At 24 Kerry Hampton had it all going on. She had started her business career at age 8 with a summertime lemonade stand. By age 12 she was selling cold and hot drinks year round. At age 14 she had a devoted social media following learning how to concoct their own recipes and distribute their own product.
All of this while being homeschooled and competing at an elite level as an amateur gymnast. She was ambitious, driven, and determined to make her mark in the world. At age 18 she incorporated Drinks From Kids as a Limited Liability Corporation.
Kerry used neighborhood kids as delivery runners to provide opportunities for them to earn money and stay off the streets. This made her a local hero; especially after she was featured in a TV special on "game changers under 20."
A national supermarket chain was looking for a creative way to turn its delivery operations into a profit center. The Chief Marketing Officer saw a video clip about Kerry while randomly browsing online.
One look, and Frank Turner - the CMO - was smitten twice. Once by the potential of a feel-good story while raking in profits on high margin drinks, with the dynamic Kerry Hampton as the face of its campaigns.
And what a face it was! Captivating wide spread green eyes with dark luxurious lashes. A perfectly proportioned nose above a set of lips that would do a supermodel proud. And the rest of her, think of a certain NYC model with her own clothing line that pranced around in a notorious Robin Thicke video. Except for the eye color, Kerry Hampton was a dead ringer.
Frank Turner couldn't help himself. He was smitten with Kerry Hampton herself! The thought of her stark naked with her legs wrapped around him gave him a ferocious hard-on. "Some day," he thought. Some day. He put together a detailed acquisition plan and a financial model of the increase in transaction value. Although hard to quantify, he claimed a 25% increase in brand value through the association with Kerry's good works in the neighborhoods.
The executive board of Alex Brothers' Markets examined Turner's proposal with great seriousness. They questioned him about his underlying assumptions, his projections, and his marketing plan. Although, truth be told, one look at Kerry would have convinced each board member to throw the corporation's money at her to get her to come on board.
Today was the day Kerry had been working toward for as long as she remembered. A $100 million investment and she still had the chance to empower kids in disadvantaged neighborhoods. Life could not be better.
The executive team awaited Kerry in - of course - the executive boardroom. Alex Brothers' Markets (ABM) still maintained a full business dress code for back office workers, managers, and executives. Kerry matched them, wearing a classic blazer over a blouse and matching skirt.
"Hello Kerry," said Frank Turner. "We're all very excited about you joining our team. Let me perform some introductions. This is Roman Abbala, our CEO, and his son Marcus our CFO. Bob Constantine here is our Executive Secretary and Treasurer. And last but certainly not least this debonair gentlemen, our Chief Security Officer, Mr. Tailor Taylor."
Handshakes all around, although it seemed like Taylor held on just a little bit too long as he gave Kerry a thorough appraisal. Another suit entered the room.
"Oh, let me also introduce our Lead Counsel. Kerry, come over here and meet Killer Kowalski. We just call him that because of his reputation with the ladies, if you'll pardon my saying so. Now that you're on the team, maybe he will calm down a little."
"Let's get these contracts signed," said Kowalski, as he opened his copious briefcase and extracted several documents. These had already been signed by Abbala and Kowalski. Kerry's attorney had thoroughly reviewed them and advised her to proceed. Turner took a pen out of his shirt pocket and gave it to her. She signed and dated everywhere there was a yellow sticker.
"Gentlemen, and lady, let the celebration begin. Kerry, we have prepared a little presentation in your honor. Marcus, could you close the blinds and start the video, please."
The video began to play. Kerry saw that it was a collection of news and TV stories about her creation and development of "Drinks". It seemed like every third or fourth slide was a picture of her; at her desk, or with the kids, or loading drinks onto a truck. There was a video of Kerry accompanying delivery kids on their rounds. A very brief video of the pool party where Kerry had gamely sat in a dunk tank while all the kids tried their best to dunk her by making a free throw at the attached basket. She remembered ruefully that a lot of them got nothing but net, and she had gotten repeatedly wet. Her one piece swimsuit had become just a little too transparent. Good thing the video clip showed her getting into the tank and not coming out of the water. Kerry felt herself blushing at the thought of the senior executives seeing her like that.
The video mercifully came to an end and the lights came back up. Kowalski took a single sheet of paper out of his briefcase and slid it along the table until it was in front of Kerry. She picked it up and began to read.
