Benjamin's Toy by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. ©2017 They were first posted on asstr-mirror.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author.

 

Luv Karen

 

 

Ben looked through the paperwork and thought if only his great-uncle had seen fit to bring him in earlier rather than leave him the business unexpectedly. He would have caught many of the problems when they were small. Sales seemed to be a problem area, their costs were high and although the salesmen were meeting their quarterly targets the orders seem to be booked the last week of the quarter which meant production staff worked overtime for three weeks for urgent orders, then normal hours for another four weeks before laying staff off until the end of the quarter.

 

"I've tried talking to the sales manager but he just says his staff have met their targets and production scheduling is my problem." He's wandered into the sales office and talked to the middle-aged secretary rather than the sales manager who was too busy to see him just at the moment. "The staff turnover is rather high. My way or the highway is the sales manager's motto. You have to keep them hungry us says so it's a low base salary which is roughly a quarter of the wage bill the rest is commissions and bonuses. If your face doesn't fit, you get reassigned a more barren territory, some of the things they get up to are almost criminal."

 

He mulled, changing corporate culture was always difficult and dangerous but if he didn't then the business might well go under and the sales staff turnover was too high.

 

Where could he find a new sales force?

 

He called an a few favours and talked to people. Often he'd meet them at a local restaurant round the corner. The food was surprisingly good. It was quiet and just sitting there one day mulling things over he spoke to the maitre d'hotel "Where can I staff who will stay?" He asked the question more to himself than anything else. "Hire criminals." Came the unexpected reply. "Are you serious?" " Man I'm more than serious, everyone here has served time except the kitchen boy and he tried his hand at armed robbery. Once you have a criminal record you're dead man. No landlord will rent to you. Want a job? As soon as they run a criminal records check you're finished. Want to volunteer at school for your kid with a criminal record no way man no way. Hire criminals they'll stay. Nowhere else to go man nowhere else to go." "Where would I find a dozen?". "Milly will find them for you just mention my name when you call. Now another cup of coffee?" He scribbled Milly's phone number down on the back of the bill.

 

 

Jasmine looked at the letter again. I mean who sends letters these days? She'd spotted it as she tossed the rest of the junk mail in the recycle box. Prior to your job interview on the 22^nd at 10:00 a.m. to satisfy our HR auditors we would like you to sit some tests which will take all day. Please take this letter to and it gave an address to receive a $500 Amazon gift card for your time. Job interview she didn't remember applying, she'd given up to be honest. Well she wouldn't get the job that was for sure once they did a criminal records check. She'd pulled over on News Year's eve into a parking lot when she felt she had had too much to drink and called a cab. "Be there in an hour." She'd sat waiting in the car until the cab arrived. Twenty minutes later a police car arrived first. "Just breath into the bag please Miss." "But I'm not driving." "However you are in the car with the keys so technically in charge of a motor car." If only she'd waited outside the car.

Well a $500 gift card was a $500 gift card so she'd be ahead for the day at least.

 

At ten o'clock on the 22^nd Benjamin Drummond looked up from the test results at the nervous girl sitting across the desk from him. "It all looks in order to me, except we would normally require a degree for the post." Well that was that then, still she was $500 ahead. She picked up her bag and prepared to slink out the door. "The only other thing would be a satisfactory criminal record check." Well it had been a right waste of time. She got up from the chair. "If it's just something like a drunk in charge of a motor car on record, that's fine." She turned and sat down. "Because of the criminal record you'll be on seven years probation but we do arrange training to bring you up to the level of education we require for the post." She looked at him blankly "Who am I supposed to blow? Or is this some sort of charity?" "No, one and no its not a charity looking at your test results you'll do well in sales and we're short of workers there." "On commission?" "No just salary as a trainee you start at twice minimum wage but get through the first year and we give you a fifty percent increase." You get promoted to salesperson when you earn your degree. Oh and if you see my personal assistant on the way out the company has just purchased a new apartment block within walking distance you may want to take a look at one of the apartments. They aren't quite finished, they need carpets, fitted cupboards and appliances so if you'd like to provide input I'm sure that could be accommodated."

 

"Well guys I am very pleased with you, meeting your sales targets almost exactly on the nail. I feel you all deserve some time off. Now as you may know I've taken up the reins of the company and I'll be making a few minor changes. Nothing major but first we'll be dropping sales targets for you." A voice from the back asked if that meant bonuses would be dropped as well. "Well they are related so yes together with commissions. Salaried sales forces are I understand the latest fashion and we wouldn't want to be behind the times now would we?"

 

"Will our salaries be going up to compensate?". "Just at the moment I've put in place a company wide pay freeze so no. I think I mentioned earlier that I thought you could do with a few days off so you'll be laid off until production has caught up with the backlog of orders."

 

The room erupted. "You can't do this!" "I'm quite sure I can. We lay production staff off all the time. If you decide to resign whilst laid off then we will of course pay you a month's salary." Ben introduced the young lady who had accompanied him as being from HR. The door at the back of the room opened and two large security guards entered carrying a stack of empty cardboard boxes. Ben slipped out of the door down to his next meeting.

 

After lunch he spoke "Good afternoon ladies I apologise for meeting here but I'm just arranging office space for you. Now essentially since the old sales force has just resigned, you will replace them. You'll be on salary with no commissions or targets other than talk to production and see if you can feed them a smooth flow of orders. Talk to our customers and see what their needs are. Sometimes they may not be aware of what we can offer so in some ways it will be getting to know the customers better than they know themselves. One problem will be getting the customers away from their interruptions traditionally a meeting over lunch is very effective. However many of the people you will need to talk will be constrained by having to pay for their own lunch. We also need to be careful on costs ourselves so if you think this restaurant is acceptable then I suggest you only entertain here." The girls looked round at the linen table cloths and at the fine china plates. "I think it's just about acceptable."

