CEO to Secretary
Victoria Sheffield smiled as she heard the knock at her door. She'd been looking forward to this part of the week since the board meeting on Monday.
"Ma'am?" her secretary called from outside the room. "George is here."
Victoria gave another grin as she checked her watch. "Five minutes early... cute." she muttered to herself, as punctual as he was, it wasn't going to save him from what was about to come. "Have him wait another twenty minutes, I'm taking a call."
"Yes ma'am."
Of course, the CEO didn't really have a call, but she felt that making an employee wait a bit before a meeting helped her immediately take control of the conversation. She loved picturing them squirming out in front of her secretary's desk- nerves building as they wondered what they could possibly be called in for. It was little things like this that made having the burden of all that power worth it.
She'd started at Gordon Marketing only four years ago, straight out of her business degree- honours, of course. Through her killer instinct she'd swiftly climbed the ladder, until she was finally at the top of management and had by far the largest portfolio of clients in the entire company. It helped that she was model height with a body shape to match; it was why most of her clients were men- or women that were that way inclined. With just a few sultry winks and a voice dripping with sex she could have anyone paying anything for her company's services.
Eventually she grew tired of being a top manager, wanting to climb even higher. Unfortunately for her, the CEO at the time wasn't in any danger of retiring. That problem wasn't hard to solve though. With just a week of flirting she had him making a move on her- moments later she'd gone to the press with a recording of him slapping her ass and the board had no choice but to let him go- and with their last CEO being fired for sexual harassment they needed a female in charge to rebuild some PR. Victoria, of course, was the only female member of management and humbly accepted the position.
Noticing that twenty-five minutes had passed, she stood to smooth out her designer
blazer, admiring her striking red suit in the mirror she kept on the wall. Her six-inch stilettos guaranteed that she'd tower over any man who she wanted to make feel small, and her supple behind and firm breasts, tantalizingly framed by her tight jacket made sure that they'd be turned on at the same time.
Satisfied that she'd stun the soon-to-be ex-employee she sat back down in her chair, pressing a button on her desk at the same time.
"Lexi, dear, send him in."
"Yes ma'am."
Moments later, the head of research, George Simpson, walked into her office. Interestingly enough, he had a bit of confidence in his stride, something that the CEO was not accustomed to seeing in the people she dragged up to her office. She would be sure to change that soon enough.
"Sorry for the wait," she smiled, almost sarcastically, "I had an important call to make."
She eyed George up for some kind of reaction, she loved seeing anger build up only for it to be quashed and turned to fear- but somehow, the ginger's gaze was unflinching. Victoria paused in surprise- but only for a moment.
"Well, sit down then." she motioned for the man to position himself in the chair in front of her desk. She had intentionally made sure that it was lower to the ground than her own; looking down on people while she talked to them was just another one of her power plays.
"I'll stay standing, thanks." the tall red-head's reply was unexpectedly even, betraying no sign of nervousness. Normally Victoria would have insisted that he sit, but for some reason she just nodded and carried on.
"R-right." She silently cursed herself for stuttering. What was wrong with her? Something was throwing her off her game. She needed to regain control. "Do you know why I've summoned you here?"
"Enlighten me."
Another order. She should have snapped at him, but something about the confidence in his piercing green eyes stopped her. She felt compelled to explain.
"W-well-" she caught herself again. That damn stutter! What was happening to her? She took a deep breath before continuing. "Well, the board and I convened on Monday and we agreed that we were going to need to make some cuts to-"
"I'm gonna stop you right there," he cut in.
Who the fuck did this prick think he was? She rose to reprimand him, but found herself glued to her chair. Why was she letting another blatant contest of her authority slide? He crossed one arm across his body while the other rested lightly on a chiseled jawline, striking a relaxed and casual pose., flexing his jaw every so often showcasing an impeccable bone structure. Snapped out of her reverie, Victoria was gaping, trying to find the answer, her panties slowly growing hot and damp. Fuck this man.
"I spoke to the board as well," he continued, "and we've come to an agreement. As of now, the CEO salary is just too large to justify- and of course, it'd be illegal to cut your salary, so you're going to resign."
"What!?" At such a ridiculous remark, Victoria finally gained enough control of herself to object. "I brought you in here to discuss the future of
your
employment. We've needed to make some cuts and your moral objections to our latest ventures have-"
"Ah, yes. I wanted to discuss those." George once again cut in, causing another wave of heat to inexplicably surge through Victoria's snatch. "I decided to take the subliminal advertising technology that
I
have been developing and repurpose it for something else."
