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This chapter continues the tale with Jim and his plan. Comments and feedback are as always, welcome.
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Tiffany sat at her desk in her office. It was early in the day, but she had gotten into the habit of coming early to the office. This helped her get one or more of her tasks done without much interference. It had been two months since the fateful summer retreat. An event which had changed her life and turned it on its head. In these two months, Jim had not once called her or talked to her about those two nights. Two nights of some amazingly fulfilling sex. She fondly remembered the night which also awakened the dormant Domme personality in her. She had known that Jim would not call her, that he had moved on. However, she had to admit to herself that she was a bit stuck on him. Wisely though, she too had kept her distance and hadn't called him. She had been on the verge many times, but she never did it.
In the last two months a lot had changed in her life. Tiffany had separated from her husband and moved out of their house. The divorce was proceeding. She pooled all her savings and bought a penthouse in the city for herself. In her new life, she had kept up the sexual appetite she had newly found in herself. She had received discrete visits from both Philip, a new intern in her team and Chloe, who was the first girl she'd help dominate and fucked, along with Jim during the Retreat. Chloe proved to be a great sub and adept at pleasing Tiffany and her moods. Her life was in upheaval, but Tiffany was trying to sort her issues out one at a time. She really needed the morning assignments she was receiving to keep her mind off her worries. It was 9:30 am and she didn't have any meetings for another hour, meaning she could keep herself occupied till then. Just then, her secretary beeped in.
"Ma'am, someone is here to meet with you. He says he has an appointment." For a second, Tiffany panicked. She wasn't in a frame of mind to meet someone right now. Coworkers and clients here usually came a little later in the day. She wondered who wanted to see her so early. Had someone found out about her indiscretions?
"Who is it? I'm not aware of any appointment for 9:30."
"Ma'am, it's Jim from the tech team. He says he discussed this appointment over a phone call yesterday."
Hearing the name, she relaxed. She wondered what made Jim suddenly break the silence he had kept up so admirably for the last two months. She felt her irritation with him rise through her. Perhaps she should tell him, she was busy and ask him to come back later when he had an appointment. She would love to snub him. At the same time, however, on hearing his name she already wanted to see him. She so wanted to know why he was in her office so early in the day. She knew there was no point resisting.
"Send him in."
Jim entered the room and prudently waited for the door to close. Then he gave her his signature smile which went all the way up to his twinkling eyes. 'How was she supposed to resist this guy?' thought Tiffany. She tried to keep up her pretense by looking cold and indifferent but wasn't sure if she succeeded. Grudgingly, her face broke into a grin too. She was hurt and angry but then you simply couldn't remain indifferent to Jim for long.
"That is much cooler of a welcome than the last time!" Jim said grinning broadly. "I expected you to run into my arms! Are you
angry
with me?" mocked Jim, knowing full well that she was.
"Because this is
not
a welcome, Jim! I really don't need to stand up for every Tom, Dick, and Harry that comes into my office!" Tiffany said. Her tone was impatient but under control. Jim kept grinning at her and this finally broke her restraint. "You are a fucking bastard, Jim. Where the fuck have you been for the last two months? And then you wake up one day and simply drop by without an appointment, as if you own the office."
Jim was still smiling. He took a chair in front of Tiffany. She was very close to picking up the paperweight from the desk and throwing it at him. Jim loved the way Tiffany was possessive of him. He had missed her too, but the work he had been doing for the past two months was his first priority. He couldn't endanger his plan for anything.
"Tiffany... you knew what you were signing up for. You knew I only do one-night stands without any strings attached."
"Yet, here you are, sitting now right in front of me," said Tiffany sharply.
Jim wasn't making much headway in the conversation. He really did not have much time, and timing was of essence if he wished to pull off his plan successfully. He sighed audibly and pushed back his glasses. He took a moment to compose himself. He knew only the truth or at least most of it would convince Tiffany help him.
"I am here today because I trust you the most in this organization. You do mean a lot to me and there is no one I would rather turn to for help. You are the only one who can help me, and I need that help badly," Jim said looking straight in her eyes.
His voice was earnest and pleading. No one who knew Jim well would have ever thought him to plead to anyone. Tiffany arched her eyebrows, clearly very surprised. She tried reading his face. There was no lie in his eyes. She was genuinely concerned now. For all her irritation, she really cared about Jim.
