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Bobbi's Story 6 One, Two, Three, Kick!
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as a bit more than I had been making as a stockboy. I looked further,
and found the box marked Sex. There was a big, glorious "F" where
all my previous employment forms had shown an "M." I had made
it! I had a real job as a woman, but what would Paul want for it?
"What do I have to do?," I asked. "Work hard, and be a good
employee," he said. "You're our new fourth floor receptionist. That's
the Traffic Department. You greet visitors, err... answer the phone,
type a little, and, err... look pretty. That's all. I know, err... what
you're thinking, and that's not, err... the case. I had a job opening,
and you meet the, err... qualifications. That's all. If there's, err...
anything more between us, that's just as, err... friends. Your new
job, err... doesn't depend on it. Okay?" My estimation of Paul went
up a lot. I had the job I wanted, and a friend too. This was all
working out very well.
"That's... it?," I asked. "I got the job?" Paul stood in front of
me, and replied, "That's it. I like helping friends. It isn't much of
a job, but you can't expect, err... big things on your first job, err...
ever, Miss." He was playing a little happy game with me. Of course
I had worked before, but I had filled out my application as if I were
really a young woman looking for her very first job. Paul was just
sweetly going along with that. He was just being a good friend.
I was not sure what to say. "I'm so happy, I could kiss you!," I
said. "I, err... wouldn't say no," answered Paul. I stood, and pressed
my lips to his, letting my arms snake about his neck to embrace him.
His arms enfolded me, and pulled me close. I could feel his cock
stiffening against my thigh, so I parted my lips to allow our tongues
some room to play. I did not have to do this. The job was mine with
no strings attached, but something in me just wanted to. Perhaps it
was the excitement of getting a job as a woman at last. Perhaps it
was the fact that I was beginning to be accepted as the woman I am
by the world. Perhaps I just liked Paul, and wanted to show that to
him. I do not know. I just knew it felt right, and I wanted to do it.
Paul's hands were roaming all over my body, and the pressure of
his cock against my thigh was increasing. "I can't, err... spend too
much, err... time with you," he said breathing heavily. "That's all
right," I replied. "We've always found a way in the past. Sit down."
He sat in his chair, and I dropped to my knees in front of him. "This
won't take very long," I said in my sweetest tone, looking up at him.
I unbuckled his belt, and pulled down the zipper of his fly. "Up just
a tiny bit, lover," I said, and soon had his pants at his ankles. The
sight of the bulge in his briefs made my own little penis twitch in
its tuck back between my legs in my crotch, and I took hold of the
elastic waistband with my fingers. "Up one more time," I said, and
when he did, I tugged his briefs down too.
Paul's hard cock pointed straight at my face, and I lost no time in
making the most of that. I opened my mouth to take the whole shaft
in at once, letting my lips slide smoothly along the entire length until
I felt the head bump the back of my throat. I held it that way for
a moment, rubbing my tongue against it the whole time, and then
slowly withdrew it from my mouth, letting my lips again run along
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the entire length until the head left my mouth with a tiny pop. I
placed the tip of my tongue at the base of the glans, and trailed it
down the underside of Paul's cock, all the way to his balls. I licked
his balls all over, getting them as wet as I could, and gently nibbling
at his scrotum. I could hear Paul softly moaning with pleasure all
the while.
I returned my mouth to the tip of Paul's cock, but let my long
fingernails continue to excite his balls. I flicked my tongue, and licked
all around the head in the same way I had just done to his balls. Then
I took the shaft back into my mouth. Paul's hands gripped my head,
and pushed it down on his cock. It went willingly. I started to work
his cock in and out of my mouth by bobbing my head up and down
with a little help from Paul's hands.
Suddenly, he held my head still, and I knew what was going to
happen. I heard him moan deeply, and felt the slow flowing of his
cum filling my oral cavity. Paul never came in spurts, but in one
long flow. It usually filled my entire mouth, but this time was more
copious than ever. I had to swallow twice to keep from loosing any,
or having it run out of my nose! I held the last bit of it in my mouth
as I let Paul's cock slip from my lips. Then I swallowed that too. It
was a pleasant feeling to have his cum in my tummy.
I stood, and took a few moments to adjust my clothes back to
normal. Paul did not move. I took my seat in his side-chair again,
and took out my compact and lipstick to fix my hair and make-up. It
was a few minutes before Paul wiped off his cock with some tissues,
and got his briefs and pants back up. Soon we looked just like any
other two people sitting in an office.
