Growing into the Job, Post 485: Lunch Meeting, p3

<<<Get a look at Melissa's new contract HERE>>

“Omigod yes where do I sign?!?!” I squealed, so so so excited to finally, officially, have that huge promotion they’d been talking about for, like, ages. Or at least the last few weeks, I dunno. I reached out across the table b-

“Shhh shhh shh hold on, hot stuff,” Randi laughed, yanking back the pen she was just about to offer me. But I obviously couldn’t be trusted to do this the right way haha. I know I know I know Randi had her instructions from Sheryl, who told her how to do this today so it’s at least semi…whatever. Official. I can be patient. Oh, you shush - I can!

“Now, so, I guess you’ve seen most of this already, and know what most of it says,” Randi said, pulling the contract towards herself and setting it up so she could read from it. She was talking slowly now, calmly, doing her best to be all business-y. Probably mostly just to tease me.  “We looked at it together last week, right?”

“Yeah, right, last week,” I answered. Sheryl had emailed it to me and it took me like all day to read it. I didn’t know if I understood it all so I’d asked Randi - and Josie, and Lakshmi, and Marisela - to look at it with me and explain some things. 

“Y-you didn’t tell me you had a new contract to sign…” Jay mumbled from across our lunch table. “I mean, I knew you were getting a new job for the new office, kinda, but-“

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” I giggled, taking a second to look over at him and make my eyes sparkle. That, and the big smile I gave him (and, okay yeah the big dose of perfume and deep breath which poofed my boobs up out of my top and halfway across the table) helped settle him down. I knew I could tell him he had some papers to sign too but that’d just have made him more nervous. “Now can you be patient while Mommy and her friend talk business?”

He got all red - half embarrassed and I guess a little half-mad at my teasing. Whatever haha! He looked down at the table, and got quiet. He has to get used to this. 

I turned back to Randi. “I’m ready!” I giggled.

“It starts off,” she said, again in her business-lady tone, eyes now solid at the top of my new contract, saying that, “this is between you and Far Horizons Global Evolutions, which is the new company that owns all the practices in the new wing and is leasing the building from Sheryl. It’s dated today which is-“

“Yes yes yes I know skip all that!” Jeez was she going to read the whole thing word-for-word??

Randi just sort of laughed at me - I love her so much, she’s so patient with me - and continued. “It lists your new position as ‘Administrative Director of Far Horizons Evolution Center, Epicenter Campus’.” 

“So they didn’t take my idea that I could manage allll the Far Horizons centers, all the new ones they’re building in, like, wherever,” I said. I wasn’t disappointed, I really wasn’t. “Which is fine.” For now.

“No, sorry, Queen,” Randi answered me, in her snarky little way, “Only one enormous, complex medical facility for you to administrate.”

“For now.” I could feel my smile - a big radiant one - lighting up the room. People, honestly, had been paying us less and less attention since lunch had started, which was fine. For now.  

“Fine, yes, for now,” she continued, shaking her head at me like she was exasperated.

I giggled. 

“Anyway yeah it goes on to describe your responsibilities,“ she went on, “you’ve read all this but Sheryl wanted to make sure you knew it was all clear…’oversee and direct all administrative operations and non-clinical functions blah blah blah…including its integrated practices and research facilities.‘“

“That includes Far Horizons?” Jay piped in. I could see the worry on his face and the questions he had. He was wondering if I was gonna be his boss!

“Yes yes yes,” I answered, “I’ll be doing mostly the same thing I did before for you at the old place, just also now for all the different practices in the whole, like, facility, including some stuff for Evolution’s research-y stuff wing.”

“But she’ll have much more authority,” Randi put in, half-reading it off my contract, “over things like the daily operations of all the departments, including - ‘but not limited to’ - human resources, finances, ‘procurement’, blah blah blah…”

“…I can spend money the way I want, hire who I want, change stuff around how I like, make rules and, like, laws…”

“They call them ‘policies’, Miss…not ‘laws’.”

Hmph. Not yet they don’t.

“But yes,” I answered him again, “ it’s not just the new practices, so don’t worry. I’ll still be taking care of you too.”

