Prologue: Many Years Earlier
The whole thing started when the CEO of a major news network made a very simple offer during a ceremonial event:
"Come to my office," he said. "I'd love to discuss a few business opportunities with you."
Megan felt like she was floating in the clouds. After having spent the evening rubbing shoulders with celebrities and politicians at the lavish gala, surely this was her opportunity to land a full-time job in the world of cable news.
"That would be amazing," she replied, awestruck.
"Then let's go. You've probably heard that we're in the process of shuffling our on-air talent and we're looking for fresh faces."
In the past year, she had provided legal analysis for this network on a few of the top rated shows. Twitter seemed to love her segments. And on this network, women had to be gorgeous and well-spoken in order to succeed. Megan's blonde hair, sharp wit, and perky nose gave her all the makings of a television star.
"I'd like that," she said with her prime-time caliber smile, maintaining her professional, yet friendly demeanor.
The executive's charm offensive was in full swing and they left the party to discuss things privately.
The office wasn't far away. They crossed the street, she in her glamorous gown, and he in his fancy tuxedo. Things were casual and flirty, as if they were on a first date as opposed to a job interview.
Once they reached the executive floor, Megan felt she had entered a world where million dollar negotiations were regularly conducted, a place where careers were either made or destroyed. Putting on her game face, she was determined to mask her nerves.
The main office was unusual. It was designed and furnished to look like a cozy home. There were leather couches and wooden cabinets. There were books on shelves and paintings on the wall. The walls were dark colored and it was easy to feel relaxed.
After pouring glasses of scotch, the boss stood shoulder to shoulder with Megan in front of a large window overlooking the city. There, they discussed her ambitions, hopes and dreams. While answering these questions honestly, she was encouraged that he seemed to recognize she was more than just a beautiful face.
"Let's get down to business," he said, leaning in close to her ear. "You're a highly intelligent woman and I'm sure you've figured out how this business works."
She lifted an eyebrow. "Oh? And how does it work?"
"Well, you know, beautiful women like yourself don't get to the anchor seat on my network unless they cooperate."
"I've always been a team player," Megan replied.
He flashed a charming grin. "You know what I mean though, right?"
"Oh yeah?" she laughed. "For you and who else?"
Megan knew exactly what the boss was hinting at, having already heard the rumors. She had assumed most of it was rooted in myth, or at least kept inconspicuous.
She tried laughing it off, hoping it was a misunderstanding.
Nonetheless, he remained serious on the matter. "Everyone in politics and media has their friend. That's how it works. As it just so happens, I think you'll fit right in. You have all the qualities I look for in a woman."
She gulped. "And what will I have to do?"
"If you want to play with the big boys, you'll have to play by our rules. Maybe you'll have to give a blowjob every now and then."
As a woman who loved to suck cock, it was an interesting proposition. But she had never mixed business with pleasure before. With her ultimate submission on the line, she had never felt so conflicted.
"You must be joking," she said cautiously.
"Does this make you uncomfortable?"
"You're a really charming man, but I've always relied on merits in the workplace. I've worked so hard all my life."
"You can't be that naive," he questioned. "I'm sure that most of your bosses have been trying to fuck you. Probably some of your female bosses, as well."
"I know. You're right. Is that what you're trying to do now? Fuck me?"
He gave a curt nod. "To be honest, I enjoy being dominant. But I'm also extremely generous to my employees. I can make you the star you've always wanted to be, because you have that potential. Have you ever engaged in BDSM activities?"
"Never," she replied, feeling short of air.
"Afraid?"
"I've never been asked. I'm open to it though, with the right person."
"So you've been a straight suck and fuck kind of woman," he said. "That's nice. There's nothing wrong with vanilla. I love to introduce and train women to my style of fun."
Megan's heartbeat rose at the thought of being 'trained.' It was a tempting offer, especially since he seemed experienced.
She sucked in a deep breath. "You're making me blush right now."
They stood before each other, the boss gazing deeply into her eyes, as if plotting his next move.
The boss reached over and pulled open a desk drawer. Inside were all sorts of devices; paddles, flogs, vibrators. The mood changed when he picked up a leash attached to a leather collar.
"Are you a good cocksucker?" he asked impassively, while holding the toys.
She gulped. "Yes, I am. I love doing it."
"Do you have a gag reflex?"
"Average," she admitted.
"Well, I'll need to test your oral abilities. After all, that's a very important trait for any news anchor, don't you think?"
Over the next 15 minutes, Megan was made to kneel after the collar had been secured around her neck. She had never felt so powerless as the leash was held tightly by her companion.
When his thick cock entered her mouth, all she could do was accommodate the girth while sucking. As a show of dominance every now and then, the leash was yanked firmly. The goal was to test her gag reflex, and she was determined to pass this test.
By the time the sexual act was finished, Megan's glamorous appearance had disappeared. Her mascara ran down her cheeks from the tears that came with gagging. Her lipstick was smeared and there were globs of white cum on her chin, having leaked from around her mouth.
Megan hung her head down as the leash was removed. This had been both exhilarating and humiliating at the same time. Feeling confused, she didn't know how to react after a moment like this. This was certainly new territory.
The boss's finger lifted her chin and they looked each other in the eyes. She remained on her knees, with the boss's wet cock still dangling in front of her face.
"Don't tell anybody about this," he said with a cunning grin. "Everything's been recorded on video. I like having all the power. I call the shots. Now, shall we discuss business?"
Megan gasped, before plastering a false smile on her face.
Present Day: The Private Investigator
After three weeks of diligent research and surveillance, Alice was on the move. Gone was her short, messy brown hair. Now she was a blonde. Her previously plain wardrobe had been replaced by a sexy dress, accentuating her fit body. Not many people in her life would have recognized her.
She could be whatever a client needed her to be.
With looks like hers, no one dared to question her true motives as she checked in with lobby security under a fake name. And whatever residual worry she had about being wobbly in her new heels had disappeared. She had already conquered these high heels and she noticed quite a few wandering eyes on her legs.
She appreciated the powerful clicking of her heels on the tile floor as she made her way towards the elevator. Oh yes, she had arrived.
After reaching the proper floor, she went down the hall to a place she never thought she'd visit. Walking passed busy interns, hustling employees, and dolled up women ready for their television appearances, Alice managed to blend right in.
Around the corner was the dressing room. Inside, she saw her estranged older sister, sitting in front of a mirror while a team of stylists finished working their magic. Like always, Alice was in awe of her older sister's beauty.
It had been years since they last spoke in person. They had always been worlds apart and family drama kept a wedge between them.
But in the end, family is family, and she felt obligated to do anything for her older sister.
She knocked on the door frame to get their attention and the stylists looked at her with mild curiosity. After a moment, her older sister adjusted to Alice's new appearance.
Megan gestured to the makeup and wardrobe assistants. "We're done. Give us some privacy."
The employees scurried away from their demanding boss, leaving the sisters alone.
"Surprised to see me?" Alice asked, stepping in the dressing room and closing the door.
"I am, actually. You're not a tomboy anymore. You look a lot like me now, with that dress and makeup. And those heels, my god."
"It's almost poetic that we're matching, don't you think?"
"I'm sorry, for everything," Megan replied. "I wish things could have been different between us. Maybe after this is all over, we can..."
Alice cut in. "We can work out our differences next time. I'm here to do a job and I need to keep a level head. I've never done anything like this before. Ever. It's only because we're family."
"Thank you. You'll be generously compensated for your work."
"Based on what I've read about you in the tabloids, I expect a serious fee. It sounds like you've received several impressive offers from other networks."