 

"So your first job will be to convince the restaurant managers here they can provide lunch for $5 a head." They looked at him as if he was mad. He waved the maitre d'hotel across and asked him about the possibility of a $5 lunch. "No way man like no way." "I've talked to the local college and they would like somewhere that their students could practice their skills three days a week say Monday through Wednesday and then as a company would book a block of twenty seats Monday through Wednesday lunchtime at $5 and twenty more for Thursday and Friday lunchtime at normal rates, plus twenty at 4:00 pm for their weekly sales meeting." "Why is a $5 lunch so important?" "These ladies are my sales force and they need to be able to meet government employees for lunch at a price they can afford." "The restaurant needs to make a profit and we can't use students because of the criminal records check requirement. Can you sweeten the deal remembering it has to pass through the auditors if anyone catches wind of it?" "Can you find me four more employees with criminal records? They get the same deal as the girls, block release to get a University degree." "You mean all these ladies have records?" "For privacy reasons I'm not allowed to say but they could volunteer the information. For your information ladies the Den's staff have all served time inside." Eyes opened wide. "Well I don't mind admitting I was stupid once." "You mean we all have criminal records?"

 

Delroy closed his eyes. "This is your boss?" They nodded. "He's evil. You know that? OK man let me get Victoria over here. She can sort this out." He pulled out his mobile and spoke into it. "Victoria honey I have a man here who has twenty ex-criminals he's just hired and he wants four more who can get through University. He also wants twenty seats for lunch Monday through Wednesday at $5 a head." There was a pause. "No he's not holding a gun to my head and I think we should go for it but I want you to come and talk to him first."

 

The girls had another serving from the sweet trolley whilst Victoria arrived with four escorts. "Hi guys I'm Victoria and these are my candidates for the job openings. Do you think they're acceptable?" Ben nodded, "As long as they satisfy the young ladies since they'll have to live with them." The tallest one turned to Victoria "Hey girl that's five each and even I haven't made it past three before." The girls visibly bristled "What do you mean live with them?" "In the apartment block of course, if they want to live there same deal as you." "Well if that's all, I mean they aren't what you'd call handsome but..." There was a growl which interrupted her speech. "They'll do." She finished off after glancing round the table. A quiet voice from the end of the table floated across the room. "I like the idea they have to satisfy us all first, if I go first I want four big, and I mean big O's one from each."

 

"They haven't any drivers available to make our deliveries." He'd had enough of this, Ben picked up the phone.

 

"My husband is retiring at the end of the month so I thought I'd retire with him. I've made a list of four who should be more than capable of taking over from me so interview them and make your choice." "You couldn't do it for me?" "No you'll have to work with them so the chemistry has to be good." He put it off for a week but then saw one of them waiting for the elevator looking in a state of shock. "Come and have a coffee." He steered her towards the café. "I'll be late." "It doesn't matter just tell your supervisor you've been doing something for Mr. Drummond. There won't be a problem." She explained that their house purchase was in jeopardy because her husband's close friend who was lending 20% in cash had stopped off at the casino. "We're maxed at the bank so they won't lend any more hence our 10% deposit is at risk and it took four years of hard saving to save it." Well she was on the short list to be his Personal Assistant. "If the worse comes to the worse you could take a job as my PA, it comes with a 100% low interest mortgage." "I'd pay with my body I supposed?" He grinned.

 

Mel looked through the plans to buy Grandstaff surely that was the company that she'd phoned only two weeks ago when their cheque had bounced. She sent a note back to the analyst to confirm their valuation.

 

"I've been offered a promotion with strings.". "It doesn't come with a free mortgage does it?". "Not exactly, it comes with 100% low interest mortgage." "Take it." She looked at her husband in exasperation. "You haven't heard all the strings yet." "They'd have to be ropes to stop me suggesting you take it." "First it's working as personal assistant to the big boss. There is a uniform and dress code and I'd be expected to spend the nights away from home sometimes." "Sounds like he wants your body." "When I asked him he simply smiled." She looked down at his crotch "Adam Brune have you tucked a cucumber down there or are you turned on by the idea of having you wife's body being at the neck and call of some middle-aged boss? You really are turned on by the idea aren't you?"

 

Adam protested but his body betrayed him. Mel weighed up the idea of accepting, at least the idea had put some life back into Adam and if she didn't they'd lose their deposit which had taken four years of hard saving to amass.

 

"I've talked it through with my husband so when do I start?" "This morning. I'll get Mrs. Hallworth to show you the ropes."

 

She was briefed by Mrs. Hallworth and made arrangements to spend half her afternoons learning the office routine worked. Somehow this job wasn't turning out quite as she had expected. It would seem that he really did need a personal assistant.

 

"Your role is to take care of the routine things leaving him to concentrate on whatever project needs his attention at the moment. If you can keep a gentle eye on things and catch problems before they grow big ones that is helpful." Well yes but just how was she going to explain to her husband?

 

She worked hard all day but at the end of the day when he asked her how she was getting on she mentioned she wasn't sure what she was going to say to her husband. He looked puzzled "Well the idea of me paying the interest on the mortgage excited him so much we spent two hours solid in bed and he wants to hear every detail of how you've taken advantage of me." "What would you like me to do? Or rather what would his fantasy like me to do?" "Well you could kiss me for a start?" Ben started to kiss her and ran his hand up over her breast. "Not so fast, we have to leave him something for tomorrow's instalment of how things went at the office." Yes she was going all the way but she liked the idea of teasing both of them a little first.

