Trent took the notepad and pen away from Celia and pulled her up from the chair, “By fucking your boss, my dear girl,”
Trent pushed Celia onto the desktop and pulled her knees apart. He pressed forwards, kissing Celia deeply while his engorging erection pressed through his pants against Celia’s slippery pussy.
Celia fumbled with Trent’s pants and after several energetic tugs forced the waistband down and took the thick prick in her hand.
“My secretary has been very naughty, hasn’t she?” Trent began.
“Hmm-mmm,”
“She wants her boss’ cock, doesn’t she?”
“Hmm-mmm”
Trent lined up his mushroom tip and forced his way into Celia’s tightened snatch, the force of his entrance ripping through Celia’s tunnel like never before.
Celia collapsed onto the desk and spread her legs wide, allowing Trent to hook his hands onto her high-heeled shoes and pull her in as he plunged forwards.
“These shoes are just fuckable,” Trent gasped between thrusts. Trent was thick, hard and on-edge, the veins on his cock standing out and rubbing Celia’s pussy hole with deliciousness.
“You enjoying being fucked Miss?”
“Yes sir, oh my God yes,”
Trent leant down over Celia and propped his body up on the desk. Celia wrapped her legs around Trent and pulled him in, the wetness of her slit slurping and bubbling onto the polished desk surface.
“Oh my fucking god,” Trent’s thrusts became wild, the coarse hair on his pubis grazing Celia’s rock hard clit and sending sparks up her back.
Celia began to pant and moan, pulling Trent closer so his rough hair would bruise her swollen clit.
“Ahhh,” Trent’s growl built into a painful-sounding cry, the veins on his neck puckering from the skin as his body concentrated on shooting a load of cum into Celia.
Celia’s body bucked and a rioting orgasm slammed through her spine, her pussy milking Trent’s cock over the edge causing him to plunge a gush of cum deep at her cervix.
Sweaty and panting, Trent looked down at Celia, “Let that be a lesson Miss, you have to wear panties,”
“Yes… sir,” she gasped.
5
Having long abandoned the thought of going home, Celia and Trent made their way down to the ground level and into the secret residents’ only access lift.
Trent’s purpose-built tower was one of the cleverest in design and had won dozens of awards across design, function and carbon neutrality.
Nestled in the heart of the central business district, the bottom levels contained exclusive retail shops and beauty spas, while the middle layer held corporate suites, serviced suites and conference rooms. Trent made a pretty profit from the serviced offices and conference centers. Start-ups would hot-desk or hire out entire sections of the offices while small to medium industry meetings could be held in the conference center. With a dedicated on-site IT team, the corporate suites and conference rooms had become immensely popular and were becoming increasingly difficult to get into. Above all this were apartments, some of the city’s most desired and hotly contended apartment homes. Some of the apartments had been designed by leading interior designers, and when the building opened the glossy magazines had a field day reporting on the designers, designs and the rich people who had bought them. However, what made the building particularly special was the custom security and IT infrastructure hidden inside; it boasted some of the best technology money could buy, which Trent had actually had a hand at making, so big business with the need for smarter systems had jumped at the chance to take offices.
Furthermore, with exclusive residents taking home in the tower, one of Trent’s early ideas was to have a separate section of resident-only elevators that were secreted away at ground level and underground car park. This had made the apartments a must-have for celebrities in hiding, expensive rehab centers with outpatient facilities and rich people with sordid secrets.
Trent and Celia had headed back outside the tower and to the secret alcove that hid the residents’ only elevator. In seconds an elevator appeared and they were zoomed back up the tower into the upper echelons before coming to a complete stop at the topmost floor.
“I have a special guest staying with me,” Trent began as they walked into the opulent penthouse. The apartment was ringed with floor to ceiling windows that showed every corner of the glittering city. Although it was a colossal home with five bedrooms, multiple living areas and a ridiculously large balcony and rooftop garden, Trent hardly spent much time in his city home.
“Oh yes, who, sorry?” Celia brought herself back to Trent’s conversation.
Just then, Celia’s eyes were hooked onto the glistening torso of none other than Mark, Trent’s younger and fairer-featured brother.
The first, and last, time they met Mark had fucked Celia into a spectacular orgasm at a private orgy. He was a thoughtful lover to say the least, and the memories of their coupling still sent tingles down her spine.
“Celia,” Mark said appreciatively, “It is so good to see you again,” he walked forward and gave her a lingering kiss on the cheek.
Mark smell radiated of clean, masculine sweat brought on by a late night session of exercise, Celia and Trent seemed to have interrupted him as he was toweling off.
“Celia has won over all out international branches, and I think this calls for a celebratory drink,” Trent beamed and made his way into the huge ballroom-like kitchen.
“Can’t imagine anyone not liking you, Celia,” Mark smiled and sidled up closer to her ear, “I still think about that night you know, you have spoiled me,” Mark then sniffed her and gave her an enquiring look, “You smell very sexy…”
Celia felt her stomach flip with delight, to have two eligible bachelors and gorgeous men rapturous over her body beat any fantasy she ever had with her vibrator.
