The Men in my Life 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 if they are not suitable for you put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

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It seemed insane I was losing the two men in my life, what could I possibly do? A group of noisy students swept along the pavement celebrating the end of term. I paused to let them pass noticing Charlie ogling a mini skirt that barely covered a pair of long black fishnet covered legs. James I couldn’t do anything about, but Charlie maybe. “Can you go onto the meeting and I’ll catch you up?” he nodded and I turned back and pressing one of my cards in her hand spoke quickly to the girl, “If you want a summer job my office tomorrow morning at 8.” before whirling after Charlie.

Charlie, my saviour, was thinking of retiring. He was my techie, I took him to my meetings and he would sit there silently but afterwards he’d analyse them for me and translate what it was they were after. He’d have made a good manager himself but as he said he didn’t enjoy managing so left that bit up to little old me. In return I let him do what he fancied, take whatever training courses he liked but he’d announced to me last week he was thinking of retiring he’d lost his zest for life when his wife had died a year before.

We came out of the meeting, Charlie made a suggestion or two that would meet the other side’s needs and not cost us too much. He was like that, an off the cuff remark had saved my budget $100,000 only a month ago. Ten years ago my legs would have been good enough for the length of skirt the student had been wearing, these days they weren’t bad and if I thought it would keep Charlie I’d have worn an ultra short skirt like a flash, except I had to consider my boring corporate image.

She arrived in my office just before 8 am. “Hi you said you had job? I’ve got my C.V. here.” She handed me a document that said designer all over it before I even looked at it. “What exactly do you want me to do?” “Stop Charlie retiring.” She looked at me blankly. “Charlie’s my techie and he’s thinking about retiring but I thought if you flashed your legs in his direction he might think twice.” “Oh a leg man is he?” “I didn’t think so but yours made an impression on him yesterday.” “Well how long does the job last?” “Until he retires.” “A definite incentive scheme, OK, thank you but I’d rather not.” I told her how much I was willing to pay, then added in a generous clothing allowance which seemed to finally tip the balance, well I still had the $100,000 lying around my budget. “What does he do and when would you like me to start?” “Writes reports and this morning?” “Is there an office dress code?” “Sort of yes, unofficially, but as an art school student I’m sure we can relax them for you.” She swallowed then nodded her agreement.

I led the way to Charlie’s office, it was quiet and a bit out of the way as he liked it. “Charlie, this is Monica and she’ll be joining us for the summer.” His eyebrows lifted “Doing?” I panicked what could I say she would be doing, doing Charlie wasn’t exactly politically correct now was it. “Layout is what I’m interested in, which typeface makes people fall asleep rather than read the entire report, and Power Points that make an impact, but you need to understand the intended audience and what’s in the report but I’m sure you can explain that to me.” Thank god someone could think on her feet. You could almost see Charlie wanting to curl himself round her little finger.

Monica made an impact on the office in more ways than one. Her clothes were a complete mixture, things that shouldn’t work together just did. One day she’d be dressed office impeccable, the next Goth. She did however cheer Charlie up, I didn’t ask how but there was no further talk of retirement. I asked Charlie how he was managing with Monica and he just shrugged and said fine, apparently she was feeding him three evenings a week and her potato salad was something quite special. I spoke to Monica and told her to take time off for any time she spent at Charlie’s.

Problem man number one solved. James wasn’t so much of a problem, he was and had been my mentor for the last six years and now he judged the time was right for me to swim or sink. He was moving on to other things but hadn’t mentioned it to anyone yet. His successor would either be me or Bob and as James put it as I curled up in his lap either I put the knife in Bob or he’d do it to me otherwise the job was in the balance. Could I fight dirty if need be?

So how could I set Bob up? I thought about it for the next couple of weeks, finally one Friday morning in the executive washroom, females for the use of, Bob’s executive administrative assistant approached me as I was applying the finishing touches to my mascara. “My husband’s being transferred out to the west coast, is there any hope of a job in our regional office?” The west coast regional office comes under my division. “Well...” “Bob’s weakness apart from thinking he’s god’s gift to women is he procrastinates on signing requisitions so it costs us more to rush an order through. Would you like a couple of blank requisitions over his signature? Oh and good luck with the new job.” I looked round to see if anyone had overheard us. “It’s alright, but James’s secretary mentioned she thinks that something is in the air.”

