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The Arrangement
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Part Two
As the door closed behind the older
woman, Victoria took a minute to look through
the pages of the large binder. She made no
attempt to offer Pam a seat and the Account
Manager decided simply taking one might be a
bad move.
Having her stand rather than sit, waiting
for Victoria to finish checking the report was a
physiological tactic Pam finally decided. A little
something to keep her off balance. She dimly
remembered something like that from one of her
college classes, one of the few she actually had to
pay attention to as it had a female professor.
Pamela wished she remembered more about it but
as it was she barely got a passing grade in the
course. Whatever it was, she finally decided, it
was working.
With a deep sign of astonishment, Victoria
closed the files and turned her full attention back
to Pamela. If she looked close enough, she might
have been able to pick out the small beads of
perspiration forming on the many exposed parts of
the younger woman’s body.
"When Paul Ryan promoted you out of the
bullpen," Victoria started in a cold professional
tone, referring to the cubicle space in the outer
offices. "No one in upper management had any
real illusions about why he had done it. We were
well aware of the problems he was having in his
personal life and willing to allow him a certain
latitude as it were in his dealings with you. Triple
D policy has always been to give their employees,
regardless of their position, pretty much a free
reign as long as their relationships weren't
detrimental to the good of the company and of
course consensual. From what we were able to
observe, and I have to say it wasn’t that hard to
do so in your case, your relationship with Ryan
was actually to the advantage to the company, at
least initially. Ryan was happy again and even
better at his job we'd have to admit. It was also
quite obvious that your participation was not only
consensual, but highly enthusiastic."
Pamela couldn't argue with anything
Victoria had said so far. All of it was true.
"It did however raise some concern when
you were suddenly promoted to be an Account
Manager," Victoria continued. "It was felt that
you lacked the experience for such a position.
Still we wanted to give Ryan's judgment the
benefit of the doubt. However, just to be on the
safe side, they assigned an observer to keep an eye
on you."
"Observer read spy." Pamela thought.
"Which brings us to the Robinson
account," said Victoria as she pulled a sheet of
paper from the folder and read from it. "Our
original proposal was for Robinson Dynamics to
buy 15 Stonewell K-7 modules from Triple D for
fifteen thousand each. As an added incentive, we
were going to include six months free maintenance
on the modules. The motivation being that they
would later buy another 15 in six months, this
time without the free maintenance. Was this the
understanding you had when you were given the
account?"
"Yes," Pamela said defensively. "And in
the end I convinced the head of their aerospace
division to buy 30 modules in one purchase
instead, guaranteeing that we made the sale."
What Pam didn't add to her response was
the fact that she had closed the deal at three
in the morning in the bed of Robinson's
representative. They had a business dinner in
which he spent half the dinner looking down her
dress.
"God that man was boring," Pamela
remembered. "And I thought Paul was a lousy
lover. It was all I could do to stay awake while he
was screwing me."
"And at the same time extending the free
service to twelve months. Victoria stated.
"I did the math,” Pamela Jean interrupted.
“And the profit we made on the sale of the 30
modules, even with the service contracts, was still
inside the profit guidelines."
Actually, she hadn't done the math. She
tried but quickly realized it was over her head.
Paul had been away in Chicago that week on an
actual business trip, so she couldn't run to him for
help. Instead she reverted to a practice that had
worked so well for her in high school and college.
There was this summer intern working in
the department that everyone was praising as a
whiz kid. Pamela struck up a conversation with
the awkward teen and asked him to lunch, sort of
a welcome to the firm sort of thing. Lunch had
ended with a blowjob for dessert. After that, the
young man was more than willing to help and do
the math for her. It was a pity he had to go back
to school a few weeks later, she had lamented.
He'd been the most fun she'd had in months.
"Well when you did the math, maybe you
should've done the research too. At least have
read the engineering specs that were in the files
you were given.” Victoria said in a hard tone.
“If you had, you'd have known that less than 10%
of the K-7's require any maintenance at all in the
first six months, but close to 80% need it in the
second six. Additionally, if they are run beyond
the recommended six-month user life, they then
need to be totally rebuilt. A rebuild that you now
gave away for free."
She paused to give Pamela time to really
understand what she had said.
