The Ladyboss

I

The alarm clock activated. 6 A.M. sharp. Cheery melody filled the room while the automation opened the curtains. Slowly, they moved upwards, letting the sunlight in to the large room, with modern design. The large wall consisting of massive glass panels pointed towards the ocean. Endless blue. Direct view to the serenity while surrounded by a dense forest.

Ashlynn bounced up from her bed. With a gentle tap, she turned the noisemaker off. With long struts she walked through the room, taking in the sight from the large windows as she passed them by. She brought her hands up above her head and stretched as she walked. She pressed a button placed on a rim of the glass which made one of the panels move to the side. Before walking out to the balcony right outside, she made a detour to a drawer that was placed against a solid wall on the other side of the room. She pulled out a pink vibrator with a length and girth of a large cock out of it. She ran her tongue across her upper lip.

Ashlynn walked out to the warm summer air. She sat on a wooden chair in the balcony, pulled her grey Calvin Clein panties aside and pressed the vibe against her clit. The moment she turned the vibe on, her body shook. The anticipation had grown unbearable, so just a little touch was able to make her eyes roll. She pulled her matching color and brand bra upwards, letting her large breasts dangle free. Her tits were firm, way firmer than a natural pair could ever be. Once the genetics had dealt her a mere A-cups, she decided to take matters into her own hands. She got DD-cup implants before she even turned 18. The decision also made going to gym easier. Not because of the size, but because she was able to aim for a really low body fat percentage without sacrificing her boobs.

Her firm, toned abs were visible to whoever wanted to see. In the middle of nowhere, it wasn't many. Mainly birds and other forest creatures.

She ran her finger across her breast, gasping as she felt the hard nub.

Masturbation was a ritual to her, like many other things. There were people who lived one day at a time, allowing the life to throw them around and adapting to whatever was thrown in front of them. Ashlynn Erickson was different, however. She followed a pre-made schedule as closely as she could. It was also a borderline requirement because of how busy she was.

Masturbation, like other acts, were written down in her calendar. Every morning, at 6.05 A.M. she would fuck herself until she reached an orgasm, followed by a shower at 6.10 A.M.

This morning was no different. The clock turned 6.08 A.M. when she came, pulsating around the vibrator she had pushed into her wet cunt. A low growl escaped her lips as her body tensed, before letting go, causing her to fall limp on the chair, leaving her to catch her breath.

"Holy shit...", she gasped as the waves still fucked her gently.

At 6.09 A.M., her orgasm subsided, leaving her a full 60 seconds to enjoy the view.

II

"Here you go ma'am, the latest number."

A woman dressed into a collared shirt, short skirt and a suit jacket placed a magazine on the desk. Ashlynn moved her gaze to it lazily after a few second delay.

"Jessamine's shoot still isn't out yet?"

"I'm sorry ma'am... they said her article is going to be in the next month's issue."

Ashlynn giggled. "Article? I don't give a fuck about that. I just want to see what her tits look like after her boobjob."

The brunette secretary smiled with a slight blush on her cheeks. "Then you'll be happy to know that one of your former classmates are in this month's issue."

Ashlynn's eyes grew wide, and she stared at her secretary in awe with her emerald eyes.

"Who?"

"Iris. Nowadays rocking a long, blue hair."

"No way..."

Ashlynn quickly flipped through the pages, eventually finding the aforementioned blue hair.

"What the fuck... from a 4/10 to a solid fucking 11. She's gorgeous!"

"I know. The fake tits help a lot."

"True, she was always a bit skinny."

The secretary waited patiently for a moment, before speaking.

"If you don't need me, ma'am, I will---"

"Wait, about your hours."

"Yes, ma'am?"

"You haven't masturbated that much lately. Even our interns do it more than you. You used to be our top girl."

The secretary scratched her neck nervously. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I've been busy."

"Excuse not approved. Pump up those numbers. You know how it is here. I want all of our women to masturbate as much as they can."

"Yes, ma'am."

"And remember, if you masturbate, put it on the code. I need to know how often you girls do it."

"Yes, ma'am. Absolutely."

The secretary bowed slightly before walking out of the room.

III

Ashlynn blew on her hot coffee. The smoke signaled surefire burn injuries if she would drink it immediately. She barely managed to place the cup on the table when she felt a hand grab her ass.

"Hello there, Miss Erickson, how's it going, babygirl?", a male voice cooed right next to her ear.

Ashlynn quickly turned around and slapped the arm that was reaching for her butt.

"Listen fucker. A mere Manager does not grab my ass, got it? One more grab or 'babygirl' and I will personally fuck you in your face with your laptop."

The young man quickly took a step back and launched his posture downwards for a bow.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am... I thought..."

"You thought what? Just because you made me cum a couple of times in a Christmas Party you can now grope S-tier ass when you feel like it?"

Multiple people around them turned their heads towards the two. Many raised eyebrows could be seen.

"The poor guy. He really thought he could grab her ass."

"What an assclown..."

Ashlynn took a step closer to the man and grabbed his white collared shirt. She pushed him against the wall and brought her lips close to the man's ear. To people watching them, her lips were hidden behind her long red locks of hair.

