considered for the position. I can type and do all the regular office work. I have been working here for a couple of years now and I know the job."
"I see, well come on in and let's have a talk shall we?"
The girl, Amanda, followed me inside the office and took a seat in front of my desk. I proceeded to interview her to get inside her head a bit. After a few minutes, I knew that she wasn't the girl for me. Nothing wrong with her, it's just we didn't "click".
"I will consider your request and let you know. I have a couple of other girls to interview first and then I will decide."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you."
I went back to my work and a few minutes later, there was a second knock on the door, this time stronger and more confident.
I went to answer the door again. This time a more mature woman was standing there when the door opened.
"Hello, Mr. Jackson, my name is Annie Thibodeau. I am here to offer my services as your secretary and assistant. I am a born and bred Savannah sweetheart and I know just about everything about Savannah there is to know.
"As far as work goes, I have been a secretary for the better part of fifteen years including a four-year stint as a private secretary 'Girl Friday' for an executive which I am not at liberty to name.
"However, I was responsible for his daily scheduling, I traveled with him on business trips, and I was invaluable to him–his words, not mine."
I heard her sales pitch, given with the cutest Southern drawl, but in all honesty, I wasn't paying much attention to her words... I was staring dumbstruck at the vision of Southern charm standing in front of me!
Annie Thibodeau was a strikingly attractive woman around forty years old with platinum blonde hair that cascaded down her back and shoulders like a blonde waterfall to the middle of her back.
She had beautiful blue eyes and full lips that practically begged to be kissed. Annie had an amazing figure too... five-foot-four-inches tall (five-eight with the four-inch stiletto-heeled pumps she was wearing) and built like a brick shithouse!
But the most prominent and eye-catching of her features were her tits. They were enormous! Like two inflated airbags, they stuck out in front of her as if they were inviting you to come and play with them.
Annie wore a long-sleeved red stretch knit dress that day that hugged every delicious curve she had, showing me just what she was bringing to the game. The scooped neckline of the dress wasn't overly low, but it didn't have to be–her tits were showing plenty of cleavage just as it was, trapped under that restrictive dress. The hemline of the tight, clingy dress was high enough to be very interesting without being slutty.
"Won't you come in, Miss Thibodeau?" I stood to the side, holding the door and sweeping my arm towards my desk.
"Actually it is Ms. Thibodeau. You see I was married once, but my husband couldn't handle me."
"I see. All right Ms. Thibodeau. Now I just have a few standard questions I am asking all the applicants for the job and..."
"Just a moment Sir. Can I say something before you start asking me a bunch of questions?"
"Certainly. What is it?"
"Mr. Jackson, I know I am not exactly what you may have had in mind for a secretary. I am older than any of the other girls here and my... um... presence is a little intimidating to a lot of people.
"I am straightforward to a fault–I tell it like it is... sometimes a bit too much. But that is my nature. I don't beat around the bush and I say what I think. I am too old to dance around the subject or tell you what you want to hear. From me, you get the plain, unvarnished truth.
"I am damned good at what I do, Sir, and I know it. I was doing this line of work when most of these girls were still in elementary school and longer than anyone else here in the office. I know this job inside and out."
"So why do you want to work with me here in this office?"
"Because, Mr. Jackson, I don't fit in with the other secretaries anymore. I am too old for that bunch. They all sit around cackling about the latest hairstyles, who did what to whom in Hollywood, their boyfriends and how good they are in bed or how much of a jerk they were... all that crap doesn't interest me and I can't pretend it does.
"I just want one person who is an adult that I can relate to. Someone who I can talk to intelligently and on a grown-up level. About grown-up things. Seriously, it is getting hard to get the motivation to come to work anymore and I was hoping that if I got this position, you would be different."
"I see. Well, I have to be truthful with you as well. This job may require some after-hours work–I have a lot to do and I can see the possibility of some late nights. Would that be a problem for you?"
"Sir, if you hire me for this position, I will be at your beck and call anytime day or night. I get off work and go home to my empty house and curl up in front of the TV most nights. I don't have a significant other, I don't have a big circle of friends–hell, I don't even have a pet! So I am available anytime you need me... for any reason."
It was that pause–the one before "for any reason"–that would prove to be most valuable to me in the future!
"Well, Ms. Thibodeau, I don't think we need to pursue this matter any longer. I want you to go clean out your desk and move your things in here. You have the job."
"Really? Oh, thank you, Sir! I will do it right away! Oh, this is so wonderful!" Annie was nearly bubbling over with excitement!
Frankly, I was beginning to get a lot more excited about my stay here in Savannah myself!
"One more thing, I have asked Mr. Blake to gather everyone in the conference room to introduce myself and talk a little about what I will be doing while I'm here. I will announce your new assignment to everyone then. Would you please make sure that everyone is at the meeting–I have a lot to tell the people here, and I don't want to have to tell it over and over!"
"Yes, Sir. Everyone will be in attendance that is here today. We do have a couple of people on vacation, but I will take plenty of notes and I can tell them when they come back if you like."
"That will be fine. Thank you."
"May I be excused then to go gather my things?"
"Yes. I will have a desk brought in the office here for you to use."
"Oh, that would be nice! Thank you!" Annie rushed off to start clearing out her desk.
I left Annie to her moving while I went back to swapping computer files. I already had a good idea of what I was going to tell the people of the office so that wasn't a problem.
Soon it was lunchtime and all work stopped for a bit as everyone went to lunch. I chose to go to a little cafe not too far from the office that I had taken note of on my way to work.
Lunch was nice, I listened to a bit of the conversation as I ate–as I said I am a big fan of the South and part of that is the drawl!
After lunch, it was back to the office and to the big meeting. I stopped by my office to grab some notes I had written up for the meeting and then went to the conference room.
