When I was younger, my grandmother would have a game
night at our house with her girlfriends. I remember sneaking to listen
in on their conversations and soak up all the juicy stories. I barely
remember some of the things I heard back then, but one thing I heard has
always stuck with me and has proven to be the best advice I’ve ever
received. That sage piece of advice?
"Closed legs don’t get fed."
When the recession started and layoffs hit my company, losing my job
sent my life into a tailspin. All I did was job hunt and pray that
things would get better. Boy, did they ever. After months of searching
and eating PB&J for every meal, I found my dream job at a company I
had been dying to work for. The position wasn’t high up and the pay was
nothing extravagant, but I had a job that I loved and I was grateful.
My first week in the office was uneventful and typical, that is until I
spotted this Adonis a few feet away. His name was Casey, he was tall,
the color of caramel with a gun show and broad back that made it
necessary for you to carry extra panties in your purse. His smile could
melt the coldest heart and as I watched him talk to my new coworker
about the business trip he just returned from I knew I had to have this
man. There was just one small problem, Casey was my new boss.
Figures I would have the hots for a man that signs checks, including
mine. I was all set to admire from afar until Casey began subtly
flirting with me; light touches on the hand and lower back, invites to
lunch and “meetings” in his office where we just joked around. Then one
day, like a scene out of a cheesy romantic comedy, he pulled me in his
office, pushed me against the wall and kissed me. It was so
disappointing. I thought there would be sparks, passion and stars.
Instead, I felt blah and ready for it to be over. But after our kiss I
noticed that Casey was putting me on big projects, allowing me to leave
early and such so I figured maybe I could pretend to be hot for him as
long as I kept getting what I wanted.
Before long, Casey and I were in bed (and on his desk)
and I went from an assistant to a coordinator two months later. The
sex wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t mind blowing. However, the perks of
being the boss’ woman were too good to pass up. Within 10 months of me
being there, I was promoted twice and now I was managing a team at my
dream company, doing my dream job. Score!! One day I overheard some of
my coworkers talking about me and saying how disgusted they were that I
was getting promoted only because I was sleeping with Casey. They said
they would never “sleep their way to the top” and would much rather get
promoted based on their hard work in the boardroom, not bedroom.
Fools! To me, that mentality is exactly why they are where they are.
Like granny said “Closed legs don’t get fed,” and in the corporate world
it’s all about who you know, not necessarily what you know. If I can
get ahead in my career being arm candy for the boss, you bet I will and
with a smile on my face. I may have gotten promoted in the bedroom, but
I know my stuff and it’s proven in the boardroom day after day and
other people in management have complimented me on my work. Obviously,
I’m doing something right.
To be honest, Casey is a great guy who is fun to be around and I do
care about him. Do I see us getting married or anything? No. It’s not
even a topic we’ve discussed nearly two years later. Right now I think
we’re just two people giving each other what they need. For him, it’s
steady sex with a beautiful woman and a chance to flex his ego and
“boss” status. For me, it’s a way to further my career and have a
little fun along the way. I know what people at work say and I know
what someone reading this might say. But at the end of the day, I go to
bed peaceful every night comfortable with my actions. My legs may be
open, but I’m getting fed and very well. Granny would be proud.
-As told to Danielle Pointdujour