(First things first: a big thank you to sexnovella, who edited my story at the speed of light. And another thank you to Whispersecret and the essay "How to Make Characters Talk". As a non-native English speaker, this guide was extremely helpful. To the ones who are curious and give a chance to the rookie writer – me –, feel free to comment and rate and, if you're curious, ask for the next chapter. This is a story about domination, wonderful women, power, and orgasms that shatter the boundaries of impossible. Skorupa means "shell" in Polish, being a surname and a nickname for a secretive person. With that in mind, I played with that meaning here to design a secretive personality. Our main character has a dirty little secret, and I hope you stay with her through the entire story to find out what it is...)
The redheaded woman arrived at the humongous building, eager to start working. It was her first day at Pentex Holding, and she needed to prove she was more than a beautiful face and body. Yes, she was a wonderful woman indeed: young (not more than 25 years old), six feet tall, with a red mane for hair, blue eyes, long and firm legs, nice hips, and a remarkable set of breasts: big, round, firm, and impossible not to notice. She was wearing a nice suit, black, with white accessories and black high heels (which added about four inches to her already splendorous height), and some heads already started to turn and look at her. Gabrielle Skorupa took the elevator alone, to the 45th floor, and searched for the office of Ms. Sophie Hargreaves, the local manager, and her boss.
When she found the office, she needed no introduction. She announced her name to her secretary (a cute brunette with a nice smile but a haircut going wrong), that promptly directed her to the door, gently knocking before:
"Ms. Hargreaves?" The young girl called.
"Yes, Hannah?"
"Ms. Sk... Skorupa is here." She stammered a bit at her name.
"Send her in!"
Hannah opened the door and the tall woman entered the office. Sophie Hargreaves got up and shook her hand. She was shorter about a head, seemed to be about thirty years old, yet she seemed quite powerful, with her dark hair and fair skin, big green eyes, golden earrings and matching jewelry, expensive clothing, and of course, the whole managing of the Import/Export Division of the Pentex Holding.
"It is a pleasure, Ms. Hargreaves."
"Spare the introduction, Ms. Skorupa. Have a seat." Sophie sat down first, while Gabrielle sat and crossed her long legs. "I'm more of a
"direct"
person."
"If you're a direct person, can you allow me to be as well?"
"Sure, Ms. Skorupa. What is it?"
"Excellent." She flexed her fingers. "What
challenge
can you offer me here?"
Sophie's eyes flared instantly. "Arrogance won't take you anywhere, lady."
"It's not arrogance, Ms. Hargreaves. This is probably the #1 best place in the world to work right now, and I want to be not only an employee, but
part
of this company."
Sophie raised a finger. "I'm not sure if you can take up a real challenge here, Ms. Skorupa. I'll-"
"If I'm not up to the challenge, you can fire me on the spot. I have the cards and I'm going all-in." Gabrielle interrupted her, eagerly. 'And I'm willing to play aggressively', she thought to herself.
Sophie looked at her with a bit of interest.
"Interesting. I'm starting to like you. Your office is being set up as we speak. I want you to direct all your efforts to this." She handled a thin file, labeled 'UE/Bev'.
"We want to start importing luxury beverages from some countries in the UE but no one is able to cut all the red tapes of the different countries." As she spoke, Gabrielle was already fumbling the file pages. "If you manage to do this, it will be a great feat for you and for us. If not, I'll personally sign your resignation. So, do you still want your challenge?"
Gabrielle looked up, straight to her eyes, and firmly said, "I'm up to it, Ms. Hargreaves, and I want to start working on this right now."
"You have a strong will, Ms. Skorupa. Let's see how long you'll be able to keep it."
And with that, Gabrielle left her boss's office. Hannah showed the way to her new office, neat and with all she (probably) needed to start working, but unfortunately a bit small. Gabrielle grabbed the phone and started a sequence of calls. She studied in Germany and had traveled to mostly all countries the holding wanted to do business: Italy, Portugal, France, and so on. The first call of many rang a phone in Germany.
***
Seven weeks later...
Almost two months can change a lot of things. Gabrielle Skorupa had set her work done as easily as she could. It was tough to deal with the dealers, especially in another country, but a videoconference and the sight of a stunning, chesty and surgically precise businesswoman on the webcam seems to relieve the red tape, since most of them were men.
The whole office seemed to acknowledge Gabrielle was there. She received some invites to go out, but declined them, knowing she needed focus. Even being a mean girl to the adventurous men, she befriended lots of people from the office, especially Hannah, Sophie Hargreaves's secretary.
She was ready to prove herself. With all set, Gabrielle requested a meeting with Sophie. The meeting occurred at a Friday, at 4 p.m., and Sophie was stressed, really stressed. Hannah warned her before she entered the office, to meet a woman bellowing angrily on a phone, much different from the Sophie Hargreaves she met the past month:
"Lock this damned door, girl." Gabrielle obeyed. "And now tell me what the actual
fuck
you're doing here?!" Sophie exploded. "Seven weeks and I don't hear a word from you! I was already planning on writing your freaking obituary!"
"W-What's wrong, Ms. Hargreaves?"
"That fucking office of the Emirates, those bastards doesn't seem to... oh, shit, sorry about my manners..." She served herself a gulp of water, trying to calm down.
"Our
team
at the United Arab Emirates did something bad for the company." Her tone was suggesting that was the end of the topic. "Now, tell me what you're doing here, if you may?"
