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Looking out for the Boss 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.©2020
I couldn't believe my ears I mean I know she'd been a bitch at school to my cousin but this. “And Ryan is comfortable with you trying to provoke Mr. Stevens like this?” “I haven’t broken the news to him yet but I can wind him round my little finger. I mean once I explain that a settlement for sexual harassment would be a nice deposit on our home and I wouldn't let it go beyond touching on front of witnesses he’ll come on board.”
“How are you going to get close to him?” “Elevator maybe, they all have CCTV in them which will work very nicely.”
I knocked on Mr. Stevens cubical wall and was bid to enter. His eyes lit up when he saw me. “Miss Armstrong isn't it? Let me guess you've come to remind me of our lunch appointment?” I blinked “I don't remember we had one.” He turned his screen round so I could see it and opened his calendar added lunch and clicked on my name. “There see for yourself.” He said as he clicked the save button. “I'm not dressed for somewhere posh.” “That's alright I can't afford somewhere posh.”
We entered the small Chinese restaurant that we often used for office celebrations. Mr. Stevens was obviously known to them. “Is the small dining room free?” We were guided to a small dining room I'd never dreamt existed. Lunch was the normal Chinese food we often ate but the apple pie and ice cream were quite something else.
“Now then what did you want to talk to me about?” “I overheard a conversation in the ladies cloakroom.” He smiled at me “and this isn't just gossip is it?”
I spilled the beans. “Now is this personal, a sister or other family member perhaps?” I admitted that Emma had been less than pleasant to my cousin at school. “Tell me more about your family?” So I told him about my sister and how although she had the grades when she saw how much my student loan was on graduating had decided to not to go to college as she didn’t want to be saddled with enormous debts.
“It sounds as if we shall have to take steps to protect myself.” He looked thoughtful for a moment or two. “The Sinclair project might work.” More to himself than anything. He pulled out a laptop and typed for a moment or two. “I’ve sent you an email with an attachment. Get your sister to sign the application and bring it back to me personally.”
The waitress entered “Everything all right Mr. Stevens?” “Perfect Nuwa. Is the kitchen working out?” She looked at me doubtfully. “Take a seat for a moment Miss Armstrong is friendly.” He turned to me. “I needed a pleasant restaurant within walking distance so I brought this place and Nuwa and her parents run it.” “You own the restaurant?” “Certainly not, we pay him fifty dollars a week rent. He was kind enough to have it fitted out for us according to my father’s wishes and in return we give a 10% discount to lunch parties of eight or more.” “And forget to give me a bill when I eat here. It works out very well on both sides. Besides it gives me somewhere to have private chats from time to time.” “The kitchen is working out well. Dad says the idea of a web site to do deliveries means we can make use of the kitchen when we wouldn’t normally be using it. We’ve even hired a chef who cooks in the evening until 2 am.”
I wasn’t sure about not paying for our meal but Nuwa seemed happy so I hid my reservations.
Two days later my sister arrived in my office. “This application you had me sign seems to good to be true.” I gave her a look “A minimum wage job for five years?” “Let’s go and see the man.” I led the way to his office and his executive assistant took one look at my face with my sister in tow. “He left instructions that he isn’t to be disturbed this morning. I think he’s planing something. Still he hasn’t had his coffee yet so if one of you was to carry in his coffee and the other his biscuits I don’t think he’ll complain.”
I tapped on his wall. “Coffee?” “I can see I’ll have to have words with my dragon. Now then what can I do for you?” He blinked as my sister entered. “A strange female bearing gifts. I should beware I think.” “She’s my sister.”
His dragon entered behind us carrying a tray with more coffee. “I thought you might like to offer your guests refreshments.” “There are three cups on that tray?” “Well dragons want to know what is going on as well you know.” I sat on the corner of his desk and the other two took the chairs. “Now what is the concern?” “I’m expected to accept a fixed term contract for five years on minimum wage?” My sister started. “Well yes but it does come with a training plan.” Added the dragon. “Training plan?” “It’s a management trainee position, I’ve been telling him for years we need to train not just hire. So choose your university course and I’ll just add it to your training plan.” I looked at him.
