The Competition Bureau by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. ©2018

Luv Karen

Shirley suspected something was in the air. The pension contributions hadn’t been paid for three months and management had a distracted air about it. She composed a letter to the bank asking them to pay the outstanding amount plus an extra month’s money in advance and slipped it into the signature book. He’d never sign a cheque for $347 million without querying it but a letter with three paragraphs in it he’d skim the first and just sign. She carried personally down to the bank as soon as he’d signed it before leaving for some sort of meeting in eastern Europe?

The combined Board meeting was held in a an obscure European country. Lunch served by attractive waitresses. The Chairman remarked “Gentleman I’ll remind you there are no laws against sexual harassment here so you may touch the waitresses.” He suited his actions to his words by unbuttoning the waitress’s blouse and unclipping her front opening bra before suckling on her breast. Around the table skirts held together with velcro were ripped off. Hands wondered over scantily clad lace covered bums, then up between their thighs. Lunch was a heavy meal with a glasses of wine to help it down. Half the diners were assisted by waitresses sitting in their laps and feeding them a fork full at a time. The Chairmen nodded to the waitresses to pick up their scattered clothes and clear the room.

“Now gentlemen we are private. I’ll remind you we are here to celebrate the merger of our two companies.” “I thought the competition bureau was against it?” “Their chairman retires this year and has accepted a lucrative appointment with one of our associates. In order for it to look right though we’ll have to divest ourselves of one division. Nothing major, we picked out one that has been stumbling recently despite a high flying cost cutting manager. I intend to keep him by the way. I approached one of their senior manager about a management buyout and he seemed enthralled by the idea.” “I don’t like the sound of that. He might turn it round. No I think we’d do better to load it with debt and sell it for a dollar.” “No one in their right mind would touch it.” “We don’t have to tell them they’ve brought it.” The board swivelled around to hear the speaker. “Go on man.” “I was thinking along the lines of that doubter, what his name, the one who always pours cold water over everything.” “The lad who opposed my ideas about getting rid of staff for the lowest cost. Wanted to give them more than the legal minimum can you imagine?” “Transfer him to the division then do a payroll deduction of a dollar to buy the company. Stock option sort of thing but mandatory.” “Excellent idea. Now for your entertainment.” The lights dimmed and white wall became a glass window onto a fashion shoot. Well one segment was the fashion shoot itself the other the changing room. Overhead the sound came out of two wall mounted speakers.

“Now girls you have a choice a glass of white wine to relax you or for those of you watching their weight you may either have a fashionable pink pill or a short line of coke. Don’t go overboard we just want a relaxed you to show up best of the shots and darlings don’t worry about the props, some scenes are dungeons so that’s why the stocks are lying around. We aren’t going to put you in them unless you’re feeling very naughty.”

“No its not film, these are young models being paid for a fashion shoot.” “It’s all very well to look.” “Patience Gentleman patience. We will be joining them later for a celebratory party and most of them have accepted an additional payment to float round the party looking glamorous.” The clothes started off normal fashion shots. The diners goggled the nymphs as they changed facing the mirrored wall as they did so to ensure they looked their best for the shots.

“Stephanie darling I’m looking for a mixture of innocence and exploration here I want you to reach out and place your hand over Cynthia’s breast.” There was a look of shock on both girls faces which he snapped as soon as the facial expression he was looking for arrived. “Perfect shocked look. I love it. Now two thousand extra for touching.” He looked at the other models looking envious at the extra money. “Well we have money in the budget I suppose anyone not want an extra two thousand fee?” “No well that’s settled then.”

“Now then white gowns looking innocent for the next shot in the wicked Count’s dungeon. Sam pick the first one up and put her over your shoulder.” Sam a large gentleman of African descent did as he was bid. “Cynthia darling that look of absolute fear is just perfect. Imagine he’s about to ravish you. Perfect and again give me an ineffective struggle.” The cameras clicked in rapid succession.

“Now final shots of the day elegant evening gowns with all the elegant undergarments that it implies. It’s all on the racks and your dressers will assist you with the silk stockings.” The head of sales broke out in a cold sweat. The chairman swivelled his chair round away from the glass window and had him put his head between his legs. Hopefully he’d recover without a full heart attack. He summoned two waitresses back into the room and soon they were wheeling the head of sales away in a wheelchair back to the hotel for a rest.

