The takeover 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. They were first posted on asstr.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author.

Copyrighted Karen Blayne 2013. All copies must be of the complete document.

Luv Karen.

Things move quickly sometimes, I read on the web that we’d been taken over. Oh well nothing new there. Then the company that took us over got taken over in turn about three days later. Oh well dog eat dog I guess. Nothing much to worry about I was within a year of retiring, mother’s affairs had finally been straighten out, she’d died about a year before. Dad had brought some stock on a whim and now well I could retire in comfort no matter what happened.

“I’m from head office to give you all your severance packages.” What the hell we’d been working on the project for three years now and young Victor had caught me last night on the way home and mentioned he had an idea that he thought would put the last part of the puzzle in place. They couldn’t just scrap everything could they? They could. Well that would have been that except for Maria, you know the one who has feelings, big boobies, short skirts and is forever getting drunk at any office party. She even gate crashes other office parties can you believe? Well Maria came to see me and dropped her bag on the floor, at least that was her story. She had my flies open and her mouth open over my rod before I could blink. I must confess I’d never in my life had a condom applied from an open mouth before and moments later her dark rooted blonde head was bobbing up and down in my lap. I was stunned by just how smooth and quick her action was, I mean if she’d only apply half the effort in the office, well that was another story.

“So how did you like your severance package?” I looked at her wordlessly, “Now if anyone is going to land on their feet out of this it’ll be you, so just remember me when you’re looking for staff.” And with that she darted out of the office and I saw Veronica staring at me standing in the doorway. Veronica has class, she has some sort of exotic degree and joined us two years ago when her husband got transferred to our little town. She does have a tendency to organise things including me from time to time. “Dan, my husband has been laid off, now I’m being laid off, and all you can think of is retirement. Well you can’t, we need you to organise something.” She looked me in the eye, she knows I have a soft spot for her and knelt down before me. “Veronica.” I whispered in shock. She took her time and was far more deliberate in her actions than Maria ever was, she held me on the edge and I swear looked directly at me innocently until I came once again. “Now let’s get this straight, I need a job and since your wife died you need my lips, and if you’re a good boy I’ll even wear black stockings for you each day.” “But everyone is being laid off.” “So the office will be empty, you could get a real deal on the rent, you have a dozen engineers and you only need keep the best. Oh I’ve drawn up a list of people I think we should retain.” “But what will Jeff say?” “Oh I’ll just put it to him that Maria had already given you oral sex and the alternative would be pole dancing and working the Champagne room.” She said glancing with disdain at Maria’s used condom in the waste bin, then she dropped a list on my desk and I glanced through it. I noticed Maria’s name was missing but even so I totally agreed with the list. “I’ll just drift round the office quietly and let them know to come in tomorrow morning shall I?” “Black seamed stockings every day?” I couldn’t help myself, “Except on Tuesdays and Thursdays when I thought you might like to telework. Double beds are so much more comfortable don’t you think?” She raised her eyebrow at me and swung her hips provocatively as she walked out of the office.

I admit it I’m weak sometimes. Perhaps morally I should have said no but the temptation was too much. Oh well my dreams of heading south in the winter and avoiding the cold and snow had just been put on hold. I called head office and made them an offer for the ten year lease they had just signed and all the office equipment in the office at close of business that day. That would give me a little time to restock the supply cabinets. The offer wasn’t very high but the market wasn’t good for renting an entire office block just at the moment and let’s face it we still had four empty floors. Next was our customers, same staff, same deal, most accepted without question, except of course the Snelling contract, I left the company on the hook for that one. It was one of our less bright management trainees who’d wanted to show how clever he was. Unfortunately he’d committed us to make the changes that the client wanted for a fixed price without first checking what they were. I’d double checked to make sure his name wasn’t on Veronica’s list. I stopped by Victor’s office to see how he was taking it. “HR, they were in, some silly bits of paper or other on the desk in the corner if you’re interested but just at the moment I’ve got to a really interesting bit so if we could talk tomorrow that would be better.” “Tomorrow at nine, the corner conference room, I’ll send Veronica to remind you.” I worry about that lad sometimes, especially when I see him wearing the same crumpled shirt three days in a row.

