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Power And Control 2

Power And Control 2

by iwrotethis
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While most of my fellow college students were out partying, running up even more debt on top of their student loans, I was in my dorm room, writing code. I'd written simple games in high school, but college taught me that useful tools were a much better investment of my time. So, I started writing apps that helped me with my classes, and I found that the students around me were willing to pay for their own copy. As word spread across campus, I wrote even more of them. By my senior year, I had my own company, my own house, no debt, and a sizable pool of money just languishing in my bank account. Plus, I had bought my mom's dream house, for her and dad to enjoy his early retirement in.

I loved being my own boss, but I couldn't keep up with all of the new ideas I had, much less add the variety of enhancements that my customers were asking for. So, I hired a couple of good programmers, who were also good friends, only to find that I absolutely hated being somebody else's boss. I needed to add more programmers, but I was dreading having more staff to manage. I was also frustrated at how little time I was able to spend programming, due to the demands of running the business. At least there was plenty of room for more desks in my basement.

I was bemoaning the burdens of my success to my two employees, during a business lunch that was really just an excuse to see some sunlight on a Friday.

Mike laughed and shook his head before responding. "Just hire somebody to run it for you. Focus on your strengths and hire others to cover your weaknesses."

I had considered that, but I saw a problem. "How would that work though? With me at both the top and the bottom, won't the chain of command fail from the circular reference?"

Paul had been listening quietly, but we both stopped as we saw his face light up. "It's simple, really," he said. "Put everything in a trust."

I couldn't help but frown. "I was already thinking about doing that, but how would that help?"

"My brother is a lawyer, and he was telling me about his first client. He created two trusts for them. One held all of the client's personal wealth, while the second one held the business and all of its assets."

He paused for a moment. "Now, this is me talking, not my brother.

"Nobody needs to know who owns the trust that owns the company. You appoint a trustee to act on your behalf, and then you discreetly provide direction through them. Do it before you hire anybody else, and only the three of us will ever know that you're the real boss.

"Of course, you'll need to move the company out of your basement, or you won't fool anybody."

As I thought about Paul's suggestion, I realized it had been a legitimate business lunch after all.

* * * * *

Devin was delighted to have a second client, and I was happy with the friends-of-family discount he gave me. He pointed out the potential income from buying a bigger building than I needed and then leasing out the extra space in it. "The best part," he said, "is that we can create a separate trust for your commercial real estate holdings. Your software company will rent the space rather than own it, which will further limit what you could lose if the business runs into trouble."

The next thing I knew, I was the proud owner of an office building, and my lawyer had a long-term lease for his own space in it. It wasn't cheap, but I got a good price, because the previous owner was trying to be discreet. He didn't want certain people to know he was liquidating assets, but Devin assured me it was all legal and above board. It came with a couple of retail tenants on the ground floor, but the rest of the space was sitting empty.

The process went smoothly, and soon I had crews remodeling the third and fourth floors, while we used an old office on the second floor to start hiring. First up was an HR Manager. We got plenty of applicants, but a lot of them withdrew when they found out their first task was going to be running the hiring process for almost every position in a new company. There were still good candidates to pick from, and we all agreed that Vera was the best.

She didn't hesitate to own the position either, refusing to start the CEO search until she had sat down with Devin and got things organized. The org chart we'd roughed out was formalized, company policies were spelled out, and position descriptions were written for the c-level managers.

She started with just the CEO search. With the limited number of employees, Mike, Paul, and I were asked to join in the process. Once again, we had some candidates withdraw when they found out that all but three employees were going to be new hires. We ended up rejecting several others who were keen to skip the search process and fill certain positions with people they knew. In the end, we went with Reggie, who came across as the most competent on the business side, although his people skills were a bit rough. With the big jump I was making, I was more worried about the business succeeding than I was about the CEO stepping on a few toes while getting us there.

Vera felt that the three of them were sufficient to carry on with hiring, so we lowly programmers went back to programming. Of course, Devin kept me informed as they hired the remaining c-levels. They then sat down with each successful candidate to finalize the position descriptions for the managers that would be reporting to them.

When they were ready to hire our direct manager, who would report to the CDO, the three of us were again invited to join in on the search. With all of the manager positions filled, the glut of regular positions was posted. They asked for just one out of the three of us to join the programmer search. As much as I wanted to foist it off on Mike or Paul, I considered programmers to be my most important employees. Plus, Devin was no longer sitting in on interviews, so I volunteered.

When the dust finally started to settle, we had gone from three friends to a team of over fifty, while relocating from my spartan basement to a plush, new office space. Sadly, keeping my secret meant foregoing one of the nice corner offices, settling for a simple cubicle instead. Still, I was happy to be able to just focus on programming again. Also, while I had been nervous about how much I had risked, it paid off, and it paid off quite well.

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My company had the top floor, while Devin had expanded his third-floor office space, sharing expenses and administrative staff with a few other non-competing private practice lawyers. The rest of that floor housed a realty office, while the entire second floor was a call center. With that many people working in the building, a couple of quick dining places grabbed the remaining ground floor retail spots. So, by the time my company stabilized at around one hundred employees, the entire building was rented out.

