Corporate Psychology
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Corporate Psychology
I
Jennifer Taylor stood quietly in the ladies room just off the lobby at
the Corporate Offices of Prescott-Lowell Pharmaceutical. She was
checking her self in the mirror carefully. She needed to make sure that
every hair was in place, her makeup perfect, and not so much as the
slightest wrinkle to disturb the smart looking business suit that she
wore. Today was a special day and she was here early to make sure that
everything went well, at least those things that were her
responsibility. Granted that being the receptionist was not the most
significant position in the company, but today she would be playing
hostess also, and for a special group of bankers and investors. Ms
Prescott had made sure that Jennifer clearly understood how important
today was and how much she was depending on Jennifer to greet and make
welcome these visitors.
Jennifer had a great deal of respect for Ms Prescott and hoped to learn
more about business from her. She was such a strong and powerful woman
and commanded that respect. Although Jennifer knew that her given name
was Evelyn and had heard the other partners calling her Eve, she would
only every call her Ms Prescott.
While Jennifer didn't know or couldn't convey much about the business
aspects at Prescott-Lowell, she was the face that would meet, greet and
be remembered by these gentlemen, and, Ms Prescott had made it
abundantly clear that she would not tolerate any breach of pleasantry,
or decorum including Jennifer presenting herself as less than the
wonderfully beautiful and stimulating lady that she was. Whatever these
gentlemen in attendance today wanted she was to be sure that they were
taken care of, and that meant anything... anything at all. Jennifer was
hoping that these gentlemen would remain just that, gentlemen; but at
the same time she was prepared to do what she had to do. At the end of
the day this group of investors and bankers would be deciding just how
rich Ms Prescott and the other partners in Prescott-Lowell would become
and Jennifer needed to make sure that if there was anything that she
could do to help out that it would be done, and done to the satisfaction
of any of these gentlemen and Ms Prescott. After all, if everything went
well today. Ms Prescott had promised Jennifer that there might be a
little something in it for her as well. But that wouldn't have mattered
anyway, because there was no way that she would ever disappoint Ms
Prescott, she had been trained better than to allow that to happen, and
just thinking about the punishment that she would receive for the least
possible mistake made her feel the pain that she knew would accompany
it.
Jennifer had chosen her outfit for today with extreme care. Ms Prescott
had said business professional and sexy, but not overtly so. There was
still a place in this world for subtlety. So Jennifer had taken the
money proffered by Ms Prescott and purchased this outfit especially for
today.
The lingerie came first; it was the base for everything else and set the
tone for the entire outfit. The bra, panty and garter belt were made of
fine satin edged with intricate Italian lace. While many people
preferred French, Jennifer loved the detail of the Italian lace. She had
added a camisole and half slip of the same delicate material. Covering
her legs were stockings in nude tone, so sheer that they felt like a
whisper against her skin.
The blouse that Jennifer chose was made of coarse silk in deep red and
closed with pearl buttons allowing a good enough view of her cleavage to
be provocative but not trashy. The suit consisted of a fitted skirt and
jacket in navy with off white pinstripes. The skirt ended at mid thigh
just covering the stockings and garter tabs. Jennifer selected a pair of
red pumps with ankle straps and five-inch heels that matched the color
of the blouse. For jewelry she chose a simple gold woven chain necklace
and bracelet and gold rope strand earrings.
All in all, Jennifer was very satisfied with the reflection that she saw
in the mirror. Definitely business, definitely sexy and definitely not
over done. She smiled at her self and turned to exit the ladies room. No
matter what else happened today, she was sure that she was properly
dressed and ready to do the meet and greet to the best of her ability,
hoping against all odds that she would face no challenges beyond those
of her simple hostess position. But just in case, she was prepared to do
what she had to do, come what may. Ms Prescott would expect and accept
nothing less.
At 7:45 Jennifer opened the lobby door. She still had a little time to
wait as the guest weren't due to start arriving until 9:00 and she was
told that they would be in and out most of the morning. As she unlocked
the outer door, she looked up to see Ms Prescott arriving in her new BMW
followed closely by Roger Blair the Executive Vice President and
marketing guru for the company, second in the company only to Ms
Prescott. He parked his black Mercedes next to the red beamer and
hurried to get out of the car in time to open the door for Ms Prescott.
Apparently she was quite taken by his simple act of gallantry because
she smiled, gave him a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek. Seeing this
happen gave Jennifer a slightly sick feeling in the pit of her stomach,
but she did not know why. Everyone in the office knew that the two of
them were an item, especially for the past three years after Mr.
Prescott gave up the Presidency of the company to his wife while taking
an extended sick leave.
To the best of Jennifer's knowledge, no one had seen Taylor Prescott for
over two years and there were rumors that he had secretly been divorced
from his wife or even that he had died and that it had been hushed up to
save Ms Prescott from the media. In her position, Ms Prescott now
controlled a 70% share of the partnership but strove to stay out of the
spotlight, letting the other partners, particularly Mr. Blair enjoy any
notoriety.
At any rate, Jennifer watched as Ms Prescott and Mr. Blair walked across
the parking lot and up the stairs leading to the building entrance. They
did in fact make quite a good looking couple.
Jennifer stood quietly next to the reception desk as Ms Prescott and Mr.
Blair entered the lobby. It was a rule that she would stand for
inspection by Ms Prescott and wait to be addressed by her. When in the
presence of Ms Prescott she never spoke until spoken to. She had learned
this simple lesson early in their relationship. Ms Prescott would assign
demerits quickly which were totaled at the end of the day when
punishment would be determined. The last time that Jennifer had made the
mistake of wishing Ms Prescott good morning on a particularly lovely
day, prior to being addressed first, she had spent the evening on her
hands and knees scrubbing the tile floor of the lobby with a tooth brush
and cotton swabs. It had taken her more than six hours to complete the
task which she performed naked to prevent any damage to her clothing.
She had arrived home after mid night too tired to eat and collapsed into
bed. She woke at 4:30 to be back to the office early enough to check her
work and touch up any areas that she had missed the night before. So now
she stood, quietly with her eyes cast slightly downward with the
requisite smile on her face hoping that she would pass inspection today.
Ms Spencer stopped short of where Jennifer stood and gave one last
lingering kiss to Mr. Blair before he headed off to his office. This was
not a kiss to reward gallantry, but the kiss of lovers. Lips touching
and then parting slightly and then tongues becoming intertwined.
Jennifer hated when they did this, but she didn't know why. The sick
feeling returned to her stomach only to be chased when the kiss had
broken and Ms Prescott had turned her attention away from her lover and
to Jennifer.
"Good morning Jennifer..." said Ms Prescott, "and just how is my lovely
little receptionist this fine morning? I really love the outfit. It
appears that your sense of fashion and style gets better with each
passing day. Now be a dear and bring me some coffee to my office. I need
one more shot of caffeine before the boys start to arrive. I need to be
sharp and on my toes today. These boys are going to make me rich, or
should I say richer, a lot richer than I every thought that I would be."
Jennifer was relieved. It appeared that Ms Prescott was in not only a
good mood today, but a great mood. At last, Jennifer raised her head to
meet Ms Prescott's eyes, "Yes Ms Prescott. Good morning Ms Prescott.
Coffee in your office, will that be for you only or will Mr. Blair be
joining you?"
Ms Prescott smiled back at Jennifer, "Well how sweet and thoughtful of
you to ask Jennifer but it will only be me. However, why don't you bring
a cup for yourself? We need to talk for a few minutes and you might as
well relax before the investors begin to arrive. God knows that once
they get here none of us will be able to relax."