 

Jasmine drifted by Mel's office "I brought a little outfit for you to wear to your conference today." "Conference?" "At four p.m. every day with your boss?" "Oh that one." She opened the bag and looked inside. "It doesn't look office professional?" Jasmine raised an eyebrow "Depends on the profession. Anyway we discussed the matter and came up with these." Jasmine held out an impossibly short pleated skirt and a white silk top. "Oh and we thought these might work under the skirt.". She brought forth a tiny pair of pale green knickers. "I'm surprised you didn't choose a crotchless thong." Mel replied tartily. "We discussed it but thought a tiny sheer light green triangle over your bum would show nicely under the skirt."

 

"I'm not sure I could even wear these for my husband.". "We thought if you could make a real impact on Benjamin it might make the task a bit easier and after all sales is all about stressing the good points. Besides we'd do anything for Benjy. Just think of the impact on him. I mean up until now he has been following your instructions but just think of his reaction if you were to wear these for your end of the day briefing." Mel grinned "Wouldn't that be something to describe to dear husband, two soaking orgasms for the price of one." She shivered, the very idea both frightened and attracted her. "I couldn't wear them in public but in private I suppose." She left the rest of the sentence unstated but gave a deep shudder. "We have some other ideas for other outfits, stockings of course which reminds me a pair of white ankle socks to set the impossibly short skirt off nicely." "You sales people are evil you know." "Well what do you expect from a sales force that all have criminal records?" "Really?" "Really we got hired because he thought it would lower staff turnover. It has. None of us would think about leaving him and we'd do anything for him." Mel nodded, she hadn't realised that all the sales staff were criminals before or rather ex- she mentally corrected herself.

 

She turned and locked the door. "There now we're private. You can try them on for size." Mel quickly undressed and after buttoning up the very thin blouse picked up the tiny skirt. "It's barely six inches from hem to waist. I can't possibly wear it." "You're right, I've got another one here somewhere that's five and a half inches but I thought the six-inch one was more your colour." "Never mind." She pulled on the tiny pleated skirt over the top. "You'll want either over the knee socks or those dreadful things with straps that men seem to fall over backwards at the sight of." "Well if I'm going to make maximum impact the dreadful things with straps it had better be. Thankfully I picked some up this morning." She unzipped the skirt and slid it down her long legs then pulled out a shopping bag in which was buried the dreadful things with straps and a pair of black seamed stockings. "Well since there isn't a mirror, will it do?" The inner door opened and Ben stepped out his head buried in a report, "Will what do?" and looked up. There was a silence. Mel recognised the appreciative gleam in his eye and stepped behind the desk. She wasn't sure she was ready for this. "I think there some letters that need your signature and Belthorpes would like you to call back." "What do you think of your new rest room?" asked Jasmine. Ben looked puzzled. "We rearranged the small conference room in your suite." Ben looked even more puzzled, "The one I haven't even bothered to use yet?" Jasmine nodded and opened the door to reveal a double bed covered with a duvet. "Just in case you felt tired and needed a lie down." Ben's eyes gleamed, "You know I think I am feeling tired now you come to mention it. Step this way Mel." Mel was desperate, was it just the clothes or was it her he was interested in?

 

"Jasmine is your presence superfluous?" he threw over his shoulder, "Not if you want your jacket folding nicely to stop it getting creased. Don't forget I've seen it all before." Jasmine slid his jacket off and folded it over the back of a chair. Mel had a sudden inspiration she'd take his thingy in her mouth. It couldn't be that hard could it, I mean she'd never tried it before even though her boyfriend at college had dropped hints. Just as long as it postponed the big event until she was a bit more comfortable with the idea. Jasmine thought she'd up the stakes, Mel seemed a bit nervous. Ben was stretched out on the bed by this time and Mel was undoing his belt. Jasmine slid her hands up under her skirt just as Mel had lowered her open mouth down over Ben's hardness and quickly pulled down her knickers. Then she pushed her head up under the short skirt and started kissing and lapping. Concentrate girl concentrate, she had to concentrate on bringing Ben off so she stayed in control but God it was hard.

 

"So how did your day go? You must have been working hard since you're back a bit later or was that the traffic?" "No husband mine the traffic was fine I had a late conference with my boss, I'm starving so food first then I might just tell you about it." He picked up on the nuance, "In full detail?" "I might. Food?"

 

"Now tell." "Shall I get changed into my new dress code whilst you do the washing up?" Mel slipped out of the room and picked up her bag. Quickly she stripped out of her clothes and dressed in the short pleated skirt, sheer blouse and stockings. Then she poked her head round the door "Ready for the fashion show?" before making her grand entrance. The response was gratifying he'd scooped her up in his arms and carried her off to the bedroom practically as soon as he saw her. "Is this really your new dress code?" he asked tearing his clothes off and joining her on the bed.

 

"Good morning, I've made you a coffee. Did your husband appreciate our combined efforts yesterday?". Mel moved slowly in. "I'm a little sore in certain places." She admitted. "We'd better be a bit less creative today then though I must confess I rather enjoyed the sensations. Now down to business can you dig out the transport file?"

 

That afternoon Jasmine turned up with a pale blue baby doll that left very little to the imagination.