Next stop was Martha, been with us since well it’s been a long long time. “Martha take the office credit card and max it with useful office things. Nothing that we wouldn’t not buy as normal run of the mill and don’t worry about the layoffs but make sure we take possession of everything before 5 pm, get it back to the office if you can. We’ll talk tomorrow in the conference room at 9.” I was just going over anything else I could think of when I got a call from the loading bay. Would you believe four fifty three foot trailers of office equipment? I signed and we just rolled the pallets out and somehow got them up to the empty fourth floor. Well they’d been ordered months before something to do with a new centralised company data and call centre I seem to recall but we’d been taken over so many times recently I’d forgotten which company it was all for.

That evening was spent drawing up a business plan. Not much of one really, survive until one of the three main projects came to fruition in years to come. Basically I had some cash but I’d need buy in from the staff. I crawled to bed late that night but at least I had some numbers to work with. The next morning I assembled everyone in the conference room. “OK guys I have a proposal to you basically we form a new company, I have some cash but not that much. We have three projects in the pipeline and I think one at least will get as far as a commercial product in perhaps four years time by the time we get our approvals. We have some low margin business which will pay some of the bills for the next little while we develop those three projects. If we go ahead you get to keep your jobs but I wouldn’t hold much hope of big pay raises in the next little while. We’ll need some cash so I suggest that everyone pools at least their two months’ severance pay and any spare cash they have and we’ll split the company shares according to how much you put up, any questions?” “Does this mean I get to complete my project?” Trust Victor to get to the bottom line directly. “Yes.” “Then I’m in.” In fact everyone who was invited wanted in. I added up the contributions not bad, enough to pay the salaries for three months if need be. I just hoped and prayed this was going to work out. I kept going over all the things that could possibly go wrong in my head.

Veronica became my second in command or personal assistant and together we went up to the fourth floor to see what we had. Head office called me on my smart phone, transfer the money by four pm and everything was mine. I called the bank and they loaned me the cash against the house whilst I sold off stocks to repay the equity line of credit. The pallets were as I suspected one server farm and one call centre. I let Veronica call her husband up to slot everything together. Well you never know when you might need them and if they were packed away in boxes they couldn’t be used anyway and as she said it would give him something to do besides maybe even bringing in a bit of extra cash if we could figure out what to do with them.

Tuesday I was barely out of bed when the front door rang. I picked up my dressing gown to be respectable and scurried down to answer the door before the courier darted off. It wasn’t a courier but Veronica who took one look at my rather brilliant royal blue silk dressing gown with peacocks then hustled me inside. “And I thought it was only casual Friday.” She smiled at me. “Thank heaven I’ve brought a matching outfit.” Matching, well it was silk I suppose, not a lot of it and it had matching lace panels over her breasts and tiny lace knickers all in cream. We spent the morning in bed and I must say as an incentive scheme it worked very well. At least I was able to forget my doubts for a while.

We eventually got up when my craving for coffee grew too strong and there are definite limits to how long I can keep going these days, much as I hate to admit it. We’d just finished lunch when the door bell rang. Veronica picked up my dressing gown and introduced two of her old school friends Tiffany and Lindsey. “So did you like it?” I looked puzzled, “Vicky’s new lace and silk confection that Jeff hasn’t even seen yet.” “We went shopping with her last night for something special.” “We do everything together and she told us all about giving you a blow job before you gave her her new position.” “And since we’ve experience in running a call center.” “We’d like to be your new call girls.” I looked at Veronica, “Well they’ll be working in the call center and they’re definitely girls.” “So shall we get the blow job out of the way first?” Tiffany looked invitingly at me. I hate to say it but I was shattered from the morning session with Veronica. Veronica was grinning at my discomfort the wretch, “How can you be sure they’ll relate to people at the call centre if they can’t relate to you. I really think you should see how well they can give oral sex before we go any further.” I’ve noticed that before about Veronica she avoids using terms like Blow Job. “I think I agree with you.” I said taking the wind out of her sails, she looked puzzled at my sudden capitulation and then I saw it dawn on her as she read my mind. “No no way.”

I turned to Tiffany and Lindsey “I’m a little tired after this morning so it wouldn’t be fair to you to ask you to give me oral sex so I’ll delegate to Veronica. Shall we say the test is to bring her to an orgasm within twenty minutes?” They were a picture of dropped jaws. “But but.” “Well as Veronica said it’s important to test how you relate to others but if you don’t wish to do it then we can terminate the job interview here and now.” The three girls exchange looks. Tiffany stepped towards Veronica, “Well Vicky girl I’ve always been curious and I need the job so spread your legs wide.” Veronica gave me a look of appeal over Tiffany’s head as if to say this wasn’t real was it. I turned away to Lindsey “So how do you fancy her chances?” “Pretty good.” She delved in her bag and came out with a magic wand vibrator. “We’ll let her go ten minutes and see if Veronica has worked up to the idea, if not after five minutes of Mr. Hitachi here she’ll orgasm at the slightest touch.”