Amazement crossed Jennifer's face just at the thought of being asked to
have coffee with Ms Prescott. She quickly curtseyed and turned to get
the coffee. "Yes Ms Prescott. I won't be but a minute." As she walked
down the hall to the break room where the coffee was ready to be poured
she couldn't recall what made her decide to curtsey? Was this the first
time or had she done it before. Oh well, Ms Prescott seemed to
appreciate it so she would make sure to keep doing it. Now she had
better put it out of mind and get the coffee. Ms Prescott did not
appreciate dawdling. The last time that Jennifer was slow with the
coffee it had cost her two days in the office wearing six inch heels
with a slim eight inch chain between them to teach her to walk properly
taking small steps quickly enough to get the job done. Further slowness
that day due to that training had cost her a bare bottom spanking
administered by Ms Prescott with Mrs. Underhill, the HR manager,
standing by as witness.
As Jennifer was leaving the break room with Ms Prescott's coffee, she
almost bumped into Charles Dawes and David Steiner. They were the other
two remaining partners in the company although much lesser partners than
Ms Prescott or Mr. Blair. Both of these gentlemen were very pleasant to
work with and were in particularly good moods today for the up coming
investors meeting. Even though they each owned less than 10 % of the
company, the right decisions made today could make them both multi
millionaires. Jennifer nodded a brief hello to them and continued on her
way, coffee tray in hand.
As she proceeded down the hall, Jennifer overheard a brief comment from
one of them as they continued their discussion. "The key to everything
is being able to secure Taylor's signature on the partnership release
before we approve the IPO date. I know that Eve has said this won't be
an issue, but unless we have those documents signed by next Friday the
IPO date could be pushed back by months."
Jennifer had no idea what an IPO was, but she had heard the term used
frequently by the partners when they discussed today's investors
meeting. She was such a total ditz when it came to any business matters
or for that matter any topic that required complex thinking. Her math
skills were so poor that she had a difficult time keeping her checkbook
balanced and she was struggling with the task of learning to drive. It
seemed that she would have to resign herself to riding the bus or on a
special occasion, like today taking a taxi into the office. This was
however somewhat of a treat for her since it was not something she could
afford on a regular basis. Besides, she had met many very nice people
while riding the bus and no matter how hard she tried, she didn't think
that she would every have enough money for the down payment on even a
used car let alone trying to make the monthly payments. There was always
a cute dress or shoes at the mall that she just had to have and before
she knew it, the money was gone. But it was worth it, because when she
would show the new clothes to Ms Prescott and tell her what a wonderful
deal she had received; just the smile in Ms Prescott eyes was reward
enough. Jennifer knew she was just a dumb blonde, but was content with
that. If she could ever become more than that it would be great, but at
the same time she was happy with her life as it was.
Carrying the tray with coffee into to Ms Prescott's office, Jennifer
stood quietly but patiently until her presence was acknowledged. Ms
Prescott directed her to place the tray on the conference table in the
corner of the office and then to serve the coffee. With Ms Prescott
served at her desk, Jennifer returned and filed a cup for herself. She
added artificial sweetener and cream to her coffee to make it palatable;
she couldn't understand how Ms Prescott could tolerate to drink her
coffee black. With cup in hand she moved to stand in front of Ms
Prescott's desk, the one place where she always stood when required in
this office. She tried to act casual and relaxed but was unable to do
so. In the end she finished her coffee quickly and returned to stand in
position in a more business like pose.
Ms Prescott looked up from the report she was reading and set her coffee
cup aside. She surveyed Jennifer from top to bottom in a slow moving
gaze. "Jennifer, do you remember Mr. Prescott?"
Jennifer appeared to think about her answer even though it did not
require her to do so. "No Ms Prescott, I do not believe that we were
ever introduced."
Ms Prescott smiled at her, pleasing Jennifer very much. "Well young
lady, I believe that it may become necessary for the two of you to meet.
I need a favor from him and it will require your help. Do you mind?"
Jennifer was thrilled. Meeting Mr. Prescott was a big deal. No one in
the group that she associated with other than the partners had every to
her knowledge ever met Mr. Prescott. And at the same time to be helping
Ms Prescott? What a wonderful thought.
Ms Prescott moved on with out allowing time for an answer. "What I need
you to do Jennifer is to be at my house tomorrow evening at 6:30 and
wear one of Shellie's uniforms, the blue one I think. You will be
serving dinner and providing entertainment for the evening. By the way,
make sure to pick out a few toys from Connie's toy box. I'll send a car
for you at six, but don't forget to bring something appropriate for your
bus ride home; it might be a late night."
Jennifer's heart raced and her pulse pounded. She knew that tomorrow
evening would be another adventure, an opportunity for Ms Prescott to
show off Jennifer's talents, but another lesson in total submission. Her
mind was filled with mixed emotions, fear being the most prominent, but
lust and love following closely behind.
Ms Prescott started to dismiss Jennifer but stopped in mid sentence,
rethinking herself. "Jennifer you do understand how important this
meeting today is don't you?"
Jennifer nodded without saying a word.
"Well," Ms Prescott continued, "I need to be sure that Mr. Blair is
relaxed and calm throughout the meeting this morning, and he seems a
little on edge today. Why don't you go to his office and see what you
can do to help him relax a bit before the investors arrive. I think that
you have just enough time to give him one of those wonderful blow jobs
that you've been practicing to learn. Consider it you're first chance to
use a new talent to help out the company. Don't forget, although your
objective is to deep throat him it might not be possible on your first
attempt. After all, he is hung like a horse. But I'm sure you will try
your best and no matter what, I am also sure that he will be satisfied
with your efforts. Now run along my dear, I'll be down to check on your
progress in a few minutes."
Jennifer shook with fear as she walked down the hall to Mr. Blair's
office. While she knew that Ms Prescott would someday demand this of her
she was not sure that she could do it. But her training had been quite
thorough and she knew what she had to do, so putting a smile on her face
she knocked softly and entered his office.
Fifteen minutes later, Ms Prescott entered Roger Blair's office without
knocking. She stood silently for two or three minutes observing the
scene in front of her. Roger was seated on the sofa in his conference
area; his head lay back obviously enjoying the attention being paid to
him by Jennifer. For her part, Jennifer was on her knees with Roger's
manhood filling her mouth as she desperately tried to allow it to find
its way down her throat.
Waiting a minute longer, Ms Prescott was able to catch Roger's attention
as his eyes opened briefly. He almost pulled away, but Jennifer was
anchored tightly. "Oh don't get up on my account Roger," she teased, "It
looks like you have finally discovered one of Jennifer's many talents
that go unrecognized in the course of day to day business. Why don't the
two of you finish what your doing there and then meet me in the lobby, I
believe that our guests will be arriving soon. And Jennifer, make sure
you repair the damage that you're doing to your makeup. You're going to
look quite the mess by the time that you're finished."
By noon the day was all but over. The meetings with the investment
groups had gone well and the structure for the IPO had been set. Each of
the group had agreed on how much of the initial offering they would
purchase prior to the general release through the exchange of the
remaining shares. For Jennifer it has been an easy day once the
investors started showing up. Greet them, show them to the conference
room, and serve coffee and pastries. When they were gone it only took a
few minute to tidy up the room and then it was back to her regular
duties. By mid afternoon all of the partners were gone and Jennifer was
able to lock up the front doors and leave by 5:30, a treat in and of
itself.
II
Saturday morning Jennifer slept in until 9:00. Normally she was up and
going by six, but she knew that tonight would be a late evening. Ms
Prescott had requested her to serve for dinner tonight and that always
meant a late night. Additionally she had been requested to bring toys to
provide entertainment so she knew that she would be tied up, one way or
another, until very late, or quite possibly early in the morning.
