Damage Control Pt 01 Cfo

Ella wasn't excited when Bruce Walker assigned her latest project. Being given a project by the Director should be a good thing, though initially being called to his office did get her blood pumping. As Director of Communications for The Trust Investment Fidelities Group, he was often tasked with 'changing the narrative.'

In this case, their CEO had not only been pulled over for DUI but had his naked babysitter next to him when the patrolman came up to the driver's door. At least she was 18...barely. It didn't help that his pants were under the passenger seat so that he mooned the patrolman trying to find his wallet...or that the naked girl (the daughter of the family's parish priest) was torn between covering herself up and trying to hide the 50 $20 bills. Then the picture they used for the story was from the patrolman's bodycam of the CEO's pale fat ass, blurred but still obvious. To make it worse, the story in the paper the next day was unfortunately placed. Just below was an article about the board awarding themselves $40 million in bonuses despite a stagnant first quarter. Needless to say, the stockholders and public weren't enthused with TIFG.

Bruce had to create positive vibes about the company and the upper executives. Perhaps human-interest stories to develop a feeling of sympathy for the corporation as a whole would work. At least he wasn't told to spin the ex-CEO's massively stupid mistake to make the man's behavior look acceptable. "We are an ethical company with good Christian values," the new CEO told him. "Find something to put into our internal e-mag to make the employees feel good about working for us. A series of stories, something to humanize the board members. You know how often these articles make it into the Living section of the local paper. We need good vibes and fast."

After a bull session, Bruce decided on a series of 'Behind the Suits' profiles dealing with the hurdles or trials all the C-Levels had to deal with to get where they are now. The initial name of the series was quickly shot down as the public had already seen enough of 'Beneath the Suits', at least one suit.

Ella Irish was the ideal choice. Fresh out of college, very bright, with an optimistic, flowery writing style, she was perfect. She was recently and happily married, small-framed, and though quite beautiful, wasn't busty like Terry or Laura. More than once, both Terry and Laura reported that they'd been approached by various directors and executives. The one man on the team was a terrific technical writer but not ideal for personal pieces. He prayed that even with their ex-CEO's recent indiscretions, the black mark on the company could soon be forgotten. He looked at the small redhead, "Something bothering you?" he asked.

Even though Ella knew the question was rhetorical, she nodded, "If I may, sir. Wouldn't any attempt at making the upper management look more human, and more sympathetic at a time like this look like...well, what it is? A blatant attempt to mask the horrendous PR scandal caused by our CEO?" she asked.

"Great point, we decided to make it look as if this were purely coincidental. This week's issue has a retraction saying something along these lines, 'The first of our new series, 'Behind the Suits' was pulled due to unforeseen circumstances. Stay tuned for the next installment in next week's issue.' Then, we'll start with the other execs and you'll do the new CEO last." He sat back challenging the 23-year-old girl to object further.

Ella nodded, though she knew nothing she wrote would change the way most employees felt upon watching the news and seeing their pantless, handcuffed CEO being shoved into the back of a police cruiser. Even she couldn't get the image of the pasty, extremely wide bare ass out of her head. She shuddered as she imagined the poor 100 lb. girl under the obese man. "With whom should I start?" she asked.

"Good," Bruce smiled. He pulled a sheet of paper out of his side drawer and handed it to the girl. "Marvin Davis, CFO. Then work your way down this list. Marvin has the best chance of eliciting a sympathetic response. He lost his wife of 35 years a couple of years ago. Then, Alan Wagner, COO. Mark Beottger, CMO...though he's extremely private. You'll need to find a way to get him to open up. Perhaps, discuss how he's at the top of your reporting chain...I don't know. You can see the names there. Read their bios and come up with a list of questions. I want to see everything you'll ask before you sit with them. Also, they are aware you'll be contacting them and that you'll be interviewing them at their homes. Make it as relaxing and as comfortable as you can. You think you can handle this?"

Ella nodded slowly, "One problem. I suppose I could Uber but I don't have a car. Billy and I have just one. Will the company reimburse me?"

Bruce smiled, "Easily solved. I'll arrange to get you a company vehicle. We have a contract with Ford and I'll get you set up with a Bronco Sport. Go over to Williams Ford on your way home, pick out the one you want and it's yours. I know you will nail this. Anything else?" he asked.

