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."
