Candy Kane was fretting as she awakened that morning in early October. She was scheduled to meet downtown with a couple of attorneys representing her employer, Aerospace Technologies, Inc., along with a mediator. This was the result of the sexual harassment suit she had filed against them. The fact was there was nothing to the suit; the reality was that the “sexual harassment” had been in the form of the lack of same. Candy thought she had just been ignored.
And the reality was that she had been. On the other hand, she was honest enough with herself to admit — privately — that ignoring her was the best possible behavior on the part of her coworkers: She was as prickly as a porcupine. This, in turn, largely resulted from the fact that she hated herself and for as long as she could remember had felt she was ugly as sin. The reality was that — probably as a result of an accident when she was very young — her mouth and jaw were horribly misshapen with her teeth having grown in at odd angles. She even had two pairs of teeth with one behind the other. At a time when schools were featuring self-esteem, Candy’s was in very large negative numbers.Furthermore, she considered herself to be flat as a board. The reality was that she had a gorgeous figure, albeit with a pair of small breasts. Although they were small — sort of a B-minus cup — they were perfectly shaped with lovely little nipples that sat on areolae scarcely larger than the nipples themselves. Because she never wore a bra — never feeling the need for one — she had always totally misinterpreted the looks in her direction. She thought the men were laughing at her when in fact they were admiring her lovely body with its gorgeous little ass. At five feet nine, she was a tall girl with much of her height in a pair of perfect long legs. But Candy never realized that.Then there was her name itself. She always thought it was the perfect name for a stripper — Candy Kane — and had even thought about stripping. Two things stopped her cold: her face, distorted by her misshapen jaw, and a figure with all the curves — she thought — of a straight stick. Nonetheless, she had investigated the possibility of silicone implants, and had actually gone to see a plastic surgeon who did such work. She was immediately turned off, though, when his receptionist — one of his earlier patients — proudly stripped off her blouse to reveal a pair of size double-D melons that, in Candy’s opinion, looked utterly ridiculous on her slender frame. While reaching that conclusion, it never occurred to Candy that her figure was far better than the girl’s. Her shoulders were broader, her buns were far nicer, and her legs were utterly magnificent. The receptionist’s legs were okay, but most of her height — five feet three — was in her torso; proportionately, her legs were quite short.The other thing that affected Candy was the fact that she was a mechanical engineer and a very good one. In her more objective moments she realized that it was only her engineering talent that kept her employed. I would have fired my ass within the first thirty days, she admitted to herself.Finally, there was her relationship with her parents who were now both dead. It started, she realized, with her name: She hated it and always had. Candace Kane wasn’t so bad, she admitted, but from the very beginning she had been Candy, and she hated it. Perhaps because of her strained relations with her parents things were worse than they needed to be; she was an only child born to her parents late in their lives: her mother had been 48 and her father had been 56 when she was born.It was over parental objections that she had decided to become an engineer. Moreover, she realized that the reason for her becoming an engineer was probably because they objected. At any rate, she had gone to Cal Tech where she received her bachelor’s and master’s degrees, as well as completing all the course work for her doctorate. In fact, she had recently submitted her just-completed dissertation based on her own machine design work.Now at age 27 she was at a bit of a loss. In spite of its name, Aerospace Technologies wasn’t an aerospace company at all. Located in Huntington Beach on the Pacific coast south of Los Angeles, it was a machine tool company. The company had been founded by a couple of engineers from McDonnell-Douglas who had developed some computer-controlled machine tools with aerospace applications. When McDonnell-Douglas wasn’t interested in pursuing their ideas, they left and founded their own company. In the intervening years, it had grown and prospered, but Candy felt it could have and should have been doing far better than it was.Then there was AT’s reaction when she initiated her sexual harassment suit. Privately she admitted that the lawsuit was really initiated at the behest of Katherine McCarthy, her attorney. The woman had contacted her, met with her several times, and finally convinced her that she was being victimized. Moreover, Katherine had clippings reporting eight prior harassment court victories, each of which carried settlements of at least six figures, while one had crossed into seven digits.But when the lawsuit was filed, even McCarthy was amazed at what happened next: The company had put her on a paid leave of absence. Candy was drawing full pay even though she hadn’t been near the office in more than a month. Furthermore, it had been made clear to her that the situation would continue until the issues had been resolved or until she asked to return to work. Already she had been out for six weeks, but the paychecks continued to arrive in her bank account with pleasing regularity.Finally, she g
Arriving at the 38th floor, Candy just stopped and gaped. The entry to the Clifford & Jamison offices was utterly spectacular. The doorway was highly polished cherry with the firm name in brass letters above it, along with the very dignified qualifier, Attorneys at Law, in smaller letters below the name. Candy straightened her shoulders and marched in, feeling her nipples moving against the worn fabric of her shirt as she did.Seeing the receptionist, Candy’s first reaction was to flee. The girl sitting behind the desk was the most beautiful blue-eyed blonde she had ever seen. I wonder what I would look like with blue eyes like hers? Candy wondered. All I have are yucky gray. Again, though, Candy’s self-appraisal was wrong. Her eyes were large with small eyebrows and very long lashes. The effect was singularly striking, but like everything else regarding her appearance, if it was good, it was downplayed or totally ignored.“Good morning,” she said to the receptionist. “Candace Kane to
