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This is a continuing story, my journal, please see :
Emma’s stiletto seduction 01 to Pt. 25 for prior entries.
Comments welcome.
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It is always a difficult time for anyone starting a new job, but this is especially so for me. Ironically, I am a person who resists change at every level of life. And yet, finally coming out as a transwoman was just about as big a change a person could undertake in their life.
Still, even with all the issues and apprehensions, it was worth it.
Things had been going very well for me, so well in fact that my boyfriend, David, and I had now been together almost two years. For a large proportion of that time we were not openly out as a couple, not that it was hidden. Weymouth just didn’t shout it from every rooftop or street corner. There was always going to be one problem once we were more open about our affair and private life, and that was working together at the same company.
Sharing the same employer and location whilst being in such a relationship was always going to be challenging. But when David’s ex-wife started a campaign to cause trouble for the company, it proved a step too far for our work-life and home-life to continue.
Whilst my employer initially was fine with my transition, after the unpleasantness from David’s ex-wife they found a convenient way for me to leave. This was by making a monetary offer of voluntary severance that David or I couldn’t refuse. One of us had to leave our current position, and that person was me.
However, my first job interview in a decade went well, so well in fact that they offered me the position. Nothing as well paying as my previous employment, but I was now much more financially stable didn’t actually need to work whilst I sought a new challenge.
I had the lump sum in severance sitting in my bank account alongside a big boost to my pension contributions. Also, I still had the income from my flat that I was renting out whilst staying with David.
It was important to me to still feel like I was not wasting my time in this period of change, to keep contributing and not relying on my partner. I thought it helpful to seek out a six month temporary position at a department store I was fond of shopping in. A vanity project to occupy my mind whilst I was waiting for another opportunity. A step down, absolutely, but something fun.
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The first day nerves of yesterday had left me.
As you recall I was initially unsure precicely what the quid-pro-quo of my employers taking me on would be, and within minutes I had found out to my cost.
But what had surprised me, nontheless, was the warm welcome I had received from the staff on the shop floor and behind the scenes.
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It was day two and I had been asked to report to the warehouse on arrival. This was effectively a concrete floored extension to the main shopping area in the building, where they temporarily held stock to be placed on the shop floor. It also handled items that were to be delivered locally.
After my introduction to the staff in this location yesterday, and being very much overdressed for that role, I decided to change my outfit.
I wore smart black cotton trousers and ankle high 2″ heeled boots. Over my bra I wore a silk black chemise with a knitted cardigan. My outer layer was a black pvc 3/4 length jacket that I held over my arm when reporting for duty today.
Pete had noticed, and shouted through “Ruined your fancy shoes yesterday did you?” With a knowing smile on his face. He was referring to the 5″ patent leather stiletto high heels that I wore for my first day. It was difficult finding the correct balance between working and looking professional.
He was a kind and elderly man, and it was often said that Pete was the soul of the workforce. Even though we were new friends, still it pleased me to please him. For some reason his approval was important to me.
The day was fine and I felt like I was actually fitting in well. This changed at 3pm when I received a call though that Alex, the store manager, would like to see me in his office…
I hoped that he had softened after my initiation yesterday, but that optimism was soon removed.
“What is this?” Were his opening words.
“I’m sorry?” I responded, questioningly, taken aback.
“Why are you in trousers?” He clarified. “I thought we made it explicit to you.” he added, “That we require you dressed in business.”
I tried to explain that had been working in the stores today, but he seemed genuinely upset by that response.
“When you are on the floor, you can wear all black.” He repeated from our previous conversation. “And when you are in the management area…”
“Business dress.” I interrupted.
He paused, took a breath, and tried to calm himself.
“When you are in the management area, or there is a possibility you may be interacting with management,” He added, “Then you will be in business dress.”
This was new. In effect, the additional instruction would mean that I would have to be in ‘business ısparta escort dress’ or what he personally prescribed as business dress, each and every day.
Yesterday I felt overdressed for what they had asked me to do. The reaction from warehouse workers and drivers was that of a lot of unwanted attention. Sexual attention.
