On all fours atop a raised podium in the middle of the room was Kara wearing a beautiful sparkling black dress as party guests mingled around her. Her hair was gorgeously done up and placed behind a diamond tiara. Her face was professionally made up with red lipstick and mascara that highlighted her deep blue eyes. She wore matching sparkling high heels. Her bedroom eyes and sexual pout were locked and frozen in place. Guests walked around the room in suits and cocktails dresses, drinking merrily, eating appetizers and admiring the decorative pieces. Straight ahead, Kara could barely make out her mother and sister, who commanded attention with their hands-on-hip pose and risque outfits. Rick stood next to Kara and gently stroked her cheek.
"You make a beautiful piece, Kare Bear."
Kare Bear. Nothing in this world was going to snap Kara out of her state of compliant bliss. Remembering Brianna frozen then seeing her sister and mother made the experience highly desirable. Being offered to be a center piece, to feel the state of being frozen again, was the cherry on top. She had to be Decor. But then Rick opened his mouth.
Kara remembered the first time she was called that name. It was during their first introduction that Rick made fun of her sweater saying she looked like a Care Bear. Since then, all of Jenny's friends knew her as Kare Bear. The words represented everything Kara hated about Rick. And like the immediate switch from lust to regret post orgasm, her brain snapped back to the reality of the situation. She was on all fours. In Rick's office. Like a decoration along with her mother and sister. She lifted herself up and hopped down from the platform.
"No." Kara said firmly.
Rick's smile disappeared. His professional demeanor dropped slightly as his shoulders slouched.
"What do you mean, no?" Rick said, his professional cadence slipping back into the familiar egotistical tone.
"You may have my sister and my mother, but I told you I would never be put on display for you. And I mean that." Kara said with her hands on her hips to emphasize her point.
Her pleasure center was trying to fight back. She wanted to accept so badly. The thought of Brianna on all fours crossed her mind. She wanted that so bad. But the words Kare Bear fought back. A stark reminder of who Rick was and who he would always be.
Rick shook his head disappointed. He pointed to Jenny and Natasha.
"Their enjoying it. You'd be a perfect fit. I know you want it Kara. Just accept it and I'll make you an even more beautiful display than Brianna." Rick bargained, his demeanor back to being professional.
"No." Kara said without thinking. If she did think, he might have a chance to change her mind.
Rick's shoulders dropped. He looked at Kara like he used to. With desire and lust.
"You think you're going to get a better deal anywhere else. You're a hot piece of ass, Kara. Just accept the offer so other people can enjoy it." Rick said without hesitation. Gone was the professional she saw over the past few weeks and back was the frat boy she once detested. Was it all an act to win her trust?
Kara didn't respond and shoved Rick slightly as she walked by. She stopped at the entrance and looked at Jenny and her mother. They did make beautiful statues and she knew they were experiencing a state of bliss. But she hated the fact that it was for Rick. A conversation for another time.
Kara sat at her desk questioning her decision. Even if she hated Rick, he was still going to pay her well for the Office Decor job. Not everyone liked their boss and they still showed up to work. Was it because she didn't want to be a hypocrite, she thought. She told Rick she would never be on display for him and to accept this position would go against her personal conviction. And what about Paul. He had no negative feelings about Office Decor. But being Office Decor for Rick, the very person he heard so many complaints about, that would surely change his opinion. That would lead to questions about the night at Decor or a suspicion that there was an affair and everything Kara worked to keep would blow up in her face leaving her with nothing but a job as a trophy for Rick. She couldn't accept the position, she concluded. To do so would compound more problems than she cared to deal with.
Kara never saw Rick for the rest of the day. She took comfort in the fact that her sister and mother were aware the whole time so she knew Rick couldn't do anything to them to punish her. But she wanted answers from them and there was only one place to get them.
***
Ashley Winters, CEO of Winters Women Incorporated, walked through the spacious office and was greeted halfway by Mr. Lawson.
"Ms. Winters, so good to see you again." Mr. Lawson said as he gave the CEO a hug.
Ashley Winters was a self made woman. She started her own fashion company and slowly built up a clothing empire with her unique and creative designs for women in the workplace. The clothes were sexy, but professional. Form hugging, but comfortable. Every women felt good wearing them and in how they looked.
Ashley's blond hair was tied in a professional bun and her tight green dress comfortably outlined her figure as it extended to just above her knees with a neckline that dipped just enough to show some cleavage but not enough that would be considered promiscuous. On her right hand was her signature Emerald ring.
"Thank you for having me, Mr. Lawson." Ashley said. "I must say I was intrigued to hear about this new Office Decor opportunity."
"Well I've gotten a lot of phone calls, but you're the top of my list Ms. Winters. When we do inevitably start licensing out our product to other corporate offices, it only makes sense to partner with a fashion company. Women will be on display in offices across the country dressed in the latest fashion provided by Winters Women." Mr. Lawson explained. "Offices will pay us to use our freezing technology and Winters Women will pay us a small marketing fee to provide those lucky models with the latest trends in fashion. You get the publicity, we get money. It's a Win-win"
Ashley was intrigued. Her company was doing very well, but she was always interested in new marketing opportunities. Mr. Lawson's offer was something that could potentially catch on and go viral and he promised to keep the initial low rate for the first five years.
"Well let's see what you've got." Ashley said through her passionate smile.
Mr. Lawson directed her to the corner of the room where Macy stood in the new dress provided by Winters Women. It was dark blue with small straps that rested on her shoulders. The back dipped down to just above her ass showing off her soft and delicate skin. Like all of Winters Women's clothes, it was tight fitting, but provided comfort and mobility. Macy wore 5 inch blue heels that matched the dress and emphasized her curvy ass. Her sagging breasts were held in place with a push up bra that provided the deep neckline with plenty of cleavage. The outfit was complete with matching sapphire earrings, necklace, ring and bracelet. Mr. Lawson knew how much Ashley liked matching complimentary jewelry. It was one of her signature moves.
Ashley walked around the frozen model and examined the dress. She liked the idea of having the outfit along with the model as a focal point of the display. Yes she could advertise in commercials, in stores or in fashion shows, but this was subtle advertising. The point of the job was for the woman to be viewed. And as much as the decorative beauty was the main attraction, the outfit could also make or break the entire display. Ashley came around to the front and looked at Macy's sultry gaze. It reminded her of her old modeling days.
"Absolutely beautiful." Ashley said.
"Both the outfit and the model." Mr. Lawson said. "She's one of my favorite pieces."
"How many pieces do you have?" Ashley asked.
"Personally, I have six. I have two, sometimes three I display in the office and the remaining I store away." Mr. Lawson said.
"You pay models to just stand in a closet?"
"Do you wear all the shoes you buy?"
Ashley shook her head.