I entered the room and the rumblings and whispers ceased almost instantly. All eyes were on me and I could feel them burning holes in me as I walked up to the front of the room. I was used to this feeling–it is an occupational hazard when you do what I do for a living.
I understood their distrust and misgivings of this Yankee from New York. They were afraid for their jobs. I got it. But I wasn't there to hand out pink slips. I didn't want to fire anyone. I was only there for organization and to help them get going.
"Everyone is here Sir," Annie said with a big smile.
"Thank you, Annie." I turned to the crowd. "Hello everyone. For anyone who doesn't know me, my name is Michael Jackson. I have come down from the head office in New York City to check out your operation down here and see what I could do to help get it going better and more productively.
"Now let me start out today's meeting by assuring each and every one of you I am not here to cut anyone's job. I do not have a pile of pink slips and I am not a company ax-man. So you can all take a collective deep breath. You all still have your jobs–every single one of you."
That statement went over big with the crowd and I could feel the air in the room lighten up as the dread and fear left. After giving it a minute to sink in and for everyone's blood pressure to drop back to normal, I continued telling them what I WAS there for.
I went over point by point, telling them how they can improve or change their procedures. I looked over at Annie and she was writing furiously. I checked with her a couple of times during the meeting to see if I was talking too fast, but she assured me she was on top of things. It looked like I'd made the right decision in her.
I had come to the end of my presentation and I have to say, I got the feeling that I would get the cooperation of the entire company. They seemed excited with my ideas now that they saw I was on their side and not an "enemy of the state" so to speak. When I had finished what I needed to tell the group, I turned to Annie.
"Annie, would you join me?" She looked up from her writing and came over to my side.
"When I arrived, I told Mr. Blake that I would need a secretary to help me while I was here. I had a few of you come to me to inquire about the position, and I am proud to announce that Annie here is my choice for the job.
"I want to thank everyone for their cooperation on this project and for those who inquired to be my secretary as well. I know that you will give her all the help you can to make her job easier and more successful."
After the meeting, several people came up to Annie to congratulate her and everyone went back to their desks and offices chattering about the new changes and goals. After everyone had left the conference room, Annie and I returned to my office.
Once we were inside my office and the door was shut, I went to my desk and sat down. I thought Annie had gone to her desk as well, but I was wrong.
"Mr. Jackson, I just wanted to thank you again for this wonderful opportunity. I know it is a big responsibility and that you are depending on me to help you. I consider it a privilege and an honor to be your secretary, and I want you to know you can count on me to do anything I can to make your job easier."
Then she pulled her red plastic-rimmed glasses off and moved closer to me. She put one hand on the back of my chair and leaned over.
"And I mean anything, Sir... anything at all," she said in a low tone.
Her words dripped with sexual overtones and I could feel my cock stir to life as I watched those glossy red lips form the words any man would want to hear from her.
As she stood back up, she dragged her fingertips across my cheek and under my chin with a playful smile, then turned and sashayed away, her hips exaggerating their swish.
She stopped partway and turned her head back to see that I was watching her walk. She smiled again, then continued on to her desk, sitting down so seductively I dared not stand up for fear of showing her the effect she'd had on me!
The rest of that afternoon I tried to concentrate on my work, but several times I glanced over at Annie. She caught me a few times staring at her and she would smile or wink, letting me know that what I was thinking was fine with her! I started daydreaming imagining her back in my hotel room doing some late-night "work".
I wondered what she looked like under that red dress, what those tits would look like without the cloaking her dress provided. Their size could mean they sagged a lot, especially considering her age. Or they could still be firm and sit on her chest with little sag, just waiting for someone to take advantage of them.
Thinking about her tits, obviously, her best feature, got me thinking about the rest of this Southern charmer. I wondered what it would be like to get her in the sack, to see what "anything at all" actually entailed.
I started imagining us in bed in my hotel room, her red glossy lips around my cock, her big ass in the air just begging me to fuck her.
Get it together Michael! You are here to work! Stop thinking with your cock!
I tried again to focus on my job and somehow I was able to make a semi-productive afternoon of it. When 5:00 came around and it was quitting time, I was in a dilemma–part of me was glad the workday was over and I could go back to my hotel room and relax.
I was always glad to put the day's work behind me. I enjoyed my off time and Savannah was supposed to be a great town for nightlife.
But part of me also was sad to see the day end, knowing that I wouldn't have this vision of Southern charm and beauty to decorate the place until I came back to work tomorrow.
I was glad that I was going to be in Savannah for awhile–having Annie working in the office with me had already proved more pleasurable than I would have ever guessed!
I was comforted in knowing that tomorrow I would see her again so I left work and headed to my hotel room. I changed clothes and went to get a little dinner downstairs in the hotel restaurant.
Back in my hotel room, I was relaxing on the bed when a knock on the door made me get up from my comfortable position. I thought perhaps it was housekeeping here to clean or something. I was just about to tell them to skip my room when I opened the door.
"Annie! What? How did you find me?" I said, stunned that she would be standing in the hallway of my hotel room right at my door.
"Well, I AM your secretary! How would it look if I lost my boss on the first day!" Her smile was warm and I was really glad to see her again.
"Come on in. What are you doing here?"
"Michael–I can call you Michael can't I? I mean we aren't in the office now, and we will be working closely with each other."
"Yeah, I suppose so."
"Well Michael, I don't want you to think that I make a habit of going to men's hotel rooms, especially unannounced like this. But I saw the way you were looking at me and I saw the reaction those looks gave you. It was pretty hard to ignore actually.
"Now I told you going in that I was not your typical shy, demure Southern belle. I say what I mean and I go for what I want–prim and proper be damned! And to be perfectly blunt, YOU are what I want...
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