"You didn't, err... have to do that," Paul said at last. "I know," I
replied. "I just wanted to. I was once supposed to be your mistress,
wasn't I?" Paul nodded. "Yes," he said, "you were, but I, err...
thought you might not want to, err... be anymore." "Well," I said,
"I don't have an apartment we can use anymore, but we can go out
once in a while if you like. We are friends." Paul smiled, and said,
"You're an interesting woman, Bobbi. I, err... don't know how to
say what, err... you are, but you're, err... not like anyone else I've,
err... ever met. I'll see you on Monday morning. Don't, err... be
late."
I kissed him one last time, and left. I was really feeling good about
myself. I passed into the throng of office workers on Park Avenue,
knowing that I had just joined their ranks. I turned onto one of the
side streets, heading west toward 5th Avenue, and the shops that
lined it. It was only about three-thirty, and the G.G.Girls rehearsal
would not start until six or seven. I had some time to kill before
I had to be there, so there was only one sensible thing to do: go
shop-ping! I love to shop, and my new job would soon give me some
money to buy as well.
I did not buy anything at the shops, but it was just fun being
there. The high heels of my shoes clicked happily on the pavement
as I walked along. I had come a long way. A short time ago I was
a stockboy in jeans, living at home, and sneaking around to dress
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secretly in my mother's and sister's clothes. Now I was a very female
appearing receptionist for a major chemical company, walking on 5th
Avenue in a mini-skirt and heels, and turning male heads for blocks
around with the wiggle in my hips. Before, I was only a stockboy
who was discretely homosexual with a few men. Now, I was a model
who was also a dancer, and a pre-operative transexual call-girl with
anyone who wished to rent her sexual favors. As a boy I was unhappy
and moody with no interest in anything in particular. As a girl I was
finding ways of becoming all the things I could be, and feeling better
about it each day.
I had not realized the road I was starting to walk that first night
Margo talked me into going out in public in drag, but now I was glad
I had started to walk it. I had always felt more like a girl than a boy,
and I now knew why. I was finally being accepted as the woman I
really was. I had just gotten a job as a woman, and was making a
woman's life for myself. Things were working out very well.
It actually felt a little strange to walk into "The Gilded Grape"
that evening. This was where I had started my climb to womanhood,
but I had gone beyond this now. This was where the Transvestites
who did not always pass well in public could come, and be accepted
for what they were. I did not need that. I was accepted as the woman
I really was in virtually any situation. I almost felt uncomfortable
here. I liked being in the G.G.Girls chorus line, but the time was
coming soon when I should move on. I was almost out of place here.
I thought I should talk to Tina about it soon.
I waved a greeting to Edie at the front bar, and told her I would
be in the dressing room if anyone was looking for me. I did not feel
like sitting at the bar, and being hit on by the Bisexual men who
came in for a drink on their way home from work. The others would
be here soon enough, and there would be some good "girl talk" in the
dressing room when they arrived. In the dressing room, I stripped
to my bra and panties, putting my dress in my locker, and wrapping
myself in a long, blue, satin robe. I took a fashion magazine out of
my bag to read until the others got there, and settled into a chair.
After a few minutes I started to hear some sounds. The door to
the hallway was open a bit, and the sounds seemed to be coming
from the bar office across the hall. I was in a mood for some talk, so
I went to see who it was. The sounds got more distinct as I got closer
to the office, and it sounded like a series of deep, guttural moans. I
opened the door to the office just enough to peek in. I was not quite
prepared for what I saw.
Tina was on her back on the desk. She was wearing a black
lace bra that had her wonderful breasts standing up on her chest
even in her reclined position, and a black lace garter-belt that held
up a pair of black fishnet stockings on her legs. Under the garter-
belt were black crotchless panties, and her huge penis was hard and
pointing straight up through the opening. Toni was standing by the
desk dressed in very mannish attire. Her pants were around her
ankles, and she stepped out of them as she pulled down the pair of
men's briefs she wore to reveal her pussy gleaming with droplets of
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lubrication.
As I watched, Toni climbed up on the desk, and straddled Tina,
saying, "Time for your wifely duties, darling." She lowered her pussy
over Tina's hard penis, and mounted her as a any man would mount
a woman. Tina's head was thrown back in ecstasy, and she cried
out, "Yes, husband! Fuck me! Fuck your wife good!" Toni moved
her body up and down on Tina's large penis, but not in the way
a woman would on top of a man. Her movements were those of a
man who had his cock buried in a woman rather than the other way
around. She was fucking Tina, and fucking her hard. It was just
the way Tina had fucked me in the apartment I had shared with
Margo. The movements were hard and fast, and in no time at all
Tina was pumping hot cum up into Toni's pussy. I was transfixed,
and breathing hard.