Veronica looked so vulnerable in her scraps of lace, and Tiffany’s russet coloured hair looked quite spectacular against Veronica’s pale thighs. “You could help me a little by massaging my knickers. Once I’m aroused then dealing with Veronica should be easier.” So we sat there watching Veronica and Tiffany with Lindsey’s fingers very gently caressing my woody and mine at the top of her thighs. She was very good wrapping her fingers around my rod and very gently running her thumb back and forth over the end lubricated by my pre-cum as Tiffany lapped away. I glanced at my watch and then back to Veronica. “I think Veronica’s getting in the mood her neck and chest certainly seem to be a deep pink colour.” “Looks like she won’t need Mr. Hitachi after all, perhaps you could try it on Tiffany when she’s watching Veronica and I.” Veronica gave a definite gasp and her nipples looked suddenly harder. “My turn next.” Lindsey and Tiffany changed places except this time Lindsey positioned herself for a soixante-neuf. She looked up at me “Why should Veronica have all the fun?”

I totally agreed and placed Lindsey’s Mr. Hitachi between Tiffany’s thighs to keep her quiet as I watched open mouthed the two girls pleasuring each other on the carpet in front of me. Unfortunately it didn’t work that well as Tiffany started to moan and squirm as the massager did its lethal work.

Eventually the two girls flopped apart exhausted. “So did they pass?” I innocently enquired. All I got was a very significant look from Veronica from which I gathered they had.

I’d wandered up to see how the call center was working out. Tiffany waved to me to sit down on the armchair next to her work station so I sat thinking when she’d finish the call she had some issue or other she wanted to talk about. She transferred herself to my lap and handed me a pair of headphones. “Now Eric you do understand that this call maybe monitored and recorded for training and other purposes. Now we have a special on today a dollar rather than the usual four dollars a minute but that’s only because I like the sound of your voice and I’m going to get off on it. It will take between twenty and twenty five minutes if you’re agreeable and since we’re role playing I’m going to call you Mr. Campbell and I want you to imagine you’re interviewing me for a job that I’m keen to obtain. Now don’t forget the sound of your voice is important to my pleasure so keeping talking to me.” Eric gave his consent.

“Now I’ve come into the office and on giving you my CV I’ve just perched on your lap and can feel your hard rod beneath me. I guide your hand up over my breast so you can feel my nipple harden beneath my silk blouse.” She did the action as she spoke and guided my hand over her soft thin blouse. “Squeeze my nipple between your thumb and finger, harder, that’s it now pull on it slightly. Tell me what you’d like to fondle next and see if you can think of a few questions to ask me to prolong the interview.” Eric’s instructions guided my hands and Tiffany’s responses were based on her reaction to my hands. Eric even managed to get in one or two relevant interview questions. Tiffany came to a shuddering climax in my lap with one of my hands tweaking one breast, whilst the other middle finger penetrated her at the same time her fingers tweaking the other breast and guiding my fingers at her crotch. “Oh thank you Mr. Campbell that was the best ever. Are you going to give me the same attention every day?” There was a final groan from Eric and Tiffany ended the call thanking him. “Oh god that was so much fun. Have you got an indecent recording Lindsey?” “Why would you want to record it.” “Silly man, it’s a lot less effort to put the recording up and let them pay to listen to it than go through that on each call even if it’s cheaper than a live call.” “The call quality seemed very good.” “Skype calls always seem clearer somehow than the normal phone but we have both.” The phone rang and Tiffany pressed a key “Good morning Greenway slow pots how may I help you today?” Lindsey guided me away, “As you can see we do a mixture of calls for different people. Tiffany thinks we’ll be showing a profit by the first month’s end.”

