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Industrial Espionage
I looked up at the monitors and there she was. Just a few more steps my dear. She furtively looked up and down the corridor then nervously walked to the CEO’s office door and tried the handle. Well what did she expect I wasn’t going to make it too easy for her. The cleaner’s master key came out and three seconds later she was in the office. Rifling through the office drawers until she found his signature book. Out came her smartphone and she started to take pictures. When she was finished she slid the signature book back in the draw. “Right Liam time to move.” Liam had positioned himself close to the office door and he tried the handle. It turned and in he walked. Liam could be charming which is why I’d chosen him.
“Good evening Miss. Lovely weather we’re having this evening. Now then lost your way have you? Come along and I’ll take you to the other young ladies.” I watched her on the screen carefully was she going to bite? She hesitated and then allowed Liam to guide her to the conference room that I’d prepared.
In she trotted and I slid in after her. “Hi guys now your outfits for this evening are on the racks behind you. We have dressers and seamstresses to make sure that the outfits will fit you. You’ll be wearing masquerade eye masks to add a bit of mystery. Once you’re in costume then we’ll have Ivan take some photos of you in your finery. Ivan is in the next conference room and I have Liam standing guard on the door so no one walks in.”
The outfits were all maid’s outfits but they been designed to make the best of each girl’s assets. Getting hold of Amelia’s measurements had been easy. Now to see if the outfit would fit. “Anyone for champers?” Imogen called out then popped the magnum. “I thought we were supposed to be serving it?” “Ivan says it will relax you before the photo shoot so drink up.” Six full glasses and the bottle was half empty. “A toast to women’s rights.” came a cry and everyone drank their glasses dry. Even Amelia as she tried to fit in. Five of us had had a substantial meal beforehand. Five hairdressers set to work, and a team of make up artists followed.
Soon the room was full of carefully folded clothes. The outfits all required special undergarments, one or two corsets for example, Amelia’s. She was a bit hesitant at first but looking at the quarter cup bras and other underwear she permitted the dresser to lace her up. Her nipples were exposed surrounded by lace. The dressers carefully arranged the creations over their heads. We were ready for Ivan. “Waste not want not.” Liam herded into the next room and Ivan started posing the girls. Ivan is good. Even I look respectable by the time he’s finished.
Ivan looked over his subjects. “You’ll looking a tiny bit tense. Best have a glass of wine to relax you I think. Imogen could you do the honours?” Imogen made sure the magnum was drained. The girls and I were all carefully posed Amelia number was number five. “Ivan have you got their model releases signed yet? You know we need them to publish the publicity shots.” asked his assistant. Ivan grumped but we all signed the two page model releases. I gave a sigh of relief as Amelia signed.
Ivan took the first set of photos then explained he wanted a particular just been kissed look with slightly bruised lips. I called Liam and George in and we all took turns to French kiss them. I was getting quite turned on by Liam’s kisses. He whispered in my ear “It’s supposed to be a kiss not you giving me a handjob. I still need to kiss America remember?” I hadn’t thought, I mean he’s attractive and I’d just brushed against him and used my fingers as I usually do to give him a bit of encouragement. Still he was aroused and I was sure that Amelia would respond.
Hitachi, eaten out by Kim, wrists snapped together behind her and a tray for drinks slung over her shoulders. Ball gag to stop the protests.
Daddy and the lush. “If your phone has the lucky number in it and you give your waitress an orgasm you’re allowed to take her home.”
Mr. Hargreaves called me into his office. “Miss Bailey come in and take a seat. Now there’s just one or two tiny things I’d like to clear up. First my grandson appears to have been sent what might well be termed a pornographic film from his own email account. Which he tells me is impossible since he uses a strong randomly generated password. Something about a young lady called Amelia whom he was dating was the star. My concern is did she know she was being filmed?” I dug in my bag and pulled out the model release form she’d signed and handed it over.
“How did you manage to send him the video from his own email account?” “Could you take out your phone please sir and unlock it? Then put it down on the table.” He did as I requested and I simply tapped the screen to keep it live and open. “So you didn’t need his password or finger print at all. Just access to his phone when he put it down within a few seconds?” “I haven’t admitted anything just shown you how it might have been done.” He chortled.
“Right now the next thing I’m puzzled about is why my competitor borrowed money then spent more than twenty million dollars to buy up a shell company.” I pulled out the false letters that had been in his signature book. “These were lying around in your signature book on the evening in question.” He looked through the reports. “But these are nonsense.” “But Amelia photographed them on her smartphone.” “And you removed them from my signature book later that evening?” I smiled at him. “Good grief. Still I suppose it meant we picked up the competition for a song. Well no actually we got the twenty million for the shell company and used that to buy up their company. So I’ll sign over half the amount to you. One last thing to cheer my grandson up I’d thought about sending him to Europe for a month. If I arrange a few meetings and a course for you I could use pre-tax dollars. Think you’d mind sharing a room with him?” He asked innocently and I smiled innocently back at him “I suppose I could. We are talking Claridge’s hotel for London I take it? And will Adam agree?” He looked taken back for a moment. “Adam, oh I think so it was his idea to give you the ten million in stock. Said it wouldn’t cost use anything as we’d get it all back when he married you.” “Oh he did did he?” “Perhaps I shouldn’t have said anything. We had a long talk after he showed me the phone footage and he mumrued he had been trying He
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