“Did you catch that, Dr. J?” Randi purred, sitting aside me at the table in the small room we used f
“Did you catch that, Dr. J?” Randi purred, sitting aside me at the table in the small room we used for meetings as Melissa continued her presentation at the head of the table, in front of us both, “72 percent? That’s crazy…”We were about ten minutes in to the ‘quick’ talk Melissa had prepared for me, about a “new opportunity”, as she phrased it. She had asked Randi, as our “Director of Social Media”, to sit in as well…not that I really understood the plans for our Facebook page and all this mumbojumbo Melissa was spouting, but two pretty girls in high heels and tight everythings can be hard to refuse. And what could be the harm, right?“72 percent and climbing,” Melissa added, reading off a slide she had projected up onscreen. Marisela had been nice enough to set up our ersatz multimedia equipment for us before she took off for the day, and then in the semi-dark of the room it was just us three…and these weird statistics. “Background information,” Melissa called it.“Law school, medical school, business school…” she continued, “all are now dominated by a majority of female students. That-” She began reading verbatim, again, from the slide, “ - is projected to lead to even greater satur…saturation of already female-dominated professions in these areas.”“Looks like you’re an endangered species, Dr. J…” Randi joked, “I mean - when two out of three medical students are female, and it’s soon going to be…” She looked up at her friend…Melissa went to the folder of papers she had laid out on the table in front of her. “…4 out of 5 within 3 years. That’s, like, seventy-five percent,” she said.“Yeah 4 out of 5. And I bet it’ll get even more like that, more girls,” Randi stated, “They’ll get the jobs, be the majority of the profession.” At that her voice dropped to a playful, syrupy pout. “Awww….poor Dr. J. There won’t many male doctors at all soon for you to play with…”“Ha very funny…” I said, shifting in my seat as again I had to readjust and keep hidden the erection which had bloomed, early into this whole endeavor. Randi was sitting close, just behind me, and Melissa stood over me, smelling great and towering in 4-inch heels and her tight, figure-hugging dress, white with black details. And it was not just the scenery, or the florid promise of female company that had summoned my unwelcome arousal. Randi, at least for her part, knew from our time alone in her car together, that this was secretly exciting stuff to me. As dry as it sounded, it piqued deep submissive tendencies.But what was this all for again?“And women are not just succeeding and excelling in medicine, law, education,” Melissa continued, reciting word-for-word again from her notes, “But female-led small-businesses are now being shown to outperform male-run businesses in similar industries, growing at an average rate of 12.5%, where their male counterparts have seen their businesses actually shrink in gross revenue by almost 5%.”“So…” I began, trying to ignore the pangs of male pride as a new slide with what again looked like professionally-prepared graphics appeared behind Melissa, “what does all this have to do with us?” I mean, I’d started hearing stats like this before, even in the mainstream media. But…“Oh,” Randi chimed in, leaning towards me to put a hand on my shoulder, “Good question…”“Yes, very good question sweetie!” Melissa lauded, “because I was just going to get to that, the fun part!”“So, in this year’s upcoming elections,” Melissa began, reading again from her notes, “both local, state and national, women candidates outnumber male candidates for the first time in history.”“And do you know why that is?” Randi asked, coming closer to speak into my ear.“Well, that’s because of this new party, right?” I spoke up, feeling a bit like I was being quizzed like a simpleton. They were referring of course to the “New Women” Party (or “New Woman” Party…I couldn’t keep it straight), this political movement that had seen many female politicians from both parties caucus to a new, third-party group that had grown by surprising leaps-and-bounds over the past couple years. This year, in the elections that were now less than six weeks away, they looked to possibly make their first real, actual impact.“That’s right!” Melissa lauded, smiling proudly down at me - her star student today, as Randi inched in closer. Randi had let her hair down a few minutes ago, and the smell of her shampoo brought back memories of that dark, illicit night in her car. At the same time Melissa’s perfume was powerful, a deep undercurrent keeping my attention.“Everyone here at the office…all the cool girls, at least, are going to vote for them…” Randi quipped, letting her left breast press firmly into my right arm as she leaned in to look at my notes. “They’re super popular.” It was true, they were the “cool girls” of politics, of social movements, for sure. And not just among younger women. Even my wife Sheryl, who was usually a pretty level-headed woman (to say the least) was talking of supporting them, seriously considering giving them her vote in November. I knew she’d been to a couple meetings with her friend Olivia, who was working as some sort of consultant for Maura Weisman. It was this group, the national branch apparently, that had prepared all these statistics.“Anyway, it’s so exciting!” Melissa said, excitement bubbling, “we’ve been approached by the party to be part of their new program supporting female-led businesses. They want to help companies like ours succeed, help women like us grow.”“Wait a second,” I said, blinking through my confusion, “‘Female-led’…?”“Well, I mean, look at this chart…” Melissa said, pulling up a graph - again, professionally prepared (by who?) - of our practice’s revenue by date…complete with the recent nose-dive, starting about six weeks ago. “You’ve been the head of the practice for a long time, but you do have to admit we need some help.”“I-…” I began, but then stopped myself. Six weeks ago was when you started as our Office Manager, Melissss…Melissa!!!“Shhh…” came Randi’s voice, from just behind my ear as a hand slid down my arm, onto my thigh. I saw Melissa’s eyes dart down and had trouble reading her reaction.“It’s hard to see, I know,” Melissa continued.“Your male pride hurt?” Randi purred.“But female-run businesses just do better,” Melissa said, “and with the support of New Women, we can do even better still…if…”“If w-what?”“Well, if I’m more the face of the company. If we run it like a woman would,” she said, trying to be gentle, “And, if they can use us in their, like…”“Social media, promotional ads, that sort of thing,” Randi added.“Uh…” We were a medical practice…Did we really need all this??“It’ll mean grants, assistance…”My head was starting to spin, and when Melissa turned for the moment back to the screen, pulling up another slide-Through my khakis and under the table, Randi’s hand grabbed my cock.My stomach lurched, my belly tightened. I was, already, so hard. I pushed her hand away but within a second it was back on me, and she squeezed.“I knew it…” she whispered covertly into my ear, massaging my hard shaft with her hand.Just as Melissa turned back to us I slapped it away. Gritting my teeth and tensing my jaw, I looked up at her, pulse racing. Her gaze again was speculative, but after picking up her notes she turned back to her screen. Under my breath, I muttered to Randi: “stop it.”I heard Randi chuckle, just over my right shoulder, and her breast press more firmly into me as Melissa flipped to the next slide…======================Thanks all for your patience, and to my co-authors for their help in steering me on this one. Also big thanks to @womenwilldominate and @femsupleague-sl for graphics and advice. -- source link