Chapter 1

"Go and wait downstairs while I get dressed," said Julia Hammond with a coy grin. Her husband had told her to buy something really sexy to wear under her new dress, and had asked her not to let him see it until after tonight's dinner.

"When we get home tonight, I will be a Partner of Heppleweight Major and Partners, and I want the first time I see those sexy new undies to be when I am a Partner."

She was trembling with excitement as she put on the red corset trimmed with black lace, with a quarter cup bra that lifted her tits beautifully. Silk stockings, then red panties over the suspender straps, and a red matching garter on her right thigh. Then the black dress and very high heeled black shoes. It had been some time since he had made love to her properly, he worked so hard poor darling. It was all going to be worth it, after all those lonely nights when he had been working late, he was finally going to be made Partner! At tonight's dinner! Apparently this was a tradition at the firm, people being made up to Partner had to attend a formal dinner, with their wife, and all the other existing Partners would be present to welcome the new person into their group.

Downstairs, her two teenage children, Simon and Sally, insisted on a full showing. "You look lovely, mommy," Sally said, while Simon just looked at her breasts and grinned. She had to admit the dress was showing more than she had intended. The problem, which she had only discovered a few minutes ago, was that the corset lifted her tits in a way her bra hadn't done when she tried the dress on in the shop, and now when she put the dress on over the corset, she realized much more of her was on display than she had intended. And now it was too late to do anything about it! She would just have to hope that the people at dinner weren't offended by her rather excessive display!

Greg escorted her out to their new car, a BMW, and he held the door for her while she slipped into the front seat. "Darling, that dress is low in the front!"

She blushed. "It didn't look quite so obvious when I wore it in the shop. Actually I think it's these new undies lifting my boobs. Is it too sexy?"

"It's beautiful, darling, you have lovely breasts and they should be shown off. Mr Major will love them. Everyone says he is a tit man." Julia blushed, knowing pretty confidently that Mr Major also liked asses! She remembered how his hand had rubbed her bum as they danced that night a month ago, forcing her against him with his cock pressing into her belly.

Greg was openly in awe of Mr Major, the CEO of Heppleweight Major and Partners, saying he was the most fantastic boss he had ever worked for. Brilliant, demanding, and quite unforgiving of mistakes, but ready to praise and reward good work. And indeed since joining the firm Mr Major had been incredibly good to Greg, giving him pay rises and bonuses, and now offering him a Partnership! On the basis of all this they had bought the new car, and just a week ago they had put down a deposit on a fabulous new house!

She settled back in her lovely new leather seat and tried to relax. Greg glanced at her and said, "Your nipples are showing through the dress, aren't you wearing a bra?"

She looked down and gasped, it was true. "I am but it doesn't cover my nipples, are you sure it's okay?"

"It's perfect darling, the Partners will love you. Just be nice to Mr Major okay? The partnership is still not completely final."

Julia took that to mean, let the man look at her tits if he wanted to, just to make sure he does the deal! Given that Mr Major was tall, well over six feet, and she was only a bit over five foot tall, he would be looking down into her cleavage even with her new high heels. Julia wondered if there would be dancing after the meal, and hoped the lights wouldn't be too bright. She didn't want her husband to see how intimately Mr Major danced!

After a long drive out into the suburbs, they arrived at Mr Major's house, about the biggest mansion that Julia had even seen, let alone been inside. They walked hand in hand up to the front steps, where a man in a dinner jacket was waiting. Greg went to shake his hand, but the man declined politely and instead gave a little bow. "I am James, Sir, the Master's butler. Sir, Madam, this way if you please."

He turned and led them through the house to a dining room, with five men standing talking. Julia recognized Mr Major immediately, as the tallest man in the room. She knew the other four too, the other Partners, whom she had met at various social events over the last six months, but in those days they had acted like gods, lording it over mere employees like Greg.

"My dear Julia," Mr Major said, kissing the back of her hand. Greg, standing beside her, probably didn't notice how his eyes were fixed on her cleavage as he did this. "You are looking more beautiful than ever! A most fabulous dress, that shows off your natural beauty. Your husband is a very lucky man."

For several minutes he talked to Greg, then announced, "Gentlemen, please take your seats for dinner."

Holding Julia's hand, he walked her to the head of the table, where there were two seats. As she sat Mr Major was leaning over her and blatantly looking down the front of her dress! The men sat, two Partners each side of the table, and Greg at the other end. She was grateful that Greg didn't seem to have noticed his boss's indecent ogling.

After a few moments, Mr Major tapped his glass with a spoon for silence and made a short speech of welcome to "Their future Partner Gregory Hammond and his beautiful wife Julia," before proposing a toast to them both.

