Scott's Dominant Fantasy (16 page)

"A new accountant, hum, I didn't think we needed one. Well anyways, what's your name, beautiful?” Clearly Greg had abandoned whatever he was here early to do and reverted to pick-up mode with me as his new target.

Suddenly I realized why I didn't want to tell him who I was and it went beyond dealing with his reaction. I was having fun and I wanted to flirt with my buddy. “Do you say that to all the girls, Greg? My name's Stacy and I'm here to work, just so you know."

"All of them, no, just the ones who look like you. Work, yah, I do that, but how about coffee first. You do drink coffee, don't you Stacy?” The look in Greg's eyes was priceless and I felt I had him reeled in already. His wide-eyed, deer-in-the-headlights look told me he was in awe of me and would do literally anything to impress me.
Humm, should I test that theory?

"Oh yes, Greg, I do drink coffee.” I replied as I took a seat at one of the tables.

"I'm brewing a fresh pot now. How do you take yours?” Greg smiled and I immediately looked at the coffee maker. It was indeed brewing and I chuckled on the inside because I remembered there had once been an office pool to bet on when, if ever, Greg would make coffee. No one had won because no one had seen him do so until now.

Next I concentrated on Greg's simple and wholly innocent question of what did I take in my coffee? My male mind realized how many outrageously flirty opportunities it presented. What would Greg think if I said I liked my coffee hot and black like my men? Now I had enough sense not to say that, but I desperately wanted to give Greg an opportunity to show how head over heels he was for the office's newest blonde hottie.

"Oh, I simply love those hazelnut-flavored creamers. They make the coffee taste heavenly. Do you have those?” I tried to lower the falsetto I'd been using to speak so it sounded sexier.

Greg began to look around the coffee maker, in drawers under the counters and in the fridge, but he seemed to come up empty. What would he do? “Well, it doesn't look like we have them, but . . . let me see what I can do.” Greg's voice actually dropped as he spoke becoming a low, manly bass when he was reassuring me he would take care of my needs.

"There's a little convenience store in the lobby. I'll go get some for you. It'll just take a few minutes” He was completely serious and he took off leaving me in utter shock. Was that Greg, the guy I'd never known to go out of his way for anyone else's needs?

Now I sat there alone with the smell of fresh coffee in the air. As I sat waiting for Greg's return, I waffled back and forth between pressing forward with my flirtation, or simply confessing who I was to him. Part of me felt guilty over what I was doing, but part of me wanted to keep playing and I knew Greg wouldn't stop.

"You're such a gentleman, Greg. Bravo to you.” I greeted Greg's return to the coffee room with this over-excited reaction and went to the extent of putting my hand with its fake, pink, polished nails on his arm. Somewhere I'd heard guys think it's hot when a woman touches them so I played that card.

After he'd fixed my coffee, Greg fixed his own and sat down next to me. “So, this may seem like a stupid question, but you seem real young to be a CPA. Now I know better than to ask a woman's age, but you must be almost fresh out of school to be as young as you look.” Greg was being sly, trying to get a handle on my age while acting innocent of actually asking. I had the advantage because I knew Greg was younger than Scott, but from our past conversations I knew he liked his women younger than he was, truthfully, the younger the better in his mind.

"No, it hasn't been too long. I just got certified eight months ago. At first I tried to go out on my own, but it's hard to drum up enough clients to survive on your own. These days all the small business owners want a big firm with a reputation standing behind them.” I felt a tinge of guilt because this was a boldface lie. Scott Gammons had held his certification for six years.

"Wow, eight months, Scott must have really been impressed by you. He usually only hires an accountant if they have two years’ experience or more.” Greg sipped his coffee and then continued. “Just so you know if you've only been certified for eight months you might want some help dealing with real world client problems. Remember I'm always there for you and I have experience."

I wondered if would be as eager to be there for me if I was fat and over forty, but I gave him my best feminine giggle and let my false eyelashes turn down as if I was embarrassed. “Thank you, you're so nice, Greg, are all the guys in this office as cute and helpful as you?” Then I looked right at him and fluttered my eyes.

