Julie's Inheritance 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. ©2017 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.

Luv Karen

Mark looked again, a letter. Who one earth would send him a letter? His Great Aunts at Christmas maybe, he only cleared out his mailbox of flyers once a week these days and it was quite by chance he hadn't tossed this one straight in the recycle bin.

It was from Julie, an old classmate, an invitation to her wedding. Heavens he hadn't seen her for years, well before he went to college. Not the brightest pebble in the ocean but practical he recalled. A mysterious scrap of paper was enclosed "Meet me at Symthe's with an address and a date and time. Do not reply!"

He had an hour to get there. Oh well they'd had some good times together but drifted apart when he'd left for college, he'd be late into work this morning. He sent an email letting work know he'd be late in. Actually he'd been two hours late leaving last night so it balanced up.

She greeted him with a hug outside the office. "It's great to see you and I'm glad you could make it." "What's with all the cloak and dagger stuff?" "Well to earn a bit of extra money for my wedding a few months ago I sort of...." She looked at him. "Well it was a lot of money for just one evening's work." "Go on." "Well he became my sugar daddy." "And?" "He died in bed and left me everything." "So what's the problem?" "I love Andy and don't to risk him finding out. He's very nice, got a good steady job but quite moral." "So where do I come in." "Well I thought if I signed over all the money to you, you'd look after it and I wouldn't have to worry about my family finding out about him." "For you?" "No I think Andy and I will have quite enough to live on but I'd like my sister to go through college. She's ever so good at sums and stuff." She rattled off her sister's grades as they stepped into the office.

"Now are you quite sure about this?" Julie nodded. "I couldn't run the company even if I wanted to. No one ever listens to me." "Well as executor I do have the power to distribute the funds differently to the will as long as you sign your interest over." "I just want my name kept out of it." "How much are we talking about?" Mark asked. "Well at a conservative estimate three to four hundred million. We've had a hedge fund offer three hundred and fifty million dollars for the company plus there is a few odd million on deposit. There are some additional funds at an offshore bank that it might be wiser to declare." Mark sat quietly down and mentally upped the value by fifty percent, hedge funds weren't charities after all. "Are you mad?" "Andy is my one chance of happiness. We'll deal well together but not if he or any of my family find out about what I was up to."

"How am I going to fund your sister without her spotting something?" "Oh you'll find a way. You were always top of the class after all." Julie bounced up and kissed him on the cheek. He looked towards the lawyer "Could you find an old lady who needs to go into a home who might sell cheap to Julie if I buy her curtains for a reasonable price?" She looked thoughtful. "Mrs. Cooper springs to mind. Now let me think how it comes to be that Julie knows her." Mark smiled "I'm sure you'll think of something and a privately arranged mortgage?" The lawyer nodded in agreement. "Now I suggest you visit the factory fairly quickly to sort things out." Mark rang his office and managed to take the day off for personal reasons, whilst the lawyer made a phone call. Then Mark left for his tour of inspection.

"This is Mr. Crombie's office" He entered, nice bit of furniture, good solid wood, not a scrap of particle board in sight. He sat down at the desk. Strange there didn't seem to be a computer. Perhaps the laptop was locked away somewhere. The door opened and a very attractive brunette walked in closing the door behind her. "I'm Mrs. Slade, Mr. Crombie's confidential secretary." She undid the buttons on the cuffs of her blouse followed by the ones down the front. "Would you like me to turn the air conditioning up?" Mark asked. She looked at him at first affronted and then broke into laughter. "You don't want a very private conference each morning with me on the desk do you?" "Is that what they call it?" "It's what Mr. Crombie called it." She continued to remove her clothes until she stood before him in very expensive underwear, turning to show off her seamed stockings and shapely calves with her heels. "Are you quite certain?" "Sorry, you're very attractive but I wonder what Mr. Slade would say?"

