Bonnie Knight was in the process of reviewing a share-ware contract with IBM when her phone buzzed.
“Yes?”
“Mrs. Knight, Mr. Knight senior is on line two.”
“Thank you Linda. I’m all set. You may go home.” Then after pushing the line two button she spoke to her father-in-law. “Hi Charlie, how was your golf match?”
“I had a good day. Shot a eighty-three, which is very good for me.”
“Since you called, I assume that you want me to wait here for you?”
“Been three days since I have seen you Bonnie. Besides, I have something to show you that makes you and I historical.”
“What on earth could that be, Charlie?”
“I have in my hand the latest issue of Forbes magazine. You, my dear, are listed as one of the one-hundred most influential women in America, while I am included in the men’s list.”
“We did it Charlie, we really did it.”
“You did it Bonnie. I just came along for the ride.”
Bonnie knew that it would be fifteen minutes before Charlie arrived at Knight Computer headquarters. Her office, that of president, occupied the entire top floor. After working hours, the security people activated the exclusion system so that only she, and Charlie could enter by use of a coded card.
She walked over to the wet bar. As was her custom when Charlie senior was to see her after hours, she filled a shot glass of Jack Daniels, which she downed in one gulp. A second followed. Then she filled a drink glass with half Daniels and half water. She walked over to the huge window overlooking Lake Saint Clair.
She smiled to herself. Her thoughts went over how she had come to this point in her life. Her parents were dirt poor. She, being obsessed with making something of herself, had been a bookworm to beat all bookworms so that she would qualify for scholarships to college and law school. She had finished eighth in her class at Harvard Law. She had taken the position as assistant council for Knight Typewriters. Soon after her arrival, John Winston, council for the firm, resigned to go into private practice.
Charles P. Knight, Sr., was president at that time, which meant that everything that she did was at his request, or for his review. In a short while, he scheduled his daily meetings with her as his last appointment of the day.
She noticed subtle changes in Charlie. Even though it was the end of the day, he would be freshly shaved, his face splashed with Old Spice. She saw it coming. Charlie was setting her up to be his mistress. At the time, she thought of her poor mother struggling with her life. No, God damn it. That will never be me in a ramshackle old home. If I have to fuck Charlie Knight to stay close to wealth and power, so be it, she concluded.
Charles had a surprised look on his face when she readily agreed to drive with him to his camp North of the city. They stopped for dinner at an elegant Italian restaurant that he had often mentioned to her. She had never been in such a place. The food? Oh, my. She was overwhelmed. She had four glasses of wine.
She had almost screamed when she read the check, upside down. One hundred and twenty-two dollars was mind boggling to her, at the time. Funny now.
Once at the camp, Charlie lit the gas fireplace. He embraced her. He kissed her. His hand slowly pushed her hair away from her eyes. He kissed her again. “I am so happy that you are here.”
“I’m happy to be here.”
“While the place is warming up, let me show you the deck.”
It was beautiful out there, with the moon shinning across the water. Several boats could be seen in the distance.
Charlie gave her a deep kiss. There was urgency in his lips; his body was full against her. She had only had one lover before. He was a foot shorter, and sixty pounds less then Charlie. She wondered what it would be like to have a large man pinning her helpless to the bed as he had his way with her. Her mind had doubts. Her pussy did not.
They walked through the living room into the bedroom. When Charlie turned from removing his clothes, Bonnie was naked on the bed. Now beside her, he slipped his finger into her. She spread her legs wider. Charlie rolled onto her, and entered her.
“Oh, you are so tight,” he whispered.
Gently, slowly, changing his motion, he moved in her. She knew that he was trying to please her. She was not concentrating on her own orgasm. Rather, she was mentally examining the feel of his body on her, the effect of his longer body on the arc of his thrusts, his scent. One thing was for certain. She liked it, and all that went with it.
Charlie set her up in an expensive apartment that he could discreetly visit. She was now his mistress, but you would never know it at work.
The company’s only product was the typewriter line. Bonnie visited a girl friend, Jan Williams, in New York City who worked as an attorney for the firm representing IBM. She had a computer. More importantly, she told Bonnie, that word processors and computers would soon make typewriters obsolete. She also mentioned a small firm that she knew of which was rich in computer engineering talent that might be for sale.