“Well to deal with Courtney I need to make sure you won’t object too strongly if I ask you to play a role in the proceedings.” “Courtney? That wouldn’t be?” “Yes it would.” “I’m in.” Trust my sister. “You can’t treat the two sisters differently you know?” murmured the dragon. “Fine transfer her outstanding student loan to our finance section and if she’s still here in five years time it gets forgiven. Good enough?” The dragon smiled sweetly “and Nuwa gets course in restaurant management?” “You’ll bankrupt me woman.” “So do I add her to the payroll?” He nodded. “It helps with the optics, visible minorities etc.” The dragon murmured.
“I’ve drawn up plans for the Sinclair project by the way. Courtney will be assigned to it. I’ve spoken to her supervisor and they are delighted she has the opportunity to gain a wider range of experience.” “You mean she’s more trouble than she’s worth?” The Dragon Lady smiled. “I had more problems getting Miss Armstrong released to the project but her supervisor eventually relented. Now then have you thought about where you’re going to study and live when you go to University?” She asked my sister. “Well I have a course picked out at a local University but that would mean living at home.” “And you’d prefer not to. Well Mr. Stevens has a spare room.” She looked at him speculatively. His nose twitched I kid you not. “Do I want an unchaperoned young lady living in my house? Think of her reputation.” “Oh Holly could live with us and act as chaperon.” My sister committed me gaily. “Well I do have three spare bedrooms I suppose.” The Dragon Lady was openly grinning now. “Holly’s supervisor has a son about to go to university?” “You really will bankrupt me won’t you?” “I do my best. I’ll ask him to apply then?” Mr. Stevens nodded “But I’m not offering him accommodation.” “He might be cute and if he warmed my bed think of the heating that would save.” You can’t take my sister Amy anywhere. “Out the lot of you. I’ve work to do.”
“Does he even know how much my student loan is?” “I don’t think it matters. You were hardly likely to spend a fortune and put it on a student loan were you?” I’d debated mentally over every dollar I’d reluctantly spent so no I hadn’t spent a fortune but even so to be able to forget all about it was a relief.
Amy and I moved in to his home that evening. Amy thought it was a great idea and if she had to listen to my parents for another minute going on about leaving her clothes scattered over her bedroom she’d flip. We tossed for the bedrooms and I won so I took the biggest one.
We’d just finished unpacking when the doorbell rang so I answered it to find Nuwa with an insulated bag. “Hi Nuwa.” I greeted her. “It’s my last day so I thought I’d say thank you.” “Last day?” “Mr. Stevens talked to my dad this afternoon and as a result I’m off to university which I never thought he’d agree to.” Amy tilted her head then invited Nuwa inside. Mr. Stevens was sat in an armchair reading some report or other. Amy just sat in his lap to get his attention. “Could Nuwa have the other room?” He looked at her “Does she want to live with an unmannered brat such as yourself?” “Of course she does. It’ll be fun. I’ll show you the spare room Nuwa.” She got up and dragged Nuwa upstairs to inspect the spare room. “Regretting my sister all ready?” “I’m not sure. Come and sit in my lap to stop her bouncing back into it when she comes downstairs.” I sat and snuggled. It felt comfortable with his arm round me.
Nuwa came downstairs “Well will it do?” “If you really don’t mind? But what I
really want to know is what is going on.” “Courtney was overheard saying she was going to set me up for sexual harassment.” “Courtney as in Courtney Williams?” “Yes.” I replied. “Count me in.” “What has she done to upset you?” “Called me slit eyes.” “That would do it.” “So what’s the plan?” “We’re going to play with her. I’ve moved her over to a special project so she’ll be closer and where I can keep an eye on her. I thought we’d use Holly as competition.” Amy hooted and even I stared at him. I know my imitations and going up against the head cheerleader isn’t one of them still it was interesting in that he thought I could. “She’d need to change how she dresses before Courtney saw her as serious competition.” Amy looked at me “More high fashion sort of rather than comfortable?” “I wonder if seamed stockings and perhaps a two inch heel occasionally might work.” “We need Silvia.” “And who is Silvia?” “My friend Caitlin’s sister who has just finished art college.” “Have her drop by and see what she thinks when she has time.” Amy just texted then announced “She’s on her way.”