"No, not all of them.” He chuckled. “You'll find I'm pretty unique and I'd love to get to know you better, Stacy. You seem like a very intelligent woman.” Greg had confidence when it came to women and he wasn't afraid to make a bold move like he did when he reached out and touched my hand.

Nervous as I was, I fought my initial instinct to pull my hand away and so it remained there for several seconds.
Intelligent? Greg, you never said that to Scott.
I remembered him once saying he didn't care if a girl was as dumb as a post as long as she looked good and let him fuck her. “Well, that's an interesting proposal and I'll certainly think about it. Right now, I'm between boyfriends and I don't want to rush into anything right away, but we'll see.” As I said it, I realized I was giving him the encouraging, hope-for-the-future put-off and I wondered how many times I'd heard the same thing from women. Did any of them realize how false and insincere it sounded?

My flirty conversation with Greg continued more than fifteen minutes while he basically showed me around and told me things about Benson & Forbes I of course already knew. The only interesting part came when I got him to talk about his boss, Scott Gammons. As I listened to Greg's assessment of the faults of my male persona, three other employees, one man and two women, arrived for work. Each time one of them looked at me I held my breath fearing instant recognition and utter humiliation, but none of them took me for anything but a new employee. However it did end Greg's private assess to me because the two women took me off to the coffee room and sort of monopolized the conversation as they tried to get to know me. They posed some interesting questions I's never anticipated and I had to think fast to respond to some of them.

It wasn't until Lady April finally sauntered into the coffee room that I felt I'd been rescued. April didn't say anything immediately she just stood by the table where we all were sitting and watched me with fascination. Finally when she poured herself a coffee spoke. “Hello, Stacy, Scott told me you'd be here this morning. He said he hired a new accountant and would I show you the ropes. He asked me because he said he wouldn't be in right away so shall we go to my office?” April's tone was polite, but I got the message she wanted to talk to me in private.

"Sure, I'm anxious to get started guess.” I nodded to April as I stood up and then I turned to Greg. “Thanks for the coffee and being such a gentleman, Greg.” As I said this I noticed the looks on the other women's faces like they were thinking
Greg? Gentleman? Those words don't go together.

"You're welcome, Stacy. Have a great first day.” Greg still had the wide-eyed look as he looked up at me and now I wondered if my flirty play had been a mistake.

On the way to April's office, I could feel her eyes all over me, scrutinizing me head to toe, but then she smiled and I knew she must not have found any flaws in my appearance.

"What have you been doing with Greg? He looks like a lovesick puppy.” April burst out after she closed her office door, but then she smiled and added. “You look amazing and it appears no one recognizes you."

Happy to hear her compliment my appearance, I was nevertheless feeling a bit guilty over what I'd done with Greg. “I'm sorry, but when I realized her didn't recognize me and he gave me that look. I just couldn't help flirting with him. It was like I wanted to.” I did feel ashamed in one way, but empowered in another.

"Oh, so my naughty sissy bitch has discovered flirting already. Hummm, do you like teasing men, Stacy?” April's question made me stop and think.

Do I?
It was a revelation I felt somewhat ashamed of because if I was teasing men, didn't that mean I wanted them, in a sexual way?

Feeling defensive, I tried to explain to Lady April my excitement over this new and utterly fascinating power I had. “Well, when he saw me I was terrified because I was sure he'd recognize me, but when he didn't it passed and . . . well Greg and I have talked about women before and it sorta appealed to me to see what I could get him to do now that I was this gorgeous blonde.” I paused and then some of April's words came back to me. “Didn't you say you wanted me to become a blue-eyed, blonde bimbo? Isn't teasing men what they do?"

April laughed. “Yes, of course it is. I'm just shocked at how quickly you took to it. You must be a natural flirt and perhaps if last night and this morning are any evidence, a natural slut. Do you want cock, Stacy?"

