by Powerone
“No one is better than you, Alexis.” He paused for a moment. “With the computer.”
“And that is my only talent you’ll ever see,” Alexis always sparred with Michael. “Her name is Kristen. Not only is she talented, but you’ll also like her. She’s a lovely young thing with a nice, tight body that she doesn’t mind showing off to its full advantage. I’m sure you’ll find a way to see it more fully.”
Michael’s cock was already hard; Alexis did that to him whenever she walked into the room. He never fully understood the attraction, but he was sure it had something to do with not being able to get into her bed that drew her deeper to him. Maybe Kristen would be a good distraction for him. “Now, now, Alexis, I’m only interested in what’s in your head, not what’s in your panties.”
“That’s the head on your shoulders talking, not the head in your pants.” Alexis got up to leave the room and felt Michael’s eyes on her ass as she walked out. She turned to him. “I’ll have Kristen at the office in the morning. You won’t regret it.” She left, Michael’s eyes still burning on her ass as she walked out.
Alexis was right about Kristen. She came into the room, and Michael’s eyes followed her with interest. She was barely five feet, if that, blonde hair cut short and a slim, tight body. She couldn’t be over ninety pounds, a nice pair of breasts, not too large but ample enough to fill out the cashmere sweater that clung to them like a second skin. She wore a skirt, though it was cut high up, exposing a pair of slim legs that set your imagination running as to where they ended. She turned her back to Michael for a second, a nice ass pushed out the back of the skirt so seductively. Michael reached down to unleash his cock, the hardened flesh caught in his shorts. It would be an interesting summer.
“Good morning, Michael,” Kristen greeted Michael. She had seen him in the office before, surprised when he asked for her. She didn’t even think he knew she existed. Michael was one of the brightest and newest members of the firm. And handsome. He overshadowed her in size, but that is what she liked. Even though she showed off her body, she was shy inside, always doubting herself, no matter how much she succeeded. She had made the move from Kansas to the City, a major change in culture and it was difficult to adjust.
Michael spoke to Kristen for about ten minutes before the others arrived as he tried to learn more about her. He was surprised. He expected to find a vivacious, outgoing girl by the looks of her clothes and body, but instead, he found a shy girl with the body of a woman. But he couldn’t take his eyes off of her, his gaze feasted on her lovely tits; the sweater outlined the shapely flesh, down to her legs. Kristen nervously crossed and uncrossed her legs that only further inflamed his lust as he imagined what lay between them.
Michael looked at her with lust in his eyes that made Kristen uncomfortable as his eyes mentally undressed her. She knew she should be flattered; after all, she dressed to her advantage, but deep down, she felt ashamed. She’d have to prove to him that she was more than a lovely body; she had brains and talent. She was glad when the others came into the office and Michael excused himself to greet them.
Michael was pleased with his selection, all of them enthusiastic and excited about the project. Michael spent over four hours going over the parameters of the project and stressed the importance and the opportunities it gave each of the members. The office in SoHo was a big hit, the rest of the afternoon spent settling into the space. Michael set up his office; Alexis took over the other one for the multitude of computer equipment that just seemed to appear out of nowhere.
* * * *
It had been four weeks of daily brain-storming meetings, including Saturdays. The group seemed to be stuck, unable to break through. Michael tried to keep the energy level up, but all of the group members seemed a little discouraged by the long dry spell. They worked on a viral campaign that would have to spring up mystically and then weave its way through the movers and shakers of the electronic world. Brandon knew who to target, but it was the message that had to be fine-tuned. They had to hit the right combination of features and innovation of the product that would excite the target group to endorse the product without asking them. It had to feel like it was their idea.
Kristen and Alexis had left the table as they hurriedly moved to their office without saying a word. The group continued to talk, but you could hear the excited talking of the two computer nerds in the other room. Are they onto something? Michael kept glancing over, not wanting to disturb them but curious as to what was going on.
