Pt. 50 - I'm Living the Dream!

This is part 50 of my continuing story.

Please read Part 49 so you will know the background of this story.

All my characters are well over the age of consent.

This is a work of fiction. Fiction means made up.

Any typos are mine as I create and edit my own work.

Enjoy!

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Tuesday evening before Thanksgiving, Scottsdale

This was a "big deal" dinner, hosted by my boss, Jack Colton, Board Chair and CEO of The Corporation. All dressed up.

We had an excellent meal, terrific beverages, wonderful service, great conversation, lots of stories and laughs.

Jack had everyone sitting, boy-girl, and I had Ali on my right and Ann (my former squeeze who you can read about in

Pt. 12 - My Maid: Lover and Muse

) on my left.

Ann looked great and was interested in all that I had going on. She was impressed with Ali and told me so. She teased me, whispering in my ear, "Is she the one?" and I swear I blushed.

Sitting next to Ali on her right was Jack, I noticed that he was asking her a lot of questions about her interior design skill set. Semi-grilling her. She was a big girl and answered every query with a solid reply.

I got caught up with Ann; of course, her husband wanted me to educate him on the Aerospace Opportunity Conference. Which I did, just hitting the highlights. He asked if I could meet him in the morning for a further discussion, and I agreed.

I had my right hand on Ali's left thigh, and she discretely moved her dress up her thighs to provide me access to her trimmed pussy. I couldn't do what she wanted, the setting didn't allow for any public fooling around, but my pinky made it into her pubes, and I was able to tease her fur a bit. Ali kept spreading her legs, clearly demonstrating her want for some fun.

Across the table from me was Jenna, short for Jennifer, the regional executive of The Corporation's car dealerships. She was an attractive lady, well dressed; actually, dressed to kill, wearing a sexy little black dress with the tops of her tempting breasts visible. She had shoulder length dark red hair and green eyes. Her lips looked soft, kissable, and she had a pretty smile.

Her thin eyebrows matched her hair, and it got me wondering if the carpet matched the drapes. Of course, I wasn't thinking about having sex with her, but you know me.

For some reason Jenna had her eyes, and ears, on me the entire night. While she was pleasant, and engaging, I sensed she had an edge to her. I heard it in her voice. Or maybe I was just imagining things.

The highlight of the evening came from the senior Senator from Arizona, who thanked everyone for their support through the years. He announced that he was retiring from politics when his current term ended and had invited the Phoenix area Congressman (and his wife) to voice his support and endorsement, and he asked us to help this younger man to get elected to the upper chamber.

Ali and I enjoyed token bites of dessert. When we left, I told the Senator and the Congressman that I would raise money for his campaign. And make donations of my own.

On the way out of the restaurant, Ali stepped into the ladies room, but the little black silk panties stayed in her purse. She'd been without panties all night. She handed them to me, saying, "You deserve them, lover."

We walked back to the hotel, and in the privacy of our suite, behind closed doors, Ali asked me point-blank about my relationship with Ann.

Ali thought I had been a bit cozy with Ann at the dinner. I had.

I told Ali the entire story of my relationship with Ann and ended it by saying, "Ann taught me how to make love to a woman. Until I met her, all I knew was how to fuck."

Ali smiled at this news and kissed me softly on the lips, sharing, "I need to thank her for being such a great teacher. Now it's time for you to make love to me."

With that, she undressed me, kissing me after each piece of cloth hit the carpet, and we climbed into bed together, exploring each other's bodies, falling asleep after sipping more champagne. But not before I ate dessert.

Which Ali loved.

I had seconds.

*******

Wednesday morning, Scottsdale

I hit the gym for 30 minutes starting at 5am, leaving Ali sleeping with some of me dripping out of her.

Post workout, I took Ali some coffee and got her going. I was showered, shaved and dressed in a suit and tie for a 6am breakfast meeting downstairs with my boss, Jack Colton. He was heading out to get in eighteen holes before we flew back to Reno.