She came and sat on his lap and placed his hand on her thin bra. "I really don't know quite what to say. He doesn't know of course but I'm rather warm after having these inside me to warm me up on the way to work this morning." She spread her thighs and fished out a pair of glistening balls joined with a cord. "You couldn't finish me off just this once?" She guided Mark's fingers across her underwear until he found the slit framed with lace. He raised his eyebrow, "Nothing but the best, or should I say the most expensive, for Mr. Crombie." Mark bent forward and kissed her whilst sliding his finger in and out of her very moist hole. "Am I doing it right?" He enquired "You know that's the first time a man has asked me." There was a small shudder, "I think you've..." She collapsed in his arms and stayed there wrapped in his arms until she recovered.

"Does this mean I lose my dress code bonus?" "I think we can consolidate it in your pay." She gave a tiny wiggle, "I like you, but what shall I do with all the special clothing?" "Take it home?" "Hubby would have a fit." "The stockings at least?" "No it's better if I lead him into a lingerie shop one day and he picks something out himself and I can express reluctance to wear such things. He's certainly not ready for crotchless and open cup underwear. You'll have to smuggle them home. That way no one in the office will know for certain just how much of a slut I've been to keep my job." "Anything I need to do?" "Oh work wise, well its annual appraisal time so I have the list of the 10% bottom performers here." "Training plan, I assume?" "Good heavens no. Mr. Crombie read about the Romans stiffening their troops by decimating them. He thought it was a wonderful idea so every year he fires the lowest performing 10%. Mr. Crombie thought training was too expensive, you either knew how to do your job or he'd hire someone who did." She dug round and handed him a list. "Paper?" "Oh everything for Mr. Crombie was supplied on paper. He didn't trust computers, either that or he didn't know how to work them." "Do you know what to do apart for wiggling your bottom?" She looked affronted. "I do have an MBA. There were just no jobs." "I'd better see the first of the 10 percenters then hadn't I? Shall we start off with sales?" "Oh that's Melanie. I'll get her to drop by."

Mark asked for the accounts and started to wade through them. He was a bit surprised about the number of people the company employed. He was feeling a certain amount of responsibility towards them. There was a knock on the door and Melanie stepped through closing the door behind her. "Hi is this where I get my two weeks pay?" He frowned, "Fired? I must be in the bottom 10% and my manager has been interviewing some blonde who came out with very disarranged clothing and smudged lipstick recently." "I just wondered why you were in the bottom 10%?" "Oh that's easy." She pulled out a sheet of paper and drew a rough map of the city. "The sales manager split up the city like this." She drew a few lines that seemed to split the city up in equal shores. "Notice where the industrial areas and commercial areas are?" Mark nodded "Now who do you think has those? Mine are these residential areas and the city parks." "Not a lot of opportunities there are there?" She smiled at him. "Actually most customers know what they want and are repeat ordering so you could chop most of your sales department." "Loyal I see." "Well about as loyal as they are towards me." "What do they do all day?" "Well they play a lot of golf, and have lots of business lunches, networking is so important, and then they plan the sales conferences at exotic resorts. Mr. Crombie used to enjoy those." "So if you knew you were going to be a sacrificial goat why did you accept the job?" "I've been studying them for the last year, and the products, so I spent it learning on the job so now for my next job I have a year's experience as well."

She looked at him with a puzzled expression. "You aren't going to fire me are you." It was a statement, not a question. "No." "Oh dear and I've given the game away thinking I had nothing to lose." She stepped behind him and ran her hands over his shoulders. "I'm sure you'd like a nice relaxing massage whilst you think what to do next." "I can't think clearly when you're doing that." "But that's what sales people are taught to do to read the customer and distract them from the issues." Mark closed his eyes and let her skilful fingers run over his body. He could get used to this. Her magical fingers roamed their way down to his flies and unzipped him. He opened his eyes in surprise. "If you were to touch me, it would be sexual harassment but since your stiffy is demonstrating it likes the idea of my touch it can't possibly be sexual harassment for me to touch you." Mark had to think about that one for a moment by which time her fingers were wrapped round his stiffy and her thumb was making little circular movements over the tip. "My, you are responsive." She lowered her lips and Mark felt unable to resist as her head moved very slowly up and down in his lap.