Toni got off of Tina, and sat in a chair. Her pussy was dripping
with white, hot cum. "Time for my blow-job, wife," she said. Tina
went over, and kneeled before her. Toni's clit was large, and seemed
to protrude from her pussy like a tiny, hard penis. Tina took it in her
lips to suck it, and then licked her own semen from Toni's pussy. My
own little penis was hard now, and twitching like crazy in its tuck.
I realized that neither of the lovers I was watching would appreciate
having as audience this way, so I closed the door as silently as I
could. Between what I had just witnessed and the blow-job I had
given Paul, I was feeling very randy. I wondered if I too could get
laid that night.
Somehow the magazine was not all that interesting anymore. I
had tried to get on with reading it back in the dressing room, but
all I could think of was Tina and Toni. The image of it would just
not leave my mind. It had me more horny than I had been in a long
time. I wondered if I could just slip into the shower room, and quickly
jerk-off before the others arrived. The dressing room door, however,
started to open just then, so I pretended to be reading. Tina entered
wearing a short, black, silk and lace robe over her lingerie. She smiled
at me, and said, "Well, did you enjoy the show? I hope we put on a
good one for you."
"Wa... what?," I stammered. "It's all right," Tina said stopping
me. "I don't mind being watched when Toni fucks me. I even enjoy
it. It adds to the excitement." I did not know what to say. There
was no way to deny it, and I was not sure of what to do. "Did Toni
see me too?," I asked. "She did," Tina answered, "but she doesn't
mind either. We'd even like you to join us sometime. I'd love another
chance at that sweet little ass of your's."
I could hardly believe what was happening. "What do you mean,
Tina?," I asked, trying to get a handle on the situation. "I'll be blunt
with you," Tina said with a playfully evil laugh, "as if I haven't been
already. I've wanted you in bed again for a long time, and Toni
want's to watch. She'll bring along her girlfriend, so we get a show
too. Toni and I like foursomes like that. She might want a little
of you too, but nothing you can't handle." I was confused, and I
could not think of anything to say but, "I did not know you two
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were lovers." Tina laughed loudly. "Lovers?," she said. "We're more
than lovers. We're married!"
"Married?!," I exclaimed. "Yes," Tina replied. "We're husband
and wife, but we have the roles a little reversed. We don't tell many
people, but I think we can trust you. We were both dancers, and Toni
found out I was a TV. She walked in on me in a dressing room before
I had gotten my pants on over my lace panties. Toni's a Lesbian,
but she likes a real dick in her once in a while. She asked me on a
date, but only if I wore a dress. I like a woman once in a while too,
although I prefer other boys in skirts, so I went along with it. She
seduced me that first night, and she's been fucking me the way you
saw ever since.
The story was fascinating. "How did you come to get married?,"
I asked. "We fell in love," Tina answered. "She taught me to be a
woman, and got me living full time as one. I became an instructor in
her school, and she proposed to me. We even had a white wedding
with me in a gown, and Toni in a tuxedo. Patty was one of my
bridesmaids. We live as husband and wife, but we still like to fuck
other people too. Liz at the school is Toni's regular lover, though.
I sometimes watch them, and Liz likes to suck my dick once in a
while. You're the most feminine TV we know, and we'd all like to
have a little fuck and suck party with you. Think about it, and tell
me later. Somebody's coming."
I sat back in the chair as Janet arrived. I said hello to her, but my
mind was on the proposition Tina had just made me. In a strange
way I wanted to do it. When Tina fucked, she fucked hard, and I sort
of liked that. I would not mind letting her get me in bed again. The
sexual excitement I was feeling from Paul, Toni, and Tina had me
really randy, and was clouding my thoughts. I needed to get some
release for that, so I could think clearly. I really had to think about
this.
All the others soon got there too, and the "G.G.Girls were as-
sembled for their rehearsal. There was the usual round of joking and
gossip while we changed into our dancing clothes, but I was a little
more quiet than usual. Patty noticed, and asked about it, but I put
her off, saying that I would tell her later.
The rehearsal was actually a good one. The show would be two
Saturdays from now, and we were doing three numbers as a group.