It took Jennifer most of the day to prepare for the evenings activities.
First of all, she selected her light blue French maid's uniform and
checked it to make sure it was spotless. She had just purchased a new
extra full petticoat to wear with it that assured that the skirt would
stand out almost horizontally. This would require her to move very
slowly without bending to avoid displaying her panties to anyone in her
immediate area. She was sure that Ms Prescott would be thrilled with
this change in the uniform.
Selecting an outfit to wear home from Ms Prescott's house was a little
more challenging. Given no specific directions as to what to wear she
was on her own to make the choice. It would be well after midnight and
she would be riding the bus so she needed to make sure that it was a
conservative outfit that would not draw undue attention from the likes
of the bus riders at that time of night. Suddenly she wished that she
hadn't spent the money on cab fare yesterday. It would be much nicer to
take a taxi home during the early morning hours, but she just couldn't
justify spending the extra money. At least she didn't have to ride the
bus in the afternoon wearing her maids outfit. Ms Prescott had at least
spared her that embarrassment.
At 6:30, Jennifer stood quietly in the front parlor of Ms Prescott's
house waiting for the inspection that she knew she must pass before
beginning her evening duties. Ms Prescott's chauffer had dropped her at
the door barely 5 minutes ago and she had had to hurry to be standing in
position waiting for Ms Prescott. She could already smell the wonderful
aromas that were wafting out of the kitchen and her stomach growled once
or twice as she stood there. She tried to deflect any thought of hunger
as she knew it would be much later that she would have her dinner, in
the kitchen with the cook, if she were allowed to eat at all. Ms
Prescott was of the opinion that it was good for her figure to
occasionally miss a meal as well as being a tool to instill discipline
of the mind and body.
As it turned out, the inspection was a non event. Ms Prescott entered
the room looking lovely in a shimmering gold gown and barely gave
Jennifer a look over. "Wonderful Jennifer, you look absolutely perfect,
but then I knew that you would. Now get busy with the table settings and
such. Make sure that the wine is chilled, I've picked a bottle of
Chardonnay that is already in the chiller but go ahead and put it on ice
and have it ready to serve when Mr. Blair arrives. Just two glasses
please, it will only be the two us for dinner this evening. By the way,
I've left you a note on your serving tray. It will outline the
entertainment that I've planned for later. Make sure that you read it
over and are prepared."
The dinner went well. The chef that Ms Prescott had hired for the
evening had prepared a luscious feast of sea food. Jennifer had served
each course with perfection, standing by quietly off to one of the
corners of the room as the two business partners ate. The only
difficulty of the early evening came when Mr. Blair arrived and was
greeted at the door by Jennifer. She must have presented herself well in
the blue maids outfit because Mr. Blair stood there with his mouth
hanging open until Ms Prescott placed her finger under his chin to push
it closed so that she could kiss him.
"Roger, I told you yesterday, that Jennifer has many wonderful talents
beyond those required to act as a receptionist. You don't think that I
would pay her the generous salary that I do just to be a pretty face in
the lobby, do you?" Eve teased as she placed yet another kiss on Roger's
lips. This kiss was a long and lingering one designed to pull his
attention away from the pretty little maid and back to the mistress of
the house.
After dinner was finished, Jennifer served more wine as Ms Prescott and
Mr. Blair settled comfortably into chairs in the parlor. Although
Jennifer had not been allowed to eat, she no longer wanted to. There was
anticipation of more yet to come this evening and her nervousness
overwhelmed her appetite. She stood by quietly as Ms Prescott spoke to
Mr. Blair. It seemed as if she had changed the tone of the evening back
to business discussions which were well above Jennifer's understanding.
Jennifer in her best CEO voice. "Now Roger, I know that you've have been
quite patient with me about the partner's release that I need to have
Taylor sign off on before we take the company public. God knows that we
don't need him trying to muddy things up."
Roger only nodded as he allowed her to continue.
"Well this evening, I'll demonstrate and explain just how I am going to
achieve that. I know that Taylor needs to sign the release in front of
witnesses, so we won't accomplish that tonight, but I want you to
understand just how confidant I am that it will happen."
Roger still did not utter a word. This was certainly the piece of the
puzzle that had worrying him the most since the whole idea of the IPO
had come up. Taylor Prescott was the person most responsible for where
the company stood today but no one had seen or heard from him in well
over two years. While he knew that Eve had control of Taylor's share of
the partnership, either a signed release in front of witnesses or a
certified death certificate was going to be needed before any further
action could be taken.
Eve looked at Roger's face seeing a reaction that teetered somewhere
between doubt and hope. She decided that is was time to go forward with
the show. Looking up and across the room she motioned for Jennifer to
come stand near where she and Roger sat. Handing Jennifer a clipboard
containing some papers and a pen she made a simple request. "Jennifer,
to the best of your ability, I want you to sign Mr. Prescott's name on
each of those papers. I want you to do it carefully, but just as he
would do it if he were here."
Without question, Jennifer took the pen in hand and in the most natural
of fashions, quickly signed Taylor Prescott across each of the pages.
When she was done she handed the clipboard back to Ms Prescott who
forwarded it to Mr. Blair. "Well Roger, what do you think? You've seen
Taylor's signature hundreds of times. Think that this will pass?"
Roger studied the pages for a few minutes studying each of the
signatures. Not only were they perfect, but each one was exactly the
same. No variations in either style or form. "All right Eve. I suppose
that this is another one of Jennifer's talents that up until now I knew
nothing about. But what do a few good forgeries have to do with getting
the documents signed in front of witnesses?"
Eve was beside herself, giggling like a school girl.
"Roger that's why I've invited you here this evening. You see, the
beauty of the whole situation is that those are not forgeries. Those are
real signatures. I realize that it sounds crazy, but that's why I've
asked Jennifer to provide some entertainment this evening, to prove to
you that those are real. Now sit back and relax and watch the show. I am
sure that you will find it very entertaining, when it's over I'll tell
you the whole story so that you understand just how it all happened."
Jennifer reached back and pressed the play button in the stereo and the
room was filled with soft sultry music. Almost immediately, Jennifer
started a dance that was every bit as sultry as the music. Her body
moved in a sexy, sensual fashion matching every nuance of the music. By
the time that the first song was half over, she had started removing her
uniform in a slow, dramatic fashion that would make any stripper
jealous. By the end of the second song, she was down to her panties and
bra and had begun to drape herself around Roger, who sat there trying
not to be affected but incapable of hiding the erection that was quickly
building.
Roger tried to pull back from the advances but neither Jennifer nor Eve
would have anything to do with it. "Come on Roger, relax and enjoy
yourself. You already know how talented Jennifer is. Leave her finish
her little seduction. Just make sure that you save enough of yourself. I
don't expect to be disappointed later."
Roger gave in with no further encouragement. Jennifer sank to her knees
and took his now rigid member into her warm wet mouth taking him on a
direct flight to the moon and stars. Several minutes later as Roger sat
on his chair trying to compose himself, Jennifer started back into her
dance routine. When her bra came off, Roger marveled at the firm ripe
beauty of her breasts. As she reached to pull down her panties he could
hardly contain himself and began to get another erection. But in the
next few seconds, his whole world turned upside down. As Jennifer
straightened up and tossed him her panties, he looked to see her now
totally naked body. But what he saw caused him to stop breathing
altogether for several seconds. There between her legs where there
should be a small tight inviting pussy, was a very small, very
uninviting cock and small pair of balls.
Eve knew that it could go no further without explanation. Roger's face
had turned a shade of grey that look near death. He was in shock or near
to it, so she began to speak, even as Jennifer continued with the
entertainment. "Don't worry Roger! You're not going to catch some horrid
disease or become gay. Just relax and enjoy the rest of the show. Our
little star here requires a bit of a reward for her efforts and we don't
want to disappoint her."