"Stop!" Tiffany said, looking into the distance. For a second, Jim wondered who she was talking to. Then he heard a noise coming from under her desk like a small animal. Then, there was a loud sound of someone banging their head against the underside of the table. Jim was curious, and he stood up and walked around her desk to the other side. At first, he was shocked with what he saw. Then, he began to laugh uproariously.
Tiffany was sitting naked from the waist down on her chair. Her shaved camel toe was open for viewing to him and he immediately felt his cock stir. Chloe was sitting on her haunches under the desk with her blouse open and mouth glistening. Jim let his eyes roam over Chloe's body. He could feel himself hardening further seeing her naked boobs with inch-long erect nipples. She had a collar on her neck which bore the words 'Tiff's Slut!'. She had turned beet red with Jim gawking at her. He looked back and forth between Tiffany and Chloe and then laughed even harder. Seeing her glistening mouth, Jim guessed that Chloe had been servicing her Mistress's pussy.
"Chloe, you can leave. We will continue where we left off, later," Tiffany spoke with composure.
Chloe got up immediately and stuffed her boobs back in her bra hurriedly and began to button her blouse. Tiffany was proud of her. Chloe had been trained not to stop pleasuring her Mistress's pussy even if interrupted. Today, even after hearing Jim, Chloe kept her focus on her task right in front of her. Of course, Chloe did know through first-hand experience she had no choice because she would be cruelly punished otherwise. Chloe got her buttons wrong the first time and then corrected them, staring at Jim with a seductive smile on her face. Tiffany scowled, mentally noting punish her for her impudence the next time they were alone.
Chloe's eyes shone with expectation at Jim. All through Jim had been smiling and she had been grinning almost stupidly at him. When she finally collected her papers and was about to leave, Jim stopped her. He came near her and Chloe's heart beat faster anticipating him touching her. However, he only straightened her hair with his fingers and removed her collar, which she had carelessly forgotten to remove, and handed it to her.
"You need to be careful. You don't want yourself or your Mistress getting into any kind of trouble, now, do you?" Jim queried seriously. "Maybe I can borrow you from your Mistress for a weekend. You have no idea how much fun we...I could have with your body."
Chloe blushed and looked expectantly at her Mistress, who simply dismissed her with her eyes. As she turned around, Jim smacked her ass hard causing her to yelp and shuffle through the door closing it on her way out.
"She is quite a doll," Jim told Tiffany. She scowled back at him. Partly to change the topic and partly to take back control, she asked, "You said you were here to ask for help?"
"You sure I can speak my mind or am I waiting for other semi-naked girls to jump out from behind the curtains," he teased her.
"Oh, shut up! Very funny! You weren't available...what did you want me to do? Starve myself?"
Jim sat down again. There was a nervous pause before he spoke. Something in his demeanor made Tiffany sit up straight and pay attention.
"Tiffany, I'm serious. I'm taking a big risk coming here. What I am about to tell you cannot get out of this room under any circumstances. I need your help and I wouldn't be here or involve you if there was any other way," Jim said earnestly.
Tiffany was concerned about Jim now. She knew she would do anything to help him out.
"Jim, it's okay. You said you trust me, and you can trust me completely. What is this about? You seem to be worried. How can I be of help?" she asked earnestly.
He smiled.
"So, it's like this. Four years back when Henry became the CEO, he took an uncommon interest in my work. I had no idea why. I didn't and still don't like him much. He, however, kept tabs on my activities and then found out about my, umm...activities with the interns. He then came to meet me and threatened to throw me out. I have always been a little short-tempered and back then, my temper got the better of me. I told him to get lost, to throw me out and see if I cared. It would hit this company harder than me. That momentarily stunned him. He went away that day. He discussed my role with the other senior management members and realized that, what I was saying was not far from the truth. He came back to meet me. This time, in a more congenial manner. He still didn't apologize, but took a different tack. He told me to do a small thing for him and he would let me keep my job if I did it."
Jim took a pause for a deep breath before continuing.
"I had no reason to do it for him. I had nothing to fear from him. At most, I would lose this job, but it wouldn't really be difficult for me to find another one with my skills. I know I should have refused him that day, but I didn't. I regret getting myself into this mess even today," Jim admitted
