Wendy Pt. 01

Wendy had to smile as they rode to the hotel, Mary keeping up a non-stop conversation the whole way. She was just as ebullient outside of work as she was a smiling presence behind her desk, a paragon of cheerfulness.

"You're not like the other girls that came before you," Mary said as they sipped their cocktails while waiting for their dinners to appear.

"How's that?" Wendy asked.

"They were too full of themselves," Mary replied. "I didn't like the way they looked down on me because I was merely Jonathan's receptionist and they were PAs."

"Didn't they realize that you're what made their jobs possible?" Wendy asked. "Without you doing your job, I'd be stuck on the phone all day and doing paperwork."

"I think they also resented me because I've been with Jonathan so long," Mary said. "He's a great boss and the perks are unbelievable."

"What perks?" Wendy asked.

"You'll laugh," Mary said, flushing.

"I promise not to," Wendy said. "Cross my heart."

"Well, the first thing I do every day when Jonathan arrives is suck his cock," Mary confided.

"Are you serious?" Wendy laughed.

"Totally," Mary replied, nodding her head. "He's got a great cock, 8", and he cums loads. He usually tastes like Vera - I just love her - but sometimes it's some other woman. In any event, I get a nice mouthful of cum every morning. I just love the stuff."

"What did the other PAs think of that?" Wendy asked.

"Jealous," Mary replied. "They saw sex with him as a way to worm themselves in deeper. They didn't realize that it didn't mean anything. Stupid cows. I used to love breathing in their faces when they'd arrive so that they'd smell the cum on my breath. It used to twist their panties into knots, though they weren't wearing any. Sometimes Jonathan would fuck them on his desk when he needed to get his rocks off or to teach them a lesson. They thought it meant something more. It used to upset them to no end when he'd call me into the office while he was fucking them on his desk," she laughed.

"You didn't have a problem with that?" Wendy asked, stunned by how casual Mary was about it all.

"Why would I?" Mary asked. "I have a great job and I love doing it. If he wants to fuck them or anybody else, why should I care?"

"I've never heard of a job like this, or a job environment," Wendy said.

"There probably isn't one," Mary laughed. "It's totally nuts, but I love it. Always something hot and horny going on. If you can't tell already, I'm sort of crazy about sex."

"I was getting that feeling," Wendy laughed.

"What about you?" Mary asked. "You're amazingly beautiful and sexy. How come you don't have a boyfriend or a husband?"

"I've been focused on my education and now I'm focusing on getting my career started," Wendy replied. "A boyfriend would just get in the way. Someday, maybe, but I have other priorities right now. Why don't you have a boyfriend?"

"There's just no way any one guy could make me happy, not the way I want," Mary replied, shaking her head. "I'm into variety and lots of it. I like women, too. I'd need to find a guy like Jonathan who doesn't mind sharing."

"Wouldn't that be nice," Wendy sighed.

"And how," Mary agreed. "I think that he and Vera have the perfect relationship."

"It's pretty unusual, but I can see that it works for them," Wendy said.

"I guess I should get home," Mary said. "It's getting late and I'm sure that you're beat, too."

"I am starting to feel it," Wendy agreed. "It's all been so exciting."

"Well, I just know that you're going to be great to work with and good for the business," Mary said. "Jonathan told Vera that you have unlimited upside potential."

"He said that?" Wendy asked, surprised.

"Yeah, and I don't think that he was talking just about your body," Mary laughed.

"I'm not going to have people saying that I succeed because I sleep with the boss," Wendy said.

"They'll think it anyway," Mary said, shrugging. "Nobody gives beautiful women credit for their brains."

"But I'll know," Wendy said. "If I don't have a good opinion of myself, how can I expect anyone else to?"

"Well, anyway, thanks for the dinner," Mary said as they got to their feet. "I'm glad that we're going to be friends."

"Weren't you friends with the other PAs?" Wendy asked.

"They barely gave me the time of day," Mary replied. "They saw me as being in their way."

"Well, I don't see you that way," Wendy said. "I'm counting on you to help me be successful."

"I'll do everything I can, just say the word," Mary said, smiling brightly.

After taking a nice long shower, Wendy crawled into bed with her laptop and checked out the dating website, now able to log on as a member. She went through the process of filling in the profile information, then uploaded a favorite picture, a head shot where she was laughing, before finally falling asleep.

