Only a few hours later, even before the Board met to vote on it, the Chairman had already put the new policy into place.
During the phone call with the Chairman, the grin that had crossed Steve Borges' face made him look like the Cheshire Cat.
"Oh, I can definitely do that," he had assured his ultimate boss. "We should have done this months ago."
Now it was after hours at Alphia Corporation, and he was in his office awaiting the weekly sales report from the prim and pretty Nancy Owens. Mrs. Owens, still oblivious to the changes in The Arrangement, was in his office before him, going through the powerpoint of spreadsheets and contract documents, thrown up on the wall of his office from her laptop computer.
"Now as you can see from page two of the sales report, Mr. Borges, the last month our sales of the marketing/accounting software to which everything is bundled exceeded expectations. The reason for this was I instituted a different bonus structure for the sales force for the sale of maintenance agreements. I realized last quarter when I crunched all the numbers that we had an easy upsell of product whenever we closed a maintenance deal," Mrs. Owens told her boss.
Mr. Borges was seated behind his desk, his feet up, the early evening sunset giving the room an unearthly glow. He was glancing occasionally at the Power Point presentation, and at the printed report that Nancy had given to him at the start of the meeting but most of his attention was on his very pretty and delightfully anxious junior sales executive.
"I love the prim and proper pretty brunettes," he said to himself.
"Hmmmm," he said. "Changes to the bonus structure is supposed to go through channels, but I very much like you taking this on your own, thinking it through and just doing it."
He gazed at the diminutive Nancy Owens, taking in her business skirt and blouse, nylons and heels and her glasses. Her long brunette hair was pulled up in a bun that set off her fine features. He frowned at her feet.
"I prefer the stilettos from last week," he said, nodding at her heels. "I am sure that these are more comfortable and business-like, but stilettos always for me. They are much more slutty. Understood?"
Nancy blanched slightly, and shifted a little from where she stood before his desk in the middle of his room before the large screen on which she had put the first slide of her power point presentation.
She cleared her throat nervously. "O - Okay sir."
Mr. Borges nodded pleasantly. "Please continue. I am impressed with your work here." He nodded at the screen and picked up her written report.
"Thank you," Nancy said, looking pleased. "And the point of this next page, is to demonstrate our projections for ...".
"I'm sorry to interrupt Mrs. Owens, but would you kindly take off your suit jacket and do a slow spin for me?" Mr. Borges asked in a pleasant voice, but one that clearly allowed no response but compliance.
Nancy Owens' eyes went wide for a moment, but she put down the report and pointer and slid her jacket off. Trying to avoid his eye, she commenced her turn, her slight and lovely feminine figure more clearly revealed with the removal of her suit jacket.
She picked up the pointer and turned back to the screen, very aware that Mr. Borges was gazing at her legs and her hips displayed in her black pencil skirt, her slender waist rising to her chest where her small breasts fetchingly bulged her blouse. She reddened slightly and tried to get her mind back on her work.
Mr. Borges smiled happily. "You are just a delight!" Mr. Borges said. "Even after a year as part of The Arrangement, you still manage to look delightfully anxious during our weekly meetings."
Nancy turned back to her report to bring the conversation back to safer territory.
"As I was saying, these projections are for the hardware team, and despite my changes to the bonus structure we still have some problems there. We can make some money now, but I just do not see the hardware department being a long term success for the company. There is just too much competition and our margins are too low," Nancy said, feeling more confident again as she warmed to her subject. "And so I want to recommend that we move some resources away from the Hardware division and to ...".
"Umm, I am sorry Mrs. Owens. I forgot to tell you," Mr. Borges cut in easily. He glanced at his watch. "Mr. Jones is going to join us in about ten minutes. He wants to let you know, in person, that you are doing extremely well. He and the entire Board of Directors are very happy with the direction to which you have pointed the Sales Department."
"Oh, wow," Nancy said, shocked at the compliment.
"Oh yes. Your name came up at the recent board meeting. You are very, very good at your job and Mr. Jones wanted to make sure that the entire Board knew of his opinion," Mr. Borges said, smiling at his subordinate.
"Thank you!" Nancy said, recovering slightly, "I - I work very hard for Alphia Corporation."
"Oh, you do. You do, indeed," Mr. Borges agreed. "And we know that you work late some nights. I do not know what you might have had planned for this evening, but you might want to call Tom to expect you a little later than expected."
Nancy looked at her boss, her eyes wide. "Of - of course, sir. How long do you think this meeting will take?"
"Well, your report is excellent and as thorough as usual, so reviewing this past week's sales figures probably will not take too long, but I have some questions about the bonus structure you put into place," Mr. Borges said. "As I indicated, I am impressed by your decision to put it into place, but we need to review the change at the Board level to make sure it meshes with existing schedules in other departments and does not create too many human resources headaches."
He thought for a moment. "I figure ... maybe an hour or so, perhaps a little more if Mr. Jones has any other issues with it."
Nancy nodded, thinking of the reservations that Tom had made for them. "Ok, that won't be an issue at all."
"And, of course, while Mr. Jones does want to tell you that you are doing an excellent job, you are one of his favorite sluts, so I expect you are going to have cock in your mouth," Mr. Borges said, smiling at her expression, shocked now for a different reason. "In fact, it might be a good idea if you put a call into Tom now, to let him know that you won't be home for a few hours until after you have finished entertaining Mr. Jones and me."
She felt a surge of anxiety at the thought of servicing two of the most senior Executives at the company simultaneously.
It must have shown in her face because Mr. Borges looked quizzically at her. "You seem surprised ... you know how these meetings work. You provide a competent and impressive business analysis and report while removing clothing as instructed ... and then we fuck."
He shrugged. "Your anxiety is delightful, but I don't understand it. This will hardly be the first time you have sucked the Chairman's cock."
Nancy shifted nervously from one foot to the other and smoothed her skirt unnecessarily. "I - I've never ... been with two men at once," she admitted nervously.
"What?" Mr. Borges said in surprise. "You are not serious ...".
