Another test ...

She had done it! She had taken the bait laid out by Ron. She had laid it all out on the table, eager to prove her worthiness. Much to his delight, she had done so without stripping down and running to him to suck his hardening cock. She would … soon enough! But it was the game that he was playing with her, making her forget that she had been **** by a blackmailer to be here. And if she hadn't forgot, she believed in her acting abilities, without knowing that he knew and controlled everything.

“Well,” the pause was deliberate, as if he were thinking aloud. “If you want to prove yourself, then that may convince me to hire you.” Before Jenny had a chance to register a coherent thought, Ron continued with the game. “Like I said, you and Missy have very similar 'assets.” It was only now that Jenny was able to register his emphasis on the last word spoken. “If you don't mind me saying so, Miss McArdle, both you and Missy are pleasant to the eye. The way you are dressed now, for example, it draws the eye of the discerning male. The majority of our clients, business associates, and employees are male; this is a very masculine oriented business. I've learned a long time ago, that where the eye travels, the mind follows. Having a beautiful woman at hand gives us just a little bit of an edge over our competitors. Missy understands this and dresses in such a way to draw men's eyes ...” There was a short pause followed by “... and occasionally a woman's.”

“I think you understand this also. You've dressed in such a way, knowing that you could flaunt your 'assets', hoping that would give you an edge in the hiring process.”

Jenny screamed in her head that the only reason she dressed like this, was because she was ordered to. However, there was a part of her reasoning brain that agreed with everything he was saying. His knowledge and expertise traveled well beyond the scope of business. He understood human psychology at its basest. His command of the conversation was just a continuing display of dominance and mastery.

“When you were filing the papers away, you made it a point to stick the shapely bottom of yours my way, ensuring I got a good look. You knew I appreciated the view and continued the seductive sway as you returned to your seat.”

Jenny was amazed that he was so perceptive, trapping her within a web that was seemingly woven of her own accord.

“This is the kind of skill sets needed for the business relations coordinator I was speaking of. Missy has the same walk, the same sway, the same knowing smile. So, as you pointed out, maybe you can replace the need for her to attend these various functions, allowing her to remain at the office and focus on the administrative aspects of her position. Do you think that may be something you may be interested in doing? Traveling with some of our executives to various places, setting up and manning booths? Helping to establish new contacts, while maintaining existing contacts? Socializing and entertaining contacts in order to promote ABC?”

Jenny couldn't believe her ears. Not only was she being offered a job, but one which included traveling around to big cities, and possibly other countries. This was not what she had imagined! This was a dream come true for any high school graduate. This was not ****, this was a reward! She was so beside herself, unable to speak, a warm rosy color flushing her cheeks as a wide smile spread across her face. “Yes,”she finally managed to squeak, trying hard not to scream in jubilant fashion.

The wolfish boss caught the hen and was ready to feast. “Like I said, Missy has all the assets and skill sets necessary to perform the job. Can you prove to me that you have the same, if not better assets and skill sets?”

Jenny's happiness was again ebbed by the premise of another comparison test. How many times was she to be compared to Missy? Would she ever be able to prove she was just as good, or if not better? Jenny was not about to let the receptionist / secretary ruin her chance at an enjoyable summer of travel and excitement while earning a respectable pay. A sense of competitiveness rose throughout her body as a will of determination took hold. She had promised to this wonderful man that she would prove her worthiness if given the chance. Now was her chance! 'Bring it on,' she told herself. She would take the test … and win! This time, with a firmness and resolve in her voice, Jenny smiled and affirmed she was ready to prove her assets and skill sets!

“Wonderful!” He had the unsuspecting female caught within the trap that he and Mark had prepared. He was sure he won the game he was playing, and was now ready to cash in his winnings.

“Miss McArdle, at these various functions, Missy has worn very provocative clothing in order to catch the discerning eyes I spoke of. Would you have a problem wearing such clothing for other men to look at? Would you have a problem wearing outfits that some might consider more revealing than a bathing suit? Missy has done this in the past, in order to create and maintain important business contacts.”