I rather like my style of dressing. It’s sort of evolved over time. Sort of comfortable and relaxed more than anything. I mean I can make a special effort and wasn’t sure I needed the guidance of some art school grad. I got up and slipped upstairs. There at the back of my wardrobe was my seduction dress. Well that’s what I call it. It’s really a dancing outfit for dancing the tango in competition, silk, really short skirt, and backless, well a couple of very thin straps holding the front in place. I dug out my only pair of heels. All I needed now was a rose between my teeth and I was set.
I descended and listened to the others discussing the best plan of action. I knew exactly when Mr. Stevens caught sight of me playing the femme fatale. I sauntered up to him swinging my hips as I walked across the room. He stood as I approached then scooped me up in his arms and kissed me.
I just melted and clung to him as his tongue invaded my mouth. Then mine invaded his. There was a cough, and reluctantly we parted. I stood stunned and in a daze not quite taking in what had happened. “Holly!” exclaimed my sister in shocked tones. “You look thoroughly kissed.” “So if Courtney saw her coming out of my office looking like that?” Asked Mr. Stevens casually. “I think she might try harder.” Commented Nuwa dryly. “I love the dress or is it a handkerchief?” “It’s dress, she wore it years ago when she entered a dance competition.” “And it still fits. I’m impressed.” “Well it’s a bit tight across the chest.” “I’m not complaining but I don’t think it would be a good idea to wear it round the office.” I picked up a cushion and threw it at him.
Have you ever noticed there is something about Art School grads? The way they hold and carry themselves. Silvia looked taken back at me in my non-existent dress. “So you want her dressed a little more office professional?” I went upstairs and got changed back into one of my normal office outfits. Then came downstairs. “That makes more sense. So is this just a one off?” Mr. Stevens looked thoughtful. “Well I’ve often thought that we could do with a resident designer to make the office environment more interesting. There is also the web site, the packaging side of things but it’s just trying to fit you in to one of the pay scales. We could try Holly’s?” I told Silva how much I earnt and she seemed happy with the idea. Then it was just a matter of sorting out some office clothes for me.
In the office Silvia worked her magic by changing some of the dividing screens to a different colour that clashed nicely with Courtney’s favourite outfits. She brought in a small turntable and a tripod. Then dressed in a sports bra and cotton knickers I was persuaded to stand on the turntable whilst it rotated so it could create a 3D model of me. The idea was Silvia could create clothes for me of the correct size. Courtney barged in and demanded to be measured as well. We did a few others in the office.
It was fun, especially getting a blouse that had the correct length sleeves. You know how manufacturers always make them a bit longer in the arm so they fit more people, one of my pet peeves.
When Courtney was around Mr. Stevens would give me one of those kisses that left me breathless. Even his dragon looked at my bruised lips as I left his office. “I have some lip salve?” She murmured as I passed her. Courtney looked daggers at me as she and Mr. Stevens played an elaborate dance round each other. Amy had been right about the stockings. Courtney hadn’t caught on to them at first but now she was wearing them and ten cms high heels. Five cms to walk into his office and out again was sort of OK but ten cm heels all day as she was doing I couldn’t manage.
Nuwa was great to live with. She had a dry sense of humour which appealed to me and she could cook. Not that she cooked every meal even I got given a recipe book and the ingredients and taught to make a few simple meals. Mr. Stevens seemed to like my simple meals anyway even if Amy could be scathing about the amount of spices I hadn’t added. On Friday nights she’d often get a call and go off to do deliveries for the restaurant. “Don’t you mind?” “It’s family and its not every day just Friday and a few special customers we like to look after. Besides Mr. Stevens let’s me borrow his car keys.” I was taken back. I thought all males had their car keys stuck to them with super glue.
Mrs. Nelson, his Dragon Lady, came into his office. “I’ve booked a table at the Chinese restaurant for lunch.” We’d been given our marching orders. “There is a very discreet conference being held at St. Peters this year in January and I thought you might like to attend with Courtney as part of the group. There is a presentation on communication in the office each morning so it counts as a course for tax purposes and of course St. Peters is a bit behind on the equality laws.” “You mean there are no sexual harassment laws on the books?” “Precisely. Would you like me to organise it?” “It had better be more than just me and Courtney.” “Well given the choice between minus twenty up here and plus twenty in St. Peter’s I think I can find a few volunteers.” I raised my hand and volunteered.
