Lunceford Grayledge, owner of Uttenweiler's Department Store and his wife Charybdis Nordhauser-Grayledge left the meeting with the ad agency folks.
Lunce was very nervous about modernizing his department store. The agency guys had good ideas, but he hated to change it at all.
It was one of the biggest chains in the country, and certainly the nicest in Buttermilk Falls, but it had lost a lot of customers, as had other brick and mortar stores, to the online competitors.
And, he'd also wondered what the ad people thought of Charybdis, smoking her cigarette in the meeting.
The ad agency, like most places, was nonsmoking now, but of course the creatives didn't object, after all Chari was Lunce's new wife and business partner, and she looked so sever, the dark silk dress and what seemed to be a harsh, darkly lipsticked mouth.
She had ridiculed several of the ideas that had come up, and humiliated the chap at the board with the pointer.
But Lunce knew that Chari could be sweet sometimes. He also didn't like how short her skirt was, and how it seemed to distract the fellows doing the presentation.
But who told Chari what to do?
As they walked to the elevator, Lunce listened to Charybdis gently lecturing him.
"You have to be more modern and advanced in your thinking, Lunce. This isn't your grandfather's store anymore. We must do away with all that bargain basement bullshit.
Most of your old customers are dying and the younger ones want hipper, funkier stuff, and that's why we all think the store should have a little cafe, and a lingerie department, and-"
Lunce smiled tolerantly. Chari was enthusiastic, but she'd only been working at Uttenweiler's for a few months, although he'd certainly enjoyed promoting her from sales girl to buyer before their marriage.
Watching her considerable breasts shift in the tight silk as she expostulated, Lunce wondered if she would give him the privilege of sucking her nipples tonight.
Often she made him beg, sometimes while kneeling on rice...or two penny nails from the Hardware section of his store!
Charybdis noticed the condescending look. "You need to work on this, Lunce. You don't take me or my concepts very seriously." They got in the elevator, thankfully alone.
"That's not true, darling, I do listen and I'm interested. But it seems that my experience-"
Chari looked up at him breathing hard, as his eyes bulged at her tits heaving in the snug frock. She reached down and she grabbed his testicles through his pants and squeezed.
"You're still Lunce the Dunce, like they call you in the financial papers. Forget your stupid experience."
He babbled to protest, but Chari squeezed harder, and then she unzipped his pants, and his penis, purple and denied, popped out.
Chari stroked it and then flicked the head with a scarlet talon.
"I will make you concentrate. Your scheduled masturbation session next Monday is cancelled. We'll suggest you having a jack-off in February if sales in the store are up."
She batted Lunce's cock again.
"B-but the orgasm was my Christmas present.-" Lunce blanched. It had been so long. It was December now and the last release he'd been afforded was back in-what was it, August?
Charybdis squeezed Lunce's nuts harder and he thought he might black out. But then she released his crotch.
"I am trying to get you..." Chari gritted her teeth as she stood closer to Lunce-" To improve the failing chain of stores you inherited. Must I take your pants down and whip you right here in the elevator of the advertising agency?"
Lunce's dick hardened. How embarrassing, and humiliating. And she'd do it!
