Blond Ambition, Part 3
This story is a work of fiction and may disclose various sexual and social subjects such as female/female sex, male/female sex, sexual reluctance, group sex, non-protected sex, degradation, drugs, alcohol, exhibition, nonconsent, pregnancy, and subrogation. The characters in this story are all of the age of consent, which means they are adults by law. The author neither condones nor condemns any or all acts portrayed herein.
Excerpt from the end of Part 2. "I reclined, my fingers in my swampy, wet snatch, basking in the sexual afterglow. Robert pushed Mickie to the floor and mounted her from behind, plowing into her pussy until he climaxed again. I love the stamina of guys under thirty."
They can typically go three to four rounds before they need rest. Older guys typically last longer but can only pop a nut once or twice. Anyhow, Robert was drained after four.
I tried to revive his manhood after his last joust with Mickie orally, but he was in dire need of rest.
I was also tired, so I went to my room, showered, then went to bed for the evening. The following morning I got up and went to work; Mickie and Robert were gone. Arriving at the office, I was greeted by my supervisor, who congratulated me for landing Mr. Ginopolis and his company's marketing contract.
They started giving me more assignments, which meant more evening dinners that led to more drinking and, as one might imagine, more fucking. I became an account manager in six months, securing twelve new accounts.
I recruited Mickie to help me seduce my more unique clients with a hunger for the unusual. I found a few clients that had a keen interest in TVs. Mickie was very reluctant at first, so I tried persuading her. When she persisted, I threatened to throw her out.
It was harsh but effective. We argued, and she called me a whore. She told me that fucking my way to the top would only turn me into a slutty whore. I slapped her mouth. She cried and apologized, begging me not to toss her ass out on the street. I made her promise to do my bidding, no matter what. She must submit to my demands.
Mickie agreed. So I ordered her to eat my snatch and not touch herself while doing so. She had always licked and sucked like a lesbian slut. When I was satisfied, I said, "You and I are very much the same." "We will both fuck or suck to get or keep what we have or want."
She hung her head and said, "Yes."
I held her head in both hands and kissed her deeply, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and asking her, "Are you my slut bitch?"
Mickie looked at me with glossy eyes and replied, "Yes, Samantha, I am your slut bitch."
I replied, "Don't you ever forget it."
Mickie and I fucked, sucked, seduced, and coerced dozens of men and women to bring their accounts to me and the company I worked for. This did not go unnoticed, and I was promoted to general manager, which pissed off more than a few aggressive up-and-coming account executives.
It also caught the attention of Darnel Brown, the owner of a very competitive marketing firm. Darnel was a very patient, savvy man who worked his way up through the trenches. He set a plan to get evidence against me so he could force me to work for him.
I never thought that anyone could turn the tables on me. I thought I was being smart and careful.
But Darnel was craftier. He sent in some ringers to get the goods on me. He had gained access to the suite we used to put up and entertain our clients. His tech squad found our spy cameras and left them in place. But knowing the transmitting frequencies, they were able to link into them and record us without our knowledge.
Mickie was smart, but they were smarter. They had watched us seduce and coerce dozens of clients. They had us fucking and sucking cocks and cunts on video. Darnel left us plenty of rope on which to hang ourselves. We unknowingly provided him with everything he needed.
He didn't blow the whistle on us. He set up a meeting with my boss, Mr. Sutton, and offered to buy the company. When Mr. Sutton politely told him no, he produced the videos, which gave him all the leverage.
He told Mr. Sutton to sell and leave quietly, or the tapes would go to the State's attorney. Mr. Sutton agreed to sell and left quietly through a back door. Over the next few weeks, things were changing. No one was confident of anything. People were being interviewed. Some were leaving the interview, never to return to their offices.
Others weren't talking. They were sworn to secrecy. Everyone was on edge. Accounts were being reviewed and reassigned to other offices. I was notified that Darnel would be interviewing me the next day.
I dressed very sharply for that meeting. I wanted to impress Darnel Brown. I waited in my office all day in anticipation of our meeting. At the end of the day, I went to his office, and his secretary told me he had urgent business and would reschedule with me.
The following day, I was beckoned to his office. I entered his office, and he said, "Sit down please, Miss Johnson, without lifting his head to greet me."
I sat down, feeling a little tingle run up my spine like electricity. The room had an electrifying atmosphere. For the first time in years, I was very uncomfortable, like a little girl who had done something wrong.
Mr. Brown cleared his voice and said, "Do you know why you are here?"
I replied, "No sir."
He said, "Well then, let me get to the point of this meeting."
I shifted my weight nervously from one ass cheek to the other.
"You have quite an impressive portfolio, Miss Johnson," said Darnel.
"Thank you, sir," I replied.
"It must have been hard work to land such very large accounts."
Again, I replied, "Yes sir."
He grinned and said, "Indeed, at times you even broke a sweat."
I looked at him dumbfounded and said, "Excuse me, sir?"
He grinned, then his expression changed to one of contempt as he said, "I wasn't complimenting you, you fucking slut."
I was shocked by his tone and surprised by his candor.
He saw my confused look and said, "Oh yes, Miss Johnson, I have hours of you fucking and sucking the cocks and cunts of some of the most influential people in business."
I just sat there staring in disbelief.
"What have you got to say in your defense, young lady?" He asked.
All I could do was think about getting out of there as soon as possible. I said, "I'll clear my desk and be gone by the end of the day, sir."
Darnel replied, "No, you won't, at least not today."
I felt vulnerable, like a little girl being scolded.
He said, "Stand up."
I nearly jumped to my feet.
Then he said, "Remove your clothes."
I replied "What?" as I wasn't sure I heard him correctly.
He replied, "I said, remove your clothes."
I replied, "My clothes, sir?"
"Yes, your clothes, all of them. "I've seen you naked for hours getting fucked and cocking cocks and cunts; surely being naked in front of me isn't so difficult."
I reached up and started removing my clothes. He had me. I didn't know what else to do.
He cleared his throat and said, "Call your little TV slut and tell her to come here."
I called Mickie and told her to meet me at the office.
Darnel went to the door and told his secretary to let Mickie in when she got here and then leave for the day after locking up.
She nodded and replied, "Yes sir, have a good night."
Darnell said, "You too, Rose."
He closed the door and said, "Continue."
I removed the rest of my clothes and was standing in front of my new boss, naked. He reached down and unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. He pushed his pants and underwear to the floor and sat in his office chair.
He then said, "I'm sure you know how to handle a cock."
I stood there like a dumb bitch and said, "Yes sir."
"Well, come on over here and start slobbering on my cock, you stupid fucking bitch," he yelled.
I felt weak in the knees. This was the first time anyone had the upper hand with me, and I was being told what to do.
He said, "Over here and suck my cock."
I winced at his harsh words and started moving in his direction. When I got close enough, he grabbed my arm, jerked it down, and said, "On your fucking knees, bitch, suck it like you did Roberts."
He saw the look of surprise on my face and said, "Oh, you didn't know?"
"Know what, sir?" I replied.
"Robert is my son and vice president of my firm," he said as he waited for my look of confusion.
"Yes, it seems you like cock--black, white, Asian, Mexican--but apparently it doesn't matter as long as you can suck it or get stuffed by it," he said.