She lapped up his juices as he spurted into her mouth. "My, that was fun." She grinned up at him. He looked at her "Now being serious do you think you can look sad and down hearted whilst you collect your things from the office and take a few days off?" "You mean I don't get my two weeks pay for doing nothing?" He nodded before picking up the phone. "Mrs. Slade could you find a security guard and a cardboard box so Melanie can clear out her office?" The door opened and Mrs. Slade put her head in "Both are here and waiting." "Can you keep her things in security until she wants to pick them up?" The large serious security guard nodded and a subdued Melanie left with him carrying her box. "I suppose you want me to let HR know about Melanie?" "Not just yet." "You're up to something. Melanie was telling me about her plans to take a few days off before starting her new job. No don't tell me I don't want to know and if I don't know anything I can't tell anyone anything can I? I have a sports bag full of clothing for you to take home with you by the way." He asked to see the leave records of the sales department and after viewing them strolled down to see them.

"Hi guys I'm Mark, the new owner. I'll be making a few changes and I thought you might like to hear about them. First I'd like to lower the general stress level in the company so everyone must take all their annual leave. I noticed you haven't been doing so, so just to emphasis the point I'll be putting you all on formal performance notice until you have met this condition for a year. Next the books are not in as good shape as I expected so don't expect any pay raises for about four years until things settle down. We really need to increase profitable sales so the sales target per sales person will be quadrupled." The sales team looked at him in a state of shock. "It's my way or the highway guys. Anyone wanting to resign today gets their two weeks money plus any outstanding vacation. Thank you for your time." He turned and walked out of the office.

That afternoon Mrs. Slade walked in. "Just what have you done? There's all sorts of rumours going round about no pay raises for the next four years and everyone in the sales office bar one has resigned." "Best have two meetings tomorrow. The first in the morning for the top three percenters and one in the afternoon for the rest of the staff for now I need to visit the lawyers." And with that Mark slipped away.

"I need something within walking distance of the University with at least two bedrooms and I need to be able to move in by the end of the week." "Don't want much do you? However as it happens we are handling an estate that has such a home available at the moment. I'll need to get permission to sell but I don't think it will be a problem." Mark went home to his tiny studio apartment and looked round. There wasn't room to swing a cat unless you stood on the bed, much less have Julie's sister move in.

The next morning he arrived at eight a.m. and sat doing his email in the sales office with only the dour security guard for company, until the final salesman arrived about twenty past nine. "Well I guess as I'm the only one left I'm the new sales manager!" "Not quite, you were put on performance notice yesterday and you're late this morning so I'm sorry to tell you you'll be let go for performance reasons unless you'd care to resign first?" The salesman thought about it for a moment or two. "I'll resign, it sounds better than fired on my C.V." "Charlie will escort you out with your belongings."

He met with the high achievers at ten and explained that the books weren't looking quite so rosy has he had hoped. One option was to sell to a hedge fund. Another was to automate as much as possible. In any event the payroll costs had been understated by 20% so it seemed unlikely that there would be any pay raises for the next four or five years as the company would also have to invest in automation to stand any chance in the longer term. He needed to cut the numbers of staff and he needed their cooperation to turn the company round but was trying to be honest with them. He was willing to pay a month's salary if they wanted to resign today and just walk out the door but he had every confidence they would stay with him and help turn the company round. Mrs. Barlow was here from personnel to assist with any queries. He turned and left the room much to the amazement of Mrs. Slade who sat at the back next to Mrs. Barlow had listened curiously to every word.

Over lunch Mrs. Slade mentioned to him that only two workers from this mornings meeting were left. Mark smiled to himself. The afternoon's meeting went a little differently.

"Ladies and gentlemen thank you for coming today. I have choices to lay before you. Firstly a hedge fund has expressed interest in taking the company over. The second choice is to continue to run the company but as always with new management there will be changes and changing corporate culture can be difficult so I'll need your help. I'm expecting to reduce the number of staff. Some have already left. I'd like to reduce the number of part timers and consultants so where possible the part timers and those on zero hours contracts will be offered full time positions as will any self employed contractors. I'm looking to spend 2% of budgets on training and I'm expecting this to pay off in the longer term. Looking through the books there doesn't seem to be a pension scheme so we'll introduce one."

