The Elevator (AU,CC,MATURE) COMPLETE - 8/27/11

[ken_r]

Title: The Elevator




WARNING, WARNING There may be content that offends some readers. If so, please give me the respect to go somewhere else to read and let me post for those who do like what i write. kr

Author: ken_r AKA Kenneth Renouard
Genera: Au with out aliens
Couples: M/L M/T K/T M/M
Rating: Mature for sexual subject matter

Disclaimer: The characters are owned by those who own the Roswell TV series and the Roswell books. I have tried to make the characters play within what is expected of them. They are not mine. The story is a bit sexist, but to make female executives and male secretaries would have brought three more romantic combinations to the story and I didn’t want to handle that many. The tale, after all, is only about two couples and how they handle jobs and relationships.

Summary: I have a list of fic stories I want to write. I have done ghost stories, horror stories and three westerns, among several others. Some special stories I have wanted to try have been, “surrogate love,” where for various reasons the characters pretend to be in love and finally, convince themselves that they really are in love. “Pen pals” where the couples fall in love through letters to each other and finally “elevator love.” This story wasn’t quite what I intended, but all the activities take place around two elevators and the various floors the elevators take the characters some place. There is something magical about a box, which you enter and minutes later you exit in an entirely different world. The elevator is about the only means of transportation that does not give you a sense of transition. You enter at one place and exit at another.

The story attempts to show the growth of a man who rises from the general work pool to an executive position. It tries to show characters who strive to uphold their position in a mega corporation as well as struggle with their problems at home. It is also a study of two couples involved in separate romances, who must work very closely together in a sexually charged office environment.

Even though, Liz may see Ms. Harding as her rival, don’t be too sure. Things are not always as they seem to be.

Please note Max’s fantasies. The camel wool suit is his symbol for success, as is his office on the non-existent thirteenth floor. At first, Max has no concept of what an executive does. He only sees a sexual fantasy of their relationships with their secretaries. It is important to keep track of the difference between the characters of the story and the characters of Max’s fantasy. There is a moral difference, which is very important to the story.

Later, this is mirrored in the actions of a young secretary that is hired. As the story progresses, we see that in reality, many of the executives hardly rise above Max’s fantasy. The only real people seen in Max’s fantasy are Teresa Harding and Janice. Max is never sure how he ever met them. His fantasy with Ms. Harding does color his fantasies for a time. The hero part is the real Max who actually is a very hard worker and is very fair to those who work around him.

My corporation and the actions of the executives is a parody of reality. If corporations really acted this way, they would all go bankrupted. Wait a minute, many corporations are going bankrupt. Could it be that they are not paying attention to business? From what I have seen in the administration of a large public school system and what I read about relationships in major corporations, I might not be too far wrong.

No matter what they do or whom they screw, I dedicate this story to “administrative assistants.” They are often the ones who make things happen. They are, many times, the ones who shoulder the blame as their bosses move on.


The Elevator

It was a box. The dimensions were all different. Not quite square and not quite a cube. The box was magical. It took Max to his prison in the morning and in the afternoon, it released him back to his humble reality. Neither worlds were particularly the way Max had intended them to be when leaving college.

As Max approached the door to the magic box, there were two buttons, one going up and the other going down, giving him a choice. Max could imagine that one button, which he would with unswerving inevitability, push, that would raise the box and all inside closer to heaven. The other button, that Max never tried, led the box down, closer to hell. Max never did learn about the bowels of this building, which made everything else, all the way up, possible.

Max hadn’t decided about hell, but the heaven that the box traveled to was not, for Max, a promised land. Max left the marble lobby of the building and came out in the sterile, brightly lit, gray world of desks, cubicles and an ocean of heads, all bobbing up and down, as they went about their tasks. The box always let Max off at this fifth floor. Here with uncountable other souls, he would sit at his desk and perform as instructed like a seal in a circus.

Max, in his middle thirties, had been doing this since he graduated from college. His slightly curly dark hair and his light brown eyes would have made him handsome in other settings. On the fifth floor, he just melded in with the many other young men and women who slaved for the corporation.

Some men carefully dressed in Polo shirts and slacks denoting that they were the technicians and engineers who actually built things. They were the men and some women, dressed much the same, whose hands had burns from soldering irons and cuts from saws. They were doers. They had no interest in the administrative floors above. Give them a slide rule or now a computer and they would build bridges, buildings or futures. They were the men and women who liked to see things take shape from human hands. They were probably a different species from those who were striving to fly to greater heights. You would never catch one of them in a suit. They were impatient to take their dreams all the way to the fourteenth floor, if that was possible, skipping all that administration of the floors In between. If they arrived at this mystical realm, their arms would be filled with blueprints and models. They had no concept of financing, permits or the politics, which allowed them to ply their dreams.

You had the few men and women who sometimes dressed in suits, all be it of cheaper synthetic material, who intended to advance their lives to a higher plane. The men were busily concerned with perfecting their jobs and the women were settings their sights on proven risers. They seldom had eyes for each other. They timed wearing their suits, rushing them out of the dry cleaners to be worn again, when they hoped to be seen by their betters, from up above.

Casting your eyes across the sea of workers, several gray haired ones were seen who now realized that this was the end of their travels. They were men who were coming to grips with the fact that they lacked the imagination to capture the attention of those above them and woman who realized that they no longer had the ability to attach their careers to any young rising star. They were the workers who let their appearances go, no longer trying to impress those who would no longer see them.

On the occasions when Max had been obliged to travel higher, he found that each floor was seen as more homogenous, more conforming, than the one below. Not only in the décor, but the people who worked there. On the sixth floor, there were off-white plastered walls and tile floors. Here everyone wore a suit or at least a sports jacket and tie. Max had a suit. It was polyester not wool. He still held dreams that someday he would look out at the city from a place in the sky.

God forbid that any would show up on the seventh floor in a sports jacket and slacks. On the seventh floor, the suits were all light grey. The desks were no longer steel and plastic, they were made of some kind of wood, probably oriental imports. The chairs had softer upholstery and there were more of them. You never had to stand when on the seventh floor. The few times Max had been called to that floor, he had seen a desk with a receptionist and a hallway of doors. Being called without preparation, Max had appeared with his slacks and polo shirt, clearly identifying him as a citizen of the floors below. He had felt like an alien. The receptionist, with her almost plastic smile, had directed Max to room 704. There, he met another secretary with the same plastic smile, the same oriental imported wooden desk and so many chairs. Max wondered if they ever had that many guests to need all of them. The secretary asked him pleasantly to wait until who ever he was to see was free. No matter that they had made the appointment, Max always had to wait. He did note that they passed him from secretary to secretary, always keeping their eyes on him. You didn’t want aliens from the lower floors running around where they were not natural.

Many times, Max would have no idea of why he had been called to these interviews. Sometimes, they asked him questions, which he dutifully answered and they, without any explanation, would dismiss Max to return to his workstation. No matter, waiting in that room was almost always the same. Max was always struck noticing the women on the higher floors. There were many women working at the lower levels also, but they almost seemed dowdy by comparison. Maybe, the women on the higher levels weren’t more beautiful, but they dressed nicer and took better care of themselves. They also better displayed themselves to all who ventured to these levels. Max thought, let’s face it, these women made more money and had the time and, probably the incentive, to dress and present themselves better. They, also, seemed dedicated to the “tease.” They had the safety of taunting Max, knowing he would never be able to touch them.

This time, Max had been summoned to the twelfth floor. Max had never been that high before. Max had been given warning so he did dress up in his polyester suit for this occasion. He had been called to see Mr. Johnson. That Max was giving up his time from his other duties to make this interview did not register on anyone that Max met that day. They all felt that Max should be pleased that, for a time, he had been allowed to be in the presence of those higher up.

When he had been called to the twelfth floor. The lights in the box only indicated one more floor, which Max knew was where a god had to live. That day as Max traveled, upward, he saw the lights showing the different floors. The top was marked fourteenth, leaving Max to wonder what happened to that mysterious floor number thirteen. That day, Max was not destined to see a god. He was summoned to an office, past the blonde receptionist with the low cut dress to another office, bigger than those on lower floors where he was forced to wait even longer than before. Max did notice that there were not as many chairs in the waiting room as in the previous floors that Max had been invited to before. Max guessed that there were not as many guest at this level as, say on the seventh floor.

After acknowledging Max and announcing his presence to that mysterious box on her desk, she went about her business. Everywhere he went there seemed to be a box which directed his life. Waiting, Max was left with ample time to study this lady. In fact, she was about all there was to study in that office. Max had no interest in Women’s Day or GQ, the two magazines lying on the table beside the chairs in the waiting room. Her short skirt was mostly hidden under her desk, except for the times she scooted her wheeled office chair across the room to retrieve something from the printer, resting against the opposite wall. At those times, she showed a magnificent amount of thigh and as she stretched her legs to move the wheeled office chair across the floor, her white panties made brief appearances between her legs, under the short skirt. Max had no doubt in his mind that she was very aware what she was doing to him. He was from below. She was just showing him something that he could not obtain.

She stood, adjusted her skirt, wiggling her hips seductively. Then, she walked over to the file cabinet, her back to Max, her legs straight, she bent to open the bottom drawer. Her short skirt rose where he could see the top band of her hose. Max shook his head, but the show was far from over. She reached for something on the far edge of her desk, she stood and leaning over the desk, she picked up the wanted object. Max could only wonder how those breasts could be contained within the confines of her clothes.

From time to time, she gave Max an inviting smile. That was a smile, which, Max was sure that was meant only for the gods who lived on this floor or higher up. She was merely entertaining him at their pleasure. When Max was shown into the inner office, he carefully carried his briefcase in front so as not to embarrass himself for his wayward thoughts.

Max was greeted by a man who also glanced at his watch, at the same time he shook hands with Max. It was as if he had to strain his schedule to make time to talk to Max. Max couldn’t understand; the man had called Max. If he didn’t have time to talk to Max, he could have left him alone. On sitting down, Max tried to smooth his polyester suit the best as he could. The man, who was talking to him, wore an impeccable suit of soft wool, probably camel. Max was handed a file. “Max,” he called him Max, stressing the void between them, “this is a simple project. I am sure that it, in no way, will it interfere with your present schedule.” As if he cared about Max’s schedule. “But, it must be completed by the end of the week,” the man smiled

On the way out, the secretary/receptionist did not raise her eyes from her typing. Max, on leaving, was no longer food for her invitations of voyeurism, as he had been on arrival. Max had been dismissed to return to the place where he belonged.

The box returned Max to his home on the fifth floor. When he sat at his desk, he saw himself surrounded by so many men and women at other stations. They were all working without speaking a word to each other. No one asked what it was like to be so close to a god. Max looked at the stack of files still waiting for his attention. He could swear that the stack had grown while he was out.

He opened the file he had been handed and studied it. It was a very complex project, nothing particularly hard, just time consuming. With all the other things on his desk, to be finished within the week, it was going to need several late nighters at the office, along with taking several files home to work on.

Max placed the new project along with several of the other files in his briefcase. He would start tonight. There were several others in the box as Max prepared to descend to the ground floor. They all moved over to the side and seemed to go out of focus as the secretary from the twelfth floor came into Max’s view.

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She wasn’t looking at Max, even though the other passengers had moved over to the far side of the elevator. She was stretching her breasts even more trying to escape the confines of her clothes. She raised her skirt and pulled at her panties or garter belt. She did not seem to be able to keep still. Oblivious of everyone, including Max, she finally slid the zipper down and stepped out of her dress. She had ignored Max as any person of importance when she was teasing him in her office. Now, Max feasted on the sight of her brief panties, barely covering her pubic hair. She stretched her arms pulling her breasts in place within the shapely bra. Max could feel a tightness in his pants, which again, he covered with his briefcase. Max was struck by her trim figure. Her white skin showing a tan line that Max was sure had been an erotic sight when she was getting that tan. Although, she paid no attention to Max or any other traveler in the box, for that matter, Max could easily believe that her antics were only for his benefit. In his fantasy, she showed him all.

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The box shuddered. They were all at the ground floor and Max was jostled by the crowd as they all left the conveyance. The girl from floor twelve, immaculate in her perfectly fitted dress, was now in the arms of a suit. Max did not know who he was, but his suit was of soft wool, probably camel. These damned fantasies, were going to get Max in serious trouble, sometime.

Max made one stop on his way home. His bus pass allowed him to make as many stops as he needed. It was very handy for a man who couldn’t yet afford his own car. Max couldn’t help it; he thought, “Did the girl from Floor twelve go home in a “Beemer, a Mercedes or a Jaguar?” Or, did she go somewhere else at the pleasure of a suit? All Max knew was that she didn’t go home on the bus, as he did.

Max’s one stop was at a deli, where he bought a small tray of roast beef, the two vegetables that he had promised his sister he would always buy for his health and a Danish, which he would put in the frig until breakfast tomorrow.

Again, Max faced a box, which was no more friendly than the other one. This time, he had eight floors to go to his stop. In this box, Max had
challenged hell itself, by going down one floor to use the laundry. There were lights and buttons to tell of the 20 stops it could make. Except for those weekly trips to the laundry, Max had never been at any other floor than the one where he lived. The box, this time, was empty and when Max got off on the eighth floor the hallway was empty, also. Max had now left the world where secretaries danced for his pleasure showing forbidden views of their bodies. There would be no more women who would strip in crowded elevators, just for Max, even though it was only in his mind. Max’s reality was a two room apartment, a stack of files and a slightly warmed over supper that had little taste.

By the time Max had eaten his dinner, worked on the files and briefly gone over his mail, it was time for bed. He was asleep the second his head touched his pillow.

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Max stood at his desk. He had worked hard to get to the mysterious thirteenth floor that did not appear on the elevator control. His secretary was busy just outside his office typing his final take on the project he had offered to the top. The man on the next floor was already favorable to the changes Max had suggested. Max had a golf date with the boss and men from corporate. They would meet on Saturday morning. The boss had slapped Max on his shoulder and promised that his work would not be forgotten. Max straightened his camel hair jacket and reached over to his intercom, “Janice, send in that new girl. I want to test her dictation. Don’t forget to schedule a couple hours for us to go over our project. The boss, up above, liked it. We just need to look at it again to make sure there are no mistakes,” Max released the switch. Janice was his right hand girl. Max was careful, who he hired. He only hired the best and that was Janice. Max could always trust in her judgment. If she failed him, he would fire her.

Max stood looking out at the women working in the typing pool through the one-way glass, which surrounded his office. All the employees knew of the one-way glass. They knew that the boss’s eye was always upon them. Max smiled as he allowed his glance to wander across the sea of busy women, typing dutifully. Max was always looking for a pretty face to advance. Better to choose one from his own flock, than to allow a stranger, to be dredged from the floors below. That they were all competent in their task was a given. The corporation would not tolerate any who weren’t. When the new girl entered, Max took her hand and smiled. Janice discretely left to continue her duties.

Max was still holding her right hand, her steno pad and her pencil were clutched in her other hand. Max led her to a chair beside his desk and sitting her down ‘facing him,’ he began to question her about herself. The new girl pulled at her short skirt and slowly crossed her legs, giving Max a study of her thighs. “My name is Teresa, I go by Tess. I am just out of secretary school. I type at one hundred words per minute and I take dictation at nearly 200 words per minute. At the moment, I am single and I, eventually, intend to work on the fourteenth floor,” Max dutifully listened as she explained. Max had no idea if her typing speed or dictation was good or not. He saw that her white thighs were showing clearly under the short skirt. If she moved, Max was sure that he would see even higher. That was enough for his judgment.

Max nodded, she was ambitious, that was sure. Tess indicated the windows. “Is it true that no one can see into your office?” she asked.

“Yes, my workers know I can see them, but they do not have to have the rabbit feeling, of seeing me at the window like a hawk,” Max explained.

