When I came to the company it was run by Mr. Southerland. Actually he was the Board President and the founder and we got along great. But the old guy had this thing for good looking young ladies and whenever he hired anyone it was first for their looks and second for their talents. I didn't really mind and he actually wrote me an agreement that if I stayed with him and the company for five years, he would give me a reward of twenty percent of the company's shares. The company had prospered and was now worth millions so I was in for a hell of a lot of money in four months.
Things got a little dicy just after he died and his daughter, Rena, took over.
Actually she only visited the company two or three times a month while her father was alive and spent most of the time hanging around my desk. I don't know which she was more interested in, learning how to run the business or trying to make out with me.
I used to attend parties given by her father, Mr. Southerland, about once a month at his place, and Rena who was about sixteen the first time I met her, was a little aggressive and spoiled. Almost every time I was at a party she would try something, you know, childish things like jumping into my arms and asking for a kiss, foolish things but after a while she got more forward. I mean she stopped being coy and actually would proposition me.
Questions like; "want to get together later, or did you know the seats in dad's car lay back and turn into a sort of bed?"
Since she was Mr. Southerland's pride and joy, I wouldn't go near her, but I was tempted. She was a beauty even back then. Chestnut hair, dark flashing eyes and she was fully developed even at that time. As time went on she would almost have temper tantrums when I politely begged off on the offers and she would pout and glare at me all during the parties.
Anyway, the company manufactures and distributes lingerie to shops that specialize in erotic attire for women. You know, lacy, skimpy undergarments and other sexually arousing attire. Anyway when Rena took over she cut back in certain departments and expanded our line, and now we were handling gadgets that women might want to use when there wasn't a man around. You know what I mean.
Now I know different people have different things that give them pleasure in life. Maybe it's collecting something or going places, or even reading books, but Rena was more into self satisfaction and taking over the company was just what she wanted. She got a kick out of dominating others or by proving to herself and others, who was in charge. For her it was almost an obsession.
Now I'm not a prude, but I don't think sex should be a condition of employment. But when she called me into her office she laid down the law. Or in a round about way suggested that I never say no to anything she suggested. Emphasizing, ANYTHING.
Even before Mr. Southerland had passed away, Rena had started to take over. Suggesting that the company could use the girls from the various departments to model our merchandise instead of hiring professional models, not a really bad idea since Mr. Southerland only hired girls who were beautiful and business wise.
When she began to make changes in the upper level staff it became obvious that she was continuing her father's practice of hiring women who were both beautiful as well as talented.
Anyway, when she increased the product line to include items like vibrators and dildos, the modeling sessions got a little steamy.
Rena began to form a sort of group of elite around her. The most attractive of her staff, was Sara Langley, our head accountant. Then there was Debbie Travana, another beauty who was in sales.
For some reason, I was included in the elite group, and quite frankly I tried to think of every excuse possible to be excluded. Not possible. When Madam Southerland summons, it's not an invitation, it's an order.
Since she had taken over and moved into her dad's office two months ago, she had been too busy rearranging things to really get out among the staff, except that is for my office. She would breeze by my secretary and barge in, no matter what I was doing and proceed to sit down for some stupid chat about nothing in particular.
From what I heard, she was holding afternoon cocktail parties with her entourage in her office, though when I attended, it got very quiet and conversations would suddenly stop. My little secretary, Kristen, and I guess most others sort of suspected that they were more interested in girl on girl sort of things. Probably more lesbian get togethers than just cocktail parties.
Then on Tuesday afternoon I got a call to go to her office. I knocked and she opened the door and I walked in. She closed the door behind her and locked it. At that point I figured I was going to be fired or something but she just asked me to sit down on the couch. Then she began.
"You know Randy, having a job with my company is more than just business as usual. It sometimes may require you to do special things that aren't in your job description. You know, performing little extra things that help us maintain a sort of family atmosphere. Also you must know that in a few months you stand to get a lot of company stocks. That is unless you leave or are terminated. Do you understand where I'm coming from?"
I certainly did. Do what she wanted or lose a hell of a lot of money.
She paused and walked around from behind her desk. Now Rena is and always was a beautiful Brunette with long chestnut red highlights in her hair, and now standing beside her desk she was really quite stunning. She had a black leather maxi skirt on, slit up the side, and wore a light blue silk blouse that was so sheer I could see her bare breasts and hard nipples pressing against the fabric.
As she went on, she began to unbutton the front of her blouse and open it; exposing the most supple and firm 28D's imaginable. She continued.
"You know that for years I've sort of had this thing for you, Randy and every time I tried to get your attention you had an excuse. Either I was too young, or daddy wouldn't approve or something like that. Hell I even begged you to fuck me once or twice and you turned your back. Do you have any idea how that makes a woman feel? To offer yourself and be snubbed?"
I can't count the times that I went up stairs after a party and furiously tried to release my frustrations by masturbating until my hand would get too weak to go on and I would cry myself to sleep. You will never, ever say no to me again. If you do your out and along with it, your percentage of the company. Do you understand?"
I nodded and she reached down and unfastened her skirt, it fell and she stood there in only the briefest of lacy panties and nothing else. She paused, walked closer, and held each breast in the palm of her hands. Her fingers cruelly rolling each hard pink nipple as her painted nails dug into the soft mounds of flesh.