Someone had talked Gerry, the owner of "The Gilded Grape," into
letting a magic act try out his stuff on our stage, and we were going
to just decorate the area wearing sequined leotards. We were going to
do our show-girl moves as a back-up to a male singer in the show as
well. Then we would also do our big finish number as the G.G.Girls
chorus line in high-kick style. It was going to be a lot of work, and
there would not be a lot of time between numbers for changing. The
only advantage was that Gerry wanted us to do only one show. We
got down to work quickly, and Tina worked us hard. I wanted it to
be a good show too. Edith would be in the audience.
At last the rehearsal was over, and we were back in the dressing
room. I was tired. This had been a very long day for me, what with
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finding a job and the other things that happened. I could hardly
wait to get home to bed, but I had another problem too. I was
horny as hell! The doctor had told me that the hormone therapy
would lessen my sex drive for a while, and that was the case most
of the time, but it was not working that way tonight. With the
feelings still running through my system from the blow-job I had
given Paul, the passionate scene I had witnessed between Toni and
Tina, and the sexual proposition Tina had made me, I really needed
to do something about it. At least when I got home I would be able
to masturbate.
I stripped off all my clothes, and put on my robe. I was still
being very quiet, but Patty gave me a nudge, and asked, "What's the
matter, kiddo? You look like you have something on your mind." I
came a little way back to reality, and replied, "Oh, nothing... really.
I guess I'm just tired. It was a sort of strange day." Patty lit a
cigarette, and said, "Yeah, I know what days like that are like. I've
been wanting to talk to you. I heard a story that said you got busted
for prostitution. What happened?" I had wondered when someone
was going to ask about that, so I replied with a sigh, "The story's
true. I didn't listen to the advice everybody gave me, and I went out
on the street, and propositioned a cop." Patty started to laugh, but
it was our turn in the shower room by then. She giggled all the way
inside.
Patty locked the door of the shower room behind us, and hung
her robe on a peg. I did the same. "Let's share one stall," suggested
Patty. "That way we can talk more." I did up my hair in a towel
to keep it dry, and stepped into the spray. It felt good on muscles
tired from the exertions of dancing, and I closed my eyes to enjoy
it. I was just loosing myself in the feelings when I felt warm, wet
hands on my still small but growing breasts. I opened my eyes, and
looked straight into Patty's face a few inches away. "I thought we
could help each other shower," she said. "That way we could talk.
Your tits are coming along very well."
I thanked her for the little compliment, and started soaping her
shoulders. She asked again about how I got arrested, and I told her
the story, leaving out the parts about Helen, and my working as a
call-girl. I did not want that all over this bar. We washed each other
all over, but Patty seemed to want to pay a lot of attention to my
breasts. "You really have a nice pair of tits, Bobbi," she said. "They
feel real nice."
Her hand went to my crotch where my little penis had slipped
from its tuck. It was as hard as it could get with the hormones I was
taking, but that was still enough to have it poking out prominently.
Patty's fingers wrapped around it. "This feels nice too," she said.
"Is that part of your little problem tonight? Well, we can take care
of that."
Patty dropped quickly to her knees in front of me, and took my
little penis between her lips. I wanted to protest at first, but the
feeling of her tongue running all over my little penis was just what I
needed then. I leaned back against the wall of the shower stall, and
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let Patty suck me until I came in her mouth. It did not take very
long. She was an expert cocksucker. "Is that better?," she asked as
she stood up after swallowing my load of cum. "Just ask if you ever
want that sort of help. I like sucking on that little pee-pee of your's.
Let's go get dressed."
I was dressed again in only a few minutes, and left the bar. Patty
and Billie asked me to stay for a drink, but I just wanted to get home.
I hailed a cab outside on 8th Avenue, and settled back for the ride
to Queens. I liked the idea of being in a chorus line, but I made up
my mind that the next show would be my last with the "G.G.Girls."
I had to get away from "The Gilded Grape" and this whole lifestyle.
I was on my way to becoming all the woman I could be in this life
now, and this would only hold me back. I did not want to be a TV.
I wanted to be a woman.
It was a little after eleven when I got home, and Edith was still
up watching television. "How did it go today?," she asked when I
came in. "Great!," I answered. "I got a job!" I, of course, had to tell
her all about it, and we talked until well after midnight. We finally
figured it was time to get to bed, but I said as we left the living room,
"Mom, do you still want to come the show at the club?" Edith said
that she did, so I told her that it was going to be the last one I did,
adding, "I just don't want to be around that life anymore." Edith
gave me her best motherly smile, and said, "You should get away
from it. You're a woman now, you know, and I'm glad to see you're
finally realizing that too. My little girl is growing up." Edith kissed
me good-night on the forehead. I slept very well that night.
