My boss is a bitch.

I had gotten a job in an Advertising Agency in town. I was the junior even though I was 21yo. Straight out of Uni I was full of knowledge, most of which bore no resemblance to real life and a real job. I had been there may be about 6 months when my boss resigned and we got a new manager, Ms Monica Adams. She was tallish, wore business suits and was very straight laced. Hair pulled back in a bun and sensible shoes. Us younger crowd wore dresses of skirts and heels. I guess we thought it looked trendy. Ms Adams frowned at us but never told us to dress like her. Frankly, it looked dowdy.

Ms Adams started to interview staff one by one and when it got to my turn it was the usual stuff. My education, thoughts for the future, etc. etc. Looking back she must have spotted something in me that I didn’t even know what. She began to have little chats with me. Then one night she invited me to dinner. I have to say that I was a little worried. What was her motive? Anyway I went, had dinner and a couple of wines and unfortunately, or fortunately, the wine loosened my tongue. I revealed that I didn’t have a boyfriend, I wasn’t a virgin, I had sworn off men and, most embarrassingly I admitted my sex like consisted of sessions with a vibrator. She didn’t seemed shocked but asked me if I enjoyed the vibrator and I then admitted it was a bit boring because it wasn’t real. But better than nothing. In my intoxicated state I thought she might make a pass at me but she didn’t. She drove me home, said goodnight and left.

The next day I was terribly embarrassed and spent the day dodging Ms Adams. It wasn’t until about 4pm she called me into the office. “Pam, about last night. I got the feeling you were wanting some excitement in your life” she said. I thought “my God here it comes”. But she said she was in a small group that met at weekends to compare experiences. “Would you be interested? You could come and observe” she said. I was mystified just what she was talking about but as I never really did anything on weekends I said ok. “Oh good” she said “I will pick you up at 2pm Saturday. Is a little out of town, about half an hour’s drive”. Oh course my mind was running rampant. What was it all about? Was she, in fact, setting me in some lesbian situation? I had never been with a woman, never even contemplating such a thing. I hoped that wasn’t what she was suggesting.

Saturday 2pm arrived and I walked out when she pulled up. I looked into the car and got quite a shock. Gone was the business suit and the bun. Instead she wore a shirt quite short and a loose fitting top and it looked like she wasn’t wearing a bra. I had chosen a short skirt and top. “You look nice” she said “you looked surprised. No, I don’t wear work clothes on weekends”. She obviously knew why I had a surprised look on my face. We drove pretty much in silence and arrived in this large industrial estate on the edge of town. There were several cars already parked outside a factory. “Here we are Pam. Now don’t be shocked at what you see. Just observe” she said. We walked into the factory and to a large room at the back.