The elegant evening gowns finally covered up the expensive Parisian underwear much to the disappointment of the board members. The final shots were taken. “Right girls that’s a wrap. The party will continue in here in a few moments.” A group of dancers stepped out behind three girls scantily dressed with microphones who wowed the models. The music came with a loud thump. Waiters circulated carrying trays with delicacies, although sticks of celery were the most popular. The board members were quick to notice that the waiters all had cuffs and bow ties but little else rather than loin cloths. Most had a very dark black skin.

“I thought you said they’d be ours?” “Patience, these are not escorts we need to get them to relax first and we need them aroused.” The waiters soon had the models dancing and the singers moved to slower songs. Four of the girls who weren’t quite as slim as the others fondled their partner’s third leg beneath the loin cloth. One knelt before her partner and took his rod between her lips followed by the three other girls who had slipped in late. The tipsy models looked on fascinated and one or two who had had too many glasses of wine or taken a little too much coke followed suit.

“It’s a positive orgy going on in there!” “If you’d care to follow me gentlemen let’s join the party.” The waitresses trooped in with them both to dance and enjoy themselves. Besides holding a model down and warming them up with an Hitachi Magic Wand until they were almost there meant they didn’t resist in the slightest when the middle aged business men thrust their cocks into them. “There’s a certain naivety in them chairman but god they look and feel good. Excellent choice of venue.”

The bank called unfortunately because the loans officer had fallen and broken his leg as he came to work yesterday they hadn’t been able to put the $2.3 billion loan through however they had transferred the outstanding balance in the current account as requested. However this morning there seemed to be a change of ownership registered so could the new owner resign the documents and confirm the transfer of the money. Shirley thought for a moment and said she’d get back to them after contacting the new owner. She mused just who could it be. Mr. Davison had been up to the corner office and looked round with a proprietary eye. Management buyout? It only made sense if they’d stripped the company of assets first.

“Hi I have a letter which says I’m to report a Ms. Denton.” “You’ve found her. Let’s have a look at the letter.” Shirley skimmed through it. Inwardly she smiled to herself. “I’ll just leave you for a moment whilst I check something.” She darted off to find a phone and confirm the payroll deduction had been put through. She came back with two mugs of coffee. Jarrod looked taken back did females make the coffee here?

She sat down where to start? “Did you read your transfer letter fully?” “Well not completely.” “On page five, third paragraph it transfers the ownership of the company to you for a dollar.” “It does?” She nodded “and the deduction has gone through.” “So let me guess, the pension fund is short by two or three hundred dollars, the bank has granted a large loan?” “Not quite. There was an outstanding balance of $347 million to the pension fund but fortunately one of the last acts of the previous CEO was to pay it and the bank rang up today to say their loans office broke his leg yesterday but did we still want a 2.3 billion loan?” She fluttered her eye lashes gently at him. “I think there is even a few million left in the bank account or will be when I send out the accounts receivables. I held them back for a couple of days. There was something floating around in the air. You don’t think I did anything wrong do you?” “Do we have an independent company lawyer?” “Well old Mr. Weavers conveyed my house.” “Sounds perfect. Retain him and he can handle any queries.”

Well he looked nice enough but they wouldn’t have picked him unless they thought he was naive. She searched through her old emails looking for a CV she’d mentally filed away. There it was. A quick phone call yes Meredith was still available and was on her way there. Shirley thought she’d better spread the word personally that the company had been split off from the mega-merger and as far as she could see their jobs were safe.

When she returned to her office Meredith was sat reading a paperback with a lurid red cover. “Hi I’m Shirley I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you arrived. I’ll just put the kettle on to make some fresh coffee or would you prefer tea?” Meredith raised her eyebrows “I wasn’t expecting the red carpet treatment but tea please.” Shirley served them both and found a slice of cake each. “I’m only looking for temporary work.” “Yes I’m aware of that. Now would you like to tell me a bit about yourself?”

