Alicia’s Memories

New to town Alicia was in search of a job. She didn’t have much real work experience, having only worked in posh office buildings for the majority of her young life before leaving her fathers best friend Martin’s company.

She sat down to write her resume and quickly realized that she didn’t know how to define her work experience. Although she technically was a secretary for Martin’s company she often felt more like an incentive package for potential clients. At 5 feet 10 inches tall she had a gorgeous figure. Long lean tan legs that fit neatly into her tight pencil shirts. A high slit that played at the edge of her thigh high stockings, delicately held up by her guarder belt. Blouses that clung to every curve. Her ample breast pushed high giving her mesmerizing cleavage that many a business man would spend hours captivated by. Not even attempting to hide their stares or have the decency to be embarrassed. She would often catch Martin staring, licking his lips lost in some forbidden fantasy.

Letting out a sigh, she stares at her blank resume.

Alicia Redding. Brooklyn, New York… this was hopeless. How was she ever going to get a job if she couldn’t stop thinking about her past long enough to even write a resume. She closed her laptop and looked around her tiny studio apartment. Five steps separated her bed and the small stove in her kitchenette. Nothing fancy just enough space for her to start over.

Her mind drifted back to her old office… it was a busy day in the office. Martin’s executive secretary, Melanie, was busy organizing a large presentation surrounding a new potential investment. New clients would be arriving via private jet at 1pm in the conference room and she was rushing the college interns around ensuring everything was perfect. Alicia stayed out of the way, wandering the halls until her meeting with Martin.

She was always so nervous for her pre-presentation meetings with Martin. Martin had always been like a father to her. When Alicia’s father passed away 7 years ago Martin promised that he would always take care of her. On this day he called to schedule their meeting for 1030am. Early meetings generally meant Martin was particularly keen on impressing the new clients and would be very specific about the role she would be playing in today’s meeting.

Alicia took a deep breath before entering his office. The lights were dim and the currents closed. A selection of lingerie and stiletto heels were displayed on the oversized dark wood desk in the middle of the room. Alicia wiped her sweaty palms down the sides of her black skirt and waited for Martin. He walked from the hidden door to the left of his desk. He walked with such authority and presence that Alicia sat up straighter in her chair.

“Alicia,” he began taking a seat behind his desk.