At the airport our little group sat discreetly apart and let Courtney board first. The Dragon Lady looked over to Joe and Paul, two security guards who came from the Caribbean. “You know what to do.” Joe grinned “As if we could forget. Our family are already looking forward to seeing us once more.” I looked puzzled. “Paul and I will be doing a two week stopover on the way home to spend time with our families. Mind you since it's Miss Courtney we'd have been happy to help anyway.” I hated to think what was planned but Dragon Lady had assembled quite the team and I looked them over. Silvia of course, then two boys who were looking a bit self-conscious. “I don't know if you know everyone but Josh and Albert are along as spare males.” “I'll be dining with Courtney so thought to provide you with a bit of male company to keep any sharks at bay.” There was something about them but I couldn't quite place it. “Alice and Priscilla are two friends of Silvia who might help with a spot of sewing if need be.” Priscilla had given me a glance when we first met as if well I wasn't used to such a blatant invitation in glance. Alice had reprimanded her.
“I hadn't realised we needed quite so many.” “We got a group rate for having ten of us so I had to bring my husband to carry my bags didn't I?” Mr. Stevens grinned at that, and shot a glance of sympathy to her husband. “Organises you as well does she?” He gave him a rueful smile back.
The plane started to board. We hung back then approached the gate. Mr. Stevens held Silvia and I back to let the others board first. We were practically the last to board and I found to my surprise we were seated in the front. I looked back and in the first row of economy Courtney was sat in the middle seat of the middle row. On either side sat Joe and Paul. On the three seats to the left were Alice and Priscilla with Mr. Dragon Lady in the window seat on the other side sat the Dragon Lady in the window seat next to the two boys who were kissing each other as were Alice and Priscilla. I quickly sat down in my seat next to Mr. Stevens, Silvia was across the aisle. “Dragon Lady thought it best to not flaunt your or Silvia's presence so you’re stuck with me in the economy section.” “Premium Economy if you please Sir. If you'd like to sample one of our seventeen inch wide window seats in the back I'm sure that can be arranged. I think there is just one left, the couple in the next seats are a little overweight which is why we left the third seat empty but if you'd really like to try the experience?” She left the question hanging in the air.
I laughed and urged him to experience life. The look he gave me promised retribution. “Now if Sir would care to order lunch?” She looked down at her tablet. “Oh I see you three have pre-ordered.” She turned to the businessman sat next to Silvia. “For you Sir.” “Whatever they’re having.” “I’m sorry Sir there is a wider choice when pre-ordered. You have the choice of chicken or beef.” One of the passengers in front queried “Melanie did we pre-order?” “I’m sure Mrs. Nelson would have seen to it.”
I enjoyed the flight or rather being next to him. He held my hand as we took off so I didn’t remove mine until it was food time. I couldn’t tell you what it was I ate but it was in a sauce and I hadn’t cooked it so it was great.
When we landed we slipped off the plane quickly. A group of girls who had been sitting in front were making a performance of gathering things together and asking each other if they had everything. I think they were just attention seeking. We queued up to have our passports stamped, walked through the green channel and we were done. I looked round to see how the rest of our group were getting on and saw Courtney scooped up by the three giggling girls into a stretch limo. The rest of us packed ourselves into a fifteen seater van. It was nice but not in the same class a limo.
Mrs. Nelson passed me her phone and I hit the play button. “I’m afraid of flying.” “Heavens a big boy like you. I’m sure the gentleman on the other aisle seat isn’t afraid of flying.” “Hell no, I’m petrified. I don’t know how anyone managed to get me on this plane at all.” “We’d better find you a distraction.” The flight attendant unzipped Joe and pulled him out then gave him a couple of strokes. “Does that work as a distraction?” “What about me?” “Could you just hold him for me whilst we take off?” Courtney looked stunned and a moment or two later Courtney was holding Joe’s unmentionable with her left hand and Paul’s with her right. To say I was flabbergasted was an understatement. Then the next thing I saw was Paul reaching in and kissing her. “Paul?” I questioned him. “I ran my hand up her skirt, you know she was wearing stockings? Well there was no stopping me then and man was she sodden. I had my finger up her most of the flight apart from when the food was served. Man that was the best flight ever.” How could he take advantage of her like that, or Mrs. Nelson film it all come to that I mentally shook my head.