Once the paperwork was done on the next three buildings that Devin talked me into buying, I was able to relax and try to focus on having a personal life again. For the first time in my life, I was working eight to five with weekends off. I was a bit rusty, but it all came back to me as I rejoined the dating scene. I wasn't looking for anything serious, yet, but I certainly wasn't opposed to finding it.

* * * * *

One thing I quickly learned was that displaying any hints of my wealth got me a lot of attention, but mostly from gold diggers looking for a sugar daddy with a fat wallet. So, it was just self-preservation when I implied that the trust was my parents' rather than mine. I never outright lied, but I would have made even a politician jealous with my ability to twist around the truth.

If I were going to pay for it, I would rather give my money to an honest professional, so I had to learn to appear to be a lot less well off. I could tell when I achieved that, as the quantity of women fawning over me dropped off, but the quality went up considerably.

I wasn't even looking for a date when I met Anne.

The university I went to is always trying to raise money, so when one of my apps won an award, and they saw that an alumnus was listed as the lead programmer, they invited me to appear at a fund-raiser for the computer science department. Nobody really cared about the award, but it was another opportunity for the important people to be seen flaunting their wealth.

Anne wasn't amongst that crowd, but was the waitress assigned to my table. She was a business major, working a flexible job to put some spending money in her pocket. I liked that, and I liked her, and, before the event was over, I had talked her into a date on Friday night. I had a good feeling about her, but I couldn't rule out her picking that job because she was looking for a fat cat of her own. So, I kept to my policy of not revealing my financial status.

* * * * *

The first date with Anne was great. We enjoyed a nice meal, saw a university production of some musical she was wanting to see, and had a nice conversation while eating frozen yogurt. I got a nice, but fairly short kiss as I dropped her off at her apartment, and I was walking on clouds as I left with a promise of a second date the following weekend.

Our second date was very similar to the first, except I drove us to a nearby city that was a bit bigger than our university town. I didn't go overboard, but the restaurant was nicer, the show was performed by local professionals, and we enjoyed ice cream cones on the drive back. The kisses were better, but I still found myself outside her door after she said goodnight. Even so, I had a great evening and was in high spirits while driving home.

For our third date, I went a little cheaper, wanting to appear like I'd splurged on our second date. The restaurant was nice, but a local standard. The theater was just the local multiplex, but I still took her to her favorite frozen yogurt joint. I watched her the whole night, but I didn't see any signs of disappointment. She seemed to legitimately enjoy spending the time with me. So, I was smiling when we arrived at her door at the end of the night, even before she invited me inside.

* * * * *

We started making out on the couch, and soon we were both naked from the waist up. Anne's nipples were rather sensitive, and I enjoyed watching her as I sucked and nibbled on them. The way she shuddered as I blew on them while they were still wet with my saliva was intoxicating.

By the time we came up for air, we each had our fair share of hickeys to try and hide the next day. She sat back and just looked at me for a bit, then said "Fuck it." I wasn't sure what that meant, until she stood up and shimmied out of her jeans, leaving her standing there in just a pair of lacy red panties. I'll admit that the second thing that went through my mind was wondering if she had found out about my wealth and was making her play. However, as she turned around, showing me that it was actually a thong, my mind went back to my first thought, and I found myself stumbling along behind her, completely mesmerized by the sway of her ass.

When she got inside her bedroom door, she stopped and bent over, pulling down her last vestige of clothing. Her bare slit peeked out from between her thighs, begging to be filled. She stood back up, looked over her shoulder, and waved her thong at me with a smile. Like she had waved a red flag in front of a bull, I charged after her. She laughed as she moved over to the bed and laid down.

"Get naked, and then get over here and eat me."

I wasted no time in following her orders. She tasted divine, and I used every trick I knew to bring her off several times. She directed my lips where she wanted my attention the most, but it was our first time, and she was gentle about it, so I didn't mind the guidance. When she had had enough, she gently pushed me away. "Switch places," was all she said as she rolled over and got up. I saw no reason to refuse, so I quickly took her spot on the bed. She crawled up between my legs, maintaining eye contact the whole time, and slowly inhaled my fully erect cock. She bobbed, she licked, and she tried to suck my balls out through my dick, but she never broke eye contact.

She had me good and worked up, but not overly close to exploding, when she pulled off with a pop. Still maintaining eye contact, she crawled up and impaled herself on my steel rod. She grabbed my hands and put them on her breasts, then proceeded to ride me into the bed. She definitely outscored me, but mine was a walk-off home run, as she collapsed on top of me, only to slide off and curl up on my arm.

* * * * *

We were both a bit confused to wake up tangled together. She had pulled the blanket somewhat over us, and then we rolled a bit, ending up like the filling in a burrito. It was a bit awkward, but not unpleasant, to be wrapped up tightly with a naked woman pressed against me. I took advantage of the situation to kiss and caress her a bit before we managed to untangle ourselves.

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Neither of us had plans, so we decided to spend it together. We had breakfast and then I waited while she cleaned up and got dressed. I offered to join her in the shower, but she declined, as hers didn't have much room.

