The venerable Barclay's Lighting Inc. was about to enter into a merger with their long time rivals, Lucifer Inc. Sam Barclay, the sixth in a long line of tough, savvy Barclay chairmen had resisted the merger for years, but had finally come to believe that one massive company would dominate the worldwide industry. All the press releases glowed with positive news of how both companies would grow and prosper under combined management - how industry titans Sam Barclay and Gary Jackman would share responsibilities equally. Of course, in business nothing happens as one expects it will.
The Barclays were an extremely respected and privileged family, with a fantastic home in the suburbs, two Mercedes, and their country "cottage" that was more like a ranch. Sam Barclay's only daughter, Victoria, was a much envied girl of 19. Privately-schooled, athletic and highly intelligent, she had the looks to make men weak and her girlfriends question their sexual orientation. Blond, tall, with long sexy legs, shapely ass, smooth, toned belly, and perfect, 34C breasts that she was particularly proud of.
Victoria was famously close to her father. She admired his intelligence, his business savvy, and, more than anything else, his power. But secretly, she was more than a loving, admiring daughter. She recognized that there was something between them - an energy that could only be described as sexual. Her mother ignored it, pretending it was a phase. Her father, affected by it, did his best to suppress the feelings that stirred within him. Victoria on the other hand, did her utmost to satisfy her needs. She wasn't a virgin - she had slept with two lucky boys on a school trip to Paris when she was just 18. From the beginning she had loved oral sex, relishing the idea of being on her knees in front of a boy, but maintaining complete control over the sexual act at the same time (at least that had been her experience). But they were only boys, and she couldn't seem to get her father's image out of her mind when she was aroused. Horny as hell, and frustrated by the lack of sexual satisfaction, she kept herself in top form, exercising daily to keep her luscious body in perfect condition. She bought clothes to accentuate her looks - sheer, thong panties, fitted t-shirts, short skirts, tight, low-rider jeans and sexy shoes and sandals that showed off her legs. She would walk around the house barely dressed each morning, knowing the effect it had on him. She kissed her father whenever remotely appropriate, sometimes "accidentally" on the mouth. She cruelly sat in his lap whenever possible, enjoying both his discomfort and the hardness that developed there within seconds. The resulting family dynamic was complex to say the least, with Victoria slyly seducing her father, her delusional mother turning a blind eye, and Sam Barclay doing a lot of jerking off in the shower, trying not to think about his undeniably sexy daughter in that way. For godsake, he had a multinational corporation to run.
Success in the family business meant that Victoria was expected to take over the reins someday. To this end, Sam encouraged Victoria to be with him constantly from the time she was a little girl. Sam's goal was to raise her to take over the corporation at some point, and so he kept her up to speed on all the ins and outs of his dealmaking. Victoria was a quick study, and learned quickly how to recognize weakness in an opponent and capitalize on it. "Show no mercy," he taught her.
Victoria had shared in her father's excitement about the merger, but as the date drew near, she noticed a distinct change in her father's attitude towards the upcoming marriage of the two giant corporations. Sam Barclay's optimism had vanished. In fact, there seemed to be a sort of mood of panic about her father, something Victoria had never witnessed before. She asked her father about it, but he refused to discuss it. As the merger date approached, he began to withdraw. He seemed tired, even...weak.
The merger date came. That night, Sam Barclay arrived home, uncharacteristically drunk. It was clear that something had happened.
Victoria decided to visit her father at work the next day after the merger was completed. As usual, she pulled up to the front door of the main office in her yellow VW Beetle, dropped her keys at the security desk and breezed into the executive suites. She was well aware of the admiring looks she got from the male staff, watching her perfect, tight ass in her $300 jeans as she strolled down the gleaming floors of the executive office hallway. Outside the Chairman's door, her dad's secretary Janet (who was of course gorgeous, late 20's and very sexy) was on the phone. Victoria had to admit to herself that if she had ever thought about being with a woman, somehow Janet had snuck into the fantasy. She was jealous of the way Janet interacted with her father and skillfully protected him from unwanted calls and visitors. She was fascinated at the subtle flirtation, and the unspoken communication that went on between them. There was a real trust there.
But this time, something seemed wrong.
"Your dad has moved offices."
"What do you mean? How come you are still here then?
"Mr. Jackman is now using this office. And I am working for Mr Jackman now."
Victoria processed this, trying to figure out what had gone on. She looked at Janet closely. She seemed different. A professional edge. Harder.
"Where is my dad?"
"Down the hall, next to the board room"
Janet went back to her telephone conversation, dismissing Victoria. Victoria was pissed off. Who did she think she was? Had she forgotten that her father was Chairman of the company? Or at least co-chair....
