I want to give a special thank you to my muse, my inspiration, my co-collaborator, Aruna! She is the source of the spark (and the special twist) This will be a series, and hopefully the moderators help me get that set up right.
There are various elements to this: Fetish, Lesbian, Erotic Couplings, a little BDSM, etc., however I think unquestionably it is first and foremost a Fetish story. I hope you enjoy, and I welcome constructive criticism.
Kareena was only an occasional figure at our office. With all of their holdings, I could only imagine how busy their lives were. The office grapevine was slower to find out information on our new employers than usual, but discoveries were made, to be sure.
To begin with, Kareena was not a silent, secondary part to this dynamic pair. She had an MBA from Harvard, and her focus was one of an upper, upper manager for the holdings company. She monitored numbers, spreadsheets, all the data; that was the understanding we had, anyway. Once, maybe twice a month, she would make an appearance in our office, and spent most of the time behind a closed door, occasionally calling in the Director of Operations or one of the other leaders.
She was never anything other than calm and professional, smiling at employees, occasionally dealing out praise and encouragement, but never really creating close ties to anybody. That kind of made sense, considering her role, and nobody really had anything bad to say about her.
To me, though, her mysterious, somewhat aloof manner fed into a sexual attraction I held for her from the first sight of her. She was a frequent visitor to my bedroom in my fantasies, and I wore out more than a few batteries in my BOB, envisioning myself servicing her needs and, of course, languishing in her sweaty pits and lady bits. The fact that I'd never smelled her scent or even seen the woman perspire did not matter; in my fantasies, she was a wonderful fountain of a sweaty, wonderfully strong aroma.
In contrast to her, Mr. P., or just P as he eventually won us over to calling him, was a regular fixture in our office. He divulged once that call centers were actually a big part of his work history, having cut his teeth in the business world working the phones in centers in Chennai, where his grandfather and uncle both owned major businesses not unlike our own. He stressed that they were "legitimate" businesses; apparently, he was more than familiar with the scam call centers that plague American and European consumers.
His expertise reflected in the changes he made in our operations. Most of them were minor changes in how we interacted with customers. Our representatives serve as go-betweens between our client companies (many of whom are Fortune 500 brand names) and their consumers, either in a service capacity or in some cases, as sales representatives.
P had a background and love for more of a consultative process, where the representative on the phone tried to find out what would best serve the customer. It involved more time, and building relationships, even if it was only for five or ten minutes during the call. The results were that our approval ratings went way up, and our sales executives actually closed more sales, even though their gross number of calls went down. The customers were happier, the client corporations, after some initial hesitation, were satisfied, and we were all feeling a little boost in our bonuses after the first few months.
That personal touch was also evident in how P interacted with the team. His initial words about joining the team were not hollow; he became a coach and cheerleader for us. When rare instances arose where somebody had to face discipline or correction or even termination, he was firm but fair and courteous by pretty much all concerns.
Needless to say, P found almost as much time in my fantasies as his beautiful wife did. Fantasies are great, because you can mold people into the things that spur your lust. In my fantasies, he was as turned on by my sweaty scent as I was by his wife's in my dreams. I knew he was fit, but in my lust-fueled fantasies, he was also well endowed, and he knew how to use all of his talents.
I suppose it was inevitable that fantasy would nudge into reality.
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One of the down sides to living in Florida, besides the mosquitoes, the snakes, the alligators, and the meth zombies, is the yearly roulette that is hurricane season. Living near the coast leaves us open to head-on strikes from the Atlantic, but Jacksonville also gets the remnants of ones that come in along the state's Gulf coast as well. Anybody who lives here long has felt at least the deluges that accompany them; most of us have seen years where more than one storm's eye has passed within 50 miles of us. Schools, businesses, sometimes even emergency services get shut down while the brunt of the storm pushes its way through.
That was the case for us in late July of the year after PKP Investments took over. A Cat 3 hurricane, Carlo, was bearing down on Jacksonville. P and Kareena, who had long since shown themselves to be good, caring employers, shut down operations two days before the expected landfall. That afforded employees the opportunity to evacuate or to stock up on supplies and batten down the hatches at home.
Unfortunately, the storm hit us pretty much head on at about 4:30 on a Thursday, and there was wide-spread flooding and wind damage, especially on the northern side of the city, and Fernandina Beach and American Beach had whole beachfront communities decimated. Fortunately, people for the most part had heeded evacuation orders, and there were only two fatalities.
Friday morning, my cell phone rang at 8:30, and I was surprised to see that it was P's cell phone.
"Good morning, Sarah. I hope I did not wake you up. How did you fare from the storm?" he asked.
"Good morning, Mr. P.," I replied. I still wasn't comfortable just addressing him as "P," though most of my coworkers did so. "No, sir, I was already up. I was just watching the news; looks like some people really got hit hard."
"That's the reason I was calling. We are officially off, with of course everybody getting their regular pay, as I promised. So what I want to ask is above and beyond that. I am worried about some of our employees, especially those who were in the path of the storm," explained P. "Kareena and I made some preparations for the storm, for emergencies in general, and so we have supplies ready. I was wondering if you could take on the task of contacting all of our employees, and seeing if any of them need help today."
"Yeah, I can do that," I confirmed. "What kind of supplies are you talking about?"
"We have a variety," he explained. "We have two pallets of bottled water, about a hundred blankets, some small solar panels so they can charge their phones, some portable camping stoves, canned and dried food. We have them here at the office, in an empty storage area that one of our neighboring companies offered."
"Wow!" I remarked, "it sounds like you guys really did prepare! So what are you thinking? Set up like a supply depot at the office?"