 

"Step into my parlour." She eyed him suspiciously but stepped into the bedroom anyway. "Stretch out on the bed." She did as she was bid and Ben kissed his way up her thighs lapping her most sensitive spots with his tongue until she gave a series of gasps and a deep shudder.

 

"I sense a reluctance to put it in. I mean he's fine with the wand or bringing me off with his fingers but I'm beginning to think there's something wrong with me." "Never mind Cinders your fairy godmother will wave her magic wand, but first we need to work on your muscle control." Mel looked at Jasmine "I shouldn't ask should I?" "I'll just warm you up with the wand first, then I'll slip two fingers inside and I want you to clamp down with your inner muscles. Once you get the hang of it Ben won't be able to resist and it'll probably blow Adam's mind as well." Mel shrugged, in for a penny, in for pound.

 

"Mel take the girls out shopping will you? They may have one each so just take the bank account details and we'll transfer the money later." Mel looked up to see six elegantly dressed girls waiting expectantly. They took two cabs to get to the dealership and wondered in exclaiming about all the pretty pictures on the wall. The sales manager looked out through his window on to the sales floor. "Charlie get down there. Zachary and I need to make some calls. We need to drum up twelve more points by the end of the week to make the next level of dealership to give us another 1% margin." Charlie descended to the sales floor. A party of girls out for some fun obviously. "Good morning ladies how can I serve you?"

 

"He's so forward." "Do you think he's as big as he looks?" They soon had him blushing furiously. "They're allowed one set of wheels each by the way." "We're a bit expensive, are you quite sure you don't want the second hand car showroom down the road?" "Certainly not." "We're after something really big." "Fully loaded with the 500 horse power option." "Do they really get 12 mpg?" Kelly strolled up to him and ran her fingers over his crotch, "We want a really sensitive shifter." Charlie started to sweat across the brow so Mel took pity on him and gave him a kiss on the cheek to reassure him. "Ladies." She remonstrated "Behave or I won't take you for an ice cream afterwards." Kelly pouted, Brittney looked round puzzled "Ladies?" "She means us." "Oh I've never been called a lady before except by Charlie here, do you think I should get his phone number?" Charlie sat down with them and took Brittany's scrap of paper with all the options they wanted on it.

 

Brittney walked over and sitting in Charlie's lap she undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. "I think you ought to take something off for us." She murmured in his ear. Charlie looked very nervously at the sales manager's window. "Say 5% off the price?" Charlie picked the phone up "Yeah sure if they're buying half a dozen we can afford to give them 5% cash discount. Now let us get back to our calls we think we can shift one with Russell's once we take the transport manager out to the stripper club for a long lunch. You'd better stay behind in case we get a walk in."

 

"Do you really want florescent pink paintwork?" Mel intervened, "They'll make do with white." "Spoilsport." "White is more discreet, besides you can always have Benjamin's Toy painted on the side." "Yeah I like that idea." "But I could have pink upholstery?" Charlie thought about it, it wasn't a standard colour but he was sure something could be done. He picked up the phone and called the area depot, "I have a customer in for half a dozen top of the line. Have we got them in stock or can we deliver by the end of next week?" "All we need now is the cash and we're done." He smiled at the girls. It had been an entertaining half hour at least. "Bye see you again soon." "Are you really going to take us to Dairy Queen for an ice cream?" Mel led the girls away and Charlie picked up his paper and studied the horse racing for that afternoon.

 

The bank rang up an hour later, were they expecting a rather large deposit? Charlie looked in the waste basket and came up with his notes. "Yes thanks that's OK." He scrabbled about looking for Brittany's scrap of paper and entered the order up in the computer. He'd thought they were just a bunch of girls out for a laugh. It just went to show you never could tell a customer from how they dressed.

 

It was late in the afternoon by the time the sales manager crawled back to the office having had one drink too many. Who would have believed those two girls, one eating the other out on the stage in front of him. He paid for them to give the transport manager a very private thirty minute lap dance whilst he had one of the other new girls grind herself in his lap whilst he waited. God she could wiggle her butt. Zachary had paid a little more and had a blonde head bobbing up and down as she knelt before him but he'd preferred the slightly more inexperienced one. Now where could he unload another few to make up the magic twelve points?

 

A week later he looked up. "Charlie get down there and find out why the hell they've delivered half a dozen top of the line units!" "Oh they'll be the girl's ones I expect. I'll give them a ring to let them know they can come and pick them up."

 

"Charlie you could be a gentleman and open the door for me. Charlie did as he was bid. "Give me a push up Charlie." Charlie obligingly put his hand on her derrière, Brittany gave a small wiggle and he found himself with his hand resting on a scrap of Parisian underwear. "Charlie really, I hope you don't put your hand up everyone's skirt!" Remonstrated Chantal. Charlie blushed, "I hope you like them Charlie, I put them on especially for you. You are going to give me your phone number aren't you Charlie?"

 

"I'm Mrs. Gilbert, transport manager at Alf's Transport. I noticed you haven't contacted us about deliveries for next week and with the shortage of resources the earlier I know your requirements the better I can schedule the work." Benjamin strolled over to the window and pointed out the large white tractor hitched to two fifty-three foot trailers, a turnpike double. "We're lucky here being next to the freeway we can run these beauties and Brittany tells me the tractors are capable of 12 mpg. We pay the drivers by the hour and hope they're responsible enough to drive at reasonable speeds so far its not working out too badly." "How many do you have?" "I brought half a dozen. I have six drivers at the moment and another dozen coming through training at the truck driving school." "Do you have a transport manager?" "Do I need one?" "Well when your trucks make a delivery they have to come back." "True." "So with my contacts I can find you return loads and when you're sending them out are they fully loaded?" "Let me guess you can help there as well?" She smiled at him. "What about your job at Alf's?" "You were our biggest customer and Alf has just brought two new tractors but can't find the staff to drive them. Unfortunately he brought the cheaper variety that does 8 mpg." "Overstretched himself has he?" "You could buy him out?" "And the advantage would be? I have a single type of tractor so the staff can switch from one to another easily." "I can start in a month's time maybe quicker if Alf lays people off."