Ella smiled as she stood. 'This might not be the bandage over the wound they think it will be, but getting a company car? I will make this work,' she thought. "Yes, sir. I'll make the employees want to invite these guys for Thanksgiving," she smiled, waving the sheet of paper.

Bruce chuckled, "I'll take not flipping them off, but I know you are the best person for this."

* * *

Ella came into the apartment with a massive grin on her face. Billy looked at her questioningly. Without a word, she wiggled her finger at him and he followed her to the elevator. "Damn it, Ella. Where are we going? What's got you so happy?"

"Patience, grasshopper," she said in a perfect Master Po voice. She led her husband through the lobby and out to the parking lot. She stopped across from a line of cars, reached into her pocket (Yes. Her dress actually had pockets!!), and handed the key fob to Billy. "Press the unlock button," she smiled.

Billy looked confused then smiled, "You bought a car? Leased it?" He pressed the button and the beautiful, shiny, red Ford's lights flashed. "Wow! Where did you get the money?" he asked.

"Company car. I've got a new project that requires me to drive all over the city over the next few weeks and they got me a company car. Isn't it incredible? Come on, you can take it for a spin. It is so smooth and peppy," she said happily.

They drove around the city, Billy was impressed with the ride and after parking it, he nodded approvingly, "I like it. I like the color but it might have been nice of you to let me help you pick it out."

Ella nodded, "I thought about that but no time. My first appointment is up in Hudson Bend and I need to leave soon. I am writing a series of articles for the TFIG Gazette profiling the C-Level suits. I'm supposed to paint pretty pictures of them as God-fearing men...and I do mean men. They are all men, all white, all older. Not a diverse group. Anyhow, you know how bad the Walter Preston fuck-up was. Morale is down and Bruce wants me to humanize the board."

Billy laughed, "They could afford to buy their own PR...hell, they could buy most PR firms with the bonuses they got." Then he looked disappointed, "It's Friday night. Netflix night...I guess I'll watch one of my shows," he sighed. "Isn't Hudson Bend like 2 hours away?" he asked.

Ella shook her head, "No more than an hour and a half. Bruce told me to get a room somewhere for the night if I don't feel up to driving back."

Billy frowned, "I hate to think about you falling asleep at the wheel but I hate crawling into bed alone." Then he nodded, "Get the room. We'll do something tomorrow to make up for it. Dinner and maybe go dancing...then I hope to get lucky."

Ella palmed the front of his pants, "Baby, there's no luck involved. I'm a sure thing, you should know that," she grinned.

At 8 sharp, Ella's finger was a quarter inch from the Ring button when the door opened. She was surprised to see Mr. Davis, and not a butler or housekeeper.

"Come in, I'm impressed. Right on time. I value that in a person," the grey-haired man said. He stepped back and swept his right arm toward the living room. "Drink? I know you're working, but a small glass of Cabernet shouldn't hurt." He had a brief description of the girl, but Bruce failed to mention how beautiful she was. He suspected she was of Irish heritage, given her name, but her flaming red hair pretty much confirmed it. She was a slight girl, standing perhaps 5' 2". Couldn't have weighed over 110 with narrow hips and waist, small but perky breasts, and the clearest complexion he'd ever seen. He was reminded of the actress in Switched at Birth...Katie something.

Ella looked around, stifling a whistle. She suspected this would be nice, but it was more than nice. Minimalistic but expensive-looking. She looked at the man and nodded, "A Cab would be nice. This place is beautiful," she said admiringly.

Marvin smiled, "I won't take credit for it. My wife...late wife," he swept his arm 180°. "Did all this. I've not changed a thing." His voice trembled a bit as he said that.

Ella felt suddenly sad for the man. "I am so sorry for your loss. I heard from some of the people you work with that she was a wonderful person."

Marvin had a sorrowful micro-expression cross his face before nodding, "The best. Anyhow, let's get started. I'm sure you do not want to waste time, as you must have a long drive. I live quite a ways out from the city."

Ella sat in the comfortable leather chair Mr. Davis indicated, pulling the hem of her dress down for modesty, and looked around as the CFO poured the wine. She reviewed her pre-approved questions and most seemed stupid after seeing the emotion on the man's face.

