The PA, Barbara was her name he thought, pressed a button and spoke into her wireless headset.
“Jonathan Haywood here to see you, Mr. Jenson.”
Jonathan heard a voice answer on the headset, but couldn’t make out the words.
“He says for you to go straight in.” Barbara gestured at the door behind her.
Without a word of thanks Jonathan walked up to and opened the door. Closing the door behind him, he spotted the young Managing Director behind his desk with a wall of LCD screens behind him, not currently displaying anything.
“Hi, Mr. Jenson, good to see you again, sir. I wasn’t expecting to have a meeting with you until the quarterly financial reports were finished.” Jonathan forced the word ‘sir’ out, it felt wrong to him to offer such respect to somebody so much younger than himself, he couldn’t even be 30 yet, but was worth hundreds of millions of dollars. Jonathan thought it was absolute bullshit, it should be him sitting in that chair right now.
Jonathan noticed a blonde haired girl sitting in a chair to the side of the room and did a double-take.
“Jolene? What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at home helping your mother with the housework.”
His daughter didn’t answer, instead Kyle Jenson responded.
“Your daughter and I met recently, Jonathan. It’s actually her that I wanted to speak to you about. I wanted to ask for your blessing to date her.”
“What? Mr. Jenson, with all due respect, Jolene’s too young to date, she’s only 17…”
“18.” Jolene said from the side of the room.
Jonathan glared at her “18. But the fact is that Jolene isn’t allowed to date, she hasn’t done terribly well on her schoolwork this year so, hey, my house my rules.”
Kyle Jenson appeared to think about this for a while, then grabbed a remote sitting on his desk and pressed a button. Half the screens on the wall lit up and showed a scene where Jolene was screaming “Fuck me, Kyle, I want to cum again!”
Jonathan Haywood saw red, bunched his fists and started towards the young Managing Director. Boss or not, he was going to fuck this kid up. Then Kyle stood up and Jonathan was reminded about the massive size difference between them.
“Sit the fuck down.” Kyle said, pointing at one of the two chairs in front of the desk. Jonathan didn’t sit, but stopped his advance. For now.
“OK, have it your way.” Kyle said “I’ve actually been hearing a lot about your house and your rules lately and I have to say it doesn’t really surprise me. You’re an A-grade cunt, Jonathan, I’ve lost track of how many complaints I’ve had about you since you started here. Let’s get this straight, you don’t have staff, so stop acting like you’re the fuckin’ big man on campus. I moved your ass over here from the UK because you’re good at what you do in the finance department, not because I think you can lead a team for shit.”
Jonathan Haywood seethed but couldn’t think of an appropriate response, so Kyle continued.
“You’re so fucking proud that you couldn’t even bring yourself to tell your family what kind of company you work for. Jolene thought you were an investment banker! It’s only dumb luck that we pieced it together and found that you were one of my employees. So about your house and your rules.” Kyle paused as the slapping sound of him fucking Jonathan Haywood’s daughter rang out from the screens behind him.
“Jolene’s going to be staying with me as long as she wants, and I’m going to be doing my best to make her the happiest woman alive. She’s not your ‘problem’ anymore.”
Jonathan rounded on Jolene “Your mother would be so ashamed of you, you fucking whore.”
Kyle pressed another button and the other half of the LCD screens lit up, briefly displaying a title ‘Anal Gangbang World Record Attempt 3’ before cutting to a scene showing an older woman bent over a table top with a line of men behind her stretching clear out the room, each taking their turn to fuck her in the ass. Jonathan recognised his wife and paled, only barely managing to listen to Kyle over the grunts, squeals and cumshots playing out over the combined LCD displays.
“Now, don’t think I don’t know about the money you’ve embezzled from me. I kept quiet because it was chickenfeed, but let me tell you something. At some stage, Jolene is going to come to your house to collect her things. If you don’t stay out of her way or if any of her belongings are missing, I guarantee you that you’re wife’s anal gangbang record will be broken faster than you can say ‘I am the prison bitch.’ Do you understand me, you dumb motherfucker?”
“Yes.” Jonathan spat.
“Good. Jolene is going to maintain close contact with her Mother. She better like what she hears. Now fuck off and clear your desk.”
Jonathan Haywood spun and left the room, not even daring to slam the door behind him.
Kyle turned the screens off and silence returned.
“I’m… I’m free?” Jolene asked.
“To do whatever you like.” Kyle responded, pulling her up into a hug.
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Sounds Like a Virgin
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When successful voice actor Lindsay visits her husband John on his first day in his new office she meets Madison, the Managing Director's daughter who is working as a general assistant in the company for the summer holidays before she goes to college.
Lindsay decides John deserves a special treat to congratulate him on his promotion and to help him break in his new desk.