Tess stood up. She had noted where Max was looking. “Then, let me show you what else I can do.” With that she removed her panties. “We don’t have time to completely undress. That will come later,” she stated. With that, she led Max over to a couch he had on one side of the office and carefully, undid his pants. Tess neatly folded them, they were soft wool, most certainly camel. She placed them on a chair. She pulled down his boxers and placing her knees on either side of Max, as she hiked up her skirt, again showing those soft thighs that Max admired, she quickly inserted him into herself.

They finally broke for lunch. Tess cleaned herself and Max with “Handy Wipes” that were conveniently located on a small table near the couch. When Tess returned to the typing pool, she was immaculate and Max was dressed, studying the many projects on his desk.

That Tess girl would probably work out well. Max was already figuring how he would incorporate her into his private office. This morning had been a quickie, but Janice would be in this afternoon. Janice was his right hand girl. Max knew that he was nothing without, Janice. They would have at least two hours to discuss projects and other issues. They would even have time to take off their clothes.

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The alarm rang. A confused Max crawled out of his bed. Max sat there for several minutes as his libido and his imagination, returned to normal. At the time, Max had no idea of who Teresa or Janice could be. He was sure that he had never met them.

[ken_r]

PLEASE READ THE WARNING AT THE FRONT OF THE STORY

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Author's note: at one time I considered calling the story, "The education of Max," or something like that. Valentinebaby, I hope you can stick around to see how Max grows up. there is just so much magic about the elevator. It can take you to the top floor and give you a promotion or cause you to be fired. It can bring you love or it can bring you fear. That is why I named it The Elevator

My father told of working on an assembly line where he took parts and punched holes in them. He slept through almost his whole shift, it was only when he ran out of parts that the foreman noticed and turned his machine off. Boring jobs and boring lives beset many of us. Fantasies many times take us through the bad times. You will see with Max how dangerous it is.


Chapter 2

Showered, dressed, coffeed, nibbling at the Danish from last night and Max was ready to wait at the bus stop.

The elevator box was relatively empty this morning. Without a crowd, the box was sterile. It needed people to feed Max his fantasies. This morning, it just opened on Max’s real world, shuddered on its travels and reopened on the prison Max would be tied to for some time. Max was early because he knew this would be a late nighter. Max needed access to the mainframe computer to get the data he needed to start the project.

In his short trip to the fifth floor, that is, without the excitement of fantasies, Max studied the box. There was a plaque on the side of the box. It read “Otis Elevators.” Elisha Graves Otis did not invent the elevator. He invented the Elevator brake. Elevators had been around for a long time. They essentially were just a rope secured to a box, which could be raised and lowered by a mechanism. This was simple enough, except that the rope could break even if it was made out of steel or the mechanism could fail. No one wanted to explore the urban myths of jumping at the last second when the elevator landed in the basement to brake their fall. Otis came out with a separate elevator brake. If the elevator went wild the brake would stop the descent. Now, elevators traveled to the bottom of the Carlsbad Caverns and to the top of the Eiffel Tower and ever higher. It wasn’t going up, it was assurance that coming down you would do it slowly. Max read that plaque every time he entered an elevator. Somehow, the plaque gave him feelings of comfort and safety.

Except for the meditation of going to the fifth floor and sometime later going back down to the staff lunch room for coffee, coffee in the fifth floor lounge would not be ready for an hour or more, nothing happened to Max that morning. When he heard the tinkle of laughter and saw the many men and women arriving, Max had been hard at work for some time. The office quickly filled and the men and women got down to work. No one had said, “Good morning,” or anything else to Max.

Max was lucky today. There were no summonses to approach heaven today. It wasn’t that Max was not religious, but the gods above had given him so much to do this week, that he needed for them not to bother him for a while.

Max worked steadily. He needed to get his old files off his desk so he could concentrate on the project from above. Were not all his projects from above, Max could ask? Yes they were, but this one had been handed to Max personally. Failure on this project could not be shared with anyone else. Three o’clock came and the executives left. Four o’clock came and the secretaries left. Half past four and the final receptionists, posted their messages and closed down. By five o’clock most of the work force except for maintenance and cleaning, were out of the building. The building would remain open, even though there was no one officially working to serve any of the public, until seven o’clock. If Max wanted any supper, he had to have it delivered before then. When cleaning arrived, Max politely stood as they busied themselves, for brief minutes, about his desk. After seven, the maintenance and janitorial crews would be out and security would lock the doors, letting no one in and only letting, the few who had to work late, out, if you called them first.

Max had a fresh pot of coffee in the fifth floor lounge. He had received delivery of his “Rubin” sandwich and now, Max was busy downloading information for the boss’s project. Security had made a note that he was working late and they had left him a card, as usual, with the number to call when he was ready to leave.

The project wasn’t that hard. It was tedious. Max had to down load all the figures, check the calculations. Then, he had to double check all the references. Max was sure that the reason the project had been pushed down was that no one higher up wanted to bother with all these details. It was weeks later, when Max realized that this project had a lot to do with his future.

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It was late, well past seven o’clock, so Max had to use his “special key,” given to executives only from the thirteenth floor. No one else would have been allowed in the building this late. He was carrying two bags of dinners that he had picked up from that French restaurant down the street. He had nodded to the security when they checked to see who was using a key to enter this late and now, Max was in the elevator rising to the thirteenth floor.

Both Janice and Tess were waiting for him in his office. Janitorial had come by earlier and cleaned up. Security knew that he was on the thirteenth floor and wouldn’t bother him. They knew better than to snoop at whatever would be happening on an executive floor, after hours. The three of them had supper and then as one, Tess and Janice stood and removed their dresses.

Max, sitting in his chair, smiled at the two women. They were as different as they could be. Janice, his mainstay, was dark and mysteriously seductive, while Tess was fair, her blonde hair flowing about her head. She moved her body with a fresh innocence which Max was sure that was carefully practiced. Max did not know who broke her in, but no woman advanced this high in the corporation without using what God had given her. They approached him and taking him by each hand, the women led him to the couch. Before seating him on the couch, Janice bent down, thrusting her delectable bottom high in the air as she opened the couch into a bed. Then, the two women lay Max on the couch, which was now a bed. They began to open Max up, like a packaged breakfast. They didn’t remove his clothes, rather they just took off his shoes and opened his shirt and unzipped his pants. Max lay there with his clothes still on, but his parts all exposed. With one woman at his head and the other at his crotch, they began to do things to him. Max felt the arousal, but he wasn’t sure what they were doing. Max was sure that he had never had the like done to him before. If Max was the boss and he had such a willing secretarial pool, he was sure that he must have experienced every thing possible that a woman could do to a man. Max just couldn’t get a clear image of the pleasures he was feeling.

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“Max, Max, quit sleeping at your desk. If you’re not doing any more work, go home. We don’t want to keep checking the fifth floor just so you can snore,” Max heard someone from security yelling. Max sat up. He had a terrible hard on. What had been done to him? He had some memory about some sort of pleasures, but he had no idea what they were. The bus service was out for the night, so Max had to call a taxi to take him home, before he left the office.

The elevator ride was uneventful from the office down to the ground floor. Late at night, the elevator seemed to shudder more and the building seemed to make mysterious creeks and groans. Empty it seemed even less warm, if that was possible. Max always felt a chill when he thought about his job. He was let out of the building, by security and left to wait outside a locked door on the side of the dark street for his taxi to arrive. Likewise, the trip up to his apartment was alone and uneventful. You would have thought his phantoms would have stopped by to strip, when Max did not have to worry about the bulge in his pants or even a wet spot if the dream got too intense.

Nothing was open, so Max did not have a chance to pick up a roll for breakfast tomorrow. He would have to suffer the fare of the butcher lady in the morning at work, as she came by with her cart. Max did not know when her offerings had been fresh, he was only sure that it wasn’t this week.

No more dreams this night. Max guessed that his wet dream while working, had to last for the immediate future.

Max was slow getting off the next morning. Just drinking coffee was not satisfying for his start in the morning. He could hardly keep awake when he entered the elevator.

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The press of people caused Max to straighten his camel hair suit several times. It was casual Friday. The elevator was filled with women, who Max recognized as working in his typing pool, on the thirteenth floor. Being casual Friday, the women were all dressed in high heels, panties and bras. Max could feel their breasts pushing against him due to the crush of people in the elevator. He could also feel their panties brush against his hands as he held his briefcase. Max loved Casual Friday.

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Suddenly, Max shook his head. He was alone in the elevator and it was stalled at the ninth floor. It wasn’t anywhere near the end of the week. It surely wasn’t any Casual Friday. The last person had gotten off and there was no one to call the box back down. For a second, Max felt the chill he had experienced last night in the empty elevator. Max had to think where he was as well as what day this was. There would still be a lot more to do on the project from above. Max quickly pushed the fifth floor button and managed to get off where he belonged.

Max’s papers were still spread out on his desk where he had left them. Max worked on his old projects. He managed to get two of them off his desk that morning. He bought two sandwiches and a couple of candy bars from the butcher lady when she brought her cart by. Considering the lack of taste in what she sold, her items were very expensive. “Five dollar, please.” Shocked Max, but those were the only words spoken to Max so far that day. Maybe, they were the only words the woman knew. Anything that Max picked out elicited the same response, “Five dollar, please.” Max hadn’t had breakfast yet and it looked like he was going to work through noon.

Tonight, Max would work finishing up the project from the boss. He could do this at home and if he needed more information, he could pull another late nighter on Thursday. Somewhere in his mind, there was a pleasant thought of “Casual Friday.” Max shook his head. No such luck. The only place for “Casual Friday,” was in his fantasies. Max knew that he had a lot of work to do, but it looked like he would finish on time. That is a lot better, than it had looked, when he had first been handed this project.
All that Friday held for Max, was the dead line of the project he had worked on so hard.

His deli supper and morning Danish in the bag and his briefcase in the other hand, Max entered the elevator to his apartment. There was another passenger in the elevator. She was slender, looking like she was barely out of her teens. Max kept his eyes to himself, looking straight ahead as the elevator rose, but he thought, seeing from the corner of his vision, she is dark like Janice. He would bet with himself that she must be fresh like Tess. All that Max, at the moment knew of Tess and Janice was what was left in his fantasy and dreams.

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As the elevator made its slow trip, she turned to Max and opening her blouse to show her small, but perfectly formed breasts still covered by Victoria and her secret. The lady slipped her skirt off and let it fall to the elevator floor, her brief panties leaving secrets no more. Max felt himself swelling in arousal. She walked to Max, caressing his face. One of her hands dropped to his trousers and gently felt the bulge in his pants.

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The elevator jolted and Max blinked. There was no one else on the elevator car. Max was at his floor and he got off. He was left to wonder who the lady was and where did she get off and why did he have such a hard on?

In front of Max’s door sitting on a chair he had stolen from someplace was Max’s old friend Michael. “Max, old boy, Maria and I want you to go out with us Saturday night,” Michael said.

“Mike, I think I am going to just crash this weekend. I have been working late nights several times this week,” Max replied.

“Hey, Max, that is what Saturday morning is for. Look, I have you set up with a woman named Courtney. I banged her a few times before I met Maria. She is a sure thing. We go out, have dinner, a few drinks and then, some dancing. You bring her back here and I guarantee that she will have her clothes off before you lead her into your bedroom,” Michael stated with enthusiasm.

“Look Mike, I got this project. I have been working on it all week along with my regular projects. It is due on Friday,” Max said.

“Hey, Max,1 that is fine. I get out of here and you get your butt in gear. Finish the project by Friday and sleep in Saturday morning. That leaves Saturday night and most of Sunday morning to take care of Courtney,” Michael had it all planned out.

It was easier to just go along with Michael than to argue with him. Max was sure that his sister had sent Michael to him. Max’s sister Isabel had married a lawyer. She lived in a lush suit with servants and a personal trainer to take care of her health. She had been worrying about Max working too hard. It wasn’t her fault that he had hired on to what she considered a dead end job. If he had listened to her, he could have worked for Jesse Ramirez, her husband.

Max finished supper and got down to work on the project.

Max had known Michael since high school. Michael had always managed to get around a lot more than Max ever did. Recently, Michael had hitched up with a steady woman, named Maria. Max had met her and except for the fact that she teased Max too much, she was a likeable person. Max didn’t know anything else about her. Michael said she was dynamite in bed. Of course, Max wouldn’t know about that at all.

“Maria, I may have to move,” she stated.

“Why Liz, you just moved into that apartment this last week?” Maria inquired.

Maria, I got into the elevator tonight with a total stoner. His eyes were even glazed over. He was holding his briefcase in front of him like he had been playing with himself. He never looked at me, but I have never been so scared in my life. He knows what floor I live on. He was still on the elevator when I got off,” Liz explained.
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The story about teenaged scouts taking care of the aging Roswell crowd is almost over. I Heard You Calling

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mary mary
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Author notes: Ginger i think sometimes men make fantasies when they are lonely. Some men think every woman is just waiting to fall into bed with them. Others are more realistc and know this only happens in fantasies. Max has to find a social life, but it has to be his social life. neither his sister nor best friend can set it up for him.

Chapter 3

It was Friday morning. Max had caught up all his projects for the week. More importantly, setting on a desk on the twelfth floor was a thick file of the special project.

Max figured he had spent over 80 hours at work or at home this week working on that project. He felt like shit and his stomach felt queasy from the butcher woman’s food. On the way home, Max managed to stop at a real restaurant for a real meal. He even managed to catch the last bus so he didn’t have to call a taxi to get home. Max took his laundry down stairs and did what housework he could. Ten o’clock, Max was in bed intending to sleep as long as he could the next morning. He would take that much advice, from Michael.

“Maria, I saw that man again last night. I was doing my laundry in the basement. He came down to put his clothes in one of the machines. I hid until he left. He didn’t look quite so scary last night. Maybe, he was sober. I still don’t know if I can stay here. Maybe, you could get that boy friend of yours to check him out sometime. Maybe, he could tell him I am a close friend and if anything happens to me, that he will break his head open or something.” Liz was so scared.

It was Saturday night. Max withdrew some cash from the ATM machine. He had his debit card and he was wearing a sport coat and slacks, albeit they were polyester. He hadn’t had any dreams last night. Max had slept the sleep of the dead. Michael had a car and he would be coming by. Michael drove them over to Maria’s apartment. She was a curvy woman who swung it to her advantage. Busty, narrow waisted and round curvaceous hips, Maria knew how to tease, Usually she enjoyed seeing Max squirm, but when Maria got in the car this time, she ignored Max. She was worried. “Michael, she has just gotten settled in that apartment. She is terrified. There is a stoner living there. He was in the elevator with her the other night. He knows where she lives. She saw him, again, in the basement laundry room. Liz asked me if you would check up on him. Maybe, if he doesn’t look right, you might let it slip that something happens to Liz, something worse will happen to him,” Maria asked. Max was not listening to Maria’s prattle. He was concentrating on not letting his fantasy roam. Michael had been his friend for years. Max never thought that Maria was purposely coming on to him, but the way she moved her suggestive body in a tease sometimes confused Max. Michael would beat the hell out of him if Michael knew that Max was stripping Maria, even though it was only in his mind.

“Yeah, babe, I will check it out next week. It is probably nothing. Sometimes, I think your friend should never have left home; she is so scared of everything,” Michael stated.

Max lost track of their conversation. He was in his own world, wondering what he was expected to do tonight. Michael said he had casually banged this woman. Max was sure if Michael had taken her, she was pretty good looking. Michael might bang a lot of women, but Max had never seen him with one that wasn’t a looker.

Michael insisted that Max walk up to her door. When he rang the bell, a dishwater blonde answered. She had a good figure and her voice was pleasant. She leaned over to kiss him and then, she latched onto Max’s arm and she didn’t stray far from him the entire night. That is except for the times she and Maria went to the ladies room for whatever they did there.

Courtney was even worse than Maria at teasing. The difference was that for Courtney, she was offering not teasing. Max found his gaze drift down her dress more than once. Courtney could move her body so that he always was aware of what she had.