As Roger looked on, still in disbelief, Jennifer pulled out a little bag
that had been setting in the corner and started to play with her toys.
First she produced a penis shaped gag that she hungrily inserted in her
mouth and buckled the straps behind her head. Next she showed him a long
penis shaped butt plug that she lubed up and easily inserted into her
backside. The next two items were a bit strange, but Roger watched as
she pulled up a pair of panties and a harness type of bra that appeared
to have numerous wires emerging from them that she plugged into a small
battery pack that contained a few switches and dials. She produced
padded hand and ankle cuffs and secured her ankles together, and after
placing a blindfold over her eyes, manages to cuff her hands behind her
back. She now lay there trussed and helpless on the floor.
Before Roger had caught up with the activity, Eve stood up and moved
across the room to where Jennifer now lay. Reaching down, she turned a
small knob on the end of the plug that protruded from Jennifer's ass and
they could both see and hear it start to vibrate. This elicited a series
of soft moans from Jennifer's gagged mouth. Eve then flipped a few
switches and turned a few dials on the battery box. Although there was
no sound or indication of anything happening, Roger could see the flesh
around Jennifer's breasts start to quiver. Eve reached down and picked
up a small snap hook that she connected to the ankle cuffs and pulled
Jennifer's feet and legs up until she was able to snap it to the hand
cuffs providing a quick and very secure hog tie position.
With her work done, Eve moved to where Roger sat and extended her hand
taking his and pulling him to her feet. "Come on; let's leave her to
enjoy her toys while we go enjoy ourselves. Don't worry, I'll explain it
all to you later, but right now I'm the only one in the room that hasn't
had any sexual pleasure tonight, so you'd better come with me and get
busy."
It was sometime later when Eve, finally sufficiently pleasured and
satisfied led Roger back to the parlor. Jennifer lay there with her body
quivering and covered with sweat. Eve decided to take some pity on her
and quickly released the bonds and allowed Jennifer to compose herself
and get cleaned up. She was still quivering and walked with a drunken
stagger as she headed to the bathroom. She returned twenty minutes later
wearing her maid's outfit, to serve drinks and stand by quietly while
Eve told Roger the rest of the story.
III
"Taylor was a genius. It was his discovery of the neural compounds used
in Prolaxin that made it one of the top anti-depressants on the market.
That's the drug that first brought success to Prescott-Lowell and was
the platform for all of the future success. This all happened before you
bought into the company. But you remember that we needed your marketing
knowledge and abilities to take us from a small bio-chem company into
the mainstream pharmaceutical arena."
Eve was not telling Roger anything that he didn't know up until this
point, but she wanted to lay the ground work.
"Even with the commercial success that we enjoyed with Prolaxin, it
wasn't until Taylor and the boys in the lab came up with Pyschoclor that
we were really ready to take off into the major pharmaceutical market.
Who would have thought that a drug that eases patients into a suggestive
hypnotic state could become so much in demand, but Taylor was right on
track. As you well know, the projections for each of the next five years
show potential sales of these two drugs alone accounting for almost
$400,000,000 in revenues. This is how we got to where we are today, and
this is what laid the foundation for where Taylor is today."
Now, Eve was ready to take Roger through the transition phase as she
referred to it. She had worried about how to proceed from this point
forward because Roger sometimes show a streak of integrity and
altruistic values that might make it hard to accept what had happened
and how she had resolved it. Although Eve felt that she herself had
rather high morals and ethics, she had done what she had done in what
she thought was in the best interest of the company and the partners.
She took a deep breath and jumped into the story hoping for the best.
"It started more than three years ago, during the clinical studies
required for FDA approval of Pyschoclor. Taylor was very much involved
in the details of the clinical studies. As a matter of fact, he took on
the direct oversight of one of the most important segments of the
studies. It had to do with drug interaction, specifically, Psychoclor
when administered with Prolaxin. The last thing that we needed was for
our latest and greatest drug to be incompatible with what was already
our number one seller. This was particularly important since the value
of Psychoclor was multiplied several times when it could be used with
patients coming out of a depressive state who had been taking Prolaxin."
"During this period of time, Taylor and I had been having some
difficulties in our marriage. I was wound up pretty tight in the
business side of the company trying to deal with the financial picture
as the company growth was starting to run wild. I guess that I was
guilty of ignoring our relationship for the sake of the business, but I
was driven by the need to make the company a success. Taylor had done
his part in the development of the two drugs and I wanted to prove to
him that my value to the company was just as great as his. It didn't
take long for me to start feeling like Taylor was taking his pleasures
elsewhere, but I had no proof."
Roger sat back listening to the tale but not yet having enough
information to sort it out. He knew what the end results would be, sort
of at least, for God sakes there was Taylor standing right in front of
him looking like a college co-ed in a frat boy's wet dream, but how the
hell did it happen? While he didn't understand and was not yet
discounting what Eve was saying. He simply didn't have enough
information yet. So he sat back and listened some more.
"I actually found out what was going on quite by mistake. I was at home
working on some financial projections when I realized that I was missing
a file with projected capital implications to the roll out of the new
drug. Roger had decided to run into town for some Chinese food and had
left his notebook computer sitting on the desk in our office. I was sure
that he would have the file stored in the project overview and decided
to go looking for it before he got back rather than waiting for him.
When I opened up the spreadsheet software, it showed me a list of recent
files accessed. There at the top of the list was one that caught my eye.
I almost clicked out of it to search for the capital projections, but
the name of the file held my attention. I stopped and thought about it
for a minute or two, but I could not resist temptation. Any file named
Clinical Exotics needed to be checked out. What I expected was some porn
downloaded from the internet, but what I found was something else far
more disturbing."
"One of the things that you need to remember about Taylor is that his
genius extended beyond his chemical wizardry. He was also a clinical
psychologist which gave him an edge in the direction of his research.
During the clinical phase of testing, he spent hours with patients that
volunteered for the study. He monitored the drug intake and any
reactions to the drug on both a physical and mental basis. The mental
part of the study involved patients using Psychoclor then undergoing
both voluntary and involuntary hypnosis; that being the key measurable
attribute of the drug. He was particularly interested in drug
interaction with Prolaxin and closely monitored the patients receiving
both medications. What he found, was that when used in combination, the
drugs not only performed satisfactorily, but actually made most people
hyper-sensitive to post hypnotic suggestion. The drugs literally opened
the mind up to its basic levels of input allowing thoughts, ideas and
behaviors to be implanted. This information proved to be very useful in
establishing maximum amounts for prescriptions and duration of use for
Psychoclor."
Roger was following along with Eve's story, but still was not sure where
it was going. She thought that perhaps another practical demonstration
might be helpful. Looking across the room she made eye contact with
Jennifer who immediately came to life.
"Jennifer darling, I believe that there is one of Sylvia's uniforms
hanging in the closet of the guest bedroom. Now why don't you be a dear
and go change into it then come back here and stand in the corner and
wait until I need you again."
While Jennifer curtseyed and then scampered off to change, Eve continued
her story. "What I found when I opened the file, was at first
meaningless. There on the spreadsheet were summary data and comments
extracted from the clinical studies of seven women that were part of the
large scale clinical program. The notes were vague and unclear as to
their particular importance to the study but did provide reference to
the video records of each session along with notes that intrigued me
even more so. It appeared to me that Taylor was actually using these
women to fulfill some very creative and bizarre sexual fantasies."