13 On the Job
I probably should have been sleepy like all the others around me,
but I was wide awake, and feeling good. Edith noticed it too. "You
seem chipper this morning," she said when the racket of a subway
train on the other track had faded enough for her to be heard, "but
I guess you should be for your first day on a new job." I smiled a
broad smile back at her. "My first day on my first job," I replied,
adding in a whisper only she could hear, "...as a girl!"
It was Monday morning, and Edith and I were on the station
platform waiting for a subway train to take us into Manhattan. Edith
was going to her job at the department store, and I was on my way
to my first day as a receptionist for the chemical company. Saying
that I was excited about it would have been a gross understatement.
I was floating on a cloud. By next Monday morning I might be just
as bored and sleepy at the drudgery of going to work like this every
day as the rest of the people around me, but today was something
special. This was my first ever, regular, full-time job as a woman.
If I could hold this job, or one like it, for the year of my Real Life
Test, and live full-time as a woman in my off hours, the psychologist
would certify me as a candidate for surgery, and Dr Benjamin could
work his magic with the scalpel to let me be all the woman I could
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be in this life. This was a very important day for me.
The subway train soon arrived, and the crush of the crowd swept
me aboard. There were no seats, but that was normal for that time
of day. I took hold of a grab-iron, and held on while the train lurched
its way through the tunnels toward the heart of The City. My coat
was open, and I could see a couple of the men giving me a pretty
good looking over. I did not mind giving them a little entertainment
in that way to brighten up their morning. I had not worn one of my
mini-skirts, or anything like that this morning, but my outfit was
still sexy enough in a businesslike sort of way.
I was wearing a burgundy dress that I had bought over the week-
end for the occasion. It was made of a clingy, but velvet-like material
that let it hug my curves in all the right places. The top had a high
neckline that could have seemed almost austere, but the soft lines
of the shoulders, and the roundness of the curve over my breasts,
toned that down just the right amount. The short cap-sleeves gave
it all a sexy look, and the hemline of the skirt being about an inch
above my knees helped with that too. This was all set off with black,
patentleather belt, bag, and heels. The looks I was getting from the
men in the subway car told me I had done well. I felt good about
myself too.
Edith and I got off at the same stop to change trains, but she
headed for the downtown train to take her to the area of the depart-
ment store while I went uptown to Park Avenue and the chemical
company. It was a ritual that we would play out on our way to work
each morning for a long time. "Good luck," Edith shouted over the
interminable din of trains and people in the subway station. "I want
to hear all about your first day when you get home tonight," she
added. "Thanks!," I replied. "I'll see you then.
We parted company, and I took the uptown local on the Lexington
Avenue Line. There were no seats left on this train either, but I only
had to ride to the next stop anyway. I did, however, wonder how
the people who were in the seats got them. Were they permanent
residents of that subway car, or did they go down to the yard before
dawn to board the train prior to its starting that morning? I do
not think I have ever seen an open seat during the commuting rush
hours in the subway. I only wish I knew the magic words that would
let me occupy one of them once in a while. It is no fun having to
stand in high-heels on the way home from work on a hot August day
with the crowd pressing around you on a train that has stopped for
some unknown reason in the tunnel under the East River, and feeling
the perspiration sticking your clothes to your body, with some old
man in a tattered suit pressed against you while he admires the view
down your cleavage with obvious and lecherous delight, and unknown
hands cop feels of your ass from behind. Being a woman is not all
silk and lace all of the time.
It only took a few minutes to get to get to the stop where I got off,
and I joined the press of the crowd that flowed out of the station to
the street above. The morning was cool and clear, and it felt good to
be out of the subway. I had a few blocks to walk to the office building
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where I now worked, and I got a few more looks from the men that
I passed along the way. That used to bother me the first few times
I was out in public as a woman, but now it was just a matter of
course. I used to be afraid that someone had seen something that
had told them I was not totally the woman I presented myself to be,
but now I was confident that the only thing that could give me away
was safely tucked in my panties, back between my legs, and up into
my crotch. I liked all the looks I got from those men. They were real
validation that I was well on my way to becoming all the woman I
could be in this life.