There was a loud ‘pop’; a tinkle of glasses and Trent reappeared with three full glasses of champagne.
‘A toast, to good times and great successes,” Trent announced, and they clicked glasses.
“Now,” Trent began, “There is something we must talk about,”
Celia couldn’t stand another minute bathed in the juices of two orgasms and a full day of work, so she interrupted Trent and asked to be excused so she could take a shower and change first. Not surprised by her request, Trent showed her one of the many guest rooms with an adjoining bathroom where a softly laundered bathrobe hung ready to go.
Closing the door on Trent, Celia flipped off her high heels and slipped out of her clothes. The bathroom alone could accommodate her lonely old bed back in her sad little apartment, but now wasn’t the time to linger over empty beds and paper-thin walls.
Celia turned on the shower taps, let them heat for a moment, and stepped under the spray allowing the hot stream of water roll over her body. Before meeting Trent, Celia had never thought about having multiple orgasms. Now, just having the two within an hour of each other didn’t seem quite enough.
Soaping her breasts, Celia let the thoughts of her rugged stranger, George, and Trent’s thick cock flow over her. She couldn’t believe the thrill she was getting under the shower, and her clit responded by giving a resounding thump to the pit of her stomach.
Before the night was out, Celia promised to herself she’d get another orgasm.
6
The plush pile carpet made Celia’s steps soundless as she made her way back to the living room in her fresh white bathrobe.
Trent and Mark were sitting on the grey leather sofa motioning to the television and chatting casually, Mark had now slipped on a well-fitting t-shirt.
“Anyone for a top-up?” Celia picked up her discarded champagne glass and lifted it.
“Sure, thanks Celia, the bottle’s in the fridge,” Trent smiled.
Celia eventually found the fridge hidden behind a faux door, grabbed the bottle, released the pressure cap and slipped back to the living room.
The conversati
on was easy, with Trent and Mark swapping stories about places they had been and interesting people they had met.
Celia laughed whole-heartedly at the jokes, and was astounded by the breadth of their travels. Mark in particular had dedicated a good ten years to learning several languages and living as a local in distant destinations.
“So why are you back Mark?” Celia asked, puzzled at why Mark, who had by far spent more time travelling, would choose to return to the city.
Mark looked at Trent, and Trent nodded.
“I’m back because I am going to join Trent in the business,” Mark looked a little nervous and pleased that he had said it, “Avery Industries is going to invest in South East Asia, and with my linguistic skills I have contacts in building, construction, manufacturing and government that can get us going in the right direction in twelve months... We’re going to create worker villages around new manufacturing sites and I’m going to head the development,”
Celia’s mouth was agape.
“Sorry, worker villages?” she started.
“Yeah, surprisingly some of the most successful instances of manufacturing occur when your workforce isn’t on death’s doorstep or under the age of nine,” the sarcasm indicated that this issue was hitting a sensitive nerve for Mark, “I spent years seeing the same families suffer because they were working around the clock, but living in squalid conditions and were unable to provide their families the basic needs for survival. Parents end up selling off their kids into slave labor, or worse, and workers who are injured or sick keep clocking-on until their body can’t handle it anymore and clocks-out for them,”
“Coincidentally,” Trent interjected, “I was looking for locations in South East Asia to expand to anyway, and then Mark returned home from his travels and it seemed just perfect to get started,”
Celia nodded, “But worker villages?”
“Sorry, yes, the worker villages are employee-only residential zones,” Mark continued, “All the workers will live in Avery Industries-built self-contained bungalows or apartments that are within meters of the workplace. Families can take advantage of on-site childcare services, enroll in the primary school, seek further education and training, shop at the local markets, have access to medical services – basically everything you need,”
“That sounds extremely expensive,” Celia was gob smacked.
“Not at all, the cost of living there is so cheap that we can provide all this and more for pittance,” Mark was practically bouncing off his seat.
Trent patted his brother on the shoulder, “Calm down Mark, let me explain. Yes, the cost of living is low, but I’ve done the sums and we can effectively operate our manufacturing plants 24/7 with minimal injuries and employee losses. Staff will only work 8 hours with a paid lunch break, and those that want to earn a little more can work the evening or night shifts instead. It’s a huge long-term project, we want staff to see the manufacturing plants as a viable career option for their children and of course there will be opportunities to ascend into other areas if staff show some talent,”
“You’re saying you’re going to fix slave labor in South East Asia?”
Trent laughed, Mark looked a little embarrassed.
“No,” Trent slapped his brother on the back, “As much as this one wants to. We want to show that you can and should invest in your staff and get a return in this market. If we set up multiple plants across the nation, there’s no telling what sort of power we can play in the stock market, freighting, manufacturing, or even intelligence industries,”
Celia was amazed; while Mark was fighting the moral fight Trent had his eyes on building an empire.
“So how to you boys plan on achieving this?” Celia took a slow sip of her champagne.
“I’ve located several abandoned buildings in core freighting locations,” Mark began, his eyes lighting up as he drummed up the information, “The former factories need demolishing, that’s if they don’t fall down on their own accord first, but the good thing is that there’s a rail line just a couple of hundred meters from the site. If we play our cards right we can get the line extended to reach the factory floor,”
“Wait,” Celia sat up.