At the hotel I saw Courtney standing by the elevator with the gang of three. “It’ll be fun.” I heard drift back “But I’ve nothing to wear, my bags have been mislaid.” “You look the same size as Beth so you can just borrow something.” The elevator arrived and they disappeared. Mrs. Nelson had a sort of well satisfied look about her as if things were going to plan. “You might want to check out La Room. It’s a club just across the road.” She directed her comments to me and Silvia. I looked at Silvia and she looked back at me. “I’m sure I have the perfect dress for you to merge in the background once we unpack.” Mr. Stevens gave a look of approval.
It covered the essentials but exposed more flesh than I normally did. I looked at myself in the mirror could I? “Why not ask Mr. Stevens advice? He’s in the next room.” I opened the door to my room and scanned the corridor to make sure it was empty before we trotted next door. The look Mr. Stevens gave me was intoxicating “Go and enjoy yourself and take that as an order.”
When we arrived Silvia handed the doorman an invitation card and we were admitted. The music was loud but not too loud. The floor was a mass of light show from the projectors above. The floor was a mass of dancing bodies but few guys. The ones that were there were spectacular though. I caught sight of the gang of four with a line of empty shot glasses next to four wine glasses in front of them. I was glad for their sakes they only had to walk back to the hotel.
One of the dancers wore a white wedding veil and looked as if she’d been at the shot glasses herself. “It’s her hen party.” “And we gate crashed?” “No we had an invitation.” Really? “Should we have brought a gift?” Silvia rummaged in her bag and pulled out two gift wrapped parcels. The bride to be had returned to her table. Silvia approached and I stayed in the background “Hi Lynn, this is Holly and here are your gifts.” Lynn clapped her hands in delight and tore the packages open. Inside was a metal cage, I looked at it for a moment before realising what it was. Lynn held it up “I’m sure hubby will love it.” The girls at the table all burst into laughter. The other package was the sort nightdress that looked as if it was made of spiders web. “Put it on. Put it on.” Came the chant. Lynn slid her dress over her shoulders and stood there in the transparent nightgown. “Try it out.” the chorus cried and one of the hunks was propelled towards her with an obvious erect large package. The DJ had quietened down the music.
The girls ripped his clothes off but the way they came apart at the seams made me think they were designed to be ripped off. His cock was hard and soon had a covering of whipped cream which I supposed was more respectable than nothing, well until the bride licked it off. He reloaded it with more cream and one of the girls stuck the cherry from her drink with an umbrella and a cherry on a stick on to the end. He turned and there was Courtney in a dress that made mine look respectable. She’d been egging the bride on. “Your turn.” He commanded. The chorus cried out “Take his cherry.” Courtney looked doubtful but again and again she was egged on “Go one no one here knows you.” Until she finally opened her mouth and the erect penis was thrust inside. The next thing I knew was there was a line up of half a dozen male strippers all with erect cocks covered with cream with a cherry on the end. Courtney took them one after another all as phones recorded the moment for prosperity. I closed my eyes I mean she couldn’t could she? “Amazing what a couple of shots will do to loosen inhibitions.” Murmured Silvia in my ear. “Come and dance.” We danced and flaunted our bodies at the near naked male hunks. Priscilla and Alice turned up and we danced in a group together with Priscilla flirting blatantly with both me and Silvia. We flirted straight back and I ran my fingers over her crotch just to be naughty. One of the hunks came up behind me and whispered “That’s supposed to be my job.” I turned and whispered back “I don’t think you’re her type.” Running my hand over his crotch. “Careful that erection has to last all night or I don’t get paid.” I squeezed his balls and he moved away giving me a reproachful look.
