Promotion Night: When Ambition has a Price

Promotion Night

When Ambitionh
as a Price

Ayden Payton

Chapter 1

The New Job

This story is true even though I am not at all proud of what I did for Ryan. He and I had been married for only 4 years when he changed jobs. He was very satisfied in his last position as a section manager for his firm. He knew there was just no hope of promotion within that firm because of two things:

The old boy network where the very best friends of the boss got all of the good jobs and

He didn’t get on very well with the boss anyway.

When he applied for this new position 3 months ago he was really excited at the prospects of a totally different work ethic and just knew he would soon be manager of his department without having to suck up to his boss. Once he was established in his position and was proving to be a great success the time came up for his 3 month review of service and it was dependent on this review whether he got the promotion.

I had never met his boss. He was the CEO of this business and from what I had heard he was very easy to work for. Ryan often came home from work telling me how good his boss was and how the other managers were praising him. They all told Ryan the same thing, do your work well and the boss will reward you!

Ryan came home on Monday evening and told me we had been invited to his boss’s home for dinner next Friday evening. He told me it wouldn’t be a very formal dinner as his boss preferred to get to know his staff in a relaxed situation rather than a stiff and formal situation. He also told me to go out and buy myself an absolutely stunning new dress for the occasion, no expense spared. I was, of course, thrilled.

Chapter 2

The Dress

Much to my amazement Ryan suggested he would accompany me to the shops to help me select my new dress. Ryan never takes an interest in buying my dresses and is quite content to accept what I buy, he says I look good in anything.

We looked at dozens of dresses but the one he suggested was one I probably wouldn’t have chosen without Ryan being present. It was a delightful pretty dark blue dress in two parts. It had the skirt which was rather short compared with long skirts that I normally wear and the top was separate. The top was a sleeveless blouse sort of thing with three buttons down the front. The material wasn’t really very thin in fact it was a little thicker than I would have chosen. The dress certainly looked really nice on me when I tried it on in the shop. The only reservation I had about it was that if I lifted my arms up above my head I showed about 5″ of my bare belly. I didn’t usually wear dresses which expose my belly button in those days! I am not in the least ashamed with my body, particular at that stage of my life I was even slimmer and had a waist of 19” compared to my 23” now, in fact I am very pleased with the way I looked then but I didn’t exactly like baring my skin to others.

Anyway, this was the one Ryan chose and this was the one we bought. He also insisted on buying me some new underwear. This finally consisted of a very tiny bra really only a quarter cup on which my breasts sat completely exposing the top half and my nipples. The other part was a very tiny thong which I was almost too ashamed to be seen in. It was a very thin belt of elastic around my middle with what appeared to be a piece of string which went between my bum cheeks and only about 1″ wide where it was supposed to cover my pussy. I have always waxed and removed my pubic hair so that it wasn’t and problem as it won’t show anything outside my bikini bottom but the small size was so ridiculous because even pulling the edges as far as they would go didn’t go anywhere near covering my pussy and certainly not my remaining genital area.

Ryan insisted on my complete outfit and so that was what we bought. When we reached home he asked me to model the outfit. I stripped completely naked and then strapped the bra around under my breasts and dropped my breasts onto the platform which was supposed to support the