My boss seduces me!

by Corinna Taylor

  ‘Fuck, you know,’ he leaned closer to Tatiana and whispered, ‘the thing about the liquid ecstasy, the little joke...’

  ‘Uh... no details.’ She said quickly, embarrassed.

  ‘Fuck! I knew I couldn’t trust you. How stupid I was to think that the boss's brother was my friend!’

  ‘What's up, Randy? Oh, don’t tell me that...’ She put her hand over her mouth, fearing the worst.

  ‘Yes, I’d better start looking for another job... the boss called me, he wants to talk to me at home.’

  ‘Oh, Randy, don’t worry, we'll help you, we're not going to let Troy fire you.’

  ‘Damn! You can’t trust anyone; how stupid I was.’ He went straight to the elevator, leaving Tatiana in the office.

  When he arrived at the mansion, he rang the bell and Troy soon opened up.

  ‘Come on in, Randy, make yourself comfortable.’ He was dressed in one of his designer suits. He led the way to the living room.

  ‘Yes, boss.’ Randy said, feeling insecure. It was clear from his face that he was dreading this very personal meeting with his superior.

  ‘Well, we'd better get to the point. I want you to tell me how this mess with "the love drug" began.’

  ‘Umm, could you be a bit more specific, boss?’ He asked, his face red and his head low.

  ‘I mean, what did you do with Barbara?’ Troy inquired impatiently; it was evident that he didn’t want to waste time.

  Randy, resigned to his fate, whatever it was, started talking.

  ‘I spiked some dog biscuits with a powerful sexual stimulator. Attila ate them.’

  ‘What?’ Troy cried, his mouth open. He was leaning on an old table. ‘Hahaha! But, how did it even occur to you?’

  ‘Sorry, it was stupid.’ He said regretfully.

  ‘Barbara must have had to fight to keep control of the beast.’

  ‘Oh, I don’t think she fought much!’ He commented off-handedly.

  ‘You don’t mean…’

  Randy nodded.

  Troy looked at him in amazement. ‘You think that Barbara...?’ He asked, frowning and looking at his subordinate in disbelief.

  ‘Of course I do.’ He nodded again, and at that moment a rumbling in his stomach gave away the fact that he was beginning to feel hungry.

  ‘Oh! Really? She likes sadomaso, but that...’ He was amazed. He picked up a basket and offered it to Randy.

  ‘Those are Attila’s cookies, boss.’ He said, realizing that Troy hadn’t noticed.

  ‘Oh, sorry! If you eat them too... hahaha!’ He looked in the basket; there was only one left. ‘What! Who ate them all?’

  ‘I don’t know, boss.’ He said innocently, looking around.

  ‘You know, I've thought of something and you can help me; it will be for the good of our magazine.’ He said, not looking at Randy.

  The next morning, he telephoned Barbara again.

  ‘What do you want this time?’ She asked reluctantly, as she applied a mask to her face and her silicone breasts.

  ‘My brother Dallas is getting married to Tatiana and I'm going to throw a party in the Fantasy Garden.’

  ‘Huh! You were with her too, right?’ She asked slyly.

  Troy sighed. ‘I want to end this stand-off. You own part of the magazine, so...’

  ‘You’re inviting me? To congratulate her? In your dreams!’ Her answer surprised Troy, who had expected more enthusiasm.

  ‘Come on... it's a professional event, and I'd like to smooth things out, for the magazine.’

  ‘Do you really think I'll agree?’ She asked in an unfriendly way.

  ‘It's very unprofessional on your part… it's work, more than anything. All the employees of the magazine will be there, Dallas partly owns it too.’

  ‘You’re saying I have to go?’ She growled angrily.

  ‘If you want to remain a full shareholder, of course!’ He hung up, inflexible.

  ‘Oh shit! Just what I needed, to find myself face to face with the enemy.’ Barbara grumbled, annoyed.

  The next step was to organize the event, which he began to do that same day. Everything had to be ready for the next week. However, Dallas wasn’t entirely happy.

  ‘Troy, I don’t like this kind of thing! The truth is that I would prefer to be discreet about my relationship.’

  ‘I know Dallas, but it's an excuse to get the magazine's staff together and force Barbara to be there.’