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Romantic Erotica, Office Sex, Blindfold
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He’d forget his head if it wasn’t attached thought Lindsay with affection as the shape of a walking person lit up with green light and she began crossing the road. A wolf whistle cut through the air and she briefly glanced at the car with two boys maybe barely out of their teens. On one hand it was nice to be desirable enough to warrant such attention, but on the other hand it was a pretty stupid strategy for young men to take. Had the wolf whistle ever worked on anybody? Lindsay doubted it.
It would take a hell of a lot more than a wolf whistle to get Lindsay’s phone number these days. At only 27 she had been happily married for 5 years to the man of her dreams. John had swept her off her feet in a whirlwind romance before popping the question within a year of them meeting each other. She couldn’t say no.
How could she? He was everything she wanted. He was just the right height, not so tall that she couldn’t kiss him whenever she wanted, not shorter than herself. He was surprisingly strong. While he was sweeping her off her feet on the romance side of things, he had also literally swept her off her feet numerous times on the dance floor, lifting and dipping her like she weighed nothing, and yet for somebody so powerful he was so gentle at the same time. He was a graceful power that moved through life with confidence and finesse.
Perhaps her favourite feature was how supportive he had been of her career. When even her parents had told her to give up on voice acting and get a ‘real job’ John had told her he believed in her. Not only that, but he had given up countless hours working with her on various au
dition pieces. John didn’t have the kind of control over his voice that she did, but he had a good ear and listened with rapt attention and gave her feedback, helping her turn a natural talent into an art and science.
‘Make your voice about 5 years older’, ‘more gravelly’, ‘higher pitch’, ‘more bouncy’ ‘slower’, Lindsay had slowly improved and suddenly, work started coming her way rather than her having to chase it. Even so, not many voice actors make it big. Most of the work is in commercials for TV and radio. Animated characters on TV need voices, those annoying ads on the radio where one person tells a clueless colleague about some product or service need voices.
So when John was on one knee in the sand by the beach with a full moon shining down on them and he said that he would love her forever, would she please marry him, she didn’t hesitate. He had made her glad for the decision every day since then.
Even with work coming her way semi-regularly, there were some weeks where she only made $10. Some weeks she made nothing. John had supported her without even a hint of complaint saying it was a team effort and that she should keep on doing what she loves. So that’s what she did, and a little over a year ago, she struck voice acting gold.
One of the worlds largest manufacturers of consumer electronics needed a voice for all their commercials, to read their slogan and so on. She auditioned, they loved her and all of a sudden she was the voice of Attison Technologies Ltd, and she was heard around the world. After a busy initial burst of recording, Lindsay only needed to go in occasionally when they brought out a new product or there was something they couldn’t piece together out of all the sound bites she had already done.
The contract ran for 3 years and while it was in effect, Lindsay was suddenly the major breadwinner of the house. They had celebrated long into the night, John had tricked her into thinking he was going to resign to live off her income and they made love while listening to their favourite music.
Today was a special day for John, he’d recently been promoted at work and was moving into a new office. His pay and responsibilities had already increased, but there was something about the office move that was important to him. Lindsay knew that it was the feeling of progress. Finally out of the cube farm and into a private office, your very own custom made desk, from a view of a cubical wall to a decent view of the city.
When Lindsay saw that John had forgotten to take his lunch to work that morning, but remembered to leave a note on his pillow saying he loved her for her to find when she woke up, she decided she would come into the city and bring him his lunch. She had the free time, so why not? Besides, John always told her he loved it when she dropped in so he could show her off.
That’s why she was dressed to impress. It was a delicate balance to achieve. Revealing or tight enough clothing to show his workmates what he had but they didn’t, but not too revealing or tight so that she looked like a girlfriend you paid for by the hour. Lindsay thought she had succeeded the balancing act with her tight white singlet that showed just a hint of her bra colour through the material and tight jeans. Her shoulder length brown hair was tied back in a ponytail so as to not hide the lines of her neck and shoulders, which were otherwise only covered by the thin straps of her top. It was casual, but with just the right hint of sexy. Perfect.
Lindsay made her way along the street, through the entrance of the building where John’s office was and waited for the elevator, stepping in after the doors opened with a ‘ding’ and a tiny stampede of people wearing suits exited. The walls of the elevators had a few mirrors dotted around, no doubt to give a greater sense of space that would otherwise have been afforded to passengers in the confined area.
Lindsay looked at her reflection to survey herself one last time, just in case some wardrobe malfunction was about to manifest itself. Everything seemed fine so she put on her classiest voice and said “Attison Technologies, reengineering your world.” Then smiled at herself. The doors opened with the same ‘ding’ and Lindsay walked out on to the floor that John’s company occupied within the building, waving at the receptionist as she went past.