How could I put those blank requisitions to best use? I have a favourite hiding place, the exclusive coffee shop at the rather expensive hotel down the street. I went to hide and think, perhaps Charlie might have an idea but I wanted to do this one on my own, the fewer people who knew the better.

I took a table well away from the entrance where, sat at the first two tables, the very expensively and elegantly dressed ladies who were available to play backgammon by the hour sat or at least that’s what the waiter mentioned to me when he asked me if I was there for the backgammon. I stared at the wall and munched my éclair desperate for an idea, any idea. “If I’d have realised just how precarious Roger’s business was and how vulnerable to recession it was I wouldn’t have insisted on that exclusive European holiday.” The words drifted over from the next table. “How bad is it?” “Unless a miracle happens, now the bank has withdrawn its line of credit, we go bankrupt in roughly three weeks time and lose everything. It’s so frustrating, I mean I know it’s slow normally at this time of the year, but people are holding back orders because there are rumours floating around. How’s your golden egg?” “Off its food same problem, if I thought I could earn enough on my back I might even go and sit near the entrance for an hour or two of backgammon.” “I thought we’d managed to give all that up when we left our senior executive assistant jobs behind and married the bosses, still we might both be reduced to that soon.”

I remembered glancing at them as I’d passed, I’d mentally placed them as trophy wives. I turned and faced them, “Ladies if you’re serious I think you might be the answer to one of my problems and I may be able to help with yours.” We talked, I had the signed blank requisition so all I needed was something to buy. “Honey if you just want some guy distracted for a month or so we could do it but only if we could get close enough.” I explained that I didn’t want him screwed so much as totally distracted, “Honey trust us, when we were at college there was no one that could resist our little tag team and we’ve grown more devious over time.”

I took them back to the office and collected Monica and Bob’s executive assistant, being Friday afternoon Bob had gone golfing. Then we talked and planned. Eventually it was decided that Bob’s assistant would take two weeks off and at the end of it she’d start work in the west coast office. She spent the afternoon describing Bob’s likes, dislikes and routines in minute detail. Brittany and Chelsea having been executive assistants before knew the framework and their jobs well. I set it up that Bob would have Brittany as his assistant and that Chelsea would be attached as an intern to learn the office routine. Brittany arranged that Monica would spend two weeks at Roger’s business seeing if she could design something for her project. She spent practically the entire time with Mike, one of his most experienced operators, and got him to show her what all the machines were capable of. Finally she was happy that she had something she thought was attractive but was simple enough to make on their equipment.

I checked with Brittany and Chelsea, they were confident that Bob could be subverted. Brittany had done some modelling in her teens and together they were dressed in office subtle provocative. Chelsea related to me what had happened when Bob had tried to make his first pass. “Since it’s marked in my dairy as your wedding anniversary today would you like me to send Chelsea down for a suitable bouquet of flowers? I’ve already made a reservation at your wife’s favourite restaurant for tonight.” Chelsea giggled it seemed to stop his amorous advances dead in his tracks. Not only that but I heard from Monica that his wife had dropped by the art school shop the next day and after buying an expensive silk tie with an Escher mathematical pattern on it questioned Monica closely since it had been the first time he’d even remembered their anniversary.

I went and had a cuddle on James’s lap and mentioned I had my knife poised over Bob’s back. “Best plunge it in and I’ll announce my moving on in two days time, is that enough time?” “Perfect, you couldn’t impose a temporary hiring freeze as well could you?” I looked at him innocently. He stroked my hair and laughed. “I’d heard that Bob’s executive assistant had been subverted, sorry transferred. The talk upstairs is how long the new one will last, staff turnover is one of the new management metrics these days so hang on to Charlie while you can.” I wondered how much he knew or guessed about Monica.

