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Hostile Takeover

By: Dazzle1



Barry woke up with a splitting headache.. He tried to move and found that he has been stripped and tied to a chair.

"Up at last" said a mocking voice.

He turned and saw he was in major trouble. The beautiful red hear Casey Darnell was his captor.

Darnell was a business rival in the kink trade and no friend of his.

"You are probably wondering how you came to be here," she gloated.

"I must admit I am, " he responded coolly.

"I can answer that, " a third female voice answered as a whip hit his back.

Donna his second in command came to view. "Why?" He asked simply.

"Because I want to be number 1 and Casey and I came to an arrangement."

"10 % cut and she gives you to me." Casey said.

Barry did not reply.

"No defiance?" Casey asked.

"Would it change the situation?" Barry responded.

"It would not" Casey noted as the two dominatrix began whipping him.

Like most Doms, Barry subbed just so he would know what slaves and subs would feel like. His body was marked and his body was covered with sweat.

"Now," the triumphant Casey said suck my tits." As the raven haired Donna continued whipping.

"Helpless to resist, " he gagged serving his mistress.

"That good' Casey breathed." I am going to enjoy fucking you later. But for now I'll let you get used to your new status." She placed a large ball gag in his mouth.

Casey and Donna went to a small table, where a delicate blond has set up to glasses of wine. Then knelt as their feet.

"This is a new acquisition, Cecile" Casey said.

"Beautiful," Donna commented.

Yes," Casey squeezed her breast. "Very talented in bed and an excellent switch."

"A toast to our new collaboration, "Donna said

Both women drank.

"Good vintage, " Donna responded.

"Only the best," Casey responded. Then frowned. "Damm we have been drugged."

"That right, former Mistress" Cecile said wickedly as the woman fell unconscious.

**************

Cecile strode over to the bound Barry and removed the gag, "I have a proposal."

Barry coughed and smiled, "You are in the strong negotiating position."

She kissed him "Yes I am. I wanted to take over Casey's operation. But I don't have the contacts, business knowledge and money. Teach me and be my backer."

He considered, "You certainty played this well and I do owe you. Agreed on one condition."

'"You are in no position to make demands."

True" Barry admitted. "Than a request."

"Being."

Casey and Donna become my slaves."

"Donna yes, Casey we share and one other thing."

"Yes."

Since I am the power in this room. You go through a session as my sex toy."

"Yes Mistress Cecile."

Cecile released him" On your knees."

Yes Mistress"

"Eat my pussy," the tiny dominatrix ordered swatting him with a whip. "That's it."

Barry was getting turned on," Not only by the sexiness of Cecile but her aura."

"I'm cumming! Ah!"

He waited for her next command.

"Not crawl to the bed worm." As he began Cecile sat on top of him.

"Give your Mistress a ride my stallion."

"Dam you are good at this."

"Mistress, " Cecile corrected slapping him. "In what way.?"

"You are dominant but also sensual."

"That is become I am a real woman" she answered. "Unlike those two bitches. On your back. "

Barry obeyed as she tied him his spread eagle. "You don't cum until I say so"

Cecile began sucking his cock making it rock hard. "Now!" she impaled her self. "Fuck me.

"Yes Mistress" as he began to rock.

Cecile was also getting turned on and orgasimed.

"One last thing slave as she rose from the bed. She blindfold him. Than came back and stuck something in his mouth

'Suck!" she demanded.

Barry was forced to obey but was terrified. Being penetrated by a strap on was something he feared.

"You're nothing but a fuck slut, " Cecile sneered.

He began tearing up. Then it stopped. 

Cecile released him, "I just wanted to know if you had your limits." She kissed him passionately. 'Now we can be partners."

Barry looked at her, "Lets have sex after we tie our slaves up.

To be continued

Hostile Takeover



Note: Long time reader, first time writer. Thanks for reading, and feedback is greatly appreciated :) 

*

As Carl's plane began its gradual descent toward Japan, Tokyo sparkled like a cut gem. Although the world's largest city yawned out across hundreds of densely-packed square miles, it seemed positively tiny from this height, like a luminescent diorama viewed from across a room. The thought made him smile. Funny what a little perspective could do. If only he could bottle up a little bit of that perspective for tomorrow's meeting. As the most junior employee of Dynacore to come on this trip, he certainly felt the pressure to perform. Not that he would be expected to do the high profile stuff, like flamboyantly pounding his fist on a negotiating table or drowning a term sheet in a flood of red ink. That would be left to the senior executives. Instead, he would mostly be assisting from the sidelines: referencing sales models, providing analytic support, and taking notes. Even still, this was his first overseas negotiation for Dynacore, and he held himself to an appropriately high standard. The purpose for his journey was a meeting with Sappomoto Inc, an entertainment conglomerate whose reputation as a fearsome negotiator extended far beyond the shores of Japan. But as with Tokyo herself, Carl thought, while taking a final glance out the window, nothing was insurmountable with the proper perspective.