“That one,” Alexis shouted louder to Kristen. “Yes and that one.”
“We need five more, enough for ten emails.” Kristen nervously typed away on the computer to search the large database they’d made with the test results of the products. They had fine-tuned every single word that came out of the test results, changing, redefining and organizing them until it finally started to come together. “Take these two. Put them with that one.”
Alexis gathered them on her computer screen. “Perfect. That’s six. What about this one?” She clicked the file and sent it over to Kristen. “What have you got on speed?”
“This one. If you put it with the functionality, it will work.” She transferred the two files back to Alexis, both of them worked as one.
“We need something different. Something far out in left field. Something that you wouldn’t even relate to this product.” Alexis dug through the database to scan the subheadings, the sub-subheadings; finally, she went down to the detail. She entered in a search pattern, the cursor slid up and down with blazing speed. She glanced each time it stopped and hit enter when it didn’t jump out at her. Suddenly, she saw it. The cursor didn’t stop at it; it just seemed to jump out at her as if it were in the largest type, the boldest print. She scrolled down to it. “Damn, why didn’t we think of that? You aren’t going to believe this, Kristen. I don’t even know how the product can do this, but it says the test results confirmed it.” She sent the file to Kristen.
“That could be the first email out. You’ll grab their eyes for sure. They’ll be panting for the next one.” Kristen couldn’t believe it; it was so simple. “Here are two more related to that one. We can use them in later emails for the people that lost interest; this’ll get them back.” Her fingers clicked on the keys as she sent the files to Alexis. Kristen couldn’t contain her excitement, her voice rose up louder.
“Use this one for the final one. And the grand finale, we’ll FedEx the product to 5,000 of the movers and shakers. Fully loaded and ready to go. Simultaneously. They’ll trip over each other to spread the news first. Nobody wants to be the last one to mention it. By the time we get to the conventional advertising campaign, it’ll be repetitious. We’ll have so much free advertising and promotions that we’ll only have to target the poor slob that doesn’t have the Internet.” Alexis compiled all of them into a list, the printer spit out page by page at lightning speed.
“You, girls, want to share something with us?” Michael called out to the other side of the room at Kristen and Alexis. Did they have it?
“Hold on,” Alexis yelled back as she grabbed the pile of papers that the printer spit out. “Come on.” Alexis and Kristen rushed back to the table, and Alexis passed out two sheets to each person. “We’ll send out a mysterious email to each member of the movers and shakers. Brandon says there are 5,000. There will be a total of ten emails over a two-week period. The emails will hint at a new product, as if the email came from one of their colleagues. It’ll ask if they had heard of a product that could do this, each email hinted at one of the features listed. Number one, six and ten are the most important and must be sent out in that order. They are the grabbers. No product in this class can do those items. It is unheard of. The rest are to keep them interested and looking for more. The day after the last email, we send out 5,000 of the product by FedEx. The product will be fully loaded and ready to go. Just a push of the button, no instruction manual, no set up, no charging of batteries. Just plug and play. That has to go w
ithout a hitch. They’ll be sent as if they were evaluation models. They’ll be asked not to mention the product to friends or family. These are the type of people that couldn’t keep a product secret if their life depended on it.”
Michael scanned the paper with lightning speed, the smile on his face broadened as he read on. They had it. Why didn’t I think of this? Michael looked up as everyone else did. You could see the change in the room. They all knew it. They had clinched it. “That’s it!” His voice sounded high-pitched he was so excited by the prospects. Alexis grinned back at him.
“Yes, it’ll knock them dead!”
“We’ll have to pick an email address that they wouldn’t suspect. As if it came from one of their colleagues; it’s just they wouldn’t remember who he is.”
“Once they get past the first email, they won’t care. They’ll all try to make him their contact.”
Everyone was chiming in; the energy level hit a high. “Can we guarantee the product will perform as they say?”
James, the techie guru of the group, put in his two cents. “I’ve taken this product back and forth, inside and out. Not only will it do everything we say, but more. Hell, I even dropped it by accident and it continued to work.”