"Here, I hope you like it. It was Elizabeth's favorite and, well, I keep it in stock," Marvin said. After she took her glass, he sat across from her. He tried not to look, but the girl's legs were spectacular. He wanted to tell her that he and the other board members would be fine if she wore blue jeans and T-shirts, but on the other hand, she was a vision in her short dress. "So, I know why you're doing this. Walter's a good friend of mine. I should be ashamed to say that...to forgive him, but I always liked the man. OK. I just wanted to say that."

Ella closed her iPad. "Can I ask you about him, off the record, so to speak? I'm not a reporter, so I guess that's a stupid statement."

"Sure. Ask what's on your mind. I assume you know the story, everyone does. Walter was...I guess you could say, a connoisseur of fine women. But as far as I saw, it was always women...middle-aged women. I suspect there's more to the story that came out, but it would be all speculation."

Ella nodded, "You think the girl needed cash and made him an offer he couldn't refuse? I heard she's trying to get scholarship money and...well..."

Marvin nodded, "Who knows? She's not talking and the papers are filled with suppositions, so even if this were somehow totally innocent," he chuckled, "the op-ed pages are filled with comments about how lucritive babysitting has become, anuhow...there's no putting the genie back in the bottle." He looked at his watch. "We should get to it. I assume you have a long drive, but I told Bruce I'm yours for the evening." He glanced at nothing over his shoulder, "I gave my staff the night off so you can ask what you want and I'll be as honest as I can be without anyone overhearing," he smiled.

Ella chuckled, "It's close to an hour and a half to get back home, but there's a Budget Inn not too far from here. Billy insisted on booking a room there when I told him where you lived. This is beautiful out here. On the way, I wondered why anyone would live this far out, but," she looked around, "I think it's worth it." She sat up and leaned forward, "I trust you'll kick me out if I overstay my welcome," she smiled. "I just wanted to know one thing about Mr. Preston. Was he truly planning on breaking up the Group?"

Marvin nodded. That wasn't the question he expected. Most of the questions, if not all, were if Walter fucked around a lot or was this an aberration? Sadly, this was an aberration only in that he got caught. Walter's cock had been in as many vaginas as a gynecologist's speculum. And as many...what do proctologists use? He smiled at the girl. She was smart and not into gossip. This was going to be a good interview.

"Walter had a vision that the core values of the Group were in small capital investments and the previous CEOs had us diversified to the point where we lost focus on what was important to the community. His reputation will never recover but we wanted to see the mom-and-pop stores, the small farmers, the nail salons...you get the idea, thrive. He hates what Amazon has done to the small towns, what Walmart, Home Depot, and other big box stores did to main streets across the country. I supported him. I know that he would have taken us out of being a Fortune 50 company but is that really all that important if we cannot maintain our core values?"

Ella smiled, "Wow. I wish I hadn't said I wouldn't be using that. You are a passionate man, I might ask you again but within the approved list of questions."

'Please don't" Marvin sighed as he took another sip of his wine. He used to dislike Cabernets as he was a fan of Italian wine but he grew to like this. It reminded him of sharing a bottle with his late wife.

"Don't what?" Ella asked. Had she said the wrong thing?

"Don't stay within the approved questions. I'll respectfully decline to answer, but you can ask me anything, and nothing will offend me. If you ask if I wear boxers or briefs...boxers. I like the free feeling. OK?" He smiled.

Ella chuckled and opened her iPad, "OK. I'll check that question off...boxers. Got it." Without thinking, she asked, "Condom or bareback?" Then, realizing how inappropriate that was, she blushed and put down her wine. She started to wave off the question, but Marvin answered.

"Bareback, always bareback. My wife and I hated rubbers. It might extend the act of love-making, but it sure took away from the intimacy. Good question," he said matter-of-factly. "Oh, and we always thought it was a total waste to pull out."

Ella was blushing furiously. She wanted to say something in response to this...Billy always used condoms, not because she wasn't on the pill but because he had trouble lasting more than a couple of minutes otherwise. She tried to get back to a professional line of questions, so she picked up her glass and took a sip. Without realizing it, she emptied the small amount.

Marvin got up and came back with the bottle. He held it out to the girl.

"Please. OK. Thanks for your frankness, I am not sure about the boxers/briefs question, but I know I've heard the condom/bareback question around the office," she smiled, "I'll let my team know."

Marvin laughed, "I'm sorry to embarrass you but I'll be honest. Ask anything you like. Bruce is so damn PC around the office I want to take him out to a strip joint...come to think of it, he'll probably ask the girls if they've found Jesus."

