Employment Conditions II

Dorothy got a late call Tuesday afternoon from Tania to report to the president's office after work. She swore silently, why after work now? Wasn't it bad enough during working hours? Tania wore a mischievous smile as she led her into the president's inner office. She thought she knew the reason the sadistic woman was smiling. The whip was her way of venting her frustration with not being his favorite. A well-dressed woman in her forties sitting at the president's desk surprised her.

"Thank you Tania you may leave now."

"Yes Mrs. Tankerton," She curtsied smartly and closed the door behind her. Dorothy froze in her tracks; the wife had found out!
"You seems to be shocked that I'm aware of my husbands little hobby." She couldn't answer but just stood there with her mouth open. "Yes Dorothy I am the presidents wife, how are you?"

"I'm ... Well yes, Ma'am I didn't think ... " she was shocked realizing the presidents wife knew about her husbands infidelities.

"I supposed to the lower classes true love means marital faithfulness but you see in our circles such primitive notions are outmoded."

I was looking at your file which includes a picture of you husband. What does he think about not being able to have sex with you."

"Well Ma'am he's very angry, a man needs sex but there's nothing we can do until he gets a job and that's not likely for a long time to come. I'm just worried that he will be looking for sex out side the marriage."

"Oh I don't think you have anything to worry about in that department."

"Why? How would you know what my husband does?"

"Let's just say I have ways of investigating that sort of thing."

"You mean you spied on him?" She just smiled and got up, walked around the desk and leaned back against it.

"I want you to undress for me now. I want to see for myself what kind of body got my husbands attention!"

"But Ma'am I ... I" The woman pushed a button on the desk. Dorothy was well aware of that that meant and hurriedly began stripping.

"Yes, Mrs. Tankerton?"

"Cancel that Tania. Well now, that's better young lady. Actually I'm not into my husbands joy of flagellation but I realize that it does have its benefits." Dorothy drew a breath of relief, having sex with a woman was not natural to her but she was forced to do it with the other company girls so why not the presidents wife. The woman motioned for her to pose and turn.

"Yes I can see why you're one of my husbands favorites employees. A nice rather short Italian type body, small waist, nice sculptured hips and thighs and of course his favorite part of the female anatomy a perfect derriere. Good breast too, a bit small for your size but perky. How old are you again dear?"

"I'm twenty-one next month Ma'am."

"I have a penthouse apartment in town, here is the address." She handed her an engraved invitation. You are to report there with you husband at eight tomorrow evening for supper, is that clear? There will be no questions, if you don't show with your husband you're fired! Be there on time! You may get dressed now."

She pushed a button again. "Yes Mrs. Tankerton?"

"Have my chauffeur warm up the car, I'm leaving now."

"Yes Mrs. Tankerton Right away."

Dorothy finished dressing, a bit relieved but mystified about the invitation. They were not high society, how would they possibly fit in and what would they wear? She summed up the courage to ask. "Mrs. Tankerton, "I'm really sorry but ... but."

"Yes Dorothy," she stared at her icily. "I told you no questions but I'll allow you one!"

"The dress ... we don't have fancy things."

"Don't worry your little head about that. It will be informal, very informal. Believe me." She smiled almost deviously.

Dorothy curtsied deeply and hurried out.

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They gave their names to the uniformed doorman who nodded and pointed at the elevator, looking down his nose at their clothes. The operator was in the elevator, giving them the same military salute they got from the doorman. Dorothy handed him the invitation card Mrs. Tankerton had given her. Their names were inscribed on it with Mrs. Tankerton's signature.

"Yes ma'am Mrs. Tankerton is expecting you. You're right on time."

Don rapped on the door and a black woman around thirty, dressed in almost nothing, opened it. They both stood gaping at the almost naked woman, wearing only silk stocking, high heels and an apron barely covering her bush. Dorothy handed her the card.

"Oh yes step inside, Mrs. Tankerton is expecting you both." They walked in the door of the opulent apartment, totally disoriented by the scantily dressed woman, as she closed the door behind them. The Madam has ordered you to wear this before she will see you." She pointed at a leopard skin loincloth for Don and a pair of black silk stockings to be held up with two red garters and high heels for Dorothy, laid-out on two separate chairs. She stood back and waited for them to get undressed. Dorothy immediately began to undress while Don just stood and stared at the flimsy item.

"Get at it," Dorothy whispered. "At least you'll be covered."

"Are you crazy? I'm not making a fool of myself."

"Oh, it's OK for me to get caned and screwed at work to support us but you have your pride! Well we can walk out of her and I won't have a job! Can you get one?"

He bit his lip nearly to the bleeding point, looking at the maid's impassive face and slowly began to remove his coat. What the hell he thought. Maybe he would get to screw the old bitch or maybe that voluptuous maid.

The maid tied both garters in double bows to support the silk stockings on Dorothy's thighs. Don turned his back to them as he removed his boxers and attempted to tie the flimsy garment behind. Dorothy grasped the ends and completed the job for him.

"I'll let the Madam know you are ready. Now when you enter bow deeply," she looked at Don and then Dorothy. "I assume you have been trained to curtsy at the firm." Dorothy nodded as the maid presented her substantial naked rear, walking down a hallway. She returned after a few minutes. "You may enter now; the young lady first. They followed her down the hallway and entered a large living area with windows on three sides overlooking the city and two bridges over the river. There were several couches and comfortable chairs placed around the room. Mrs. Tankerton was sitting on a white couch dressed in a short pink very expensive looking housecoat holding a long cigarette holder while sipping on a drink in a long stemmed glass.

The maid led them to a spot in front of her with their backs to the center windows. She curtsied and waited until the couple showed their respect. "Your guests Madam for their dinner appointment."

"You may prepare dinner Casie," she curtsied deeply again and left the room. "Well now, so this is the spouse of my husband's favorite piece. You're quit a looker young man, matching of course your wife in that department. Before the market crashed in twenty-nine you were part owner of a restaurant acting as the maitre d' and bookkeeper. You like serving people Don?"

"That was my business madam." She sipped on her drink and took a drag on the cigarette.