"How many different outfits do you have for work?"
She laughed, "That's not very personal, the best thing to do is get about 3 or 4 skirts and 5 or 6 blouses and then you will have loads of different outfits."
"That sounds like a lot of cost."
"Doesn't have to be, they don't all have to be expensive, just make sure you have at least two special outfits for the days we have important clients coming in. He likes to impress them with a more professional set up. If you like, I'll go shopping with you."
"Oh thanks Emily. That would be great."
"Can I say something personal to you now?"
Seeing her nod, she carried on, "You really should shave your legs. They look very hairy, even under those tights. I get mine waxed, you should try it, no need for tights then most of the year."
Embarrassed, she looked down, seeing the hair herself, "Thanks"
That night she shaved her legs and found another white blouse in her wardrobe. The following day she was to go shopping with Emily for badly needed clothes. She had enjoyed her first day, all of the stuff Emily was teaching her seemed to be just plain common sense and not too difficult.
James was in the office on the next day to greet her, with a kiss on the cheek and a big smile.
"Did Emily tell you about the Tuesday team meetings?"
"No."
"We have a management team meeting. Emily takes the minutes; you should come as well today."
"Ok James."
"Here, you call me Boss, ok?"
She looked at him strangely, but seeing him smiling at her, "Ok Boss."
At 10.00am both ladies went to the team meeting. The management team was made up of James and five other guys, one of who had replaced William until his return. Lydia looked around the large table, knowing four of the guys, Tony the Finance Manager, around the same age as her, John the Operations Manager, about 40, Jim, the HR Manager, in his 50's as well as James, who spoke.
"Guys, you all know Emily is leaving us at the end of next week and you also know that poor William is still recovering from his accident. I have asked Lydia, his wife, who some of you know, to take over from Emily and I am glad she has accepted. I am sure you will join with me in welcoming her to our small team here. Let me introduce the team to you Lydia. Of course you know Tony, John and Jim" who all nodded at her with a smile, "The others you may not know as they are relatively new. This is Alan, he is our new Marketing Manager and the last guy there is Frank, who has taken over from William until he is back with us."
She looked at the two new guys. Alan, who she put at about late 20's, was very tall and fit looking. Frank was about mid 40's and was very overweight and balding. They both stood and shook her hand as did the others. She was told to sit next to James, Emily on his other side. She sat there, impressed with the management team discussions for the next two hours, only interrupted when the ladies serves some coffee and croissants. She watched as Emily took many notes, wondering how she kept up with all that was being said. Many times during the meeting she found James and some of the others looking at her, in particular at her breasts, which made her uncomfortable. She also caught James looking down at her legs, her skirt having raised a couple of inches above her knee. She was thankful when the meeting concluded and the ladies left the room.
"How can you keep track of what everyone is saying?"
"Oh, you just have to pick up on the important bits, summarise what's being discussed and make sure you pick up on action points and who to apply them to, don't worry, you'll get used to it."
"I'm not sure. I don't even understand what they are talking about."
"That will come in time. I will take you over the minutes for the last number of weeks and explain how it all works."
"Thanks Emily, you're being very kind."
"Remember I was in your shoes once, I know what it feels like."
She went on to tell her that she only took this Job when her Husband died in his 40's from a heart attack. Like Lydia it was her first job and James' father, also called James, had offered her the Job as her husband had worked for the company. She had learned on the job and had come to really enjoy serving her Boss for many years. It had given her many new experiences over the years. Now that young James was in charge it was time for her to retire and hand over the reins to another secretary.
Lydia was a little surprised by her terminology but said nothing. After leaving work they headed to a shopping mall in a town about 20 miles away. Emily had told her that there were good reasonably priced shops there. They went to a ladies fashion store where Emily was greeted like a good customer of long standing, with a hug and kiss from the store owner.
"Emily, it's great to see you again, it's been a while."
"I know Mags. I'm retiring next week so I've had little need to buy much new stuff."
"Oh, I heard that old James has passed the company onto young James. I guessed that you might hang up your boots because of that."