“Have we got the goods?” Priscilla asked. Silvia looked across to where Courtney had been persuaded to give one of the guys a hand job. I turned and raised my eyebrow to my tame hunk. “She’s special, in fact I think it’s time for her bukkake job.” I kid you not practically every hunk in the place came and unloaded their sperm on her face. One of the girls took a load in her mouth whilst they were pumping their spunk and let it dribble out on top. My hunk came away with Courtney’s knickers in his hand. “Souvenir.” He murmured. Priscilla slipped her knickers off and demanded mine. Then she grabbed a bottle of water and wiped Courtney’s face off with first her own knickers then mine. Alice stood besides me. “Time we took her back to the hotel I think before she gets gang banged. I think she’s too far gone to fully appreciate being fucked. Though why anyone would prefer a male cock over a toy is beyond me.” Silvia thought it was time for us to leave before Courtney realised we were there.
That evening we sat together and enjoyed a meal that both looked good and tasted delicious. We were relaxed without Courtney who was indisposed. The next day I dutifully attended a talk on communication, and how people expect to be greeted in the same manner as they greet you. So Hi, gets a Hi, etc. and you can throw them off track if you return a different greeting. I spent the rest of the day quietly observing people greeting each other.
That afternoon I hit the pool. Silvia had produced a bikini that she was certain would get Mr. Steven’s attention. The colour was flattering and the shape worked for me. Courtney was down by the pool as well with a long drink with an umbrella sticking out of it on a recliner. I stayed away from her. The gang came down and clustered round Courtney. They stood around and talked then Courtney somehow landed in the pool. Josh dived in to save her and she permitted him to tow her to the side where she clambered out. Every and I mean every male eye was on her and I don’t think she realised why. Just accepting male attention as her due. “One of my better efforts I think.” Murmured Silvia next to me. “You mean a bikini that looked solid but faded away when wet?” Silvia grinned “You’ve seen nothing yet.” “I think I’ve seen everything as has everyone else.” “You know the poor girl’s bags are held up in customs and are likely to stay there for the next two weeks.” “So what’s she doing for clothes?” “I made up one or two things specially and brought them with me.” “The poor girl.” “What hand made specially designed clothing is not cheap my dear. Poor girl isn’t quite the image I’m trying to project.” We both had a giggle.
That evening there was a formal meal with entertainment laid on. Mr. Stevens and Courtney were sat at a small table near the front. We were scattered over two tables towards the rear. There was a welcoming speech that lasted only a few seconds then came a magician.
“Now I confess I forgot to bring my assistant with me today so I wonder if I might prevail on a member of the audience to assist me. Priscilla stood and made her way to the front. I noticed Alice slide through the exit.
Talk about inept. He first pulled out a top hat and demonstrated there was nothing inside. Then he put his hand in and produced nothing at all. He looked disappointed so Priscilla slipped her hand into the top hat and pulled out a beautiful white rabbit and so it went on. He tried to produce something from behind Priscilla’s ear but that didn’t work. He sat down despondently and Priscilla pulled out hold a dozen white doves from behind his ear.
Then he looked inspired and pulled out a large box from the back of the stage and motioned Priscilla to lie down inside. The top was closed and you could see Priscilla’s arm and legs move. Then he pulled out a large saw. Fear showed on Priscilla’s face as he started to cut the box in half. Given his track record so far I was worried. He dropped in two metal plates and parted the two halves of the box. The legs continued to dance about and Priscilla looked unconcerned. Well until he turned his back on her and started on a card trick.
Only when there was a cry of indignation from Priscilla did he look up and apologise for his forgetfulness. Soon Priscilla was back together and let out of the box. She scurried back to our table. Alice turned up a few minutes later and that’s when I noticed they were wearing the same skirt.
The magician looked after Priscilla for a moment or two but then looked for another victim. Courtney was sitting in one of the front tables and in moments he’d guided her to the stage. Well she always did like attention and wasn’t as shy as I might have been.
He led her to frame and snapped her wrists into a pair of cuffs attached to the frame. A light curtain covered her and hid her from view except for her wrists which were still exposed. The magician waved his magic wand, the curtain raised and there was Courtney still there. The magician scratched his head then snapped his magic wand in two and threw the bits across the stage in disgust. Priscilla got up and walked onto the stage carrying a backpack. She unzipped it and pulled out a large white book the title Book of Spells written in large letters on the cover and handed to the magician who started to look through the pages.
Next she pulled out a ball gag and shielding Courtney from the magician approached a screaming Courtney. Quickly the sounds were muted. Courtney looked definitely scared. The audience gave her their full attention.