 

 

Dinner Jasmine remembering Mel's words about not being dressed in her conference outfits in public suggested to Ben that a private dinner party might be worth trying, if he could find suitable male guests and male guests only then she'd pick out something special for Mel to wear. "I'm certain her husband will like the idea of her being on display and I strongly suspect she's a closet exhibitionist so we can dress her up in a maid's outfit." "She'll never be able to serve six or eight of us." "I have a cousin with friends. They're always broke, and if you find them bursaries it would be tax deductible." She knew him well, always on the look out for a bargain or something tax deductible. "Food?". "One of the salesgirls enjoys cooking. Just leave it all in my hands." "Can she handle a diabetic?" "Well I think so." "Good Irwin has to be careful these days after life on the road and bad eating habits I'll let him know as soon as everything is set up."

 

"Mel on Thursday evening I'm entertaining some friends with a dinner party and I'd like you to help with the serving. Jasmine is organising things for me so just fall in with her plans." Mel felt a sense of foreboding.

 

Jasmine dressed her in a black short sheer waist petticoat that seemed shorter at the back, the bra was a quarter cup one, she shuddered when she thought of what Adam would think when he knew she'd been exposed like this even under a blouse. "Blouse?" she queried. "No blouse". "But I must have something over my nipples at least!" There was a gleam in Jasmine's eye she really didn't trust. "Your wish is my command." Jasmine lent forward and took one of Mel's nipples in her mouth and suckled it until it was hard then she slipped a loop over it attached to a fine silver chain, before suckling on the other one. "That's not exactly what I meant." "Just think of the impact when you tell Adam all about it tonight."

 

Jasmine was stood at the back of the room supervising the students as the guests finished their meal when Ben motioned her to come over. "I have a present for Mel." He opened a flat jewellery box and showed her the string of pearls, think she'll like them? Irwin gave me the idea and he knows pearls very well." He could see the sudden gleam in Jasmine's eye. "I think she should carry them across so Irwin can run his eye over them don't you?" Ben nodded his agreement. He felt he was missing something but whatever.

 

"Rest your arms on the chair back and stick your bum out for me." Mel did as she was told and patiently stood as Jasmine pulled out the pearl necklace. "That isn't going where I think its going is it?" "His master's orders. You're to walk across the room and ask Irwin for his opinion of them." Mel stood there wide eyed. Jasmine nodded at her in confirmation before parting the two sides of her split knickers and running a finger in to see how wet Mel was. "Well you won't need any lubricant that's for sure." She slowly fed the pearl necklace in one bead at a time as Mel tried talking to distract herself from the sensations. "Well being the only one in the room with everything on display." She glanced at the students in their black mid thigh dresses that although low cut didn't leave their nipples displayed for all to leer at. "I seem to be attracting an awful lot of masculine attention but that could just be the sheer petticoat over the black seamed stockings that set my calves off so nicely with the high heeled shoes." "Wait until you walk across the room then watch their conversation stop." Mel shuddered at the thought.

 

She approached Irwin "Please sir could you inspect my pearls and give me your opinion?" He looked up at her neck and lifted his hand which she took and guided down between her legs so he could just grasp the two pearls sticking out from her lips. Irwin pulled them down very slowly. "Well yes you should keep them warm but it is rather an unusual place to keep them." "Benjamin's instructions sir." The rest of the room looked on in silence. Mel practically came just from their rapt attention. She came quietly as Irwin tugged the final few from her slit. He held them in his hand looking at them in the light. "I've seen one or two strings of pearls that were as good but that was in the old days on the road. I'd say they were good quality now turn round and put your bum out whilst I put them back."

 

Mel thought the evening was never going to end, she just managed to walk back to Benjamin who'd moved to an armchair and collapse in his lap. At the other end of the room, Irwin drew his violin out and gave an impromptu concert. Most of the students were curled up watching him at the guests feet though one or two more forward ones were curled up in their laps. Irwin's repertoire seemed to cover a wide range from jazz to classical and back to pop music. "It's all music." He told them of the great musicians and groups he'd played with. Of a wedding or two he'd played at whilst travelling through Europe. "Do you like him?" Whispered Ben, Mel whispered back "He's amazing how do you know him?" "Well he has busy periods and resting periods I've fed him and gave him somewhere to sleep when he was resting once or twice." "Well he's certainly paid you back tonight." "Thinking of which, bend over." She did as he was bid and Ben slowly teased the string of pearls from between her lips once more, before laying them on a clean handkerchief and placing them back in their box. "Here an unbirthday present to remind you of the evening."

 

Jessica stepped up and screening him from the rest of the guests who were enthralled by Irwin undid his slacks, Mel slipped her hand behind her as she sat down and slipped his hard rod inside her as she lowered himself onto his lap.

 

When she got home that night, Adam was agog to hear what had happened. He couldn't believe that it was possible to walk round with a pearl necklace stuffed up inside until Mel demonstrated.

