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The Contract by Karen Blayne
Oh by the way red tape first.
Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.
They were sort of scribbled for fun. ©2018
Luv Karen
I was in the older part of town buying some cheese at the old fashioned specialist cheese shop when I noticed a gang threatening one of the homeless guys. I called the cops saying mugging in progress and watched the action across the street. A gun was pulled out together with two knives then there was a streak and a large dog had the gunman’s arm clamped between its teeth. The homeless guy seemed to go berserk there was no other way to describe it and at the end there were five members of the gang lying on the ground. I walked across to see if I could help in anyway but the dog seemed to have everything under control.
A police car rolled up and a police woman stepped out. At least I assumed she was female, it was hard to tell under all the body armour and things hanging from her belt. “Mugging?” She asked and I stepped forward and indicated the homeless man to be the victim and the group the muggers. “Hello Charlie.” She greeted one of the gang. “We weren’t doing nuffin when he attacked us. Bloody nutter he is should be locked away.” “And Tom won’t want to go to court.” “But I’m happy to be a witness.” I threw in. “It’s still the word of five of us against yours mister.” I looked down at the two knives and a gun lying in the gutter. “They probably have fingerprints on them.” “Oh my it’s your lucky day Charlie boy. Out on probation and involved in an attempted mugging. Go to directly to jail card perhaps.” She called for back up and an ambulance then turned to take a statement from me. One of the gang tried to slip away I heard a voice say “Sheba speak.” Sheba barked and everyone stood very still. Mary bagged up the knives and the gun.
All five of the gang were taken away to A&E under escort. The paramedics treated two broken arms, two broken noses and a couple of suspected broken ribs. “Now Tom are you feeling all right?” Tom grunted. “Will he be all right?” “Probably not. He’s one of the vets with some PTSD issues. What he really needs is somewhere to live and a job but he can’t cope with people at the moment and having the dog means its difficult to find somewhere to live. He’ll either pull himself together or get very drunk one cold winter’s night and we’ll find the body in the morning.” “Would a job as a nightwatchman help do you think?” Mary looked at me “He won’t take charity.” “I think there might be a corner he can lay his head down.” “Tom get in the car and we’ll see what can be done.” I fitted in the back seat with Tom, Sheba protectively sat between us.
At the works I showed Mary and Tom an abandoned office on the top floor then the kitchen lower down and finally the showers we’d put in for the fitness freaks next to the washing machines. Sheba prowled round and sniffed everything. “So Tom think you can hold a job down?” Mary asked. He nodded. I peeled off a couple of hundreds and handed them over. “Buy some new kit and I’ll see you on Friday at 4 pm here with your weekly pay.” He took the money “Thanks man.”
I’d see him every Friday at four pm but other than that there was never any sign of him other than the kitchen was always spotless. Mary rang late one afternoon could she borrow Tom and Sheba they had a lost child to find. I gave the go ahead to sort out it out directly with Tom. Mary told me later Sheba found the child but whilst searching she passed a guy and simply sat down on the side-walk in front of him. Sheba apparently had been in military service and as part of her duties was trained to detect drugs by smell. Soon Tom was working as a special two shifts a week with Sheba but Mary had fixed it he only worked with her. Apparently he found her less threatening than the male officers and she said she felt a lot safer with him as backup.
Annual review time, never a favourite of mine but some staff expected it and liked to be patted on the back. Fisher was due next that one should be interesting at least. I opened my office door to find him with his back to me apparently fingering a young lady whose flared skirt was hitched up flashing part of a stocking top. I hadn’t seen her around the office before. I stepped back into my office before loudly announcing “Mr. Fisher?” to give the fiction I hadn’t seen what he was up to. I was behind my desk by the time he stepped through the door.
“You’ve been with us nearly a year now how are things working out?” “Marvellously, I told you I could sell.” “But according to my records you haven’t actually sold anything.” “Nonsense, the four government contracts are worth $10,000,000 which means $200,000 commission.” “The four contracts are standing offers which means they are a license to sell but there haven’t been any orders in off them yet so no commission as yet. In a year’s time if we get any orders from the contracts then you’ll get your commission. Meanwhile the agreement you demanded was minimum wage plus 2% commission remember so for the moment you’re still on minimum wage until next year’s review.” “You can’t do that!” “Of course I can, I’m the boss remember.” “I quit!” “Fine by me, you needn’t work your notice period. I’ll get personnel to send you the paperwork in due time.” He stormed out of the office.
