Authors note: Before you begin I would like you to be aware of what it is you have found here. This story is long, and gains momentum at its own pace. It was written contiguously therefore each chapter should ideally be read in order to maintain continuity. They simply were not written to stand-alone. If you're seeking a fast-paced bawdy read, I'm afraid I'll just have to disappoint you. Many of the chapters contain highly erotic scenes of adults having intimate sexual relations. If you are somehow offended by this or are under 18, please stop reading here.
If on the other hand, this is something that is as fascinating to you as it is to me. Then I hope to provide you with an entertaining tale. All of its characters situations and settings are a product of pure fiction embellished by my imagination. Any errors you may find are all mine too.
I wish you the best of luck and Thank you for reading.
J-stroke
Prologue
(Small office, Big Frustrations)
"Oh God Damn it!" I roared slamming my fist down on the stack of computer printouts, I was reviewing for the umpteenth time. Before the echo of my little outburst died away, my head whipped up in embarrassment to check my door only to find it tightly closed. A relieved sigh slipped past my lips as I glanced around my sparse little office aimlessly as if I might find an answer to my problem hanging somewhere on its unadorned walls. My eyes cast about numbly across the disaster my desk had become over the past few days. The only thing not out of place was my calendar, which happened to be displaying the wrong date. I reached out and roughly slapped the page over to the current day even though it was already well past noon.
I shoved it back toward the corner where it resided and said "There damn it," venting a little more of my anger, "Now I can at least say I got something done today."
I started rubbing at my aching temples staring at the date, August 29th. I chuckled as my tired brain returned to that day some seven years ago when I completed the mind-numbing, fourteen hours of tests to pass my state boards. It earned me the heady title of Certified Public Accountant, but my head felt very much the same at the end of that day as it did right now. I never really expected that I would go out and "make the world a better place" through accurate accounting. However, remaining trapped in a perpetual financial limbo was something I never considered a remote possibility either.
While reviewing my options a few months ago I decided it was time that I started looking for greener pastures, and the sooner the better. My decision to move on was in large part due to a salary that had only increased a paltry 24% from what I was making as a new office assistant fresh out of college. In comparison to some of the positions I'd been looking into recently, the benefits at Continental Casualty and Insurance were pretty much crap as well. Adding a bit of insult to injury, was the fact that in my current position as the "Lead auditor" supervising nine other people still didn't even qualify me for the mid-executive benefits package. (Is it just me or does this place seem kinda cheap?) The only thing holding me back from taking this career life-altering leap was one Clarisse McAllister. She was also referred to by most of the men and a good many of the women here at C.C. & I, as the "Ice Princess."
She was awesome the way she wielded her authority over the entire accounting division. Ruling with an iron fist, you might say from her desk as executive assistant to the V. P. of finance and C.F.O. for the whole company. A casual observer would hardly know the man existed, as she seemed to represent his office in its entirety on the accounting floor. Only a few people ever chose to mess with her, senior managers included. She came to her position from outside the company shortly after the new Vice President was shuffled in as the result of a merger with the Allied Insurance Group over four years ago. She made an immediate impression on everyone at Continental and most certainly on me.
There was always some inane scuttlebutt going around the office about her. One week she was sleeping with this department head, the next she was having an affair with such and such corporate officer, married of course. Common sense told me most of the rumors I heard about her were either spiteful gossip or outright B. S. Although most them fell neatly into those two categories I couldn't help bristling with suppressed anger with each new story that reached my ears. She pushed people to get the work done but I never witnessed her stepping over the line and being abusive with anyone, no matter how much they might have deserved it. The Department heads all but trembled at her approach denying her little. Each of them knew that messing with "Ice princess" could easily result in their careers falling into a potentially fatal tailspin. Her assertive nature and the self-confidence she exuded did tend to put a lot people off. I found it incredibly sexy, her no nonsense attitude, toughness, and classic beauty only accentuated the mystique that surrounded her less than flattering nickname. I was in Love. (Does it show?) Completely unrequited of course, but my fixation with her was total.
In my position I was only rarely caught in McAllister's cross hairs, besides I wasn't afraid of her anyway, (O.K. well not that afraid.) I was usually free to watch in rapt fascination as she passed through the department like a whirlwind leaving all manner of turmoil and consternation in her wake, and what a whirlwind she was. Claire McAllister was without question, the most gorgeous woman I had ever laid eyes on, and my baby blues have scoped out quite a few in their time. She moved with the self-assured fluid grace of a skilled dancer, which immediately drew your attention and made it virtually impossible not to notice what a truly striking woman she was.