It was his meeting and his agenda and the first thing he wanted to speak to me about was the auto dealership business. He wanted me to get involved, see what needed to change, and then after securing his approval, implement. He already knew that the org chart had to change, and he was going to eliminate a layer of executive management to start. That meant that the regional leadership level would be terminated. That included Jenna, who had attended the dinner the night before.

Jack told me that when he bought each dealership, he basically let things stand and made no significant changes. Unfortunately, his benign neglect had morphed into volume and revenue drops, a host of human resource issues and deteriorating physical assets, meaning, the dealerships were getting long in the tooth, facility wise. One thing he regretted was having so many direct reports, he simply could not keep up with his people, leaving them frustrated when he did not get back to people, did not make decisions, or didn't spend time with them, helping them.

He specifically told me that I had to let Jenna go. Today.

"She's a tough one, Rick, but I know you will handle this situation professionally. Jenna is toxic and is the leading cause of employee disengagement in her region. Her people live in fear of her, and all the key financial and operational indicators are flashing red. The sirens are screaming non-stop for change. You're meeting with her this morning to discuss her situation."

I responded with, "Got it. You want me to let Jenna go. You also said that you wanted to meet with Ali?" to which he replied, "I'd like to see what thoughts she has on redoing the lobbies of our hotels. Oh, and running parallel to the changes in the dealerships I need for you to get into the hotel revenue shortfall issues too. We can talk more about this after New Years."

Next, over coffee, I met with the big wig with the Commerce Department, and I answered all his questions. He was a nice man, very engaging and I could have talked to him all day. But I had other business to attend to and he asked me to please visit him in DC because he wanted to have me meet with all the department heads and of course, the Secretary of Commerce. I agreed, though I told him I wasn't sure when I could make it.

*******

On the ride to the dealership, I thought about Jenna. I know that I have said this before: guys look at a woman and ask themselves, "Would I fuck her, or not?"

As for Jenna, I would. I knew she was smart, articulate and attractive. I am sure she had a nice body too, as she was showing off her chest at dinner.

As we enjoyed our meal the previous night, I observed her and noticed that she was very good at engaging the two men on either side of her at the table. She wasn't the center of attention (the Senator was) but she was a close second. So, she had a knack for winning others over (Woo).

I wondered how she'd do as a guest at a Nude Dinner. I decided I wanted to find out. I wasn't sure when, but it got my mind going. Maybe I could use that event to get her into bed.

Behind the closed door of her office, my meeting with Jenna did not start well. She suspected what our meeting was all about and hit me with both barrels within seconds of me sitting down.

There was no preamble, no, "Did you enjoy the dinner last night?" talk.

She started by saying, "So was that my last supper?"

I took her in. She stood five nine, and had the look and build of a female tennis player or golf pro. She had her "let's get down to business" attire on. Her opening salvo announced, "I'm ready to rumble!"

Jenna wasn't getting any younger, and according to what Jack told me, she had been married and divorced three times, and she was slowly losing her looks, but she still had a certain cache about her. I was certain she had been a head turner in her youth, and she still looked pretty good, but standing next to a twenty-five-year-old, her age was apparent. She was forty-five.

Jenna was beyond sarcastic, calling me "boy wonder" and openly hinted about my various affairs (her term, not mine) with some of her female colleagues in The Corporation. She talked about "unprofessional behavior" and the possibilities of sexual harassment lawsuits as well as creating and sustaining a hostile work environment.

I knew that she felt threatened. Scared. Her entire adult life had been in the dealership business, and she knew nothing else.

And she was jealous. I was fucking some of her colleagues, but I wasn't fucking her. (Okay, maybe that was just my wishful thinking. Given her looks, I wouldn't mind a romp in the sheets with her. Her being angry just added to the allure; angry sex is great sex!). Those colleagues of hers had turned things around in the divisions they ran, and I left them alone to do what they were getting paid to do: make money.

My direct reports had prospered. I created strategies which they executed, and the results were profits, raises and bonuses. Jenna, despite her bravado, was really in need of some help. But she was too proud to ask for it.