On Friday afternoon after having very carefully worked out precisely how much manufacturing capacity Roger’s company had I dispatched Monica down there with a purchase order for 28,000 WXV7s as Monica called them to be delivered in two weeks time.

Monica found them all gathered together and Roger was telling them that they only had one week’s work left and at the end of the week he thought the bank would foreclose so they’d be out of a job. “Does that mean you won’t be able to make my widgets?” she asked standing next to Mike in a very disappointed voice. “Not unless you have cash in hand.” “Oh they gave me a banker’s draft is that the same?” Everyone turned to her and she held out the purchase order. “I’m sorry it’s sort of rushed but I doubled what Mike thought would be a reasonable figure to compensate.” Roger turned to Mike “What is a WXV7?” “Just something Monica and I came up with, your wife asked me to help Monica with what I thought was a college project. We figured we could make 100 a hour or 700 per shift.” “So normally 7,000 in two weeks and we have a purchase order for four times that that says delivery in two weeks plus a weekend.” He turned to Monica “Would 7,000 do in two weeks time?” “They’re all needed in two weeks for some project or other, all of them. I think it’s all or nothing. Besides there is a penalty for late delivery, the draft is only for 80% of the total, the final 20% to be paid on acceptance.”

Mike chimed in “We have the machinery to do it if we run 24 hours a day and work the weekends as well. We could probably defer next week’s planned work. For two weeks we can work double shifts or whatever provided we get time off to compensate. If we put it to the wives, sorry spouses, it’s either that or no job I think they won’t be happy but will agree.” Roger looked round at his workforce “Well guys it looks like we either work like hell for two weeks or we go under, want to go for it?” The work force agreed and immediately started to get organised into shifts, Roger called his wife to say he’d be working long hours for the next couple of weeks and was surprised to hear her say she’d been expecting it and would it help if Chelsea asked her husband to spare any staff he could?

Sometimes he felt he really didn’t understand women at all especially his wife, sometimes she could be so demanding and at other times supportive, perhaps he shouldn’t have married someone so much younger after all?

Chelsea appeared in my office “Hi, I thought you might like to watch and listen.” She typed something into my computer and her mobile rang, something else into my browser and the conference room near Bob’s office appeared. Normal except Brittany was getting changed in it. Off came her normal office wear and then on went an outfit I’d seen in Agent Provocateur, a rather upmarket underwear boutique I’d always thought of in terms of mistresses since no one else can possibly afford their prices. Her breasts were still good, not a sign of sag, the quarter cup bra framed them nicely, the stockings and belt were works of art as was the minuscule suggestion of a skirt. I liked the matching blindfold she put on before leaning across the conference table. Chelsea came through the door and handcuffed Brittany so she was spread eagled with her butt unprotected by her crotchless scrap of dark blue satin facing the door. Chelsea slipped a cushion under Brittany’s tummy so her butt really was thrust out then inserted a lubricated Rabbit vibrator in and switched it on, the lowest setting. I felt for the poor girl, just what I felt I wasn’t certain, attraction, jealousy surely not. Chelsea finally brought out an MP3 player with headphones and placed them over Brittany’s ears. Looking at her I had a sudden thought she was trussed up like a Christmas turkey with a vibrator rather than a spit but otherwise cooking nicely.

I couldn’t wait to see what came next but it was just a voice over the headphones. “Night Bob, if Roger, Brittany’s husband, gets lost point him in the direction of the small conference room for his birthday treat.” Chelsea’s mobile? Nothing happened for a good five minutes then the conference door opened and Bob sneaked in. Poor guy I felt for him, even though I knew it was a trap no way was he going to escape, although I was uncertain how it would unfold. I liked his silk tie though some sort of mathematical pattern?

I got the feeling he couldn’t believe his luck. He walked very carefully round Brittany inspecting her then feeling reassured he removed the vibrator and slipped his finger in. Brittany wiggled her butt against his finger she was very obviously aroused. Bob looked round one more time then taking off his jacket first undid his fly, pulled out his John Henry and slid it in. The way Brittany was wiggling I felt she must be doing most of the work.