 

 

 

Jasmine knocked then entered Ben's office. "Hi this is Alison and she'd like to be an executive assistant." "I thought I had one." "Well yes you do but Mel will be taking some time off shortly." "She hasn't mentioned anything." "I have three older sisters and I recognise the signs, she may not even recognise she's with child herself yet." "I thought I could take over the four o'clock conferences when Mel's ready to hand them over." Ben looked at Alison, she looked very young to him "Are you sure?" She stepped up to him and kissed on the mouth, paused then kissed him again. "Yep I'm sure. Jasmine's explained about the daily four o'clock conferences and she will pick out the clothes I'm to wear." "You don't have a criminal record do you?" Alison grew a bit nervous, "Sorry I've never been caught." "What aren't you telling me?" "Well I have two older brothers and Milly mentioned..." "When are they available?" "Jack's available today, and Henry gets out next week." She put her hand over her mouth, had she said too much, she'd been intending to break it to him gently after he'd got used to well whatever he got used to. "How much time have they served?" "Jack five years and Henry seven." If she'd been nervous before she was positively quaking by now. "If I'm here to keep an eye on them they'll be good. I promise." "You look as if you've just left highschool." Alison nodded, "If Mel agrees to train you for a year then we'll see about sending you to college for at least two years afterwards. That should allow you time to get your brothers settled in and Alison if they misbehave it'll be your naked bum that gets the switch. If Mel isn't agreeable then we have no deal. Do we understand each other?" Alison nodded "Oh they'll behave all right or I'll deal with them personally. So two minimum wage jobs for the boys?" "The lowest we go is twice minimum wage, but they will have to be flexible. They'll start in the loading bay and if they make themselves useful they have a job."

 

He looked at Jasmine, "No one will mention to Mel we think she's with child. Let her realise by herself. Now go and see Mel and see if you can sell her the idea of an assistant."

 

Mel poked her head round the door, "Hi is Alison working out OK?" "Well apart from slipping down the loading dock to sort her brothers out from time to time she's fine and she's coming on quite well. Actually I wanted to speak to you about a different matter, I had the results of a pregnancy test back this morning. I'm pregnant." She looked puzzled. "Well that's good isn't it?" "I never expected it, my husband had mumps when he was young and told he was infertile. We discussed the matter before we got married so I never bothered about the pill or anything. OhMyGod, it might not be his. I never thought." She looked faint and sat down on a chair. "Well there is always DNA testing?" "No I'd prefer not to know. He's over the moon at the moment."

 

 

Ben walked down to the loading bay with a mug of coffee in his hand and on his way to talk to Mrs. Gilbert, his new transport manager, he over heard Henry and Jack bemoaning having a woman boss. "Henry and Jack isn't it?" They nodded "You know this is a non profit organisation?" "I thought it was a regular company." "It used to be but we had problems with the shippers shipping our product, they couldn't find enough truck drivers. If we couldn't ship then we couldn't sell them, if we don't sell we go under." "So?" "The last two years' profits are sitting out there in the yard." "You mean them big trucks?" "Yep, if we can control costs then we make a profit again, if not we go under and no one has a job. Mrs. Gilbert has the job of making us profitable again." "So we hire women cause they're cheaper?" "No, we pay them 50% more than local rates. With the double trailers we can lower costs besides they're gentler on the trucks. Anything you can do to make the place run smoother would be appreciated." "Do we have to work for a woman?" "You take orders from Alison?" There was a silence "I guess so." "Well then what's the difference?" He drifted off leaving a very thoughtful Jack and Henry and he found Mrs. Gilbert. "So settling in are you?" "Very nicely thank you. You heard Alf's have gone under?" "No but how does that affect us?" "I could think of a dozen of his customers who are in desperate need of transport." "So?" "If I had another two big tractors and three smaller ones for local deliveries I could handle them all." "Drivers?" "There are a couple from Alf's I'd like to pick up." She looked across the yard to where Henry and Jack were hard at work. "There's some construction sites we could deliver to but I'd hesitate to send the girls they're rather remote locations but they do pay very well." "Equal opportunities? Construction has booms and downturns doesn't it? Won't it leave us exposed?" "True but a year's contract would pay for the tractors and your business works on a different cycle to the construction industry. Just at the moment there is a government agency that has an urgent need for heavy construction equipment right now but the procurement process is too long. We could find some drivers, buy the equipment and that would definitely pay for itself within a year. It's remote though so although I can monitor the trucks remotely we'd need to arrange containers for the drivers to live in. Normally they work two months on site then a month off." "Give Alison a shopping list with rough prices and the estimated return on investment. If the numbers are good I think we can stretch to it. I'll get her to give you a ring so you can organise the drivers."

 

Alison heard the news from her brothers and dashing upstairs burst into Ben's office. "You loverly man you. You deserve a really good shagging for that." "What for getting rid of your brothers?" she dragged him to the bedroom and undressed him as they talked. "Sending them to school to operate heavy equipment, that's real tuition money." "I thought that Mel was till doing the conferences?" "Just put it in. I can talk to Mel and arrange something later." She covered his mouth with hers opening hers to its fullest extent and slipped her tongue inside his mouth to keep any other reservations he might have silent. He did as he was told. There was something about the enthusiasm of youth that was irresistible.