A week or two later I was surprised to see Veronica seated at one of the call centre desks. Lindsey offered me a pair of headphones, “She’s very good at playing the innocent with a problem.” “Is that the Iron Rod help desk?” “No I don’t think so.” “It must be I dialled the 1-800 number and after waiting and waiting ever such a long time I pressed some more buttons and you came on. You must be able to help me with my problem.” “Perhaps if you explain your problem I may be able to help.” “Well Stacy brought me a present and said its very useful but so far all its done is sit on the table and the top turns round and round until it started going slower and slower then it stopped. There was another button that said vibrate but all it did then was vibrate on the table. Is it some type of food mixer or something?” “Perhaps if you were to describe it to me.” Veronica picked up the vibrator and described it. I took the headphones off and looked at Lindsey. “She plays pure innocent and gets the guy to explain what it is and how to use it. Her ‘So that tube of lubricant that came with it isn’t for the car’ delivery is absolutely priceless. She gets them all hot and flustered but in such an innocent way.”

At the end of the month we were covering costs just about. I got chatting to a young lady on a mobility scooter over coffee as I checked my email on their free wifi. She seemed sane to me but a bit down as she hadn’t got a job so I offered her a job with the call centre. Well traffic was picking up a bit for some reason not everyone was happy with an Asian accent on a 1-800 number and we had North American accents at least. Miranda fitted in rather well so we hired a few more disabled people. That was a bit tricky because we couldn’t discriminate against non disabled but we could interview anyone who knocked on the door. So Miranda fed us a steady stream of new recruits as and when we needed them. Although the work came in bursts we tried to keep as many staff on as possible in the quieter spells. After two months we were settling down. Miranda in a quiet spell had tried her hand at the sex side of the call center and found she enjoyed casting a spell over all the guys who wouldn’t normally give her a second glance on her mobility scooter. I wasn’t so sure we should be corrupting her in this way but the other girls were happy and since we made a higher margin on the sex calls we paid them a little more as well.

Then the storm struck, widespread power outages, buildings badly damaged, the whole works. Tiffany suddenly had more work than we could handle as call centres elsewhere went off line and we were used to pick up the slack. “Pity I can’t transfer my computer centre as easily.” “Oh but you can.” Suddenly we were in the offsite disaster business. Our empty servers were suddenly in demand and very valuable. Jeff was in high demand. The first company was back up and working three hours after their techies unloaded the backup tapes from their cars. Some web sites were a tiny bit slow in response times but they were up and still in business.

One problem you get with staff is after they have been in the same job for five years or so some decide they need a change to progress their career. I’ve never understood it myself, it normally takes two years to get proficient in a job. The worst are the single guys, the married ones or those with similar responsibilities take a more practical view of just earning money. I’ve noticed they tend to be more receptive to over time etc. Well looking at the project Gnatt chart resource list I noticed two of our single engineers who had been working on similar work for the dreaded five years were in critical bits and would be very critical for the next eighteen months. The thing that brought it to mind was Jordon had been dumped by his girl friend of two years. A pet goldfish would do the trick, someone to talk to and feel responsible for, something difficult to move out of town with, but how do you get an engineer to adopt a goldfish? A self adopting goldfish? A kitten who would follow them home? Did Jordon like kittens or goldfish? To turn the problem round what would Jordan prefer? It’s spring so his thoughts would turn to an eighteen year old blonde perhaps? Then it was obvious, spring time that time of year when students were looking for summer jobs.

That evening I rented a minivan well it was all they had left on the lot, and at six am I set off. I arrived at Queens just after nine and as I stepped out of the car I asked a passing student “Where do I go to hire a summer student, preferably an electrical engineer?” “Well Joshua and David have jobs already, there’s Nathan he’s in my class and I don’t think he has a job yet.” “You mean you’re studying electrical engineering?” “Yes but I was trying to give you a choice.” “Do you have a summer job?” “McDonalds.” “If I pay you twice what McDonalds pay do you think I could hire you?” “You mean call them and say I’d changed my mind?” “Or even get one of your friends who doesn’t have a summer job to call round with a letter saying sorry but would they do instead?” “Is this for real? I mean how do I know the job really exists and you’re not a white slave trader.” She’d do perfectly, exactly the same approach as Jordon had, decisions based on minimum negatives. I called Veronica on the cell. “Can you grab Mike and Bill and put them on the conference room speaker phone then call me back. I’ve a summer student who wants to interview them to see if she wants a summer placement.” “Did I hear you correctly, she wants to interview them?” “Correct.” “Different, I’ll call you back.” The phone rang a minute or two and I handed it over. Her face was a picture to watch as they answered all her questions at quite a technical level and then posed some to her. She fumbled around and passed me her ringing phone so I could hear what was being said as I was conferenced in on that one as well. “So has anyone any final questions?” I asked “Has she got good legs?” This came from Bill. “Well she has two and they support her weight so I’d say they were good enough.” I replied, then Veronica’s voice came on the line “Just ignore them.” Emily asked them what our biggest problem was. Bill’s reply was keeping track of everything. “Oh you need Amber for that, she’s doing information science.”