Priscilla played with her for a moment or two, running her hand over Courtney's breast as Courtney struggled. The silk evening dress plunged deeply and it was the work of a few seconds to expose one breast and suckle the nipple so it hardened.
Priscilla stood back to admire at her damsel in distress. The magician was still engrossed in his new book. “Watch the next bit.” Silvia whispered with glee in her voice.
Priscilla took out a pair of scissors and approached a now trembling Courtney once more. She slid them under the spaghetti strap on the left and looked to the audience. Enthusiastic thumbs up came from the blood thirsty audience. The first snip was followed by a second and the top of the dress fell to Courtney's waist. Priscilla stepped behind the struggling Courtney and put her hand to her back then moved away. Courtney's dress slipped down as she struggled, the more she struggled the more the dress slipped down. I almost felt sorry for the girl. The audience weren't helping either shouting lewd but supposedly helpful comments out loud.
The top of a suspended belt appeared. I looked at Silvia. “Without her luggage she didn't have much option.” The dress suddenly pooled to the floor leaving the poor girl standing in front of the audience in stockings and knickers.
Priscilla approached once more carrying the scissors. Snip across the gusset and Courtney was wearing a loin cloth. I wondered what indignity would come next.
She reached into the backpack and pulled out a pair of nipple teasers. A quick squeeze of the bulb and they were attached. A touch of a button and they started to vibrate. Courtney was beginning to look a little flushed. She rummaged around the backpack once more finally pulling out a bottle of lotion. Some was smeared onto her middle finger then the finger caressed Courtney's crotch. You could tell the moment Courtney was penetrated by her facial expression.
The finger wiggled inside poor Courtney for nearly two minutes before out of the backpack came a Lush. A few drops of lubricating lotion then it was inserted into Courtney. The pink tail hanging down between her legs.
Into the backpack once more then Priscilla pulled out a smartphone. She trotted over to an elderly white haired gentleman in the front row and handed it to him. He looked puzzled and handed it to his over endowed granddaughter who was sat besides him. She giggled then took the phone and with a questioning look at Priscilla tapped the Lush app. Courtney squirmed. Then granddaughter turned to granddad and showed him how to make Courtney squirm by sending different vibration patterns to Courtney.
God that remote controlled got passed back and forth as everyone except Mr. Stevens played. Some tried to take her to the edge, others just wanted to have the maximum impact. All thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of being in control.
The magician raised his head and looked at his broken wand. Priscilla grabbed the smartphone and headed back to the stage.
The backpack opened once more and a largish white box with “wand” written on the side was pulled out. I was puzzled. I couldn't see even Priscilla carrying round a magician’s wand. The magician opened the box and there inside was an Hitachi wand. He looked puzzled so Priscilla led him to Courtney. He waved the wand in the air but nothing happened. He pulled out a pair of spectacles and peered closely. Priscilla guided his hand so the wand was held just to Courtney's most sensitive spot.
If she hadn't come before she did then. The magician took a bow then left the stage leaving poor Courtney still clipped to the frame. Priscilla stepped forward and asked the audience if there was anyone who could help.
Courtney's eyes were expressive as Paul and Joe stepped forward. They removed the nipple toys and then, no surely not, kissed her nipples better? Well that’s how it started. Soon their big dark hands were roaming over Courtney’s unprotected body. A ribbon was pulled at the side of her knickers and what I had thought was just a decorative bow came apart. Paul tugged his side. Shortly afterwards Courtney had Joe kneeling in front of her with his head buried between her thighs. Priscilla stepped away and handed the smartphone back to the audience to play with.
Finally Paul and Joe relented and managed to free her from the restraints. They carried her off to the disco and she was still there dancing an hour later dressed only in stockings and a suspender belt. Every time she tried to make a break to the exit willing hands grabbed her and roamed her body keeping her on the dance floor.