I put my head out of the door to find the flustered young lady standing there. “Are you OK?” “Yes I think so.” “Come and sit down and have a drink. I can offer tea or coffee or if your nerves are really shattered I have a bottle of brandy somewhere.” She followed me back into the office “Tea please.” I put the kettle on. “Would you like me to get personnel involved and we can file a sexual harassment complaint?” “But he’s left the company now?” “So I’m always willing to bear a grudge.” “Better not I wouldn’t like my husband to hear about it.” “Earl Grey?” She nodded and I had a mental picture of Lady Grey sitting in my office as I dug a spoonful out of the tin and dropped it in the tea pot. “Tea leaves?” “Makes better tea than tea bags, the tea leaf quality is better. Now which department do you work in?” “I don’t. I was looking for a job and Mr. Fisher mentioned he could find me something in sales.” “I bet he could. Still we are short of someone in sales just at the moment.” She offered up her CV. PhD in something or other. PhD’s are practically unemployable these days. It just means you’ve studied something in depth. “We’ve relocated since my husband has just got a job with prospects.” My heart went out to her. “Management trainee?” “Yes how did you guess?” “Have you found somewhere to live?” “We’re in rooms at the moment but we’re hoping to get somewhere to rent soon.” “Would you like a job in sales?” “I’ve never thought of myself as high flying salesperson.” “It pays minimum wage plus a bit of commission but if you accept I’ll throw in an apartment for free. Officially you’ll be care-taking which basically means calling emergency services if you happen to spot the works going up in flames. You don’t need to walk round or anything. We have a nightwatchman.” She blinked “That would be wonderful.” “You haven’t seen the apartment yet but it will let you save a deposit for a house up.”
I took her down to Amber and asked her to show Jordan the apartment over the works and the sales office. Then I phone the next victim on my list. “Mark come in and sit down.” Mark needed flattery to keep him motivated, sometimes I wondered if he was worth the effort.
Amber drifted in after my ninth appraisal and placed a slice of cake in front of me. “Amber you’re not supposed to bribe the boss.” She shrugged, it was debatable who was the boss, she’d been with the company since before I was born. “I take it I’m the sacrificial lamb this year again?” Since we publish the range of grades given out HR insist we have at least one person who is rated poor to bring both the average down and to show the spread. Amber is one I rate poor each year and Tom the nightwatchman was going to be the other. Amber is top of scale. I passed her the form and asked her to sign to say she’d read it, not that she agreed or disagreed with it. “Thank you for being the sacrificial lamb once more. Now in consideration of your poor performance what training would you like?” “John was wondering about a trip to Paris?” “Find a week’s course I can afford for the pair of you and get there two weeks early to recover from the jet lag. I take it I’m hiring John for a three weeks on a temporary contract?” Her husband John retired a year ago. “I wonder what a whole cake would have gained me?” “Out you wretch.”
I walked down to the sales office the next day. “Settling in OK?” “Yes I think so. Mrs. Marlor has been very helpful in sorting me out. I’ve had a little read up and wondered am I supposed to follow up leads and things?” “For the moment the order book is full. There are four government standing offers we won so you might get some orders from those. The main job is just talk to our customers and do what you can to make things run smoother. The apartment OK?” “Yes its perfect.” It ought to be. Dad had set it up as a surprise for my stepsister but she’d surprised us by moving in with her boyfriend before he’d handed over the keys. She didn’t have a good relationship with the rest of the family. She was actually my stepmother’s stepdaughter and I found out recently her real father gave her a generous allowance.