I terminated the conversation then asked her to collect her things and Amber and we’d set off back. “What just like that?” “Well there’s no time like the present. Just tell Amber if she can get her belongings in the van by the time I’ve had breakfast she has a summer job at the same rates of pay as you do. Now where can I get breakfast?” I passed her the keys and ambled off to get something to eat.

Emily and Amber were sat in the van waiting for me when I got back. I hadn’t realised that two students could amass quite so much but fortunately they’d managed to squeeze it all in the Sienna. They were chatting merrily away when I climbed into the driving seat and pulled away. “Did you send anyone to Mcdonalds in your place?” I asked. Emily looked strickened, “It was all so fast I’ll call Dillon right now.”

Amber asked “So what’s this job about then?” I shrugged my shoulders “I just drive the van and follow instructions. Emily wished to have you so here you are.” Emily gaped at me for a moment then recovered herself. “Do I get three wishes a day?” She asked innocently. “Sorry its cut back time so you’re reduced to one a year now.” “How long have you two known each other?” “We met for the first time about an hour ago.” “Emily how could you let him talk you into his car and drive goodness knows where. I always thought that you were the cautious one and Ashley the impetuous one. Where are we going by the way?” The GPS navigation system interrupted with an announcement that we should turn left in a hundred yards. I glanced at Emily sat besides me “Oh don’t ask him he only follows instructions. Truly Amber I’ve talked to his staff, Veronica’s nice and the others are typical males.” “Voices over the phone?” “But voices who know a great deal about Electrical Engineering, much as I hate to admit it he’s legitimate.” “Oh well at least you won’t have to wear that terribly unflattering uniform.”

Sometimes I can’t resist “Didn’t I mention the uniform?” “I knew it was too good to be true, tell me it’s not bright purple please. It’s just not my colour.” “Black.” I improvised and an evil thought came into my head. About an hour ahead there was a shopping mall we’d make a stop there for an early lunch. “Hey we’ll be two witches.” The girls chatted blithely on as the miles rolled by. I pulled into the mall and we got out to stretch our legs. I guided them into the main department store and announced “We’d better pick up your uniforms.” They looked at me oddly. “Black stockings.” “Just black stockings?” “The rest is optional.” They looked rebellious so I decided to bribe them. “Black stockings and it pays another $10 an hour.” “I think we’re being bribed.” “I’m sure he’s attempting to corrupt us do we want to be bribed and corrupted?” “I’ve got a student loan that says yes.” Emily turned back to me “We think under the circumstances we’ll permit ourselves to be bribed.” I picked out some black nylon stockings and offered them. Amber examined them “They aren’t one size and they’re so expensive are you sure?” I nodded. Amber went off to confer with a sales girl about sizes and such. “Well they have some on sale in our size but only three pairs in black, lots of white, blue and other colours though. I suspect its more the stocking part rather than the black that’s important to you so shall we stock up on the sale ones? How many pairs can we buy?” We negotiated and they brought two or three garter belts each as well. Skirts? They didn’t own any skirts? We brought skirts and a couple of dresses they couldn’t possibly live without. I even threw a couple of plain colour mid thigh pleated skirts on to the pile for fun. It was a good job that the pay off on Jordon’s project was set to be worth a few million at least.

We got back to my office after lunch and Veronica followed us in. She had a couple of things that had cropped up she’d handled but wanted to let me know about. She raised an eyebrow at me at the sight of the two students in skirts and seamed nylons, I just said “Jordon.” She nodded. “Emily, its feeding time at the zoo want to come and see?” Intrigued Emily followed her. I sat down with Amber and attempted to bring her up to speed on the various aspects of our little band. I’d just more or less finished when a very flushed Emily tottered back in on high heels, her skirt looked much shorter than when she’d left which totally confused me. “My that was fun.” She exclaimed. I looked to Veronica for enlightenment. “We went and fed the boys, including Tom, their afternoon slice of fruit cake. Jaws dropped and the conversation just ended when Emily walked in.” “So I asked which was Tom and they pointed him out so I served all the others first bending over and generally putting my legs on display. It felt so warm I had to restrain myself from lying on the carpet and opening my legs. I mean I wouldn’t really have done it but the male attention I was getting was a powerful aphrodisiac. In the end I went and stood next to Tom and brushed my thighs against his shoulders.” “It was priceless to see his face when she asked if her legs would do. The others all were merciless in their comments so I thought I’d better bring her back before anything major happened. I’d best return Tiffany’s shoes.” Emily turned her back on me and bent down to exchange her shoes displaying lots of stocking tops and straps in the process. Then she turned back and unrolled her waist band and her skirt lengthened to a more respectable length. Amber looked on open mouthed. “She’s not usually like this.” She whispered to me.