 

Mel entered at four o'clock and stood in the doorway. "Whose been sleeping in my bed?" She demanded mischievously. Alison looked up sleepily "It's his fault. He did something special for by brothers." "Did not." "Did too." "Children calm down and move over I must confess I've been told to put my legs up for an hour each afternoon and that's exactly what I'm going to do. Ben moved across the bed. "Does this mean you're taking over the four o'clock conferences?" "If you don't mind." "It's probably best for Em." "Oh have you named her yet? "I'm just calling her Em for embryo at the moment. Want to see her photo? I've got the ultrasounds in my bag. Although I suppose it's the end of entertaining Adam with tales from the office for awhile." Alison slipped out of bed to look at the photos on Mel's smartphone and after admiring them whispered in her ear. Mel grinned at her suggestion. "What are you two up to?" "Nothing." Alison replied guiltily before reaching across and taking his spent rod in her mouth and working hard to bring it back to its full hardness. Mel reached across and ran her fingers lightly over his testicles. Eventually Ben spurted and Alison captured it all in her mouth. Mel raised her lips to Alison's and kissed her in a full French kiss. Ben looked on baffled. "Oh I've just passed Mel a mouthful of your sperm. She thinks that might just be enough to blow Adam's mind. Apparently some of the things she's been doing he'd never even thought about. Can you imagine?"

 

"Charlie there's a young girl who seems to have lost her way go and sort her out. Get rid of her." Charlie was still in the sales manager's bad books for selling half a dozen tractor units two months previously. "How can I help you miss?" "Are you Charlie?" He nodded, not someone with a message from his sister he'd never hear the end of it. "I've got a little list with all the options I'd like. Brittany said you gave her 5% off when she brought half a dozen from you two months ago. There's more than half a dozen items on the list but they're different does that still count? Oh and she says you still haven't given her your phone number so can you give it to me please." Charlie stared blankly at the list, "When would you like to take delivery?" "Next week?" Well he'd been asked to sort her out so he entered the details into the order system under his name. "Most are OK but it might be the week after before we can deliver the three articulated dump trucks." "I'm sure that will be fine." She picked up the phone and called Mel, "He's arranged it all but the three dumper trucks will be two weeks, can you send him his money now?" She routed in her bag "Here it is, a stamped addressed envelope with a card in it so you can send Brittany your phone number. Bye."

 

Charlie climbed the stairs up to the manager's office. "See that didn't take long did it. Now we really need to shift some heavy moving equipment so who can we think of to." He tailed off looking at Charlie's face. "Don't tell me she just ordered a batch of heavy earth moving equipment." Charlie held out the list. He'd never seen a grown man cry before.

 

Benjamin watched her as she strolled confidentially across the foyer. Chantal was dressed in over the knee mid thigh high leather boots worn with a rather short skirt showing a good four inches of thigh. "You like my new boots then." She smiled at him looking pointedly at his crotch. "Is it a good time to ask for a rise?" Jasmine came up behind her. "Don't be greedy. You've already had one rise out of him today."

 

"Why do I put up with you?" "Because we're good?" "and bad." Benjamin hesitated to say anything. "Let's face it we're the best sales force you ever had. By the way I have an inside track on a public private partnership, there's a bridge in Brooklyn that needs some repair work and they can't afford it this year. It has a really good return on your investment."

 

The elevator door opened and the girls stepped in. Chantal pouted when she got a tap on her bottom and told to behave. "Boringly or badly?". Benjamin gave her a look that spoke volumes. "You be careful young lady or the headmaster will summon you to his office at four o'clock for one of his famous conferences." "Do I get new clothes to wear? I understand you pick out Mel's for her." The elevator arrived at their floor and Chantal wiggled her bum as she stepped out. "What am I to do with her?" Benjamin said more to himself than anything else. "I could find you some suggestions if you like." "No I was just talking to myself. I have enough on my plate with Mel at the moment."

 

It was quiet in the office. Chantal was gossipping to Jasmine. "You know we were thinking up ideas of what Mel should wear to her afternoon conferences?". "Have you any new ideas then?". "Do you think she gets turned on by displaying her body?". "I'm positive of it but she's made a rule it's only done in private." "Before I started here, I worked in a very private exclusive club as a go go dancer, well it was one of the few places that would give me work. The money was very good but it seemed the more experienced girls got fewer tips so you were sort of finished by thirty." "You mean have her dance in something outrageous?" "Would you like me to arrange something? I could wangle an invitation for Benjamin as well."

 

The next day Ben blinked at the sight of his sales force walking in together. "Hi Ben, Happy Birthday." Chantal gave him a kiss on the lips, "It's not my birthday." "Oh I'd better take it back then." She stepped in and kissed him deeper and for much longer the second time. Finally the comments from the rest of the girls broke the spell. Ben looked bemused. Brittany stepped up and kissed him lightly on the lips. "There a kiss better, all better now?" He looked at their short skirts. "We thought we'd have a competition to see who could wear the shortest skirt." Amy voiced the opinion it ought to go to the one who showed the most thigh. Amy of course was the tallest with the longest legs. Jennifer who was the shortest thought it should be the one who had the shortest distance from hem to crotch. "Would you be our judge with the tape measure?" She added, tugging her tight skirt down a half inch so the flash of white knickers disappeared. Heather who stood behind wiggled and her tight dress rose half an inch to display a flash of lemon between her thighs. Ben tapped Jennifer lightly on the back side and told them all to behave. Then closed his eyes as the comments poured back.

 

"Did you give the script to your husband?" Mel nodded nervously "I'm not sure this is a good idea." "Just think of the mind-blowing sex you'll have tonight." Mel nodded again "I'll do it." She said more to stiffen her resolve than anything else.