Wendy had to laugh the next day when she arrived at the office to find Mary behind her desk, rolling her eyes and smacking her lips as she greeted her, leaving no doubt as to why when she kissed her on the cheek, the heady smell of cum strong on her breath.

"I'm glad to see the two of you are getting along already," Jonathan said, exiting his office, a smile on his face. "That's an improvement."

"I never understood why you hired the other ones," Mary said. "They might have been hot to look at and smart, but they weren't very nice people."

"Well, live and learn," Jonathan said. "Hopefully we've struck gold with Wendy."

"She's going to be great," Mary assured him, causing Wendy to blush.

"Come join me for coffee, or do you prefer tea?" Jonathan said to Wendy.

"I'm a coffee person in the morning," Wendy replied.

"How do you like it?" Mary asked.

"Black," Wendy replied.

"You look great, by the way," Jonathan said as she followed him into his office. "You've got incredible legs and that skirt really shows them."

"I feel practically naked," Wendy said, sitting down in one of the chairs facing his desk as he went around to sit behind it. "I've never not worn underwear."

"You'll get to the point where you'll wonder why you ever did," Jonathan laughed. "Mary took to it like a duck to water."

"She's precious," Wendy said, smiling.

"She certainly is," Jonathan agreed. "She makes this office the joyful place that it is. People see her first, that scintillating smile, and they're already in a good mood, receptive. I'd be lost without her."

"We had dinner together last night," Wendy said. "She really loves her job."

"I just hope that she realizes how much she is appreciated," Jonathan said.

"I got the feeling that she does," Wendy said.

"So, any first impressions?" Jonathan asked.

"You're not maximizing the potential of what you have," Wendy said.

"Go on," Jonathan said, sitting back.

"You have all of these magnificent properties, but there doesn't seem to be any cohesiveness between them. Other than the corporate name, they're basically stand-alone entities. Making them appear related one to the other would create a positive synergy," she replied.

"How would you do that?" Jonathan asked as Mary entered with their coffees.

"Thanks, Mary," Wendy said as she set her coffee on the desk in front of her, then went around to place Jonathan's in front of him.

"Thank you," Jonathan said, picking his cup up and taking a sip.

"You're welcome," Wendy said, smiling brightly. "Do you realize that none of your other PAs ever once thanked me for bringing them coffee?" she asked Jonathan.

"No, I hadn't noticed," Jonathan replied.

"You always thank me, even though you don't need to," Mary pointed out.

"This is delicious," Wendy said after taking a sip. "What kind of coffee is this? It's so rich."

"Kona," Jonathan replied, smiling. "I think it's the best coffee in the world."

"It's certainly the best I've ever tasted," Wendy said as Mary left. "Anyway, to answer your question, the first thing that I'd do is to create a type of awards program for your guests. Anyone staying at any of your properties would earn points based upon how much they spend. When they reach certain thresholds, they'd receive something, discounts in the shops or restaurants, even complimentary stays at any of the properties. You need to incentivize them to return. Just having the best hotels and resorts isn't enough these days. People like to feel appreciated."

"That's an interesting idea," Jonathan said. "How would you set something like that up?"

"Are your property statistics centralized or are they stand-alone for each property?" Wendy asked.

"We haven't centralized our records, if that's what you mean, though we have discussed it from time to time," Jonathan replied.

"That's the first thing that I'd do," Wendy said. "A central database of all of your clientele. That way someone would earn credits, awards points, no matter which property they stayed at. You need to reward loyalty. In the long run, it will pay off with increased return visits and it would be incentive for your clients to always stay at one of your properties when they travel."

"Could you prepare something describing the process?" Jonathan asked. "I'd like to run it by the accounting department."

"I'd be happy to," Wendy replied.

"Anything else?" Jonathan asked.

"Maybe, but I'm not sure yet," Wendy replied. "I think that there's a way to integrate the dating website into the hotels and resorts, but I'd need to see the site logs first."

"That I can help with," Jonathan said, picking up the phone. "Phil, could you come to my office, please. Thank you," he said, hanging up the phone. "Phil is in charge of the dating website," he explained. "He should be able to answer your questions."

"Who handles the hotel and resort websites?" Wendy asked.

"Each property deals with their own," Jonathan replied.