“You know they will look at me.” I argued.
“Then let them.” Alex responded, nonchalantly.
“Anyway,” he added, “Charles wants to catch up with you tomorrow, to see what his money has bought him.”
“I see.”
“I stuck my neck out for you, remember?” Alex reminded me. “So don’t let me down or we will both be in trouble.”
He gave away a slight but perceptible air that he needed to please Charles, every much as he was emphasising that I would need to please both.
His instructions were to report again to the stores tomorrow, and that Charles will be over lunchtime to “pick you up”.
Again, it was not clear what this could or would entail.
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Early the next morning I had to choose which outfit to wear, but there really wasn’t that much of a choice. Alex’s warning yesterday of wearing cotton trousers stayed with me throughout my unsettled sleep, as did his words of “not letting him down” in my first meeting with Charles.
Charles Horton was the area manager, yet another white male of around 60 years of age. The company was not known for its diversity in recruitment. He was taller than Alex, and probably similar in stature to my boyfriend David, but that is where the comparison ended. Charles was very much lacking in any charm.
I did not really know much about him, but what I did know is that it was he who first noticed the subtle movement of my diamond ring away from my engagement finger during our first meeting.
Alex had let slip that “I’d got the job the minute I wore a leather skirt to the interview”, and that Charles was very much a fan.
I took my favourite black leather shift dress from its dry-cleaning covering and hung it by the hanger on the edge of the wardrobe door. It may not be strictly formal business dress but I knew that Charles, if he really was a fetishist, would most likely approve.
It would be appropriate for a professional business lunch, yes, but most definitely not for working 4 hours in the stores beforehand.
Underneath my dress I wore a tight black push up bra, helping me add curves to my small frame. Oestrogen had definitely been affecting my body – producing my c-cup breasts and transferring the fat deposits from my waist to my hips. I was genuinely pleased with the results. Having curves, any curves, was better than none.
I wore a 4 strap suspender belt, and heavy denier black nylon stockings. So that I was not too overdone for the warehouse, I took a black knitted cardigan to place over my shoulders and paired the outfit with some 2″ kitten-heeled black leather knee-high boots.
I grabbed a short black leather jacket and draped it over my arm as I took my house keys. It was a bright and warm spring morning but I didn’t know what time I’d be home. It always felt cold returning back to an empty house without David.
In any case, I had hoped a cardigan would soften my outfit enough to be workable in the stores but also presentable and acceptable to Charles also. The way that Alex had phrased it, I was expecting the meeting to be a ‘business lunch’ that may turn into something more.
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With my cardigan on and buttoned, I looked appropriate for my duties. But the tell-tale sound of popping and scraping of my metal heels directly on the concrete floor soon attracted the attention once more of the male workforce.
I usually don’t mind being the centre of attention, but the setting was wrong. We were not at a club, or a group meet. This was work. With every look back I received from the men on the floor, I could feel the eyes of women that bore holes into the back of my head. Their attitudes towards me changed from the warmth I received yesterday to many more catty looks and frowns today.
I decided to keep my head down as much as possible and not attract any extra attention to myself than was necessary… until I received a call to report to the management suite on the first floor.
At the end of the glass lined corridor, the silhouette of Charles was waiting for me.
He was indeed a large man, at least 6ft4 with broad shoulders and a generous build. As the clickety-clack of my metal tipped heels moved from wooden floor to carpet, Charles knew I was approaching. He turned around to greet me.
“Alex tells me you are willing to go the extra mile for us?” He said, not hiding his eyes looking me up and down once more.
“Yes sir.” I respond, clasping my hands tightly in front of me, trying to show both an air of eagerness and politeness.
“Well let’s get you in the office and sort you out before we go, eh?” Making it clear in his tone that this was not a question.
He was more confident around me than Alex was, at least at kadirli escort first. Alex gave me the impression that he still wasn’t sure that I would be in agreement with any implied arrangement we had, but not Charles. Charles was different. He seemed like a person who was not used to asking for things in the workplace, but rather telling people how things are going to be done.