“Ms. Harris—”“It’s ‘miss’,” Sandy interrupted. “I haven’t hogtied Jack Benson yet, and the way I’m going, it doesn’t look like I ever will.”“I beg your pardon?” Candy responded. “I don’t understand.”“Kathy does,” Sandy said. “Are you familiar with the line, ‘Why buy the cow if the milk is free’?”Candy slowly nodded her head.“Well,” Sandy continued with a lovely grin, “not only is my ‘milk’ free, I even help pay for it by splitting expenses. Jack has complete access to my body at all times.” Then with a lovely smile she added, “And, I’m delighted to say, he’s constantly taking advantage of his opportunities, too. To my incredible joy!” Then with a grin she turned to Kathy and said, “By the way, partner, you may not have noticed, but I can actually get my thighs back together again. In spite of my advancing years, I’m still in great shape for fucking.”“Advancing years!” Candy yelped. “What are you talking about? You can’t be over 25!”“We’ve got to keep her, Kath!” Sandy exclaimed
Taking the girl’s comment as an invitation, Kathy Carlson accepted it. Very slowly she walked around Candy, studying her body as she did. Gently, she moved her away from the table so she could get a good look from all angles.Finally, she pronounced, “Lady, you are utterly fantastic!” Then shaking her head in feigned sadness she added, “If my husband, Ken, were here, he wouldn’t even see me. All he could see would be you!”Although she had initially been petrified, by now Candy had relaxed enough to function again. “Get serious!” she exclaimed. “Mrs. Carlson, you are the most beautiful creature God ever created.” Having spoken, she looked more closely at Kathy and added, “But as beautiful as you are on the outside, that’s just a minor fraction of the total, isn’t it? Your beauty within just shines from your eyes and floods out the place!”“See, partner?” Sandy Harris exclaimed. “We’ve been telling you that for months, but you just don’t listen ... No! That’s wrong. You do listen. You
“What is this place?” asked the utterly bewildered Candy. “Never in my life have I encountered a group of such unbelievably gorgeous women. What is this? A law firm or the training ground for Miss America candidates?”At her comment, Ali just cutely giggled. “Don’t hold us against us, please, Miss Kane.”The two women chatted and then took seats at the large table in the center of the room. Candy found herself still talking to Ali, and, to her utter amazement, found herself telling the woman her life story.“You are going to be utterly beautiful, Candy Kane,” Ali said finally. “Now let’s eat. We really don’t want Kathy’s food to get cold.”Joan Frederick continued with her serving, and when everyone was served began to pour the wine, a chateau-bottled Bordeaux from a superb year. Candy recognized it as costing hundreds of dollars a bottle.The lunch was utterly superb. When they were finished, she went with Kathy Carlson to her office where the two women just chatted. Finally Kathy sa
When Dacey heard the name she mentally started to make connections. “William H. Clifford ... Isn’t he one of the richest men in the world?”Kathy just nodded once.“And a few months ago ... I saw a tiny squib in the legal notices: William H. Clifford had married Ali McGrath.” Her eyes widened as the pieces came together. “That gorgeous young blonde is Allison McGrath Clifford, isn’t she? She’s Bill Clifford’s wife!”“And executive director of the Foundation,” Kathy added. “Anyway, it’s all approved and fully funded.”With that it was time to head over to Dr. Matthews’ office.It was four months later — early February — and the work on her teeth had been completed. Dacey looked at herself in the mirror and conceded that her appearance was exactly the way Dr. Matthews’ computer had shown it would be.That had been a truly remarkable experience. Electronic pictures had been taken of her face and jaw and input into the computer. The doctor had played with the controls changing the size an
Both men rose as she entered the office and greeted her warmly. When she responded with another warm smile, the two executives were almost knocked flat.Morrison, the chairman, was the first to recover. “Miss Kane, you are without question the most beautiful mechanical engineer in the world! Now what can we do for you?”Dacey went to the coffee table sitting in front of a sofa and set up her laptop computer on it. As she did so, she noted that when she had entered the room, neither of the two executives seemed at all happy. Now with the two executives sitting side by side — Bill Miller was the president — she went through her findings and her full design presentation.When it was finished the two men were utterly stunned. Miller was the first to regain his voice this time. “Miss Kane—”“Dacey or Dace, please, Mr. Miller. One thing that’s changed is that I’m no longer Candy; I’ve never been able to stand the name.”“And my name is Bill, and this is George, as you well know, Dace. Now t
On Saturday morning, Dacey Kane awakened very early, long before her alarm was set to go off. Instead of trying to go back to sleep, though, she arose and began her preparations. After taking a shower and washing her hair, she very carefully shaved her legs and underarms. Then using a magnifying mirror in conjunction with a full-length mirror on a door, she examined her crotch for even the smallest stray hair. A couple were found and ruthlessly plucked.She didn’t stop there. Using mirrors in combination, she carefully examined her small remaining pubic patch to be sure that its four edges were all straight and sharply defined. Finally satisfied, she spent the next fifteen minutes searching for the perfect underwear for the day, settling on a luscious white thong that set off her all-over golden tan perfectly. After fluffing the top of her pubic hair over the upper edge of the thong, she even used small manicure scissors to trim a few hairs to what she thought to be the exactly right