INTRODUCTION
For at least three years Alfie Dunlop really believed his sister would have sex with him, but she never did. That was a defining realization for Alfie, becoming aware that the perversities of females extended even to sex.
His mother had been perversely responsible for calling him Alfred, an ancient and once noble name that he'd found to be hideously inappropriate for a young guy then heading for the 21st Century. Fortunately his father came to his senses and allowed Alfred to be known as Alfie. Way back then neither father nor the young kid knew in years to come women would regard the name Alfie as being cute.
During those three years Robyn had often teased him spitefully, bordering on cruelly. She oozed with sex. Alfie at eighteen and three years younger, and being virtually skin and bones, had admired her curvaceous body greatly. The way in which she lifted her bared breasts and wobbled them at him and spread her pussy lips when standing close to him identified to Alfie what a flaunting bitch she was but it had a beneficial side effect, teaching him self-control. She'd whisper something that very much sounded like, "Touch me". But he never did.
Robyn disappeared from Alfie's daily life when one of her college instructors made her pregnant and married her, placing her in a box-like house to raise their child while he fraternized with the incoming crop of new sophomores who mostly were on a rampage for sex from whoever was interested, even other women or tutors with beards and a pot-belly like Alfie's brother-in-law who had never came near Robyn's family. That was because Alfie's father had threatened to kill him if he ever came within reach of him. Academic are generally not known for their bravery. His parents visited their grandchild and daughter a couple of times a month, taking them out to somewhere interesting for lunch.
Alfie the sprinter went to college and successfully tried out for football and was beefed up and suddenly in the perverse way of women, for reasons he didn't understand, Alfie was having more sex than he could comfortably handle. The alarmed football coach placed a curfew on Alfie on week nights and that leveling out of Alfie's sexual excess helped put the weight back on Alfie and he ran again with dynamic energy.
Eighteen months on Alfie made the top team and he went on to become a football legend at that college while at the same time picking up a Master's in Business Administration.
CHAPTER 1
"Ohmigod," breathed the head receptionist as the athletic-looking pale blond Alfie Dunlop walked up. Her two colleagues, alerted, put on their Number 1 smiles and pulled their tummies in and pushed their breasts forward, hoping to be noticed. Well what other chance do women parked behind a desk have during business hours?
"Hi you babes look a credit to the company."
The three women appeared nervous, eyeing Alfie as if he was a consultant coming in to fire people not toeing the line.
"I have to report to Miss Winslow but first need a nervous pee. Where is it?
The head receptionist pointed to the left where directional notices stated 'toilets'.
"Would one of your younger women like to pull down my zip," Alfie leered.
The two juniors darted behind Mrs Crow and Alfie grinned and said, "Just joking."
He went off and Wendy said, "What do you make of that Mrs Crow?"
"I smell trouble. That guy is a walking sex bomb."
Amy and Marissa looked at one another and shivered, tips of their tongues protruding.
As the guy returned Mrs Crow pointed to his zip and he grinned and finished pulling it all the way up.
"Just a test to see whether you'd notice ma'am. Thank you for your brave courtesy."
The younger women watched in disbelief as Mrs Crow blushed. They hadn't realized their hard-ass manager could be so sensitive.
"Miss Winslow's office is on the fifth floor," Mrs Crow said. "You won't get near her without an appointment."
"Bayfield Recruitment short-listed me and my appointment is for 9:15."
"That was five minutes ago."
"Cool, I don't wish to appear over-eager."
"Amy please take this gentleman to Miss Winslow."
Wendy Winslow scowled at Alfie. "You're late."
Amy watched in awe as the guy smiled at Miss Winslow and said, "I didn't wish to appear over-eager. Thank you Amy."
Amy raced back to reception and said breathlessly, "The cow criticized him for being late and he said what he told us that he didn't wish to appear over-eager. And then he said thank you Amy."
"That was only him being polite," Melissa said.
"I know that but how did he know my name?" Amy said mystified.
Mrs Crow sighed and said it was because he'd read Amy's nametag when eyeing her breasts.
Amy's knees shook and she blushed massively.
"Well what have you got that I want?" Wendy demanded.
Alfie eyed her breasts and didn't reply until she realized what he was doing and dropped her head and held both hands parallel defensively under her chin with fingertips of both hands touching as a shield.
"As your deputy I'd be the person you could trust to run the department your way and with your competence, leaving the impossibly difficult items in your too-hard basket.
"I see."
"Is there something wrong with your neck."
"No of course not," Wendy said dropped her hands and raised her head only to discover his eyes were against on her breasts.
"You're fired I mean hired," she practically panted. "There's your desk over there. Go."
"Won't you have to brief me?"
"Oh god," Wendy groaned. "Could you sit and please not stare at my breasts."
