Charlotte got dressed and left a little while later. "As much as I'd love to stay, I have to get home to my boys," she offered as she bid us goodbye. "When I told them not to wait up for me to get home, they both gave me a cheeky grin, the little bastards." She grinned widely. "Tony even told me to have fun with Uncle Bas and Aunt Lenore. Too big for their own britches and growing up too fast. They can take care of themselves and I'd love to spend the night, but I gotta go. Beth, you have your orders."
Beth smiled and said, "Yes, Ma'am." I thought it a little funny that Beth was the oldest of the three and in some ways the most accomplished, but at the bottom of their hierarchy.
The following morning, Ellie and Barb joined the rest of the girls preparing breakfast. Lori approached me. She was frowning. "Boss, Ellie and Barb stayed in our room last night. They told me about their problem with the computer virus. Why didn't you call Kat and me to help?" I told her because they were in school and I figured I could handle it on my own. "Yeah, of course you can, but that is our job in the family. We're your computer girls!" She almost sounded offended. Kat stepped up to listen and offer Lori support.
"Look, I identified the problem, stopped it and made a quick fix to defend their system," I said. "They needed their computer up and running to conduct business. I plan to go over Sunday morning when there is plenty of time to do a full restructuring of their security. I traced the virus to an email but did nothing more than sequester it for now. It looks like a simple remote access program. I planned to find out who sent it later. I think they need to have the computer completely tuned to make it run faster. We'll have to examine it to see if we need to save all files and reformat the whole system. At this point I don't think that necessary. Would you and Kat like to go along and help?"
"Nope! We want to do it ourselves. We'll totally optimize the system and fix it so nobody can ever drop a bug into it without it being squashed and us being alerted. We already planned to trace that remote access program back to its source. You can supervise US, Boss, if you want to go along." Kat said, firmly. "We already talked all this over with Ellie. We know what they need and we are the girls to get the job done."
Beth was amused. "Wow, Boss! Sounds like you just got told!" she said with a giggle. "Ellie and Barb do the same thing with me." I grinned and shrugged. I knew the girls would insist on participating once they heard about the problem. It was just the thing they lived for. Beth returned to her task taking written notes of something on her cell phone. I asked her what she was doing.
"Charlotte wanted me to compare the emails with the names of the women who sent me text messages. She wants me to keep track of how many individual women have contacted me this week. Later I'll count how many enclosed a picture. I got ten more texts last night and three so far this morning. Only six women have sent me multiple messages. Two have sent me one every day. There are several new numbers that I can't identify so some of them might be from the same women but using an unknown phone. But any way you look at it, I have more than sixty women on my ass actively pushing me to submit to them. And most of them seem to have included a picture."
I asked how it made her feel. "Like the submissive town dyke I told you about last night. But at the same time, I am empowered to resist because I have you, Lenore and Charlotte in my corner watching out for me." Beth gave me a warm smile.
Somehow, Lenore convinced me to accompany Beth as she made her rounds today. "You might learn something, Bas. You'll at least be able to see how a rich business mogul spends her day. It's not like she is going to be collecting bags of money, but she has people to see and a few management meetings to attend. Tag along and watch," Lenore had said. "You've seen Beth's slut side. Observe her in her other role, that of savvy businesswoman."
Barb and Ellie left Beth at my house and went home. Beth showered and put on her makeup in my bedroom. She only had to go home to put on fresh business clothes. I dressed in my own version of business attire, a shirt with a collar and nice jeans. I had casual type shoes on my feet instead of my normal athletic shoes. Beth looked at me and frowned. "I thought you were going to wear business clothes," she offered carefully, obviously trying not to offend, but her displeasure was evident.
"This is how I dressed when I ran my computer programming company," I said with a grin. I knew she was far less comfortable than me. "I made millions dressed just like this. It's not the clothing but the person inside that makes the difference."
She still did not seem satisfied with my attire. I took her home to dress. As promised, I'd drive her around and attend her meetings but took my laptop in case I got bored. She'd forwarded the texts and emails of the unknown contacts. I thought I might try to identify some of them.
When she huffed again about the importance of making a good impression, I decided to counter. "Tell me, if I took your panties and bra away and made you go commando all day, would you still feel as empowered in that gray pinstripe power suit?" I asked with a half-smile. Her outfit contrasted sharply with my attire.
She shook her head and begged, "Please, don't do that. I need to be in charge at these meetings. I need to make a presence. Even if nobody else knew I was bare underneath, I'd know you'd taken them. I'd feel submissive and it would reflect in my behavior."
