I trembled as I signed the contract. I was literally giving my father the power to do whatever he stipulated if I failed to bring in the Kingsley account for his firm. My father, Richard Stephens, was a power broker in the business world and in the lives of those around him. Today I would know if I won the Kingsley account or if I was signed, sealed and delivered over to my father. I waited impatiently in my office for the call. My thoughts strayed to my father as I waited. Even in his late forties, he hadn't lost his sensuality or his dark good looks. He looked more like a dark sensual Italian prince than the prince of the power deals that had made him millions.
"Maria, your father wants you in your office immediately, " my secretary said as she came into my office. I got up slowly and brushed off my white linen suit.
"Wish me luck, " I said I as I walked into my father's office.
He was dressed in a dark blue silk robe which meant he had finished with his day's activities. He kept a bedroom in the adjoining room in case he worked late at night.
"Come here, my sweet Maria," my father said," I have just heard from Kingsley."
He turned on the television set that he used for business purposes...
"Richard in careful consideration of your daughter's offer, I have to refuse it at this time. She failed to make me an offer that I could refuse. I just wish she had, " Thomas Kingsley said,"She isn't using her full capacity in brokering a deal. Maybe you can teach her a thing or two about that. Maybe some other time, we could reconsider this offer. Good night, Richard."
Tears started running down my cheeks as I realized I had failed my father. My father turned off the tv and walked up behind me.
I turned to face him. I pushed my long wavy red hair back as I stood trembling before him.
"Maria, you are mine now signed, sealed and delivered. It is time
you start living up to contract, " he ordered," Fix me vodka on the rocks and one for you."
I walked slowly over to his bar and poured the vodka over the ice.
I handed him his drink. I gulped my drink down in nervousness.
I took off my linen jacket. I suddenly felt hot. I wasn't used to drinking very much.
"Pour yourself another drink," my father ordered as he sat down in
his chair, "Make sure it is a good stiff drink."
He placed his legs up on his desk...it opened up his silk robe to reveal his hairy muscular chest. It had been ages since I saw a man's body displayed so sensually. As I fixed another drink, I felt a tingling sensation in between my legs than a wetness on my panties.
This couldn't be happening to me, I'm getting turned on by my own father. I walked back towards to my father.
"Sit on my desk in front of me and take off that blouse. Don't look so stunned, Maria. You will be taught by me how to broker a deal...and that includes using your sexuality in the process."