"I knew that I was snooping in what were supposed to be private files,
but now I was driven by needs both personal and professional. If Taylor
was in fact involved in what appeared to be using patients in clinical
studies to pursue weird sexual desires, not only was our relationship
and marriage at risk, but he was risking the entire company, and I
couldn't allow that to happen. I quickly copied the file as well as
seven other files that were the individual cases studies and e-mailed
them to my private account. I wanted to study them further, and I knew
that Taylor would be returning any minute. I was then actually able to
find the capital projections that I needed, copy them and forward them
as well, and was sitting of the sofa deep into the financials by the
time Taylor returned."
As Eve spoke, Jennifer entered the room and quietly made her way across
to the only empty corner. She turned and positioned herself facing the
corner with her nose just touching the wall. She stood with her feet
turned in slightly in a pigeon toed, somewhat knock kneed manner with
her hands together behind her back.
Roger took note of Jennifer's entrance paying attention to both her
dress and her demeanor. She wore a grey and red plaid, pleated skirt
that ended mid-thigh. A white blouse was complimented by a grey sweater
that was draped over her shoulders. On her feet were bobby sox and black
and white saddle shoes. She had pulled her hair to the sides and wore it
in loose pigtails tied with ribbons that matched the skirt.
If her outfit screamed naughty school girl, her demeanor only served to
reinforce the picture. She appeared to be shy, innocent and demure but
there was a hint of something else in her eyes. The look that Roger saw
there was somewhere between simple sexual desire and raging lust. For
the most part, she kept her nose pressed to the corner, but once or
twice, Roger caught her turning her head to fix a wistful glance on both
he and Eve. It was when Eve saw this happen that the picture changed.
"Jennifer! You misbehaving little hussy. Come stand here in front of
me."
Jennifer scurried to move directly in front of Eve assuming the same
stance that she had taken in the corner.
"My dear, when I give you an order, I expect it to be followed to the
letter. Do you understand that?"
Jennifer cringed a bit and nodded in agreement. "Yes Ms Prescott. I
understand completely and am sorry for my poor behavior." She bobbed a
quick curtsey and cast her eyes downward once again.
Eve grinned as if satisfied with the answer, but not yet finished with
the discussion. "I can hardly have you showing such disrespect for me in
front of Mr. Blair, can I?"
Jennifer answered shaking her head slowly from side to side. "No Ms
Prescott."
Eve pressed forward. "All right then child. I think that a lesson is
needed to remind you of your proper position and to correct your
attitude. I believe that there is a hair brush sitting on the vanity of
the down stairs powder room. Bring it to me quickly."
Jennifer's eyes widened, but she did not hesitate. She ran from the room
returning less than a minute later with the brush in hand, offering it
to Ms Prescott as she resumed her standing position."
Eve fixed her position on the chair she was sitting in by scooting
forward and sitting upright. Then she addressed Jennifer once again.
"All right child. Pull up your skirt, pull down your panties and present
that little round butt for the entire world to see."
As Roger watched in amazement, Jennifer pulled her panties down to her
ankles, raised her skirt above her waist and laid herself across Eve's
lap. He looked at Eve and saw in her eyes the command and dominance that
she carried with her in the business world. But now it was about to
manifest itself in an entirely different manner.
Eve turned her attention to the matter at hand, hoping that Roger was
paying close attention. "Now repeat after me, and count off each stroke.
I wouldn't want to lose track and cheat you out of a proper lesson or
lose count and have to start over. ‘I apologize, Ms Prescott, for my
disrespect and promise to behave properly in the future.' And count them
off loudly so that Mr. Blair can hear you clearly."
With that said, Eve took a full swing and the hairbrush slapped loudly
against the skin of Jennifer's exposed backside. "I apologize Ms
Prescott for my disrespect and promise to behave properly in the future.
One. I apologize, Ms Prescott, for my disrespect and promise to behave
properly in the future. Two..."
So on it went until a full fifty swats had been counted. Jennifer had
tears on her cheeks by the sixth blow and was wailing like a baby by
twenty. By the time the punishment was complete, red welts had been
raised on both cheeks.
Eve pushed Jennifer from her lap when she was done administering the
beating. "Now pick yourself up, gather your things and head on home. You
should make quite the spectacle on the bus in your cute uniform with
tears running down your face. Probably won't be able to sit at all on
those hard plastic seats will you? Now remember, if anyone should ask,
you explain to them what a bad little girl you have been, and why you
had to be punished. Be quick about it now don't linger. I want you back
here by 9:00 in the morning. You'll be serving Roger and I breakfast in
bed. And don't forget your work clothes; the bathrooms could use a good
scrubbing."
With that, Jennifer hurried to collect her clothes and ‘toys' and headed
for the front door. Eve took Roger's hand and led him up the stairs to
her bedroom. The last sound that he heard before the front door closed
was more weeping and sobbing from Jennifer, then his attention was
pulled elsewhere. Was it possible? Could Jennifer really be Taylor? How
could a thirty something man transform himself, or be transformed into a
twenty year old blond bimbo that apparently had no other purpose in life
than to please Eve Prescott. And what role did she play in all of this?
Was she the instigator, the facilitator or the recipient of this
sequence of events?
Although his mind was clouded with the events of the evening he didn't
dwell these questions for too long. When Eve started removing his
clothes as well as hers, and the two of them moved to the bed, the
questions were set aside for another time and place.
IV
Jennifer's ride home was relatively uneventful. The walk from Ms
Prescott's house to the nearest bus stop took 30 minutes that she used
to compose herself. She had dried her eyes and wiped the tear stained
makeup from her face replacing it in basic form while she walked. She
made the bus stop just as the bus was pulling up and was spared having
to wait another 30 minutes for the next bus. For most of the ride she
was the only passenger, and the driver paid her no attention what so
ever.
When she departed the bus, she still had a ten minute walk to her
apartment. The only problem she encountered was with a drunk walking
behind her whistling and making lewd statements. Once inside the
confines of her small one bedroom apartment she quickly stripped off her
clothing, washed her face, set the alarm and collapsed on the bed.
When the alarm rang at 5:30 AM, Jennifer rose but did so slowly. She had
slept soundly for almost 4 hours but could have used another 3 or 4. She
made her way to the kitchen and started coffee and then showered and
dressed while the coffee perked. She took time to fix two eggs and
bacon, and toast with strawberry preserves. This was her first meal in
24 hours and although she felt starved, the food satisfied and filled
her.
Jennifer was wearing skin tight jeans, a peasant blouse and sandals. She
had used more make up than she liked for day time, but she needed to
cover the dark circles under her eyes. She collected her yellow maids
dress for serving and then the hated ‘work clothes' that Ms Prescott had
requested. This outfit consisted of plain cotton panties and bra that
had been starched stiff. Heavy fabric tights and a stiff girdle added
further discomfort to the undergarments. The slip was also starched
cotton and would hang to her ankles. The heavy grey dress was made of a
coarse woven fabric and must have weighed ten pounds. It was also
starched rigid. The shoes were black boxy affairs with square heels.
They had lead inserted into the soles and heels and weighed more than 20
pounds. It was a chore to walk more than a few steps in these shoes.
Jennifer was not looking forward to the day ahead of her; however she
couldn't decide which part she despised the most, a long day of
scrubbing bathrooms, or serving breakfast to Ms Prescott while she
lounged in bed with Mr. Blair. Oh, well she couldn't let those thoughts
slow her down. She had the long bus ride and walk to Ms Prescott's house
and would need time once she got there to change into her uniform and
prepare breakfast to serve promptly at 9:00.
By 10:30 Jennifer had finished the breakfast dishes and changed into her
work clothes. Ms Prescott had added further to her insult by placing a
collar around her neck and using a short piece of thin but strong chain
secured her to the base of the toilet. This would keep her from being
able to stand up right and caused her to work on her hands and knees or
in a deep squatting position when she needed to reach higher surfaces.