I glanced down at my watch, nearly four pm time to see Tom. I took Jordan down with me. “Tom meet Jordan, she’s moved into the apartment so you’ll see her and her husband at odd hours. Jordan meet Tom our nightwatchman.” Sheba sniffed Jordan’s hand. I pulled out Tom’s formal appraisal. “Your appraisal.” He looked at it “But it says I’m terrible at my job?” “Well what do you expect. You’re supposed to apprehend burglars and you haven’t managed to catch a single one.” Tom grinned widely. Jordan looked on indignantly. “You can’t do this to him.” “Begging your pardon Miss but he can. It means he trusts me.” Jordan face was a picture “In any bureaucracy at appraisal time you have to have a spread which means someone get labelled poor. If you rate someone poor who is poor you’ll demotivate them, sometimes a manager doesn’t understand what the job is and will incorrectly rate someone poor. So it shows he trusts me by rating me poor.” “You watch out or I’ll promote you.” He snapped to attention and gave a sharp military salute “Yes Sir.” “Since you’re rated poor you may have more training. I’ve talked to Mary and if you wish to the company will put you through police college.” “No that’s not for me. Working as a special with Mary and Sheba is one thing but it’s a high stress job and I don’t think I could do it.” “Would you like to head up security? Mike would like to retire soon and I suspect you could do the job. It would be monthly pay through a bank account though.” “You know I think I could handle that now.” We’ll go and see Mike in the morning.” “Want to drop by for supper and a beer this evening?” Jordan offered. “Supper yes but no beer. I’ve been dry now for six months and I want to stay that way.” Tom peeled off a couple of hundreds from a roll and handed them to me. “Thanks for everything man.”
I wondered about government contracts. It took effort to respond to their requests for proposals, my late sales manager had spent his entire last year responding to their RPFs and sometimes you won but more often than not you didn’t. The new big five year contract was due out today. It had been due out on two years previously but the government had changed and there had been more delays whilst the new party put its mark on the contract. I sat down with Jordan and we responded to the RFP just as a training exercise. I had her write in ‘included’ to all the technical questions. Then I took a gut number out of the air doubled it then added in 10% that way she’d learn the process and we wouldn’t be bothered with all the questions and things and just to make sure we didn’t win I added a cancellation clause that said if any part of the contract was cancelled the penalty was ninety-five percent of the contract value. No way would they accept that. I had Jordan hand carry it back and get the formal receipt for handing it in.
“Mr. Stevens how are you today?” “Look I want to get back to my program so can we just cut the crap and I’ll just sign the document.” I passed his appraisal over to him and he signed it without reading it. “Have a good day.” I bid him as he left. I picked up the phone and called Amber. “Regrade Stevens to senior whatever.” “He’s only been with us two years.” “I know but unfortunately he’s good which means he’ll be head hunted and I want to make it expensive for any head hunters.”
Christmas and I looked over the books. We’d done very nicely thank you and the order books were not short of work. I dropped by to say thank you to Jordan for keeping the sales office running smoothly and to warn her to watch out for the standing offers. “Why we haven’t seen much activity, we have had a few enquires but that’s all.” “End of year money that has to be spent by March 31st or they lose it. Keep an eye on the activity.”
I was beginning to regret hiring Tom as head of security. Apparently all but one of our fire extinguishers were overdue for their six year maintenance check. Some of our filing cabinets were the wrong sort and should be replaced for safety reasons as they might tip over. Most of our computers, servers and routers, whatever they where, were behind with their security updates and didn’t have an adequate backup plan. The Dictaphone Amber and I had been using since Adam was a lad needed to be replaced by a new more secure model. We’d lost key control on most of our locks so they needed to be replaced. Oh and Mary mentioned he was a military qualified critical care paramedic so I brought him an ambulance more to distract him from finding other things that needed doing than anything else. Well occasionally we have an industrial accident and it makes the work force feel safer besides being an excuse to show the company logo on the side at special events. He does get tapped into by the local ambulance service when they get very busy which keeps his hand in.
At the end of the first week in January and the standing offer orders were flowing in, I met with production and we started a second shift. By the end of the third week we couldn’t keep up. Jordan thought we didn’t have to worry as the total on the standing offer was only ten million but I said if they sent the orders in we’d fill them even if it went over the ten million. I called Art to see if he could help us out. They were going through a bad patch so he was happy to send staff over. “Want me to add them to our payroll and pay them overtime?” “No don’t bother, pay me the hours worked and I’ll give them time off in lieu afterwards.” By March we were running three shifts seven days a week with standby crews so people could take breaks for meals. March break? Did we have any out dated monitors or keyboards for a Raspberry Pi? We traded a stack of them that had been sitting in the warehouse together with a couple of hundred Raspberry Pi 3 kits and a few odd things that went with them against a march break computer camp for workers’ kids. I got promised some programmers just as soon as they graduated university. They had some really promising kindergarten students. I wondered if they had a ten year old one available as in any ten year old can do this on a computer.
