Tom Jones loved his job as the owner of one of the largest construction companies in the city. He was successful because he was able to recognize talent and put those people in positions that benefited his business. More importantly, he was ruthless in getting what he wanted. Each time he saw his name up on a sign at a new construction site, he felt pride and job satisfaction. But that was only part of the reason Tom loved his job.
Tom was in a position of power and he used it to subjugate the woman in his corporate family. His female employees as well as the wives and daughters of his employees where all fare game as far as he was concerned and he used a wide variety of ways to sample their pleasures. The hunt was exciting to him and he loved to play with people as he found which buttons to push to bend them to his will.
The husbands and fathers of his prey had their livelihoods in his hands as well as the woman in the company, many of them single mothers. He was the one who decided if they would get and keep their jobs and what they would get paid. Even more so, he held the key to their success... their futures. He decided who got the promotions that led to higher salaries and stability.
Tom was a sexual predator. He'd often thought that he couldn't help it if God had blessed him with a huge cock and incredible stamina. It was a gift, he'd reasoned. One that he loved to use to as often as possible. He'd discovered at an early age that he had a condition the doctors called Satyrism. He could maintain his erection and cum multiple times. He was now in his early 50's, balding, with a pot belly, but was deceptively strong and had been using Viagra to supplement his staying power for a number of years.
Today was a special day for him. He was planning to break in a new conquest, the beautiful daughter of Tim Anderson. He'd watched Rachel grow into a beautiful young woman and had called her, asking her to come in to see him. He was going to use his standard ploy, one that had been very effective over the years. He administered the company scholarship program and used the lure of a full ride at the college of the girl's choice to make her submit to his desires.
His secretary buzzed and told him that Miss Rachel Anderson was waiting to see him. "Send her in Ms. Johnson," he said to his intercom as he leaned forward and pretended to be busy with some papers on his desk. He looked up when she walked in and drank in her firm ripe body. MMMMM, he thought, she's a younger version of her beautiful mother. A woman he'd added to his list of conquests long ago. Rachel's big full tits, firm little ass, and the curly blonde hair that framed her beautiful face made her an almost perfect copy of her sexy mother.
"Hello, Mr. Jones," she said to her father's boss.
"Thank you for coming in, please sit down Rachel," Tom said rather routinely, pointing to a chair across from his desk.
After sitting, Rachel presented her paperwork for the scholarship and answered Tom's questions.
"Very nice," Tom complimented her package. "It looks like you have all the qualifications needed to get into the company scholarship program."
"Oh, thank you very much," the young girl exclaimed with a sigh of relief.
"I think you may be worthy," Tom continued. "But there's more than just what you did in school. You have to meet my personal requirements. Raise your dress."
"What?" Rachel exclaimed, stunned by the suddenness of the request.
"I need to make sure your legs are acceptable."
"Oh," Rachel said as she slowly stood up, not at all certain of what was happening. She reached the hem of her dress and lifted it to mid-thigh.
"Higher," Tom ordered. She raised it a little more. "Higher." She kept moving it upwards. "Higher."
When the dress was just below her thong she hesitated and said, "Mr. Jones why do I have to do this?" She looked inquiringly at Tom, but he simply motioned with his hand to keep going. With shaking hands, Rachel raised the dress a little more -- her thong just beginning to show.
"For God's sake girl, to your waist," he said forcefully.
Tom enjoyed this little game. He intentionally didn't initially tell the young girl to raise her dress to her waist. He wanted it to be done a little at a time... winning each minor battle of wits. He was pleased when her dress was lifted all the way to her waist, providing him a clear view of her rather transparent thong. He assumed that was one of the reasons she hesitated. He was able to see her fluffy blonde pubic hairs through the see-through garment. He reveled in the redness that spread over her innocent face.
"Hummm... yes, very nice," Tom complimented her, making her think she was closer to receiving the scholarship, "now the top. Just make believe your undies are a bikini."
"B-But, I-I'm wearing a dress."
"Then take it off, girl. C'mon, I don't have all day. Do you want the scholarship or not?"
Tom sat back and watched the young girl struggle to make up her mind. It was so predictable that he almost laughed. But her financial need finally won out over her modesty. Tom knew that she wanted to go to an Ivy League school that her parents couldn't afford to send her to with the company's help.
She let go of the bottom part of her dress and started fumbling with the buttons. When they were undone, Rachel pulled the dress over her head, leaving her in only a skimpy bra and thong. The bra was also transparent, displaying her nipples and areolas. She stood self-consciously in front of her father's boss, a much older man, almost completely naked.
"Turn around," Tom commanded.
Rachel slowly turned so that she faced away from the man who had the power to give her the start in her adult live that she so desperately wanted. He'd meant for her to make a 360 degree turn, but this was even better. He looked at her cute little ass and the crack that was clearly visible through the thin material.
With her turned away from him, Tom opened his pants and pulled his huge hardening cock out. He began stroking it while watching her. If she had turned around she would have caught him, that was part of his excitement. But she didn't turn.
"OK, turn back around," Tom instructed right after sliding his chair under the desk -- his hand still on his now hard cock. "Take the rest of it off."
"Why do I have to do that?"
"Because I said so. I want to see all of you. Jeez girl, I thought you wanted the scholarship. This is getting tiring."
Rachel thought for a moment and then rationalized that she had gone this far already, what difference would it make? After all, she was already almost naked and he was just being a dirty old man like the old homeless men in the street who whispered all those filthy things to her when she passed by them.
She placed her dress on top of the desk and unclasped her bra, pulling it off and depositing in also on the desk. Then, after hesitating for a moment, slid her thong down to her ankles and stepped out of them, adding them to the pile of clothing. She felt so vulnerable standing naked before a fully-clothed strange man.
"Oh, very nice... very, very nice. You shouldn't be so timid about displaying your body," Tom encouraged her, trying to break down her resistance. "You've become a very beautiful woman with a great body. And you do have a really fine body, but... Mmmm, I don't know...." Tom said, as if to himself, with his voice trailing off.
