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Chapter 1 - Jack and His Beanstalk

Jack, the CTO of a fortune 500 company, sat in his corner office.  The
leather from his chair permeated the air but he was ignoring this aroma.
He was thinking about Sun Tzu's "The Art of War" at the moment and how he
could use the imparted wisdoms to get what his department needed at their
annual budget meetings.

As he thought on the many catch-22s and quandries inherent to waging
internal corporate war, his eyes happen to wonder down the spines of the
books in his small bookcase behind his desk.  At first, his brain did
not understand where his eyes had stopped but then he suddenly sat up
and took notice of the thin book, "The Joy of Sex".  That's when the
devious plots and sub-plots started weaving their way through his brain.
Slowly, a very large and evil grin spread across his face, replacing the
consternation of the feeling of hopelessness that he wore just moments
before.

When he had the plan completed in his mind, he figured out who his
accomplices would be and who would be his prey.  In the end, he could not
hold back the maniacal laughter that escaped his throat.  He would not only
take the needed budgetary dollars, but he would also practically OWN the
other officers of the company that he worked for.

--

The lone office cleaner paused at the CTO's door.  She thought that she had
heard him actually giggling.  She almost shrugged it off but then thought she
might over hear him do something interesting that she could use later in
her nightly gab fest with her girlfriends.  She leaned in closer to his
door.

"...and then the girls would seduce Jill just long enough..."

"...yes, yes!  That might just work.  I would have to modify the..."

And then his office went silent.  Carlotta frowned with disappointment as
the exec's murmuring stopped.  She realized that she was pressed up against
his door, a door in which he could open without a second's warning.  She
quickly and quietly and moved away and took her equipment to the next set
of offices on the floor.

--

Jack, having finalized his plans, grabbed his briefcase and suit coat and
then left the building with a skip in his step.

The next morning, he called in his faithful executive assistant.  She was
an amazon of a woman and she was the most gorgeous creature in Jack's
universe.  Every time that he was within sight of this walking, breathing
temptress, his mind almost went blank and he felt that if he were watching
himself he would see his mouth slacken, eyes glaze over and maybe even drool
start easing its way out of the corner of his mouth... almost.  He had some
how found the intestinal fortitude to avoid being sucked down into the well
of her brilliantly blue eyes.

As for Traci, she loved working for this man.  He was an adonus with more
power than any person she had ever worked for in the past.  And besides, on
more than one occassion, she had seen the length of his cock as it lay on
the side of his thigh... almost to his knee!  Never in her life had she
even imagined a man's penis could get that long.  And the width!  She
assumed that his protuberance was not hard the few times that she had tried
not to stare.  But what did that mean?  The guy was a HORSE, of course!

She slowly rolled her hips as she ambled into office.  She found that when
she did this, especially after pondering her boss's girth, the motion would
rub her pussy's lips together and the motion of her thighs would slowly
pinch her constantly throbbing clit which drove ever closer to the edge of
no return.  (A few times she had even had to immediately visit the loo to
relieve her poor suffering little nubbin before it exploded from engorging
blood.)

She arrived in Jack's office and saw a very queer look on his face.  She
immediately realized that her heart was hammering with the thought that
today was the day that he would walk over, slowly close his blinds, saunter
over to the door to close and lock it, then walk back to ravish her on the
corporate couch.  But, alas, she sighed as he asked her to take a seat in
front of his desk so that he could talk with her about a special job he
needed her for.

"Traci, how long have you been my assistant?  What, eight years?" Jack
pondered almost to himself.

"That would be eleven come this January, sir." Traci corrected him.

"Great!  In all of those years have I ever asked you to do anything that
was un-ethical or not appropriate in any way?"

Traci sighed, "Alas, sir, you have not!" as her eyes moved longingly down
to the side of his thigh.

Jack noticed where were eyes roamed to and did not fail to pick up on the
forlorn note in her voice.  He grinned inside as he realized that this
woman, no this Godess!, would do anything he wanted, so long as he played
his cards right.  Taking advantage, he stood up and came around the large
executive desk and leaned on the front.  He took special care to hike his
right leg along the edge of the desk which pull his pants leg tight and
therefore outlining his cock perfectly.  He posed like for a second to give
Traci time to ogle his stick.  He leaned a little toward her and continued,
"As you well know, it will be time for the company's annual budget meeting
in a week.  If we look to the history of this meeting we can conclude
accurately that the power of the company follows whomever can obtain the
money.  Three years ago, our illustrious CFO, Rob, somehow obtained the
biggest budget and took our company in a direction that the rest of us did
not necessarily agree with all that much.  Then two years ago, Jill was
awarded the larger chunk of the budget to pour into the Operations group."

He paused to make sure that Traci was with him so far.  He looked down into
her eyes and noticed that they were a little glazed.  So, he stood to take
away that which she so obviously lusted over, and moved back to the power
side of his desk.  She wiggled her hips in frustration, but she finally
looked up into his gaze and when he knew that he had her full attention he
continued, "Each of these officers did not obtain this budget and thus
power by accident.  No, each had a plan of attack, genius plans, devious
plans, but plans none-the-less."

Traci, her head spinning with the thoughts of feeling that monster cock
fill her completely and beyond, was not so quick in following her boss's
little speech.  She realized that he had stopped talking and seemed to be
waiting for her to say something.  "Erm, so, I'm assuming that you have
come up with a master plan to win the budget meetings this year?"

Jack's eyes lit up as he realized this woman understood enough that she was
going to be his greatest weapon and tool.  He smiled warmly, catching her
eyes to ensure that was very happy with her conclusion.  "Not only have I
come up with THE master plan, but is infallible!  However, it involves you
at its very core.  And this is the part that may not be so ethical.  Well,
you will understand more once I have shown you the whole plan."

Traci's brow shot up at Jack's confession and she realized that this could
be it!  This could be the moment when you boss would ask her to do
something that would be embarrassing for him at a later date... one that
would give her a little power over this stallion.  She grinned demurely and
slid her eyes down a little to let him think that she would do anything,
then she looked back to goad him forward.

And then Jack dove into the guts of his plan.  At times he saw Traci blush.
At others, he watched her nipples slowly start to press the front of her
blouse to its limits as they swelled.  In the end, her face was an open
book to Jack and he knew that she was hooked.

continued in Chapter 2 - Little Bo's Peep
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