There was a small bucket with scrub brushes, tooth brushes, cotton swabs
and assorted spray and liquid cleaners. With four bathrooms in the
house, Jennifer knew that she was in for a long day.
While Jennifer toiled away, Eve prepared to present part two of the
transition story to Roger. For this part of the show, they were in the
sitting room with the flat screen TV ready and waiting. Eve placed a
stack of DVDs next to the player and made herself comfortable on the
love seat next to Roger. "We will be watching parts of each of these
DVDs as the day goes by, but they will for the most part serve to
supplement and prove what I am going to tell you."
Roger sat quietly waiting for Eve to proceed. His mind was still turning
over the information from last night and his body was still recovering
from hours of bedroom gymnastics, so he was in no position either
physically or mentally to resist.
"By the time I got through the hidden files and dug deep enough to find
the video recordings, there were seven women that Taylor had pulled into
his little project. What he had found was that when the prescribed
strength of Pyschoclor was increased for certain patients that were
already taking Prolaxin, they became hyper-sensitized to the hypno-
therapeutic regimen that they were evaluated against. Essentially they
lost all will power and would readily accept any post hypnotic
suggestions deeply ingraining them into their conscious and subconscious
being. What he was doing was reprogramming people to be his slaves, or
puppets. He pushed it as far as he could and even began to recreate
these women as someone entirely different than they actually were. He
did it not for the sake of the clinical studies, but to live out and
fulfill his own fantasies."
Roger appeared a little doubtful at this point. How could it be possible
to so thoroughly control someone's mind as to recreate them as a person?
He knew enough about psychotherapy to have some idea of its limitations,
and this sounded like taking it a whole lot further. He was ready to
speak up and start asking questions, but was cut off by Eve who appeared
to have her agenda clearly planned out.
"Ok Roger, I can see the doubt in your eyes so let's take a closer look
at these seven women. I think that by the time we are done that you will
agree with me that Taylor was way out of bounds. Shall we have a look?"
Eve inserted the first disc in the DVD player and hit the play button.
As the picture came up on the screen she began her narration.
Occasionally she would fast forward the video skipping parts that
dragged and getting to the parts that supported her arguments.
Patient number 1, Trisha, age 23. She worked as a beautician and had
been taking Prolaxin for six months after a fit of depression due to the
death of her husband. She is young as will be the case with all of these
women and quite good looking. What Taylor saw in her is a woman that he
described as too uptight. She was raised in a very religious family and
had very Puritanistic values. Here you see her when she first visited
with Taylor. Well dressed, very conservative and altogether proper if
not a bit prudish. Now, let's skip ahead just six weeks. Here we see the
same young girl reprogrammed to suit Taylor's fantasy."
Roger was aghast. If you looked closely, you could see the same young
girl but you wouldn't likely recognize her otherwise. The girl wore an
ultra short mini skirt and a blouse that almost wasn't there. Perched on
tall platform heels she walked across the room with a provocative wiggle
before stopping to plant a kiss right on the two way mirror directly in
front of the camera. Her makeup looked like it had been applied with a
trowel. This once pleasant young girl had been turned into nothing more
than a back street hooker.
Eve read the disgust in Roger's eyes. "I'll spare you the details of her
night turned loose on the street, but I assure you that she did things
that you would find totally sick."
Eve switched discs. "Patient number 2, Terri, age 21. Taylor describes
her as a butch lesbian, and as you can see the flannel shirt, baggy
jeans and work boots fit the persona. Without spending a lot of time on
the how or why, let's take a look at what Taylor's reprogrammed version
looked like."
Eve skipped ahead on the disc to a section that appeared to have filmed
somewhere else entirely. "Taylor went through a lot of effort to capture
some of these scenes." This one was apparently filmed in a cheap hotel
and had all of the appeal of a porno flick. On the screen, you could see
a young lady enter the room wearing what appeared to be fairy costume,
something like tinker bell from Peter Pan. She pranced around the room
like a two year old until two men entered the scene. By the time this
segment was wrapping up, the two men were penetrating her from both ends
while she apparently tried her hardest to make sure that they were
pleased.
Eve stopped the video. We will go forward with the show, but let me
summarize for you. Then you can decide how much more you would like to
see. Patient number 3, Sylvia, age 24. An honors grad student majoring
in psychology. Taylor turned her into a little school girl like you saw
last night. Patient number 4, Connie, Business woman, VP of securities
at PCN Bank. Her persona became similar to our Jennifer that you greet
in the lobby every day, except for her fascination with toys like you
witnessed last night also. Patient number 5, Bria, age 19. She was a
self professed punk rocker that Taylor saw as an air headed over sexed
cheerleader. Patient number 6, Toni, age 22. She was a true computer
geek already finishing her third college degree and working as a
software analyst. In Taylor's twisted mind she became the college
homecoming queen with several kinky fetishes mostly centering on
bondage. And last but not least, Shellie, age 18 the classic upper class
debutante. A girl that never had to make her own bed or clean up after
herself. So of course in Taylor's mind, she would be the perfect little
French Maid."
Eve took a break allowing Roger to consider what he had seen and heard.
Even with the proof right in front of him it was hard to believe. While
he thought it through, it was time to move Jennifer to the guest bath.
If all four bathrooms were going to get done today she would have to
keep the girl on task.
When Eve returned Roger was suddenly full of questions. How did she
confront Taylor? What happened to these women? And finally, if he was to
believe that Jennifer was really Taylor reconfigured, how did that all
happen?"
Eve gave a small chuckle. She had anticipated the questions and their
timing perfectly. "Men are so predictable." She thought. Now it was time
to move on to the final phase of explanation.
"First let me assure you that all of these women are just fine and have
resumed their former lives with very few memories of what actually
occurred. Taylor was careful to build a release into his programming
that virtually cleaned the slate when his clinical study was over. As
for confronting Taylor, I used some of his own medicine on him,
literally. It took me several months to put it all together but the
results were worth the wait. I took classes in basic and advanced
psychology gathering the understanding that I would need. I even took a
seminar on hypnosis and self hypnosis to make sure that I was prepared.
When I felt that I was ready, I started lacing Taylor's morning coffee
with Prolaxin and then slowly begin adding Psychoclor. It was amazing
how fast he succumbed to the treatment. Within a few weeks, I was
already starting to play with his mind. First I implanted symptoms of
illness and the need to see a doctor. Once I got him to that point it
was easy."
Eve looked at Roger as she continued to speak. He was totally enthralled
with the story now hanging on her every word. "He would be so easy," she
thought, "even easier than Taylor."
"One of the interesting side effects of the drugs that I discovered, at
least in Taylor's case was that while under hypnosis, they acted like a
truth serum. I asked the questions, and he gave the answers. It didn't
take me long to find out all of his dirty little secrets. Then it was
coming up with the appropriate punishment for him. As you can see, I
believe that the punishment that I have selected exactly fits the crime.
When I decided to create Jennifer, I took all of the input for the
design from Taylor's own notes. Now, everyday he lives with the
fantasies that he created. While I have turned the tables on him
somewhat I think that he is still rather pleased with the results. At
least I've never heard him complain yet!"
Roger picked his words carefully as he asked his next few questions.
"From what I've seen it doesn't appear that he really has a choice about
complaining, does he? It seems to me that he or she gets some sort of
perverse pleasure out of living each of the roles for no more
satisfaction than pleasing you. Do you really believe that you are any
different than he was? Aren't you playing God or as near as you can get
just to satisfy your bruised ego? And what about the physical changes?