As we walked along the corridor to Jordon’s office I asked her what her dad’s first name was. “Mark” came the puzzled reply. “Hi Jordon, may I introduce Emily, she’s Mark’s daughter studying electrical engineering so can you find her a spot in your office. Oh and she’s from out of town so if you can think of somewhere for her to stay that would be appreciated. I’d put her up myself but the in-laws are threatening to visit.” Many of the engineers were used to management off spring being dumped on them during the summer as students under the previous regime, they used to call it babysitting. Jordon looked up and waved at a desk on the side “She can have my guest room and a ride in in the morning.” I left them to it and returned to collect Amber.

“How could you be so sneaky underhand and take advantage of that poor guy.” Veronica looked up. “What’s he been up to now?” “We went into Jordon’s office and he inferred that I was some senior manager’s spoilt brat who needed babysitting and then he practically forced the guy to find me somewhere to sleep at his place. Besides wearing stockings as if that had anything to do with how well I can do a job.” “So he’s a manager, managers do that sort of thing. Now let’s have a look at the situation, you aren’t the only one wearing stockings, I also wear them. You have a summer job that reasonably well paid in the field that you’re studying and rent free accommodation. That’s not bad you know. You’re a girl so take advantage of it, the stockings probably tipped the balance to Jordon accepting you as did the inference that you were related to someone. Now you have a foot in the door you can prove yourself by your work.” “I suppose so, and it does pay three times McDonalds pay. I suppose that’s life so I’d better enjoy it whilst I can.” She disappeared back to Jordon’s office.

“Paul meet summer student Amber, she likes to sort documents out so can you find her somewhere to sit?” Paul’s eyes lit up “Come in my dear I have a small pile in the corner and underneath is your desk and chair.” Amber grinned “out of town?” Amber nodded again “Well I have a cold hard floor for your sleeping bag if you like but it’s free.” “Thank you kind sir you know just the words to appeal to a poor student especially on hot summer days.” These two were hamming it up nicely so I retreated quietly.

Back in my office Veronica met me with the words “Didn’t you get one for Victor?” I never try to play innocent with Veronica she can see right through me. “I thought two out of three wasn’t bad.” “I could invite him round for a meal and invite a young friend of mine.” “One who likes ironing shirts?” She gave me a look and I left it at that.

The next morning I met Amber in the hall as I went to get another coffee. “So how was your cold hard floor?” “Oh he relented and let me sneak into bed with him but I only got a very chaste good night kiss. I might have to give him a little more encouragement.” I pulled a $100 bill out of my wallet and handed it over. “Perhaps a new nightgown or should I say appropriate protective clothing might be in order. Just give the receipt to Veronica.” “That’s what you planned all along wasn’t it. No it’s not just a simple seduction we’re too expensive for that but you were hoping for some type of relationship between Emily and Jordon and myself and Paul. That explains the stockings. Now why would you do that when we’re only here for the summer? And what’s so special about them other than they’re single and critical to the project? One of them has been dumped perhaps recently, it’s not Paul and I was an afterthought anyway. It’s something to do with Jordon. Does Emily know any of this?” “No I don’t think Emily does and I’m admitting nothing. Shall we let her work it out for herself?” Sometimes intelligent students can have drawbacks. I stayed out of Emily and Jordon’s way and hoped nature would take its course.

Matha’s husband is in construction but construction work had just died the death so I hired him on as grounds man. Well at least that was the plan but he had an idea that if we divided up the empty office space we might be able to rent it out. Well the capital cost wasn’t that high to put in plasterboard partitions so I agree to four small offices and a shared reception area. One of Veronica’s contacts was happy to sit in reception, as she said at least it was something. We weren’t looking to charge much rent and the offices slowly filled, so Martha’s husband added a couple more on and slowly the fifth floor started to fill up.