The next time Bonnie was in bed with Charlie she blew him away with this proposal. “Charlie, I’m going to make you an offer that you can’t refuse. I want you to become the Chairman of the Board, and essentially retire. I will become the President, and chief operating officer. We are going to drop the typewriter product line. We will buy a company with the talent to let us compete in the computer field. To do this will require that we borrow every penny the banks will lend up.”
“Why can’t I refuse?” Charlie said with a grin.
Bonnie sat up. She was sweaty, hair a mess, cum running out of her pussy. Her face-hardened. “Because Mr. Knight, if you refuse, I will resign this minute. You will never have me to play with again. Your company will be chapter-eleven within two years, and I will be very wealthy as the president of another company.”
“I don’t believe you. Where are you going to get the financial backing?”
“A silent partner, and the Chase Manhattan Bank.”
Charlie let out a low whistle. His eyes squinted. He knew her well. She never embellished, never lied. She is an attorney. He remembered that she had once been dirt poor. She had told him that she had scratched and clawed to make it to the top of everything that she ever did. “Why are you offering to even take me along for the ride?”
“Because I like you. You have always been fair and honest with me.”
“Bonnie, I have never met a woman like you. Okay, One more question. Will we be able to employ my present employees? Some have been loyal to me for years.”
“That is another reason that I wanted to make the move with Knight Typewriters. I know and trust these people.”
“Bonnie, you draw up the necessary documents, including your own job description, and we will announce your promotion as soon as you complete it.”
“Anything to get on me again, Mr. Knight?”
Two years later the transition was complete from typewriters to computers. Knight Computer was the darling of Wall Street, which the Forbes article was indicative of.
Charles Knight, Jr. PhD moved back to the area to start, with his father’s financial help, the business of Knight Laboratories.
Bonnie met him at a country club dinner. It amused her when he came on to her. He asked if she would be interested in accompany him to a movie. Bonnie turned to look him squarely in the eye. Her mind was racing. What the hell should I do about this? It had been long ago established that Charlie Sr. would never leave Paula, his wife. Time to look out for Bonnie. “Yes, I would love to go.”
Later, with his father. “I’m dating your son. I like him. Don’t be offended, but I must move on with my life.”
“I think that is wonderful. I told him that you are the most attractive, complex, smartest, hardest-working woman that I have ever met. I even suggested that you would be an interesting date.”
“Ha, ha, ha, you told him all that? No wonder that he is curious about me.”
“I certainly did.”
“Charlie, we are not kids. He will want more then a kiss on the cheek.”
“I know what you are saying. You can handle two Knights, can‘t you?”
“You are an old scoundrel.”
Six months later she was Mrs. Charles Knight, Jr.
All that was over a year ago. Bonnie felt that her clock was ticking, so she went off the pill. She was bemused by the fact that she would be witness to a sperm war between a father and his son. She tried to give Charles junior the advantage by abstaining from sex with him the three days before her ovulation, hoping that his sperm would have strong and numerous swimmers when she was ripe. Charlie senior, she allowed access to her.
A year had passed with no pregnancy, which made Bonnie most anxious. That brings us up to the present. The elevator door opened.
Turning away from the window, Bonnie walked over in front of her large oak desk as she said, “Hi Charlie. I have some things to discus with you, after I read the Forbes article.”
As she said that she took off her shoes, pantyhose, raised her skirt, and sat on the edge of her desk with her legs apart. It was a game that she had started one day when she was feeling extremely horny. Charlie handed her the Forbes. He then slid his right index finger into her pussy. As she read, his finger slowly ran in and out. She opened her legs wider.
“Don’t let this article go to your head, Charlie. We are riding the wave of our stock going up three hundred and sixteen percent. You and I are taking the credit for the ideas of our engineers.”
“Well, it is glory for the day.”
“That may be more accurate then you think, Charlie. Look at this computer consultant’s report that I commissioned. It states that if we don’t come up with an updated line soon, the market will pass us by. I have hired a head hunter firm to find the finest new talent there is.”
“Sounds like you are Bonnie being Bonnie. C‘mon and sit on me on the sofa while you tell me about this talent.”
Both took off their clothes. Charlie sat back in the center of the sofa. Bonnie startled his legs, while lowering her pussy onto his cock. When she was comfortable, she slowly thrust forward and back as she continued.
“The head-hunter has located a senior at MIT, in Boston, who is considered a computer genius. He has an IQ of two hundred plus. They contacted him with a position offer, which he seemed to be interested in, but said that he would investigate Knight Computer before proceeding. Here is a picture of him.”