I told her that all the regional dealership executive leadership positions were being eliminated. That it was going to be a winddown situation, and that due to her tenure, and loyalty, her job would be the last eliminated. I estimated and told her she would have some time left on the payroll. Maybe through the holidays. And she would get a nice severance, details would be forthcoming. I left things vague. Mainly because I didn't have any idea what my boss was thinking.

As you can imagine, she threatened an age discrimination lawsuit and all that. Her shared verbal thoughts were to take the business down in flames.

I let all that go. I took nothing personally. I also knew she was bluffing. The results in her area sucked, had sucked and were going to continue to suck.

When she finished her rant, she stopped talking and I could see that her eyes were tearing up. I got a bottle of water from her office refrigerator and brought it to her.

She took a couple of sips, then a few deep breaths, regaining her composure.

Jenna looked at me and said, "I knew it was coming. I should have moved on when the slide started but I thought I had the tools to turn things around. The worse the numbers, the angrier and more pissed off I became. I took it out on my staff. And they took it out on the customers."

She took a gulp of water and then said, "I have no idea what I am going to do after I leave here. This has been my life since I graduated from college."

I asked her what her out of work hobbies were and she replied, golf, tennis and travel. She was somewhat suspicious of my asking. As in WTF?

I continued by asking her (even though I knew the answer already) how much money she made. Jenna replied, "I gross $500,000 a year and can earn a $100,000 a year bonus, but I haven't gotten that in more than a few years. Plus, a new car every January."

I told her that I would keep this information in confidence and that if she were open to it, I would soon have an opportunity outside of the car sales and service business that I would like to propose to her. One that I think she would like.

Now that I had someone in mind, I realized that I'd have to set up a new corporation. I didn't want Global Fertility Partners name of logo marketed; it would raise too many questions. This new company was really all about recruiting.

The old Jenna was back in a flash! She didn't miss a beat.

She replied, with a smirk and a good dose of arrogance, "You can't afford me." Her armor was back up.

I smiled, opened my padfolio, then I wrote on a blank piece of paper:

Salary, $80,000 a month

Travel and entertainment budget: $40,000 a month

Bonus potential: up to a full year's salary, minimum of $80,000 paid each December, no earnouts, lump sum, based on performance

Ten-year contract, fully guaranteed with an insurance policy

Live wherever you want but must be available to travel globally

I signed and dated it stood up, asked her to consider this offer, in confidence, please, and handed her the paper.

She read the document and her chin almost hit her desk. I just knew she was going to ask about the car lease, and she did. That was just who she was.

I replied, "I think you can afford to pay your own car lease with this kind of compensation."

She laughed.

Jenna asked me if this kind of work was legal. I assured her it was legal. And would fully engage her passions of golf, tennis and travel.

Then I smiled and said, "I'll be back with the details in a few weeks. You need to speak to a tax attorney about how to keep your tax liabilities down. If you need an introduction to a tax or wealth management professional, let me know. Between now and then, start working on a transition plan for the dealerships in your span of control, please."

Now I saw a new Jenna, one who smiled, laughed and had a sense of humor, even though she'd just been fired.

"Last night was a dress rehearsal for what I have in mind for you in your new position."

"How did I do, boss?" she laughed.

"You passed with the highest possible marks. I'm glad you're going to be on the team."

Jenna was going to travel the world, with a goal to meet as many young professional male golfers and tennis players as possible. I didn't care which golf or tennis tournaments she attended. She could host hospitality suites or even be a sponsor. Host dinners and cocktails. Whatever.

My observational research found that the young males playing these two sports were smart, handsome and could use money too. Most were college graduates. They were babe magnets.

Going after married men was off the table, but the single ones were what I had in mind for Jenna to target. While there were groupies around, those girls didn't have the money that Jenna was going to have to impress the target audience.

The groupies just wanted attention. Jenna was dispensing money.

If she did well at the first couple of tournaments, the rest was going to be easy and fun. I'd be there to guide her.

She was going to ingrain herself in those two sports and find Global Fertility Partners more young and virile men to impregnant the worldwide female clients looking to mate with tall, good looking, athletic, smart and educated men.