"Well you know how it was. It's the right time to go."
Lydia listened to the exchange between the two women, curious at what was being said.
"Mags, this is Lydia who is going to replace me and look after young James."
"Is she indeed," smiling at Emily and looking Lydia up and down," Interesting, you are very welcome Lydia."
"Thank you," while at the same time getting a little concerned about the conversation.
"Mags, Lydia's Husband had a bad accident and James has offered her the job to help out. We need to get her a work wardrobe."
Looking at Emily, "Sounds like a familiar story. Like father like son, eh. They are good men."
"Indeed they are. I am sure Lydia will get on as well as I have."
"You are difficult boots to fill Emily. I am sure she will get on fine."
It was almost as if Lydia was not there as they discussed her, making her feel uncomfortable.
"Ok Lydia, lets measure you up," taking a tape measure, "Oh you are a big girl, 34 DD, impressive," making her feel even more self-conscious.
"Ok go in there and strip to your undies. I'll get some outfits."
Lydia went into the dressing area behind a slim curtain, taking off her skirt and blouse, standing there in her plain undies. The curtain was pulled aside to expose her to the store floor. When she went to pull the blouse around her, the women laughed.
"Don't worry, it's only the three of us, I have closed the store."
Putting down the blouse she was very conscious of the other two women examining her body closely, seeming to take their time in doing so. In particular they seemed to be looking at her plain undies and her large breasts.
Mags handed her a number of blouses which she tried on one a time, the others passing comments on the shape and fit. She noticed that all were more low-cut that she would buy herself. She also realised that she was left in her panties the entire time. Then they started giving her skirts to wear, all the time leaving her in her bra. She found the experience very strange.
The skirts ranged from knee length to mid-thigh, some more formal than others, some of very light material. Then she was asked to wear skirt/blouse combinations before Emily stated that they would take all of them.
Lydia looked in panic at her, "Emily I cannot afford all of these."
"Lydia, you don't need to work about that. James is paying for your work wardrobe."
"I can't allow him to do that."
"Lydia, you have to learn he's the Boss."
"Now, let's get you some new shoes, handing her a pair of black heels to try."
After choosing five new pair of shoes, all heels, between 2 and 5 inches, different colours including black and red, Mags turned to her.
"Now we need to sort your underwear."
Lydia jumped back, "What do you mean, I can get my own undies."
At this stage she was dressed only in her undies and both ladies looked down at her plain white panties with some disdain. She looked down herself, wondering why her undies were important.
"Lydia, a lady should always feel good. You have some lovely clothes now, you should have some nice undies to wear under them, that's all we're saying," seeing the worried look on her face.
"But James cannot pay for my undies."
"James won't know. I won't be giving him details of the cost," both women laughing, "What's the harm in feeling nice."
She looked at the two of them, still worried but seeing the friendly smiles on their faces, "I guess so."
"Ok, take them off and let's see what suits you."
She stared at them, "Now?"
"Of course, we need to see what looks nice on you, come on, don't be shy, it's only us women here."
Very shyly she took off her bra, her large breasts falling a few inches. She was stunned when Mags reached out and cupped her hands around them, making her jump back.
"I'm just trying to see how firm your bra needs to be," as she walked to the lingerie section of the store, "Take off your panties and follow me Lydia."
She walked out to the floor of the store, naked, looking around to make sure that no one else could see. Both women looked over her body, seeing a woman who had looked after herself, not looking her age at all. They seemed to linger over her breasts and hairy pussy.
Leaving her naked on the lower half of her body, she tried on different bras, most of which pushed her breasts higher than normal, making them appear firmer, but still very large, She was then asked to wear different panties, some tighter than she would normal wear, one a thong that she would never have worn before. The women chose many for her, again mix of colours, shapes, material. Some looked very lacy or skimpy to her but she said nothing. She did not feel good in them, in fact if anything she felt cheap and slutty but again she said nothing.
"Ok, let's see your important client outfit," giving her undies, skirt, blouse and heels.
