This opens the Monday following the twins weekend together. A new ally is found and Lee works on his reputation as a bastard, extorting sex from the women at the office. Pete and Rosa have a fight and make-up. The twins get some surprising info about Don's connections. Enjoy. Votes and comments welcome. Jb7
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Lee was at the office by eight o'clock Monday morning. When Ashley walked into the executive area at five after, he was sitting at her desk, watching her traverse the open area. Her steps faltered when she realized he was watching her. When she was within a step or two of him, he stood up, smiling. "Get yourself some coffee, Ashley, and come in. I need to talk to you," he said to her.
"Okay. Do you need some coffee, too?" she asked, nervously
"No, thank you. I have some inside."
A few minutes later, he gestured for her to sit at one end of the love seat, while he took the other. "I want to talk to you about Friday..."
"I...I'm sorry if I was too..."
"No, you were absolutely perfect. I have to ask you to never speak of Rosa's visit, to anyone; not to me, or her, or your most trusted friend, ever. Do you understand? I can't force you to make that promise, but I am asking you to."
"Asking, not telling? How come?" she asked, looking at him over the rim of her cup as she took a sip of coffee, still nervous, now confused.
"I'm an engineer, not a psychologist, but I think I have a pretty good ability to read people and understand their motivations. Still, I can't begin to imagine what happened to you that made it so the only way you can enjoy sex is to be humiliated first. But Friday, you took the first steps away from that need, away from needing to feel that you are less than your partner; as you said, you are more than a vagina.
"You are really a fairly attractive woman. With some advice about make-up, a different hair style, and more stylish clothes, you'd put most of the women here to shame."
"Don't," she started to sob. "Please don't try to compliment me, or say nice things about me. If you want me to leave, if you're going to fire me, just do it, please."
"What on earth would give you the idea I'm going to fire you?" he asked, moving down the couch to hold her.
"Because that's what they always did, tell me what a good girl I was, how smart and strong, then they'd take away something I wanted or expected. Always, right up until I moved out."
"Who..."
"Everyone, my parents, the Sisters at school, even here, I was hired as a secretary, and I...I tried to do a good job, t...tried to anticipate what my s...supervisors needed; that's why I started to listen. Everybody said I was doing a good job, but they t...took it away from me... and made me a floater. Oh they tried to make it...s...sound like I was the only one who c...could do it because I was so versatile, but I knew..."
She got up and got a tissue to blow her nose. "Is that all? I'll pack up my stuff and leave."
"You can't do that. Well, you can, but I wish you wouldn't. I need your help. Actually, Rosa and I need your help, on a couple of projects. One is important to her, and to me; the other is important to the company. In some ways, the last three months have been a training period for you to take on both. Whenever, where ever, whoever; remember that?"
She turned around, fighting tears of relief. "Just what do you mean by that, Lee Carruthers?" she asked, smiling, with tears still in her eyes.
Lee blinked rapidly. "Wha...Who... Who did you call me?"
"Don't try to deny it. I recognized you the day you came in with your father, before your sister married Donald Doofus.
"Why in hell did she do that? She could have any man in town, although I will admit, that isn't the best she could do." She looked at him and laughed, a little anxiously. "You don't remember me, do you?" Her smile warmed as she recounted the incident.
"I guess you were a junior in high school. My mom was subbing for your Dad's secretary while she was on vacation. There was an important contract or something that had to go out and she had to work late.
"I was only eleven or twelve, just starting junior high school. Your Dad sent you over to babysit me until Mom got home. You fixed us dinner and helped me with my homework. I forget what the math was, but you explained it so it made sense for the first time. I had a crush on you for years after that." She sniffed and wiped her nose.
"Are you really putting the horns to Doofus, doing your sister? Is that why you're not using your real name? Are you trying to find out how he got control of all that stock? Do you know about the accounts he thinks are his secret?"
"Holy shit! Is there anything that goes on here you don't know?" Lee sputtered.