It was unanimous; they had done it. “Great job, Alexis.” Michael was glad he picked her, in spite of her spurning his sexual advances.
“Don’t look at me. Kristen found the first one. We just passed the info back and forth until it almost popped out by itself. And we found the words, everyone designed the structure. And this is just the beginning; we have lots more work to do, including the conventional advertising campaign.”
Michael actually thought he noticed Kristen blush. “Great job. The both of you.” There was more work to be done over the next four months, but it would be a slam-dunk. Half of the group was brought in because of their excellent ability to put together the mundane tasks that made it successful. They would take the ball and run with it, Michael only had to oversee the progress.
* * * *
Three months had gone by and the project came to a conclusion. It was down to the mundane; all the creativity had been accomplished with such speed that it surprised Michael. Corporate had rubber-stamped every bit of the project with barely a question; Bill did a good job of keeping them abreast of the details, always the politician, knowing the problems before they became a problem. Even Melissa came down to the office to personally congratulate everyone, including Michael. There was no mention of their night together, both of them acted with formality.
Michael learned more of Kristen, and after months, she began to open up more, partly due to her success made her feel more reassured. But she always seemed to stammer whenever Michael came close; her eyes looked down at the ground as if she were afraid to look in his eyes. In private, Alexis would kid Michael about Kristen.
“I think she’s in love with you.” Alexis smiled at Michael as she said it. Michael was handsome and intelligent, someone any girl would fall into bed with, but Alexis stayed away, but she teased and taunted, but she never gave in. “Or at least in lust.”
“It’s hard to tell. She refuses to look me in the eye. But she never fails to make my cock hard.” He was always blunt with Alexis.
“Anything in a skirt makes your cock hard. And she’s shy. But be careful. I think you’ll be surprised if you get her out of her shell. There’s something boiling deep inside her that is just waiting to get out.” Alexis shouldn’t say things like this to Michael, but Kristen told her about her lust for Michael. Not love but lust. Alexis thought that Kristen tried to get her help with Michael to make his move. Alexis looked around the room; the group had gone home; only Kristen, Michael and Alexis were left. Kristen was in the other room, the computers compiled away on the latest proposal, the finishing touches put on it today, the clients ready to accept the final draft Monday morning.
“I’m going home.” Alexis stood up and picked up her purse. She looked at Kristen as she worked diligently to finish the report before she went home. Alexis looked at Michael and winked at him. “Only the two of you left. Friday night, no one else will come back. I’ll lock the door behind me.” Alexis knew that she left the wolf in the henhouse, but that didn’t stop her as she closed the door and locked it behind her. “Good luck, Kristen,” she said softly to herself.
Michael looked over at Kristin in the chair; her short tan skirt rode high up her legs. His gaze went up to the dark brown silk blouse, cut to accent her large breasts. He caught her profile, her lips pursed, and Michael’s imagination took over, his cock pressed between them as Kristen looked up at him as she sucked his cock deep in her mouth. Michael felt nervous. Melissa Lassiter did it with such ease and took him sexually to dominate him and tie him up. His power had increased exponentially. This campaign did what few did in ten years, let alone one year. Once the campaign broke and succeeded as Michael knew it would, there’d be no limit to his power. It had been over a month since he had Heather; no other woman graced his bed. Work was still his overriding pleasure. Maybe it was time to mix business and pleasure. He rubbed his cock as he imagined Kristen naked beneath him. He stood up to fix his cock in his pants so it wasn’t as obvious. He walked over to the other room.