She dressed in the outfit, low cut black blouse, mid-thigh length white skirt, red high heels and matching black lacy undies and bra. Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw a reflection of a very sexy woman, her breasts oozing out of her blouse, her legs looking very well. Not in a million years would she ever have bought any part of the outfit.
"Lydia, you look great, very professional."
Looking again she did not agree, but once again she said nothing, looking at the women looking very pleased.
"What will William say, how can I tell him James paid for it all?"
"Oh Lydia, he's not going to see it all at once is he, us Ladies have always been good at convincing our men that things can be bought in sales and for bargain prices."
"And remember William has seen me in such outfits for years at the office, at the management meetings, he will know what is expected."
Listening to Emily, she thought that maybe William would not be as surprised as she feared, maybe he would even be pleased that she was making such an effort to support the family, then looking at the mirror again, she thought that maybe she might even create more interest from him in her as a woman, might even improve their sex life. Unknowing to her she was smiling to herself at these thoughts which the other women noticed, making them wink at each other.
While Lydia dressed again, in the clothes that she had arrived in, Mags bagged all the purchases at the till, handing them to Emily, "I think we have chosen well. I know James was always a Tits man, he has a handful there. Does she know what she signing up for?"
Looking over to make sure Lydia was out of earshot, "No, she has no idea but then again neither did I."
"Forgive me for saying this but your Husband was dead, hers is still alive, does he not know what your role was?"
"No, James Senior kept me for himself. I think Tony, John and Jim knew but they never said anything to me."
"Well, you did well out of it, I assume he's still looking after you."
"Yes, he was very kind. He set up a fund for me."
"Well, you were very good for him too. He was very fond of you and your services."
"Shut up, will you, she'll hear us," but laughing at the same time.
Just then Lydia appeared and took some of the bags from Emily, thanked Mags and left the store. After some coffee, Lydia drove them home. There wasn't much chat, she was deep in thought about the shopping trip, the comments passed, still embarrassed at the length of time she was undressed and naked in front of the two women, how they have examined her body so clearly and openly. Dropping off Emily at her home, she thanked her for her help and drove home, leaving all the bags in the car until she was sure she would not be seen bringing them to her bedroom.
After her long day she was too tired to visit the hospital so she spoke with William on the phone, telling him about the day including the meeting. She did mention that she had gone shopping with Emily but told him that she had only bought a small number of work clothes items. He said he was pleased that she was getting some clothes for herself, given the number of years her shopping would have been for him and the children. Feeling guilty for lying to him, she pleaded tiredness and cut the call short. She worried that, after only two days working, she was lying to him, worried that she felt a need to, and not understanding why.
The next day she chose the least revealing outfit that they had bought but staying with her own plain undies. Emily told her she looked nice even though she could see the old bra she had worn. For that day and the remainder of the first week she rarely saw James as he was out of the office a lot. She learned a lot from Emily that week, including dealing with long periods where nothing happened, pretending to look to be busy. She was glad when the first week was over. She had not realised how tired she would be from working each day while still doing the housework and looking after the kids at home. She had stopped visiting William on a daily basis and looked forward to seeing more of him at the weekend.
The second week was busier in that James was in the office for most of the week. Emily was very pleased when she noticed that for the Tuesday meeting, Lydia has chosen to wear slightly more revealing outfit including some a new bra, higher heels and no tights. Lydia did notice that she seemed to be getting more looks from the team during the meeting and she was confused with her thoughts. She was embarrassed while at the same time she was beginning to enjoy the little bit of attention. This did not go unnoticed by James or Emily. Emily had Lydia take the minutes of the meeting and was pleased at her efforts.
During the week both ladies spent a lot of time in James' office, answering customer queries, dealing with quotes for new customers, preparing a presentation for one of the company's largest clients which was to take place the following week. Lydia could not help but notice the number of times that James looked over at her, again confusing her thoughts.
