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This is the ninth chapter of a story that has grown well beyond its intended length and subject matter. I am no longer writing it - it is writing itself. My fingers are slaves to my imagination.
Harvey and his daughter Annie joined Harry Cocksworth and his twin daughters at an overnight private party. Arcuda Zenellis, chairman of an international conglomerate, is celebrating his company's new invention, an adhesive named FasTack, and his daughter Saroya's 22nd birthday. Zenellis has offered $50,000 to each father who suggests a use for FasTack, plus an additional $50,000 if the father fucks someone else's daughter, under the guise of "mentoring."
Mr. Marcus walked away from Zenellis's ideation/sex camp with $100,000 plus five percent of profits from the use of FasTack in medical applications. Except for royalty checks, he didn't expect to hear from Zenellis again. So much for expectations.
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Two months after the sex seminar outing with Annie and the Cocksworth clan minus the missus, the phone rang in my office. Caller Id said Zenellis Enterprises. My first royalty check is ready, and they want my Social Security number? Nah, too soon. Product development takes time, and then there's testing and -. The phone hadn't stopped.
"This is the Office of the Chairman calling." The female operator had a nice voice. I tried to picture the body that went with it, but without clues my imagination couldn't focus. "The Chairman would like to meet with you, at your earliest convenience. Is one o'clock acceptable?"
Hell, it was eleven and I was planning a nice lunch. Maybe Zenellis would buy? Nah, not his style. "I'll grab an early lunch and come over."
Three crises delayed my departure, leaving me no choice but the food court on the main floor. The fast food didn't agree with me. My stomach rumbled all over to Zenellis's building and up the elevator to the penthouse. Even if the conversation is boring, the view should be spectacular.
The receptionist outside a row of mahogany doors greeted me with the same voice I heard on the phone. "How can I help you?" I never would have guessed she was diminutive - never call a woman short - with a button nose. She might be able to pass for a midget, but everything below her oversized breasts was hidden behind the desk so I couldn't confirm that hypothesis. "I'm Harvey Marcus, here to see the Chairman."
"Go right in. She's expecting you."
She? I opened the door. At the far end of a long room sat Saroya at an oversized desk. Since when did she become Chairman? Where was her old man? Retired? Nah, too young.
"I'm so glad you are here." She stood, and walked around the desk to make the greeting more personal.
Like I had a choice. "Nice to see you, too." I wasn't lying. A black bra showed through Saroya's thin white blouse, and her skirt showed almost all of her legs, stopping strategically at mid thigh. Memories of rubbing my hands all over her body, and her touching and sucking my dick and sprang up. So did my penis. I hoped she wouldn't notice. On second thought, why not? She'd taken at least some of the initiative.
She pointed to a chair directly in front of the desk. I sat, as she wiggled back, leaning against the edge of the desk. She slid one leg over the other, her skirt riding up even further. Saroya had the best legs, sculpted but not overly muscular. She could probably break one of my ribs if I found myself with her legs wrapped around -
"I called you here for two things," she said.
I didn't expect that one of them was fucking my brains out, but a guy can wish. "Yes?"
"I'm offering you a position with my company," she said.
Horizontal with her on top? God, I didn't think her teasing in the hotel room had gotten to me, but obviously it had. Always a good practice to listen. "Go on."
"I will more than match your current salary. I reviewed your product suggestion, and the terms of your agreement. You could have a bright future at Zenellis."
I didn't expect this at all. For one of the few times in my life, I was speechless.
Saroya continued, "Of course, employees surrender rights to their ideas to the company. Standard industry practice."
"Of course." That's why the job offer - to break my agreement for residuals for QuickSuture, or whatever they'd call it, my idea to use FasTack in medical applications. "Sorry, but no thanks," I replied. I could see there'd be some benefits - God, those legs! And I'd seen her practically naked. Not only seen, but touched. Damn, all I'd need is a sign she was interested and I'd have her on her sprawled on her back on that desk of hers -
She uncrossed her legs, pulled down her skirt, a futile gesture, and folded her arms across her chest. "In that case, I want to speak with you about the terms and conditions you negotiated with Father."
"Where is the old man, anyway?" I expected I'd be seeing him, although my dread had turned to delight.
Saroya leaned over to grab a manila folder.
I dropped my head just a bit, to perchance to get a glimpse up her skirt.
"Several fathers didn't take necessary precautions at our outing and their partners became pregnant." Saroya flipped the folder open. Pictures slid out, cluttering her empty desk. I stood to examine the photos. The cheerleader who'd leaped from her chair and whose breasts bounced under her shirt. Her face was sad in the photo, as if she'd just lost a dear pet. The second was a girl I hadn't seen at the outing. The third was very familiar. Carol, the skinny one with the eyes! Shit! Had I gotten her pregnant? Zenellis or any of the others would have had an easy time with her after she and I had fucked. No way was I going to volunteer any more information. "That's terrible."
"Our recordings of the tutoring sessions were stolen, so all we have are the planned match-ups," said Saroya. "Interviews with participants disclosed that many of the intended matches of fathers to others' daughters did not take place. And, some fathers and daughters might have come together on their own. Without the recordings, we have no substantiating evidence."
Damn right! Those disk drives were safely stored in my crawlspace, in sealed plastic and industrial cardboard cartons. "Seems like your dad's outing got way out of control. A little like you did, hmm?" No harm in reminding her of our brief encounter, sans clothes.
Her face reddened but she continued, "They're all getting abortions, as best we can determine. Although we were able to keep it from the public, there was private outrage from our Board and major stockholders. Fathers who used protection wondered why other guests didn't. They assumed such precautions were mandated. In the end, both groups demanded satisfaction. Father stepped down and turned the company over to me, about three years earlier than scheduled."
I sat back down. Now it was my turn to fold my arms. "My deal was with the company, not your dad. You're not going to renegotiate the deal I have! No way!"
"Let's set that issue aside for the moment. The other thing I wanted to see you about is product testing." Saroya fondled the buttons on her blouse with one hand, and extended the other. I stood. "Let's get comfortable on the couch." The sofa was at the far end of her office, near the door.
So was this the second item on Saroya's list, or the third? Gawking at her body, I'd lost track. We walked the length of her office past a series of built-in bookcases until the last section, which housed a floor to ceiling mirror instead. Getting comfortable on a couch with a desirable young woman was something I had experience with. Frequently. We sat on opposite sides. Behind Saroya, the large mirror played back my reflection.
"Father told me of an embarrassing incident at the outing," she said.