"You're not serious?!" Wendy gasped. "Just in terms of efficiency and economies of scale, that should be centralized. You're wasting so much time and effort reinventing the wheel that way. You should have a common website template with each property having its own unique content, but the look and feel should be the same. Other than the fact that you have the corporate logo at the bottom of each property's homepage, there isn't any real relationship one to the other."

"You need me?" an overweight man said, sticking his balding head and unkempt hair through the door.

"Phil, come in," Jonathan said, getting to his feet and shaking hands when he approached. "Please meet Wendy, my new PA."

"Hello," Phil said, staring at her, then belatedly offering a hand to shake.

"Hello," Wendy said, smiling, thinking that he reminded her of the nutty professor with his thick, wire-rim glasses perched on his nose.

"Have a seat," Jonathan said. "Wendy has some questions about the dating website for you."

"Sure," Phil said, sitting down. "What would you like to know?"

"Do you keep statistics on site visits?" Wendy asked.

"Not overtly, no, though that information is in the log files," Phil replied.

"Why not?" Wendy asked.

"Well, why would we?" Phil asked. "Once they sign up, the only thing we care about is if they pay their monthly access fee. Beyond that, I'm only concerned that the site functions as it should. We get very few complaints."

"Can you give me access to the site logs?" Wendy asked.

"Do you want me to do that?" Phil asked Jonathan.

"I want you to give Wendy anything that she asks for," Jonathan replied.

"No problem, then," Phil said.

"I'd also like to see the site's source code," Wendy said.

"That's proprietary," Phil said uncomfortably. "Someone has that, they could easily duplicate what we're doing. We'd lose our edge. Our site is different than most of the other dating sites."

"Anything that she wants, Phil," Jonathan said.

"Do you understand programming?" Phil asked.

"I have a degree in computer science," Wendy replied. "I'm pretty fluent in a dozen different languages, including PhP and HTML. I assume that the site is written in them?"

"And Java," Phil said.

"Not a problem," Wendy said, smiling. "I promise not to make any changes in anything, I just want to see how it's set up."

"Okay," Phil said. "I can set you up with access protocols."

"That would be great," Wendy said. "Tell me, do you know anything about the various property websites?"

"Generally, sort of, but not specifically," Phil replied. "They each do their own. They use different languages, depending upon who sets them up and administers them."

"That makes things difficult," Wendy said to Jonathan. "If you're going to standardize them so that there's one uniform look, they all need to be written in the same language."

"That's a huge job," Phil said.

"Without being rude, how would you rate your programming skills?" Wendy asked.

"I know all of the website languages as well as anyone," Phil replied. "That's what I do."

"Do you think that you could help me write a translation protocol to convert each of the property's websites to a standard language protocol?" Wendy asked.

"Wow, what a cool idea," Phil said, smiling. "Are you that good?"

"Yes," Wendy replied, smiling at him.

"I'd love to work on something like that," Phil said. "I'm not sure how to go about it, but I'd love to learn."

"Then I want the two of you to work together until you figure it out," Jonathan said. "Make it a priority."

"There's going to be some resistance, I'd think," Phil said.

"Why?" Jonathan asked.

"Each property's website is written in the language that the person administrating the site knows best," Phil explained. "If we're going to rewrite them all into a standard language protocol, you're going to have some site administrators who won't know how to work with the sites."

"Wendy?" Jonathan said.

"Do you know how much you pay these site administrators?" Wendy asked.

"Between $40,000 and $60,000 a year," Jonathan replied.

"That's approximately $2 million a year," Wendy said, shaking her head. "If we convert everything to a single language and template and centralize them, you'd only need one or two people to manage everything."

"Is that possible?" Jonathan asked, his eyes lighting up.

"No reason why not," Phil replied. "But you'd be putting quite a few people out of a job."

"You could give them all a year's severance pay and recoup it in less than two years," Wendy said. "If they're any good at their jobs, they should be able to find new ones and they'd have a year's salary to ease the transition."

"Phil?" Jonathan asked.

"It makes sense," Phil said.

"Would there be any disruption to the current websites?" Jonathan asked.

"No," Wendy replied. "We'd sandbox the new sites, then roll it all out at once. The only thing that anyone might notice is a new, uniform look. There should be zero down time."

"I agree," Phil said, nodding.

"Would there be any other expenses involved in doing this?" Jonathan asked.

"We'd need to add some storage capacity, maybe beef up the RAM on the webserver that we use for the dating site, but we're talking a few thousand dollars at most," Phil replied.