I sat down with Jordan. The orders were still pouring in but by now the problem was could we ship them to arrive before march 31st? I called the biggest department and arranged for a trainee to come down and take possession in our warehouse at the end of march. We concentrated on supplying the other departments first. I spoke to Tom and asked him to arrange an apparently secure area that we could have access to. He came up trumps. Three security padlocks with the same key number meant the key for any of the three would open the others. We might not need them but just in case.
I met the trainee at the airport and brought her back to the works. We gave her the brand new sealed padlock and let her lock her pallets away. Which she did after counting the pallets and sampling three boxes on the outside. Jordan led her away and fed her. She put her up in the spare room of the apartment. By seven am on April 1st we’d replaced all the dozen pallets of empty boxes that had been stacked in the middle with full ones. Another March 31st finished with. Jordan totalled up the orders. Just under thirty million dollars. As I said government orders could be unpredictable. “You realise your commission will be around six hundred thousand dollars?” Jordan looked at me in shock. “We pay commission on delivery and you were the salesperson in the office at the time.” “But my husband won’t understand. He’s a bit old fashioned and likes to think my wages are just pin money. His ego quite liked me being on minimum wage.” We sat down and I got creative. By the time we’d income averaged the commission over thirty years then paid it in stock and brought back some service with the pension fund I defy anyone but a qualified accountant to work out exactly what she’d earnt. She opted for the safety of a salary after we found a pay scale that paid slightly less than her husband.
Amber drift in with another slice of cake. “A bit of gossip.” “Well?” “Two young ladies have applied for office work.” “And?” “One little rich girl is the daughter of Art Hinchcliffe.” “Interesting, industrial espionage do you think?” “My granddaughter went to school with Miss Hinchcliffe and from what she mentioned I don’t think she’s the brightest pebble on the beach.” “Hire them and I’d best have them in my suite then where I can keep an eye on them.”
“Misses Eatough and Hinchcliffe for interview sir.” Amber had her own ways of letting me know she disapproved of something, calling me sir was one of them. I looked at the fashionably dressed delicate looking socialite and her accomplice in front of me. “I see from your application forms that you are applying to become management trainees?” They both nodded. “Looking at your application form Miss Hinchcliffe I see you were born yesterday.” She blinked “No I don’t think so.” I passed the form over so she could correct it whilst Miss Eatough tried hard to suppress a smile. I gave them the health and safety manuals to read through. Well all management trainees should know what at look out for and someone should read through them at least to make sure all the pages were there.
When I came back the new voice recorder’s led was gently flashing. I panicked and took it to Amber who understood more about these things than I. Apparently I’d left it on voice activation whatever that meant. “So now we have the jobs what happens next?” “Easy we distract him so he forgets to sign the bid on the contract. Then my dad wins the big government contract and you get your university fees paid.” “How do we distract him?” “He’s male, he’ll be putty in our hands.” “You mean soft?” “Get him hard.” “How?” “Whatever it takes.” “You mean all the way?” “If that what it takes.” There was a loud sigh then silence. Amber looked at me “I think I’d better move to your outer office in case you need rescuing.” “What about the recording?” “Tom mentioned it was tamper proof in case of court cases. I think we’d better hand it to him to seal and look after. I have another in the drawer.”
I have a small kitchen attached to my office with a wardrobe where I keep my coat, travel bag and spare shirt etc. so I mentioned it to the girls they could hang their coats up there. I gave Miss Eatough the task of drawing a map up and adding the locations of all the fire extinguishers. She blinked then pulled out a laptop and sat quietly in the corner typing away. Miss Hinchcliffe I gave the task of auditing all our computer backups to ensure what we wanted was backed up correctly. I thought that might keep them quiet whilst I got on with a bit of paperwork.
The next day Miss Eatough came and sat next to me and pulled up a screen on my computer. There were all the fire extinguishers mapped. You could zoom in on each. “Sit closer to him.” I heard a whisper and Miss Eatough pressed her thigh gently against mine as she leaned forward to show me how she could even print a map with them on. I glanced towards her, a mistake as her blouse gaped open and a nipple showed. Her thigh wiggled and her skirt rode up as she took control of the mouse. I glanced at Miss Hinchcliffe who was almost smirking with a slight wrinkle in her stockings at her ankle. Stockings? These darlings were serious. “Where is it all stored?” I asked thinking of Tom and his demands for backup. “It’s simple to add them to OpenStreetMap and that’s where they are stored.” “And the cost?” “It’s free but you can make a donation.” She pulled out her smartphone and showed them to me on the smartphone. “You don’t have to be connected to the internet and the phone will still show you the nearest one.” I made a mental note to ask Amber to get some money to OpenStreetMap since I didn’t want them going bankrupt.