Those didn't just happen based upon a few post hypnotic suggestions. How
are you every going to explain all of this when the time comes for
Taylor to sign those release documents? What are you going to tell the
lawyers that have to witness the signing process?"
There were a lot more questions that he wished to ask but he knew that
he was already on thin ice. The expression on Eve's face had hardened as
she listened and he had guessed correctly when she had heard enough.
"Roger, I don't think that you are in any position to judge me nor what
I have done. Jennifer is quite happy in her new role and I am sure that
she would tell you that. You do not know what I lived through not
knowing or understanding what Taylor was up to behind my back. Now I
never have to worry about it and I can focus my efforts on running this
company and making us all very, very wealthy. As far as the physical
changes go, Taylor and I spent an awful lot of time discussing them. I
would simply make a suggestion and he could either accept or reject it.
And before you ask... he was allowed to make the choices and he did reject
many of the suggestions. And I think that the final product speaks for
itself, don't you?"
Eve paused for effect, giving Roger time to think about what she was
saying. Then, anticipating his questions continued her explanation
before he could ask them. "The physical changes were quite challenging,
and quite expensive. There were 22 various surgical procedures and the
price tag exceeded $350,000. That's one of the reasons that Jennifer is
working as our receptionist. Part of the punishment is that she has to
repay those expenses. At her present rate, I think that she should
accomplish this in another 86 years. I've thought about giving her a
raise, but I don't believe that would do any good. The poor girl has no
mind for money at all. If she were to make more money she would simply
spend it on more shoes and dresses. Her little apartment is already
crammed full and I would hate to see it burst at the seams."
V
The next week at the office was interesting to say the least. Roger
walked around like a cat on a hot tin roof, choosing each step carefully
and doing his best to avoid both Eve and Jennifer. He was having a
difficult time dealing with the entire situation but didn't want to rock
the boat too much. With the potential for a several million dollar wind
fall when the IPO occurred he didn't want to do anything wrong or even
questionable.
For her part, Eve kept a close eye on Roger. She had been convinced that
she could win him over once the story came to light, but now she wasn't
sure. She needed to test him a little and see what happened, and she
knew just how to do it. On Friday afternoon, she scheduled a meeting
with Roger to go over the details of the latest Psychoclor marketing
campaign. She new the material inside and out but needed a legitimate
excuse for the meeting.
Eve arrived for the meeting in the conference room with Jennifer in tow.
Jennifer carried a little tray with coffee and sweet roles. Roger was
already there when they entered and barely looked up. She greeted him
and sat at the head of the table setting her files and note book
computer down. "Jennifer, you may serve, and then please stand aside and
wait in case there is anything further we need."
Jennifer curtseyed then served the coffee and set a napkin and sweet
role next to each cup. She walked to the nearest corner of the room and
stood in her inspection pose, eyes cast downward hands clasped in front
of her. There she waited for further instructions or to be dismissed.
Roger launched into his spiel regarding the marketing program. This was
his territory and he was always ready to put on a song and dance so to
speak. He stood and wandered the room making his points and speaking of
the benefits of the product like an old time snake oil salesman. While
he worked his show however, Eve paid very little attention. This was
just part of the plan and she knew he would run out of steam quickly if
she weren't paying rapt attention and hanging on his every word.
True to form, it took only 10 minutes or so and Roger began to wind
down. He sat back in his chair and looked the length of the table to
where Eve sat, apparently unimpressed. While he waited for her to speak
or somehow react he picked up his cup and took a long drink of the
coffee. This was the minute that Eve had waited for.
As the hot liquid hit his mouth, Roger immediately knew something was
wrong. The coffee tasted terrible and it burned beyond belief. It was
not the burn of overly hot coffee but more like he was chewing cayenne
pepper, which was exactly what Eve had laced his coffee with. His
reaction was predictable and automatic. He pulled the cup away from his
mouth spitting the coffee out over the table with enough force that some
even landed on Eve's skirt.
Even before Roger could speak again, Eve rushed to his side. She picked
up the cup and smelled the remaining coffee. "Oh poor Roger what has
this stupid little bimbo done to you?" She glared at the corner of the
room where Jennifer stood, her head raised and a look of surprise on her
face that slowly turned to terror.
"What have you done, you ungrateful little bitch? I want you to get some
ice water for Mr. Blair quickly. Then I want you to get the paddle from
my office and come back for your punishment and to apologize. Now run
quickly before I get madder at you."
Ms Prescott was still screaming as Jennifer ran from the room. She had
absolutely no idea as to what had occurred, but she knew that she would
be severely punished for it. She quickly returned with the ice water and
then with less enthusiasm went to retrieve the paddle.
Eve turned to Roger to console him, but also to prepare him for what was
to come. He was finishing his second glass of ice water after rinsing
out his mouth. "I can't believe that the insufferable little bitch would
do something like this! I am going to make sure that she learns a lesson
that she will never forget. Unless that is you would rather administer
the punishment Roger. After all, you are the injured party here."
Eve could tell by the look in Roger's eyes and the expression on his
face that he was thinking it over, but it didn't take long for him to
decide.
"Eve, in this case I believe that you are truly correct. The little
blond bitch deserves a good ass whipping, and I'm in the mood to provide
it!"
Jennifer returned to the conference room just in time to hear Mr.
Blair's remarks. When she did she froze in place. But this small piece
of resistance was to do her no good. Ms Prescott realized that Jennifer
had returned and taking her by the arm led her to stand in front of
Roger.
Roger showed rage in his eyes and he reached for the paddle at the same
time pulled Jennifer down across his lap in the classic position. He was
about to administer his first blow when Eve stopped him short.
"Wait just a moment Roger dear, I've had a thought." She reached to the
table where the unfinished cup of tainted coffee sat and pick it up.
Placing in front of Jennifer's mouth she said, "Drink it you little
bitch, but do not swallow and do not spit it out. I want you to feel
exactly what Mr. Blair felt and learn a lesson from this."
With this said she forced the cup to Jennifer's lips and poured in the
mixture. Jennifer immediately started to gag and spit but Eve would have
none of it. From her purse she pulled out a flattened offset gag and
forced it between her lips. "That should keep you from spitting it out,
and if you swallow it I swear that you will regret it."
With that, she stepped back and allowed Roger to get a full swing. The
first blow caused Jennifer to flinch and try to scoot away but Roger
held on tightly. By the fifth blow there were tears flowing from her
eyes and by the time he reached twenty she was flailing and rocking,
tears flowing steadily and bit of the coffee sluicing around the gag as
she sobbed.
Finally, Ms Prescott stepped forward. "OK, I think that that's enough of
that." Pulling the gag from Jennifer's mouth she continued. "Now spit
out that brine and rinse out your mouth. Then get over here on your
knees, beg for forgiveness and do something to show Mr. Blair just how
sorry you really are!"
Jennifer was quickly on her knees in front of Mr. Blair. "Oh Mr. Blair I
am so sorry. I don't know how I could have been so stupid. I won't blame
you if you decide to paddle me more or punish me in any way. Now please
let me see if I can make you feel a little bit better."
Without letting a second go by, Jennifer reached up and unzipped Roger's
pants and worked his cock out using both hands to cradle it. She began
to softly stroke and then leaned forward to kiss it gently on the tip.
Her efforts were not lost on Roger as he began to get an erection.
Eve looked at the two of them and smiled as she turned to leave. "I'll
just leave the two of you to kiss and make up, or what ever else you do.
Roger please come and see me when you're done, but don't hurry on my
account. And as for you Jennifer, I expect this room to be spotless
before you leave tonight!"