I thought I’d have an earlyish night so returned to my room. I glanced at the flimsy night-rail Silvia had left for me. I toyed with the idea of wearing it then sneaking down to Mr. Stevens’s room but then remembered the night I’d been caught in a hotel with the fire alarm ringing at two o’clock in the morning. My respectable cotton night dress it was then. I’d barely got changed when there was a knock at my door. I opened it and there stood Mr. Stevens suitcase in hand. “May I seek refuge?” He asked. I pulled him into my room quickly before anyone spotted him. “Your room has been flooded out?” I asked. “No I gave my room key to Courtney earlier on and I don’t want to be there when she arrives.” “You mean there’ll be no one to greet her? He shrugged his shoulders “Priscilla, Alice, Paul, Joe and Priscilla’s bag of tricks will entertain her well enough.” I looked at him “You’re a naughty man.” He beamed “Well I’m certainly hoping to be later this evening.” I frowned at him “You can sleep in my bed but the operative word is sleep.” He scowled but accepted it.
The next morning Alice showed me some video on her smartphone. If it wasn’t illegal it certainly wasn’t what I’d like some border officer to view. It looked as if everything but Joe and Paul’s cock had been inserted. I mentioned this to Alice. “Oh both guys didn’t like the idea that she might become pregnant by mistake.” “Socially responsible were they?” “No it was just neither of them liked the idea of what their kids might turn out like with her as a mother.” We both collapsed with laughter.
The rest of the conference Courtney spent in scanty clothing, more suited to a boudoir but when Mrs. Nelson was doling out the clothes designed by Silvia she really didn’t have much choice. Mr. Stevens sat with me at mealtimes so she dined alone. Well not alone exactly, there always seemed to be at least one male at her table making her blush with their comments. I swear one bikini that Silvia provided didn’t cover anything important below the waist. Another she had to keep adjusting as it tended to work it’s way down exposing glimpses of pubic hair. Fortunately it was an adult only hotel. Still she did get a lot of attention so she gave off confused messages of liking the attention but trying to be a little bit modest as well. The gang of three didn’t help. Their clothing wasn’t quite as revealing as Courtney’s but they egged her on to flaunt her body as much as they could.
At the airport I looked round. Everyone was there even the three girls who had been hanging out with Courtney except Courtney. “Mr. Stevens where is Courtney?” He looked to Mrs. Nelson to explain. “Courtney never actually worked for the company directly but for one of our subsidiaries which we sold to the retirement home on the island.” “So Courtney is working in the retirement home?” “She had a special five year contract with financial penalties if she wanted to quit before the five years were up. The small print was bit one sided she was on probation for the first fifty nine months but she may not have read all fifty nine pages of her employment contract.” “Priscilla made a huge profit on the three Lushes she sold them.” “What about you and Melanie training them on how to use a smartphone to best advantage.” “Well you need to train them by example at that age.” “What sort of retirement home is it?” “Well the fees are rather high so it tends to be Chief Financial Officers or CEOs who retire there.” “On an island with no laws against sexual harassment.” “And don’t forget the passport checks before you are allowed to leave the island.”
I looked round and saw Melanie and the two girls sat with us. “Melanie have you met Holly?” “Well not officially but we’ve seen each other around.” I looked puzzled “Melanie and her two friends joined the company very recently and I thought they might benefit from attending the conference.”
Back at the office I was curled up in his lap. “Satisfied how it all turned out?” “Definitely but wasn’t it a bit elaborate?” “For you anything.” I gave him a kiss as a reward and promptly felt the earth tremble beneath me. I was just thinking I’d wear the cobweb night dress for him tonight when there was a knock on the cubical door. I stood up quickly as Nuwa entered holding some guy’s hand. “Hi uncle have you met Nuwa?” “Nuwa, pleased to meet you but I thought mother told me your girlfriend’s name was Courtney?” Odd I thought Nuwa lives with him something was up. “Oh her she’s old news. It’s the scandal of the year how she let herself go on some island or other. I’m surprised you hadn’t heard. I wouldn’t touch her with a bargepole. No Nuwa is the girl for me. I had tickets I was going to use as a surprise with Courtney but then I got a text saying she’d gone off to some island for a conference or other. So I told myself I’d ask the next girl I met rather than let them go to waste. Nuwa turned up delivering my Chinese take-out and I asked her to go with me. She’s really cool and we talked about things. The rest is history.” Mr. Stevens turned to me “Have you met my nephew Ryan?” He had such an innocent look about him as he spoke.
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Looking out for the Boss - Karen Blayne