Miss Hinchcliffe had her back to me and was bending forward looking in one of the lower drawers of the filing cabinets. There was no question about whether she was wearing stockings. I felt a hand brush lightly over my crotch. “Enjoying the view?” Came the innocent sounding whisper, well two could play at fingers. I let my fingers do the walking lightly up her stocking covered thigh. There was a look of apprehension on her face as my fingers slid up over her stocking tops, over her bare thigh then one finger slid under her knickers where the suspender strap held it away from her naked skin. “She has a nice flush don’t you think?” “Yes but she seems tense. Do you think a bit of oral manipulation of her body might relax her?” “It’s certain to do the trick.” There was an intake of breath next to my ear but no disagreement. I scooped her up, mentally promising myself I really would go back to the gym and lift weights one day as I did so, and carried her over to the couch. I unbuttoned the three remaining buttons of her blouse and lifted her bra up exposing her breasts. Miss Eatough seemed to be frozen. Miss Hinchcliffe was grinning openly now at Miss Eatough’s predicament. “Would you like to do the honours? I’m much more visual myself and I’m sure you know more about what she’d enjoy than I would.” Her expression put me in mind of a cat caught in a car’s headlamps. “Still if you think it’s too much to ask there’s some contract papers I should review.” Miss Hinchcliffe’s face was priceless a sort of horrified panic before she bent down and started to gently lick Miss Eatough’s right breast. I do enjoy a sense of power sometimes. I mean you have so little of it in real life. Hemmed in with regulations about fire extinguishers and other such trivia you really don’t get much say in life at all. Miss Eatough’s chest grew more flushed as she become aroused. Now that in my innocence I hadn’t expected. Can one female arouse another? I wondered how far I could take this.
“I think Miss Eatough has really good legs, could you slip her skirt off so I can admire them more?” Miss Eatough’s petticoat came off with her skirt. God those legs encased with black stockings made me dream about having a special dress code for these two in the office. Miss Hinchcliffe seemed eager to get this over with and to that end her hand ran up Miss Eatough’s thigh. I had a thought but no I couldn’t possibly ask but I could command I suppose? “Take her knickers off.” I commanded sharply. The scrap of sheer something or other was whipped off and left round one ankle. “Lick the inside of her thigh.” There was a visible hesitation, had I gone too far? “Whatever it takes.” Whispered Miss Eatough so quietly I barely heard her. I made incremental suggestions taking Hinchcliffe’s tongue closer and closer to Miss Eatough’s quim. Soon Miss Hinchcliffe was lapping Miss Eatough’s quim and Miss Eatough was growing more flushed and vocal until she flopped exhausted.
I stepped across and cradled her in my arms wondering if she needed medical attention but her eyelids fluttered open and she smiled at me before closing her eyes once more and snuggling up to me with a very contented smile on her face. Miss Hinchcliffe on the other hand had a rather discontented look on her face.
We settled down to a regime of me spending time fondling my two tarts. Miss Hinchcliffe provided the clothes. One dress Miss Eatough came out of the kitchen in looked disappointingly respectable from the front especially as she had that sort of shameful look about her that I’d come to associate with some of the more racy outfits. Of the two Miss Eatough definitely brought out stronger emotions in me and I hesitate to think just what they were. “Pirouette so he can see the back.” If looks could kill Miss Hinchcliffe would be dead on the floor. Miss Eatough slowly turned round to reveal the dress was backless. Not just backless as in no back but the skirt was cut away as well revealing stockings, suspender belt, a pair of knickers that gave the impression they were split exposing her perfect bum. I wondered just how it stayed on. “I take it you approve?” came the dry comment. Well it was obvious that part of me approved anyway. What could I say. “Miss Eatough whilst we do not have a formal dress code I would ask you to wear something that doesn’t leave quite so much skin exposed if you leave the office. Tom has been on at me about having staff wear protective clothing on the shop floor and I like to think management, of which you are part as a trainee manager, set a good example to the staff.” Miss Eatough grinned like a Cheshire cat and gave me a hug. I let my hands roam over her backside. “I enjoy you running your hands over my back. You’re good at that.”