Her eyes flared with anger, "that technology was developed on
company time
; it belongs to
me
- and once
you're
no longer working with us, I'll have you sued for everything you have if you so much as
look
at the product."
Victoria smiled, finally. She'd taken back control- the little shit was done for. She raised her own domineering gray eyes to meet the upstart's- and found herself shocked that he was grinning back at her.
No one spoke for a moment. Victoria fumbled for words but couldn't find them. George grabbed a pencil from
her
desk and lifted it to his lips in thought. She wanted to scream at him, to put him in his place, but she found her gaze fixed to his mouth. A brief image of her locking lips with him flashed through her mind- startling her out of trance.
"S-so?" she stuttered again. "You're fired. Get out." It didn't have near the impact that she was used to delivering, but at least she'd managed to say the words.
George just laughed, removing the pencil from his lips. "That's cute." she seethed at the very words that she'd used when watching dozens of other men grovelling for their jobs. "Do you have any idea what the technology we've made actually does?- or have you been too busy whoring yourself out for sales?" he paused again, waiting for an answer. "Well, Genny?"
Victoria hadn't been called that since she was a little girl, and the candid familiarity struck a raw nerve.
She summoned as much of her strength as possible to reply, "That's Miss Sheffield to you. I am the CEO of this company and you will give me the respect I've earned."
He strode over behind her desk and peered down at her.
"That doesn't answer my question," he replied, stroking a cheekbone with a fingertip, "So, answer."
She knew she didn't have to humour him. She knew she could have security escort him off the premises. Yet, she found herself compelled to obey.
"It's... like some kind of subconscious affecting thingy that can run alongside a video?" Even she was aware of how dumb she sounded. In truth, she only had a rudimentary understanding of the stuff, but she never needed to know everything about the products she sold to be the top saleswoman.
"That's about as good of an answer as I'd expect from a ditzy thing like you." Again she tried to scream, but instead she felt herself growing wetter as she felt his gaze on her tits. Her red suit framing the large mounds nicely. "It was originally going to be sold to companies for web advertisements. The technology would run in the background while the consumer viewed the ad, and they would be compelled to purchase. I, as you know, objected to the ethics of this, but I was threatened with my employment and made it anyway. Only- I made some changes."
Victoria racked her brains, feeling certain that she was so close to putting two and
two together and figuring out what the hell he was leading into. Only, whenever she came close to making a connection between the subliminal messaging and her new attitude toward George, her pussy flared with warmth, preventing the thought from forming.
"Something wrong?" George asked, suddenly pressing the pencil against an erect nipple, clearly poking against the fabric of the blazer. "This is a professional meeting. Do I need to get in contact with HR?"
The CEO blushed a deep red, barely restraining a moan as George flicked the nipple with his- no,
her
pencil.
"I'm so- sorry," she stammered, her face flushing a dark crimson as confusion and arousal set in "I don't know what's happening."
"Of course you don't. You're such a ditzy little thing."
She should have felt anger, but she could only find herself agreeing as the warmth between her legs grew even greater.
"I- I- ohhhhh," she stopped her explanation as the red-head pried a tit free from the confines of her blazer, teasing it with malicious glee. "That's not- mmm... You ca-aaaaah..." her frustration grew as she struggled to form sentences, vanishing into a blissful warmth as she just let herself be played with for a while.
"Like that?" George purred, this time pinching the exposed nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
"Yesss..." she moaned- suddenly stopping herself as she realised what she was agreeing to. "Wait, n-ahhhhhh" as she attempted to counter, the warmth flared once more and she sunk back into the fire of her arousal.
"Good girl. It's easier when you agree, isn't it?"
She tried to think hard about her response, but found doing so impossible, she was just so fucking horny. Suddenly an idea occurred to her- if she just obeyed him for now, while she was in this state, she could have HR get him for harassment once her mind was clear. Her office had 24/7 surveillance for that very reason.
"Yesss..." she agreed again, feeling so much better now that she knew she just needed to give in.
"Yes what?"
"Yes sir." Calling him 'sir' immediately caused a pang of arousal to course through her body. She couldn't help but moan in ecstasy as a hand absent-mindedly drifted towards her hungry cunt.