OK so he was in but how was the trap to be sprung? “Brittany dear, Roger called the car’s broken down, Oh Bob you naughty man, I do hope you asked Brittany nicely first?” Chelsea removed the ball gag, headphones, blindfold and handcuffs from Brittany then turned back to Bob, “We’d better clean you up as well hadn’t we?” She knelt before him and took his softening rod in her mouth using her tongue to lick off any sperm she could reach. “Next time Bob I really think you should ask me first, I mean to say if you just go plunging it in without asking that’s rape isn’t it?” “Next time?” Bob faltered “Well there will be a next time won’t there Bob?” Brittany knelt before Bob and licked the sperm she could see around the base of his cock holding his testicles in her hand. “Chelsea I think he’s going to come again.” Chelsea got up quickly and sat on the edge of the table lifting her skirts up. “Plunge it in, better he unloads it inside me than we have to explain a mess on the carpet.”

Brittany licked his rod clean afterwards then looked at her watch, “I think you’d better get going if you’re going to get home on time.” She smiled at him, “See you Monday.”

The two girls waited quietly until they heard the elevator then broke into a fit of the giggles. “You don’t think we over did it?” “It worked didn’t it. Think his new tie was in shot?” “Well I hope so after all the hard work we did. You look terribly worked up, it wouldn’t take much to put you over the top now would it?” Brittany looked coy if that were possible, “We haven’t gone down on each other properly since college days have we?” Chelsea knelt between Brittany’s thighs to tongue her to release. I minimized my browser and turned unplugged the headphones to give them a bit of privacy as I sorted out my last few emails before the weekend.

On Monday morning the girls greeted Bob in the office. “We thought we’d play a game, you have to choose a colour and if you choose the colour of knickers either of us are wearing then you get to have your way with her all day. Your choices are black, white or blue.” Bob chose blue. Brittany lifted her skirt and slipped off her white underwear then slid on a pair of blue knickers with a three penises motif on the front and a cut out at the back which she lifted from her bag. “Lucky Bob.” She remarked. Chelsea exchanged her sheer black knickers for a blue pair with a matching motif. “Very lucky Bob I’d say, getting both right on his first guess.”

I just sent Monica down with another order for 3,000 WXV7s at the normal price without a specified delivery date.

On Tuesday when I saw the latest management trainee assigned to his rotation in audit eye Monica across the cafeteria I felt my matchmaking instincts come into play. “Why don’t you ask that nice young man on the third table what he does?” “What he’s doing you mean?” “No he’s a management trainee working in audit branch so spin him a line and get him to show you how he’d audit your WXV7 for example.”

It was a pleasure to see her trotting off obediently and a few minutes later she was hanging on his every word. I know she was being paid twice the normal student salary but she was worth every cent.

“So you see if we suspected something odd about a purchase we’d enter the part number in here.” “So could you show me WXV7?” He typed in the code and low and behold two purchase orders came up. “We just divide the total by the quantity to get the unit price and when they are different we just check why.” “Oh you mean larger orders get a lower unit price and so on.” “That’s odd the larger order has double the unit price of the smaller one.” Monica tactfully withdrew.

James looked up to see the young trainee from audit in front of him. “There must be a simple explanation but there are two orders for the same thing from the same supplier but the pricing is very different.” James looked at the orders and the unit price. “It does look odd doesn’t it but I’m sure Bob will be able to explain it to you. Go and ask him nicely and let me know what the answer is if you don’t mind.” He smiled his dismissal and wondered if Bob was about to get knifed in the back.