On the Wednesday afternoon James called Lydia alone into his office. This was the first time they were alone and for some unknown reason she was nervous in his company. James asked her to arrange some drinks and a cake for Emily's last day on the Friday. He said that his father would be coming in to do a special presentation for her at which all the company staff would be present. He wanted it to be a special day for her after all her services to her father. Though surprised that he had said his father rather than the company she agreed with him what was required and undertook to arrange it. As she turned to leave he came around his desk,
"Well did you enjoy your shopping trip?"
Embarrassed, she looked up at him, "Yes thank you, there was no need for you to pay for so much."
"Not at all, you are the first face many clients see, we have to have you looking your best."
"Thank you, but I could have got my own stuff."
"Will you stop Lydia. It's just part of the role to look good,"
Opening the door to leave, she looked back at him, "Thanks Boss."
This made him smile, "Oh, and by the way Lydia."
She looked at him again, halfway out the door, enquiring look on her face.
"You do look good," as he turned his back to her returning to his desk, leaving her transfixed to the ground for a moment, before blushing and returning to her own desk. Thankfully Emily was not there to see her red face, her confused thoughts growing in her mind. Why would he say that?
On the Friday she arrived at the office early to ensure that all was in place for Emily's retirement event. She had again picked a revealing top and skirt and a bra that pushed her breasts out even more. As she walked around the room checking everything, she saw James enter the room.
"Hi Lydia, it's all looking good."
"Thanks Boss," but seeing him looking at her more than at the room.
He walked over to stand right next to her on the small stage, looking down at the full room, "Next week it's just you and me, no Emily to mind you."
Looking up at his smiling face, "I just hope that I can remember all that she has taught me in the last two weeks," ignoring the thoughts in her head about what he said about the two of them being alone.
Touching her arm, "I'm sure we'll get on fine without her," his gentle touch sending electric feelings down her arm, before he left the room.
The rest of the day was spent with many customers calling with gifts for Emily, many staff members dropping by to wish her well, numerous calls thanking her. After 3.p.m. James Senior arrived. Though not particularly well, he had insisted on coming to the office that day. Lydia noticed Emily's face light up when he entered, immediately coming to her desk to hug her. Lydia thought that the hug lasted a bit longer than necessary but then remembered the many years they had worked closely together so maybe that was natural. He was introduced to Lydia who he hugged gently and quickly.
"Welcome Lydia, you have a big Job here to replace Emily but I'm sure you'll fit right in, how is William?"
"He is slowly getting better, thanks for asking," conscious of the older man staring at her breasts.
"That's Good. Please tell him I was asking after him."
"Thanks, I will."
She watched as James Senior and Emily went into his old office, now his son's, who was out at that time. She assumed they were discussing old times and that he was thanking her for her many years of service. They were in there together for over 40 minutes before she came out, Lydia noticing tears in her eyes. Enquiring if she was ok Emily assured her that she was, that it was hard to leave a job after so many years.
The presentation to Emily went very well, so many people spoke well about her. In particular James Senior, though speaking weakly, expressed his appreciation for her service, his happiness that they had worked so closely together.
It struck Lydia that he spoke lovingly about her; they had obviously been very close friends as well as employer/employee. After being presented with many gifts, Emily spoke about her years in the company, how much she had loved working with everyone, how friendly everyone had always been to her. She thanked especially James Senior, and wished James Junior and the team well in the future. She finished up by wishing Lydia well;
"If James Junior is as good to work for as his dad was you will be in very good hands, I wish you all the best Lydia."
With that the entire room stood and applauded Emily. This was followed by drinks and food for all, which went on for several hours. Many people enquired of William with Lydia and wished her well in her new role.
James Junior spent much of the evening watching Lydia walk around the room making sure that everyone was okay and enjoying the evening. She had proven to be very efficient and professional in arranging the function and he thought she looked very good. He thought back to the very first time he had met her over a year ago at a company function. Dressed in a simple dress he thought she looked really sexy, especially those huge breasts that were hard to miss. He realised that she was almost as old as his mother, who was much younger than his father but that didn't stop him thinking about touching her, pulling on what he assumed were huge nipples. He felt himself getting aroused as he remembered those early thoughts about her though he had more or less forgotten about her afterwards given that she was married to one of his team.
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