  ‘Couldn’t you have organized a shareholder meeting?’ He asked, annoyed by his brother’s presumption.

  ‘No Dallas, I need a festive atmosphere, I want people to have a good time and go a little crazy.’

  ‘Fuck! Just because you wanted a party.’ He was trying to stop his brother from going ahead with his plans.

  ‘Stop! Have a little confidence in me! I’m doing it to recover the shares that Barbara took from me.’

  ‘Oh, if you’d said that at the beginning… what’s your plan?’ He asked, intrigued by what Troy was up to.

  ‘Sorry, it's a professional secret. It has to be, otherwise it won’t work out perfectly.’

  ‘You tell me to have confidence in you, but if you don’t trust me... ’

  Troy snorted; he was making another call about the party. ‘Please, let me do it, there’s a reason for everything. Just do what I tell you and it’ll be perfect.’

  ‘Do you think I'm your slave?’ There was suddenly tension in the air.

  ‘Please! Of course you aren’t my slave, but I’m the only one making an effort to save our inheritance.’

  ‘I am willing to help, but you have to let me do it! You can’t treat me like a three-year-old!’

  ‘Calm down!’ Tatiana shouted, stepping through the door at that moment, ‘otherwise you’re going to start fighting again.’

  ‘Sorry Dallas, I apologize, I'm a bit overcome by all this.’ Troy said, lowering his voice.

  ‘I meant what I said, you should trust me more. This behavior of yours is what made me dependent.’ Dallas turned around and walked out, leaving the two of them alone.

  ‘Troy, I heard - you should have asked our permission to throw this party, we didn’t want it.’ My sister said.

  ‘You're right, sorry. OK, it will be a celebration of all the years that Generations has been running, and at the end I’ll dedicate a toast to yours and Dallas’ engagement.’

  ‘That's more reasonable. But why organize a party in the first place?’ She asked as she brushed the hair away from her face.

  ‘It's a secret, but you'll know in due time.’ He smiled as he dialed a new number on his cell phone.

  ‘Troy!’ She said, claiming his attention.

  ‘What?’

  ‘Are you jealous of our engagement?’ She looked at Dallas' brother keenly.

  ‘No... no, of course not. Why should I be? I'm glad to see you happy and in love.’

  ‘Not even a little?’ She moved a little closer to him, putting her hand out to stroke his silk tie.

  ‘Tatiana... No, and that’s good, it wouldn’t be right on my part. Our relationship finished a long time ago.’

  ‘Yes, I’m sorry. Only I sometimes remember things, like how we met… anyway.’ Her eyes were shining.

  ‘No... I don’t want to hurt you, neither you nor my brother. I thought you were in love with him.’

  ‘Oh, of course I am, sorry… it’s just the thoughts that cross your mind when you’re going to take an important step in life.’

  ‘I wish I’d had them when I married Barbara! But hopefully my plans will go well.’ He said, smiling at my sister.

  ‘You know? I think you should involve Dallas; you can’t treat him as if he were your child.’ After those words she left. Troy stood there meditating for a few minutes, and then he decided to leave the calls for another time.

  He went to the workshop where Dallas liked to work on his creations. He was finishing a canvas more than two meters across.

  ‘We have to talk. Do you have a minute?’<
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  Dallas was looking at his painting, motionless, but when he heard Troy he turned his torso towards him. He took off his gloves and left the brushes on a table.

  ‘Sure.’ He put his hands on his hips and looked at Troy, his eyes hardly visible. The powerful spotlights focused on the canvas cast long shadows on the objects in the room.

  ‘You have to be as silent as the grave and resist any temptation to meddle in the plans. By the way, it's not going to be a party in your honor now, it'll be a commemorative event.’

  ‘OK, well then... tell me what it’s all about.’

  Dallas went to get a couple of beers and they perched together on small stools while Troy explained. Behind them was the picture, with a woman gesturing for silence with her finger on her lips.

  ‘Hahaha! It’s a crazy idea; I don’t think it’ll work...’ Dallas couldn’t stop laughing. He took another gulp from the bottle.

  ‘Let me do it, we’ll see what happens.’ Troy said, proud of the plan he was about to put into action.

  After that little break he got back down to it, with more energy now. He dialed Barbara's phone number and waited.

