1950 Part 1

1950 Part 1

Nikki's eyes shot open and she drew a gasp of air. She flinched as a middle-aged man in a business suit snapped his fingers directly in her face.

His expression was angry and he chided her in a harsh tone, "Hey! Nancy! Wake up you ditzy bimbo! I don't have time for your crap today!"

Nancy looked up at the man who was quite a bit taller than she was. He stood on stone steps leading to a large wooden door. Birds chirped in the distance on a pleasant summer day.

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A sign above the door displayed in bold letters: [b]Rondle & Sons Manufacturing[/b]

Nancy looked down at herself and immediately noticed her large breasts were prominently displayed in a form fitting pink blouse with a plunging neckline. She was thankful that a supportive bra was keeping her bosom comfortable and secured. The blouse was tucked into a high-waisted gray pencil skirt that flared widely around her enlarged hips and gave her an exaggerated hourglass figure. The tight skirt kept her legs together and caused her sheer stockings to rub. She could feel an unusual pulling sensation on her underwear. She couldn't see it beneath the skirt, but whatever was down there was unlike any panties she'd ever worn. She stood on shiny black high heels, though she was still much shorter than the pissed-off businessman. A pearl necklace hung around her neck while while jeweled earrings stuck in her ears. Her makeup was heavier than the last jump but not caked on like it had been in the past. She still wore her bold red lipstick. Her long brown hair was wrapped up with a floral bandana that matched the rest of her outfit. It was tied off and gave her a cute layered bob. She was awestruck at how feminine she looked in this outfit!

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Nancy shook her head and pushed away the cobwebs as she responded, "I'm- I'm sorry. I was in a little daze there."

The man sighed and held a brown notebook towards her. She retrieved the notebook and noticed her fingernails were painted the same red as her lips. She opened the notebook and saw '1952' written in the margin.

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The man spoke in a lower, friendlier voice, "I'm sorry I called you a bimbo, Nancy. I just really need this to go well. Don't forget to be on your best behavior. Remember, you're my employee so you need to refer to me as Mr. Reynolds. I heard Mr. Rondle is as traditional as they come so act like a proper secretary and show off that voluptuous figure and smile, smile, smile. If he gets handsy just pretend to enjoy it, okay?"

Nancy nodded and responded pleasantly, "Yes, sir, Mr. Reynolds."

She wasn't sure what the challenge was but it probably involved doing whatever this guy said. She was shocked and humbled at how significantly her body had changed. EVERYTHING felt alien and different from her head to her feet. She seriously had to buckle down to ensure it didn't get any worse. That being said, she was not about to let some dude touch her without permission.

Satisfied with her answer, Mr. Reynolds stomped up the short stairs. When he got to the top, he turned and held his hand out for Nancy to take. It felt weird to be on the receiving end of chivalry, but at least it was better than the disrespect and intimidation she'd been dealing with recently. She accepted his hand with a smile and he guided her up the steps. She struggled a bit as each step was hampered by the tight skirt, high heels, shortened stature and overall altered proportions of her body. Once Nancy was at the top, Mr. Reynolds opened the door for her and she stepped forward.

As she passed by him, however, Nancy suddenly lurched forward. A strong smack to her relatively flat butt caught her by surprise. She stopped and turned towards Mr. Reynolds who was grinning like a hyena. She contemplated striking him for touching her but the thought quickly faded as her neck craned up to meet his gaze. He was so much bigger and stronger than she was that the fear of physical retaliation kept her from attempting it. This wasn't the 2010s or even the 90s anymore. She didn't know what this guy was capable of. A combination of sweat and cologne wafted to Nancy's nose and she was concerned to find that it was a strangely...pleasant combination.

Mr. Reynolds' smile persisted as he feigned an apology, "Oh, come on, Nan! I was just trying to lighten the mood! Are you telling me you don't like it when I touch you?"

Remembering her mission, Nancy used every ounce of self control in her body to simply roll her eyes and step through the door. A feeling of objectification and insignificance swirled in her psyche as she allowed herself to be victimized. On the opposite end: With another win under his belt and another instance of chauvinistic behavior going unpunished, Mr. Reynolds followed closely behind with renewed, masculine confidence.

Walking into the room felt like entering a museum. The room was compact with a strangely low ceiling that felt very out of code. It was impossibly stuffy and hot with no windows or air flow to speak of. The walls were white with a scratchy, bumpy texture and the floors were polished linoleum tiles. Paintings of flowers were hung periodically along the walls and a singular live plant was slowly dying in the corner. Several closed wooden doors presumably led further into the building.

A forty-something woman in an uncomfortable yellow-green dress sat behind a polished wooden desk. She had a smattering of light wrinkles beneath a layer of thick makeup which suggested that signs of age bothered her greatly. Her blond hair was in a loose updo and she was concentrating intensely on papers that she was shuffling around the desk. A man in his fifties or sixties with poor, drooping posture stood nearby. He was glancing at one of the paintings with a blank expression. He wore a full suit and Nancy was convinced he must have been a sweaty mess.

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The man and woman both turned and gave Nancy and Mr. Reynolds their attention. The woman's contemplative expression turned instantly to a friendly, rehearsed smile while the man strode forward with a confident, yellowed grin.

The man walked directly past Nancy and approached Mr. Reynolds with his hand outstretched. Mr. Reynolds removed his hat and they exchanged a handshake.

Mr. Reynolds spoke professionally, "Mr. Rondle, a pleasure to finally meet you in person, sir."

Mr. Rondle nodded his head and responded gruffly, "Please, please call me Elmer. The pleasure is all mine, young man," He turned his head towards Nancy while still gripping Mr. Reynolds' hand. His grin turned to a lustful sneer, "And who is this pretty little bombshell you brought along with you?"