"We'd be better off putting it in the cloud," Wendy said. "Use your system as a backup in case the cloud has problems. Daily backups."

"She's right," Phil said, chagrined.

"How long do you anticipate this would take?" Jonathan asked.

"No more than a month," Wendy replied. "A week or two to write and run the translation protocol, then a couple of weeks to troubleshoot the whole thing in the sandbox."

"Make it happen," Jonathan said. "Anything you need, let me know. I'd like to see you before you leave today, Wendy. Phil, she's all yours."

When Wendy returned to Jonathan's office at the end of the day, it was with a feeling of great satisfaction at finally getting to put to practical use some of the things that she had learned.

"How did it go with Phil?" Jonathan asked as she took a seat in front of his desk.

"Fine," Wendy replied. "He knows his stuff."

"Any problems?" Jonathan asked.

"We need to access the different websites on the servers from where they're run," Wendy replied. "The site administrators aren't going to like that. They'll feel threatened. I would."

"I'll email each of the property's managers before I leave today, tell them that you're to have complete and unfettered access to anything that you want," Jonathan said.

"You should tell them what we're going to do," Wendy suggested. "They know their site administrators, we don't. They'll know how to handle them. They should also tell their site administrators what's going on. No sense in trying to sandbag them. There are very few reasons for requesting the kind of access that we're looking for and they're going to feel threatened. They'll be far more inclined to be cooperative if they see the whole picture, knowing that they're not just going to be cut loose."

"Good idea," Jonathan said. "I'll make sure that they understand."

"That's about it," Wendy said, smiling.

"If you do this successfully, I'll consider your probationary contract to be fulfilled and you'll be paid the full value of it," Jonathan said, smiling at the surprise on her face. "The savings I'll realize from this idea will pay your salary for the next three years, even at $500,000 a year plus stock options, in a single year. Not bad for your first day on the job."

"Wow!" Wendy said, exhaling. "Wow!"

"You keep this up and you'll be making that $5 million a year that you want in no time," Jonathan said.

"Thanks," Wendy said, feeling a tingling between her legs that made her flush. "I thought of something else. I'm as good a coder as there is and Phil is tops, too. What I'm not and neither is he is artistic. We need someone who understands website design to create the uniform look that we're going to translate everything to."

"Do you know anyone would could do that?" Jonathan asked.

"No, but I know where to find the person that can," Wendy replied.

"How much would that cost?" Jonathan asked.

"Maybe $20,000," Wendy replied. "It's a one-off, no ongoing support or anything. Once we have that, Phil or I can handle anything that needs dealing with."

"Make it happen," Jonathan said.

"Is there any particular look or theme that you'd like to represent everything?" Wendy asked. "Elegant, luxurious, modern, staid?"

"Hmm, I'm not an artist either," Jonathan replied, a hand on his chin. "I'd want it to be something that inspired an expectation of pleasure, I suppose, if that's possible."

"I'll have whoever I pick to do the artistic part give me a few examples of ideas and you can choose the one that you like," Wendy said.

"That sounds perfect," Jonathan said. "Oh, one other thing. Vera has to go to a charity something or other tomorrow night, a very fancy cocktail reception. She'd like you to join her. Many of the top socialites that she deals with will be there and she thinks that it would be a perfect place to introduce you to them."

"I don't have anything to wear to something like that," Wendy said. "I've arranged to have the rest of my clothes and personal things shipped here, but even then, I don't have anything fancy enough."

"I'm sure that she'd love to take you shopping," Jonathan laughed. "You're all hers tomorrow. Don't worry about the cost. I think that we can afford to buy you a wardrobe suitable to your needs."

"Wow, thanks," Wendy laughed. "But what about the website project?"

"It's waited this long, another day won't kill us," Jonathan replied. "Making and keeping Vera happy takes precedence over anything."

"That's a very sweet thing to say," Wendy said, smiling. "I think that she's very lucky."

"Trust me, I'm the lucky one," Jonathan said. "Now get out of here. You've earned your salary for the day."

Wendy wanted to start on the translation protocol after eating dinner at the hotel's restaurant once again, but she resisted the urge, instead looking at the log files from the dating website. What she found made her smile. She then logged on to the dating website and checked the profile that she had done for herself, not finding anything that she felt she needed to change.