Jenny could feel the lump forming in her throat. This was not something that had even entered her mind when she had created images of her job position. What kind of clothing did he have in mind? What kind of outfits did 'little miss perfect,' Missy wear during these events? The mere thought of Missy elicited the green monster of envy from Jenny, steeling her resolve to one-up the one person that could prevent her from getting this job. “Yes! I'll wear whatever is necessary to promote the business.”

Mr. Roselle clapped his hands together, “Wonderful!” His voice was pleasant, firm and excited. “Miss McArdle, I know this may sound inappropriate, but may I ask you to remove your blouse and model for me? Can you walk to the door and back to the seat, as if you are trying to catch a discerning eye of a client? Can you do that better than Missy can?”

Ron knew the constant comparison to Missy would drive Jenny insane, pushing her to do things she might otherwise be unwilling to do. Nevertheless, they were things she needed to do anyway, if she were to meet the demands Mark had set out for her. He knew there was no way out for Jenny. She had to do it. She was going to do it, whether she wanted to or not. What excited Ron, was that he was making her believe it was her idea to do it, proving that she was better than an established, worldly, experienced woman!

Jenny's face twisted into more of a scowl than anything else. The constant comparison to Missy was pushing her closer to the brink of explosion. And the way he kept referring to her as 'Miss McArdle', and his receptionist/secretary as 'Missy,' was not lost on her either. He was playing with fire, and pouring gasoline all over it, pushing Jenny to not only do what he asked, but to do it with such flamboyance, that it left no doubt, she was determined to outdo the one she was constantly being compared to!

Jenny leaned forward, giving the owner a generous view of her cleavage, slowly raising her ass out of the seat till she was bent nearly in half. Like she had seen in some movies, she imitated being a stripper, slowly and teasingly undoing the buttons to her blouse one at a time, giving tantalizing glimpses of the black, silk lace bra. She pulled out the bottom and finished undoing all the buttons. With a seeming practiced flourish, she removed the blouse, allowing it to fold onto the seat. Turning her back to the man behind the desk, she walked seductively, towards the door, her hips swaying side to side with each step, each supple ass cheek rising and falling in syncopation. She reached the door, placed her hand upon the handle and turned her head to look over her shoulder, giving a seductive smile to the powerful man. Jenny turned on her toes and repeated the walk back to her seat, much like she had when returning from the file cabinets, albeit this time without a blouse.

Ron was thrilled to watch the young lady boldly perform for his delight. He would have the opportunity to relive this moment in eternity, thanks to the hidden surveillance cameras recording everything. Of course, he would share this with his companion, in reciprocation for other videos he had in his possession. However, now was the time to continue his little game.

“Very good Miss McArdle, very good. I can see you are quite capable of capturing the discerning eye, just like Missy. But as I said, there may be times when you might require to wear something, let's say, more revealing? I have seen Missy showcase much less, in order to capture the attention of someone that may require a little more … attention? Would you be willing to remove the skirt and parade around in something similar to a bathing suit, in order to help the company garner a sale? Would you be able to do that, just like Missy does when needed?”

Jenny was trapped. She had played into his little game. Due to her foolish pride and her envious jealousy of Missy, Jenny allowed herself to go this far. She had willingly taken off her top, pranced the office in her lace bra, showing off her body, all to prove a point. Now the ante had been raised, and she didn't have a winning hand. She wasn't sure if she was able to bluff her way out of this one, nor was she sure she really wanted to. Her sense of reasoning won out and allowed her to speak out in honesty.

“But sir, I'm not wearing any panties right now!” The immediate rush of heat rose through her cheeks, the crimson color blatantly obvious.

Ron knew she wasn't wearing any panties; it had been prearranged. This was his game, and he was pushing all his chips to the center of the table. He knew there was no out for Jenny. He knew she'd do it eventually. Hell, he could even make her do it outright. But drawing it out in this manner was so much more delightful to him.

“Well Miss McArdle, that definitely gives you an advantage over Missy.” Again there was an inordinate pause before he continued. “That is, if you decide you want to prove your worthiness of the position.”