“No no I wasn’t worried, more like-” He paused. He looked like he was choosing his words carefully. “So you won’t need my-?”

“Approval anymore, to make decisions on all this stuff?” Randi finished for him, smiling, “No. She won’t.”

Oh, g-dddddd, the look on his face was delicious! The poor thing could just see himself shrinking in importance, couldn’t he? It made me want to just squish-squish-squish him!!

“In fact,” she continued, “she’ll have some actual administrative supervision over you, now, making sure you’re, like, doing everything right, scheduled right…there’ll be ‘performance metrics’ she’ll want you to keep up with…”

His little jaw dropped, like he was actually surprised at all this. “And if I-I don’t?”

“Sounds like she’ll have the authority to ‘implement corrective actions or disciplinary measures, as deemed necessary,’” Randi explained, fighting back a smile that made it look like she was enjoying this almost as much as I was. In fact, she repeated herself a bit. “‘Disciplinary measures…’”

“Ooo like spanking???” I giggled, “Oh, Jay-Jay, you’d better behave or Mama gets to spank you!”

Randi snorted. “Sweet fuck Melissa Monroe you’re going to get yourself fired before you even start,” she joked, making me laugh at how dry she was. She nodded her head when her gaze flitted over to Jay, her smile finally cracking. “You might be able to get away with it, though…”

His eyes went all buggy. 

“…with the right paperwork,” she finished. “Now, let’s move on. She wanted me to skip over the salary stuff, leave that to the end. There’s all this stuff about  ‘relationships with healthcare providers’. Sheryl wanted me to make sure, again, that you know that’s not, like, describing you and Squirt’s boyfriend-girlfriend thing. It’s more like what kind of authority you have over the day-to-day of, like, clinical staff, nurses, physicians, all that. How you can change their roles if you need.”

I glanced across the table at Jay. He looked miserable, really worried!

“But I’m not his boss yet, am I?” I asked Randi, thinking maybe that’d make him feel better.

“Well, the way Sheryl explained it to me is, technically, no,” Randi said, “You're not his boss-boss. Olivia’s basically his boss for what he’ll mostly be doing, patient care, but he does have to report things to you, administrative stuff, productivity stuff, like we said. So you’re maybe a little higher up on the whole, like, ladder.”

Hm, that didn’t seem to make him feel better, which made me wonder: what was really going on in that little head of his? Did he realize what was happening? Does he have some, like, little defiant urge he knows he can’t act on? OOoo I’d like to dig into those emotions a bit more. They’re kinda delicious. 

“But, yeah,” she went on, “There’s all the terms - like how long this agreement’s for. Thirty years. Yikes, Missy, really?”

I just shrugged. What else was I going to do? This was my dream job, and I figured that when I got my next promotion they’d just give me a bigger contract. That’s the way things work, right?

Randi shrugged too. “Okay, well, you’ve obviously seen all this stuff about termination procedures, severance pay, confidentiality.. Maybe we should go over-“

“Blah blah blah…” I groaned, making a fake yawn (seeing if I could get Jay to laugh haha but nope). Randi - fun as she was - could sometimes be a stickler for details. I’m so glad I have her because that’s, like, sometimes important. Not now though. Boring! “I want to know if I got the parts I wanted put in there. The fun stuff! Like, the flowers.”

“Yes, yeah, looks you got your flowers, in the  - omigod, for real? - ‘Lifestyle Enhancement Clause’. Daily Floral Arrangements…”

I started clapping my hands like a little kid, throwing my hair back. That got some people to look over at us - but I didn’t care. I love getting what I want!

“‘Fresh, high-quality floral arrangements…delivered each morning to Melissa’s office’…”

“I love flowers!”

“Apparently…”

“Oh, I can already picture it! Fresh flowers in my favorite colors brightening up my office, the smell of them filling the air as I sit at my desk. But wait - we’ll have to make sure they’re not as strong as my perfume. Can we do that?”

I glanced down at the contract, scanning it. So many words!

“Uhh…”

“What else did I get??” Still looking at all those words. 

“You got your parking spot. For that monster.”

“Cool! I’m going to want it in the right place, so I can grab every single eye as I step out of my new car in the mornings. Can’t you just see it, Jay?”

