"You're sure I look OK?" I asked Rob - I knew tonight meant a lot to him, it was a works dinner - his chance to impress the boss and show him he was management material.

"Babe, you look gorgeous, just as you always do!" he kissed me gently on the lips. "You'll knock em dead!"

I glanced in the full length mirror we had in the hallway - I did look good! My long brown hair shone in the light as I flicked it over my shoulder.  The silky black dress I was wearing clung to my curves nicely, showing my shapely hips and full breasts off to their best.  I felt a little self-conscious, it’s not often I go out without a bra, but this dress was backless.

  Dinner was one of those formal occasions, with everyone sat according to where they were in favour with the boss - David Pressman.  He was a good looking man, probably in his late 30s, with blonde hair and twinkling blue eyes.  He seemed to ooze confidence, and the people sat near him clung to his every word.  Rob pointed out various people to me, Mr Pressman's personal assistant, his financial manager, his advisors .... Rob desperately wanted to be a part of that crowd, earning real money and getting respect.  I didn't see the attraction myself, but it meant a lot to Rob, so I was the dutiful girlfriend and smiled sweetly all evening.

After dinner, things got a little more sociable.  People stood around talking in their little groups, Mr Pressman flitted from one group to the next, each one sucking up to him.  It was almost sickening.  These people didn't actually like him, they just said the right things because he's the boss and they wanted to better their positions - like Rob.

Before long, it was our turn.  Rob nervously adjusted his tie as he came striding over. Mr Pressman held out his hand for Rob to shake. "Hello, it’s Rob Amble isn't it?"

"Yes, Sir, from the accounts office - and this is my girlfriend, Lucy."

Mr Pressman took my hand and kissed it. "Enchanted to meet you, Lucy," he said, gazing into my eyes.  For a moment, I held his gaze and my heart skipped a beat - boy was he good looking!  I noticed him look me up and down, taking in my full body.  It felt uncomfortable but nice at the same time.  He then turned his attention to Rob, and they started a discussion about the upcoming job interview. I decided to leave them to it, and I grabbed myself a glass of champagne from the nearby table and went off in search of something more interesting.

The building we were in was a clubhouse for a golf club, and had a verandah overlooking the golf course itself.  No one was there, so I decided to go out onto it for some fresh air.  I leaned on the railing, sipping my champagne and just enjoying the quiet.

After a few minutes, I became aware that I was no longer alone.  Mr Pressman was stood next to me, also leaning on the railing.  "Things a bit much in there for you? Lucy isn't it?"

"I just needed some fresh air,” I said, turning to face him.

"Rob's a nice young man,” he said ... "and he's also a very lucky young man to have someone as beautiful as you by his side."

This made me blush, which I don't often do. "Yes, he is a nice young man," I replied. "You should give him that promotion!" I laughed, then regretted it - I can't