 

Joanne made her next call, Mel glanced at the number then nodded to her co-workers. "Good afternoon Mr. Adam Brune?" "You made an enquiry about one of ...." She's done the same patter before many times and she continued talking on the phone as her co-workers held her and two others pulled her yogi pants down and off. Then someone, Mel, was putting their head between her thighs. Oh dear she hadn't played the try to distract you whilst you're on the phone since college. Didn't they realise she was talking to a customer? Still, she'd managed a phone call to her mother with her boyfriend lapping away.

 

Mel gazed in wonder at the plunge midnight blue neckline evening dress. It was perfect, but she couldn't think of an occasion to wear it. Certainly it would be wasted on a four o'clock conference. She looked at Jasmine expectantly. "Benjamin is taking you out to a dinner dance at a very discreet private club. You'll be expected to gyrate a little on a dance stand first but afterwards you get to wear the dress and have dinner and perhaps a dance or two on the dance floor. Think of a waltz with Benjamin." Mel looked forward to it even when Chantal mentioned they would be dancing as a pair on different dance platforms.

 

Chantal guided her in through the side door and showed her the two matching outfits they would wear when gyrating. Mel looked at the outfit, it wasn't too bad, a short white slip dress not see through but not completely opaque either. White stockings and the inevitable straps with her scrap of lace around her eyes to make her look mysterious and hide her identity she could do this. She stepped on to the platform and was hoisted up a few feet off the ground. A bird in a gilded cage, on the other side of the stage Chantal dressed in an identical costume was hoisted up at the same time. She and Chantal gyrated in time to the music and below them six dancers danced a strange sort of energetic Can-Can on the stage which soon had them in tassels and scanty under things. They took their bow and Mel glancing down at one of the tables was put out to see someone pull out a smartphone, really in a place like this couldn't it wait? They were looking intently at the screen then they tapped it and Mel realised a small jet of cold water had just squirted her left breast from a jet hidden in the gilded cage, boys and toys. She covered her breast up with her hand which was difficult as she tried to hang on to the cage around her. She glanced down to see grins all over the table with the smartphone and the smartphone was passed to another who looked up at her with an evil eye. Her right breast now found itself the recipient of a small squirt of water.

 

She looked across at Chantal and saw damp patches on her outfit as well. The next jet of water hit her thigh close to her crotch. She hated to think what it looked like to see the moisture dribbling down her leg. Chantal was continuing to dance so she thought it best to ignore it as well. A second better aimed jet of water struck her thin knickers soaking them and rendering them transparent. She picked out the table with the smartphone that was aiming towards Chantal, quickly she slipped out of her damp knickers and taking careful aim she lobbed them at the guy with the smartphone hitting him on the nose. He hit the screen in surprise, Chantal was to the other side and a jet of cold water landed on the back of the neck of one of the waitresses as she was bent forward serving. Chantal gave her a thumbs up then scooped off her damp knickers and stretched them before pinging them at Mel's table.

 

Mel looked down at the crowd below, then thought about the high-priced boys toys she'd seen in the car park. The thought of millions of dollars being turned on by her wiggling was a turn on in itself. She glanced across to Chantal's cage and saw Chantal pick up a no it couldn't be could it, a vibrator that flashed when turned on? She looked down and saw one similar clipped to the cage, when in Rome do as Rome does. She lifted it up and gave it a lick so it wasn't completely dry that she wasn't well lubricated down there as it was then plunged it in in time with Chantal. The flashing lights disappeared then reappeared as she slowly pulled it out. Then in again, now there wasn't a male in the place that wasn't giving either herself or Chantal their full attention.

 

Chantal guided her away from the dance stand back to the changing room where she could remove her lace eye mask and get dressed up in her midnight blue evening dress. "One of the punters wondered if you'd be interested in a Caribbean vacation with him for a million dollars?" "Really?" The waitress who was sorting her hair out murmured "He's done it before with one or two of the other girls." Before spraying her with expensive scent before the two of them returned to Ben's table for dinner. Afterwards a small dance band picked up their instruments and commenced to play. Mel looked longingly towards Ben who took his cue. "Would you care to dance?"

 

Mel had brought in her new daughter, everyone cooed over her, Ben murmured polite things and when she'd left Jasmine popped into his office. "A snip of her hair, I thought you might be interested. I could take a snip of yours and send them to the labs?" Well he didn't have to tell Mel the results did he?

 

Ben looked at the test results, now how to ensure his daughter had a comfortable life. He dropped by to see how Irwin was. He'd heard on the grapevine that Irwin had collapsed in a mall car park. "I'm not so bad lad, there was a doctor and nurse who were shopping so tended to me. Blessed busy body though said I shouldn't be driving. Have you ever heard such nonsense? Still he's not my doctor and until my doctor says I can't drive I'm OK according to Malcolm. I'm booked in for a spot of heart surgery next week, they're a bit concerned because my blood sugar is a bit high. Silly buggers."

 

Adam opened the legal looking letter. "Our daughter has made her first conquest." "And I didn't even know she'd been dating." "No, the guy you took her to see in hospital." "Irwin the musician?" "Yeah that's the one, he's left her his collection of 8,000 CDs, his house, but its only worth the same as ours and a block of shares in the private company you work for, estimated value $6,500,000. The shares have to be held until she's twenty-five, but we get the dividend income in trust." "What's that mean?" "According to the letter it means if it is judged to be of benefit to her then an expense can be paid." "So no trips to Las Vegas then but we could sell his house and build an extension over the garage." "Why would we want to do that?" "For a full time nanny. I'm going back to work to keep an eye on our daughter's inheritance and the extra money can be saved for our retirement."