Max had been worried a little about Courtney being an ex of Michael’s. Except for Michael being the other man in their party, Courtney didn’t pay him any attention at all. They had a good dinner, then on to several drinks and finally, dancing until about midnight. Michael delivered Max and Courtney to Max’s apartment building. Max seemed a bit woozy. Max and Courtney stumbled into the elevator and up to Max’s floor. They were so busy sucking face that they did not realize when Liz looked in the elevator and decided to wait until the next one.

Michael had been right. Courtney dropped her panties in the bedroom door way and that was her last remnant of clothing. Max guessed she helped him get his things off, but he had very little memory of what happened until late Sunday morning when he patted her on the butt and suggested they finish in the missionary position.

Max called her a cab and paid the cabby enough for the fare and a tip. Then, he went back into his apartment to straighten up. Courtney’s panties were still in the doorway. Guess she didn’t remember them, this morning and had just pulled on her dress. Max had to clean up a half a dozen condoms from the table on his side of the bed. Max never remembered using that many in one night. Guess they both had a good time. Max wished he could remember all that they did. Maybe then he would have a clearer dream next time when he dreamed about the thirteenth floor.

There were a group of women who got together late on Sunday afternoons. Usually, they had a few drinks and shared dreams about guys they wished they could get it on with. Liz had been shy about this group at first, but they were fun and it beat sitting home on Sunday afternoon. Courtney, had the excitement, this time. “He was Max Evans, the friend of an old boyfriend of mine. He was kind of shy. Then, when we got back to his place, he was a tiger. He had me go round the world twice. When I showered this morning, I was coated in his cum. I asked him this morning what all we did. He wouldn’t answer me. He just gave me a cute little grin.” Courtney was sure she had had a great time.

This was more information than Liz usually wanted to know. She caught herself wondering what it would be like to be completely wanton for a time with a man. Courtney continued, “Then, he made love to me this morning. I guess he wanted me to remember that last act. A wild man who, at the end, makes gentle love. That is something to remember. I have been going with this other guy. I only went with Max as a favor to my old boyfriend. I don’t know what I want to do, now.”

Michael was having feelings of remorse. “What is wrong, Michael?” Maria asked.

“I did something to Max and I am ashamed about it,” he answered.

“Why, what did you do that was so bad?” she inquired.

“Max has, for as long as I have known him, talked himself out of things. He thinks too long. By the time he comes to a decision it is too late. I told you that I went with Courtney before I met you. Well, Max would have probably talked himself out of a good lay, so I put a little something in his drink to calm him down. Trouble is, according to him, he doesn’t remember a thing he did with Courtney. Courtney thinks he is a super stud and wants a rematch,” Michael told her.

“Michael, what the hell did you give him?” Maria asked.

“”I don’t know what the name of it was. It was supposed to slow short time memory a little. When he didn’t have that thinking in the way, old Max tried to screw the hell out of Courtney. She thinks he is what she has been looking for all this time,” Michael explained.

“What are you going to do?” Maria asked.

Well first thing is that the next time Max goes with Courtney, I am going to trip him out again,” Michael stated.

“Michael, you can’t just keep setting Max up like that. He is your friend,” Maria said.

“Yeah, but I need time to think,” was Michael’s answer.

“In the mean time, what are you going to do about Liz’s problem? Michael, she is really scared,” Maria said.

“Let me go over and talk to Liz. She needs to tell me more if I am going to threaten the son- of-a-bitch who is scaring her,” Michael stated.

It was Monday, again. Max had just returned from lunch. There was a post-it note on his computer. He was wanted on the twelfth floor at two o’clock.

As Max stood in the elevator, he thought. The floors are like evolutionary markers. Here I am from the Paleolithic and I am being transported up into the common era. As the elevator car progressed, Max thought that as he got closer to heaven, the women would be more beautiful. Down in the swamp, where he had been working, the women had no class. They would go down with any creature, who caught their attention. Max was thinking that this was all in theory, as he never had found them all that easy. They never paid that much attention to him. Even Courtney had been set up by Michael, not Max. The men who lived closer to heaven, had their choice of women. That is what those typing pools were for. At the level where Max worked, the men and women worked side by side. That was why he didn’t ever stand out. He was just one of the girls and none of the real girls noticed him.

This time Max had no warning so he was showing up at the Twelfth floor in his polo shirt and jeans. The look of those he passed showed their distain for those whose dress clearly said they were from down below.

The twelfth floor, again the receptionist pointed him to an office down the hall and the secretary in that office announced him and bade him wait. She didn’t hold her nose, but Max could imagine that she might be wearing latex gloves to avoid contamination, tease the outsider, entertain him beyond his endurance, but to touch someone from the neither regions, never! She never knew that Max’s fertile imagination, provided his own fantasy of entertainment.

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The naked woman in front of him this time didn’t have to do things to attract Max. Her breasts hung as she bent over and since she wasn’t wearing clothes, he didn’t have to watch her skirts rise. Mr. Johnson probably had rules against women on his floor even wearing clothes. That is what you can do with power next to god.

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“Mr. Evans, you can go in now,” the prim secretary in a black dress with black high heels stated. It was amazing to Max how quickly she got dressed, almost instantaneously.

Mr. Johnson stood when Max entered. “Mr. Evans, you did a great job on that project last week. There is an opening on the tenth floor. I would like to welcome you to that position. The salary is considerably better and you would have many more projects to show off your talent. Let me tell you Evans, we are constantly looking for new talent. When we find it, we want to promote it as quickly as possible.” With that speech, Mr. Johnson released his firm on Max’s hand and indicated that the interview was over. Max was now no longer on the fifth floor.

“I tell you Tess, this is an opportunity. My boss is taking me along with him to the eleventh floor and he is promoting someone from below to this position. You say that you and your boyfriend want to save for a house. This is your chance. Your new boss is coming from below and will not have anyone with him. Tess, he won’t know anything. It will be up to you to train him. If he has any talent, discover it and promote it. Tess, this is the way things get done. You hitch yourself to a rising star and go with him. You have plenty of ability, so run with it,” it was so explained.

“Janice, can I be frank?” Tess asked. “I have a personal question.”

“Of course, Tess. What is your question? Janice inquired.xsw

”Janice, you sleep with your boss. Is that a requirement?” Tess inquired bluntly.

Janice was a little startled at the plain way Tess had spoken. “Tess, I might occasionally be intimate to my boss, but don’t make that out as an affair. He has a wife and mistress. I have a boyfriend. I know that Jamison will never leave his wife and I, surely, wouldn’t want to be saddled with him as a life partner to share with any one of his mistresses. I do what is necessary for Mr. Jamison to succeed. No, that is not a requirement. If Jamison succeeds though and if he thinks me important enough to bring along, I succeed. Just like this move to the next floor,” Janice explained to Tess.

“What does your boyfriend think about that?” Tess asked.

I don’t know. We both keep our jobs away from home. That is the way we survive,” Janice concluded.
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Stories by Ken look at third page for teaser about story coming soon

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begonia 9508: it is for fate to match Max with Liz
mary mary: Sometimes your friends are the most scary
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valentinebaby: Yes when Liz and Michael find out who the strange man is. not this week, though

Chapter 4

The next morning, Max thought as he rode the elevator up to his new position closer to heaven, “Do I have what it takes to stay on this floor? Who will tell me what I am supposed to do?”

As the elevator rose, Max noticed that there was a small blonde with him on the car. With correct elevator etiquette, neither of them paid any overt attention to the other, but Max, again, began searching his fantasies. He remembered the dream where two women were tending his body. They were doing things to him that he didn’t even understand. This blonde had a striking resemblance to what he remembered about one of the women.

As the car passed the floor where Max normally got off, the remaining passengers took on an out of focus appearance. Their chatter became a background that was barely audible. Max caught himself studying the little blonde. Her skirt was slightly above her knees. Max could imagine that if she bent over to pick something up from the floor, a good part of thigh would be exposed. If she knelt, facing him as she picked something from the floor, her panties would be seen. Max wondered if she wore matching underwear or did she purposely wear contrasting color to tease those she granted a view? Her blouse, worn under a jacket, was unbuttoned to the point it showed, her breasts heaving at every breath she took.

Max could imagine her working in an office and teasing those she entertained in the waiting room. He wondered, what it took to have such a woman in his office? Did she tease her boss? Had she been chosen because of her skills or because of her body? Max remembered the woman from the twelfth floor after she had left the elevator last week. Max remembered that she left in the arms of a suit.

Max looked down at his apparel. He had made a stop last night at a clothing store. It wasn’t camel, but it was wool. Max would have to buy more suits if he kept this job. Max wondered, what kind of woman would be willing to fall in the arms of his suit?

There were only a few people left in the elevator car, now. Although from habit, Max had almost gotten off at his customary fifth floor, when he arrived at the tenth floor, he almost missed it. As he moved forward, the little blonde stepped in front of him. Max held the door open for her and she gave him a slight smile and a nod of thanks. Again, Max wondered who she would entertain for?

The receptionist handed Max a name card, an envelope with several keys in it and a sealed letter marked, “Open immediately.”

The receptionist explained, “Mr. Evans, here are two sets of keys. Make sure that you give one set to your new secretary. There is an office key, an executive restroom key, several desk and file cabinet keys and a supply room key. When you settle in, your secretary will show you the ropes.” Then, the receptionist gave Max a motherly look. “Mr. Evans, learn to trust your secretary. She can turn out to be your best friend in the office. She is the guide who will take you through the jungles of the corporation.”

Max scooped everything up, but before he could ask the location of his office or who his secretary would be, the receptionist pointed to the sealed letter. “Please open this first,” she requested.

“Max, please report to Mr. Johnson on the twelfth floor,” the letter requested or did it order him to see Mr. Johnson.

As the man she had been with in the elevator talked to the receptionist, Tess wondered what kind of man her new boss would be. Would he be a smart-aleck whiz kid only interested in banging his new secretary? Would she have trouble keeping him on task? Tess had enough trouble, herself at home. Kyle was so jealous. Would this new man, want more than Tess could give? Would his demands be more than the value of her new salary? Tess, remembering her talk with Janice, thought how much sex could she afford to give her new boss without loosing everything she had at home?

The receptionist on the twelfth floor apparently hadn’t gotten the word that Max was no longer so far beneath her. She didn’t yet, seen him as a rising star, within the corporation. She didn’t even notice his suit. Max guessed that she was so used to seeing men dressed in suits, that she thought nothing of it. She took his name, made her report to the box on her desk and pointed to a seat across from her desk. She reached for the incoming mail and those bulbous breasts, again, fought to find release from their confinement. She scooted across the floor to a book case and as she stretched her legs to propel herself, her panties, this time a pink contrasting with her dark gray suit, made their shy appearances. She stood and walked over to retrieve something from a bottom shelf and her skirts rose almost to the curve of her ass showing the band of her hose and maybe even one of the clips from her garter belt.

As Max sat in reverie she announced, “Mr. Evans, you may go into Mr. Johnson’s office, now.”

This time, Mr. Johnson stood, taking Max’s hand this time in a firm handshake. He was even looking at Max. He hadn’t looked at his watch once. “Max, since I suggested your promotion, it is for me to get you started out. First, since Mr. Jamison has taken his secretary with him, it has been suggested that a Ms. Harding be promoted to fill her place. If you don’t like her, fire her. But, you need someone with experience to get you started. Trust in her instincts and her knowledge. If these fail you, fire her. Max, review the work of those on the lower floors. You are used to solving problems your self. Get over it. Learn those below you who you can ask to get things done, concern your self only with the impossible and allow others to handle the rest.”

Mr. Johnson stood and shook Max’s hand. “Max, good luck,” was his final word.

Max returned to the elevator, again ignored by the receptionist. She only was there to acknowledge those arriving, not leaving. This was the first time Max had ever worn a wool suit. After spending that much money, he did wish someone would recognize his suit. The elevator ride was short, but to Max, it took an eternity. He was totally alone in the car. There were no fantasies of women fawning over him. The job looming on his horizon was so nebulous that Max had no idea of what he was to do. He did worry about who would be his secretary. Would she be bossy and old, from the first trying to dominate him? Would she make him hate coming to work even more? Finally, he opened the door to the tenth floor and again, approached the receptionist. “Mr. Evans, The lady sitting over there, is temporarily, your secretary. She has your office assignments. Maintenance already has placed your name on your door,” she directed.

Max walked over to the lady and she stood up, adjusting her skirt with that seductive wiggle women always had. She was the blonde from the elevator this morning. “Mr. Evans, my name is Ms. Harding. Let me show you to your office,” she said. As he followed her down the short hall, Max watched her swaying backside. She wasn’t old. That Max was sure of.

Max wondered, did they not even think of him as able to find his own office? Then, he remembered Mr. Johnson. “Learn to trust in her instincts and knowledge. If that fails you, then fire her.”

“Thank you, Ms Harding,” he said. Then, Max handed her the envelope with the keys. Tess took one set and handed the envelope back to Max. She opened his office door.

The room had been completely cleaned and sanitized. The bookcases were empty and the file cabinet was open and empty. The desk near the door was oak, with its in and out files waiting for his secretary and her daily business. In the middle of the desk was a stack of files. Ms. Harding immediately went to the files and sat at her desk. “Please give me about an hour to get up to speed then, we will look at what you need to do,” she stated.

Max wondered over to his private office and opened the door. His wooden desk dominated the room. It was oak, pure American oak. The walls were painted slightly off white, but they were all trimmed in oak. Besides his office chair, there were two straight chairs and two upholstered ones. Against one wall was a couch. Max grimaced. Did this mean that late nighters might even turn into all nighters? When he saw the small closet behind an oak door he looked in. It held several hangers he wondered even more if he would be expected to maintain fresh clothing for those nights when he cleaned up in the men’s room and prepared for the next day.

Max sharpened his pencils in his executive pencil sharpener. He rummaged through the desk to see if his predecessor had left anything that might indicate his job. It was about an hour when the intercom on his desk spoke. “May I come in, sir?” was requested.

Max leaned forward, pressing the talk button, and replied, “Of course.”

Tess Harding entered, carrying a notebook and a day planner. She set these on the front of Max’s desk and went to the wall to take up a straight chair. Max stood, but before he could do anything, she had positioned the straight chair before his desk. Max saw, that Ms. Harding sat sidewise, not facing his desk with her legs carefully crossed. Her skirt rose to a small amount to show sculptured knees and a tiny bit of thigh. She modestly was not giving Max any deeper, or maybe higher, reason for voyeurism. “Mr. Evans, today we will mostly be deciding what we are going to do. I need to research who we can call on from the floors below and you need to refresh yourself about these files so you can decide how to proceed.”

She paused for a second and Max asked, “Ms. Harding, why did they say you are my temporary secretary?”

Ms. Harding looked down at her hands for a few seconds, “It is to be seen if we have the chemistry to work together. If we don’t, then, I have to return to the secretary pool and you have to search for a new secretary.”

Max sat thinking for a time. Ms. Harding was quietly waiting for permission to continue. “Ms. Harding,” Max began. “Would it be a breach of protocol or etiquette, when we are working together for us to be on a first named basis?”

Tess thought, is this the way it starts? Was it first, given names, then followed by meet for drinks, ending in do you want to look at my etchings back at my apartment? Then she answered, “No sir, when we are working alone together it is easier to use first names, but when others are present, it is better to be more formal. My name is Tess.”

Max stood and extended his hand, “Tess, my name is Max. I don’t do changes very well, so I hope we can find that magical thing that allows us to work together.”

“Thank you, Mr. Ev… I mean, Max. I hope we work together, also.” Then, Tess became all business. “Max, please review these projects. Decide what order you want to handle them. I will have a pool of people who can assist us by noon.”

