Chapter 1 Monday AM
Helen got out of bed and showered ready for work. She was looking forward to the day ahead with some trepidation as her office, something of an outpost of empire, was expecting a new boss to be appointed. A thrusting young manager was being sent from Head Office to get their business back on track. They say that a new broom sweeps clean, or so her boyfriend said when she mentioned it, so it was not without anxiety that she approached the day ahead. She was a 25 year old insurance adviser and sales person in a branch office of a major brokerage. Her legs were so long she always got special attention and like to wear clothing to accentuate her assets.
She wore a smart mid grey business suit with short skirt, maybe shorter than she should, and fitted jacket which showed off her curves to good effect. Under the jacket was the tightest fitting white shirt she could find. The form of her pert breasts were accentuated by the silky embrace of the cotton fabric. Her dark shining hair hung loose about her shoulders.
She slipped her feet into black stiletto court shoes, pointed toes and 5 inch heels. Bare legs would show them off at their best. Her prowess in this respect would show the other girls in the office that she ruled. They had an unspoken contest to see who could wear the most outrageously sexy shoes to work, and she invariably played the trump card by sporting these pencil thin vertiginous heels. So with her tight sexy business suit, and her leather skyscraper heels she strode off to the office, a matter of half a mile's walk. She felt like she was flying as the 5 inch heels gave her the sensation that she was leaving the ground. Heels always made her feel this way, as if she had taken to the air and was above everyone else, the streets and houses too. She looked sensational even by her own admission as she stole a glance at her reflection in a shop window. It had crossed her mind that by turning up for work as an ultra sexy temptress it would make her job more secure than it had been under the old management.
She burst into the office with slightly more optimism, to see the other staff dressed to impress too. She did not feel too deflated because she had won the contest of the high heels and no-one else wore higher than a 4 inch heel. Dorothy, a lady in her forties had red shoes on with a peep toe and 4 inch heels. Still very trim for her years, she wore a paler grey trouser suit. The office junior, Dawn, had a tight short skirt, fitted black top and riding-style flat boots on. Helen's close colleague Dave was in a dark suit as usual but his best wedding/funeral suit so he looked smart too.
"No heels for him," thought Helen, with a smile. "Hi everyone, lovely morning!" she said. Dave perked up a bit as he saw her, about 35 with a young family he was nervous about the changes in the office.
The office was fully open plan except for the Manager's office which remained empty since Mrs Tyfield's retirement the previous Friday. The new manager had not yet arrived so the staff got down to the business of the day, shuffling paper, preparing policies and copying documents. The phones started ringing a few minutes later as potential clients and claimants started calling in. As this was going on a distinguished man in his early 40s appeared in the doorway. In a smart Jaeger suit and immaculate silk tie he waited for things to calm momentarily and introduced himself.
" My name is Jennings, Greg Jennings," he announced. " I am your new manager and hope to see everyone in turn this morning to explain how each of you fit in to the Company's strategy for this branch. If you say who you are just now so I know your names that would be great. It is nice to be here and I hope that together we can make some headway in improving the business and viability of the branch."
At the word "viability" Dave gulped almost imperceptibly as he knew it could ultimately mean closure. They each in turn duly introduced themselves and Jennings acknowledged them in a friendly way, shaking hands in turn as they got up to greet him.
"Dave, I would like to see you first, if you have time," said Jennings. " It should take half an hour or so, but I expect Helen will field your calls in the meantime."
"Of course Mr Jennings," said Helen, as she strode back to her desk. She thought she had caught Jennings admiring her legs and heels as she did so.
As if recovering from a trance Jennings said, "And it's Greg everyone please, "Mr Jennings" was my old Dad. I hope we can all be on first name terms in such a small office."
Dave followed Greg in to his office and closed the door behind him. Greg started his discussion with Dave and the others could only catch a glimpse every now and then to try and discern what was going on. As Helen moved about the office between her desk and the coffee area and copier/printer she was aware that Greg shot glances at her. She could tell in her bones that it was her legs that attracted him, and the taut line her legs and arse had in the extreme heels she was wearing. Feeling quite proud of herself she tried to make the journey more frequent, so that she could confirm her suspicions. Sure enough her hunch was correct and Greg was surreptitiously enjoying the view despite his conversation with Dave.
