by Cyan
Copyright 2004 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
"Yes, definitely," I said. Kristen had asked if I thought Ron was attractive and though I probably wouldn't have volunteered the idea, I was quite willing to admit it. "I just..." I started, but stopped cold.
"Yes?" said Kristen. I suppose I felt a reluctance to say too much to someone I'd just met. Our conversation seemed to have grown a touch personal rather quickly. But Jane had specifically suggested I seek out Kristen, that she was someone I could depend on.
"Well, I hope he thinks I'm OK," I said.
"Ah ha," said Kristen, her face lighting up.
"Not that. It's just that this job is only probationary for me and it's going to be up to him whether I can stay." I need this job, I mentally added.
For a moment Kristen said nothing and I almost felt embarrassed. Of course she had a permanent position and I wondered whether she'd begun on probationary status. "Well," she finally said, sounding thoughtful. "It's pretty clear what you have to do."
"Huh?" I said for some reason. It was pretty clear that I had to do my job satisfactorily but the way she said it didn't seem to be about that.
"Now don't be naive." I stared at her, sort of comprehending, but not quite believing I was talking to someone who thought that way. "Listen," she said. "You may have come from some company that works differently, but here, it's you who have to take the initiative."
"What?"
"You know laws have made it impossible for a supervisor to come on to us. So it's understood that we have to start it."
"Not me!"
She gave me a look that almost suggested pity. "I don't think you quite understand," she said with a slight smile. "In the old days, if he wants you, he comes on to you. These days, if you're a woman, you unmistakably come on to him so if he wants you, he simply accepts. If you want a future." I stared at her, considering whether I could believe such a thing. "Maybe it's different in some industries. But in competitive fields like this..."
"I can't do that," I said, probably barely above a whisper.
"If your job is on the line," she said. We stared at each other. This has to be a joke, I thought. "What you need to do," she said, her voice now as quiet as mine had been, "is, without any sign whatsoever from him, kneel at his feet, unbutton your blouse so he can see your chest, push his knees apart, unzip him, and give him the best blowjob you know how."
I'm positive my mouth hung open, both at her choice of words and what she was saying. This can't be happening, was all I could say to myself. I found myself thinking about Ron. Could he possibly expect that? Kristen worked for him. Did she do this? But why would she be telling me this if she didn't? She simply didn't seem the type. Can you tell a woman who operates that way? And did she have a choice?
"You see," said Kristen, "it's all up to him. It's up to you to convince him that you're worth keeping around."
* * *
I couldn't help it. I felt impossibly self-conscious. Ron smiled. He seemed the same as he had been earlier, yet I now found myself watching his every move for any possible sign of what Kristen had told me. But she'd said that the game is that he makes absolutely no sign of interest. He merely waits and sees if I show myself worthy, always with the option of not bothering to keep me past the probationary period.
The thing was, I needed this job. I needed it badly. I remembered how I'd thought of him before. I hadn't exactly felt an attraction but he'd seemed like a possible candidate. Under other circumstances, if he'd asked me out, I couldn't imagine saying no. But this changed things. Now I suspected him of all the things Kristen had said.
And I was trapped. He talked on about my job, explaining. So nice. Kristen had stressed that he'd show absolutely no sign of what he expected. That they all were very good at that. That everything was on me. And that if I didn't, another woman would.
I worried that I wasn't catching all the instructions he was trying to give me, what with the distractions of my own thoughts. "Any questions?" he finally said. My heart beat hard. Kristen had told me I had to act early and decisively.
He wasn't repulsive, not in the least. I knew he was about to send me back out, to start work. The door to his office was closed and we were alone. I slipped down to my knees.
I couldn't look at his face. Scooting closer, pushing his knees apart, I went for his zipper, fumbling with the buttons on my blouse at the same time. This was so far from anything I'd done, even with a boyfriend. My fingers trembled, but I started to get his fly down.
He grabbed my wrists, jerking them away. I was forced to look up at him. All I could see was the shocked expression on his face.
* * *
"I'm sorry," she said and sighed. "In the old days, you know, this wouldn't mean a thing, a little misunderstanding. But now--now we have to take every complaint seriously and it doesn't matter if it comes from a man or a woman. It's a matter of fairness. We certainly can't deal with complaints about men effectively if we don't do the same for complaints about women." I'd never been so embarrassed in my life. I wanted so badly to simply run home. Before, I'd spent so long convincing Jane I was suitable for employment, and now to be called me back so soon, and for such a thing! "Ron filed a complaint and we simply cannot ignore it."
I needed this job so badly. I thought about trying to explain, what Kristen had said. Would I have listened to Kristen if Jane hadn't specifically suggested I seek her out? I always hated making excuses. Why had I believed her? "I need another chance," I said.
"What?" said Jane. I'd spoken so softly she obviously didn't hear me well, but then she seemed to comprehend the gist of it. "Since you're on probation, it seems obvious that we simply let you go, but I admit I do have some discretion in the matter." Please, I almost said aloud. I knew I looked like a fool, guilty as can be. "Do you understand?" she asked.
"Yes," I said.
"You see," said Jane, "it's all up to me. It's up to you to convince me that you're worth keeping around."
"I understand," I said.
She looked at me, seeming to consider the matter. "Maybe you do and maybe you don't," she said. "You see, it's all up to me. It's up to you to convince me that you're worth keeping around."
I stared at her. She still didn't go on. Well? I thought. And why was she being so weird, the way she was talking? "I swear I won't do anything like that again," I said.
"You see," she said, "it's all up to me. It's up to you," she said, and paused. "It's up to you to convince me that you're worth keeping around."
She was so calm the way she looked at me. "You see," she said, "it's all up to me..."
* * *
"I think," she finally said, looking down at me, "you and I will schedule a weekly meeting to work on your problems. Now button your blouse and you can get back to work, for the time being."
Cyan Stories
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