Mr. Reynolds released Elmer's hand and motioned towards Nancy, "This is my secretary, Nancy. She's new but very...[i]enthusiastic[/i] about her job if you know what I mean."

Nancy flashed a fake smile and felt the uncomfortable scrutiny of a man born before the 20th century. His eyes were squarely planted into her cleavage and he didn't seem to give a damn that she knew it. Behind her false smile, Nancy couldn't help but feel a kinship with the woman sitting at the desk.

Elmer chuckled and his eyes narrowed, "Oh, I know [i]exactly[/i] what you mean, Arthur my boy! I'm looking forward to working [i]much closer[/i] with Miss Nancy as our merger progresses."

Without warning, Elmer surged towards Nancy and wrapped his arm around her midsection before yanking her towards him. He moved her effortlessly and she nearly lost her balance and dropped her notebook. It felt like he was intentionally trying to be rough and overpowering. It made Nancy feel weak and controlled while he surrounded her with his heavy arm. He dipped down and planted a fat kiss on her cheek. His breath smelled like rotten tobacco and the stench of sweat and cologne permeating his suit was even worse than Arthur. Nancy felt immediately unsafe and violated. Her mind reeled. She didn't know what to do so she froze up and somehow managed to keep her smile in place. This man didn't care about her boundaries at all! Elmer turned Nancy towards the woman at the desk and kept his arm wrapped around her. He subtly transitioned his hand from her midsection directly onto her flat butt which he squeezed lightly.

"This wrinkled old swamp hag is my secretary, Dolores," He guffawed before continuing, "I'm just making a joke, Dotty! Don't get your saggy folds in a twist! She knows I'm just making a joke. That being said, she has lost quite a lot in the *ahem* [i]looks[/i] department over the years, but, you know," He craned his neck towards Arthur and used his free hand to simulate hefting a large boob on his chest, "Ain't that right, Dotty?"

Dolores' rehearsed smile didn't falter as she nodded and pleasantly responded in a sickly sweet voice, "Yes, sir, Mr. Rondle. I do my best with what I have."

Elmer squeezed Nancy's butt once again and dipped down until he was whispering directly in her ear, "Do you think it's time I turn her in for a newer model, Miss Nancy?"

Nancy's heart began to race as Elmer's rancid breath swept over her face. It was cool against the spit still wetting her cheek from his kiss, but hot everywhere else. His hand squeezed her, his heavy arm wrapped around her and his comparatively large body towered over her. She felt completely powerless to deny him and too intimidated to allow her false smile to fall. Nancy looked and felt every bit of a young, submissive secretary being perved on by an old businessman in the 1950s. He didn't see her as even remotely equal to him and everybody in the room knew it. Nancy [i]FELT[/i] the inequality.

Her whole body trembled as she squeaked a response through her smile, "W-Whatever you think is best, Mr. Rondle."

He grinned and whispered, "Good girl."

With that, Elmer stood upright and gave Nancy's butt a gentle swat before releasing her and swaggering towards the desk. He was carrying himself like he owned the room and everybody in it. Nancy hugged her notebook defensively across her chest and took several fast breaths to try and slow her heart rate and stop herself from shaking. She glanced over to Arthur and he flashed her a reassuring glance and a thumbs up. She did everything she could to stop herself from crying as tears were beginning to stir in her eyes.

Elmer tapped his fingers on the desk and cleared his throat before procuring a cigarette from his jacket pocket. He struck a match and lit the cigarette before discarding the spent match onto Dolores' desk. She immediately collected the match and tossed in into a nearby bin.

A cloud of smoke billowed from Elmer's mouth as he turned to flash Arthur his yellowed teeth, "Do you know why I wanted you to come here today?"

A bead of sweat trickled down the side of Arthur's face as he licked his lips and responded, "I figured you wanted to discuss the specifics of the merger and put a face to a name."

Elmer shook his head and dragged his cigarette. He released a noxious cloud of smoke which curled into the discolored ceiling tiles. He slowly sauntered towards a mortified Nancy who had not moved an inch. His cold stare frisked up her body and she repressed a disgusted shiver. His oogling made her feel like a sexual object whose only purpose was to arouse. Nancy worked to maintain her cheery smile though her eyes flicked to a silent telephone resting on a nearby counter.

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Why hadn't Iris contacted her yet?

Elmer walked beyond her peripheral vision and began speaking slowly, "No, Artie, my boy. The contracts are signed. We already own you. What I'm trying to decide is who I want to appoint as my vice president."

Nancy felt Elmer's presence directly behind her. A plume of smoke battered the back of her neck and sent an outbreak of goosebumps cascading across her body. She inhaled some second hand smoke and couldn't help but release a soft cough.

He continued "We have a very...[i]traditional[/i] culture here at Rondle & Sons. I need to know my VP and his staff understand their place in the company hierarchy and all the...[i]responsibilities[/i] that come with that."

Nancy felt the heat of his breath and her pulse begin to quicken as the trembling began anew. Surely, Iris was about to call and give her an excuse to answer the phone! She didn't even know what she was supposed to be doing to avoid another transformation!

Arthur fidgeted with his hat which he held tightly in his hands as he replied with false confidence, "I assure you, sir, that my staff and I are fully prepared to integrate seamlessly into your culture."

Nancy heard the burning of the cigarette directly in her ear before another heavy exhale of smoke washed over her and elicited a second round of coughing. Elmer then placed his hand in the small of her back and pushed her forward.

His voice was both excited and sinister, "Let's find out if you've trained your secretary to be properly submissive!"

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