Lindsay had visited many times in the past so knew the basic layout of the floor and John had told her which office was going to be his as of today, the one on the south east corner. Picking her way efficiently through the hustle and bustle of the busy office, she made her way to the appropriate office and peeked in.
John was sitting behind a huge desk made of some expensive looking dark wood. With one hand he held the handset of a phone to his ear, with the other he supported the weight of his head with his palm pressed to his forehead as he stared down at a notepad on his desk, shaking his head slightly. It looked like a frustrating phone call.
“That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. That’s not even the right country, why is the consignment there?” John said to the handset.
Lindsay knocked and John looked up, his face lighting up immediately.
“Look, sort it out today, right now, the delivery has to happen tomorrow or we’re screwed on this one. I’ll call you back later and you can entertain me with your heroic report about how you saved the day, I’ve got to go, something important has just come up.”
John replaced the handset on the cradle and rushed around his desk towards her. He was almost skipping, showing that grace she so loved about him, but it was very out of place in his business attire and in his office. She knew what was coming before he reached her. Wrapping his arms around her he picked her up and spun around a couple of times. She leaned down to kiss him, laughing, before he put her down.
“Tough day, baby?” she asked.
“Ugh, you wouldn’t believe it.”
“Are they being mean to you?”
“So mean, Lin, so mean. It’s like they don’t even know I’m a big shot now.”
“Oh you’re a big shot, are you?”
“You dare doubt it!?” John puffed his chest out comically.
“I…”
A knock rang out on the door, Lindsay turned to see a young blonde girl of maybe 18 or 19 years of age standing in the opening wearing an incredibly short skirt to show off her long youthful legs.
“Hi Mister Thomas, I…” The girl cut herself off, smiling at Lindsay then asked “Oh, this must be your wife. I recognise her from that cool photo on your desk.”
“Yes, this is Lindsay. Lin, this is Madison, her Dad is Albert Humphries, remember meeting him at the Christmas party?”
Lindsay remembered the good natured Managing Director of John’s company who had done the rounds at the Christmas party last year, doing his best to meet and remember all his employees’ partners, but probably failing.
“Ah yes, I do remember. Very nice to meet you, Madison.” Lindsay extended her hand, which the young girl lightly grasped and shook.
“You too. Geez, Mister Thomas, she’s even prettier in real life.”
“I like this one, John.”
John laughed and explained “Albert’s got Madison here doing a bit of general assistance around the office this summer so she can earn a some money before she heads off to college.”
Madison rolled her eyes. “It’s, like, soooo boring.” The teen appeared to realise what she’d just said “No offence, Mister Thomas!”
“You’ll have to try harder than that to offend me, Madison. It’s fair enough, I haven’t got you doing the most entertaining of tasks.”
“Yeah, about that. I just wanted to let you know I’ve finished that first pile of shredding, so can I, like, you know, go to lunch now?”
“Yep, sure. See you back here around one or so. The post was late coming in today so I’ll need you to open and sort that, and then… more shredding!”
Madison gave a sarcastic thumbs up and said “See ya!” before turning on the spot and leaving for lunch.
Lindsay saw John’s eyes drop down to the hem of Madison’s skirt before she was out of view and failed to suppress a smirk.
John leaned in conspiratorially to Lindsay “She do
esn’t have a huge amount going on upstairs, but…”
Lindsay finished the sentence for him “But when she wears a belt and calls it a skirt it takes the edge off?”
John spread his hands out in surrender “You said it, not me, babe. Anyway, where were we? What brings you here?”
“I was just wondering what you were having for lunch?”
“What? You made my lunch last night, remember? I brought it in.”
“Really. Show me.”
John took one step towards his briefcase then stopped. “I didn’t bring it in, did I?”
“No, not unless you brought in the lunch that your other wife made.” Lindsay reached into her tote bag and brought out a brown paper bag, which she handed to her husband.
“Aw, thanks Lin. You didn’t need to come all the way in here though, I could have grabbed something from the vending machine.”
“What?! I slaved over a hot bread knife for 5 minutes making all that.” Lindsay said in fake indignation then softened again. “Besides, I wanted to see you and check out your new office.”
“Well, here it is. Pretty nice, eh?” John swept his hand around dramatically.
Lindsay looked around and was about to comment on the view, but then a thought came to her.
“Hey… does this door lock?” She asked.
“Yeeeaaaaahhhhh…” John replied slowly, drawing the word out. “Why?”
“Oh, I don’t know… you wanna maybe fool around a bit?”
“Oh shit. You’re going to get me in trouble one of these days.” John went to the door and locked it, despite what he said, then pulled the cords that shut the vertical blinds and cut off the view of the rest of the interior of the building.
John approached her and looked like he was going to embrace her but Lindsay stopped his advance.
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