Formalities and Good Feelings.

“But I just started!” I joked as I moved sideways between the couch and the coffee table. I looked down to watch my step and noticed that the couch where Patricia and I had been engaged… was completely soaked. Damn! I knew she was wet but… damn!! I looked up at Patricia and saw she had a hungry look in her eyes as she stared back at me, standing lewdly with her breasts exposed and her skirt still pushed up a bit, almost revealing her sensitive parts below…

Whew… what a girl! I thought as I pursued Alex, her behind swaying seductively as she walked across her enormous office to the door. She reached it before me and turned to wait for me. She had an amused expression on her face as I approached her.

“What?” I asked.

“Hmm, how shall I put this…” She said thoughtfully, “it seems as though Patricia has left you wanting something?”

What does she… OH god…

I felt it before I saw it, but I looked anyway. I had a raging boner pushing against the front of my pants. I stood there like an idiot… completely unsure what to say or do.

Alex stood there staring at my crotch for a good 8 seconds before she said, a curious expression on her face, “How big is that thing anyway?”

Ouch. Little did she know, she hit a sore spot with me. I cringed inwardly, but it must have shown on my face as she looked up and said, “I mean, from the look of your pants… oh.” She tilted her head slightly sideways.

I blushed and did a half-ass job of covering myself by clasping my hands together and looked to the side. Alex just stood there for a minute, processing. She looked a bit confused.

“I er… I’m a little on the larger side.” Ugh! I hated having to admit it. My sisters and Mother had such nice, sensible, even cute sized penises. Mine was on the freakish side.

I stole a look at Alex, sure I would see a look of disgust or amusement. To my surprise… she seemed unperturbed. She just looked at me blankly.

I stared back at her, at a bit of a loss for words. I had thought she would have some sort of reaction… I looked down at my hands, wringing them.

“John.” Slowly, I looked up at her and she said, “I would like to remind you of the story you told me about your sister in our store.” I blinked and she continued, “Your sister had been made fun of, due to her larger size I believe you had stated?” She looked at me, the question in her eyes. I nodded to her. She nodded in turn, “I would like you to know, company policy doesn’t stop at the doorway of our stores. It continues beyond that into our personal lives. I would not accept any of our employees disrespecting others in that way, at any time. Disciplinary action would be severe.”

She took one hand and placed it gently on my shoulder. “This is the last place I want you to feel embarrassed about yourself. Part of Rad Hatter philosophy is to make clothes that make you feel great about being you.” She emphasized 'you' by slightly squeezing my shoulder. I started to get a warm feeling in my chest and I smiled at her.

“I’m not sure what kind of hang-ups you have about your body, but we’re our own worst critics when it comes to self-image.” She stepped in and spoke in a low voice, her eyes flicked to Patricia and back to me, “Patricia is self-conscious of her breast size.” I nodded slightly, having already figured that out, “When you told her… what you told her… she wasn’t the only person who was touched by that sentiment.” The right side of my mouth perked up a little as I felt the sincerity of what she was saying. “So, when I tell you there is no other person who I would rather have as my PA,” she tilted her head forward slightly and looked me right in the eyes, “I mean it.”

I felt such a variety of emotions at this point. On one hand, I was so happy to have made such a good impression on her. On the other, I was even happier to have personally touched her on the level she described. On yet another hand… I was a bit embarrassed about having to admit to my own perceived dysmorphia, though it was greatly assuaged by Alex and her seemingly forthright nature.

I went to thank her, but as I did she interrupted me by stepping back and sticking out her hand.

“Johnathan Jackson,” she used my full name for the first time, as it read on my resume, “I would like to formally welcome you to the team.”

With a light heart I took her hand and grasped it firmly. She did the same and we both shook. When we were done, I noticed I no longer had my “issue” and so Alex opened the door and led me out into the hallway. I closed the door behind me and we walked towards the elevator.

“Okay, so there were just a few things I wanted to go over with you so you can feel prepared for tomorrow.” Alex said. “Work begins at 8:00am, you will be allowed two fifteen-minute breaks to use at your leisure throughout the day and a half hour at lunch. Do you smoke?” She looked at me as she touched the elevator’s down button.

“No.” I answered. “Never.”

“Good, that always goes over better with clients.” She said. I was a bit confused over that, but shrugged it off.

The door opened after a few seconds and she held the door for me. Always so chivalrous. “Thank you.” I said as I stepped inside and leaned against the back wall, my hands on the metal support rail. Alex stepped in and selected “M” from the options, then turned to face me, “This job…” She paused to think for a second, “will certainly test your limits I think. That being said, you will never be expected to perform a duty that is beyond what you feel you can handle.” She looked pointedly at me, “I will go over in greater detail what that means tomorrow. I just want you to know that even if I am your boss, I will not **** anything upon you.” She leaned against the wall adjacent to mine, “That being said, I will expect your best work at all times.” I nodded and she continued, “You will be held to a greater degree of responsibility to do so not only because you are a personal assistant,” but looked intently at me, “but because you are my personal assistant.” She emphasized 'my' and stared at me, looking for my response.

I met her gaze and said, “I understand.”

“Good. I’m glad. There is one more thing.” As she said this, the elevator slowed to a stop and produced a shrill “DING”. The elevator door opened and she hit the button to close the door. It slid shut and she said, “Everything…” she stepped towards me and repeated, “Everything… that goes on in this office is confidential. What went on today in my office, nothing will be said of this.”

I gulped and nodded. She continued, “There is a reason you are paid out so well should you choose to discontinue our business relationship. There is a reason continued payment may be arranged, even after we part ways.” She looked as cold as ice. “I truly hope it does not come to that.”

I waited to respond. I wanted to weigh my words carefully. “I am not planning on leaving. You have more than shown me you care for your employees. I have no reason to expect you would treat me differently.” I shifted my weight on to my other foot, “However, should it come to that,” I emphasized ‘should’, “I think you will find I am an honorable person, and would never think to expose anyone in the organization.”

She stared into my eyes for quite some time. Then she nodded slowly and said, “I believe you.” She stepped back from me and hit the ‘Open Door’ button and the door slid open. I stepped past her into the quiet parlour and turned to face her.

She smiled at me and said, “I’ll see you in the morning, John.”

“8:00am sharp, ma’am.”

She stepped from the door back into the elevator. “Good evening.”

I managed to sneak in a quick, “Good evening!” just before the elevator doors shut. Then I took a look around me. It was rather empty without Patricia there, tapping away at her keyboard. Oh that reminded me… Patricia was waiting upstairs for Alex… Oh god, let’s not think about whatever they’re going to be doing up there… Or you’ll have another problem on your hands.

I cleared my throat and my mind and walked towards the exit.

Home time.