"My older sister used to flaunt her bare breasts at me. Please excuse me for being addicted."
Wendy was intrigued. "And what happened?"
"We never had sex. She didn't offer."
Wendy and Alfie had sex that night, and the next night and the three nights after that when Wendy's boyfriend arrived to find them hard at it. Alfie threw the aggressive guy on to his back in a football tackle, knocking him senseless. He dressed and left telling Wendy they'd finish what they were doing some other time.
The next day Wendy, sporting a black eye, successfully had Alfie transferred to New Business.
He lasted there three days before two women fought over him and Alfie was transferred to Supplies and Dispatch. Two nights later the manager's husband caught her and Alfie really pumped up on a sofa beside their pool but Alfie was too quick for the guy to catch. The manager appeared with Alfie's clothes next morning and a chit from HR advising he'd been assigned to Finance.
That appeared to be a winning move because the manager was male but when his wife came in that first afternoon and saw Alfie demanded an introduction and was all over the poor guy. An hour later Alfie was at his new desk in Sales and Marketing.
That afternoon the company's chairman called a meeting with the president and the two vice-presidents to discuss the appointment the replacement of the third vice-president. The chairman was angry that his request to be filled internally had produced negative results.
"That's bullshit," the chairman snarled. "We employ 188 people in this building and 320 at the plant. Someone must be suitable. Bring up on screen the name of personal in Sales and Marketing. Let's go over everyone thoroughly."
"Well Ted the manager is useless as are his two deputies."
They worked through the list until they reached the bottom and there was the last person to be signed on.
"Who is this guy Alfie Dunlop?"
"I wasn't aware he worked for us," said the president. "Guys?"
The two vice-presidents shrugged. All Owen could offer was he'd seen the guy earlier than afternoon when walking through Sales and Marketing.
"Christ, look at his experience since he'd been with us," the chairman said in awe... he's passed through Admin, New Business, Finance, Supplies and Dispatch and now Sales and Marketing. Even more to the point there's a rave testimonials supporting him each time he's transferred. Get him in here Bruce."
Bruce asked the manager of Sales and Marketing where Alfie Dunlop was sitting.
"Who?"
"One of our most experienced people and in your department and you don't know him?"
"I don't think so," said Ted Estrada looking around wildly and pointing said, "That's probably him over there."
"Mr Dunlop?"
"Yes," Alfie said jumping to his feet and offering his hand. "I'm pleased to meet you Mr Young."
Bruce asked, "You know me?"
"Know of you actually and you reputation in this company."
Bruce didn't pause to ask was that a good or bad reputation. "You are wanted in the chairman's office. Come with me Alfie."
Introductions were made and the chairman said, "Your youth surprises me son. How old are you?"
"Rising twenty-six sir."
"How did you amass all your experience in this company at that young age?"
Alfie joked, "Skill at due diligence sir."
The chairman frowned, "I don't quite understand."
Wondering what this game was Alfie said, "Application of the four 'F's' sir. Foresight, philosophy, frankness and forensic principles."
"That's only three 'F's' young man."
"Although beginning with the letters ph, philosophy is pronounced as an 'F',
"Oh yes darn it. You got me there son. I went to your college, but a little ahead of you. I probably would have been taught those principles."
"You would have sir. There are fundamentals of business sir, and that's another 'F'.
"Yes, so it is."
The chairman said solemnly, "We are considering you as the new VP with responsibility for Sales and Marketing."
"Very good sir," Alfie smiled, wondering if the old guy had consumed a jug of whisky for lunch. This was ridiculous. It must be some kind of game to humiliate any bright young executive to put them down a peg or two.
"What are your aspirations for this company son?"
"To help make it leaner and meaner and trade smarter."
"You learned that at college."
"They are fundamentals sir and you adopted those principles when taught them and that has underpinned your brilliant career."
"You are probably very correct about that. Now what is the first fundamental of a senior business executive?"
"Not to be caught with his zip down or her panties down sir."
The president laughed, was joined by his two VPs and the chairman felt obliged to show he had humor so added his laughter.
"Well as far as I'm concerned you are hired. You agree with my decision don't you Roger?"
"The president looked startled and eyed his deputies who both stared at the ceiling.
"Well yes William. Your selection solves our problem. We hold you responsible for selecting the best man available."
The two VPs said, "Hear, hear," meaning they approved their chief's carefully worded response to the chairman, placing responsibility for the hiring totally with the chairman.
In the office of company president Roger Granger, Alfie said, "When will this joke end?"
"I'm afraid I don't follow."
"The chairman Mr Bolger, his behavior could almost be described as erratic."
"Well it is, because that's how he is, and usually he goes about half-drunk. But as his family trust has almost $19,000,000 invested in this company we, ah how can I put this, we allow him latitude."