Tess stood and adjusted her skirt. She was facing Max, but she still did that wiggle thing. Max thought that when she does that leaving, it should be quite a show. She turned to leave the office. At the door, she turned again, “Max, if it is just the two of us here it is common to work with the door of your office opened to make communication between us easier. If the receptionist calls and states that someone is coming for an interview, then, usually I will close the door so I can manage visitors better. Is this all right with you?”

Max nodded and watched as she, again, turned to return to her desk. Max noticed the sway of her ass as she passed out of his sight. His door was situated so that the secretary’s desk was not visible through the door; neither was the door opening from the hallway. Tess could have visitors sit against the wall and when she opened his door, he would not be visible to anyone in the room, except her. Max found himself wondering, how much of his fantasies of the blonde woman in his dreams was really Tess? He also wondered how much of Tess would he be privileged to view?

Max would bring some old magazines for visitors to read. On second thought, maybe that was the prerogative of the secretary. After all she did say it was part of her job to manage the outer office. Max started reading the several files. Most of them, he could have completed himself in about two hours each. Then Max thought, that wasn’t his job anymore. Tess promised to have a list of men from below who could do this “grunt work.”

It was about eleven o’clock when Tess appeared in his view. Again, she adjusted her skirt and taking her purse, she left without a word. About fifteen minutes later, she reappeared and was pushing a cart piled high with paper, pencils and other supplies. Tess appeared in his doorway with her arms full of things she placed on his desk. “It is best that you put these things away yourself so you know where everything is. If there is anything else you need, please tell me. I will get it for you.”

Just before twelve o’clock, Tess poked her head in the door and announced, “Max, I am going to lunch. I will be back about one and then, I will give you my take on who we can get to assist us with the projects.”

Max started to ask if she wanted to have lunch with him, but he caught himself in time. Tess needed the time off from the office. If she had sat with him, the only reasonable things they could have discussed would be the projects and other business. There was the lunchroom on the ground floor and Max knew that there was an executive room, set aside, for executives to eat in. This was a place where they also, wouldn’t be bothered by business for a short time.

There were several women who Tess usually ate with. One of them was Janice who had helped Tess get the job with Max and the another was Courtney from accounting. Courtney usually had all the gossip. Everything went through accounting, so she knew almost everything that was going on. As Tess walked up to their table holding her trey, Janice asked, “How did things go this morning?”

Tess shrugged, “Pretty well, he is green. I don’t think he has ever done this sort of job, before. He was one of the whiz kids promoted because of his skill with projects.”

Courtney looked up. Occasionally, something did get passed her, but not for long. “Do you have a new job?” she asked.

Tess nodded, “I am now the private secretary to a new guy they moved up from the fifth floor. He is sort of shy, but he seems nice enough. We will have to see how well he performs and if he can cut it. If he does well and I can hitch on to him, then it is a trip to the stars. If he fails, then I have to protect myself from any fallout.”

Courtney asked, “Just who is this new guy?”

Tess was toying with her salad, thinking about Max and would he succeed, carrying her to higher floors or would he fail, bringing her down also. Tess looked up, Courtney had asked a question. “He is Max Evans.” Tess stated.

Courtney shook her head. “Hon, he may be shy in his new office, but he is hell in the sack. I’ve gone out with him twice. He didn’t talk much, but when we were in bed, he fucked me in more ways than I even could think of. If you can, make sure he is successful. That man has real potential,” Courtney stated.

The conversation drifted to weekend dates, up and coming men and sexual escapades that had to be mostly fantasy. Tess listened and smiled at the proper places, but her mind was on her new boss. To her, Max had seemed very shy. That he had out screwed Courtney was a surprise and a worry. Tess knew that it was far easier to work with her boss on first name basis, but that did open a door that Tess had to decide if she wanted to enter. How close could she afford to get to Max?

At the table where Max was eating, it was more like a locker room. “Hey, I fucked that Susie from down on floor two last night. She gave head and everything.”

“Yeah, I know. I fucked her a couple weeks ago. Be careful, she is looking for a husband. Get saddled with that and you would never know where she was hanging her shingle. She likes fucking too much.”

Max didn’t even know who was talking. Then, he heard, “Hey, Evans, how is the first day going?”

Max looked up. “Okay, I guess. I am still trying to get my feet on the ground. My secretary said we would go over those names from down below to decide who to send the different projects to. I just need to learn how to delegate work. I guess things will come along eventually,” He said.

“Yeah, Max,” someone said. “Delegate all you can and fuck your secretary at least once a week. That is how to succeed.”

Max frowned. That really wasn’t his vision of himself in business. Maybe, that was the way things got done. That was closer to what Max had seen in his visions. Maybe, the visions were trying to teach Max how to behave as a new executive. Maybe, he had to get over his shyness.

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valentinebaby
keepsmiling7
begonia9508
mary mary

Author's note: This happens to be the most complicated story I have written so far. I started it as a parody of male/female relationships in a large company, but every time I looked at it as a farce, there would be a TV show or movie or book story that was just, so close to what I had written. There is a corruption in this company. Witness the advice Mr. Johnson gave Max when he started. The corruption starts at the top and works down. The relationship between Max and his secretary, Tess, is very unique. It will be discussed that Tess is responsible for Max’s success. That is part of the “good” advice that is given to Max, “Trust your secretary.” This relationship stands on a slippery slope that even if platonic, it can slide into something else.

As I develop the relationship between Tess and her boyfriend you will see that it too is complicated. I didn’t want her to just have a jealous boyfriend. She also has a responsibility. Ginger says Tess seems to be a decent girl and I think she is. Her job is important to her for reasons that will soon be seen. This is the first time she has to face a corporate entity, a man who can fire her at will. That is why Janet gives her the advice.

Who is the real Max? That Max was worn out by the last 10 years working on the lower floors. Low pay, hard work, little place to be creative and no place for his social sex drive to be exercised. That he still does show something is why he was promoted.

Valentinebaby: I had an acquaintance one time who worked for a large company. I also had his son as a student in my class. I was pretty close to most of my students and the young man talked to me a lot. He told stories of his dad and how he and his friends interacted with their female employees. He was half admiration and half angry that his dad cheated on his mom so much. I stated at the first that I was not going to include female executives. My experience has been that it is much the same. See TV show “Ugly Betty.” You can see that there are many men who will kiss up to their lady boss. I didn’t include this because of more complication. These people are despicable, but they are there.


Chapter 5

Max was back in his office when Tess returned. “Max, do you want to go over personnel that we can use to set up the projects?” Tess asked.

Max nodded his head. “Sure Tess, I need to know what we have to do to get things rolling,” he said.

Tess gathered up her folders and entered the office. It was amazing how what Courtney had said, changed her view of Max’s office. Tess sat in her chair as usual, but sub-consciously she pulled her skirt a little more over her knee. She also cast side glances to see what Max would be watching as she sat there. Was he trying to catch a glance up her dress or was he studying her cleavage? Tess was a bit disappointed. Max appeared to be scratching his head as he looked at the list of personnel she had handed him. As far as she could tell, Max was strictly business. Janice had prepared Tess for occasional dalliances at the office, but if what Courtney said and Max turned out to be a screwing machine, would they get anything done and would Max fail, bringing her down with him? Tess had to help Max. She had to keep him happy and she also had to protect herself. She wasn’t ready to be, “fucked every way possible,” by her boss.

Max accepted almost all of Tess’s recommendations. There were a couple places where he stated, “Look, I know him. That is his specialty. Give him permission to hire two assistants and I think he will have the project rolling by the weekend.”

It was Tess’s job to advise, not to argue. Unless she saw some obvious problem, she took what Max said as gospel. Tess dutifully made notes. She would hand out the assignments this afternoon and be ready to receive the new ones tomorrow. About half past three, Tess entered Max’s doorway. “Max, most of the execs go home about now. The secretaries clean up the daily business so we can go home about four,” she explained.

Max looked up. “Do you need me to stick around and help?” he asked.

Tess approached this carefully. “No, Max, in fact, if you are here, it may make it hard for any us to get off on time. If you are gone, I just take any calls and state you are out of the office and that we will contact them tomorrow. This saves a lot of last minute requests that turn into late night sessions,” Tess said.

“All right, see you tomorrow, Tess,” and with that Max left.

Tess breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn’t ready to handle a, “Want to see me for drinks after a while?” Tess was sure that eventually that would come, but Tess wanted to be better prepared when it did. Tess had no idea how she would handle that problem. Would drinks with the boss lead to “Want to be fucked every way possible?”

In the elevator going down, smiles were fielded from women, who Max didn’t even know existed. Maybe he should have thought women who never knew Max existed. It was surprising what a suit did for a man, especially a suit coming from up above somewhere. Max was sure that there were women on the lower floors who would do anything to hitch a ride closer to heaven. Except for undressing one or two of them, in his mind, Max didn’t try to fantasize. It was early for supper, so Max picked up something at the deli that could be reheated at home. Max had survived his first day.

“Michael, thanks for helping me. He was on the elevator almost two hours earlier than normal today. I am just so frightened that I won’t get in the elevator until I am sure that he is not around,” Liz explained.

“You say that he has already gone up to his room and we don’t know what floor or room that would be?” Michael asked.

“Yes, Michael, maybe tomorrow, you can come early and you can follow him up the elevator,” Liz suggested.

The next morning, Max was up. He still had to catch the bus, but he had been given a parking number. Tess had suggested that he rent a car from a dealer. That would be cheaper than buying it. Max could stop to buy a latté instead of bringing his own cup of “Folger’s.” Maybe next time, Max still had a lot to get used to. At the elevator, Max saw Tess standing, waiting for the up car. “Good morning, Mr. Evans,” she primly said.

“Good morning, Ms. Harding,” Max replied.

That was all they said, but Max noticed that Ms. Harding stood close beside him, as if she was guarding or protecting her territory. They entered the elevator together, Ms. Harding still not saying anything. Max saw that several of the women who would get off on lower floors kept looking at him, several with very brazen looks. Gone were the days when Max could hide in plain sight. Now, he was a target for any woman who wanted to climb the elevator to success. Trouble was that they were not allowed to get close to Max. When they shuffled around the car as different ones had to leave, Ms. Harding was always between any of them and Max. Max remembered, “Trust in her instincts.”

At the tenth floor, they exited together with Max holding the door for Ms. Harding. She gave him a smile of thanks. While he stopped at the receptionist desk to pick up his mail, she proceeded him to open his office and ready herself at her desk. Max passed the mail to Tess and turned to enter his own private office. “Max, you can leave the mail for me to get, next time. Tess rummaged through her brief case and handed Max a copy of the “Wall Street Journal.”

“Max, you can read this while I arrange our day planner and sort the mail,” Tess suggested, but to Max, it was like a very strong suggestion. Later, he would ask her what he was supposed to get out of the paper, although she continued to do this as almost a ritual.

“Max, how do you like your coffee? I will get it before I start our day,” she said.

Max watched as she left the office. She had hung her suit jacket somewhere. Max decided to look at the outer office in her absence. The room had a spicy smell of her perfume. It was very light. The files were still on her desk and the mail was waiting until her return. Max felt a little embarrassed prowling through this part of the office. It was as if that was not the part of the room which belonged to him. Max had not seen the closet door before. He quickly looked over his shoulder half expecting to get caught snooping. Again, with a measure of guilt, he opened the closet to see not only her jacket hanging, but a spare dress and complete suit beside it. There was a small set of drawers on one side of the closet. Max quickly opened one of them. In the drawer, were several sets of underwear, frilly to practical. Max quickly closed the drawer and hurried back to his domain. When Tess returned, he gave her a smile which to him, was loaded with guilt. One man in the lunchroom the other day had referred to his secretary as his office wife. Max guessed that, except for the sex part, that was who Tess was. To many of the men, if what they said was true, the couch in his private office would make her the office wife in more than just service. Or maybe, the service would be more than he expected.

Max was still reading when Tess stood and quietly closed his door. Max heard voices in the outer room and then, the outer door closing. Tess returned and stated, “They sent more projects from above, for us to assign.”

Max folded the newspaper and placed it on the edge of his desk. “Okay, Tess, what should we do first?” he asked.

Tess entered and placed a single sheet with several names on it. “These people all sent you messages of congratulations. I will send each a personal thank you note unless you have any you want to respond to yourself. I recognize several of them as those who want to kiss their way up. There are several advertisements that were sent to the office. I will file these in case we ever need them. You singled out Fred Wearing to handle the big project, the one where he is to select two others to help him. I made an appointment for him to see you at ten o’clock. You might prepare a pep talk for him along with any suggestions you might have.” With all of that, Tess placed a new stack of projects for Max to review, again, promising to provide him a list of those who might be free to work on them on his desk soon.

It was extremely domestic as Max sat looking over the projects while watching Tess as she went about her duties. She was a good-looking woman. The other men had implied that the secretary was for the use of the boss. Max just couldn’t think of any woman that way. Face it, regardless of his fantasies, in reality, Max was a romantic. He kept having some nagging thoughts about what had happened with Courtney. The second time they went out, Michael had driven them. Courtney kept referring to what they had done last time. Max couldn’t remember any of that; he couldn’t remember the second time either.

Ten o’clock, and Tess had closed Max’s private door. Max heard the outer door open and he heard the muffled voice of Tess telling Fred to take a seat, Mr. Evans would be with him shortly. Max could only wonder if she was teasing Fred like he, Max had been teased so many times in the waiting rooms. Was that part of the job description of a private secretary? Was teasing those who sat in the waiting room the way she kept control of her domain?

It was about five minutes when Tess knocked on his door and then, opened it. She smiled as she turned to someone just outside and said, “Mr. Evans will see you now.”

Fred entered Max’s office. He looked uncomfortable in his polo shirt and jeans. Max pointed to a chair. Fred sat and politely waited. Max couldn’t remember being close to Fred back on the fifth floor, but they did speak to each other. That was another world. Then, he and Fred were equals, both working hard and hoping to be noticed. Giving this project to Fred was a two edged sword, a phrase Max was to notice had more relevance since Max had become an executive. When Max first assigned Waring the job he looked at it as an opportunity. Now that he saw the nervous Fred sitting in front of him, Max realized that not only had he given Fred a chance to be noticed, he had also given him a chance to fail badly. “Fred, this job will have your name on it. You know the men on the fifth floor. Pick the two men who you think will do the best job of helping you succeed. If you need anything, get in touch with Ms. Harding. Let her know what personnel you need from engineering. We will back you on this project.”

With that, Fred knew he had been dismissed. There were no high fives on Max getting promoted or banal comments about life in general. No longer was Max a blood brother to any on the lower floors; they no longer were of the same species. Fred knew that Max would give him what he needed, through Ms. Harding and other than that, Max was just another suit handing out assignments to the worker ants.

Max found that he actually was taking advantage of Tess’s management of his office. He seriously buckled down to study the various projects she had placed on his desk. Max appended sticky notes to each project for her to read. Tess didn’t know those on the fifth floor as well as he did, but she had magnificent instincts. Face it, Tess did her homework with the files she had on all the workers. He found himself surprised when she softly knocked on his opened door. “Max, it is almost half past three. It is time to go,” she said.

Max looked up at her and asked, “Tess, will there be times when I need to stay late and work on these things?”

She smiled, “Unfortunately yes, Max, I will try to keep you appraised of when things are backing up and we have to spend extra time. It would help if you started an appointment book of your own, to let me know of your personal schedule, so I can try not to let our work interfere.”

Max noticed that Tess always used the collective “our” or “we.” She considered everything he did as partially her responsibility.

Max picked up a dinner to go, from a nearby restaurant. His briefcase was light tonight. Before he had picked it up, Tess had removed all work related papers. “Max, relax tonight. We are on schedule. I will tell you when we have to worry about having to take things home,” she admonished.

That was what Tess did. She pampered him at the office, she was a buffer between him and the outside world, she kept a watch of his schedule and she planned ahead. Max took assessment of his life. Because of Tess, he could devote his time to planning what and how to accomplish each project. That was his job. Tonight he didn’t even have that to do. Things had changed.