She giggled. "Not much, I think. Just a minute." She left the office, and was back in less than five minutes. She handed Lee a sheet of paper. It was a proxy assignment, filled out giving the family the right to vote her stock in the company.
He looked at the number of shares she owned and whistled. "You really own all this stock. Other than the family members and Don, that makes you the single largest stockholder."
"Well, it's been cheap lately, and I didn't think you were going to let it go completely to hell, so I bought up that I could afford. A few months back, I got a letter from Doofus on company letterhead, asking for my proxy, saying there was some problem with SEC. I guess he didn't recognize my name.
"You said you needed my help. What can I do?"
They talked for over an hour. When they were both sure she understood what he was asking, she asked, "Friday, you said we'd talk about my old boss coming back?"
"Do you want him back?" Lee cocked his head, smiling.
"Sometime," she said shyly. Her face brightened. "Maybe on the days you have me work for you, on those days, after hours, he could be back, or if you should stop by Doofus's office, you could give me a grope on the way out, or..."
Lee laughed. "You're shameless, aren't you?"
Her eyes went wide open, giving her a totally innocent look. "Nooo! That's why it's so, sooo mmm," she said, breaking into a smile. She got up and walked to the door, her hips swaying gently under the fitted skirt. "So, I get to do Pete and you, and Rosa tonight. It's going to be a long day. If you get a chance to tell her, I don't know what you were talking about, about last Friday. Nothing happened I was aware of." She smiled and left the room, leaving the door open.
The dull, leaden sky muted the fall colors rampant on the hillsides. In the absence of any sunlight, even the slight breeze seemed to chill Rosa to the bone as she walked into the empty offices of Carruther's Machine Tools. Lee's office door was open again.
She stood in the doorway, not sure how she felt. Pete was on the floor, on his back, Ashley was riding his cock while she used her mouth on Lee, who was standing, straddling Pete's head. She felt envy, wanting to be in Ashley's position; anticipation, looking forward to fucking Lee again; horny, aroused by the sight before her. What she didn't feel, which she thought she should, was jealousy.
Less than forty-eight hours ago, with her legs wrapped around the slight blonde haired man on the floor, she had accepted his proposal.
For the past three months, at her suggestion, to save their small, young company some money, the two of them had shared a two bedroom apartment. She had been clear, and firm, they were only roommates. Initially, there had been some awkward moments getting used to each other's habits and routines. It was clear from the start that Pete had been attracted to her, and he was cute, she thought, but not the macho Latino she was usually attracted to.
Over the course of the three months, his gentleness and thoughtfulness had made their impression on her. Two weeks ago, he had asked her to go out to dinner. The restaurant had had a small band which played a variety of songs, most of them dance-able. Consequently, they had spent much of the evening in each other's arms.
When they got home, standing in the living room, between the doors to their respective bedrooms, she had let him kiss her, her first kiss since she had been double-teamed by her neighbor and his mentally challenged brother. When Pete's hand started to move to her breast, she pulled away, saying, "I...I can't...I'm sorry," and ran into her bedroom, where she had spent the next hour trying to suppress her moans as she pleasured herself.
The next morning they had met, as usual, in the kitchen. Pete, fully dressed, still looked like he hadn't slept at all. When he saw her, he blushed, and started to stammer an apology. She put her fingers over his mouth, and when he was quiet, leaned in to give him a soft kiss.
"It wasn't anything you did. It's me. When I was 13, just beginning to develop, a neighbor boy and his retarded brother coaxed me into their basement. They both...when they were done, they threatened to hurt my brothers if I told. They were so big, I believed them.
"Jimmy, the 'special' one, tried to force me again a few weeks later, except his mom was home. She came down to the basement to see why I was screaming. He had me tied up and was taking off my panties when she came down. When she asked him what he thought he was doing, he told her what his brother Roger had done to me.
"When he got home that afternoon, she beat Roger with a broom stick until it broke. He was eighteen, so she kicked him out of the house.
"That was the last time, until last night, I've let anyone get close to me. It scared me, it felt so good, but it also brought up feelings I thought I was over. I wanted to, want to, but don't know if..."