"Eventually the employees' contribution will be 8% and the employers' contribution will be the same plus half again but to start with I thought no pay rises for four years and employee contributions starting at 2% building up over time so you end up with the same net pay. The funds will be invested in the stock market and pensions will be paid out on retirement. Mrs. Goldsteam is here to answer any questions you might have but feels combined with your old age pension that should give you an income of 60% of your working salary and allows for inflationary increases. She's also convinced me to offer you free life insurance valued at two years salary as part of the package whilst you work for the company." There was a gasp at this news. "How will this be better than our own investments?" Mrs. Goldsteam took the floor. "By pooling you'll pay a much lower management fee and if you save independently it's difficult to know how much to save. If you live a long time, you need more money saved up and if you die more quickly well you needn't have saved as much." I have charts here of life expectancy and how much you can expect to pay for management fees for various investments. Your contributions are tax deductable by the way." "So if we voted to pay 8% straight off we wouldn't see that much less in our pay pockets?" Mark shrugged, "Well if you'd like to do it I'll throw in a no layoff policy, a month's notice, either side and a 5% increase but we'll want to automate wherever we can so I'll need suggestions for automating parts of your job."

Later after all the questions he sent them home to think about it overnight. The next morning Mrs Slade came in. "Full of surprises aren't you. Mr. Crombie will be turning over in his grave. How did you end up with the company anyway was he a relation or something?" "Pure luck, like most rich people I happened to be in the right place at the right time. Can we pull it off do you think?" "Pull it off there's a list of suggestions for automating tasks sitting in my email inbox. They'll lynch you if you don't follow through." "Buy this company out. Offer them a reasonable price, they're to carry on as normal so retain the owner as a manager but see if we can offload some of the paperwork for them." He handed over the name of the small company than Andy worked for. "Then ring Melanie and let her know her sales targets have been quadrupled." "Before or after I tell her she's our only salesperson left?" "Whatever." She looked at him sideways "Perhaps I should try giving you a blow job?" before wiggling her butt out the door looking over her shoulder to see him turn red. "Now that was a guess but what an interesting reaction. I can see I'll have to talk to young Melanie."

A week later and Mrs. Cooper had Andy and Julie round for tea. "So you see they're just after my money but I'm determined they shan't get it. So if I sell the house to you for a reasonable sum they'll still have to house me but they won't get my money." Andy blinked, "But we'd need a lot of money to buy a house. I don't think anyone in our family has ever done it before." "My nice lawyer has arranged a mortgage. Now if you just sign here?" Mrs Cooper passed over the papers the lawyer had prepared. "But it must be worth far more than this? It'll be taking advantage of you." Mrs. Cooper thought about the top rated care home she could now afford if only Andy would sign. "Better you young things than the government. I'll not let them steal my money. I'd rather give it away first." Julie persuaded Andy to sign with the words "But we'd save by not paying rent and we wouldn't have to worry about changing the kitchen one day." She hoped he wouldn't worry too much about how much they would owe.

The day of the wedding, Mark had brought them a set of china with the receipt carefully taped to the bottom in case Julie didn't like the pattern. It was a lively affair with two bridesmaids who had had too much to drink making very suggestive comments to anything in trousers that came their way. Mostly to do with the advantages of letting Dawn or Tammy help remove them. Julie spoke to her younger sister. "Go and look after Mark. He's an old school friend who brought us the china set and I don't want him raped by Dawn or Tammy." Christine thought it might be an education for him. He looked a bit out of place as Uncle Charlie was doing his party trick with a bottle of scotch and she dreaded what he might think of Uncle Fred's politically incorrect monologue. "I'm Christine, the bride's sister. She sent me over to entertain you." "Do you use bottles of scotch or rum?" He enquired politely. "Let's get you on the dance floor before Dawn and Tammy get here." She said eyeing them over his shoulder and whisking him away quickly. "Not fair we saw him first!" Christine pulled him across the dance floor to the far side whilst Tammy and Dawn collapsed in a heap bringing down a nearby waiter to the floor. "We've got a live one!" Dawn cried out loud. Tammy was a bit distracted trying to ease her bobbies back into her off the shoulder dress. "Family?" "Cousins, lively but family, they had to be invited. They like a bit of fun." Great-aunt Emily decided it was time for a knees up, soon the bride had joined in showing off glimpses of blue above her white stockings. Mark shook his jacket off and hung it over a chair before returning to Christine's side.