Tess had just left the executive ladies room. She met Janice holding a stack of folders as she was heading toward the elevator. “How is our boy doing?” Janice asked.

“He is improving,” Tess answered. “He genuinely seems to be a nice man.”

“Has he made any moves on you, yet?” Janice asked.

“No, so far, he is just stumbling around in his own office with what I give him,” Tess replied.

“Well, here is a heads up. You better make sure he is prepared to pull an all nighter soon. Make sure that you are ready, also. There is a big project coming down and I understand it is all going to fall on Max. I think the fourteenth floor is giving him a test or something,” Janice informed Tess. Then, she said, “There is something coming down on many of the executives. Be prepared to fight for the facilities you will need.”

Tess nodded her thanks. Janice had warned her that she was to prepare Max for this task. With what Janice had said before, Tess should prepare how to handle herself, when she was to be with her boss over night. That is the way things worked in this building. It was the secretaries who kept the lubrication on the wheels of business. Back in the office, Tess entered Max’s private office. She had none of the guilt he had when he went through her things. This was part of her job. She needed to see if he would be prepared to spend the night at work and face the next morning. Tess had already made her preparations, at least those which involved having fresh clothes and protection if thing got hot.

Max had placed a spare suit in his closet. Tess opened the set of drawers. Now wasn’t that just like a man? He had a clean suit, but no underwear, socks or a spare shirt. Tess would go shopping tonight. She would have to get Max to sign a petty cash voucher. She could get his suit size off the suit already on the closet rack and Tess was sure that she could guess pretty close his other sizes. Tess threw in a couple of shirts. Max would probably have to be reminded to leave and pick up his dry cleaning. Extras would make it easier on her. Tess picked up washcloths and a couple towels. Apparently Max hadn’t discovered the small shower stall in the executive washroom. She picked up toothpaste, toothbrush and an electric shaver. Tess had noticed that Max wasn’t that closely shaved when he first came in, in the mornings, that meant he did not use a safety razor. Along with a couple sticks of deodorant, Tess added a string of condoms. These condoms, she would keep in her locked desk drawers, she wanted to be protected if something happened, but there was no sense of advertising the fact that she might be available.

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Chapter 6

Liz Parker was in the laundry room. It was a week day and early in the afternoon. Every since that day, when she saw that man with the spaced out expression, she had lived in fear. “You need a tough boyfriend, Liz. Someone who lives with you and can scare off trouble makers. Why do you think I keep Michael around? That is, besides him being everything I want in bed.” Maria added.

Liz wasn’t opposed to a boyfriend, but so far the ones she had met, were not Michaels. Liz had to hurry. She was to meet Michael soon. The strange man usually came home around five o’clock, but she noticed that sometimes he came home earlier. Liz, carrying her basket of clothes, entered the basement elevator and pushed the button for the fifth floor. The basement elevator car shuddered as it started up, but it no sooner started than it also stopped. Someone wanted to get on from the ground floor.

Oh how cruel could fate be? It was the crazy man. Liz cowered in the corner and barely nodded when he smiled and nodded a greeting. True, the man did not have that glazed expression that she had seen that first day. He was dressed better, also. Liz just couldn’t get that vision of his vacant expression or of that other time she saw him taking a “whore” up to his room. Liz shook her head. That last thought was unfair. Liz thought of herself as a progressively minded person. If a man wanted to take a “girlfriend” up to his apartment, that was his business. Liz knew that much of the time, Michael spent his nights in Maria’s place. Maria had shown Liz that Michael had moved some of his clothes to her place. Maybe, there was a tinge of jealously over how lonesome Liz’s own life had become. Liz saw that her own fifth floor button was blinking along with the crazy man’s eighth floor one. She didn’t want him to know which floor she lived on. He wouldn’t get away from the front of the elevator car so she could re-punch the button. “Please, sir, could you push the fourth floor button?” she asked in a shaky voice.

Max smiled at her and complied, but before the car could get to the fourth floor and allow Liz to get off, it shuddered again and the lights went out. Liz screamed. She was trapped in the small space with her crazy man. Liz was sure that he had seen her deception in asking to get off on the fourth floor. Two people on the elevator and three buttons pushed had to add up to something.

There was a glow at the front of the car. Max was holding his cell phone so he could see the control panel. Max pushed the button labeled emergency and there was a buzz from the intercom built into the control. “What is the problem?” came from the speaker.

“The car is stalled between the third and fourth floor,” Max answered.

There was silence for several minutes. Then, “maintainence will be here in about an hour,” The voice continued, “Who is in the elevator?”

“Max Evans, from the eighth floor,” Max turned to Liz.

Things couldn’t get worse. Not only would this guy know where she lived, he would also know her name. “Elizabeth Parker, from the fifth floor,” Liz stated in a shaky voice. She could imagine that Max had raised his eyebrows at her stupid attempt at deception. Then, things began to churn in her mind. Max Evans, wasn’t that the stud who Courtney was bragging about? Liz hadn’t recognized Courtney as the woman she saw sucking face with Max, that night. Courtney was no whore, but she was a lot looser than what Liz wanted to be. Liz wasn’t sure what “going around the world” was, but she did know that she didn’t want to do it, at least with the wild man, Max Evans.

Liz heard a shuffling. Was he preparing to pounce on her? Would he rip her clothes off her as she imagined he did to Courtney? Liz did not have a picture of a naked Courtney pulling the clothes off of Max. Ladies didn’t act that way in Liz’s universe. “I am just getting comfortable in the corner,” Max said. “You might want to put your basket down. It might be some time before they get the system going again.”

There was noise again from the intercom. “Hey, Liz, are you trapped in that thing?” Michael’s voice asked.

In a still shaky voice she answered, “Yes, Michael.”

“That guy down there with you, is he the one you were talking about the other day?” Michael asked.

Again, the shaky voice, “Yes, Michael.”

“Liz, he’s not dangerous. He is spacey a lot, but he definitely does not pose a threat to you. You are safe with him until they get this thing fixed,” Michael stated.

There was another period of silence. “So, you are afraid of me,” Max stated almost like a question.

“Yes, I was,” that was about all Liz could think to say. Then, she continued, “The first day I saw you, you looked like you were stoned.”

Liz couldn’t see it, but Max could only shake his head. “Liz, that is the name they call you, isn’t it?” he asked.

That same shaky voice, she still had issues of trust about this man. “Yes.”

“Well Liz, for years my job has been pretty bad. Many times, coming home, I fantasize and almost forget where I am or what I am doing,” Max told her.

“Isn’t that dangerous?” Liz asked.

“Probably, but that is all I had to relieve my boring day,” Max explained.

“Look, Max, on many Sunday afternoons I have coffee with a group of women, including Courtney. The way she described your date, the other day, it was anything, but boring,” Liz related.

“Liz, Courtney thinks I am some stud. Frankly, Liz, I didn’t think I drank that much, but I don’t remember any of the date with Courtney. It is kind of embarrassing. How did I do that much and not remember any of it?” Max asked, slightly embarassed.

“Max, that story of Courtney’s is not very reassuring to me, being trapped in this elevator with you,” Liz stated.

“Liz, I wouldn’t ever hurt anyone, especially a woman. I was promoted a few weeks ago and I don’t even fantasize as much anymore. Look, I picked up my dinner and I am willing to share it with you,” Max stated.

“I don’t know, Max. The fact is that I need to go to the bathroom something fierce,” Liz answered.

“Well why don’t you come up here to the front, bring your clothes basket and we will say that the left rear corner is the little girl’s room and the right rear corner is the little boy’s room, if I need it” Max suggested.

“Max, are you suggesting we pee on the floor! Liz exclaimed.

“Liz, it is dark in here so there is nothing to be embarrassed about. If it takes an hour or more, we both are going to be very uncomfortable. We are lucky that there are just the two of us instead of a full car.” Max was trying to be practical.

Max heard the basket being placed on the floor opposite himself near the door. Then, he heard her move and he imagined he heard a trickle. “Now, if you feel better, why don’t you come here and share my supper,” He invited.

“Max, I have no way to wash my hands,” Liz said.

“Liz, I won’t fear your germs if you don’t. Come on and let me turn on my cell phone to see what we have here.” Max thought, Hygiene is good, but if Courtney was right, he certainly wasn’t afraid of germs the other night.

Max felt her warmth as she settled beside him. He had removed the different dishes and placed them on the sack. “Liz, I have a bottle of wine, but no glasses. I hope you are willing to share,” he said.

It was over two hours, before the lights flickered and the elevator slowly started moving. The car stopped at the fourth floor and Max stood up offering Liz a hand. “Max, I was lying. I was afraid to let you know on what floor I lived,” Liz confessed.

Max said nothing, but he nodded as the car progressed to the fifth floor. They were met, by a frantic Maria and a smiling Michael. “So, you are the boogey man, Max. You scared the life out of the lady. Keep awake! Don’t take those space walks,” Michael stated.

The apartment super would ground this elevator for a couple hours, while maintenance went over the mechanism to assure that it was functioning correctly. He also would clean and santize the car. He knew of the discomfort people could feel if they were trapped in the car for a long time. He, likewise, was glad that the car wasn’t crowded at the time. It was a mess last time.

Max was sitting at his desk. Tess had brought his paper and coffee. He was still trying to find out what he was to learn from that paper. Tess was busying herself preparing the office to function this morning. The door was open so Max said, “I was trapped in an elevator for over two hours last night.”

Tess stuck her head in the door. “What happened?” she asked.

“Turned out that the lady I was stuck in the elevator with, was terrified of me. She thought I was a pervert,” Max related.

Tess stuck her head in the door again. “Aren’t all men perverts to some extent?”

“Tess,” Max almost shouted. “I don’t think of myself as any pervert.”

The next time Tess passed the door she said, “Ah, sorry sir. I will have to make an exception for my boss.”

Max was sure she was teasing him, so he let it go without argument. “Anyway, we shared my take-out supper. Turns out that we have friends in common. They were worried about us being locked up for so long.”

Tess entered with a devilish smile, “See, even close friends worry when two people are locked up together and one might be slightly perverted.”

That evening, as Max was preparing to leave, Tess stopped him. “Max, don’t make any plans for the evenings that you can’t break for the next few days. Rumor has it that a big project is coming down and it is going to fall right in your lap. I will keep listening, but so far, I have no idea what the project is. I think this is a test from the fourteenth floor to see how you perform. We both are going to have burn a lot of late night oil. If you have anyone you need to warn about this, do so. I told my boyfriend last night. He isn’t happy about it, but that is the way the corporation works. Just be expecting this,” Tess related.

Max was thinking this was the first time Ms. Harding had told him she had a boyfriend. What did this mean with all the attention she had shown Max at work? Ms. Harding clearly had two lives. That was what Max needed.

Nothing happened on the way home from work. Max picked up his dinner and when he entered the elevator, it was empty except for him. Entering his apartment, Max placed his dinner on the table and for the first time in days, Max had nothing to do. Ms. Harding was so efficient, that Max was even ahead of managing his projects. Ms. Harding, Max was having trouble going back to the name Tess since he learned of her boyfriend. That is what Max needed, two lives. One at the office and one at home. Well, Tess had warned him not to make any plans for a few days. Let’s see. There was Courtney. He had heard that she had a boyfriend, even when she had spent the night with Max. Max didn’t mind. There was something unsettling about being with Courtney. Max wondered how Michael had gotten along with her.

Then, there was Miss Parker. They had finally parted on good terms. She decided that he wasn’t completely a pervert. Well, Tess had said that all men were a little perverted. She said that was just in their nature. Maybe, when this project that Tess mentioned was finished, Max would pursue Miss Parker to see where that would lead.

Max was still tired from the stress the other evening. When he was in bed, his dreams soon kicked in. They had been absent for sometime.

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Max was back in his office on the thirteenth floor. This time his office windows opened out to a magnificent view of the city. It was late and the city lights were twinkling. Max, wearing a dressing gown, was sitting at his desk. He could feel that he was not wearing anything under the dressing gown.

He could hear his secretary, Tess, moving around in the outer office. Max thought fleetingly, was she the same Tess who was his secretary in reality? She entered his private office wearing just her skivvies. What skivvies they were! Victoria had left few secrets uncovered when she designed Tess’s lingerie. She set a glass of warm milk before him. “Max, we have been busting our butts all night. Let’s call it quits for now and catch some sleep. You need to get more figures and I need to investigate more men for you to assign to this project,” she said with a yawn.

What were Kyle’s final comments about these all nighters? Max asked.

“He doesn’t like them, but with the salary I get working for you, we almost have the money for the house. When we are finished this weekend, I will screw the hell out of him for two days. I already picked out a diamond watch for you to send to Liz. I just need you to jot down something on a card,” Tess said.

“Where did you find that restaurant which delivered such good take-outs?” Max inquired.

“Janice told me. She says that she and Jamison use that place a lot,” Tess informed him.

“Set the alarm for six o’clock. I already checked with security and they said we were the only ones working late tonight on this floor. We should be able to shower and get dressed before six-thirty. That is plenty early enough to be back to work,” Max said.

Tess had already set the night latch on the outer door. That would keep cleaning out if one of them accidentally tried to empty the trash or something. Max locked his private door and turned to see Tess bent over setting up the couch/bed. Her ass under the thin material was very inviting. Max snapped off the lights and folding his dressing gown over his office chair, stepped naked into bed. There awaiting him was the also naked body of his private secretary or office-wife. Max did wonder what she meant about sending Liz a diamond bracelet. Max had only talked to Miss Parker that one time in the elevator.

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The alarm went off. Max reached over to shake Tess. There was nobody there. Max was at home, in his own bed and Max was very much alone. Showered, dressed, and facing his coffee and Danish, Max sat with one eye on the clock so he wouldn’t miss his bus. Max was prepared for work. A diamond watch for Liz, kept going through his head. Even Max wasn’t dense enough to believe that giving a woman something like that wouldn’t make her suspicious. What was his relationship with this Liz woman in his fantasy, anyway? What did she have to be suspicious about anyway? In reality, they had shared a dinner in a trapped elevator. There was the intimacy of arranging nature calls during that time. Did Max have some future with this woman outside his fantasy?
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The elevator scene comes from a tram car we had stranded a few years ago. It was packed. They stayed quite a while. Now, think that most people put off going to the bathroom, especially if they expect to be in their apartment in a short time. you have to do something.

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Remember Max and Tess have been working on a highly stressful project. Max wants to show his ability more than anything else in the world. This is a test for Tess also, she wants to show that she is a very efficient administrative assistant. This first all night working together, becomes one of exhaustion. they lie down on the couch as two friends and sex does not enter the relationship. On this job they are way too concerned about success to have time for sex. They are careless, tempting fate in this way. Please wait a few weeks before you form judgment on them.



Chapter 7

When Tess brought in his coffee and newspaper, she said, “Word has arrived that the project will be on your desk by noon. I think tonight we can each work at home. Tomorrow, be assured that we are going to work late at the office. Let’s get everything we already have on our table cleared by noon,” Tess was preparing to move out everything that Max had ready. This was a challenge for her also. This was going to be the first time she would have to spend the night working with and for her new boss. How would he hold up on several levels? It would be up to Tess to make sure he stayed on schedule and also, make sure that he didn’t break him self down.

That night, both Max and Tess carried heavy briefcases home. Max had the complete project to study and Tess had files and files of people she could offer Max for assignments. Kyle was not happy that Tess ignored him that night, but he would miss her even more tomorrow night when she informed him that she probably wouldn’t make it home. Kyle carefully did not inquire what all she would be doing tomorrow.

Max and Miss Parker both entered the elevator at the same time. “Max, since I am not afraid of you any more, would you like to come over for dinner some night?” she asked.

“Liz, nothing would please me more. For the next few evenings, I am going to be tied up. They gave me the biggest project I have ever handled. My secretary says she thinks it is a test of some sort,” Max said with true regret.