  ‘Sweetie! How nice to hear from you again, lately we’re talking a lot.’ She said sarcastically.

  ‘I’m just calling to tell you that in the end you won’t see Tatiana, the party will only be to celebrate the good fortunes of Generations magazine.’

  ‘Oh! What a shame, I was getting used to the idea. Why the sudden change of heart?’

  ‘They didn’t want any tension, so I made some changes to the event.’

  ‘I was so looking forward to congratulating her.’ She said cattily, while she applied lipstick.

  ‘Another time. Don’t you feel like congratulating my brother Dallas? You never have time to chat to him.’

  ‘Your twin brother, the weird artist? He’s nothing like you… the truth is that I don’t have anything in common with him. You're sexier; the captain of the ship, hehe.’

  ‘Are you already trying again? You're hopeless. Anyway, I’ll be waiting for you on Saturday at noon.’

  ‘So early? We're not going to drink and everything?’ She asked, puzzled, examining her full lips in the mirror.

  ‘There will be alcohol, but in daylight the Fantasy Garden is prettier, everything looks great. By the way! Bring Attila and Lulu, we’ve created a space for them.’

  ‘What? I can take my dogs?’ She asked, perplexed by what she had just heard. Recently her pets had been forbidden, after the incidents that had occurred.

  ‘Yes, one of the shareholders is mad about dogs, she’ll love your Doberman.’

  After hanging up he called Randy. ‘Ready for phase two,’ he said with a triumphant expression, flopping down onto the sofa.

  ‘Great, I'm glad everything went well. Do you have the photographer?’ asked the art director.

  ‘Yes, the best; it’s going to be a unique performance.’ He started to laugh as soon as he said that last word.

  ‘Yes, a bit extravagant but very creative!’

  The natural Fantasy Garden at the Hamilton mansion was once again transformed by scintillating colors, clouds of foam and bubbles, multicolored lights and lots of food. There were long tables loaded with exquisite delicacies, although neither I nor my sister could attend - apparently it was vital that the "prey" should feel relaxed, allowing her to settle down naturally in that atmosphere.

  Barbara soon arrived, dressed extravagantly and sexily in a long designer dress with sequins, with her stiletto heels and her prominent neckline. In her right hand she held two leads, which were attached to the collars of her little pets. Lulu, on seeing Troy, became agitated and started barking loudly.

  ‘Sssh! Lulu, behave yourself, listen to mummy!’ She stood up straight again, walking haughtily through the crowd of guests, admiring everything.

  ‘Well, it’s glamorous; I congratulate you, darling.’ She gave Troy a loud kiss on the cheek, leaving a red mark on his face, to the astonishment of everyone there.

  ‘Allow my employees to take care of your animals; they will take them to the appropriate area.’

  ‘OK. And tell me, honey, hasn’t Elsa come?’ She asked with malice, looking around.

  At that moment Dallas appeared.

  ‘We're not together anymore, remember?’ Troy said, to give Barbara more confidence.

  ‘Oh yes! True. Hello, Dallas; congratulations on your marriage.’ She said coldly, with a distant look.

  ‘Thank you. I made some special cookies to celebrate, each of them is in the shape of one of us.’

  ‘Oh, oh, always so witty! Can I try one?’ she asked. They were golden and they looked appetizing.

  ‘Of course, who would you like to eat? You have to choose someone… do you want to eat Randy?’

  ‘Hahaha! Are you crazy? I'll eat Troy, or maybe Tatiana… since I haven’t seen her.’

  ‘She couldn’t come. You can choose two if you feel like it.’ Dallas added.

  ‘OK, give me a "Troy"!’ She laughed, the brothers kept a fixed smile on their faces to please her.

  ‘OK, the cookies in the shape of Troy and Tatiana are yours, and you must eat them if you want good luck - today is a special day.’

  ‘What’s this, like fortune cookies? I'm not superstitious, but anyway.’

  ‘We'll eat the others - I choose Randy! What about you, Troy?’

  ‘I’ll have Barbara.’ Dallas put Barbara’s biscuits on a special tray and gave them to her, pouring a glass of champagne for each of them.

  ‘Yum, they're great, delicious,’ said Barbara, tasting one. ‘Great job.’ Then she took a sip of the champagne.