"So now," Victoria concluded. "Instead
of buying any new K-7's, Robinson Dynamics gets
30 rebuilt modules free of charge. So instead of a
guaranteed profit, we actually suffer a loss on
this deal."
"Oh shit." Pamela said under her breath.
"Oh shit indeed." Victoria said, having
heard Pamela.
Another long awkward pause filled the
room, until after a long hard shallow, Pamela
said.
"I guess this is the point where Dawson,
Davis and Douglas and I part company as well."
"That would seem to be the easiest
solution," Victoria said as she got out of her chair
and began to walk around her desk. "But I'm not
sure yet if it's a solution that I want to take."
"I don't understand." a confused Pamela
said.
"Well I think a great deal of the blame here
has to lie with Paul Ryan," Victoria explained.
"That he put his girlfriend on his personal staff,
well that sort of thing has been going on for
longer than you could ever imagine. That he then
went further and promoted her to a position of
responsibility to which she was in no way qualified
for, well that was extremely poor judgment."
Pamela almost wanted to laugh when
Victoria referred to her as Paul's girlfriend. She
was hardly that, she was just a girl he liked to
fuck. If was funny how quickly her opinion of
Paul was changing now that their relationship was
definitely over.
"So the question remains," Victoria was
going on. "What do we do with you? It's obvious
that you can't continue as an Account Manager."
The younger woman had to agree with
that, however reluctantly.
"When I came in early this morning, I had
considered the idea of sending you back to the
bullpen."
That suggestion was definitely not to
Pamela's liking. She couldn't deal with those
women again, especially after lording it over them
for all these months. Aside from that, there was a
big issue of salary to consider. Pam had come to
like the lifestyle her job as a Secretarial Assistant
and then as an Account Manager had provided her
with. Back when she was just another girl
in the bullpen, the best she could do was share an
apartment with two other girls. Now, her credit
card bill alone took up a quarter of her salary.
"But when I approached Mary Cox about
the possibility, she was incredible hostile to the
idea," said Victoria. "She even went so far as to
suggest that you weren't even qualified to be
behind the counter at Burger Barn, much less any
position here at Triple D."
"Mary and I have a few issues." Pam said.
"No doubt," Victoria mused as she leaned
against the front edge of her desk. "Still the
question remains. What will I do with you? Do
you have any suggestions?"
Pamela started to open her mouth to say
something, then stopped. There wasn't a single
thing she really felt she was qualified to do that
didn't involve her being either on her knees or
her back.
"I don't supposed there's an opening for
corporate whore." she said half-heartedly.
“No, I don’t think so,” Victoria said as
she couldn’t help but smile. “At least not in this
politically correct age.”
The older woman let Pamela think about
the question a little longer, just to see if she came
up with any more serious suggestions. Three long
minutes later, none had been forthcoming.
“Can we talk frankly, Pamela, I can call
you Pamela can’t I?” Victoria asked.
“Of course.” Pamela Jean quickly
responded to both questions.
“Good,” Victoria smiled. “Well since we
are talking frankly, tell me, were you happy being
Paul Ryan’s slut? I’m not being judgmental in
calling you that, but that is how most people in
this office saw you.”
It was funny but in all the months she had
Paul had been doing it, she never really asked
herself that question. She had just taken it for
granted that was the way for her to get ahead.
Just as it had been a way for her to get through
school.
“I guess in some ways I was, and some
ways not so much,” she finally responded. “I
mean he sex wasn’t always that great, but
sometimes it was exciting trying new things or
letting him be in control.”
“Trying new things and letting him be in
control,” Victoria repeated as if she wanted to
make sure she had heard Pamela correctly.
“Excellent.”
The statement confused Pamela but before
she could seek clarification, Victoria had already
gone on.
“You know, I really don’t hold it against
you for using your sexual assets to try and get a
leg up, so to speak.” she said. “That has been
going on since the day Eve offered Adam the
apple. What I am disappointed with is that you
didn’t make the most of any advantage you might
have gained. Instead of learning the skills that
might actually have eventually qualified you for
that Account Manager’s position, you settled for
shiny baubles like some primitive tribeswoman.”
