The summer break is around the corner, and all our classmates already have summer jobs thanks to Miss Pearson, our Principal. We wouldn't mind spending the whole summer doing recto verso sun tanning by a pool with a couple of boys; but working means money for clothes our parents won't buy for us.
A few days before the end of term, our Principal had found us jobs at a local law firm. We thanked her, and she admonished us. "Don't disappoint me!"
We answered, "Yes Miss!" in unison.
We exchanged high fives for shopping, for stockings, heels and make up that we can't buy with the meager pocket money given by our parents. We tried to dress as young ladies, and we didn't ride our bikes to work, we took the tram.
Burlington and Burlington's law firm was housed into ancient downtown mansion setback from the street with a private parking. We were welcomed into a monumental hall with an impressive staircase by an elegant middle aged lady. She introduced herself as Mrs Burlington, wife and assistant to the eponymous President.
She led us to a large ground floor office on the left side of that staircase. She introduced us to two young women named Maria and Anna with very short miniskirts. She also explained. "We usually have four secretaries, as they are alternating to take time off during the summer you will be helping out."
She added. "Our girls are under a work and study program with the local Adult Education Community Service, and we apply the same disciplinary measures. Please sign the affidavits accepting these conditions." Pop had threatened to register me with that program, and I apprehensively signed. Betty signed, and I was surprised by her embarrassed blush.
Mrs B left us with our new colleagues. We were showed our desks. Maria was obviously the older one, as she told Anna to take us on a tour.
We were back in the grandiose hall, and told that the ground floor offices on the opposite side of our department are about accounting, and not our concern.
We climbed that superb staircase to discover thick carpeting, wood paneling, and oil paintings. We were told that it is the floor with the offices of Mr Burlington and his associates, plus their assistants. We understood from the repeating Burlington name on the gold plates that it is a small family firm.
A second staircase followed, it wasn't as impressive as the first one, but still quite large. It led to a huge room with high ceiling and library like shelving with stepladders on wheels. We were introduced to two archivists, and told that we would also be helping them when they alternatively take their summer break. I imagined them looking up our skirts when we would be climbing those stepladders, but sadly they were too old for us.
Having returned to our office, our computers were set up with our own account and Outlook. The IT geek was dishy, and his shirt wasn't perfectly pressed. It meant that he wasn't taken. Betty was already eyeing him!
Chatty Betty asked our colleagues if they have summer classes at their Adult Education Community Service. "Two mornings a week for those who haven't achieved a B average."
She didn't have to say a word to further question them, her dancing eyebrows did it.
With a blush Maria added. "Yes, we are both concerned."
I didn't dare ask about those "disciplinary measures"
I soon had other concerns as my new Outlook mail box was filling up with various forms to be filled on behalf of the lawyers assistants.
As we were preparing for lunch, we were quite surprised to be given generous lunch vouchers. Our new colleagues laughed. "B and B does have its perks!"
Anna added with a meaningful grin, "And its snags!"
Betty again had the embarrassing blush she had when Mrs B had mentioned 'disciplinary measures".
I had a "Huh?" and they laughed. I added a "What?" and they laughed the more!
Betty eventually enlightened me. "Disciplinary measures mean that you will get your butt tanned if you don't apply yourself."
"OH! A spanking?"
My imagination ran wild...
Anna laughed, "Spankings are for little girls, you're a big girl, it could be the hairbrush for starters, or the belt..."
Maria chimed back. "Always bare butt!"
Betty had a meaningful, "AH!"
I blushed crimson, and the three of them exclaimed. "What! You never had your pretty little bum smacked !?"
Red face, I pitifully shook my head negatively.
Lisa and co
To be continued...
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