If she wanted to sample the goods and get the lay of the land, so to speak, I was fine with that. I was going to scale GFP no matter what it took. Although I did not want her banging a different guy at every tournament and getting a reputation as a slut and groupie.

Getting female clients was not an issue. Dr. Tina had them lined up. I was going to expand her limited reach and set up a worldwide network of reproductive doctors to refer their female patients to GFP. The doctors would get a referral bonus, and we'd pay each male donor for each deposit made as well.

But more importantly, I wanted the female clients to have access to health data about the men they were considering as being the father of their child. You know, DNA info. Complete background checks. I also wanted them to have options, gentlemen, to choose from.

This additional infrastructure was going to cost me, but I had the option of raising rates or even offer a sliding scale based on the number of choices, or gentlemen, a woman wanted to consider as the father of their child.

I knew that getting men to take my place was going to be the key to success and profits. Jenna would be perfect in procurement. I had someone in mind to work with her; I wanted the buddy system in place.

I'd be back to visit her to lay it all out for her. We'd use the calendar to map out the golf and tennis tournaments. I'd make sure that we had adjoining suites, making a sexual connection that much easier on those first two or three tournaments.

I'd make the pitch to Jenna to have a photo shoot of her in our CYN suits, and if she were open to it, maybe we'd create her own suit. That might help her efforts to recruit the men we wanted. I'd let Jenna decide.

As we parted and Jenna asked, "Is this too good to be true?"

I smiled and said, "No, it's all real and when you're on the 18

th

green at Pebble Beach standing next to Jim Nance, remember to thank me!"

*******

Black Friday, Reno

The rest of the short visit to Scottsdale went fine as did Thanksgiving with my parents.

My parents loved Ali, and they had so much fun with her dog they started talking about getting one of their own. Ali and I stayed at the hotel and had a great time together. I was really getting to like her.

I've never been one of those folks who stands in line all night to get a retail deal the day after Thanksgiving. I'm not a snob, I get that people want to save money, and buy cool things, who doesn't. But those early bird shopping visits were just not in my DNA. But my mom, and Ali, wanted to go out and get into the holiday spirit. But only after breakfast.

So, piling into my truck, we headed to The Summit, a nice upscale shopping center in Reno. The ladies took off to spend money and my dad and I just started walking, pretty much in the opposite direction, to see what the place was like.

He quickly decided to head to Starbucks for another coffee and I found myself at the entrance to what was once a large brand name retailer, now hosting a pop-up trade show of all sorts of folks selling their hand made holiday merchandise.

There were candles, wreaths, gloves, boots, you name it. Two of the booths caught my eye. The first was some serious quality handmade wooden Christmas decorations, elves and Santa's and the like. As this was my first Christmas in my new home, and I just felt the need to have decorations inside the house. I made a mental note to find someone who could put outdoor Christmas lights up and that maybe Ali and I could pick up a tree on our drive back to Sacramento.

There was another booth that was out of season, and it was manned by an attractive lady, well dressed and looking like she didn't fit in with either the crowd selling or the crowd buying.

I could see, and I immediately picked up, that she was polished, upscale.

The rest of the vendors were nice people, friendly, but dressed in plaid, blue jeans and boots. She was dressed like she should be selling cosmetics at Neiman's. Or maybe buying them.

I watched her, discreetly, for a couple of minutes (no, I was not stalking her) and then I decided to make my approach. My intention was not to pick her up, but to get the story on her goods. (Not her body, on her merchandise!).

From the way she carried herself, and how she looked, she must have been a model at some point. Middle Eastern heritage, maybe Egyptian.

She stood five foot ten, weighed around 135 pounds, had shoulder length dirty blonde hair, nicely done, and was over dressed, meaning she had on a very nice business outfit, including high heels. Not exactly how her neighbors were dressed, but there had to be a story behind it.

She had big brown eyes, wasn't wearing a wedding ring and had a gorgeous smile. Her earrings matched everything else she had on. She was slender, great legs, her ass was nice, tight, and she did a good job of hiding what I thought was a sizable chest.