“Well we finished our courses my boyfriend took a job in Saudi Arabia and they aren’t exactly strong on women’s rights so I came home to parents for a while. Then I discovered my medical qualifications weren’t recognised in this province. Each province has its own licencing authority so I need to get that sorted out and that’s why I need a temporary job.” “Which part of medicine do you prefer?” “Not hospitals, I often thought that prevention is better than treatment. One of my friends says that most of her patients are depressed and its depressing to deal with them but having gone through medical school and with my student loans I don’t really have a much choice.”

“Oh are you busy Shirley?” came a voice at the entrance to her office. “Not at all Meredith and I were just taking a break. How’s the medical profession Janet?” “Well this one wants to put her feet up.” Janet came in and sat on one chair and slipped her feet up on another. “Hard morning?” “You know we have an aging workforce?” “Shirley nodded “Well some of them don’t help themselves. I’ve three that look as if they should see a doctor but its ‘I don’t need to see a doctor I saw one twenty years ago.’ or ‘they wouldn’t be interested in the likes of me.’” “So your fantasy would be a doctor on site.” “Wouldn’t it just, with a nurse practitioner, another nurse to help out with flu shots, taking blood samples and so forth, and someone trained in ergonomic assessment. A whole medical office in fact.” “But wouldn’t that be too expensive?” “It’s a lot more expensive not to do it. The big problem we have at the moment is staff. The existing ones are getting elderly but they know the jobs inside out and with a bit of help we can keep them going a bit longer. Besides if we set up a full medical office we could cover the rest of the trading estate. Just think of the travelling time saved going to medical appointments.”

“Of course we’d have to offer some enticement to get a doctor here such as pay off their student debt if they stayed five years.” Shirley looked at Meredith sideways. “I should think any doctor would like the idea of only working Monday through Friday during office hours but mega corp would never do it. Invest in people, they just look at them as human resources.” “We aren’t mega corp though we were sold off this morning.” “Which is why I dropped by to find out the juicy details.” “So some poor sucker paid a dollar for the division but the pension fund is short, the bank granted a large loan then all the cash in the current account has been transferred before the sucker paid his money.” “Not quite, the pension fund is up to date. The loans officer broke his leg on the way into work so the application wasn’t processed and somehow the invoices haven’t gone out recently. They should be in this afternoon’s post.” Janet looked down at the lurid paperback Meredith had been reading. “It must be inflation I’m sure romances were full of millionaires when I was young. These days it’s billionaires.”

“I think you’d better go and see our sucker about a job. The bank loan was for $2.3 billion by the way so since he paid a dollar for the company that makes him a billionaire doesn’t it? I’m sure he needs someone to guide him, an executive assistant perhaps?” she added mischievously. Meredith blinked then entered the lion’s den. She peered at him carefully as he looked up. “May I do anything for you?” he asked politely. “I’d like you to lie down please.” She said in her professional voice. She picked up a cushion lying on the sofa and placed it under his head. Then she loosened his tie and undid a few shirt buttons before bringing out a stethoscope from her bag and placing it on his chest. “What are you doing?” He asked in a puzzled voice. “Just making sure you’re healthy.” She moved it round then undid his slacks pulling them off by the ankles then his briefs came next. “I visited a doctor not ten years ago.” She felt his testicles to make sure they were fully descended. “Well since I’m here it won’t hurt to have a second opinion now will it?” Jarrod looked puzzled “Don’t worry it will all become clear shortly.” She moved and kissed him reassuringly on the lips. “Tastes nice.” He started to grin “I’m glad you approve.” “I’ll just check to see everything is working properly.” She moved down to his crotch and kissed his rod lightly before taking it more fully in her mouth. “Firms up nicely.” She smiled at him then thinking it was a good thing she wasn’t wearing tights that morning unzipped her skirt and slipped it and her briefs off before lowering herself on his rod. “What on earth are you up to now?” “You poor thing, missed out on sex education did you, never mind I’ll explain it all in excruciating detail later.” She concentrated on squeezing him as she moved up and down gently as he laughed. The laughter came to an end as Jarrod let the sensations take over. Afterwards she lay besides him and snuggled up. “Now pray explain what was that all about?” “Well I need a job but I wanted to make sure we’d work well as a team first.” “And will we?” “Oh I think so.” “What sort of job are you after?” “I’m not sure, we can ask Shirley when she comes and explains what we have to do to run the company.” “We?” She kissed him “Of course we, you need someone to discuss things with.”