When Dave emerged from Greg's office, it was Helen's turn. Dave had been empowered to tell the others about his fate, but Helen went straight in to talk to the new manager, who would evidently would tell her face to face.
"Ok, Helen, I have had very favourable reports from Mrs Tyfield and Head office about you," he started. "This is all cleared at the highest level and you are to be my new assistant manager. Dave has been asked to move to another office to take up a similar role so he is promoted also. It will mean a little more travelling for him though".
"Thanks Greg," burst out Helen, " that is fantastic news. We were all so worried about things. How will we cope without Dave business-wise? We will be stretched without him".
"I like your thinking, Helen, and for that reason I will employ three more junior staff and we can train them both with day release at college, and during block sessions at Head Office" Greg continued, " I also intend to introduce a dress code in line with what we decide today following my lunchtime meeting when you will accompany me."
"Dress code? That won't go down too well, Greg. All the girls like to wear their own gear" replied Helen. She envisaged dowdy grey suits and clunky low heeled shoes, guaranteed to make her feel gloomy about her work.
"No Helen, you misunderstand me. The reason I am taking you along is because you have the most attractive look in the office, your style will be the model for the uniform, and you will choose from the selection I have set up," said Greg. "I want to re-assure you that you will be consulted. So 12.30 it is! We can walk as it is not far."
Helen was puzzled but flattered by the compliment, and also the promotion. She would enjoy recruiting new staff and hoped Dorothy and Dawn would have similarly good news.
As it turned out Dorothy stayed where she was and Dawn was no longer the office junior, so good news all round. Dave was sorry to have to say goodbye but the extra money would be great for his family. He began to clear his desk and load personal items into his car. Helen related Greg's plan to have a dress code in the office to the others.
Dawn said, "I hope the shoes aren't too high as I am not so used to heels as you guys. Especially you Helen."
"We will just have to wait and see" replied Helen. What she thought was " we won't be wearing flat boots like yours Dawn!! You will be earning your extra salary in further training!!!"
Helen got out of bed and showered ready for work. She was looking forward to the day ahead with some trepidation as her office, something of an outpost of empire, was expecting a new boss to be appointed. A thrusting young manager was being sent from Head Office to get their business back on track. They say that a new broom sweeps clean, or so her boyfriend said when she mentioned it, so it was not without anxiety that she approached the day ahead. She was a 25 year old insurance adviser and sales person in a branch office of a major brokerage. Her legs were so long she always got special attention and like to wear clothing to accentuate her assets.
She wore a smart mid grey business suit with short skirt, maybe shorter than she should, and fitted jacket which showed off her curves to good effect. Under the jacket was the tightest fitting white shirt she could find. The form of her pert breasts were accentuated by the silky embrace of the cotton fabric. Her dark shining hair hung loose about her shoulders.
She slipped her feet into black stiletto court shoes, pointed toes and 5 inch heels. Bare legs would show them off at their best. Her prowess in this respect would show the other girls in the office that she ruled. They had an unspoken contest to see who could wear the most outrageously sexy shoes to work, and she invariably played the trump card by sporting these pencil thin vertiginous heels. So with her tight sexy business suit, and her leather skyscraper heels she strode off to the office, a matter of half a mile's walk. She felt like she was flying as the 5 inch heels gave her the sensation that she was leaving the ground. Heels always made her feel this way, as if she had taken to the air and was above everyone else, the streets and houses too. She looked sensational even by her own admission as she stole a glance at her reflection in a shop window. It had crossed her mind that by turning up for work as an ultra sexy temptress it would make her job more secure than it had been under the old management.
She burst into the office with slightly more optimism, to see the other staff dressed to impress too. She did not feel too deflated because she had won the contest of the high heels and no-one else wore higher than a 4 inch heel. Dorothy, a lady in her forties had red shoes on with a peep toe and 4 inch heels. Still very trim for her years, she wore a paler grey trouser suit. The office junior, Dawn, had a tight short skirt, fitted black top and riding-style flat boots on. Helen's close colleague Dave was in a dark suit as usual but his best wedding/funeral suit so he looked smart too.
