Slowly Mrs. Paterson was beginning to learn the ways of the modern world. Not much had changed in terms of gender power. Men were still dominant in the business world with women running a distant second. After her first experiences with sexual exploitation at the hands of male interviewers, Mrs. Paterson had become numb with embarrassment and shame. Soon however, these experiences became routine and she slowly became accustomed to them. After a while it wasn't so bad anymore and she even began to enjoy the feeling of pleasing men. One by one her taboos had been lifted and replaced with utter decadency and filth. Several things had been done to her sexually and through a short period time, she was no longer shocked by what was asked of her. Instead, she took the "requests" as a matter of course. But nothing prepared her for what her middle aged boss had in store for her during the course of the next business day.

"Sit down Mrs. Paterson." said Dale Clemens (the balding executive). "I wish to speak with you about an upgrade in your...er...performance."

"Yes Mr. Clemens. How can I be of service to you?" smiled Mrs. Paterson sweetly making sure to bat her eyelashes in a very seductive manner. She wanted desperately to keep her sales job. Her hair had been freshly dyed bleach blonde for the private meeting and she wore a very short vinyl red mini skirt and shiny black high heels. All of this had been done at Dale's request.

"Well it seems to us Mrs. Paterson that you are not making enough sales in our clothing department." said the executive slowly. "We feel that our company would be better served if we transferred you to our private demonstration room where you can practice and present your ideas to our male staff. Perhaps through 'private' modeling we can come up with some fresh ideas - however the audience would be strictly men.....you understand of course."

"Certainly Mr. Clemens. I would love to do some private modeling for the men in your company." replied the desperate mother. "What would you like me to do?"

"Well I have two requests of you - the first of which I'm sure you will find rather easy to fulfill. The second may be a bit hard on you at first." replied her boss.

"What exactly do you mean Mr. Clemens?" Mrs. Paterson pouted seductively.

She slowly twirled her long hair with her index finger - playing the role of the dumb blonde perfectly. If there was anything that Mrs. Paterson had learned in the real world, it was that most middle aged men loved dumb giggly blondes - especially ones they could take advantage of at relatively low cost and risk to their marriage.

"Well....." Mr. Clemens began. "The first thing I'm going to tell you is that the private modeling position we have in store for you does not deal with our regular line up of fashion clothing. It involves lingerie of a very sexually provocative sort and we feel you are perfect for the assignment."

Mrs. Paterson nodded her head and smiled. She knew exactly what was in store for her - or so she thought.....(cont)