I glanced back over the table at him. His eyes had found themselves in my cleavage. I guess that’s where they go when he feels nervous, like an escape, and I’m not sure he even heard me. I guess that’s okay for now.

“What else did I get?” I asked, turning back to Randi and the contract. She had helped me when the original came through, in looking it over. “Any of the things you and me talked about?”

“Yeah for sure,” she answered, “Let me find it…here we go. They put in a ‘Leadership Visibility Clause’. It says ‘All media portrayals of the Employee shall reflect her superior attributes… presented as an aspirational figure… subject to her approval.’ That’ll be important, as popular as you’re getting. I’ll help with that. We’ll make you look like a…well, let’s move on.”

I knew what she wanted to say. 

“You also got your wardrobe allowance…”

“Very important so I can look nice for our meetings, huh Jay?” 

This time I squeezed my boobs together, which made his eyes - already in my chest - go super big but also shook him back to reality. He looked up at me, finally when I giggled. 

“…and they did agree that they’ll need to keep up with changing your office furnishings if you keep, uh, growing.”

“Cool,” I said, though right now my eyes were locked again on Jay. He was feeling a lot of things, a whole confusing mix of emotions. Yes he was nervous about all these changes, what it would mean for him. He was literally squirming in his seat, trying to make sense of his diminishing role in all of this. But I could also see - if I looked deep enough into that adorable face of his - that he was also happy for me. He knew how much success in my career meant to me, and this was going to be a huge step of mine…even if it is going to be right over him haha. I think the idea of that was also actually turning him on, because his nervousness wasn’t the only thing making him squirm in his seat. Under our little table I knew something had grown big and proud of me in his khakis.

Eyes still locked on his face, I bit my lower lip and had to tell myself to calm down. My foot - like, on its own, I swear! - slid a bit across the floor and met his. He pulled his foot back an inch; mine followed. 

Ooooo!

“Let’s talk about my salary,” I said to Randi - but watching him intently as my foot played with his. This was going to be so good!!

“Okay yeah, both you and Sheryl talked this out, but the final number’s not in here,” Randi said, starting to turn pages again, “But she gave me it to me on this…” The air in the restaurant felt, like, charged, even though the buzz of surrounding conversations hummed on as usual. This was a big moment, and just got bigger as Randi slid a folded piece of paper she’d just taken from the folder across the table toward Jay.

Oh, the way Jay’s eyes darted between me and Randi, his hesitance as he reached for the note, made me absolutely gush. Slowly, he slid it towards himself. Randi leaned back in her chair, smirking. "I’m guessing it’s gonna be BIG," she said.

Randi stretched out a long finger and tapped the blank line in the contract where my salary was supposed to go. "You’ll fill this in,” she told him.

"Sheryl wants you, honey, to sign off on my final salary," I explained, my voice warm but laced with a subtle teasing and - I could hear it myself - heating up, "And write it in there." The toe of my high-heel pump rubbed up his ankle, up and down, up n downnn. 

Randi, unable to help herself and seeing how confused he looked, added "Sheryl wants you to think of it as your last real act of authority over Melissa, or over any of us girls, really."

Her words made me giggle softly, but Jay’s face turned a shade darker. Poor guy. The way his hand trembled ever so slightly as he unfolded the note was almost too much. Was it because my foot was playing up the side of his calve?

I watched. The moment he saw the number, his jaw slackened. He stared at the figure like it was some impossible equation, blinking rapidly as he tried to process it. I watched his face carefully, loving the way realization slowly dawned on him - I knew this was more than three times what he used to make, Sheryl had told me. That’s a lot. His lips moved as if trying to form words, but nothing came out at first.

I shifted in my chair, leaning forward just enough to press my arms together, making my cleavage swell up enticingly against the neckline of my top. His eyes flickered for the briefest moment, and I knew I’d just short-circuited whatever rational thoughts he was trying to cling to.

He shook his head, like, trying to clear himself. Finally, he managed to speak, his voice strained. "W-w-why ask me for this? Why didn’t you just have Sheryl do it? Or write it in yourself if you know the number?"