Pamela had never really thought about it
like that. Victoria was right, she had wasted her
opportunities. Why hadn’t she seen that before?
“Because I’m an idiot.” Pamela silently
concluded.
“You know,” Victoria said as she changed
the subject. At least Pam thought she was
changing the subject. “Since I’m now going to be
running two departments, I’m entitled to a second
Secretarial Assistant.”
That statement immediately caught
Pamela’ attention.
“You’d want me to be your assistant?”
she asked incredibly.
“Perhaps ...” Victoria replied.
“But we’ve already established that I’m
not good at much of anything business related.”
Pamela said realistically.
“Perhaps you just need a second chance to
make the most of your opportunities.” answered
Victoria, a strange look in her eyes.
“I’m afraid I don’t understand.” Pamela
said.
“It’s said, people should do what they do
best.” Victoria said. “And then take it from
there.”
“But all I’ve ever been good at was ...”
Pamela Jean started to say, then thought she
realized where this conversation was going.
“What I joked about before, you want me to be
some kind of corporate whore? Someone to sleep
with clients and such?”
“Would you do something like that?”
Victoria asked out of curiosity.
“I ... I’m not sure.” she replied.
“It was just a question,” Victoria said.
“Since you brought it up. Corporate whore isn’t
what I was suggesting.
“Then what?”
“If you could start all over with Paul, what
would you do differently?” Victoria asked as she
stepped closer to Pamela.
“I guess what you said. Make sure that
this time I would get something more out of the
relationship. Something more important than just
a few trinkets.”
“Very good,” the brunette smiled as she
stopped just in front of the blond. “You’ve just
shown that you can learn when you have the
chance. Sometimes all a girl needs its a little
guidance. Maybe a firm hand once in a while.”
“Tell me, Pamela ...” Victoria asked as
she reached up and stoked the younger woman’s
cheek. “Have you ever had another woman as a
lover?”
Pamela took her time in answering. In
college and a few times after, the opportunity to
be with a woman had presented itself but she had
never really been curious enough to try it. Several
times during her affair with Paul, if that was what
you could call it, the older man had suggested that
they try a three way with another girl.
Of course he wanted Pam to come up
with the other girl as well, someone as young and
endowed as she was. Everytime he brought it up
again, she always put him off saying that she
couldn’t find a girl she felt comfortable enough
with to try. The last time Paul had asked, he said
that he would pay for a professional escort if she
couldn’t convince a friend. She had told him she
would have to think about that.
“No, I haven’t.” she finally replied.
“Have you ever wanted to?” Victoria
asked as she brought her hand down and placed
her fingers on the exposed top of Pamela Jean’s
breasts.
The sudden flesh to flesh contact made the
younger woman gasp.
“Before you answer,” Victoria said. “Let
me say a few things first. As I’m quite sure that
you’ve already guessed, I’m a lesbian. Now that’s
not exactly a secret to most of the management
team here at Triple D. While I don’t have a sign
on my desk that says lesbian, I don’t make any
effort to hide it either. It’s just who I am. When
you get to my level, a firm is much more
interested in what you deliver on a business level
than who shares the other side of your bed.”
Actually, until two minutes ago, Pamela
hadn’t figured out that Victoria was gay. She
always thought that she was a bitch, but never a
dyke.
“I’m also sure you’ve figured out that I
find you very desirable,” she went on. “I confess
that I’ve always had a weakness for beautiful
young women. Especially if they have, what shall
I call it, a bit of the slut in them.”
Pamela had to admit to herself, that
certainly described her. She was also very aware
that Victoria's hand had again moved lower and
her fingers were now pressed against Pamela’s
nipple. A nipple, Pam was surprised to discover,
that had grown hard at her touch.
“I want to be quite clear at what I’m
proposing here. What I’m talking about is an
arrangement. One similar to that you had with
Paul Ryan, but one that I can promise would be
much more beneficial to you. You will give me
what I need, and I will see to it that you get what
you so desperately need. You will also work, and
I promise you my dear, you will work hard. This
is not going to be a free ride. You will learn the
skills you need to succeed. And along the way,
you might discover other things about yourself as
well. Things you might never have considered
before.”
(missing parts may be found at)
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