I straightened my back and puffed out my chest trying to expel the butterflies in my stomach as I pushed open the big doors to the reception area of Fiona's offices and entered the big plush area. Fiona was standing over by the drinks machine and came over as soon as I came in looking a lot more refreshed than she did just over twenty minutes ago.
"Take me to his office then whore," I said a little louder than I should as Fiona hushed me and looked over in the direction of the middle aged women on the reception desk, "Lead the way," I said.
"Yes owner," she said and lead me over to the escalators in the corner and we entered the first one that opened on the right.
Once inside she pressed the number 2 and we started upwards stopping less than thirty seconds later as the lift creaked to a halt and the doors opened on to an expansive open plan office area. As we stepped out I checked out the expensive surroundings and furniture that made up a waiting area come lounge, that sported two large leather sofas and an arm chair in front of a big coffee table and wall mounted fifty inch TV.
Fiona lead me over to the far right of the floor, the opposite end to where the signs for the kitchen and toilets were pointing and we passed a little store cupboard and then came across the end of the building where four closed doors were in front and to our left and right.
Directly in front of me was the door I was looking for and emblazoned across the middle on a gold plaque was the name Francis Mulherne CEO, next to his door about six foot to the left was another door with the same gold plaque with the name Derek Suttor and like the other door further to the left with the name Robin Wilfindon on it they both had PARTNER after their names. Round to the right on the side where Fiona was standing was a set of double doors that were sporting the plaque labelled Conference room.
"Knock the door," I told her.
Fiona hesitantly approached the door and knocked twice and then stepped back.
"Come in," Francis shouted from inside the room.
Fiona was hesitating again so nudged her in the small of her back making her topple a little on her heels towards the door but she steadied herself in time to pull the handle down and we entered Francis's huge office.
"Fiona," he said and then stopped as he saw me enter behind and shut the door.
It was pretty much now or never and I had to act confident.
"Who's this Fiona and what do you want?" Francis asked sitting back in his chair still showing all the signs of the powerful arrogant man.
This is when I had to show my control over Fiona at least, "Tell him who I am whore," I said still standing behind her. I watched Francis's expression change and his eyes flicked from me to her but he didn't look panicked.
"This is my owner," she said meekly before lowering her gaze from Francis towards the floor.
He laughed, "Your owner!" he said surprised, "You just get more and more interesting don't you Fiona?" he said not really expecting an answer and Fiona didn't give him one, "You wasn't doing much owning earlier today young man let me assure you of that," he said trying to belittle me but he wasn't ready for what I was going to say next.
"Yeah I was a good performance from you Mark and Nick, especially when you all come over my whores face," I said as I watched the smirk leave his face, "You see Francis I it wasn't for me setting this whole thing up and sending you that message the other night you'd be none the wiser about Fiona's other qualities would you?" I asked him.
"Erm, erm," Was all he could mutter so I continued.
"Understand something Francis my mother in law here," I started to say.
"Oh shit this just gets weirder and weirder," he said slumping back in his seat.
"As I was saying my mother in law here is my whore and does as I tell her and ends up in situations like the one she's in now because I instigate them and make her do it, now from the help Mark gave me by installing a camera in her office I've been able to watch the last few days activities, and I felt it was time I came for a little chat with you Francis," I said stepping forward and pulling up a chair uninvited, my way of showing that I was holding my own with him.
"Have a seat," he said sarcastically but I never responded to him or his cheap shot.
"Now it's simple what I'm after Francis, I gather my whore here will become your secret weapon in the world of closing deals shall we say?" I asked him.
"Yes that's what I had in mind," he said
"I like the new job title by the way, sounds more professional than office whore I suppose, anyway Francis here's what I want," I said to him leaning forward on to his desk, "For the use of my whore I want to be able to see her in action, via video camera from these offices to our house," I said sitting back.
"Is that all?" he asked
"No I want a thousand quid for every deal her body helps seal as well as my whore getting her percentage," I told him.
He pondered for a moment and then said, "Why don't I just tell you to fuck off and sack the stupid bitch?" he said.
He did actually have a point he could save himself a shit load of money in her salary and bonus but then again he knew the worth of Fiona and after all he was a businessman, "Francis you are a clever businessman I'm sure so you know as well as I do you'd be cutting your nose off to spite your face," I said and he nodded in acceptance of the fact.
"I won't be able to have the cameras installed by Monday," he said.
"That's not a problem Francis I'm sure you have enough clout to make somebody record any events that happen until you get the technology set up?" I said to him.
"Yeah that won't be a problem," he said.
All this time Fiona had been stood behind where I was sitting waiting like an obedient little dog and I thought it was about time I should Francis just what I meant about how she does things when I tell her too, also I wanted demonstrate to Francis that she was more than willing for cock in her arse, an attribute Francis had thus far failed to exploit.