Liz nodded. Well, Max now knew that she was interested in him. She would have to wait to see if he would follow through. Liz also was a little nervous. How much of what Courtney said was true and how much was Liz ready for? That, also, was to be seen.

That night, after working on the papers, Tess had placed in his briefcase, Max had a very uneasy sleep. His mind was filled with numbers. The odd numbers were fighting against the even ones, the cost estimates were fighting against the time lines. Max slept, but he felt like shit the next morning.

When he came in, Tess remarked, “Max this won’t do. Look, go into your office and let me put everything on hold for a little while. When Tess returned to the office, she pulled a straight chair from the wall and ordered, “Max, take off your shirt and sit here. Max noticed that she had turned the night latch and also locked his private office door. Max stripped to the waist sat, while Tess, standing behind him, started at his head and worked down his neck. Her deft fingers loosened everything she touched.

Max replaced his shirt, but before he could get it tucked in his pants, Tess threw him a wash cloth and towel, she had gotten from his closet. Max wondered where they had came from. He had placed only one spare suit in the closet. What else had been placed there by whatever magic, his secretary used? “Go to the men’s room and wash your face in cold water. That, at least, will get you through the morning,” she ordered.

Now that Max had access to the main computer, he began filling in numbers. He was still busy when Tess came in. “Max, I am going to lunch with the girls.” She placed a Rubin sandwich before him along with a glass of iced tea. “Max, don’t forget to eat. When I get back, find time to start assigning personnel to the project. I have my notes finished, at least enough to start.”

As she left, Max remembered his fantasy secretary, Janice, and the time they made to go over their fantasy project. Some how, Max imagined that what Tess had suggested had nothing to do with removing their clothes.

By quitting time, Max had sent down at least a half dozen copies of parts of the project to those Tess had chosen to work with them. He had sent copies of his notes along with the encouragement to send back any changes, they thought necessary.

By six o’clock, Max had still a lot of computer time to get in. Tess came in, she was wearing shorts and a tee shirt. He noticed she had changed her hose and heels for a set of tennis shoes. Tess went to his closet and was pulling out a pair of slacks and a polo shirt, more magic Max didn’t know about. She handed them to Max. “Max, change into something more comfortable. Everyone has gone except for maintenance and cleaning.”

By half past six, Tess led Max down to the tenth floor lounge. There, she had laid out several items from a local restaurant. “Where did these things come from?” he asked.

“Janice told me about this place,” Tess answered.

Somehow, Max knew exactly what she was going to say. “We could have stayed in the office and worked,” he stated.

“No, Max, if we did that, we would throw the cleaning people off their schedule. They need to finish and go home. Remember. we have a lot of responsibility to many different people,” Tess replied.

As Max worked on the numbers, he saw out of the corner of his eye, his secretary padding back and forth in the outer office. Each time she passed his door, her arms were filled with files. To Max, her bare legs seemed more erotic than her hose under the short skirt, she normally wore.

It was near midnight when Max stretched, “Tess, I don’t think I can stay up much longer,” he stated.

“I agree, Max. I don’t know how many more files I can look at tonight. either. Set the night latch on the outer office. Security says we are the only ones on the tenth floor, tonight. They will probably leave us alone,” she said

Max entered his private office and Tess was pulling out the couch into a bed. She was still wearing her shorts and as she bent over to pull out the bed, Max wondered what she looked like without them.

“Max, strip down to your boxers and lie down on your stomach. Let me try to loosen your muscles. It will never do for you to be at work tomorrow looking like you did today,” Tess ordered.

Max wondered at the careless attitude in which she told him to strip. She could have been handing him a file or his paper. “Trust her instincts and if she fails, fire her.” That was the mantra That Max used in anything he had to do with Tess. Until she showed him otherwise, what Tess said was law. Max felt it strange, that with her, he didn’t even feel self conscious, when he removed his clothes.

As she worked on his body, Tess could feel him slip away. When she was through, Max was peacefully sleeping. Well Tess had given Max all the help she could. She carefully tucked away the condom she had placed under a cloth on his desk, and crawled into bed with him. Max was a good boss and she would do all she could to make him a success. If Max went to another company, he might take Tess with him. If he left business all together, Tess would be left with the reputation of being a great Girl Friday. For the moment, Tess was hooked onto Max’s star and it looked like it was rising.

The alarm went off at six. It was Tess who shook Max. “Come on, Max we have a new day ahead of us.”

Max rolled over as Tess stood up. In the light shining through the window, Max saw that she had pealed off the shorts to her panties. Did he miss something? Was there some implication that he was supposed to have done something more with Tess last night?

Tess picked up a dressing gown and went to Max’s closet. She laid out his spare suit along with a shirt, socks and underwear. Hurry, Max go shower and get back here. We want to be dressed by the time security comes by. Max found other things laid out in a little bag. Shaving equipment, tooth brush and paste along with deodorant. When Max returned to finish dressing, he found Tess in a fresh suit, her blouse crisp and her hose and heels in perfect form.

It was amazing how good Max felt. The last thing he remembered was Tess’s nimble fingers working the flesh of his back. He wasn’t stressed from the bus ride and Max found himself looking forward to getting back to work. Tess finished putting their suits and laundry in a cloth bag. “Hey Max, there is a dry cleaning/laundry just down the street. They will deliver our clothes back this afternoon. Janice said they did good work and were reasonable,” she called out as she made her way out the door.

When Tess returned, she found Max back at his desk. Tess was carrying a tray with two rolls and two tall cups of coffee. “The lounge coffee won’t be ready until about eight o’clock. This should tide us over until then,” she stated.

At lunch, Max went to the lunch room and Tess went to eat with her friends. Max noticed several of the men looked like he felt yesterday. There must be several execs who were being tested. The fourteenth floor was really pushing for some reason. Several men from other floors asked Max, “Did you pull an all nighter last night?”

Max nodded, “We surely did. But, I think we will be ready to put my project into production before this weekend or maybe Monday at the latest.”

“Come on, Max you don’t even look tired. What time did you knock off last night?”

Max shrugged, “It was sometime after midnight. We caught a couple winks on the couch and have been working since six this morning.”

What Max had to say was neither, interesting nor exciting. In fact, it was a little infuriating that he looked so fresh and even claimed that he was on schedule. So, the conversation turned to others in the room. “I worked until about ten. Then, I balled my secretary until after midnight.”

“We screwed most of the morning, but we are really going to have to work hard to catch up.”

“I am not as young as I used to be, or the secretaries are younger and more energetic. I feel like I have been run over by a truck.”

As their conversation went from exploit to exploit, Max thought, I am really lucky. Tess makes sure the business runs smoothly and she also, makes sure I run smoothly. Johnson said, “Trust in her instincts and if she makes a mistake, fire her.”

The afternoon was taken up with interview after interview. Tess had them all running smoothly and had wasted as little time as possible. At the end of the day, Max already had the initial phase of the project in production and he was two days ahead of his time line.

Tess came in at about three. “Max, what is it going to be? Do you want to pull another all nighter or do you want to chance that things will all work out?” she asked.

Max looked at Tess, “If we don’t stay tonight, what are your plans?”

Tess frowned, “I would like to mend some fences with Kyle. If you have something else I need to do, I will do it,” She stated.

“Tess, go home to Kyle. If we have to, we can work tomorrow night. I think there is a very good chance that we will be ahead of schedule and have the project running by this weekend,” Max stated.

Tess smiled. Max was a good man to work for. She had done all she could to take care of him and on nights like tonight, she felt he was taking care of her. A night with Kyle would make things at home much better.

As Max stepped into the elevator at his apartment building, Liz stepped in behind him. “What, no briefcase? Are you not working tonight?” she asked.

“No, we worked late last night and now are ahead of schedule. My secretary needs to be home tonight, so we agreed to take the night off. I think we will have plenty of time,” Max said.

“Max, if you can wait until seven o’clock that dinner invitation is still opened,” Liz said.

“You know, Liz, I think I would enjoy that. I don’t even want to think about work tonight. My secretary assured me, that she wasn’t going to think about work tonight either,” Max replied.

Max was sitting on a bar stool as Liz busied herself about the kitchen. “Max, what is it like where you work?” she asked before she thought of what he said about not talking about work.

“It is a little like an eastern religion. Things run on a cast system. Our building has fourteen floors on the elevator, but the thirteenth one is absent. The first few floors are taken up by, architects, researchers, technicians and engineers. The floors above those have the offices of those who manage or supervise the projects. I am on the tenth floor. I facilitate the projects. I decide who will manage parts of the projects and what engineers will be assigned to make them work. There are several others working on the tenth floor who do about the same as I. I think there are those on the next floor who are assigned more difficult projects. I have never been on that floor. The twelfth floor decides who will be responsible for the overall projects. The final floor, I have no idea of what they do. They are the bosses and the corporate executives,” Max explained.

“That sounds complicated,” Liz stated.

“It would be, except for my secretary. She is the genius of what I do. Ms. Harding keeps my schedule, she buffers between me and the outside world and she tells me if what I am doing is right or wrong,” Max explained.

“How do you find a person like that?” Liz asked.

“I understand some men go through hundreds of secretaries never finding anyone. I was assigned mine,” Max said proudly.

“It must be really unique to find someone like that. What is it like to work that closely with someone?”

It is relaxing. As she learns more about me, she is able to protect me from situations where I might fail. As I learn more about her, I learn to have confidence in her. I trust her with my future,” Max stated.

“What about your personal lives?” Liz asked.

“We don’t date if that is what you mean. She has a boyfriend and she expects me to keep my personal life out of the office. I don’t have that much personal life so that is easy enough. She is just somebody who is there when I need help,” Max was trying to understand at the same time he was explaining it to Liz.

Liz changed tactics. Maybe it was unfair, but Liz was very curious. “I understand you dated, Courtney?”

“Liz, I dated Courtney twice and I have no idea what we did either time. Liz, sometimes I have blackouts. I am having fewer since I got my new job so maybe they were stress related. Courtney and I double dated with Michael and Maria. I don’t have a car so Michael drove us. I remember up to the time Michael droped me off. From then on, I have no idea what Courtney and I did. What she says could be true. I just doubt it,” Max explained.

The way Max explained it, made Liz laugh. To Max, that tinkling laugh was beautiful music. They didn’t have long to talk in the kitchen because soon Liz was handing Max dishes to place on the table. Max’s sister would have been very happy. Liz had made a lot more than just two dishes of vegetables.

After Dinner, Liz said never mind, but Max insisted they had to clear the table and put away the leftovers, before they found themselves sitting on the couch. “So, you say that your secretary is the genius behind what you do. If she is that good, what does she need you for?” Liz asked.

“Liz, I have had almost ten years at the bottom. I have to decide how to actually do the projects. All of the engineers and craftsman are men and women who I have worked with for years. Ms. Harding has a good memory, she listens to things through out the company and she has good ideas. In a few years, I have no doubt that she could take over my job, but would she want to? I have spent the last several days looking at specifications, some of which, I do not understand. I do know engineers who will understand them and make suggestions on whether they will work or not. In that time, Ms. Harding has formulated a list of managers and technicians who can be free to work on our project. I could probably do that, but it would take time away from my study of the project itself.”

“Max, it sounds like you both do equal amounts of work. Do you get paid more than she does?” Liz knew that was pretty personal, but that was one of her pet peeves, men getting paid better than woman.

Max looked down sort of chagrined. “I probably do, Liz. That is one of the inequities of the corporation. As her boss, I will always try to give Tess every opportunity to advance,” he responded.

Liz raised her eyebrows. “Oh, it’s Tess is it. That is the first time I have heard you use her first name. Is there something more going on?” she asked.

Max chuckled a little, “No, we use first names when we are working on a personal basis. The rest of the time, when we are around our co-workers, it is Ms. Harding and Mr. Evans.” Max looked up at Liz. “Even though there is nothing personal between us, I think a lot of Ms. Harding and I know that most of my success is due to her efforts.”

Maria and Michael were talking. “Mikie, I want to double date with that Max friend of yours again,” Maria stated.

Michael looked skeptical. “I don’t know. I heard that Courtney is banging that football coach pretty hard. I don’t know if I could talk her into something even if I was to super charge Max again,” he said.

“Mikie, Courtney is your ex friend. I am not sure I like the thoughts I have of her in bed with you, even if it was a long time ago. No, I am talking about Liz. She had Max over for dinner tonight,” Maria stated.

Michael laughed. Maria was the only one who could get away with calling him Mikie and he would only allow that at home in private. Do you want me to jack Max up again?” he asked.

“Michael Guerin, you even think of doing anything to Max while he is out with my friend and I will see you with a rubber dolly sleeping on a park bench!” Maria exclaimed.

Michael was now really laughing. Finally, Maria sort of smiled. “You really did make Max into a super stud, didn’t you?”

Liz was getting worried. She had offered Max a dinner, because she was embarrassed that she had been so afraid of him. Even Max himself had, never explained the words of Courtney, to her. Would Max want some thing else? If this was considered a date, it was only a first date. Would Max, the super stud, want to keep up his reputation?

Liz needn’t have worried. Max had a lot of work ahead of him. Finally, he looked at his watch. “Liz, I can’t be good late company tonight. Tomorrow, Ms. Harding says we are going to have a very hard day. I have enjoyed the evening a lot. Sometimes talking about my self allows me to even understand myself better. Max stood and Liz walked him to the door. He took her hands and gently brushed his lips against her cheek.

Max had gone. He hadn’t been dangerous at all. Was she disappointed? He seemed to be a sensitive guy. He was willing to give his secretary a lot of credit in his success.

Liz leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes. What would it be like to work that closely with a man, without romantic involvement? The whole time Max was talking about his work, he never said anything except for praise of his secretary. He even was respectful about her boyfriend. Liz wanted to talk to Maria soon. Liz had blown Maria off when she called during Max’s visit. She had explained who her visitor was and promised Maria that she would return the call as soon as possible.

That little gal could surely fix a good meal. Max thought as he removed his clothes. She was attractive and smart. Maybe, there would be a future there. She didn’t work for the corporation. An affair at work was like fucking in a fish bowl. Wasn’t she already part of his fantasies?

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The thirteenth floor was becoming more crowded. Max was waiting in his private office. His secretary, Ms. Harding, knocked softly.

“Enter,” Max said.

Ms. Harding entered, followed by the woman, Janice. Janice approached Max, but said nothing to him. She turned to Tess. “Tess, if Max fails and it is something that you didn’t do, then you will be back in the typing pool. If you make a mistake, then I am sure he will fire you. You already see that the job of private secretary pays better than you ever received before.” As Janice was talking, she was helping Max remove his soft camel hair jacket. Janice handed the jacket to Tess, who carefully hung it in the closet. Janice stepped back and watched as Tess came up and carefully removed his silk shirt. That, likewise, was hung up carefully. Tess gently pushed Max back against the opened couch/bed. She knelt down and before her knee rested on the floor, Max briefly, could see the ruffles of her panties. Tess carefully removed his shoes and socks.

Tess stood and pushed Max back down on the bed. She bent over, her breasts hanging tantalizing in from to his face. Tess deftly undid his belt and with the admonishment, “Max lift up,” she slid his suit trousers off his legs. Tess now stood in front of Max as she removed her skirt. Her blouse followed and now she was before him in her frilly underwear. Max had seen that underwear when he was snooping in her closet. Tess still was wearing her high heels, when had she stepped out of her hose and garter belt? Max didn’t know how this was possible. Fantasies don’t necessarily follow any logic. Max looked around for Janice. She had disappeared. Maybe, she was in the outer office. Tess reached for someone’s hand on the other side of the doorway. That someone was brought into the inner office.

It was Liz.