Miss Hinchcliffe looked puzzled as if she thought she might have missed something and she probably had. I decided to take a more active role in setting the direction of our encounters. I sensed a reluctance on Miss Eatough’s part to go all the way and I wanted to treat them both equally. I brought some toys. Did you know there are web sites dedicated to sex toys? I didn’t but when I discussed the matter with Amber she thought that we could raise the temperature as she put it with some sex toys. As always with shopping she sorted out the details and put the order in. Boxes arrived in my office. Two were quite large and I had Miss Hinchcliffe unpack them. Sort of logs with a bump on top. I wondered if you switched them on then one would hump the other. Miss Eatough thought not and pulled out the instruction book. “So what do they do?” I asked. She went bright pink and handed Miss Hinchcliffe the manual. “You tell him.” Miss Hinchcliffe finger moved across the page line by line before she looked up at Miss Eatough with as stricken expression on her face. “I couldn’t possibly.” I looked at her “But you could demonstrate?” She hiked her skirt up and sat on the log and Miss Eatough passed me the control box. I turned the knobs “Too much!” came the cry so I adjusted the knobs down as Miss Hinchcliffe grew pink in the face. Miss Eatough lifted a wrist strap out from a different box and after inspecting it placed it on Miss Hinchcliffe’s wrist. Next she pulled out her laptop and after some fiddling it showed a display with estimated distance walked, estimated calories burnt, pulse rate and a few other things. Distance walked? I was more interested in watching Miss Hinchcliffe as she undid her blouse and front clasping bra then slid her hand over her breast.
I got elbowed “It’s Victoria’s pulse rate showing.” Was whispered in my ear. Why would I be interested in her pulse rate? I watched the rate creep up as Miss Hinchcliffe grew pinker. Then it clicked there was a correlation her pulse rate was going up and her pinkness. I adjusted the knobs to a slower speed and the increase in rate slowed down. I racked my brains thinking back to school. The normal range was up to a 100 pulses per second and this was Art’s daughter so I didn’t want to damage her in any way. As soon as it reached 105 I shut the knobs down. Miss Hinchcliffe looked disappointed, probably because I hadn’t turned them off earlier.
Miss Eatough was fiddling once more and this time her log had a plastic branch? Sticking up out of it which she covered in a blue thick liquid. Before undressing completely apart from her stockings and suspender belt and lowering herself down over the upright protruding plastic. She took control of her knobs, well she had little enough control of what she did anyway and mentioning not to worry about her pulse rate as she strapped on the wrist strap. I shrugged and turned to the laptop and watched a mixture of Miss Eatough and the screen. She started the knobs off much more slowly than I had with Miss Hinchcliffe and fiddled with first one then the other. The estimated calorie burnt crept slowly upwards as did her pulse. She tweaked her nipples with one hand and the controls with the other. I thought I’d give her a hand so I picked up the laptop and placed it behind her. Then kneeling I cupped both of her breasts with my hands and tweaked her nipples in much the same way as she had been doing. I bent my head to her neck to better smell her perfume and soon found myself nibbling her shoulders and neck as I caressed her boobs. She started to moan and I noticed the office door open and Amber’s head appear then disappear a moment later.
Miss Eatough seemed to collapse but she managed to turn off the machine. The laptop showed she had peaked at 165 pulses per second so I just held her. She seemed to fit nicely into my arms. She snuggled up to me and whispered “Wow.” When she had recovered the two girls got changed into something more suitable for the shop floor and wondered down to the canteen for coffee. Amber stepped into my office carrying my coffee. “Sorry to intrude but I got a bit worried hearing the moans.” “I think they’re fine. Miss Eatough peaked at 165 pulses per second but I turned the machine off when Miss Hinchcliffe’s count went over a hundred and five. She struck me as being a bit delicate but Miss Eatough controlled her own device and seemed happy to go to 165.” “Sounds sensible limiting Miss Hinchcliffe to 105. I take it my selection of toys are a success?” “I think so but we have more to explore. Keeps them quiet anyway.” At Amber’s raised eyebrow I couldn’t quite think what to say but she left me in the office alone with my coffee.