---

The Tokyo express train gracefully zipped away from Narita International Airport. As Carl settled into his set, he took another look at Sappomoto's pitch deck. Their motto was proudly emblazoned across a sheet of thick, acid-free stationery:

"Sappomoto: Sating the World's Desires"

He smirked. For all of the company's notoriety, you wouldn't have known it from the pink and white bubble font that clumped together to spell out their logo. An uninformed observer could just as easily have mistaken it for that of a Harajuku makeup line. But the firm's notorious track record, comprised of merciless hostile takeovers, dizzying accounting wizardry, and breathtakingly favorable business deals - was undeniable. As the train slowly glided into Shinjuku station, Carl gathered his belonging and took a deep breath.

This is my chance to prove myself to Dynacore. I won't them down.

After checking in to the hotel, Carl declined his co-workers' invitation for a drink in the hotel bar, preferring instead to get an early night's rest. He would need all his faculties for tomorrow's meeting.

---

Now settled his room, Carl plopped himself down on the bed and checked his watch: 7:30 PM. Better not hit the hay this early, he thought, unless he wanted to take a pre-dawn stroll in the local fish market. Actually, not a bad idea! But probably best to save that for Wednesday. Instead, he picked up the television remote, hoping to catch one of Japan's greatest cultural exports: notoriously bizarre game shows. Japan did not disappoint. The TV screen, immediately after being nudged by Carl past the dull procedural dronings a local news report, exploded into a frenetic competition between two contestants in matching dog costumes. They were racing each other to assemble a winning collection of comically large squeaky toys - no easy task in a Shiba Inu suit! One contestant was trying to pick up what could have only plausibly been an elephant bone, but it kept stubbornly slipping through his oversized paws. The other was attempting to stuff a Pokemon through the tiny doorway of his brightly painted doghouse. For all his effort, he accomplished little beyond causing the toy to squeak wildly. The audience was in stitches.

A slight smile crept across Carl's face as he took in the lurid, technicolor phantasmagoria. The stage was a loopy tangle of bright transparent sheets, possibly the product of pouring a rainbow into a resin cast. And the caffeinated soundtrack brimmed with gaudy key changes, synthetic string stabs, and lascivious slap bass, all tenuously held in a supersaturated suspension which threatened at any moment to crystalize and bury the unwitting contestants beneath a cascade of rock candy. Bursts of acrylic kanji popped in and out across the screen. Although Carl could not read Japanese, he found their staccato rhythm somewhat mesmerizing, and his transfixed gaze chased the characters around the display; back and forth, up and down.

After a minute (or was it several?), his tired eyes eventually settled on the orchestrator of the whole operation: a petit, ebullient gameshow hostess. She was every bit the charismatic ringleader that one would expect. Whether cheering on the contestants (the dogs now were wrestling over possession of a fire hydrant), bantering with the crowd, or casting flirtatious glances toward the camera, she certainly looked the part. And Carl was doing his fair share of looking. Squeezed into a white vinyl dress, her generous figure was just as expressive as her demeanor, if not more so. Each broad gesticulation sent her ample chest swaying. Her plump, bee-stung lips blew exaggerated kisses to the crowd. And on several occasions, she would lean over in a way that, although composed and dignified, nonetheless allowed her hemline to inch its way up the already-slight distance to the top of her thighs.

Carl swallowed. He was no prude, but - good God - when was the last time he had been so transfixed by a television show? Probably not since middle school, when he would sneak down to his basement and watch MTV in hopes of catching a Mariah Carey music video. The thought prompted Carl to let out what he thought would be a bemused, self-aware chuckle, but what he heard was something stiff and brittle; the sort of laugh that unconvincingly attempts to reassure.

His eyes had not strayed from the screen.

The credits began to run. The music pitched and rolled. A hot flash of anxiety seized Carl. But as quickly as it came up, this flare of unease was dampened by the camera's slow, gentle pan back to the hostess, who was saying a closing word to the audience. Her bright, expressive face was a source of comfort to Carl. Her huge eyes, dark and gleaming, blinked open and shut. Occasionally she would crinkle her small nose with the practiced skill of a professional. And although Carl could not understand the words floating out from between her lips, he nonetheless followed them studiously.

Several minutes passed. And then several more. A typical gameshow would have segwayed to a commercial break long ago, but Carl was past the point of caring about this discrepancy, let alone comprehending. He was floating untethered in a galaxy of twinkling lights.

"Follow my voice," the hostess was saying. "Study my face ... there's nowhere you'd rather be right now.."

Her melodic voice (when had she started speaking in English?) had slowly sauntered its way halfway down an octave, taking on a sultry, commanding tone.

"... perfect. Just keep gazing into my eyes, Carl..."

Carl? How did she know his ..

"... There's no need to fight your desires. This is the only thing you want..."

This doesn't make any sense. None of it.