Tess turned to Liz and began to un-button her blouse. “Liz, my job is to keep Max happy. The better you keep him happy, the less I have to do.” Liz turned slowly as Tess helped her out of the blouse. Max didn’t see what Tess did with the blouse. Standing behind Liz, Tess reached around and undid the belt of her slacks. The slacks dropped to the floor and now Max was lying on the office couch/bed with two beautiful women in their underwear standing before him. Tess faded to the doorway to the outer office and now Max was faced with Liz.

“Max, I am not a Courtney. I am not even a Maria and I have been closest to her all my life. I can never be as efficient as Ms. Harding. Can I be what you want?” Liz asked.

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The alarm went off.

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mary mary
valentinebaby


Chapter 8

Yes, Max was lying on his bed in his boxers, but he was in his apartment and there were no beautiful women standing there watching him in their underwear or anything else. Max had a hard day ahead. Showered and dressed, Max was now ready for work. He grabbed his breakfast roll and coffee and headed for the elevator. It was still early so there was no one else in the elevator car. As the car dropped to the fifth floor, Max reached over and pushed the stop button.

Parked at Liz’s floor, staring down her hall, Max could see her door, halfway down the hall. How did Liz look in the morning? Max remembered that when he awoke that Sunday with Courtney, she was sticky and sweaty from their activities the night before. Did Liz ever wake up all hot and sticky? Did she ever run to the shower and return so he could gaze at her glistening skin? Max shook his head. One date, a supper that she asked him to at the last minute, and Max was thinking of taking her to bed. That was rushing things, wasn’t it? Max had a job this morning. Tess would be waiting for him and she would expect him to give their work his full attention. Max resumed the elevator’s trip and walked to his bus stop.

It was still too early for the receptionist, but his office door was opened. Tess wasn’t there, but in his private office, a cup of coffee was on the desk along with sheets of notes, both from those who had been assigned to the project along with Tess’s notes about other people they could draft to get things started.

Drinking his coffee, Max heard Tess as she dropped a stack of folders on her desk. “Good morning, Max,” she cheerfully called out.

“Morning, Tess. How was last night?” Max answered.

Tess stuck her blond curls in the doorway, “Kyle isn’t happy about me working tonight, but I think he might understand. How was your night?” she responded.

“It was fine. I had dinner and conversation at a neighbor’s apartment last night,” Max explained.

Tess giggled, “Is she single, Max and if she is single, was conversation all you had?”

Max laughed, “You act like my sister. Yes, she is single. Yes, conversation is all we had after dinner. I just know her casually. I didn’t stay late. We have a lot of work to do today.”

Tess knew she had taken a chance. Was she now close enough to her boss where she could gently tease him? It was good news that he had a date. Courtney didn’t count. If Max was dating women like Courtney, he never would be in shape to work as hard as they had to today and probably into the night.

Max went over the notes from those working for him. He wrote:

Check you figures, use latest charts.

Good idea, run with it.

No, materials won’t hold up.

See Ed Hill in engineering, he has similar ideas.

And so forth. Tess would rewrite these so they looked like encouragement and not just criticism.

Looking at Tess’s notes, he wrote:

Yes.

Yes

No, too expensive.

Send this to the project chairman under my letterhead.

Tess had good ideas, as did the others who felt free to send him notes. Sometimes not seeing the whole project, they didn’t understand why Max had insisted on certain things. Max was thinking about what Liz had said, “What does she need you for?” Max had many years experience doing projects, that is what they needed him for.

Tess was eating with several of the secretaries. “If the son-of-a-bitch would keep his mind on work instead of trying to bang me all night, we might be caught up.”

Tess had to smile. Taking the night off last night, she felt better than any of the others at her table. Janice was tired, but she gave Tess a brief smile. Janice was holding her own, keeping her boss at his job.

At Max’s table he was the only one smiling. “Hey, Evans, didn’t you work last night?” someone asked.

Max shook his head, “No, we probably will work tonight. We both took last night off. My secretary wanted to stay home with her boyfriend and I spent the night at dinner with a neighbor lady.”

Conversation was mostly growling at each other throughout the rest of lunchtime. Most of these men were married, but they were all taking advantage of spending nights with their secretaries. Max was also taking advantage of his secretary by using her to get their work done. Tess was doing a lot for Max. That massage thing she did really brought him back to life.

Midnight was coming up. Max was dressed in causal slacks and a polo shirt. From somewhere, Tess had produced, a pair of very comfortable slippers for him. Max closed the last folder and leaned back. He and Tess would have to make some adjustments in their choices of personnel. All the other teams were also competing for workers. The fourteenth floor had made such a big push that all of the teams were scrounging for help.

Max walked into the outer office. Tess was busy typing at her computer. On the side of her desk were the lists of the latest available technicians. Max walked up and placed his hands on her shoulders. Max would never do this to a strange woman, but this was Tess, Ms. Harding, the woman who had become the better half of Max and his career. She was the woman who had ordered him to strip to his boxers last time and he had complied just because he trusted her instincts.

Tess closed her eyes and leaned back against the man behind her. He was her boss. Tess definitely had attached her star to Max. Just listening to the other women and their stories of office escapades, was enough to endear her boss to herself. If Max had finished his work, then together they could finalize the work assignments and Monday, they would be rolling. His hands felt so strong and so sure. Kyle was her love, but he had so many issues. As Max’s hands worked on her shoulders and finally up to her head, Tess had thoughts of something wonderful about to happen.

Tess felt Max lift her to stand. He led her back to the inner office. “Lie down on the couch,” he ordered. Tess was so tired she didn’t even bother to think what he meant. Max was gone for several minutes. Tess heard the night latch lock and then, she heard the inner office door closed and latched. Tess was so tired that she couldn’t make herself tell Max that she had condoms in her desk drawer. Max’s hands again on her back were so comfortable that she felt herself giving into sleep. If Max chose to do anything tonight, he was not going to find her a very energetic partner.

The alarm went off. Tess woke up immediately. She lay there for several seconds. Max was lying with his arms around her and holding her close. Her mind raced. Had she done anything with him that she had to feel guilty about? Janice had warned her that she might be called on to do many things to keep her boss happy and content. Tess had accepted the inevitable along with the job. Her question was had they done anything last night? She looked at his desk where she had placed the condom that they did not need last time. Memory came back telling her that she hadn’t taken time, last night, to pick up a condom. Tess looked down at her clothes. She was still dressed in the shorts and tee that she had worn last night. Tess sat up. Max, in his boxers, was still working his way through the cobwebs of sleep. Tess didn’t see any bulge of arousal in his shorts, nor and other sign of nocturnal activity. “Max, get up. We need to shower and dress before security comes by,” she said.

“We did it, Tess,” Max said with a smile.

Those words caused a chill to run through Tess. “Did what, Max,” she asked fearfully.

“We finished the project. A few more assignments, a meeting with the project leaders this afternoon and come Monday, the project should be rolling,” he said joyfully.

“Well, get your shower and hurry dressing, we still have several things to do before everyone comes in this morning,” Tess ordered with relief. She was back running the office. Apparently, they had nothing for her to feel guilty about today.

Just before noon, Tess brought a note into Max. “Mr. Johnson of the twelfth floor requests your presence at his office at eleven thirty,” she announced.

Max couldn’t help but shiver. “Relax, Max, I am sure he just wants to know how you are doing,” she admonished.

Max had visions of being sent to the principal’s office, at school. It always meant that someone had something to complain about. This fear still stayed with him as the elevator made its way up the two more floors.

No matter how far he had risen since the last time, Max still was sat in the outer office to wait. Again, his only entertainment was observing the secretary. Her short skirt, the peek-a-boo appearances of her panties as she moved about and her monumental stretches to exercise her breasts. It was the same as before. “Mr. Evans, Mr. Johnson will see you now,” she finally announced.

Max sat and twitched as Mr. Johnson perused the report before him. “How is the project coming?” Johnson finally asked.

“We finished the assignments and Ms. Harding is scheduling the conference room this afternoon for a meeting of the project leaders, I think we are ready to roll Monday. Most of the things are now out of my hands. My secretary says I still have be the cheerleader on the side, but I think the project is launched,” Max informed.

Johnson just nodded. “You know, there is a thousand dollar bonus for getting this project off on time,” he said.

Max shook his head. “No sir, I didn’t know that. I guess, I was too busy getting the project rolling to pay attention.”

“That is what I like about you Evans. You’re all business. You keep your eye on what is important. You keep this up and there might be several promotions ahead for you. The check will be delivered to your desk before you leave tonight,” Johnson imperially stated.

“Ah, sir, could you make two checks and make half of the bonus out to my secretary, Ms. Harding. She worked really hard and I understand she badly needs the money,” Max requested.

Johnson nodded, “Good boy, Evans. Keep the people well fed and well fucked. I will be glad to send both of you, part of the bonus.” Johnson stood and shook Max’s hand. “Keep up the work,” with this admonition, he dismissed Max Evans, a tenth floor executive.

When Max returned to his office, Tess had already gone to lunch. A deli roast beef sandwich was sitting on his desk along with a note. “Max, I had to get out of here for a while. Here is the speech I wrote. Make changes and I will retype it when I get back.

Max got a coke from the lounge and sat down to study the speech. There were a few changes he wanted to make as they just didn’t sound like him. When Tess returned, they both were very busy as they prepared for Max’s first meeting with those directing his project. The project directors had questions, but most of the questions, Max could answer. For those, he couldn’t, Tess, handed him a note with her take on the problem. At the end of the meeting, Max led the cheer as they all stood, clapping and Monday he was sure that the project would be under way.

Max looked at his desk. Somehow, he couldn’t believe that he had cleared everything. There was nothing to carry home in his briefcase. Tess came in and handed him an envelope. “This just came from the Twelfth floor. I had to sign for it,”

Tess departed. To Max, it seemed that she also was relieved that nothing else had come down to demand they work late again. She had told Max that she wanted to spend the weekend with her boyfriend, Kyle.

Max opened the envelope and, as expected, there were two checks, one made out to him and the other made out to Ms. Teresa Harding. Max stood and walked into the outer office. Tess put down what she was reading and looked up at him.

They hadn’t had time to talk about what happened on the Twelfth floor. Tess was sure that Max received a bonus of some sort. Was he going to ask her to go out and celebrate with him. Tess would probably go, but she really wanted to get home to Kyle.

Max shifted the two checks between his fingers and handed one of them to her. “Tess, I asked the bonus to be divided between us. There is no way I could have done this without your help,” Max stated.

Tess couldn’t believe her eyes. She hadn’t heard of a boss sharing his bonus with his secretary. The five hundred dollars would be really welcome to the saving she and Kyle were trying to make. They both wanted a house. Maybe, if they succeed in buying a house together, Kyle would feel confident enough to ask her to marry him. Kyle worked hard, but the armed forces did not pay all his medical bills. They were supposed to, but you know how that was. Kyle had a small internet business now and the fact that he was contributing to their saving, helped a lot. Tess couldn’t help it, she threw her arms around Max and kissed him soundly on the lips. “Thanks, Max we really need this.”

Max had deposited his check in the bank on the way home. He wanted to do something this weekend. So far, he hadn’t decided what that would be. In Max’s mind, there were dreams of, maybe, asking Tess to go out to celebrate with him. Would that really be fair? Tess had worked so hard and she was worried about the feelings of her boyfriend. Tess hadn’t said anything about Kyle, but Max thought there was more to their relationship than she let on. She surely appreciated the bonus money.

“Max, old buddy, Maria wants us to double again,” Michael jovially stated over the phone.

“Mike, I don’t know if I am up to another round with Courtney,” Max replied.

“That is okay, Max, Maria has been hearing the stories about you and Courtney and she has started to demand that I tell her every thing I did with Courtney. That is too hot to handle. How about your neighbor? I understand she forgives you for being a stoner,” Mike asked.

“Mike you know I am not a stoner. Yes, if she is not busy, I would like a night with our Miss Parker,” Max stated.

“Yeah, Max, I know you are Straight Arrow. Maybe, sometimes things happen. Maria has already set it up with Liz Parker. She did that before she strong armed me into calling you. See you Saturday night,” Michael hung up. “Are you satisfied, now babe?” he asked the blonde hanging on to his shoulder listening to everything he said.

“Yes and don’t you dare give Max anything while he is out with my best
friend,” She demanded.

“Aw, honey, I thought I was your best friend,” Michael said as he wrapped his arms around Maria.

“Yes, Mikie, you are my best friend in bed. I do have another life, though,” she stated.

As they walked back into their bedroom, Maria ignored his reply of, “Why?” as she started kissing him.

“Now Michael, let’s talk about you and Courtney,” she murmured.

Tess always rushed to kiss Kyle the first thing when she arrived at their apartment. As she bent down to kiss him, she said, “We finished our project. The boss was offered a thousand dollar bonus,” she stated.

“No more all night sessions?” He asked

“No, hun, thanks for being understanding. Until another big project comes along, we can get along with a few nights of bring-work home, but no all nighters,” Tess knew that this bothered Kyle. “The boss had them give me half of the bonus,” she announced. This was going to be tricky. Would Kyle accept that the bonus had been shared with her, because of her hard work or would he think it was for something else? Kyle did have dinner fixed and she wheeled him into the dining room.

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LovelyPOM83
mary mary
keepsmiling7
begonia9508


Chapter 9

“Sure, Maria, I just don’t want to get into something I am not ready for. I think Max is probably a nice guy, but what Courtney said still bothers me,” Liz explained.

“Liz, I can’t explain, but sometimes things are not as they seem,” Maria stated.

“Well, I guess it will be all right, if he behaves,” Liz said.

“Liz, you don’t want him to behave too much,” Maria giggled.

Max had his take out. He really should learn to cook. It had always been easier to just bring something home. His small apartment didn’t even have a real kitchen. As Max was taking off his clothes, he was thinking. At work, every floor higher was more luxurious. Here, Max was on the eighth floor and he had an apartment so small he could barely turn around. Miss Parker had an apartment on the fifth floor that was much nicer than his. Here there was no status about floors. He chuckled. Michael had guaranteed that Courtney would have all of her clothes off before she crossed the doorway of his bedroom. Given the size of his living room, she must have ripped them off awfully fast, or they must have crawled across the room. Would Miss Parker take her clothes off that fast?

Max had had a hard week. Sleep came fast, but there were many things that had to be exorcized from his mind.

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Max was on the thirteenth floor. He was standing in front of Tess in his boxers. “Max, please don’t do this. Don’t make me cheat on my boyfriend,” she cried as she stood there slowly removing her tee shirt.

Max remained like a statue, “Ms. Harding, we shared our work. We shared the couch and we shared the bonus. Don’t you think it is time we share each other?” the immovable Max asked.

Tess laid her tee shirt out on his desk. She now still had her shorts on and her bra. She was waiting to see if Max demanded more. “What about that Liz woman, you told me about?” Tess asked.

“What about her? She is not part of the corporation. I have not shared long hours of work with her. I have not lain on the couch, exhausted with her in my arms. Whatever she becomes to me, we will never have these long hours in common.”

As they were both standing, Max heard the lock of the inner office turn. There dressed in a nightgown, was Miss Parker. “Ms. Harding, you asked me to be here?” Liz inquired.

How did Liz get here? It was after hours and Max was sure that security had locked all the out side doors. Max had turned the night latch to the outer office himself. How did Liz get through all that security to this, his private office? How did she pass security dressed only in a night gown. As he studied the gown, by the light shining through it, Max could see that she was wearing nothing under it. Max could imagine riding all the way to the Thirteenth floor in the elevator dressed like this.

Liz turned to Max. “I am not like Courtney,” she said.

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The alarm went off and Max found himself in his bed.

There was a time when wearing a sport jacket was being dressed up, for Max. He always said that he wouldn’t be caught dead in a tie. Now, his daily uniforms were wool suits, white, carefully starched shirts, and ties. Ties, the ones he had chosen were the first things, Tess threw out. “Max, you don’t want to look like a TV evangelist or a used car salesman,” she stated.

