Benjamin McGregor sat fuming in the lobby of Intax Corporation's beautiful sales and technical center. He owned large machining company that had recently purchased three heavy-duty lathes from Intax. The damn salesman who had visited him last month had been convincing and Benjamin had thought that he was getting a deal of a lifetime. However, the machines were not worth the paper that the Intax contract was printed upon ... in fact, the fucking machines were not even worth the paper that Benjamin had used to wipe is ass with that very day.
Benjamin's purchasing department had tried to contact the salesman who had sold them these lathes, but were told that the salesman had been transferred, but Mr. McGregor was welcome to take up the discussion with their director of sales -- Ms. Cindy. Benjamin had been livid, he had personally got on the horn and demanded to speak to the "fucking" director of sales. However, the receptionist had politely explained that Ms. Cindy was presently unavailable, but would gladly give him an audience the following Friday.
Benjamin could not believe his ears, and ordered the receptionist to tell that fucking bitch Cindy that it was she that should come to his office, and not the other way around. Again, the receptionist had reminded him politely that this was against their corporate policy, and that Mr. McGregor was welcome to set up an appointment with Ms. Cindy if he so desired. The receptionist also told him that Ms. Cindy could be very convincing and once McGregor had met her personally, she was sure that all these issues would be straighted out. Benjamin had let loose a volley of insults at Intax, their fucking sales department, their fucking customer service, and their fucking .... the receptionist had hung up on him.
The following day, Benjamin had first lodged a formal complaint against Intax with the Better Business Bureau. When Benjamin had inquired at the Bureau about the reputation of Intax, he was reassured by the administrator that they had zero complaints on file. He was told that each and every complaint against Intax had been voluntarily retracted by the organization making the complaint, and therefore Intax was rated among the top organizations for customer satisfaction. "You got to be kidding me," said Benjamin, and made it a point to visit the Intax sales and technical center in his chauffeured limo to give this bitch Cindy a piece of his fucking mind.
He had his assistant/bodyguard Henry help him out of the back seat and walk him to the lobby. Henry was African American with muscles bulging out like blocks of cement. He had been with Benjamin for ten years, and was implicitly trusted for his loyalty and physical strength. While Henry was sculpted like a Greek God, Benjamin had not been quite so fortunate. He looked every bit of his sixty-five years of age. With a bald pink pate, a triple chin, a morbidly obese mid section, and four short pegs that constituted his arms and legs. Due to his disproportionately shaped body, Benjamin had always been unable to exert himself physically. Since his youthful days where he was unkindly nicknamed Tubby by the high-school bullies, his physical activity had been limited to walking a few yards before breaking into a sweat, and having to take ample rest before restarting. Middle age had been no kinder to poor Benjamin where his marriage had failed miserably, and his ex-wife had taken almost everything that he had both emotionally and financially. However, Benjamin was smart, and it was this intelligence that had enabled him to get back on his feet, and own a successful machining business. At his present age, it was a wonder that he was still alive, and no surprise to all that knew him that he had to depend upon Henry for most of his daily activities.
After ensuring that the Boss was seated comfortably in one of the lobby couches, Henry walked up to the perky little receptionist and let her know that Mr. McGregor wished to see Cindy, the sales director.
"Does he have an appointment?" asked the receptionist.
"No, he does not," answered Henry.
"Well then Ms. Cindy cannot see him today, because she is preoccupied." replied the perky bitch.
"Well, is there some way you can accommodate Mr. McGregor, he really needs --"
"Henry! Henry!" yelled Benjamin, "don't you fucking ask her you oaf, tell her that I want to see her right now."
"Yes Boss," answered Henry, and turned back to the receptionist.
"I will see what I can do ..." said the bitch with a smile.
"Let me tell you what you can do little Missy, you are going to call that bitch Cindy and tell her that I am here to see her! Do it now ... goddammit!" bellowed the old man.
"Sir, please calm down." said the receptionist sounding a little irate.
"Go get Cindy now! Now! Now! Now! Or else ..." yelled Benjamin already feeling the exhaustion from screaming on the top of his lungs.
"Or else ... what?" asked a calm lady's voice, as the door to the lobby opened from the inside.
"Or else ... I will bitch slap her with my ..." Benjamin stopped in mid-sentence and looked at the lady who had opened the lobby door. She was to say the least -- magnificent. The lady was nearly six feet tall, with a flawless ivory white complexion. She was a true Nordic beauty with curly blond hair cascading down to her waist, high cheekbones, and an icy blue stare. She wore a short skirt and blouse which flattered her already perfect frame and made her appear professional and sexy at the same time. But what struck the old man the hardest was the fragrance of the exotic perfume that she wore. It reminded him of sweetly scented flowers, and sex, and .... his shriveled penis stirred in his pants.
"Oh my, my ... in that case Ms. Cindy will have to see you immediately! Why don't you follow me inside Mr. McGregor." said the beauty. Benjamin felt odd that this woman knew his name, but then most industrialists around town did know him quite well.
As Henry tried to enter with Benjamin, the lady gently put her palm on his chest, and said, "not you Sir. Ms. Cindy will see Mr. Benjamin personally." The way her palm was positioned, Henry's left nipple nested snugly between her fingers, and she gently squeezed it through the fabric of his tight muscle shirt gently by tightening her fingers against each other. Henry's cock twitched with instant desire for this goddess, but she ignored him, turned her back and walked through the open door motioning for Benjamin to follow. "Bitch!" muttered Henry in a growl that only his old boss could hear.
Benjamin smiled and nodded to Henry, "It is OK -- I will take care of this. Wait for me in the lobby."
With this Benjamin followed the lady inside and the door closed behind them with a soft click. The lady walked with a long stride, Benjamin had to take three steps of his own to keep up with her. They both continued in this fashion down the hall which had several cubicles where people were working. Benjamin was quite out of breath, but did not want to appear like a wimp in front of this goddess. It was then that they came a long flight of stairs, and Benjamin looked up at the lady's eyes in horror.
"Don't you have an elevator," he asked.
"No we don't Mr. McGregor, we like physical exercise around here ... keeps us healthy." she said coyly and started up the stairs.
"Benjamin slowly lumbered up one stair after another until he came up halfway. He was profusely sweating by now, and wanted nothing more than to end this ... but determined stopped to catch his breath, and continued upward one slow tedious step at a time. The lady had already reached to top and was standing looking back at Benjamin with a mocking smile on her face. It seemed that she was very aware of what she was doing to poor Benjamin. Slowly but surely, Benjamin did finally reach the top of the stairs and stood with his hands on his knees totally exhausted at the effort. The lady led him into an elegant office and asked him to sit down on the couch facing the main desk.
On the desk stood a line of beautiful shot-glasses each half full with some dried wax-like substance in them. What was even stranger, was that each of the shot-glasses was labeled in a copperplate script with the names of some of the top industrialists that Benjamin recognized. Not seeing anyone besides the two of them in the office, Benjamin croaked in the most authoritative tone that he could muster, "Where the hell is Cindy? Is she going to make me wait again?"
The lady, did not answer him but went around the desk and sat down in the leather executive chair on the other side. Benjamin was wiping streams of sweat running down his bald pate, his shirt was soaked and he was breathing heavily. The lady took a long look at him and said in a calm tone, "I am Cindy ... Mr. McGregor, I see that you filed a complaint against Intax at the Better Business Bureau this morning. I request you to make a phone call and retract your complaint voluntarily."
Benjamin looked at her incredulously, and stammered, "Well ... I ... I ..."