We worked our way through the sex toys Miss Eatough had to show me what they did from time to time but I was good and kept the safety of Miss Hinchcliffe in mind and insisted she wore the wrist strap so I could keep an eye on her pulses per second. Each time she looked like reaching 105 I would lower the settings or turn off whichever toy it was. Miss Eatough, I just watched her peak at 171 once or twice. She didn’t seem so delicate and seemed to enter the spirit of things far more than Miss Hinchcliffe who didn’t seem to get quite so much enjoyment out of my playing with the knobs for some reason.
Jordan came into my office. “I thought you said we stood no chance of winning the big bid?” “Well we shouldn’t have done. The word was out that Hinchcliffes were after it and had prepared a very detailed bid that should have been half the price of ours.” She handed me the paper and I called the bidding office to confirm. “Yours was the only qualified bid.” “You really shouldn’t use language like that.” Jordan rebuked me. “But it can’t have been?” “There’s a problem though it’s way more than the department had budgeted and they can’t afford all the contract amount.” “Which means we need to negotiate what goes into the contract.” “Right.” “And of course the longer we leave it before signing the more likely we get a political decision to cancel. How much can they afford?” “Ninety percent.” If we negotiated it would take a week minimum and that was long enough for the lobbyists to swing into action and demand the contract be put out to tender again.
“I’ll send my sales manager over this afternoon. I’ve staff idle at the moment so I’ll offer you ten percent off the tender price if its signed by the end of the day.” “Well I can’t guarantee anything but the department was delighted by the cancellation penalty.” “Why?” “The politicians won’t be able to afford to cancel it.” That was something I hadn’t thought of. I turned to Jordan. “Grab a cab and go and sign the contract for ten percent less than the bid price.” She looked at the price, “But you’ve giving them millions of dollars off the bid price?” I smiled at her. “Do I have the authority to sign a contract of this amount?” I smiled at her again. She looked as if she might faint. I picked up the phone and called Tom. Jordan needs to get to the contract office quickly. She’s looking a bit faint so can you escort her. Just grab a cab and she’ll meet you in reception.”
I turned to Jordan. “We might have won the contract but I don’t have the resources to fill it even if it is super profitable so cross your fingers. Mind you just think how much commission you’d have earnt if you were still on commission.” “I’d never be able to sneak it past my husband. I’ll stick with my salary thank you.”
I rang Art “I thought you were bidding on the big one.” “So did I. Bloody Fisher talked me into it and spending a fortune on getting the bid just right. In fact I’d bet the company on it.” “What happened?” “We prepared the bid all right but my daughter insisted on handing it in herself so I let her.” “And?” “She delivered it to the department an hour before the deadline rather than central purchasing who were handling the procurement. Some twit in the department accepted it but it wasn’t in the right place at the right time.” “So what happens next?” “When bloody Fisher realised there was no commission the rat jumped ship. Apparently Henderson’s had bid as well but their salesman responded to question 83 with and I quote ‘a small modification is required.’” “The total idiot. So non-compliant since there was no price or name or the word included?” “That was Henderson’s reaction as well. They fired him when they found out. To cap it all my network got hit by encryption malware so I can’t run the payroll even if I had the money. The only thing that escaped were copies of the project plans for the bid which were on laptops used by a few teleworkers. I fired the IT guys. Without the contract the banks won’t lend and that puts us in a cash flow crisis so basically we’re bankrupt. I’m kicking the stupid girl out of the house. Mind you I’ve lost that as well.” Mulling over what was in the coffers after the standing offer contracts and having not paid Jordan’s commission in cash I lifted my calculator out, “I could buy you out. Wouldn’t be much and it would be in shares apart from the house mortgage, that I’ll clear but I could find you enough to give you an income of around $120,000 a year?” “Done.”