"No heels for him," thought Helen, with a smile. "Hi everyone, lovely morning!" she said. Dave perked up a bit as he saw her, about 35 with a young family he was nervous about the changes in the office.
The office was fully open plan except for the Manager's office which remained empty since Mrs Tyfield's retirement the previous Friday. The new manager had not yet arrived so the staff got down to the business of the day, shuffling paper, preparing policies and copying documents. The phones started ringing a few minutes later as potential clients and claimants started calling in. As this was going on a distinguished man in his early 40s appeared in the doorway. In a smart Jaeger suit and immaculate silk tie he waited for things to calm momentarily and introduced himself.
" My name is Jennings, Greg Jennings," he announced. " I am your new manager and hope to see everyone in turn this morning to explain how each of you fit in to the Company's strategy for this branch. If you say who you are just now so I know your names that would be great. It is nice to be here and I hope that together we can make some headway in improving the business and viability of the branch."
At the word "viability" Dave gulped almost imperceptibly as he knew it could ultimately mean closure. They each in turn duly introduced themselves and Jennings acknowledged them in a friendly way, shaking hands in turn as they got up to greet him.
"Dave, I would like to see you first, if you have time," said Jennings. " It should take half an hour or so, but I expect Helen will field your calls in the meantime."
"Of course Mr Jennings," said Helen, as she strode back to her desk. She thought she had caught Jennings admiring her legs and heels as she did so.
As if recovering from a trance Jennings said, "And it's Greg everyone please, "Mr Jennings" was my old Dad. I hope we can all be on first name terms in such a small office."
Dave followed Greg in to his office and closed the door behind him. Greg started his discussion with Dave and the others could only catch a glimpse every now and then to try and discern what was going on. As Helen moved about the office between her desk and the coffee area and copier/printer she was aware that Greg shot glances at her. She could tell in her bones that it was her legs that attracted him, and the taut line her legs and arse had in the extreme heels she was wearing. Feeling quite proud of herself she tried to make the journey more frequent, so that she could confirm her suspicions. Sure enough her hunch was correct and Greg was surreptitiously enjoying the view despite his conversation with Dave.
When Dave emerged from Greg's office, it was Helen's turn. Dave had been empowered to tell the others about his fate, but Helen went straight in to talk to the new manager, who would evidently would tell her face to face.
"Ok, Helen, I have had very favourable reports from Mrs Tyfield and Head office about you," he started. "This is all cleared at the highest level and you are to be my new assistant manager. Dave has been asked to move to another office to take up a similar role so he is promoted also. It will mean a little more travelling for him though".
"Thanks Greg," burst out Helen, " that is fantastic news. We were all so worried about things. How will we cope without Dave business-wise? We will be stretched without him".
"I like your thinking, Helen, and for that reason I will employ three more junior staff and we can train them both with day release at college, and during block sessions at Head Office" Greg continued, " I also intend to introduce a dress code in line with what we decide today following my lunchtime meeting when you will accompany me."
"Dress code? That won't go down too well, Greg. All the girls like to wear their own gear" replied Helen. She envisaged dowdy grey suits and clunky low heeled shoes, guaranteed to make her feel gloomy about her work.
"No Helen, you misunderstand me. The reason I am taking you along is because you have the most attractive look in the office, your style will be the model for the uniform, and you will choose from the selection I have set up," said Greg. "I want to re-assure you that you will be consulted. So 12.30 it is! We can walk as it is not far."
Helen was puzzled but flattered by the compliment, and also the promotion. She would enjoy recruiting new staff and hoped Dorothy and Dawn would have similarly good news.
As it turned out Dorothy stayed where she was and Dawn was no longer the office junior, so good news all round. Dave was sorry to have to say goodbye but the extra money would be great for his family. He began to clear his desk and load personal items into his car. Helen related Greg's plan to have a dress code in the office to the others.
Dawn said, "I hope the shoes aren't too high as I am not so used to heels as you guys. Especially you Helen."
"We will just have to wait and see" replied Helen. What she thought was " we won't be wearing flat boots like yours Dawn!! You will be earning your extra salary in further training!!!"