Ella chuckled but she didn't doubt her boss would die before entering such a den of iniquity. She collected herself and proceeded to go through her questions. The man had an incredibly interesting life. He and his wife ascended to the highest points in Africa, South America, Europe, and North America. They planned on scaling all the highest points on the 7 continents but they ran out of time. She couldn't even name them before he told her the names, Kilimanjaro, Aconcagua, Elbris, and Denali. They sailed around the Philippines which was a lot farther than she thought. Then there were myriad other adventures they shared.

"Wow! You did all that and your wife was with you. Crap!" she blurted, "I knew you missed her but I had no idea how much you two shared." She saw the tear on the man's cheek and stood unsteadily. She came over and knelt in front of the older man. "I'm so sorry. I cannot even imagine what you lost when she..." she paused as she tried to find the right words, "...when she lost her battle with cancer." She looked up at him and wanted to wipe the tear off his cheek.

Marvin tried to smile, "I guess I overestimated my powers of self-control. Please don't put this in the article but I sometimes cry myself to sleep," he said softly. Then he sat up. "OK. Let's change the subject. Yes, I enjoyed going down on Elizabeth, and not just because she liked it," he smiled. "Sixth sense, I just knew that would be your next question."

Ella giggled. "Billy tried once but it didn't go well." She saw Marvin looking at her and blushed. "Um, he never did it before and when he got between my legs, he thought it would be funny to exaggerate...um...taking a whiff. He breathed in pubic hair and went into a 10-minute-long coughing fit and, well it never actually happened. So, I guess you can say that's on my bucket list."

Marvin looked shocked, "but other boyfriends..." she shook her head, "that's criminal," he said. "Sit him down and tell him. I assume you do him...wow! We've gotten off track, haven't we," he frowned. He noticed the irony of asking the beautiful girl about oral sex while she was kneeling between his legs. He thought she'd shake her head and stand but instead, she ran her hands up his thighs.

"Have you been with...? You know, since she passed away?" she asked softly.

Marvin shook his head, "Haven't had the opportunity. She was my soulmate and I wasn't sure how to..."

Ella giggled, "You could have hired a babysitter. Mr. Preston's sure seems entrepreneurial."

Marvin chuckled but his eyes were on the girl's hands as they neared his growing bulge. Then he noticed the swells of her breasts as she leaned forward. "So, you take care of your husband but...?"

Then Ella softly responded to what he started to ask, "To answer your question, yes. Yes, I do. And, knowing your follow-up question, I swallow. Just as you think it's a waste to pull out, I think it's rude to pull my mouth off when Billy cums." She undid his belt feeling the hard mass pressing against her wrists. "And, it's even more rude to spit it out when given such a generous gift." She popped the button, unzipped his pants, and pulled them and his boxers down.

Marvin was shocked the girl was doing this but he lifted his ass off the cushion as she pulled, then let her untie his shoes before removing the garments entirely. He plopped his bare butt back onto the leather realizing he'd never been naked with any woman but Elizabeth.

Ella slid her hand up the insides of his thighs, admiring the view. The man might be 3 times her age but he sported impressive equipment. His large ballsack hung down just above the crack of his hairy ass. His cock was fatter than Billy's even soft and the circumcised head was shaped like a spear. As she gently stroked him, he grew longer nad stiffer. Her mouth watered as she gripped the veiny shaft. She groaned deeply as she inhaled his masculine scents. She pressed her face against him inhaling his arousing masculinity.

"You don't...fuck," he sighed as the beautiful redhead sucked a ball into her mouth. "If you're sure..."

Ella licked the other ball and nodded, "Bruce told me. He told me not to leave until we were both satisfied. His exact words were..." She rubbed the leaking precum onto the pulsing shaft, "Don't leave until you're satisfied with the interview. Know the man inside and out. It's important that when you leave you feel him inside you." She got up and pulled her dress over her head. As she unclipped her bra, she looked at the fat cock, "I plan on feeling you inside me, I'm sure that was what he meant, don't you?"

Marvin nodded mutely as the girl's patch of flaming-red pubic hair appeared. He'd never been with a redhead but with an engineering degree, he'd heard and used the term RCH dozens if not hundreds of times. He heard and knew it but had never seen a live patch of RCH. He ran his fingers through the downy-soft hair and sighed, "RCH. No one told me that this is also the softest material in the world."