"See? It's not the clothing people see. It's the attitude of the person wearing them," I said as we drove to her first meeting, one with the management of a small trucking firm she either owned or controlled. She did not say another word about my clothes.
I sat and listened as her management team presented the week's profit and loss statement, short and long-term plans, and a myriad of other things concerning the company. I could follow along at first as it was mildly interesting but found my eyes crossing half way through and I began to zone out. I hoped my head would not bob down and I'd begin to snore, but I soon found it all boring as Hell.
In contrast, Beth was invigorated. She was not rude or evenly overly aggressive but left no doubt she was the boss and they reported to her. She'd offer advice here and there and asked how she could help. One manager suggested she speak to the owner of a company with whom they were negotiating a contract. They were competing with another firm. I suspected the manager could have had one of his people do it, but knew Beth lived for that type of thing. "Arrange a time. Coordinate with Ellie and give her all the details." Beth said and added, "I'll see what I can do."
I was surprised to see Sarah Lafitte at the next meeting. It turned out this was one of their shared enterprises. Beth took Sarah to one side to give her a quick explanation why I was present. I heard Sarah chuckle and nod at me. I half listened to the discussion as I set to work on my laptop. "Not your cup of tea, huh, Bas?" Sarah asked me when they called a break. I shook my head. "I've dragged Derek to a couple of these meetings since he is part owner, but he'd rather stay at home, drink beer and do his thing. About the only time he could stay halfway interested was during the early stages of setting up the turbine company." She leaned close and whispered, "It's nice you are watching out for Beth. I've heard some vague rumors of something going on. I'll have to look into it."
Beth insisted we had to stop by Charlotte's Boutique so she could report in as ordered. Charlotte, as expected, was amused but happy Beth obeyed her standing orders. "I'm glad she followed instruction, Bas," Charlotte said. "I'd have reddened her butt if she hadn't and she knows it. Rules are rules. And you know she has to phone Lenore as well. It doesn't matter if you are with her and acting as our proxy." Beth said she already touched base with Lenore once that morning to give her a quick rundown of what we were doing. "Good girl!" Charlotte said. Beth grinned at the praise. She'd reverted from hard business woman to submissive in a few short moments.
We'd decided to eat lunch at the bistro down the street and invited Charlotte to join us but she refused. "I cooked breakfast this morning and ate with the boys so I'm not hungry. Plus, I gotta watch my figure for the Boss." She smiled as she rubbed both hands down her sides and across her hips. She was in no danger of getting fat.
"I wanted the boys to know, without my saying it, I was home early enough to get a good night's sleep. I'm pretty sure they heard me come in. Their lights were off in their rooms even though it wasn't even ten o'clock. I don't want them to think their mother is a slut." Charlotte laughed. "Not that it matters, they know where I was and I'm sure what I was doing in general terms. I'm cooking supper tonight and have a good menu planned. I have a pork loin in the fridge defrosting slowly." She turned to Beth. "It's one from a feral hog. You'll get some meat this weekend. You heard me tell your girls you are going to help butcher hogs Saturday." Beth nodded and replied with a "Yes, Ma'am."
On the way to the diner, I told Beth if she had any reservations about going along Saturday morning, nobody was going to force her. "Oh, no! Don't you be letting me out of things, Bas. You need to make me toe the line in EVERY respect. I appreciate Charlotte's rules. Methadone, remember? She is doing exactly what we'd agreed upon and I am going to do exactly what I obligated myself to do- OBEY."
"Okay, I'll play my part," I said. Beth grinned and took my hand as we walked along. She sucked in her breath when we entered the cafe. I'd been there before. It was a nice place to eat breakfast or lunch. They served a decent variety and always offered something different as the lunch special. Many of the local businessmen and women ate there. "What is wrong?" I asked when I felt her shudder and her grip on my hand tighten.
"Those four women over there. The blonde is Valerie, the one I told you about last Friday. She and woman next to her, Angela, are the ones who took my panties and displayed me before turning me over to Charlotte. I've also served the other two women a few times. I can't avoid them seeing me. Please stay close."
"No problem," I assured her. "Just remember you are with me and you will do what I order, not them." She gave my hand another squeeze.
We found a booth and sat down. The waitress came over quickly, handed us menus, and took our drink orders. We both decided on the catfish platter, today's special. "I suddenly have got to pee, Bas," Beth said. "I don't know if it's nerves or the coffee I drank earlier. Probably a little of both. I hope none of them try anything." She referred to the four women across the room. I told her to just be tough, say she was with me and ignore them. She gave me a wan smile and stood up.