  After half an hour Barbara began to feel restless; she approached Troy and said:

  ‘Honey, let's go to the punishment room, I'm dying to give you what you deserve.’

  ‘Calm down, Barbara, wait for me here. I'm going to check the dogs, I've been told that Attila is a little nervous.’

  ‘Leave him and listen to me!’ She grabbed Troy’s jacket, crumpling his tie. Her eyes were bloodshot; her hormones had by now been whipped into a fury. ‘Make me yours! I've never been as horny as I am today, let's go up to your house!’

  ‘Sssh! People will hear us. I'll wait for you near where Attila is, on the other side of the garden - it's a quiet place.’ As soon as he had said that he strode off at a brisk pace, leaving Barbara open-mouthed, staring after him.

  ‘Hey, come back here!’ She yelled, attracting attention; but in vain. Her altered state was evident; she stumbled around, unable to walk in a straight line.

  Barbara went after Troy, but she found her dog Attila alone in the special area for pets.

  ‘Wait, where’s Lulu? Have you seen Lulu, Attila?’ She opened the gate of the enclosure and entered. Her pet was nervy; he jumped on top of her, throwing her to the ground.

  The party continued until the sound of police sirens interrupted the celebration. Two cars stopped in front of the Fantasy Garden, two police officers got out and someone stopped the music. One of the policemen put his helmet on and surveyed the partygoers with distaste. He said to his companion:

  ‘Harry, I think this is where the perverts come from.’ The event was full of fashionable, modern young things who looked at the agents, bemused, until one of them asked, through a megaphone:

  ‘Do any of you know a woman by the name of Barbara Drake?’

  Troy approached the cops. ‘What’s going on, sir? We were looking for her; she disappeared from the garden half an hour ago.

  ‘We were called by your neighbor, Mr. Richard Johnson. It seems that he was taking care of two dogs, on behalf of Mr... Hamilton.’

  ‘That's me!’ Troy interrupted.

  ‘... and he found your little friend... doing something unspeakable with a huge Doberman, in plain view!’

  All the guests were stunned by the officer's revelation. Barbara was found, and they took her away to await trial.

  Chapter 8

  Two da
ys later, in the Hamilton mansion, three men were looking at some photographs and talking.

  ‘They’re magnificent! Hahaha!’ Randy exclaimed, as he finished his coffee and wiped his mouth with a paper napkin.

  ‘Magnificent? They’re horrible, I never would have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes... good job, Dallas!’ Troy said, laying the photos on the table.

  ‘It's amazing what can happen if you give Barbara and Attila free reign!’ Randy said, shuddering.

  ‘What are you planning to do now, brother? Do you think she’ll do what you want?’ Dallas asked.

  ‘I doubt it, she wouldn’t sign over her shares even if she had to spend the rest of her life in prison,’ he said sipping at his coffee.

  ‘Then... what was all this for, has it been for nothing?’ Dallas asked, disappointed.

  ‘To make her less credible - she practices bestiality when drunk at a party, it doesn’t look good.’ Randy and Dallas looked at each other, surprised - they still hadn’t understood Troy's real plans.

  ‘Enlighten us, brother, we’re completely lost.’

  ‘Barbara will sell her shares on the market and these, in turn, will be bought for a securities account in my name.’ He said naturally.

  ‘What? How will you do that?’ Randy asked, not understanding.

  ‘In theory I won’t do it, it will be her, remember. It’s the same as what happened when I sold the shares and bought them again in Barbara’s name, hoping that one day she would pay for them. Now they will be sold again, and they will be bought in my name. The damage will be undone.’

  ‘Barbara will never do that,’ Dallas said doubtfully, hoping his brother would give them more details of the plot.

  ‘Who cares who does it? It will be done, period. If she denies it all, she has no credibility. Now she has a police record, and I recorded a conversation in which she confirmed that she didn’t pay me for those shares.’

  ‘She’ll say that you stole her identity to pull it off.’ Dallas said, frowning.

  Troy ignored him. ‘If she continues trying to rob me and appeals, she will have to be prepared to cover the expenses. If I was her I would look for a job instead… I could also sue her for loss of earnings, I didn’t get the dividends from those shares for years.’