She took his hand and danced with him. "If I let you go Bob and Chad will talk you into a game of cards, unless you can deal off the bottom as well as they can you wouldn't stand a chance. Fancy a game of billiards?" "Why? Who is the billiard shark?" She fluttered her eye lashes at him. "Me a shark?" Mark accepted thinking he would at least get a chance to talk to her. He lost three games one after another. On the third game she potted all the balls before he got to take his first shot. "Let me guess your cousins won't play with you anymore?" "Now you come to mention it they do seem reluctant to play me. How much were we playing per point?"

Mark led her to a pair of chairs by the side of the table. "Imagine me as your fairy godmother what would you like more than anything else in the world?" "Coo a cross-dressing fairy godmother who shape shifts as well." She ran her hand over his crotch. "I'm impressed you can create a stiffy on demand." She grinned at him. "What are your plans when you grow up?" "Anything?" "Anything." Hopefully she'd say a University maths course. "A job as a private confidential executive assistant, you know a rich man's mistress. They make really good money, a hundred thousand a year." She smiled at him and hoping to shock him continued "I could come and work for you." "Done I'll expect you at this address on Monday, say nine o'clock?" Mark slipped away leaving her in a state of shock.

Later she spoke to her sister. "That guy you told me to look after?" "Mark?" "Well half jokingly I offered to become his private confidential executive assistant you know, mistress, for a hundred thousand a year." "And?" "He told me I start on Monday." Julie grinned to herself, well done Mark. "He's good for the money and you did offer."

On Monday Julie presented herself at Mark's new abode. "It's a bit ancient?" "I hope you're referring to the house?" "What else? I mean to say it must be second hand. You never know what has happened in a second hand house." Mark counted quietly to ten and wondered if some BDSM techniques would be appropriate for his new private confidential executive assistant. "Step inside." She stepped inside. He guided her to the kitchen counter top where a letter of offer sat with five pages of small print. "Sign." He commanded. She glanced at him and started to read the small print until she reached the $100,000 a year salary. "You were joking were you?" "No." She drew up a stool and reread the first page. "I'd need a lawyer to interpret this." He smiled "It's on your dollar but yes I would recommend it. It'll only cost a couple of hundred an hour whilst they go through it and explain it to you." She gave him a look. "My sister said you were OK and she's cheaper than a lawyer." She signed the first page and initialised the following ones where he indicated.

"Now if you'll follow me upstairs, your uniform is in the first door on the right." "Uniform? Do private confidential executive assistants wear uniform?" "Dress code then and no you will be expected to take it off from time to time." Christine gave a little shiver. "I'm not on the pill yet so it will be a sort of day or two before I can take up my full duties." Mark slipped his arm around her and kissed her gently which warmed them both. "There now we can start slowly and work up to the rest." Weak legs didn't help the climb up the stairs. In the bedroom hanging up were the contents of the sport bag he'd been ferrying Mrs. Slade's clothing all week.

Christine took a look. "Is it all my size? I'm rather tall with long legs." Mark handed her a very short dress to try on, "I'm sure you can hem it up if I think it's too long." He leered gently. "These look as if they've been worn by someone else." "Your predecessor, but she worked for my predecessor and I fancied someone new." "Bit long in the tooth was she?" Mark wondered if Mrs. Slade knew where to buy a set handcuffs at the very least.

Christine held the dress up to the light. "It's not what you call light blocking is it? Thinking of which you need new curtains and a few basic items of furniture wouldn't go amiss." Mark handed her a set of lingerie and a new packet of black seamed stockings. "Something new for you to wear, just those for now." Christine stripped off and inspected the labels on the unworn underwear. "My god my last year's dress allowance wouldn't even cover a tenth of these." Mark smirked "They don't cover very much do they?" As she stood before him. "I think we'll have you dressed just in those." "Dressed or undressed?" He pulled her towards him and gave her another devastating kiss.