When the two girls finally came back from coffee and had got changed into their work outfits I stood them before me. “It’s appraisal time. You’re both hopeless. Miss Hinchcliffe you might be interested in calling your father. She looked at me oddly then rang as bid. Her face went white and she looked as if she was about to faint so I scooped her up in my arms and laid her on the couch. “Would you like to share the news?” “He lost the contract because I delivered it to the wrong office, which means he’s lost the company as well. He’s kicked me out.” “But that means.” “Exactly Miss Eatough.” Miss Eatough turned pale. “I’ll deal with you first. The process is if I rate you need improvement then I also supply some training before deciding whether to keep you or not. In your case you may choose the training which I’ll fund together with your accommodation and pay you for up to five years. You must show evidence of satisfactory progress during this time.” She blinked then came and hugging me, kissed me on the lips. “Thank you sir.” It was the first time I’d seen the real girl. “I’m not finished with you yet. You need supervisory experience so you may take a management trainee with you to supervise. I’ll give you a budget to pay them minimum wage and a training budget.” “But if I’m studying what will they do?” “Whatever they are asked to do I should think. You must have some ironing that needs doing, cooking and cleaning that will need doing.” The light dawned on both.
“No way.” “Have you thought seriously about this Miss Hinchcliffe? I don’t think you have many options.” “I’ll sue you for sexual harassment.” She said with relish. I played back the earlier recording. “I don’t think so and before you say its been edited although this is a copy I should let you know it was made on a voice activated recorder and that the device has been previously accepted in court as being tamper proof.”
“My God she really doesn’t have any options does she. If she sleeps rough a few well chosen text messages sent anonymously of course will have teams of footballers out on a treasure hunt and that’s if no one else finds her first.” “But a week’s minimum wage is what I spend that at the mall in an hour.” “You’d have to charge her rent of course unless she wanted to arrange her own accommodation.” “She really would have to do anything I told her to do. Victoria or should I say Vicky since you hate it, undo his flies and take out his cock.” Vicky glared at both of us but eventually did as she was bid. “Now take off your skirt and knickers.” The glares grow stronger in intensity but again reluctantly she did as she was bid. “Give him a hand job until he’s hard.” Miss Eatough started to ask me questions about the new big contract so was I was a bit distracted as Vicky tried to harden me up and it took a little more time than usual. Miss Eatough handed Vicky a packet of condoms “Put one on him.” “How I’ve never done it before.” “Just struggle then.” Vicky struggled but eventually it went on. “Stand by the desk with your legs slightly spread.” Miss Eatough dived in her purse once more and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. “Would you mind putting some on your finger then pushing it up into her cunt.” Vicky cringed at the word cunt and I followed the suggestion. Fingering Vicky until she started to become aroused. “I think that’s enough we don’t want her enjoying herself too much now do we. Vicky put his cock in your cunt.” “But...” “No buts that what you were prepared that I should do so in it goes. You can always say no but you know what that will mean don’t you.” Vicky guided me in. Probably as well as I have been known to find the wrong hole sometimes and without lubricant it might have been painful.
We started to get into the swing of things, Victoria was definitely getting aroused now. “Out it comes and now Vicky you’re going to take it in your mouth and lick off all your juices from it. I want to see that condom perfectly clean.” This was stuff I’d never even begin to think about and Victoria I’m quite sure had never dreamt about doing the things she was doing today. My hardness thought it could get used to the gentle licking and slurping as a reluctant Victoria cleaned me up. The condom made me a bit less sensitive. Victoria stopped and held out my hardness for inspection. “Take the condom off.” Victoria fumbled again but eventually it was off. “Now take his cock in your mouth and bring him off slowly. In nine minutes you’ll open your mouth so I can see there is no spunk in there and then my sweet you’re going to help him ejaculate into your mouth and then you’ll open up so I can see the spunk.” Nine minutes, I’d never hold out for nine more minutes.
Miss Eatough came to my aid and started to ask intelligent questions about the company. “Vicky dear keep moving your mouth and lips on his cock.” I talked about my favourite subject and Victoria struggled to keep me hard. “Open.” Victoria opened her mouth for inspection, “Now finish him off.” Victoria worked a little harder and I concentrated on explaining the finer points about accounts receivable and journal transfers. Eventually I relented, well to tell the truth I couldn’t hold back any longer and my sperm spurted out into Victoria’s mouth. “Open wide.” Miss Eatough’s smartphone flashed and Victoria’s mouth full of spunk was preserved for posterity.
“You know I did this all wrong I should have had her eat me out first.” “Why first?” “Oh before she got a mouth full of spunk. I don’t want to get preggers after all. I should thank you for my gift and I know a lot of geeks at University will want to thank you as well.” Victoria looked blank for a moment “You mean all those virgin losers?” “They won’t be for long though will they. You’ll be just the thing to give them a bit of self confidence.”
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Contract, The - Karen Blayne