Megan went to the bar and opened a bottle of wine. "Many interns come and go at the office. Some of them can't hack it, or handle the strict office regiment. Some of them never make it past just being a clerk. They are good enough but don't make the right connections. It's all about knowing who to stroke to get ahead."

Megan brought over the two glasses of wine and sat next to Alison.

"Is there just the two of us?" Alison asked looking over the lavishly furnished apartment with leather chairs, and paintings on the wall. She could only afford a studio apartment and was determined to have an apartment like this very soon.

"Maybe there will be someone later. I wanted to get to know you better. We are not at work so take off your jacket and let your hair down."

Alison complied because even though they were not at work this was her boss, and she was following orders. She looked Megan over and got a little excited. Sure she was much older, but always got wet and excited when an older woman showed her a firm hand.

"Once in a while, an intern comes along that interests me, excites me." Alison had already learned from the other clerks that Megan had no qualms about firing people if they didn't meet her standards. She had helped some of them move up in the organization if they pleased her. Megan never moved up herself because she liked the steady influx of interns who were all women. She liked to be in charge to control them holding their career advancement in her hands.

Megan moved closer, and Alison drank some of the wine.

"I could be very good for your career so you make the right connections. I know where all the skeletons are buried like the executive who can't keep his hands off the other men. You would be surprised what goes on when their office doors are closed. Then there is the one who can't help but dress up like a woman on the weekends and go to certain clubs. Of course, several are having affairs."

Alison already learned the place was one big soap opera. On the second day, she was distributing reports and walked into an office didn't think anything about the door being closed. One of the vice presidents was sitting in his office chair, and she could tell there was someone under his desk. She couldn't see who it was, said she was sorry for the intrusion, that it would never happen again, and put the report on the desk and quickly left. From then on, if the door was closed, she would put the reports in the bin by the door. There were clicks and people to be avoided. There were many people sleeping around, but she wanted to focus on her career.

Megan drank the entire glass of wine then moved and put her hand on Alison's knee. She was feeling the wine a little and didn't move away. Megan moved her hand under the skirt. Alison had never been touched like this, and because it was a woman and her boss, she froze keeping the legs tightly together.