I was a recently promoted account executive and I was given company X as my target company. They had done business with us before but there was a lot more business that they could send our way. Company X was run by a man from the 'old boy' network, and he had a reputation for putting his hands on a girl, I was warned. In fact warned enough that it was suggested that I always go with someone and not accept invitations to lunch or dinner. But get the account open and grow the business with company X.

I was way too young for that account. In spite of my technical abilities and my marketing skills I was not in the league of the 'old boys'. I did as I had been suggested, on my first call I took a new girl who had just joined us out of college. In Marketing all the girls were young, I was 29 and we hired for looks, although they also had to have the credentials. Marla had the looks and the credentials, graduate from a 1st tier university with honors, smart, mush smarter than any of he rest of us, and she had the look. We liked girls who were not too tall, not too short, not too heavy, not too skinny, not too pretty, not ordinary in any way, we wanted girls who had sex appeal, but hiring a girl who made you get wet well that was something no one had told me about.

My crush on Marla was instant and like any 'old man' I had my hands on her, I kept hugging her and touching her hand and telling her how pretty she was and how we were going to get along and complimenting her clothes and how honored I was to have her join my team, the very first team I had put together. It took a while before I recognized that I had a crush on her, a girl crush. When one day in the ladies room she lifted her skirt up to tuck her shirt down and i saw her standing there in her panties and her little white bottom I knew something was wrong. My heart ran away from me, I couldn't speak when she turned to me, I was immediately wet all the way through my panties, I was trembling. I got scared and I intentionally stopped paying attention to Marla, going to lunch with her, I went cold on her. But I took her with me to company X.

She was cold on that meeting, professionally cold as ice. We sat beside each other and she didn't look at anyone at company X, she only looked at me. She reached under the table to touch my hand for attention, I got scared and missed my line and she grabbed my hand and held it under the table and wouldn't let it go. I had to use my one free hand to make points. When our meeting was over and everyone including the 'old man' in the room said thank you no suggestions were made about lunch, always a bad sign when you are selling. We stood and shook hands and Marla grabbed my hand when we walked into the hall and into the elevator.

I never got a chance to speak, she just said that now I knew how she felt, she was making sure that none of those bozos looked at me or her as meat on their platter, better they went back to their desks convinced that we were queer than make a pass at us. I told her I wasn't queer and she said she disagreed, I was as queer as they came. She could feel it and if I wasn't going to make her happy then she was just going to go find someone that cared about her. I asked her politely if she was queer, if she was a lesbian, not something a supervisor can ask and she responded that of course she was, the only reason she took the job was because of the way I had come on to her. I told her I wasn't a lesbian and she disagreed again. No boyfriend, no dates, but just a little bit of leg and I lost it and to swear to her right there that I wasn't in love with her.

That night at her apartment she showed me what it is to be a queer lesbian. What queer girls do when they are together. Sure you watch enough TV and you think you know, but then again you never actually had a girls hand on your pussy, you never actually had a girls lips on yours, you never actually had to sit on your knees as she opened her legs and offered you her pussy, you actually hand never seen a pussy in that way. Maybe you had never really liked dick, you tried it and never liked it, maybe you just never met the right man. But making the decision to bend down and put you mouth on a girls pussy takes a lot of nerve. A hundred times more nerve than when she put her mouth on yours. Marla was all queer, she just didn't dress queer. She was pretty quick to tell me that she wanted me to walk her and she didn't want to have to reach for my hand. She wanted me to give her the look. So do what I had to do and bend down and eat her pussy.

She never helped me get the account, I quit my job and took a job with another company. She quit her job and she took another job at a different company. We live together and she calls herself the Mrs. She is all queer, queer in ways that I am still figuring out. She is the Mrs. I am learning how to play my role. I never had a problem with asserting my views in a work environment but I have a hard time asserting my views with her but that is what she wants. She wants to be a queer stay at home mom and she wants me to support her. Her dream job is being the Mrs.