"I have a public image to keep up, dear. A Manager doesn't grab a Partner, got it? Not publicly...", she whispered.

"Y-Yes, ma'am..."

Ashlynn gently blew on the man's ear. "I did not forget. It was a good fuck. You did well, boy. I'll pay you back one day, as long as you don't get yourself fired."

Ashlynn took a few steps back and released the man. "Now, get the fuck out of here", she said in a loud voice, announcing that the confrontation was over.

IV

"What do you mean you're not coming? If this is your idea of a joke, it's a fucking terrible one."

"Yes, Mister Andrews, I know you are the client, but if you want to work with us, you actually need to be present."

"Your son? What the fuck do you mean? Your son will attend in your behalf? I don't want to deal with a 20-year-old snot nose who haven't even seen a cunt in his life that wasn't on his computer screen."

"P-Pull out the deal...? M-Mister Andrews... S-Sir, please wait a moment. I think we can find a solution for this."

"Yes, sir. Your son will attend. It is fine. I'll let everyone know that Blake will attend on your behalf."

"Of course, sir. I apologize... I will treat your son with respect... Yes... I'm deeply sorry..."

"Yes, have a nice day, sir."

Ashlynn placed her phone on her desk with a trembling hand. Just an inch before she let go of it, she lifted it back up and threw it against a mirror, breaking both the phone and the mirror.

"Fucking cunt-ass motherfucker!!"

Her secretary snapped out of her thoughts. Her posture became straight as an arrow, but she didn't dare to speak.

"His son? His fucking son? Has that geezer lost his mind?! This deal is about billions and that motherfucker sends his son whose balls have barely dropped!! Fucking shit! FUCK!"

Ashlynn threw every item she could get her hands on all over the room. Folders slammed against the walls, dropping even more stuff from the bookshelves. To cap it off, she let out an unhinged scream that made the windows in the room fear for their lives.

"P-Problems with Mister Andrews, ma'am...?", the secretary managed to blurt, her face immediately showing her regret.

"GET OUT!!", Ashlynn screamed loud enough that anyone could hear the damage it did to her throat.

"Yes, ma'am", she secretary said and shot out of the room fast enough that she almost dashed through the glass door.

V

"So, Blake Andrews, was it?"

"Yes, Ashlynn."

Ashlynn felt a vein almost pop in her forehead in an instant. The respect she had earned with her illustrious career was taking a massive hit by a 20-year-old pretty boy who casually addressed her by her first name in their first ever conversation.

"Ashlynn, huh? So, we are at a first name basis all of a sudden?", Ashlynn blurted, already fighting against her promise to threat the Andrews family heir with respect. She cracked a smile that was so forced that every muscle in her face tightened.

"I think you've dealt with my father long enough for that."

"Yes but...", Ashlynn started before stopping herself. "Anyways, Mr. Andrews---"

"Call me Blake."

Ashlynn paused for a moment to swallow up the curse words that tried to climb out of her mouth. "Anyways, Blake, we have a deal to negotiate. Are you familiar with the terms?"

"Yes, and I don't like them."

"P-Pardon??!" Ashlynn's self-control failed her entirely and she blurted out her surprise in a loud voice, in her natural British accent she usually tried to keep hidden. "B-Blake, this has been planned for months..."

"Yeah, but we can change it, right? Just slight adjustments."

Ashlynn had turned white. Her patience was hanging on a thread, but after a deep breath, she managed to keep the conversation on track. "Slight adjustments. As in?"

"All of it."

Ashlynn only managed to open her mouth and let out a confused gasp.

"See, Ashlynn, I'm not my dad. My dad had his way of doing things, I have mine. I'm the future, he's the past. And now that I'm slowly taking over the company, we're starting to do things my way."

Cold beads of sweat started to run down Ashlynn's brow as she ran through the scenarios in her mind. She was in a rare position. She had always been known as the dominant side in all the negotiations, but now she was facing a man of who she couldn't take read on, who happened to have a lot of power over the situation. For a woman who had achieved everything while being only 34 years-old, this was something completely new.

"First of all, the evaluation is off."

"What the fuck do you mean it's off? It's based on pure facts!"

Blake's mouth curled into a wide smirk. "Dad always said you were rather direct with your words. I almost thought he was lying."

Rare blush hit Ashlynn's cheeks. She clicked her tongue in annoyance.

"But we need to redo that. Also, we need to lower the number of shares we are selling. No way I'm giving majority ownership to them."

"Y-You are fucking insane. Not only you want to increase the price, but lower the percentages?"

"Yes."

"You do understand, that only reason they are even agreeing to this, is to get majority ownership?"

Blake suddenly laughed. "Isn't persuading clients your forte? The CEO is the hot Asian chick... you know what to do."

"Listen, boy, just me going down on her isn't going to make them change their minds."

"You'll do what it takes, right? If eating pussy won't get the job done, you'll figure out a way."

"Blake, listen..."

Blake got up from his chair and buttoned his jacket. "Let me know when they agree", he said and after flashing a smile, walked out of the room.

Ashlynn stared at his back as long as she could.

"Y-You absolute wanker...", she gasped, with nothing left of her fake American accent.