No Choice for Hobson

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It had started as a normal shift. I arrived at the factory and changed in the females’ changing room, though broom cupboard would have been a more accurate description. I stripped down to my bra and panties and just as I reached for my overalls, my eyes caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. I was pleasantly surprised at what I saw. I’d been working here for six months and my 5’7” figure was toned. At thirty-two I was the not only the youngest project manager, I was the only female project manager and I knew I was dressing down in an attempt to fit in. The overalls and helmets made everyone look the same but seeing my 32C boobs and my size ten body reflected back at me gave me a lift. After buttoning my overalls, I tied my long wavy auburn hair back in a ponytail, put on my helmet and walked out onto the factory floor. I was two hours into a six hour shift when the loudspeaker called, “Would Susan Hobson please come to the Boardroom.” My heart sank. The was nothing worse for an engineer than to have to sit and explain to men in suits why things were not happening as quickly as their spreadsheets predicted. I thought about changing out of my overalls back into my ordinary clothes but then decided why bother dressing up for the suits. “Susan,” gushed Derek, my line manager as I walked into the Boardroom and immediately my heart sank. I knew this wasn’t going to be good. “Have a seat,” he continued as he busied himself getting me a coffee before sitting down and breaking the bad news. “Susan, the guys upstairs want a hands-on, proactive engagement type overview of the operation,” he wittered on. I felt my mind drifting as mangled jargon buzzwords spewed out of his mouth. However, the tiny part of my brain still listening rang alarm bells and I switched back in just in time to hear him say, “So you will have one of the executives shadowing you and your team for the next week or so.” He sat there with a stupid grin on his face as I exploded. “I am not having some suit shadowing me. They’ll get etimesgut escort in the way,” I yelled at him, standing up and gesticulating wildly in the direction of the executive suite. “Too late,” he replied and looked over, just as the door opened and in she walked. She walked in as if she owned the place and as I stood there, mouth open, she ran her eyes over me, eyes sparkling. She stopped beside Derek and stood there in her killer heels, all 5’2” of her. “Is this Hobson?” she asked Derek, picking a piece of imaginary fluff off his jacket. I found I had to drag my eyes away from her slender frame, encased in a white silk blouse and black jacket and skirt. I didn’t even have time to wonder if they were stockings or tights that she was wearing before she turned to look at me and as she spoke, my ears shut down. All my brain activity was focused on the visuals. All I heard was, “I’m Lily…” before I just saw the red lips moving, almost in slow motion, the pale skin and heavy mascara around the eyes that were a vivid almost emerald green. She looked in her early forties. Her jet black hair was cut short, in a pixie style that suited her facial structure with her high cheekbones and flawless skin. At last my brain caught up as I realised she was asking me if the overalls were my normal attire. “What is the problem with overalls?” I asked, confused, but realising I hadn’t been paying attention to what Lily had been saying. She sighed in such a way that I knew it was my fault she was exasperated. I can’t explain what was going through my head but I knew things were going to be difficult. I’d never worked with a woman boss before. I was in a male-dominated career and generally hung out with the guys. I couldn’t explain why but Lily made me feel uncomfortable. Derek quickly made his excuses and left and as I glanced over at Lily, I saw she seemed to be checking me out. She looked up, smiled and suggested I show her where to get changed into her overalls, since if she eryaman escort was going to be shadowing me, she’d better look the part. As we walked down the corridor, she attempted to reassure me that it was purely a fact-finding exercise and she wouldn’t be interfering with how I ran the team but I was on edge. I’d heard the rumours about restructuring and redundancies. Though my team always met its targets, as the youngest project manager and last in, I knew my team would be scrutinised and I was in the firing line. I led her into the changing rooms and told her I’d go and find her something more suitable for the factory floor. I got a new set of the smallest overalls we had and a pair of boots from the stores and walked back into the changing room. As I walked in I stopped short. She was bending over, having just unzipped her skirt and was sliding it down her legs. God, she looked attractive; trim, petite, her black hair in stark contrast to the pale, almost luminescent white skin. The little lacy white bra covering her small boobs, a 30b at most I reckoned, along with matching lacy panties and hold-ups. I smiled at her and handed the overalls and boots to her, trying to cover up the fact I’d been staring at her but it obviously hadn’t worked as she stood there, hands on hips looking at me. I could feel the tension in the air as it looked as if she was about to say something then relaxed, said “Thanks,” and took the clothing off me, getting dressed quickly and following me outside. She stood a little bit behind me as I oversaw the team. I found it so hard to concentrate. I’d been single for six months; ever since my boyfriend had accidentally texted a naked picture of himself to me when I was at work by mistake with the message ‘S on nightshift… cum over here now!’ It had been a hard breakup and I had buried myself in my work. Now, however thoughts kept flashing into my head of Lily, stripped to her underwear, those pert little tits in that lacy bra. I could smell sincan escort her perfume as she moved around, writing notes as she watched the team in action. I started fantasising, imagining her naked. “What is wrong with me?” I thought. I’d been with a woman before, a drunken experiment while I was at university but I’d always been straight. But still, thoughts kept creeping into my head. Wondering what she was like in bed. Was she still the boss in the bedroom as well as the boardroom? Other than that, the rest of the shift went pretty smoothly considering she was there, watching both me and the team. I could tell she was freaking some of the guys out but she kept back, didn’t interfere, just watching and taking notes. As the shift ended, she turned to me and asked if I had time to go over a few things she’d observed and wanted clarification on before she wrote her report. “Of course,” I replied, though inside I was thrown. I expected her to ask a lot more questions and get a real understanding of what we were doing. I was now pretty sure we were for the chop and this was just a cosmetic exercise. Derek had said she’d be shadowing us for a week and now she was finished after less than half a shift. “Good,” she said, smiling, her head cocked to one side. “Let’s go and get changed out of these,” as she fingered at the overall material while pulling a face. As the door of the changing room shut behind us, she dropped her pad onto the bench and as I turned to see what the noise was, she stretched and looking at me, began unbuttoning the overalls. “You run a good team,” she began. “It’s too bad they won’t be together much longer.” “Now wait a minute,” I interrupted, “You can’t make a decision to shut down our team on the basis of a couple of hours observation.” “It’s not based on a couple of hours observation,” she replied, as she let her overalls drop to the floor. I was finding it hard to argue with a woman who was now standing in front of me, wearing just a lacy silk bra and panties and hold-up stockings. “The company has been told to make economies. I’ve had to make tough decisions.” She paused, running her eyes up and down my body before looking me in the face. “I’ve been told to cut a team. You haven’t convinced me as to why it shouldn’t be you. You haven’t shown me what you can do.”

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