Prove the Patriarchy

"Ulla, come here. Let's discuss your article."

There was nothing warm, or friendly, about the way she got up from her chair and took slow, judgmental steps towards me. To her, this was not a legitimate session between a writer and an editor. It was a travesty. Once we were face to face, she crossed her arms in front of her body, intending to make a very clear roadblock between us. But it did squish her perk, mid-sized boobies nicely. I couldn't be afraid of a woman who was this sexy, no matter how hard she tried.

"Yeah? Let's get this over with."

"Actually, Gretch sai- I mean Gretchen said we could use her office. To get some privacy, you know."

Ulla glanced at Sophie, who was so into her writing, she didn't even notice us talking.

"Seems pointless, but fine."

I took a relaxed pose on Gretchen's chair, as Ulla sat opposite to me on the other side of the desk.

"Don't get too comfortable.", she said snidely.

"Really? I'm not so sure. As far as I know, Gretchen's 'secret mission' is going to take a while. And to be honest with you... And this obviously stays between us... She might be moving up the chain."

"What? Really?"

"So, you know, this could be a more permanent thing for me. Who knows?"

I noticed a small shift in Ulla's attitude. The fact that I would be her new boss? Maybe she should be nicer to me?

"That's... well, that's something, I guess. Why you though? Weren't you almost fired already?"

"I think I got lucky. I think they saw that this is a better fit for me. Yeah. But you should know, Gretchen has given me full editorial powers already. So what I say, pretty much goes."

"Aha."

"And... You need to understand this. Because your article... it doesn't meet my standards. The magazine's standards. I'm scrapping it."

She stood up.

"That's absolute fucking bullshit! You know how long I worked on that? Almost two weeks! I never work on a piece that long! You better have good fucking excuses to completely scrap a piece I've worked on for that long!"

"Ulla. Calm down. Sit. I will explain everything to you."

She took a deeper breath, and settled back on the chair. (ULLA: +2SP) (-41SP)

"Now, obviously, that's not an argument. How long you worked on it doesn't matter, if the end product isn't up to par."

"Yeah, you're right. They point is that a fucking man is trying to stifle my voice! You couldn't ask for more better proof of my article than this! Patriarchy is still running strong in the fashion world, and we need to speak against it!"

"Yeah, let's get to that. Your claims... You provide no proofs here. This article is purely emotional. Every single thing you talk about here, like about fashion world ruled by men, is not provided by facts. Where's the statistics? All you provide are some disputed anecdotes. So many examples you give are based on assumed "knowledge". And what's your big final argument here? Women's clothes are made for the enjoyment of men? Yeah, so what? Men's clothes are made for the enjoyment of women too!"

"Excuse me? How could you miss the point that hard? The point is about SYSTEMIC oppression! And that goes only one way, asshole! And there's not one single goddamn thing in that article that's not true or proven by facts!"

"Oh yeah? Well, here's an example. 'The society does not allow women to wear clothes they would find enjoyable. Easy, free and open stuff is frowned upon. No, if they want to be professional, the clothes have to be stuffy, boring and conservative. Why? Because men. If they even see a cleavage, that's all they can focus on. We are **** to wear what men want us to wear."

"Yeah?"

"Well, that's nothing but an assumption. I see no data here. All I know is not that does not apply to me, so it does not apply to all men. I could handle any cleavage any day, and it wouldn't steal my focus one single bit."

"Are you kidding me? You?"

"Yeah. It's because of stuff like this. Just a bunch of assumptions. I'm sorry Ulla, but either provide some proofs for your claims or I'm going to bin this."

It wasn't too obvious, what I was striving for? Right? I mean give me some leeway, I only thought of this plan five minutes ago.

But amazingly, it seemed to work. The fact that Ulla had a pretty easy opportunity to stuff my words back to mouth, and embarass me... She got up.

She took off her jacket, and threw it into the corner of the room. Then she pulled down on her blouse, until her cleavage was completely visible. (ULLA: +8SP) (-33SP) Oh, what a glorious cleavage. True boob paradise, right in my face. One small layer of fabric separating me from seeing her full glory. Oh how long I wanted to see Ulla strip down even to this level. I couldn't take my eyes off.

She coughed. I finally looked up, and saw her grinning face.

"You were saying, Jack?"

I tried to look embarassed, as if she had somehow just caught me being hypocritical.

"We-Well, you know... That was unfair."

"Bullshit. You couldn't be more caught red-handed. Now publish my article or I'll take this issue to Maria."

"Oh please. Maria doesn't want to be bothered with this stuff, you'd only make her angry. But fine! I'll give that to you. You made one factual claim in your article. But that's just one. Of multiple."

"Oh, try me. I'll argue every single claim I've made all day."

"Fine. Well there's this one too, for example. 'Not only are women restricted in their clothing, they are also restricted in their moving. Every single move they make have to be calculated, as not to invite men to sexually harass them. They cannot enjoy one single moment of freedom in the workplace.' Come on. Seriously. Do you think we still live in the 50s? Time has moved on, Ulla. Women aren't constantly harassed. Once again, every single part of that paragraph is assumption."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Prove it or say goodbye to the article."

I had challenged her. The game was afoot. She was forming a plan. Suddenly, she took an intentional swipe at some notepad on Gretchen's desk. It fell on the floor, right next to my feet. (ULLA: +8SP) (-25SP)

"Oh dear. Let me just pick that up."

She sauntered sexily towards my side of the desk. She turned her back to me, and then bent at 90 degree angle, and began very slowly picking up the notepad.

The hot-ass-hell buttocks swinged in front of my face, side to side, like a pendulum. Sure she had pants on, but this close and from this position, I could even see the outlines of her panties. I always knew she had a juicy ass, but this close... Oh God. I think a part of me just blacked out, and I woke up a second later with my hands grabbing Ulla's ass.

She screamed and jumped away from me. I got up too, instictively ready for a fight.

Instead, she just started grinning again.

"Oh my God. I knew you were easy to manipulate, but this is ridiculous. All men are disgusting pigs."

If she only knew who was manipulating who here.

"Publish my article or I'm going straight to HR to make a sexual harassment complaint!"

Yeah right, I'm sure Ulla would like them to hear my version of the events. You know, with her presenting herself to me like a horny baboon. But I'll play along. I'd already gotten 16 points and a nice squeeze with this act.

"Okay, fine, you made your point. I'll publish it."

She chuckled arrogantly, and picked up her jacket.

"Just make one fix. Remove this part about men wanting all women to be just submissive slaves. I for myself prefer strong, independent women. So it can't be true. And that part is not that well written, really."

She contemplated, and took two steps towards me, until she was just five inches from my faces.

"Are you sure, mister? I mean, I don't want to, but I'll do it, if you really really want to."

She was playing with my tie now. If she kept that up, I couldn't hide my erection anymore.

"But if that's what master... I'm sorry, mister, wants, I guess I have to..."

"No, you know what... Keep it."

She made an exaggerated girlish giggle.

"Oh, thank you master!"

She hopped to the door like a happy schoolgirl. Then she stopped, turned around, and gave me the coldest middle-finger salute humanly possible, and she left the office.

Oh yeah, no points for that one. I didn't form it as a command.

But after that display... it didn't really bother me that much. I was in no huge hurry with her.