Max had to agree that her choices were much better than his. Tess also had added to his suit collection. Max didn’t see why he couldn’t wear the same suit every day until he sent it to the cleaners. “Max, everyday you reinvent your self. Your suit always being the same makes you look like you didn’t want to cheerfully face the new day. That also goes with getting too many suits exactly the same color and cut,” She stated. Tess enjoyed shopping for a man. She remembered before the war when Kyle used to argue with her on how his clothes fit together. Now, for Kyle, the most comfortable slacks and shirts was all he wanted. Most of the time, Kyle didn’t even wear socks. Kyle never went out except for doctor’s visits.

Tess felt responsible for her boss. Her star had been hitched to his. Nothing gets by the secretarial pool so Tess well knew what the suits said about their secretaries. “Max, she is your office wife.” That was the least scary statement. Sex she could handle or fend off according to her judgment as needed. There was another statement which haunted all the secretaries, “Follow her instincts when she is right, if she makes a mistake, fire her.” All the secretaries and executive assistants lived with this. Tess knew of several secretaries who had been fired because their boss was an ass and had shifted his mistakes over to his secretary.

Now, Max was not trying to be dressed up. He only wanted to look good for Liz. He was tempted to call Tess and ask her opinion on what he chose, that would have been very unfair. Tess deserved time off from the office. She was just too good to over use.

Max walked to the elevator. He would travel down to Liz’s apartment. This time when he entered the elevator, Max had a good fuzzy feeling. True, again the elevator was taking Max to some unknown. This time Max just wouldn’t let anything dampen his happiness. Max had a wonderful secretary; she was truly from heaven. He was going on a date with a woman who he was sure that would be fun to be with. Max had finished his project on time. Giving half the bonus to Ms. Harding still felt so correct.

Michael said he would be by soon to pick them up. Max and Liz could wait in the lobby.

Liz met him dressed in a dress whose skirt came right to her knees. Liz was small, which translated into short, so she was wearing heels, but she had chosen medium height heels. Liz didn’t get out that much and she certainly didn’t want to appear clumsy as she might in really high heels.

Max helped Liz with her wrap and together, they walked to the elevator, which carried them to the lobby. The only events that occurred were the smiles they both gave as they glanced at each other. It wasn’t long before Michael and Maria arrived.

It is not the start of a date, but rather at the end when confusion reigns. Max had learned that Liz and Maria had been friends for years, just as he and Michael had been. For some reason, Liz and Max had never met. When Michael moved in with Maria, Max inherited another friend. If you liked Michael, you had to like, Maria. Any other friends that Maria had, had never crossed Max’s path. They had a good time and Max definitely thought, Liz is a good person to spend time with. Michael, in his conversation and in his actions, made it clear that he spent most of his leisure time in bed with Maria. As Max and Liz walked up to the elevator for their ride up to her apartment, both of them were worrying how they intended to handle that final confusing moment. She admitted that she had heard about his exploits with Courtney. Did she expect him to be a super stud or what did she expect, even more what did she want? Max was in a quandary.

Liz thought, some simple loving would be nice. A boyfriend who fitted so well with her friends, Michael and Maria, would be very convenient. Now, there still was that bit from Courtney, “He fucked me everyway he could. He had me go round the world twice.”

Maybe, someday, Liz would have a boyfriend with whom she could be totally free. A man who she would enjoy allowing total freedom with her body and soul. Right now, she wasn’t sure that Max was that person. Right up to the instant when Max took her key, opened her door and returned it to her, Liz had no idea of what she would say. She heard a voice as if from a distance say, “Max, would you like to come in for a few minutes?”

Max had leaned over for a kiss. He softly said, “Liz, I would love to.”

Liz led him straight to her bedroom and they sat on the bed, kissing and playing with each other’s clothes. Liz had his shirt off and his pants unzipped. Max had helped her remove her dress and he watched as she in her panties, garter belt, hose and bra, carefully hung her dress in her closet. “I will be back in a minute, Max,” Liz said as she retired to her bathroom. Max shucked his slacks, shoes and socks. Sitting in just his boxers, he looked around. On the nightstand on the side of the bed they had been sitting on, Max saw a box of condoms. It was new, so either this lady fucked a lot, or she had just bought this box for tonight. Max heard her clear her throat as she exited from the bathroom. “Max, I am not like Courtney,” she stated. Where had Max heard her say that before?

For Tess, Saturday night was a repeat of Friday night. Kyle’s legs were paralyzed, but his other equipment was definitely not. The only thing that bothered Tess was that Kyle insisted she stay on the pill and he, also, always used a condom. Kyle’s explanation was that, “What kind of a father would a cripple make?”

Tess wondered about this. Was Kyle really that fearful of fatherhood or did he worry that Tess had affairs at her office? Kyle stayed away from anyone in her office. He refused to attend the Christmas parties and such. It was as if Kyle didn’t want to hear anything of her activities in that place. Tess gave Kyle the best sex she could. With him, she was totally uninhibited. She realized that even her skill in bed, bothered Kyle. How had she become so practiced if she wasn’t carrying on where she worked? Kyle didn’t realize or maybe he didn’t want to face what she was willing to do to and for him. Tess read everything she could get her hands on trying to make up for his infirmity. His being disabled didn’t bother her. She was so willing to do with Kyle, anything that would give him pleasure.

What Tess didn’t understand was that Kyle had self-deprecation issues. What had he ever done to deserve such a loving girl? Wasn’t she just waiting to leave him and move on to a man who could give her everything she wanted? How could he compete with those rich suits she worked with daily? Max, what’s his name, was he banging Tess daily? Kyle didn’t yet want to lose what Tess did for and to him, but wasn’t there someone just waiting to take her away?

Max approached Liz with total tenderness. He was nothing like the stories of Courtney. There was even a slight disappointment in Liz as Max had been a good lover, but she had been prepared to fend off the reputation Courtney had given him.

Going home from Liz’s bed, meant dressing and catching the elevator car up three floors. Just as he did in his real memory with Courtney, Max had made love to Liz one more time before he left. As he entered the elevator, this was one time that the reality he had faced left no room for any fantasies. Liz was real and for once, on a double date with Michael, Max remembered everything that happened.

“Mikie, you promise that you didn’t do anything to Max?” Maria asked.

“No, but I bet your friend would have enjoyed the supercharged Max more than the real thing,” Michael told her.

Both Michael and Maria were laying in their bed, wet, hot and sticky. Michael thought, Maria made women like Courtney seem like amateurs. The difference, what Michael did to Maria, would not be on the morning news. Maria was definitely a girl who would not fuck and tell. Their life was treasured between themselves. If Max got it on with Maria’s friend, then Max and Michael could double date a lot. Michael liked Max, but Max worked too hard and Max was too reserved in his play. Max’s sister, when she worried about him, would always lean on Michael. Michael could just imagine what Max faced daily in that office. He also could imagine that Max took no advantage of what was offered. Michael was glad he didn’t work there. He would lose Maria in a minute if he had to be faced with that kind of temptation. No matter what else was out there, Michael did not want to lose his true love.

“Maria, Max was a doll last night. I don’t know who Courtney was talking about, it wasn’t ‘my’ Max,” Liz stated.

“Liz, I told you that there was more to the Max and Courtney story than you know. I am sorry I just can’t tell you more. You slept with the real Max last night. I’m glad you two ‘came’ together so well,” Maria said.

“There is only one thing, Max works close with that Teresa Harding woman. Is he having an affair with her or is it just work like he says?” Liz wondered.

“That I can’t tell you, Liz. I think that she is just Max’s assistant. If she is anything more, I don’t know. Did you suggest that maybe you and Max could double with Ms. Harding and her boyfriend, some night?” Maria asked.

“That is an idea. If there is nothing between them, maybe her boyfriend might like to know that Max also had a close girlfriend. Wednesday night, Max and I are going to meet for supper. He wants to see the opening of a wing of the museum after dinner,” Liz stated.

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Chapter 10

Monday, the project was now out of their hands. Max and Tess still had to keep an eye on how it came along, but unless the unforeseen happened, the project was up and running. Monday morning was slow. Max had heard that other teams were now working on extended time to finish up their projects. There was nothing coming their way for a while. Max wandered into the outer office and took a chair beside Tess’s desk. “Tess you told me once to let you know if I ever had outside appointments so you could schedule things around them if possible. That girl I had dinner with some time ago, I had a date with her this weekend,” Max related.

Tess looked up. She was genuinely happy for Max. She knew that he went home to a lonely apartment too many nights. A boss with a girlfriend, might he easier to work with anyhow. “Max, that is wonderful. When is your next date with her?” Tess inquired.

“I was going to take her to dinner and then catch the opening of the museum wing. That was the first project that we did together,” Max stated.

“That is a good idea, Max. You need to attend the opening of your first project and appearing with a pretty woman on your arm will greatly increase your credibility,” Tess told him.

“Did you want to attend that opening?” Max asked. “Maybe I should have waited until I talked with you before making my own arrangements?”

“Max, I would have gone with you, but this is your show. They don’t care about me. Kyle is having a hard time right now. I, truthfully, would prefer to go home to him,” Tess explained.

Max noticed that Tess made a notation in her daily about his date with Miss Parker.

“Maria, Max invited me to go to the grand opening of his first project, Wednesday. What do I wear?” Liz asked her best friend.

Maria was quiet for several seconds as she thought. “Liz, what does your party wardrobe look like?” she inquired.

“Not much, in college, getting dressed up meant just appearing in a dress and not in jeans with a tee shirt,” Liz explained.

“Liz, how does your credit card look?” Maria asked.

“I guess it can withstand a small hit if need be,” Liz replied.

“Liz, trust me. Look at this as an investment. If you think you have a future with Max, you are going to have to expand your wardrobe. Tomorrow, meet me at the mall. We are going shopping and I don’t mean at Walmart’s or Sears,” Maria decided.

Liz had never had a reason to stop in the first shop suggested by Maria. She had always considered it too expensive for her taste. They were met by a young lady, with a French accent. “How can I be of assistance to Mesdames?” the girl inquired.

Before Liz cold say anything, Maria spoke up. We would like to look at a black party dress,” Maria stated, like she shopped here everyday.

As the girl left for a minute, Liz leaned over and whispered, “Is that French accent real?”

Maria laughed, “Of course not. This place employs a French coach from the university. They think that their employees speaking with that accent gives the place class. I knew that girl when she was working at ‘Taco Bell.’ She is Hispanic just like me.”

Genuinely French or not, the girl came back and beckoned the two women to follow her. They went into a room surrounded by mirrors.

“Mademoiselle, might to try on one of these,” she indicated.

Liz reached for the price tag and Maria caught her hand. “Liz first we look at what she shows us and then we consult the price. This is an investment, remember?” Maria cautioned.

The first dress was backless. Liz could live with that, but the plunging neck line left her breasts almost hanging in the air. “Mademoiselle is young and she has the figure to wear this one,” The sales girl explained.

Liz shuddered, only recently had she began to feel comfortable taking her clothes off in front of a lover. To wear this dress, she felt almost naked. “How do you keep this,” she indicated the plunging neckline, “from flopping around?” she asked.
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“Mademoiselle, must learn to use the double sticky tape. It allows display without lack of taste,” she explained.

Maria spoke up. “That is an idea, what else do you have?” she asked.

The girl left for a minute. “Maria, I can’t parade around on Max’s arm half naked. What would he think?” Liz exclaimed.

“He might think he had a real treasure,” Maria replied. “Let’s just see what else she has to offer.”

The next dress was one that was strapless. It had a stiff bodice, but no straps to keep it up. Liz frowned. Maria spoke up. “Maybe, that is a bit over the top. May we see more?”
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“Liz whispered when the girl left for a moment. “Maria, I always had trouble keeping those things up. I never considered the constant adjusting you have to do as particularly sexy.”

“That is okay, Liz let’s keep looking,” Maria encouraged.

The next one was almost gauze material. “Mademoiselle, should pay attention to her lingerie with this dress,” the clerk stated. “You can be as risqué as you dare or as conservative as you want,” was her final statement.

Maria raised her eyebrows. “I might come back to look at that one, but I don’t think it is quite what we are looking for, now,” she explained.

The next one was a short dress. It was backless, but it did have a strap around the neck. Liz asked, “How do I get support in front if I feel I need it?” she asked indicating her bosom.
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“Again, there is the magic of the double tape. There are cups which will lend support and form, without detracting from Mademoiselle’s figure,” the clerk stated.

Liz nodded to Maria, and said, “How much is it?”

“It would cost Mademoiselle about $300,” the girl explained.

Liz started to quickly take it off when Maria grabbed her arm. “Liz an investment. You look stunning in it and you won’t be doing this everyday.”

Maria convinced Liz to purchase the dress and with the purchase of lingerie and high heels to go with it, Liz realized that she had spent her whole clothes budget for the year. Next Maria arranged for Liz to have a hair appointment Wednesday afternoon.

A lot of Liz’s apprehension dissolved when she saw Max’s face as he picked her up at her apartment. All the way down in the elevator, he kept casting sideways looks at the woman on his arm. “Max, I hope those looks are ones of approval,” Liz said.

“Liz, they are much more than just approval. You are stunning, tonight!” Max exclaimed.

The taxi took them to a restaurant. Liz had never been here before, but neither had Max. “Look, Max take her to the best place in town. I have already booked reservations. When you arrive at the gala, keep Liz close. The vultures will circle. Remember, you are the one to beat. If one of the whiz kids could steal your girl from you, they would do it. Remember that Liz might not have the experience to fend them off so you are going to have to do it for her. One last thing Max, do not mention anything about what I say to Liz,” Tess explained.

“Why, Tess? I am proud of what you help me with.” Max was confused.

“Max, women do not like to hear about what other women say or do with the man they are with. In the corporation, I appreciate all the complements you give me as your assistant. When you are with another woman, don’t allow yourself to even think any other women exist. Trust me, Max, as you always do. I know what I am talking about.” This was the last admonition Tess made as Max left for the evening.

Maria had been right, Liz was a show stealer at the event. Max casually introduced her to each of the well wisher’s who came by to congratulate him and also, to get a closer look at the woman on his arm. “That damned, Max, he has one of the hottest and most efficient secretaries in the corporation and now, he has woman like that on his arm. Fate is just unfair! Is he trying to fuck all the best women in town?” Could be repeated in many groups that night from the various executives.

Tess was also right, the only times Max was away from her side were the times she retired to the ladies room and when Max was called forth to say a few words. The small speech that Tess had carefully put together helped Max a lot. He did mention that his assistant and those who worked on the project deserved a lot of the credit for getting the project finished.

Each time Max was away from her side, he returned to find her surrounded by the young Turks who wanted to make the woman’s acquaintance. Several of them tried in vain to get her phone number or address. Liz had never been in such company, the fear of the situation made her fend off many of the advances. When Max returned to her side, she always noticed the suitors all disappeared. In the taxi ride home, Liz rested her head on Max’s shoulder. She was going to have to cut corners to pay for all of this, but when Max helped her take off the party dress, she thought, it was all worth it. That night two naked people pleasured themselves in bed. Max made love to Liz, but he didn’t try to fuck her everyway possible. Liz kept wondering would she have allowed him to do that if he wanted to? Would she have enjoyed it? Liz didn’t know.

Max and Liz were now an item. Evans and Harding were now the team to beat, and if not beat, to use as a target. Try to do as good as Evans, was the talk at the tables.

Evans and Harding were getting better and better assignments. Max was getting bonuses every time they finished ahead of schedule. No one except for Mr. Johnson knew that Max was sharing his bonus with his secretary every time. It wouldn’t do for this behavior to be generally known among the other secretaries.

Late nighters and all nighters were becoming more frequent. Kyle disliked this greatly, but Tess was so attentive to him and her boss kept sharing the bonuses, there was nothing real that Kyle could complain about. Maybe, he loved Teresa so much that he couldn’t imagine another man, against whom he couldn’t compete, not trying to take her away from him.
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