I felt him place his right hand into the small of my back, and gently usher me from the corridor into the office.
“How are you settling in,” He asked as he did so, “everything ok so far?”
“Yes sir.” I replied, as the door fell closed behind us.
He slowly walked to the desk, and took out his phone and wallet from a drawer and placed them into his suit jacket pockets.
Business dress for Charles was a dark suit and a black tie, and his shoes were polished enough to reflect the bright strip lighting in the ceiling.
“It’s stuffy in here isn’t it,” He claimed, the closed windows and blinds preventing light and air to enter from the now overcast April skies.
“I thought we could get to know each other a bit better”He said, confidently, “with a drive out somewhere.”
“Sure….. OK” I responded, taken aback a little until I found my composure, “Yes sir.”
He looked back to face me.
“Confident but not quite confident enough.” I thought to myself, as he dared to ask me the previous question only whilst not making eye contact.
He looked down at me, immediately noticing that I’m wearing my name badge on the right breast, and that it should be on the left of my uniform. His eyes darted from one side to the other, bring my attention to it.
“I can’t be _seen_ to have favourites.” He said, officially, “Or let you get away with anything inappropriate.”
He watched as I struggled with the pin of my badge, my dexterity not being entirely compatible with long black varnished fingernails.
“Shall I do it for you? He asked, inquisitively, placing his hand to his chin.
Before I could answer he had slipped my black cotton cardigan from my shoulders, revealing the two thick leather straps of my dress across my white skin. His eyes glanced to my chest, where my breasts had pulled the leather material taught across them.
Without looking down, he blindly took the pin badge from my cardigan and again moved towards me.
Standing tall in front of me, he pushed the needle through hard, penetrating the soft black leather of my boyfriend David’s favourite dress.
It was now no longer perfect.
It was the same dress that I was wearing on first meeting David outside of work, when we began our affair. And the same dress that I wore on our first trip away as a couple.
I knew that the weight of the badge would slowly tear at the pinholes it had made in the leather material. That each day it would slowly eat away at it and would get worse.
I could tell that, like Alex, Charles was trying to fight against himself and his instincts. To actively stop themselves from touching me. At least not at this early stage, but it seemed Charles had less restraint. He didn’t need to show it, he simply could not help himself.
Under the unsubtle pretence of pretending to help, I stood still as Charles placed his hands to the sides of my chest, and smoothed the soft black leather of my dress down to my hips.
“There.” He said, convincing himself that he was indeed doing me a favour and not groping me. “That’s better.”
I was used to men treating me this way, them desperate to touch me without trying to, or by a seemingly fortuitous accident.
“Now you are good to go,” He said, “follow me Emma.”
He gestured for me to follow him from the office and out through the store entrance rather than the back stairs. Y this was a bold move, our presence did not go unnoticed by the customers or the staff. He towered over me by around 12 inches, even with my kitten heeled boots.
And of course he had removed my cardigan, my shoulders were now bare, covered only by the straps of my bra and leather dress. The only clue I was a staff member was the badge that was now obviously present and pinned to my chest.
He talked as we walked, but only to make it seem like we were having a conversation to others. In reality, he was just telling me to “come this way” or to “hurry up”, his stride length forcing me to take two steps to his one.
I had time to think. I knew what he wanted, what he was going to do to me when he got me in his car alone. Men are men after all. But I’d never actually found myself in this situation before. It felt new, not like a regular online-arranged meet, or with David, it was different in a way that I wasn’t sure how.
He had parked in front of the store, in a space reserved only for him. Typically he had a Range Rover, probably one that belonged to the company, which unlocked automatically as we approached.
I always had difficulty getting in to vehicles this size, and he was no gentleman in opening a door for me. As kadıköy escort I opened the door to the passenger seat, I could feel many unwanted pairs of eyes watching me. Watching us.
