Over the three nights that followed, Mike no longer received late night visits from Hillary. He found himself persona non grata around the house as he ate breakfast alone and spent as much time as possible in the basement avoiding the rest of his housemates. He felt like he had flown to high too quickly - that he had failed his crash course into the family business and would spend the rest of the summer and next year at school mulling over his failures.
When Friday finally rolled around, he was just thankful that the work week was finally ending. Thankfully, his father had not relegated him all the way back to office errand boy but he certainly was not invited to anymore private meetings in his father's corner office. Hillary never came by to spring him from his boredom and the only contact he had with Stacy was bumping into her in the hall at home. She gave him pity looks as they passed. He wasn't sure if they were apologies for failing him or if she felt he had let her down on the Diaz deal.
"Michael, please come to my office," came his step-mother's voice over the intercom. He was startled after finally settling into his work. The last time she requested a meeting, he left turned on, frustrated, and pretty confused.
The office workers cat-called and hollered after Mike from their cubes as he strolled past the bullpen to his step-mother's office.
"Ooooh... somebody's been a bad boy," teased one voice. He wasn't sure if they had any idea about what had transpired between Hillary and him but he felt shame all the same.
"Close the door and have a seat... if you can," Tamara teased him when he appeared at her open office door. He had recovered from the discipline and made a point to flop into one of the metallic chairs in front of her desk to demonstrate his recovery.
"I think we've been a little hard on you, Michael," She said, using his family name. "I think your father and I believed you were ready for action. You're a strapping young man, and I've seen the women you run around with on your Instagram posts so I know you know your way around the ladies. But, here's the thing: what our clients really need is a custom experience, you know? They're looking for something they aren't already getting. Do you understand me?"
"Sure."
"Good. I know my daughter is a trouble-maker but I didn't expect she'd drag you into such a clear violation of our trust. What I'd like to do is give you a second chance. Maybe this wasn't your fault at all. Maybe we threw you into the fire a little too quickly. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think our little discipline session the other day actually excited you a little?"
He stared at his lap silently for a moment, trying to find the correct answer. "Uh, I guess so," he finally muttered.
"That's fine. We can work with that. You're just young. You have a lot to learn. I'm kind of glad you and Hillary are experimenting together. You're not related, after all, and you can keep it safe that way. You know? On that note, do you think you're willing to... keep learning. To find out more about yourself and how your father and I cultivate our clients?"
"Of course. Whatever you need," his eyes perked up to look Tamara in the eyes, hopeful that she was about to present him with an opportunity to regain his standing in the business.
"That's nice to hear. Listen, there's an event later tonight. Hillary usually helps out with it. It's a charity auction, of sorts, at one of our biggest client's estate. We told her we'd help her find eligible singles to auction off." Mike's heart started pounding. What was Tamara getting him into, now? "It's all in good fun, everything's above boards. Unless you're ok with it getting a little naughty? I think I know you well enough to know you like bending some rules, no?"
Mike swallowed hard. "I don't see why I'd stop now?"
"That's my boy." Tamara replied. She stood up and circled around the desk and leaned back into the desk. She tossed her long dark hair behind her, and let him get a good look at the thick round mounds that formed underneath her blouse and vest. "Here's what I need from you," she said and began to run her toes up the inside of his slacks. "Go on home and get some rest and a snack. Then get good and cleaned up. I mean all over," she said, stressing the "all". "Then put on the most stunning suit you've got in your closet and we'll have a car pick you up at 8:30."
"Sure. I can handle that," Mike replied. He closed his eyes and nearly melted as her toes danced up closer to his crotch.
"Oh, and don't get too attached to the suit," Tamara said as she tapped him on the head of his dick and then spun back around to slip her feet into her shoes. She stood, checked her blouse and skirt to make everything was in place, and then opened the door.
"So I'd like you to go home and chew on that," she announced with some gusto so the rest of the office could her as Mike exited the door and didn't look back.
Mike did as instructed: returning home to take a long nap, grab some food, and then shower up. He found one of his sister's razors and used it to trim up the pubic hair on his testicles and shaft of his penis. He always thought women's razors were so much softer on his sensitive areas. After he exited the shower, he made sure to inspect himself in the mirror, looking for any hair growing in any inconvenient locations and then toweled off.
It was hard to keep his hands off his cleanly shaven cock. He started to get hard everytime he even thought about his step mother's overflowing cleavage and the chance to use his own physical gifts to make her happy. He wondered what she had meant when she told him not to get "too attached" to his suit.
Around that time, he heard some clamoring in the hallway. He wasn't alone in the house anymore.
"Yeah, I thought she did a great job with my hair," he heard his step-sister tell someone down the hallway.
Mike took his time dressing, making sure each button was just in the right place and that he picked cufflinks that were just right for this suit. The whole process took until around 8 pm, so he headed downstairs and helped himself to a finger of whiskey from his father's liquor cabinet. No one was around and, in any case, he didn't think his father would object after everything he knew about his son at this point.
The sun was just starting its descent over the hills in the backyard when Mike heard the sound of heels making their way downstairs. He turned to the doorway to see Stacy saunter into the room. His mouth hung open at the sight of her black lacy gown that hugged her hips and showed off her full chocolatey cleavage. Her nipples and areolas were covered by black and white fabric that zig zagged across her chest. Behind Stacy, his sister strutted into the room in a black leather bodice that was cinched up tightly around her apple shaped breasts and a mini-skirt that showed off her long tone legs.