Julia wondered why the other wives weren't here. She knew Mr Major didn't have a wife, apparently he was a widow. But the other four men had beautiful wives, who always wore expensive dresses like the one she was wearing now. She wished they were here, it was a bit nerve-wracking being the only female in the room.

Mr Major turned to her, and she felt yet again the intensity of the man's gaze, the way he made you feel you were the most important thing in his universe. Except that his eyes didn't stay locked on hers, they wandered, down to her cleavage, then up to her hair. He smiled as he whispered, "You have beautiful hair. If Gregory makes Partner, you must promise me one thing."

Although her heart had dropped at the word 'if', she struggled to stay composed, and smiled back, and asked, "What is that, Mr Major?"

"Don't cut your hair, keep it this length, it's beautiful. I love girls with long hair."

As he spoke, his hand came up and pressed lightly against the back of her head, then slipped slowly down, caressing her hair down past her neck, down her bare back to the top of her low-backed dress, just above the top of her corset. She was panting, unable to look away from him, terrified of looking down the table and seeing Greg watching her being so blatantly caressed.

But above all her mind was swimming with that one word, 'if'. Greg had said it was all agreed. But now Mr Major seemed to be saying it was still conditional on something! On what? They were buying a house on the understanding that Greg would make Partner tonight!

She tried to smile sweetly at Mr Major, as his hand moved slowly from her bare back, up to her bare shoulder, gently trailed fingers across her cheek, and at last slid back onto the table to raise his glass, offering her a private toast that she was too shocked to respond to. Her cheek seemed to have been scorched by the touch of his fingers! It had been years since Greg, or anyone else, had touched her so intimately.

Mr Major put his wine glass down, and then, almost inevitably, put his hand back under the table on her stocking covered knee! Most men, even if brave enough to do this, would have said nothing, but Mr Major was made of bolder stuff. He turned to her and smiled, and said, "Very expensive stockings! I do admire your taste, my dear. Are they stockings, stay-ups, or panty hose?" While she struggled to think of something to say, his hand slid up her left thigh, under her skirt, until he found the top of her stocking! Then he moved his hand around and found her suspender strap. "Ah, yes, perfect. I love a woman in suspenders. Please remember that, my dear."

At least he was implying he had a long term interest in her, surely that was hopeful? They were interrupted by waiters bringing soup to the table, and Mr Major had to lift his hand from her thigh to take up his soup spoon. Looking down, Julia saw her skirt was still up, exposing bare thigh above the dark welt of her stocking top. She yearned to tug it down but thought Mr Major might be angry, so left it as it was. The man on her right couldn't see, fortunately. For a few minutes Julia tried to forget what had happened, and looked around the table at the four men she hardly knew. She had danced with a couple of them, but they were not as demanding as Mr Major! The man on her right asked about her family, her two children, and they chatted pleasantly.

The soup was taken away, and Mr Major's hand came back to her thigh. He was chatting to the man on his left, and Julia was still engaged in a conversation with the man on her right, and as she talked she felt Mr Major's hand stroking the bare flesh of her thigh above her stocking top! Could nobody tell what he was doing? Or did they all know?

The main meal was presented, and Julia noticed that a red wine was about to be served. She gulped the rest of her white wine before it was taken away, feeling she needed all the help she could get! At least now Mr Major was using both hands to eat his meal, but he kept glancing at her, and as soon as he had her attention his eyes always went down to her cleavage, quite blatantly letting her know he was looking down there. But also now he kept glancing further down at her exposed bare thigh! Would he think her a slut, for not having tugged her skirt back down?

Quite the most embarrassing moment so far was when he leant close and whispered in her ear, "Tell me, my dear, what is your bra size?"

She flushed scarlet, looked at Greg, looked around the table, looked back at him. Not knowing what else she could do, she turned her head so she could whisper in his ear, "It's 36 D, Mr Major."

"Beautiful. I don't know what sort of bra you are wearing, but it certainly presents them delightfully. They look even larger than a D cup. Quite magnificent." He looked back at his plate, forked another piece of meat into his mouth, looked back into her eyes, then down at her cleavage. "Nice nipples too," he said, and she squirmed.

A few moments later, he asked, again whispering in her ear, "Are you wearing a suspender belt, or a corset?"

She delayed answering as long as she could, wanting to scream or die, but finally lent close again and whispered, "A corset."

To her surprise his next comment, in exactly the same tone, was quite innocuous! "I am told that you are buying a house?"

For the next five minutes or so they talked about her plans, the only bad bit being when he forced her to admit they were taking out a huge bank loan to pay for it, and had already put down a deposit.

"That might be a bit premature, my dear."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if Gregory doesn't get the Partnership, you might not be able to pay the mortgage."

She was whispering, but her voice was verging on hysterical. "But he said it's all arranged, that you have promised him the Partnership, tonight!"