I’d found him much more forthright than Alex when in the store. But here in his car, with the doors and windows closed, and the engine running, he softened a little. Like he had forced himself to ask me to take a drive, and was relieved when he had finally got me unaccompanied and away from the business for the first time.
“Are you ok?” He asked, concentrating on the road, and quickly glancing at me to his side.
“Yes sir.” I responded.
He laughed a little, “You don’t have to call me sir in here, unless you want to?”
“Let’s stick with it for now.” I answered.
And he did have his answer, that I was happy to keep the balance of power and respect even outside of he office.
“He showed me the pictures of you, you know.” Charles said casually, eyes concentrating hard on the road.
Of course Alex had. I knew exactly who he was going to share them with as he photographed me on my first morning, still only two days ago.
“Yes.” I responded coldly, not able to figure out if he wanted me to take the lead in the conversation or not.
“I will not share them,” He assured me, and I nodded.
But neither of us believed that, he just wanted me to know that he had them too, and more ominously that he could share them if he wanted to.
He drove for a few more minutes, until the built up areas slowly turned into a road lined with houses, until the houses became villages, separated by country views.
I wasn’t at all naive to the situation, I naturally assumed at some point he was going to park and clumsily try and seduce me. But interestingly he did not.
Instead he reached across and took my right hand in his left, and when I did not resist, pulled it across to his left knee. The car was wide, and I had to reach over somewhat awkwardly to do this.
He seemed content for my hand to rest there, but still kept his hand on top of mine. He didn’t know, but he need not have worried. I was intrigued what his next move would be and, after a few moments he steered my hand from his knee up to his inner thigh, although still keeping his hand firmly on top of mine.
“I’m glad you are settling in well.” he spoke, trying to keep conversation going in as normal a way as possible. But it was an act, small talk to normalise him slowly inching my hand to his groin.
Subtlety, I moved myself a few inches across in my seat to make the awkward position more convenient.
I wasn’t sure if he noticed this, but either way he made his next move soon after. Taking my hand in his own, he moved them both down to his penis.
It was already hard and erect, pointing straight upwards and pressing fiercely against the cotton trousers of his suit. As my fingers were assisted in tracing its outline, I could tell it was thick, definitely wider than average. I estimated around five or six inches in length.
He helped my fingers to wrap around its shaft, and slowly made my hand rub across the ridge around his bellend.
I could sense his breathing begin to quicken.
Slowly, he released the pressure of his hand that was forcing my own onto his cock. But I didn’t stop holding it. When his hand was back on the steering wheel I did not remove my own hand from his penis.
I kept it there.
He concentrated hard on the road, as I took down his zip, releasing his cockhead and shaft so that i could touch its soft warm skin for the very first time.
I was correct in my assessment, his penis was thick, with a full bell that was radiating a deep rich purple colour. He was able to maintain a very good erection, which, unbeknown to him, pleased me. It’s always flattering for men to want me, to get excited around me.
Even though I’ve been having sex with men for decades, I had never given a blowjob whilst someone was driving. I had been taken dogging, yes, but never this.
The angles in this position were awful. My hand was in the wrong direction for wanking a cock, and Charles, buoyed by my continuation, reached across and released the catch on my seat belt. A red warning light appeared on the dashboard.
I could feel the car slow down now, as Charles carefully unbuckled his trousers, shifting and repositioning in his seat somewhat as he did so.
Whilst he did this, I had to release my hand from his cock. Now it was on full show, exposed, and I was free to move in the large comfortable passenger seat of his car. In this strange game of sex-chess we were playing, neither of us really knew the next move.
Did he want me to initiate, or did he want me to be submissive, to resist the situation at least a little?
But as his left hand reached across and found its way to the ponytail on the back of my head, I knew what type of woman he appreciated.
He wanted to take the lead, he needed the impression that he was somehow making me, or that I was uncomfortable doing this. The power was paramount to him.
As a natural submissive, it was important for me too. I don’t mind taking the lead, I don’t mind initiating with David. But sometimes, God, sometimes I have missed this. This feeling of someone wanting me and willing to just take me. Unable to help themselves.
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