I tilted my head, letting my hair cascade over one shoulder as I giggled. "You know how I am at math, silly. I could put in too many zeroes," I teased, lifting my hands to mime writing a ridiculously long number. Then I leaned in just a bit more, lowering my voice, letting it purr with playful warmth and making my cleavage even more tempting; I felt it bubble up to my collarbone. "Besides," I said, letting my smile grow, "we want you to do it." My foot had moved inside, caressing up n down the other ssside of his calve. 

Randi handed him a pen, a sleek silver one that glittered pretty in the sunlight coming from the window behind us. She grinned at him like she knew exactly what he was thinking, and maybe she kinda could - I certainly did. 

"Go on, Squirt," she said, her voice smoky and sharp with amusement.

Jay held the pen above the blank line, but his hand hesitated. I could see the little fight going on inside him, his pride battling with the inevitable, his thoughts for himself clashing against the happiness he had for me.

"Come on, Jay," I urged, hearing myself let a hint of impatience slip into my voice and my foot move higher up his leg, "I want a woman-sized paycheck."

My words hung in the air, light yet commanding. I watched him closely, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and triumph as he let pen touch paper. This was it, and he knew it - the moment he would be officially putting me above him, literally, on paper. Women were already making more than men, and if what I’d been hearing was true, after the new government came in, it’d soon be a lot more. We would be a model couple in this new world of women, right?

Jay gulped, pen-hand frozen in place, and though I was able to resist outright commanding him to sign, I couldn't help but smile. Oh, Jay, it’s thrilling, isn’t it? I thought, Just think about it: with one little movement of your pen, you’ll be giving me exactly what I deserve, solidifying my power, showing the world what I can do.

I leaned in closer, my eyes sparkling with anticipation, watching him so intently that he could feel the heat of my gaze. My fingers tapped long nails <click click click> lightly on the edge of the table, not impatient, but alive with the kind of energy that comes from knowing I was about to receive something, like, monumental. My foot was poised ready to press into his inner thigh. 

"Go on," I purrrred, my voice low, "write it in, Jay. Make it official.”

“Yeah, don’t keep us waiting," Randi urged.

Oh, I can feel what’s going through your mind. You’re trying to focus, aren’t you cutie? Trying to ignore the way me just sitting here overwhelms you, trying to come up with a way out of this for yourself. But you can’t, can you? Not really. Not when you’re thinking about how big that number is, the one you’re about to write. You’re trying to convince yourself it’s just numbers on paper but deep down, you know it’s more than that, right? You’re, like, acknowledging my superiority, and you’re giving me authority - not just over the business, but over you.

His hand trembled slightly as he started to write. It was like the weight of the pen was getting to be too much for him. But no, that wasn’t it - not yet at least haha, that’ll maybe come.  It was the way each curve of his pen strokes seemed to carry more than just ink - it carried the shift in our relationship, the elevation of me…and the submission of youuu.

Omigod I’m gonna wet my pants!

I noticed everything, of course, with the way my sight, my hearing, even my sense of smell had developed. I noticed the way his breath caught, the way he swallowed hard, the cute little flush in his cheeks when my foot, on the inside of his left thigh, felt how hard he was. He shuddered, and he had to pause. "That’s it," I murmured, leaning even closer, "Good boy. It’s okay to do it slow. Make it count."

I felt his hips shift a little, humping my foot, and I felt another shudder. His eyes fluttered, he held back a little groan and hahahaha omigd I think he just came in his pants. 

NNNgh. I felt it and, across the table, I saw that Randi felt it too. She was all flushed, her eyes fluttering just like his, and her mouth had fallen open. She was having her Bliss, I was making her bigger, and his penis was pulsing against my foot and probably making his pants all messy. But - haha, good boy - he’d still been able to write…

When the number was finally on the page - oh, it’s so stuipid big, I can’t even believe it myself - I grinned, wide and probably dazzling. I could feel my dimples deepening - other people like my dimples - as I glanced down at it. My fingers brushed his as without a word I took the pen, deliberately lingering just long enough to make him shiver.

He was panting. 

How did that feel, honey?