What surprised me was the local university wanted to rent an entire floor for a year whilst one of their departments underwent some urgent renovation to replace wall insulation. Feeling generous I let them have it for free. Well almost, the company made a donation to the university which we deducted for tax purposes and they paid us an equivalent sum in rent which paid for Martha’s husband to put up the dividing walls with sound insulation to their specification. I let Veronica sort out the details. Well helping the university out had a feel good quality to it. They asked me if they could do anything in return so I passed them one of our ideas that we hadn’t had time to follow up on and wasn’t central to our main core business. I mean we were splintering off into all sorts of things to keep people occupied but the core projects were really what we tried to remain focussed on. Their engineering department got excited about the project and assigned a PhD student to it.

It must have been a month later when I stepped in to Jordon’s office to see how his project was getting along. “As normal it’s 95% complete but we are making progress. Amber’s sorting out the documentation and the project plan and stuff. Emily’s been making herself indispensable as well. In fact I’ve been thinking with our contacts couldn’t she just transfer to the local university?” My gold fish had landed her fisherman. All I had to do was play it cool. “Possibly, I could run to paying her tuition and perhaps $20,000 a year, I assume she’d stay with you?” “Whoa guys hello this is my life you’re discussing and I demand input.” I left Jordon and Emily to it. I thought Jordon might need some reinforcements so hurried down to Paul’s office. “Jordon was talking about Emily transferring to the local university so I offered to pay her tuition and find her $20,000 a year for food. She’s discussing the matter with Jordon at the moment, if she accepts I’ll make the same offer to you.” Amber closed her eyes then opened them again. “So that was the scheme after all. OK I can live with that.” She turned to Paul “So do I get to sleep at your place for the next three years?” Paul nodded “Then I’d better go and convince madam not to throw the baby out with the bath water hadn’t I? I take it Jordon didn’t think to talk to Emily first?” “I don’t think so.” Amber dashed out of the room to go and talk to Emily.

I sat down in my office and heaved a sigh. Well it was all coming together nicely, I was feeling a bit guilty about Veronica but she’d made the offer as I tried to rationalise my feelings. If she was going to have children it was best done sooner than later and preferably not mine. Life gets complicated sometimes and I picked up the pile of paper sitting on my desk that was waiting for me to go through them anything rather than think through possible Veronica complications.

Victor had been wearing clean shirts for two weeks now and Veronica had a sort of glowing self-satisfied look on her face whenever she glanced at him. “I take it your invitation to Victor to eat with you was a success?” “Shelby cooked, she enjoys cooking and domestic things.” I continued to look enquiringly at her “Oh they hit it off rather well as you can see. He gets on very well with her little girl.” I looked puzzled, “Shelby was going out with an officer who was killed by an IED in Afghanistan before she realised she was pregnant. She’s only just coming to terms with life again. She’s very nice.”

A young girl whose face looked half familiar with long green legs entered my office “Mr. Jacobs?” “Yes?” She stepped round my desk and bent down to kiss me on the lips. “Let me guess you’re a kiss-o-gram service?” She giggled “No not quite. Let me try again.” This time she sat in my lap and kissed me again easing her tongue between my lips. She pulled her head away and tilted it slightly. “You’ll do.” She declared. “For what?” She hitched her skirt up so I could see her stocking tops. “Amber lent them to me she thought you might like these.” “You know Amber?” “Not really I only met her and Emily a few minutes ago. I’ve decided to become your new mistress.” I was taken back to say the least “But won’t your family have something to say about that?” She looked at me “I don’t think so, I don’t quite count as much as my brother to my parents. He used up all the money out of the tax deductable education savings plan.” “Your brother?” “He has his computers now. I mean give a guy one computer and he’s dead to the world, give him a hundred and hello. Besides he gets his wife back.” The penny dropped “You’re Jeff’s sister right?” “Oh didn’t I say, but yes you’re right. I’ve decided to take a year off before going to uni to read statistics. Sis-in-law has been telling me all about your training scheme where you pay someone to go through the local uni. I like that idea so I thought I’d take over from Vicky. That way Jeff gets his wife back and I get to go to uni. Want to audition my blow job?”

What could I say. I’ve always thought it’s a good idea to support students and I admit it I’m weak sometimes. Perhaps morally I should have said no but the temptation was too much. Besides I could always warm her up with Mr. Whatever his name was first.