A Good Secretary Knows To Keep Her Mouth Shut, And Her Legs Open

When I was a young graduate, I worked as a secretary for the legal department at work. I was a 'piece' to distract the people who came to talk to the attorneys. I was hired for my red hair, and my tight dress. I liked dressing up, and having manicured nails, and high heels. Across from the legal department was the 'top secret stuff'. That's where plans for big deals were made, and the lawyers were deeply involved.

I was in line at the cafeteria and one of the top secret guys came up, and swatted my ass with a file folder. "You are looking good Connie, makes a man get hard". In those days it was before all the DEI stuff and HR getting in your business. I looked down and said "not hard enough". I had to go with him, he took me to the top secret department and into the fast printer room, I leaned on the printer, and he pulled down my pants, and went to work with his hard on until he was completely satisfied. He did tell me I had a nice ass, and as far as he was concerned I could consider myself 'owned'. I said something like "if you own me, then you pay up". No freebies.

I went on his payroll. I got a nice raise like that. All cash, tax free. I had my duties and I had to keep a nice place, and I kept a change of clothes for him, and a suit and an extra pair of shoes, and his shaving stuff and a toothbrush, and socks. I also had his favorite Scotch, and kept his favorite snacks and was always able to pull something together to fix him dinner if he came over hungry.

There was this code. I didn't talk about what I was working on with the lawyers, and the lawyers didn't get any scoop on what he was working on either. But to the lawyers having a front row seat into the top secret department was important and for him having me working for the lawyers got him some free legal advise. It was like serving two masters, except that one of my masters expected extracurricular attention, which I was glad to provide.

As time went on, and there were several acquisitions, and divestitures, I turned thirty and unmarried. I told him, the man whose payroll I was on, that I had wanted to get married someday and have some kids and house. He told me that I was messing it all up, everything was so perfect the way it was. He couldn't marry me, for obvious reasons. And I had spent so much time with him that I hadn't paid attention to any of the younger lawyers. I was thirty and my ticket was used up.

It was that day that I realized he really did love me. And I was in love with him, so I wasn't interested in some arranged marriage thing. He did the unthinkable, he asked his wife for advise. She asked me to lunch. She was all business. I had to swallow my pride and marry some guy who was available. She had a cousin, his name was Ralph. She would make arrangements for us to meet. And so it began.

I met Ralph at a family affair. He was nice but not interested. I told him we were being set up. After a couple more 'dates' he proposed, and I 'accepted' and we got married. The arrangement was simple, we have different rooms, I sometimes have to go out, and he has similar liberties. It was something like, I have my boyfriend to attend to, and he has his boyfriend to go see.

I got pregnant and my husband being in the marriage is the father of record, and my boyfriend and his wife are the Godparents. Now that it's out in the open I get a lot of advice from his wife. She is interested to know how things are going between us. But I know how to keep information compartmentalized. I was trained well. I don't kiss and tell secrets. And she knows full well where that baby came from. She has her father's eyes.