"You’ve done so well," I said softly, putting my best mommy-approval into my voice. My foot squeezed the last bit of his comings out of him, onto his inner thigh. Then, without saying another thing I pulled the papers towards myself, turned a couple pages and with an elegant flick of my wrist, I signed my name beneath everything else at the end, sealing the d-

Oh gosh, oh wow.

I put my foot back on the ground. 

What’s that?

Suddenly, a pulsing warmth - starting at my hand, in my fingertips holding the pen -  spread into me, coursing up my arm, into my chest. It made my breath catch, my eyes flutter and then it spread through me, back down both arms, legs, everywhere. Then the feeling intensified.

I knew what this was. He was staring at me. 

“OOOOOOooooooooo…”

The sound escaped my lips involuntarily, and if I hadn’t caught it the whole restaurant would have heard it, a throaty moan of pleasure. My body tingled as if every cell was waking up, stretching, filling with something new and strong.

This was me growing.

Sitting there at the table, I could feel it - I could feel myself growing, my back straightening instinctively, my shoulders rolling back as my chest began to expand. I’d been growing, yes, getting taller over these past three months but not like this - no, omig-d, not like this. My clothes shifted against me, the seams of my shirt and the waistband of my jeans started tugging tighter. The only other time this had happened to me, growing so fast that I could feel it, was when I first got this job, soon after my interview with him. Some lady called me, told me I had it, and I grew like a half an inch, standing in the bathroom of my old apartment at Evolution, still on the phone. The sensation was subtle but it freaking happened: my arms felt longer, my legs stronger, my chest fuller. Just like it was happening now - I was getting bigger. 

My view of the room changed; everything above me looked just a little closer, everything around me looked a little smaller. Back then, three months ago, I grew a half an inch…this was going to be more.

“M-Melissa..?” he started, his eyes gone wide, “What’s happening..?”

I gasped, clutching the edge of the table as I glanced down at him. He was slack-jawed. 

Oh my gddddd and he gets to watchhhhhh…..

“Missy… you’re…” Randi herself started, her voice trailing off as she took me in.

I kept my gaze on you, Jay, though, didn’t I? Oh, my sweet, sweet Jay.

His face was flushed, his lips slightly parted as he looked up at me in stunned awe, a dark wet stain on the thigh of his khakis. I couldn’t - even as I continued to grow - help but laugh, throwing my head back, my hair cascading over my shoulders like the softest, darkest waterfall. I enjoyed the feeling of growing, of becoming more, and I let it wash through me and have its way. My thighs thickened, my shoulders became broader. My breasts, already so huge, swelled up and made my custom-made bra expand to keep them contained. I could, somehow, even feel my skull getting bigger, just like my hands and feet. Finally, though, it came to an end, and everything around me shuddered.

“Did you feel that?” I purred, tilting my head back to them.

I glance down at my hands, flexing my fingers, marveling at how I could feel their new strength, their new size. The bench seat creaked beneath me as I shifted, testing the new space I seemed to fill.

Randi regained her voice, first in a breathless laugh that escaped her. “H-Holy shit, Missy. You just grew. Like, right here. Right now.”

I grinned, reaching for the glass of water in front of me, my hand now holding it in a way I hadn’t noticed before. “I know,” I said softly, my voice richer, deeper. “I could feel it. Every…single…bit.”

I leaned forward slightly, my gaze locking back onto his. My now-larger presence loomed over the table, and I could see it in his eyes: he was mesmerized. This is it. This is what you really want, isn’t it? You want me to grow huge. 

I caught his eyes, then, glancing down, back to the paper where my pen had just been. My signature, in fresh black ink, was steaming. Or, no…that was smoke. Dark, magenta smoke.  Randi was looking at it, too. Just a wisp, the last little bits already dissolving into the air, but there it was.

Thanks, mom.

“Wow,” Randi said, glancing back up and now marveling at me with a playful smirk, gears in her head turning: she’s no dummy, “Looks like you’re really growing into the new job already there, Missy,”

I giggled, still feeling the husky thrill in my throat, and reached my fingers across the table to take his hand. Maybe I was imagining it but the size difference between us seemed even more pronounced now.

This is just the beginning, my little man, I thought, my eyes rising up to meet his, And I think we both know it.

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