“Yes, we will freight our own goods to and from the ports,” Mark grinned.
“Does anyone know about this other than you two?”
“Yes,” said Mark.
“You,” added in Trent.
Celia scratched her head with concern, “When are you going to break this to the rest of the team?”
“We’re going to break it down into packages,” Trent began, “First, in about three weeks I’m going to host an e-conference telling them that we’re looking to expand into South East Asia and I’ll tell them about Mark joining us as a location consultant. Then I’ll field their questions and concerns, make sure I have these things considered and present a second e-conference on what we plan on doing with our industry and worker villages. From there on, it’s a bit hazy,” Trent took a swig of his drink.
“Why are you telling me this?”
This was Mark’s turn to nod at Trent.
“Well, we have a proposal for you,” Trent looked pensive, and could it be? Nervous, “We want you to head up our branding division, which actually doesn’t exist at the moment. Let me rephrase, want you to look after our brand, become our Brand Manager,”
“W-w-what?”
Trent’s eyes crinkled in delight as he smiled, he looked just like a kid who’s won tickets to his favorite rock show.
“You have done an amazing job with Avery Industries; and you’ve made me think a lot about where the business is going. You’ve never steered me wrong, even with our ‘intimate parties’, and we want you to be a part of the future, well I definitely want you to be part of the future,” a rosy bloom appeared in Trent’s cheeks.
Mark stood up excitedly and began pacing in front of Celia, “You’ll travel to our site locations and help us come up with plans on how we’ll introduce Avery Industries on a business and grass-roots level, you’ll tell our Public Relations people what to do, then you’ll be able to oversee things in our established offices in Germany, Australia, and the UK,” an image of George flashed across Celia’s brain.
“How does that sound?” Mark dropped onto the couch next to Celia and leant forward, his eyes pleading for a ‘yes’.
“So dinner tonight was what?” Celia looked past Mark to Trent.
“Ok, you got me there, I wanted to gauge the how the team liked you, and I had nothing to be worried about because they were so impressed. Well, to be honest I was going to ask you anyway and if there was an objection I would have just told them to fuck-off,” Trent looked deadly honest.
For the first time, Celia was lost for words. In less than a year she had gone from charity ball event manager to being offered a dream position as one of the most influential brand managers the world had ever seen, “So…” Celia fingered the ring of her glass, “Who’s my boss?”
“We are,” Trent and Mark answered together.
Celia looked at the two brothers and smiled wickedly.
“Bottoms up then boys, looks like I’m joining the party!” Celia held her glass up and the trio threw back their champagne.
7
Two bottles later and Celia was sandwiched between her two new bosses laughing at their terrible skills on the latest game console. Over the course of several glasses, the boys had made disparaging remarks on the futility of girls playing racing games. Powered by the buzz of a few drinks, Celia had demanded a match and was in the process of winning her third of the five lengthy races.
Celia cold feel the heat radiating off the two men next to her, the smell of their competing scent driving her hormones into overdrive. Trent was a quiet achiever, but easily frustrated while Mark was a loudmouth who cheered and booed with the greatest fervor.
“Come on boys,” she roared as her character sped through the racing track, “For men with deft hands on the ladies you should be ace at
this,”
“How would you know?” both brothers asked in puzzled unison. So, Celia thought, they hadn’t told each other about their separate couplings.
“Oops,” Celia laughed and drunkenly covered her mouth with a hand, “Not that you can’t share, I mean there is more of me to love than most women who’d be after your fine merchandise,” Celia couldn’t believe she had just said and blushed madly.
“Who’s better?” Mark had stopped playing the game and a sneaky smile had caught on his lips.
“A lady, never tells,” Celia winked.
“You seemed to have a pleasant enough time with me,” Trent was a little perturbed, but the amusement in his eyes betrayed his playfulness.
“So that’s what I could smell, I knew you had sex,” Mark swiveled in his seat and leant down to Celia, “Is it my turn yet?”
“Now boys, there’s no reason to get competitive,” Celia hiccupped and laughed, “I… can handle you both,” she gave both a sexy smoldering look.
Mark reached to Celia’s face and gently stroked her cheek before giving her full lips a soft lingering kiss.
“Wow,” Celia gasped, before Mark’s mouth returned to hers and gently slipped his tongue into her mouth.
While they kissed, Trent put down his console and slid his hand under the bathrobe and toward Celia’s crotch.
Unthinkingly, Celia opened her thighs and pulled Mark toward her, moaning into his mouth as Trent’s fingers stroked her outer lips.
Mark slipped a hand through the robe and let his palm graze the cup and slope of Celia’s breast, before softly circling her puckering nipple with the middle of his palm. Celia moaned into Mark’s mouth and slid deeper into the couch, Trent’s fingers parting the lips between her hips and drawing long smooth lines up and down her soft, pink and wet middle.
Celia broke her kiss and untied her bathrobe, letting it fall away from her cinnamon colored body.
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