I was momentarily struck dumb by her question, but I realized it was justified. My mind scrambled to defend my flirting, but try to deny I had a desire for a real man's cock. Now understand I wasn't considered whether or not I did want cock, I was still in denial of that possibility. “I don't think so, My Lady. I think I'm just attracted to flirting. See when Scott would flirt it wasn't productive; in fact it usually ended in frustration when he got blown off. I'd get aroused by her beauty and the verbal interplay, but I had no control of the situation. When you think about it, women have the control when it comes to flirting. They usually decide if it goes any further or not. I think that's why I like it as Stacy because I feel in control. It's like playing with a guy, but if it becomes too serious you can pull back, or if you're getting aroused you can press forward. The bottom line is; it's a whole new game and I like it better as a woman."

"I see, but remember, sweet Stacy, you're not really a woman. You're merely dressed as a woman. A sissy slave feminized and dressed up like a pretty doll. You're my Barbie.” April laughed, but her point was well made.

I might be fascinated by flirting, but men were men and they wanted sex. Dare I play with Greg and get him all sexed up only to leave him frustrated? Even what I had done already could anger him when he found out the hot, new blonde in the office was really his boss, Scott. Then the shit would hit the proverbial fan.

I got pensive, my feminine side feeling guilty as my male side reminded her men had a name for women who shamelessly flirted and it wasn't very complimentary.
Am I a cockteaser?

"I guess I do need to be more careful. I'm sorry, My Lady.” I hung my head and felt like a disobedient child.

April could have shamed me further, but she chose to take pity. “You're beginning to see how truly difficult this is going to be for you. Living halfway between genders isn't easy, that's why I broached the subject of gender reassignment surgery last night. You need to seriously think about it."

Now I understood, April had been steering me when she grilled me last night. “I guess I do need to think about it and I will. I promise.” I knew it would take a lot of thought and perhaps some sort of revelation because I feared I wasn't ready for it yet.

April hugged me, but when she spoke I knew she'd shifted gears. “Okay, but what about today, Stacy? Are you ready for today's test? Everyone in this office has to know eventually and so there is no reason to delay. I intend they should know today if you think you can deal with that."

Too stunned to speak and thankfully we were interrupted by a knock on April's door. When I opened it, it was Anita with the most stunned look I'd ever seen on her face.

"Stacy? Is that you? Oh my god, you look amazing. If I didn't know, I never would have . . .” Anita didn't get to finish as a low squeal of delight came from the open doorway.

"Stac . . .oh my god . . . you're to die for, girl.” It was of course Laura and she ran to me and hugged me.

When the hug ended I informed them of the most amazing thing. “No one but you recognizes me. It's incredible."

"Have they all seen you?” Anita asked.

April realized not all of them had, but she had a solution. “No, not while we're in here, but Scott's office has that glass front wall. Let's take a walk, ladies."

Anita seemed worried about all of us going to my office. “Won't they get suspicious if we all go to Scott's office?"

April was unfazed. “Let them, they have to know sometime and besides, it's about to become Stacy's office."

So we made the journey and with all eyes upon us I sensed but one issue.

As soon as April shut the door to my office, I told them. “Karen, she's looking at me funny. She may not know, but I think she senses something."

Again April was cool, calm, and collected and right then I felt strongly she should be managing this office, not me. “That's all the more reason to tell them, so they don't figure it out first. Some of them will accept it and some won't, but I already talked with Human Resources at the New York office and both the law and company policy allow Stacy to do this."

Anita sighed, but Laura spoke up. “Then let's tell them. I'm behind Stacy one hundred percent."

April looked at Anita for confirmation. “Are you okay with this?"

Anita paused and looked unsure. “It's gonna be difficult, especially for the guys. They aren't going to understand, but yes I'm with you."

My emotions welled up inside me and I was suddenly terrified I'd freeze up and not be able to say anything. I didn't want to let my friends down, but how could I stand in the middle of the office and say this? My fear led my eyes to April. “My Lady, I'm going to need your help because I'm not sure I can do this. I mean I'll try to answer whatever questions they have, but I'm scared and I'm afraid I'll freeze up at the moment of truth.” Part of me felt sure April intended for me to announce this because it would contribute to my humiliation as her slave.

"Yes, I intended to make the announcement. In a way I sort of pushed woke up your suppressed desires so I'm responsible to see you through this. You may not believe it, but both Paulo and I want Stacy to be happy.” April reached out her arms to me and we hugged and I finally understood how while April had let me go years ago as a romantic lover, she still loved me.