I soon crowded into an elevator in the office building along with
a number of people who were about to become my co-workers at the
chemical company. I looked them over as we rode upward toward the
floor where I was to meet Paul to start my new job, and wondered if
I would be working directly with any of them. A few looked mildly
interesting, but most were the typical New York City office worker
type, secretaries just out of business courses in high school, nonde-
script clerks just marking time until they retired to social security
and cab driving to make ends meet no matter how far in the future
that was, young management trainees trying to look like corporate
executives behind their pimples, long-haired callow youths from the
mailroom trying to be Hippies, and one gentleman in a custom tai-
lored suit who was probably at least a department manager, if not a
vice-president. He spent most of the ride looking me over, and the
expression on his face said that he liked what he saw.
The elevator doors finally opened on the floor I wanted, and I
stepped off. I let my hips wiggle for the benefit of my executive
friend from the elevator as I walked away, and I was sure he would
notice the gesture even through my coat from the way he had been
watching me on the ride up from the first floor. I liked giving him a
little show. A girl can always use a few friends in high places.
It was quarter of nine, and the receptionist for the personnel area
had not yet arrived. I took a seat in the reception area, and settled
down to wait. Two older women soon joined me as did three young
men. I assumed that they were also starting new jobs that day, and
that was confirmed when the receptionist finally did arrive, and took
us into a small classroom behind the reception area. After a few
minutes, the opened, and in walked Paul. He went straight to the
front of the room, and hardly looked at me at all. He obviously did
not want it known that we knew each other, so I made no indication
of it either. He cleared his throat, and started his pitch.
"Good morning," Paul said, "and welcome to our company. I
think I, err... interviewed most of you, so I know, err... a few of
you. My name is Paul, and I, err... will give you your orientation.
Please feel, err... free to ask any questions you like. This will take,
err.. about an hour, and then I'll take, err... each of you to your
job area to, err... meet your boss and co-workers. We have, err... a
little movie about our, err... company, so let's get started with, err...
that."
Paul walked to the back of the room, turned out the lights, and
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started the projector. The machine rattled to life, and started pre-
senting the wonderful world of the chemical business to us. The
film would never have won an Academy Award in any category, but
I found just watching it exciting. The premise that chemicals are
good for us stretched only a thin veil over the facts of what those
chemicals were doing to the planet, and the quality of life for those
beings that live on it, but that did not seem to matter that morning.
I am not always so callous about such things, but the most impor-
tant thing for me was that I now had a real job as a woman, and was
being accepted as the female I really was by all and sundry. That
was all I could, or wanted to think about.
The show soon ended, and Paul turned the lights back on. He
walked to the front of the room again, and said, "That should have,
err... given all of you a pretty good idea of what your, err... company
does. Now let's go over a few of the, err... necessary rules that we
have here." Paul explained all about things like starting times, quit-
ting times, lunch hours, break times, telephone etiquette, dress code,
time sheets, medical benefits, and all the little details of company
procedures and policy that we would have to know to do our jobs
properly. When he was finished I noticed that a number of other
people had entered the room. "That's all I, err... have to say for
now," Paul said. "These people, and I will, err... escort you to your
new job stations. Please wait until your name is called, err... and go
with the person who calls it. Bobbi, err... you will come with me."
I rose, and followed Paul out of the room while others called other
names. Paul picked up a file folder on the way out, and escorted me
to the elevator. Luckily, we were alone in it. "That's a pretty typical
morning for, err... me," Paul said when the doors closed. "Look, we
only have a minute, err... to talk privately here. I didn't mean to be
rude by, err... ignoring you, but we don't want gossip all over, err...
the company. I'll get you settled in, and then, err... I'll call you later.
Don't worry, err... about anything. You'll like your new boss, and
you'll, err... do just fine. Let me know, err... if you need anything."
I thanked Paul just as the doors opened on the fourth floor. This
was where I now worked. Paul led the way off the elevator, and over
to the receptionist's desk in the waiting area. This was about to
become my desk.
The girl at the receptionist's desk looked up when Paul ap-
proached, and he asked her to tell the head of the traffic department
that we were there. The girl made a call, and told us to go right in.
Paul led the way back through the office. I got a few more looks as
we passed by the rows of desks where the traffic clerks worked. There
were a number of pleasantly lustful looks, but most were more looks
of curiosity than anything else. They know Paul as the Personnel
Manager, so I was ob- viously a new employee. They were just in-
specting the newcomer to their midst. I sort of inspected them right
back. I wanted to know who I would be working with too.
A secretary greeted Paul by name when we approached her desk,
and she got up to open the door to the office beyond for us. She
put her head in to announce our arrival, and then stepped aside to
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