Career Shift

"Good! You have made the right decision, you will be a perfect addition here," Tom exclaimed as he shook my hand. "As you can see, as well as having liberal office attitudes, we also have a very high standard to maintain," he continued. "For example, you may have noticed that we have a strict dress policy that all employees are expected to maintain." He was right, I had noticed that all the women were dressed to the same high level, with the short but elegant skirts, the seemed stockings, high heels, designer tops, perfectly coifed hair. I had not seen any male employees at that point, just Tom.

"I did notice the females all dressed similar but I haven't seen any other males so I'm wondering if how I'm dressed now is okay?" I inquired. Tom snickered and paused before speaking.

"That is not appropriate attire for the office, the standard is the same for all," Tom insisted. I was puzzled. Did he mean that his suit was the standard? What did he mean by "same for all"?

"So you mean silver suits?" I asked naively. Again, Tom snickered at my question. I was beginning to get frustrated. "What is the standard uniform for men in the office then?" I asked bluntly.

"The same applies for everyone," he stated again.

"But I haven't seen any male employees yet," I continued.

"Yes you have, Janey and Natalie for example," Tom replied. Now I was really confused. Why did he say that Janey and Natalie were male, that was impossible. I puzzled some more, looking very confused.

"What?" was the only stupid sounding reply that I could come up with. Tom called Natalie into his office again. Once again she promptly glided into the office with a grin on her face as if she was in on a giant secret. She again assumed the subservient position in front of her boss. Tom got up from his seat and took Natalie by her hand and he sat on the couch next to me. He pulled Natalie to his lap and began stroking her long, perfect thighs.