USA.
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Accepting the change of scenery, not to mention different countries, Marian Wintergreen was chosen to attend a week of meetings at the US offices of her company in Manhattan. The American arm had benefited from a new wave of success following the global pandemic. Mrs. Wintergreen had been invited to learn how to transfer the blueprint of their positive results and sales to the UK. Eager to make an impression, the forty-two-year-old English executive took a cab directly from the airport to the New York HQ. The building was astounding and when she showed up at the main conference room she was welcomed by all.
The room was in an open floor plan with ample space and natural light illuminated the interior from the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the Hudson River. Marian acted professionally and cordially during the admittedly boring office get-togethers, somewhat miffed at the top-heavy number of female officials, designers, and perfumers. There was one fellow however who piqued her interest, Liam Murphy, an upcoming businessman who was a brown-haired and blue-eyed fellow who had Irish descendants, and it was he who had been selected to accompany her over the next few days.
"And this is the first marketing deal we intend to push first in England."
Mrs. Harriet, the managing director, indicated a small display package on the long conference table in the middle of the airy penthouse office. Marian looked to her immediate left at Liam as they perused the contents and discussed further options. After a couple more hours of business, she and Liam left so that she could check into her hotel.
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The Millennium Hotel is located in the centre of Times Square in midtown Manhattan. Marian's all-paid-for guestroom featured floor-to-ceiling windows with a sweeping view of the New York City skyline. Her room had a King-size bed, a private bathroom, and a flat-screen television. The cool and confident woman nodded in approval and paused to take it all in. In tow behind her, Liam dropped her bags on the lush carpet and whistled.
"Not bad, Marian. Not bad."
"Excuse me? Who is Marian? I am MRS. Wintergreen to you, boy. I am the boss of you, understand? You will speak when I allow it, act when I say, and not until then."
"Understood, MRS. Wintergreen."
She spoke in an authoritative tone that he hadn't even heard from his superior, managing director Mrs. Harriet. She looked him up and down and noted his ruddy complexion and ginger hair. He was taller than her and had a developed chest and biceps, although his legs were on the short side.
"You have Irish blood. No?" she asked in her plummy accent.
"Yes, Mar...Ma'am. My folks come from Kerry."
"Ah, Kerry. Where they make the cheese. From now on I shall refer to you as Cheese Boy. Now shoo."
They exchanged knowing looks and Liam's hands clenched and unclenched. He bowed slightly and retreated. Marian huffed and composed herself. She thought it wise to make her underlings her unique approach. Stern and dominant as per usual. She liked to lord it over both men and women, and this trait hailed back many years. She had found it astonishingly easy to learn how to take charge automatically, to give orders, and to demand obedience.
She looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror of the brightly lit bathroom and saw a tall female of five feet ten, with slender limbs and lush auburn hair. Her attire was business-like yet comfortable. Her small rib knit jacket was unbuttoned and sat nicely over her round-neck sweater. Her knitted slim-fit skirt stretched seductively over her womanly hips and came down to mid-thigh level. She removed her jacket kicked off her heels and dived into the mini bar for a swift gin. She tipped her head back and swallowed the entire contents of the small bottle. As he smacked her lips her eyes fell on an unfamiliar bag on the carpet.
"That's not mine. It must belong to Murphy. The idiot!"
To make sure it was his, Marian opened the bag and retrieved some paperwork with the company logo. As she looked inside further she did a double take when she took out a pair of padded handcuffs. What's more, she saw a pair of red fist mitts made from top-quality sheep leather, fully lined, and adjustable to fit almost all wrist sizes.
"He's a dark horse," she mused as she dug further to find a puppy dog bondage hood of premium-grade brown leather. "Curiouser and curiouser."
The mouth was shaped in a permanent 'O' and two ears sat on top. The rear was fully laced to ensure a tight fit and offered a leather strip to keep one's hair from being caught in the lacing. By far the most interesting object was the fold-away leather paddle with multiple hearts cut out which were intended to leave an imprint. It was six inches in length when Marian unfolded it and she smiled when she struck her right thigh with it.
"I need to get one of these. Very nice."
There came a timid rapping on her door and she opened it to be greeted by Murphy. He smiled wanly and pointed over her shoulder.
"Begging your pardon, boss. But I think I may have left my bag in here by mistake."
"Indeed. I'll fetch it."
As Marian stooped to pick up the bag she fancied the man's eyes were burning a hole in the backside of her skirt.
"Here."
Murphy took the bag back and did not fail to notice that it was open. He visibly sagged as he understood the Englishwoman had examined the shameful contents.
"Bye, for now, Cheese Boy."
Again the insult. The stuck-up bitch. How he would love to chastise her with his paddle. His shy appearance indicated little of his true passion and somewhat uncommon leanings.
"Boss."
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The next two days consisted of tedious discussions of financial backing and deadlines. Marian and Murphy always sat side by side at the long table and the flirty vixen teased the American on occasion by hiking the hem of her already short dress up to the tops of her legs. Directly in Liam's eyeline of course.
Oblivious to the others at the same table the wanton minx gently ran her fingertips across the soft flesh of her bare inner thighs and squirmed in her seat accordingly. Liam twisted in his seat beside her as his eyes fixed on her busy hands under the table. Marian ate dinner alone in the hotel restaurant every night and took the occasional stroll outside to take in the wonder of the bustling 24-hour city.
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