Christine spent the next month getting Mark's house fitted out with curtains and furniture in between being kissed and groped. She was especially proud of the way she'd managed to match the colours from the many different stores. At the end of the month she looked at her pay stub. "There doesn't seem to be much money paid into my bank account." Mark took the stub, "It starts off with more than eight thousand for the month. Go and talk to Mrs. Barlow about the deductions."

"It seems to be correct. The problem seems to be your post has been under filled.” Christine looked at her expectantly. “That means the position calls for a degree in maths to handle all the data.” Christine looked puzzled. “As an executive assistant one of your tasks will be to do analyses of lots of data and statistics so since you haven't got a degree you have the position and salary but you have to obtain a degree within six years. We take the difference between your salary in your present post and the new post and place it in a special account that you can get your back pay when you get your degree. Since you didn't have a prior post you've been deemed to be on minimum wage." Christine looked at her "But how am I supposed to get a degree in Maths?" "Well according to the records you're enrolled starting next week. We pay all your tuition of course whilst you're training and you get a book allowance etc. You get your basic minimum wage when you're a student and all the back pay when you graduate." Christine felt bewildered. "And if I don't graduate?" "You know I'm not sure but the University seemed to think you'd have no problems with the course. I think we pay you your six years but I'm not sure that you can continue with us. If you do graduate then you get your hundred thousand a year plus inflation until you decide to leave us." Her head spinning she returned to Mark.

"So if I get through I have a job for life at a hundred thousand a year plus inflation but if I don't then I only have a job for six years?" He nodded "Sounds about right, it was all covered in the small print on page four paragraph two I seem to recall." She launched herself at him with a designer cushion whilst he put his arms over his head to protect himself until she exhausted herself when he slipped his arms round her. "It's not too bad, is it? At least you get training and get to use your mind a bit." She glared at him her nose twitching. "There's something going on but on the other hand what do I care? I get to go to University. Which one am I going to? The one within walking distance down the road." "What will my parents think?" "Do you have to tell them? You could just say on you're on some sort of training scheme." She cocked her head "Could do but I'd need to move out from home." She looked round the house speculatively. "I could move in here but living with a guy I dunno. I'll have to think about it." He patted her lightly on the behind and steered her towards the kitchen. "Are we having warmed up pizza again tonight?"

"Sis this job with this Mark guy is like weird." "Oh you mean wet towels and stuff? That's fun." "No like I have to go and get a maths degree?" "So you can do it." "But is it normal?" "Never ask a newly married girl what's normal. My ideas of normal are undergoing change every day." "One track mind." "You mean Andy has, its definitely fun stuff. He's into gadgets, ones that rotate and things. They definitely warm things up on a cold winter's night. You should come over one evening when he's out and I'll demonstrate some of them on you." "What do you feed yours on?" "Warmed up pizza?" "I'm sure there must be something else easy to cook." "Tins of beans?" Christine made a rude noise down the phone. An omelette, you couldn't go wrong with an omelette could you? She'd impress him with her cooking and if that didn't work the designer cushion again.

She hesitated at the front door then pulled herself together. He could only say no. She led the others in and motioned to them to wait until she'd spoken to him. She crept up behind him and kissed him on the head. "Hi boss man." "How did your first day go?" "Well I met these guys on my course who hadn't got anywhere to stay yet, two can cook, and I sort of wondered? It would sound better to my parents." He swivelled round to look at the four girls who had trooped in silently behind. They looked interesting. "OK same terms as you but they only get a five-year contract." "We don't have work permits." One of the two Chinese girls spoke up. "So no big deal, each summer you can spend a week in the Carribean and write me a report up. We'll income average it over the year. Now Christine will show you your uniforms and explain your pay and duties to you. I seem to recall today is the day you take up your full duties." A very red faced Christine stammered for the first time in her life as she tried to explain to the girls just what was required of them.