Kristen sweated. She heard Alexis leave and heard the ominous sound of the door lock behind her. Kristen’s breathing was loud and matched the sound of her heart pounding away, her chest rose up and down as she tried to fill her lungs. She was nervous and tried to keep her fingers moving on the keyboard, but she caught a glimpse of Michael out of the corner of her eye. He looked at her. Is it going to happen? How will I react? What will he do to me? Or make me do? Her mind raced with irrational thoughts. She wasn’t very experienced with men. She had a boyfriend in college and lost her virginity to him in the back seat of the car, but it didn’t last. He wanted more from her; Kristen was shy, most of the other college girls willing to do anything. Anything. That is one reason she came to the city. She wanted to make a change. But she found it just as hard in the city, the men more sophisticated and demanded more from the women. So work consumed her with masturbation her only outlet and her imagination fueled her orgasms. Michael had been the subject of many of her masturbatory fantasies. That was as far as it ever went. Until one day she blurted it out when she told Alexis of her fantasy. She regretted it as soon as it spilled out, but deep down, she was glad she did it. Kristen knew that Alexis was good friends with Michael, more than friends, though Kristen never really figured out their true relationship. They sparred as if they were sexually involved, but Kristen never knew if it was just sparring or if they really did have a relationship. She held her breath as Michael stood up, and Kristen tried not to turn her head when he reached down and grabbed his crotch. She’d made him hard. She looked back at the computer screen as she heard Michael’s footsteps come closer and closer.
Michael walked quietly into the room, and Kristen didn’t look up as she worked away, oblivious to him. His mind raced. Is this a mistake? He stepped behind her, and Kristen’s hands suddenly stopped. But she didn’t look up. Michael looked down as her breasts rose and fell from her labored breathing. He put his hands on her shoulders, and her body jumped from his touch, but she didn’t pull away. He began to rub her shoulders gently. “You’ve been working hard, Kristen.” Her hands fell to her side as Michael felt her body relax as his fingers began to knead her flesh. She settled back in the chair.
Her pussy got wet. Soaked, not wet, the minute he touched her. Her nipples sprung to life, and Kristen clenched her thighs together as she tried to quell the lust between her legs. If he touched her pussy, she knew she’d cum. She took her hands off of the keyboard and sat back in the chair as her hands hung down the side of the chair while Michael rubbed her shoulders. She couldn’t catch her breath, her lungs refused to fill with air in spite of the deep breaths she took. She knew her breasts rose up and down exaggeratedly, but she grew faint from lack of air.
Michael’s fingers ran up
her neck as he saw goose bumps appear on her flesh when he lightly caressed her neck. He pushed her head to the side, and Kristen did nothing to stop him from doing what he desired. The minute his fingers ran around her ear, her body slumped lower in the chair as if she lost all strength in her body. He thought he heard her moan. He looked at her breasts and saw the tips push out the front of her blouse. Her nipples were unmistakably hard. “A beautiful neck.” Her eyes were closed as he caressed her skin so gently when his fingers barely touched her flesh. She trembled when he leaned down until his lips touched her neck to gently kiss her and nibbled on her flesh. She moaned, unmistakable in her arousal.
She wanted so much to push her hands under her skirt and masturbate; Michael aroused her, yet he’d barely touched her. Her muscles felt like jelly, Kristen unable to do anything but let him have his way with her. His lips nibbled on her neck as his teeth gently bit the flesh until her nipples strained in her bra. Would he do the same thing to them?
“Unbutton your blouse, Kristen.” Michael’s voice demanded.
She stopped breathing. This isn’t what she expected. She didn’t dare look up at him. She sat there, frozen.
“I don’t like to repeat myself. Unbutton your blouse.” His fingers dug into her shoulders, this time not so gentle.
She felt the pressure of his fingers on her shoulders. It was no longer a gentle caress; his fingers demanded she submit to his request. She looked at her hands as they moved up, trembling. She could barely open the first button before they moved down to the second. She looked down, the blouse pulled open, ashamed that she bought her blouses so tight. The next button seemed to open by itself, her fingers made short work of the rest of the buttons. She stopped when she got to the last one and waited. The hands on her shoulders began to caress her gently again; this time; his fingers pushed her blouse off of her shoulder to caress her naked flesh.