“I’m sorry to disturb you but there is a query about this purchase.” “See my executive assistant she handles all that sort of thing.” He rang for Brittany “There’s some sort of query? Can you sort it out for me?” Brittany looked at it “Well it’s dated before I arrived but it’s for my husband’s company. It’s the very generous one that saved it from bankruptcy, I remember the date well it was the day you found me in the conference room after work I’m sure you remember. Oh well looks like we won’t be able to do that or anything else in future, still it was fun. Oh by the way I hereby resign as of now.” “You can’t there’s a staff hiring freeze on.” “Of course I can, Chelsea as well, Human Resources won’t mind if it’s a choice of that or bringing up your rape of me.” She turned to the open mouthed trainee “Would you like the video of him raping me?” and handed him a USB stick, “I have other copies. Bye Guys.” And with a wave she and Chelsea were gone.

The trainee dived out of the door followed by Bob’s cry of “Give me that!”

Brittany dropped by to let me know the game was almost over, “Oh and Chelsea and I reorganised the files, alphabetic but starting at the second letter rather than the first. Now I’ve dropped a USB stick with the video of the rape in the post to his wife so all I have to do is get home to Roger and let him know I indulged in his fantasy about being forced to have sex with my boss in my own way before anyone else gets to him. Don’t you think men are a little odd sometimes? Thank you for everything, when Roger called the customers and told them their work would be delayed because of a rush order they suddenly started placing orders again. He says the order book is the longest it’s ever been. Oh before I forget you’d better have this, it’s just a few videos that Chelsea recorded on the teleconferencing system in Bob’s office, she thought you might find them useful.”

“Now Bob there seems to be some question about a recent purchase and if I understand correctly a rape of your executive assistant.” “It’s a total misunderstanding!” “You mean she consented to having sex with you verbally before hand?” “Not in so many words.” “So you’re admitting having sex with her. There could be an element of sexual harassment here even if it isn’t rape. I’ll give you an hour before I take this further, you may wish to talk it through with your wife but I think the simplest thing would be for you to resign.” James walked out of Bob’s office and into mine.

“Don’t think I want to know all the details but what exactly happened?” I clicked play on the .avi file so James could see the conference room in all its glory. At the end he turned to me “So it was technically rape?” “Well I think so, as Brittany says in the video all he had to do was ask first.” “And I think we can assume he has been enjoying other sexual favours since, that with the overpayment doesn’t look good does it?” “Brittany left me a few more videos but fortunately I’m not the judge.” “I think you’ve proved you can handle the likes of Bob anyway.”

James’s old job was mine, thank you Monica.

The doorbell rang and on the step stood Monica carrying a bottle. “I thought I’d bring you a present as repayment for everything you’ve done for me. The rest of the class were awe struck when they found out that one of my designs had been manufactured and was selling well. The prof said I could write it up as my project.” I ushered her in before anyone called the cops and complained she was carrying a bottle of wine in the open. They have some odd ideas locally, one is that the mere sight of a bare bottle of booze might corrupt some youngster’s morals or other. We sat down and drank a glass each chatting about this and that. I could see she had something on her mind but I wasn’t sure quite what and was wondering how to bring up the subject when she leant into me and kissed me on the lips. “The wine was only part of the gift, the other part is me.” I looked at her trying to puzzle out what she meant.

“Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be eaten out by a girl who actually knew what all the bits were for? I have, and I think it’s an experience you should have to. After all male bosses get Blow Jobs as a perk for favours so why shouldn’t you get the same. I mean I have to keep in with the boss who has the budget.” Before I could even think about saying don’t be silly she had walked round the back of the sofa and started caressing my neck and nibbling my ears. My breath shortened as I recalled Brittany and Chelsea together in the conference room, her hands slipped down at my sides and I lifted my arms out of the way so she could caress my breasts. Too late I realised I’d given her permission by doing so. She stepped back in front of me and held her hand out, “Don’t be shy its more comfortable in bed though.” I hurriedly tried to remember if I’d made my bed or not as distracted she led me into the bedroom.

“Now do you prefer your breasts to be suckled or your nipples pinched?” I was beet red but my body was eager to learn, and learn it did as we explored each other’s bodies. I lapped her in a 69 as she lapped me. Well I’d always wondered what it was like for some guy to lap me out. Monica was right girls really do know which bits are which.

So now I have a student lodger who disappears to Charlie’s three evenings a week and some rather interesting works of art on the walls.