"What was that?" said Richard Heinlein, CEO of Heinlein & Robinson Enterprises, and the stocky little man sniffed the air. All around the seventh-floor conference room, located on Bank Street in downtown Ottawa, the men and women in attendance sniffed. One by one they all realized that the source of the smell they detected was none other than Sheila Aoun-Brown, the new Vice President of Acquisitions. Simply put, the tall, gorgeous and well-dressed businesswoman let one rip. Sheila farted in the business meeting of a lifetime.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Sheila said, and she thus casually continued with the presentation. Sheila's butt cheeks clenched around the butt plug whose slippage had resulted in the release of the aforementioned F-A-R-T. That's what otherwise intelligent and capable, driven and ambitious business women get for going to work with butt plugs embedded in their butt holes. Sheila was thoroughly regretting her decision to let her husband Simon, the horny bastard, stick a butt plug up her nether regions. Oh once Sheila got home, Simon was going to pay dearly.
On that fateful day, Sheila Aoun-Brown definitely hadn't planned on F-A-R-T-I-N-G in the Board of Directors meeting, it just sort of happened. The six-foot-tall and curvy, forty-something, dark-haired and bronze-skinned Lebanese Canadian gal was wearing her bright red power suit, the type favored by businesswomen and female politicians making big moves. For once, Sheila had the world on a string. After more than ten years at Heinlein & Robinson Enterprises, Sheila was getting some recognition. If only fate and a little comeuppance hadn't gotten to her...
"Sheila, I let you peg me, now it's your turn, you must wear the butt plug for one full day at work," said Simon Brown, smiling. Sheila looked at her husband of nearly twenty years and frowned. Why must the man she loves be so infuriating at times? With their twin daughters Abella and Samira studying at the University of Vancouver, the couple had the house to themselves. Tall, muscular and dark-skinned, Simon Brown looked much younger than his forty-odd years. The Jamaican-Canadian immigrant and small business owner had a wicked sense of humor, something Sheila found both irksome and charming at the same time.