The next stop was my house, so I could clean up and change. Anne wanted to look around while I showered, but I caught her, stripped her, and dragged her into my much larger shower. It didn't take much, as she didn't even put up a token resistance. We were both squeaky clean by the time we finished scrubbing each other, and we both had some new love marks to hide.

We went out for a light lunch, then walked around doing some window shopping. After canvassing the boutique shops that catered to the college crowd, we headed out to the lake. I had a blanket in the trunk, so we stretched out on the beach, listened to the waves crashing against the shore, and enjoyed the cool breeze coming off of the water. We were both a little bit past tanned when we realized how long we had been there, just quietly enjoying each other's company.

Luckily, we weren't overly burnt, so a cool shower, followed by rubbing some aloe vera lotion all over each other, soothed the pain.

We didn't feel like getting dressed to go back out, so we ordered in for supper and spent the evening cuddled up on the couch. Naturally, this led to an intense make-out session, and it wasn't long before we headed upstairs to christen my bed, like we had done with hers the previous night.

In fact, it was almost an exact repeat of that night. I ate her to multiple orgasms, then we switched places. She sucked me to full attention and then rode me until I crossed the finish line. With both of us sated, we snuggled up and drifted off to sleep.

* * * * *

Sunday morning was much the same, except Anne had brought extra clothes, just in case. Unfortunately, Sunday is always followed by Monday, which meant I was going to have to go back to work, and she was going to have to go back to class.

We tried hanging out by the pool, but she hadn't brought any swimwear, and her lying there in just her lacy bra and panty set soon had us back upstairs and naked. Other than that, we had a relaxing day, just enjoying the easy comfort of being together.

She did drag me upstairs for another round of suck, suck, fuck before we played around in the shower while cleaning up for supper. I took her out to a nicer restaurant, then sadly drove her home.

We talked and texted every day, while also getting together for meals several times each week. Weekends were mostly spent together, both going out to do things and staying in to do each other. We decided that we were going to be together for a while, if not forever, so she moved in with me when her lease expired. In no time, the only thing missing from us being a typical married couple was the marriage.

The one quirk I didn't quite know what to make of was how she always wanted to be in control, especially during sex. That's not to say that we never mixed things up, but cowgirl was our main style. When we did use missionary, she always had her legs wrapped around me, trapping me and controlling my movement. We enjoyed 69 as much as anybody else, but she was always the one on top. Doggy-style was one of her least favorite positions, so we only rarely used it. While we enjoyed role-playing outside the house, she was always the one to pick me up. I didn't mind that one, though, as I didn't have to worry about other guys hitting on her before it was time for me to play my part. I think the only thing she refused to do was bondage. Well, that's not entirely true, as she was happy to tie me down, but I was never allowed to restrain her.

I wasn't like those fragile boys who needed to physically overpower others to feel masculine, and it was never abusive, so I didn't feel threatened. I also didn't mind sitting in the passenger seat and letting her drive. I just wondered why she could never let go.

As we grew closer, I debated about telling her the truth about my situation. However, after talking it through with my friends, I agreed that it was best kept secret until after we were married. They suggested that I treat it like a wedding gift to her, revealing the truth on our wedding night. They believed that we were going to make it to the altar, but they reminded me that life is unpredictable.

However, in this case, life smiled upon me. I proposed to her at her graduation party, and we got married a year later.

* * * * *

I'd heard horror stories about weddings and Bridezillas, but I wasn't ready for the unique monster that my fiancΓ©e turned into. I wouldn't have called her a Bridezilla, and not just because I wished to live and retain certain body parts. Still, it was eye-opening how free she was with spending her daddy's money.

I was a bit concerned by what I saw. It wasn't anything to make me want to call off the wedding, but it was enough for me to decide to wait until we were more settled into our new life before telling her the truth about my net worth.

Outside of wedding planning, she was the same girl I'd fallen in love with, and the wedding itself was wonderful. I'm not saying it wouldn't have been wonderful if she had compromised a bit on certain things, but it was exactly what she wanted and everybody had a good time, especially with the open bar at the reception. I had no qualms when I said, "I do," and I was a very happy man as we left on a nice honeymoon that she thought was a gift from my parents.

I was a little worried about how good she looked in her tiny bikinis, but she made me proud. She didn't mind them looking at her, but she shut down anything more than that in short order, and she told them straight out that it was all for her husband. I didn't know that being proud of your wife was such an aphrodisiac, but I found out on those ocean beaches.

I didn't knock her up on our honeymoon, but I damn well stress tested her birth control with my efforts.

Post-honeymoon, ours was a fairly typical life. We both worked, we both did our share around the house, and we both enjoyed each other's company. Sure, we had our ups and downs, but what couple doesn't. We talked things out and we worked through our issues. We both wanted kids, but neither of us were in a hurry to have them. We fought a bit over money, not because we didn't have it, but because we did. We reached a compromise where I would let her be a bit extravagant with certain things, while she would let me be more frugal with others. We both picked our battles, so we rarely had to fight them.

Anne knew I had access to some money in the trust that I only touched for house maintenance, but she was happy as long as my paycheck was deposited in our joint checking account every payday, just like hers was.

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