"Congratulations, Kerry," said Frank Turner. "I'll see you tomorrow in my office bright and early." Have a pleasant evening.
The next day Kerry reported promptly at 7 AM. The first four weeks were a flurry of getting databases loaded, supplier contracts updated, adjusting delivery equipment to accommodate on-board drink mixing, and creating standard reports for the Senior Executive team.
The 2nd month of Kerry's sojourn - a Monday morning - at ABM dawned bright, shiny and with great promise. Frank had promised her early feedback on her performance and she was eager to hear it.
Kerry dressed carefully; she wanted to continue to make a great impression. When she arrived at work, Abbala's executive assistant took her to the Chief Security Officer's wing. She found him and Frank Turner both waiting for her.
"Kerry, some disturbing allegations were made about you after you joined the company," began Turner. "I was sure it was all nonsense from jealous people, but I asked Killer to look into it, just to be on the safe side. Tell her what you found."
"Well, Kerry, sometimes where there is smoke, there is actually a fire. Your company had a serious loan come due about a year and a half before we made our investment in you. Somehow you got the money to repay the loan. We couldn't figure out how you did it.
"Last week we had a session with the designers of some new image search technology," Turner interjected. "It has a lot of potential for online shoppers. After we finished testing it with a bunch of SKUs we fed our own images into it. Your image happened to be in the file we grabbed. Something very interesting happened. We found a lot of images on the web that we expected to find. We also found some other things."
Kerry could feel her breath caught in her throat, and a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She tried to take the offensive.
"Does this have anything to do with me? Are you wanting me to get involved with this new technology?" Kerry inquired.
"Not exactly, but it does involve something you did with the Internet. We found some, shall I say, interesting items that I would like to show you." Turner flipped a few switches on the wall behind him. LCDs lit up all over the room.
"Kerry, I'd like you to watch closely, and tell me if you can identify anyone on the screen."
A video began playing. Two men and a younger looking woman sat on a couch, with the woman in the middle. Her face was obscured.
"Anything?" asked Kowalski.
"No, I don't think so," answered Kerry. She knew exactly who was in the middle of that couch. She had vivid memories of making several videos. Which is what it took to pay off her loans.
On-screen the men began unbuttoning the woman's blouse. When only one button remained, the right-hand man slowly lowered her bra straps just enough so that her nipples peeked out above the cups of the bra. The left hand man ran his hand over her nipples with a gentle caress. Then he grabbed each nipple with a thumb and forefinger and pulled it up, lifting her breasts completely out of the bra. Her blouse was pulled down her arms and set to the side.
"Not much point in this bra anymore, is there?"
The woman reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She tossed it to the side, and pulled her skirt up around her waist. She pulled her thong to one side, revealing a tight pussy. She ran one finger down her lips and pushed it in deep. She gripped herself with the other fingers and the palm of her hand.
Although her face was obscured, a tight toned figure showed she could not have been much over 18. She showed no reluctance, rather an eagerness to have some serious fun.
The woman closed her legs, pulled off the thong and sat back. She spread her legs wide. The two men massaged and then caressed her legs, especially her inner thighs. She moved her hands to her tits as the men raked her inner thighs with their fingernails.
"Still nothing?" inquired Kowalski again. Kerry was silent. Her face had turned a bright red. At that point there were two hands working her pussy to fever pitch.
"Let me help you out," said Turner. He touched another button, and as the video continued, Kerry's face gradually came into focus. Turner paused the video.
"Now for the last time Kerry," said Kowalski in his deep, strong voice. "Who is that starring in a porno?"
At this point Kerry could no longer stave off the inevitable. The proof was right in front of her eyes.
"It's me," she confessed.
"You know, Kerry. This will reflect very poorly on the company. And you had the effrontery to lie to two members of the Senior Executive team. That is grounds for firing you, and you walk away with nothing.
"Or, if you are willing to accept our guidance in all regards, we can help you rehabilitate your career. The choice is yours. Either leave now or sign this document." He slid a single sheet of paper across the table. She began to read it, when it was snatched out of her hand.
"I believe I said, 'sign' the document, not 'read' it. Are you going to sign or not?"
This time Kowalski took a black sheet of paper and covered all but the signature blank at the bottom of the page. No way could Kerry read the document. She thought about turning on her heel and walking right out, but she feared what might happen to the videos. Really, she had no choice.
"I'll sign," she said.