This last was said with vengeance in Ms Prescott's voice and Jennifer
resigned her self to a long night of cleaning, mostly on her hands and
knees she was sure. But first things first, she had an apology to
complete, and she turned her full attention and talents back to the
project at hand.
It was almost lunch time when Roger made his way to Eve's office. While
he was pretty sure that Eve had orchestrated the events this morning at
Jennifer's expense, he had to admit to a certain satisfaction he had
obtained in creating the welts that he was sure covered Jennifer's
backside. It was as if he had drawn power from this dominant act. The
activities afterward also led to the feeling of dominance. Although he
had been in a position of authority in the business world for some
years, it was not the same as having this girl at his mercy and ready to
serve his every wish. It was like a drug and he could see how someone
could easily become addicted to it. It was a drug that he was sure
coursed its way through Eve's body every day.
When Friday rolled around and it was time to have Taylor sign off on the
release documents, Roger was both ready and willing to let it proceed
and act as witness. He was surprised to see that Mrs. Underhill would
act as the second witness and raised the question. "I thought that we
required a majority of the partners to witness the signature of the
release forms. How can we achieve that with Helen here to act as a
witness?"
Eve smiled at his altruistic values and naiveté; he showed such concern
over proper procedures being followed. "You don't have to worry a bit
Roger. You see, Helen actually became a minor partner earlier this year.
As a reward to her years of dedicated service I transferred a small
portion of my shares to her. Now, with the three of us present here, we
have a simple majority of the partnership and a significant majority of
the ownership position. To make things even simpler, since Helen is also
a Public Notary, she will sign off at having verified Taylor's identify.
With that being done, the brokers have waived their right to be present.
All we have to do is get Taylor to sign on the line, and forward a copy
of the release to the investment holding company to be added to the IPO
filings."
Eve smiled like the cat that ate the canary. Everything was falling into
place. "Now then... if everybody is happy, let get on with the program."
VI
The IPO was an overwhelming success. At the initial offer price of
$36.00 the shares were sold out with in the first six hours after
release. During the next three days of open trading, the share price
rose 18% before setting back and closing at the end of the week at $41
per share. The next few weeks would bring on new challenges.
Establishing a board of directors and numerous SEC filings that needed
to be made lay ahead, but for now it was time to sit back and enjoy the
feeling of success.
Eve was enjoying the success of the IPO more than the other partners,
but she had more reason to enjoy. The personal wealth that she had just
acquired was staggering even to her. While the other partners had become
rich, she had surpassed them all several fold. However, she would not
allow herself to bask in the glow of success for very long. There was
still work that needed to be done and a company to run, but for now
there were a few other matters that needed taken care of.
Eve spent the next few days putting the final pieces into place, making
sure that her control of the company was firmly intact. While she had
earned tens of millions from the IPO she had still maintained her
leadership role as CEO and would continue to enjoy the salary and
benefits entitled to her in that position.
On Saturday evening, Eve dined with Roger Blair who had decided to
accept her offer to move in with her. This evening they were served by
Jennifer who was wearing her most formal French Maid's outfit. The diner
was ornate in both the offerings and the presentation. Dishes included
courses of duck, beef, pheasant and lamb interspersed with vegetables,
pastas and sweet courses. Each and every course was served with its own
wine or aperitif.
As the evening wore on, Roger became awash with a feeling of lush
fulfillment and soothing relaxation. His mind drifted through endless
streams of thought, feeling and emotion. He was constantly aware of Eve
and her closeness, but unable to comprehend the content and direction of
their conversation.
By nights end, Roger relaxed in bed basking in the glow of sexual
fulfillment. The sex had been almost primitive, raw and desperate with
two bodies tearing at each other seeking higher highs and new more
powerful release. In the end, both bodies lie entangled in the soft
sheets and folds of the bedding. Roger was just barely conscious of
Eve's presence in the room as she sat in the chair watching him as he
pulled Jennifer closer to him seeking the warmth of her body and
remembering the numerous ways that they had explored each other's
bodies.
It was six weeks later when Eve sat down with the newly elected Board of
Directors for Prescott-Lowell Pharmaceutical. She had easily been swayed
to accept the position as Chairwoman, and the rest of the board had
filled in mostly with her hand picked choices. The group was filled with
financial experts, academics and experts from other areas of the
pharmaceutical world. All in all, an easy group for her to lead and
persuade. The only other member of the group that came from within the
business was Amelia Hudson who was the new member of the corporate staff
having replaced Roger Blair. She was a friend of Eve's from backing
their college days and was an easy choice when Roger had suddenly
decided to cash out on his take of the IPO and move on to other
challenges.
Over the next six months, life moved forward briskly in Eve's world. She
had become used to the amount of power and wealth that she had at her
disposal. She had reignited an affair that had lain dormant for too many
years. Now she and Amelia were not only business partners, but lovers.
Amelia had quickly given up her apartment and moved in with Eve allowing
their intimacy to grow to new levels of satisfaction on both their
parts.
Early in the relationship, Eve had introduced Amelia to Jennifer who was
now familiar with her entire story, and actually quite amused by it. It
was on her request that Eve had consented to allowing Jennifer to give
up her job, and her apartment, and move into the house as maid and
housekeeper on a full time basis. While the job was too big for one
person to handle, Eve allowed Jennifer to hire temporary staff until an
additional suitable employee could be found.
It was Friday evening after Jennifer had served dinner for Eve and
Amelia that the problem was finally resolved. Jennifer stood quietly at
the table side as Eve introduced her to the new junior housekeeper and
maid. "Jennifer, this is Blair Rogers. I have hired her to be your new
assistant in all of the domestic affairs of running the household. I
want you to understand that she is your employee and that you are
completely responsible for her training and her performance. The two of
you shall work together and your success and failure will be seen as
one. What ever rewards either of you receive will be shared, as will any
discipline. Therefore, I suggest that you do your best to train her in
all of the proper methods of servitude. Furthermore, when you are away
from your job responsibilities I expect the two of you to become best
friends and sisters. Jennifer, as the big sister you will be responsible
for teaching Blair all of the secrets of becoming a woman, and I expect
that you will find Blair to be a most attentive and appreciative student
as well as a loving little sister."
Blair entered the room slowly and quietly as she had been instructed to.
When she reached her place next to Jennifer she stood with her hands
clasped in front of her and her eyes cast downwards. She could still
feel the effects of the drugs as they flowed through her veins.
The first doses of Pyschoclor and Prolaxin had been introduced to her in
the wines consumed during dinner shared with Eve several months ago.
Over time the doses had been increased as had the hypnotic sessions
allowing the transition to Blair to move along quickly. Eve had found
Blair to be even an easier subject than Jennifer and in less than six
months time most of the psychological reprogramming had been completed.
Using the funds secured from Roger's share of the IPO buyout, the
physical make over had also been completed.
Later that evening with all of their household chores completed,
Jennifer and Blair had seen to the private needs of both Eve and Amelia.
Now with both of the mistresses safely tucked into the king-sized bed
that they shared the two girls made their way down the hall to their own
private room. The Mistresses had seen to the renovation of the room and
it was now filled with an abundance of pink and lace. The center piece
of the room was a queen-sized canopy bed that the new sister would
share. Once they completed their evening ritual of bathing, skin care
and hair care the sisters donned matching pink baby doll pajamas and
made their way to the bed. After a quick session of love making, they
held each other in deep embrace. Although they would have preferred to
stay up much later and explored more sexual options, that would have to
wait for tomorrow or the next days. Tonight they needed their sleep. The
Mistresses had requested breakfast in bed to be served at 8AM sharp. In
order to get themselves properly prepared as well as the breakfast, the
alarm had already been set for 5AM. After one final kiss they drifted
off to sleep each cherishing the closeness of her own special sister.