"... come closer, Carl, deeper. Lose yourself in my eyes ... "

But she was right - her eyes were beautiful.

"... now relax, and drift within them ..."

He drifted.

Her enrapturing voice - now somewhat distant and abstracted - continued to drone on, but Carl could no longer even react to her gentle insistences. His mind, for all of its analytical prowess, now lay inert and prostrate before her, like a stopped clock in a watchmaker's firm grasp. And her skilled, dexterous hands wasted no time: they gently and insistently pulled cogs, adjusted screws, unwound dials.

Something in Carl's brain recognized the strangeness of what he was experiencing and responded with a series of emotions - first incredulity, then suspicion, followed by panic - but each of these responses floated slowly toward the surface of his conscious mind like a bubble cast in a rapidly hardening smear of resin, eventually calcifying before it had a chance to burst forth and spur him to action. And in the absence of action, Carl sat. And stared. Gaped, actually. His lips hung slightly apart, his eyes glistened with the reflected glow of the television, and his mind soaked up the vision before him with the passivity and compliance of a dry, well-worn dish sponge.

The camera panned out. The set was empty now. The music had stopped, the audience departed; the only reminder of the prior presence of contestants was a large mound of squeaky toys.

The hostess leisurely walked over to a pink chaise that sat in the back corner of the set. In the absence of the frenetic music, her measured, heeled footsteps boomed like gunshots. She picked up a tall glass of ice water and draped her voluptuous body elegantly across the chaise. If the television set were muted, Carl would have sworn that she was purring.

"Hello, Carl. My name is Misaki. Did you enjoy watching the show?" Carl nodded imperceptibly.

"You did?" Her face brightened. "It's quite a silly ordeal, really. Grown men debasing themselves for a prize, chasing each other around in costumes," she laughed, casting a brief glance toward the mound of dog toys. "How easily they give up their dignity."

"But then again, I believe that anyone can be convinced of anything, so long as you give them the right motivation." She leaned slightly forward and took a sip of water, shrugging up her shoulder so as to give him a generous view of her cleavage.

"Carl," she called out bemusedly. His gaze snapped back up to her face.

"What motivates you, Carl? Is it your job?"

He began to answer, but she answered for him by shaking her head.

"No Carl, it's not your job." He was in no position to argue.

"What about your life and responsibilities back home, then?" Once again, he tried to respond, and once again, she answered for him.

"No, Carl. These things are nothing but afterthoughts. Do you even remember why you came here to Japan in the first place?" He searched for an answer, but his mind was churning like a flooded outboard engine. He stared at the red lipstick print on the rim of her glass. It took every ounce of Carl's strength to manage a weak, "I don't..."

"Oh, you don't remember?" She asked, pursing her lips into a caricature of a frown.

Then, as quickly as it came, Misaki replaced the frown with a cartoonish mask of girlish enthusiasm. "But I do!" she grinned widely. "I remember!"

"You came here" she said slowly, the predatory edge creeping back across her face, "to give me anything and everything I desire, Carl."

What?

While she uttered these words, Misaki languidly traced a long and manicured finger around the girth of her water glass, pooling up the condensation in a plump droplet. Carl groaned.

"Any other responsibilities in your life" she said with a dismissive sneer, "are as inconsequential as this drop of water." She presented the droplet to him on her outstretched index finger. Then, as the camera zoomed in on her generous cleavage, Misaki delicately perched it near the top of her left breast.

Carl stared at the droplet, fixated. It sat, quivering gently, a glimmering gem under the bright stage lights. There was a small beauty to it; something earnest and precious. He admired how it clung stubbornly in defiance of gravity's compulsion.

But even at its brightest, it was still dwarfed by the wickedly curved flesh that surrounded it. No.. more than surrounded, Carl thought dizzily ... subsumed. The droplet was a .. a faraway city seen from the air ... a lost traveler in a desert ... a hapless contestant in a rigged game.

His mind lurched. What was going on? Was he trapped in a nightmare? When had he unzipped his pants? Searching for an anchor, Carl refocused his gaze back to the droplet. Unfortunately (didn't he mean fortunately?), it had not moved. He was seized with an overwhelming need to cover his ears; not just from the sound of his own ragged breathing, but also the screaming of jet engines, the thunderous clattering of laptop cases, briefcase latches, patent leather dress shoes. But his hands were welded to his cock.

He was trapped in purgatory. And the gleaming droplet -- he had now accepted that it was the only key to his escape- still sat there, mocking him. What did it want of him? What did he want of it? The puzzle was too much to bear. He wanted to scream.

Misaki mercifully put an end his suffering. She jiggled her chest, with a sharp cough, freeing the bead of water to finish its inexorable journey. Carl leaned forward and froze. His breathing seized. He watched, transfixed, as the little droplet, that tiny embodiment of every value and responsibility in his life, slid between the valley of Misaki's erumpent breasts, casting one final glimmer before disappearing completely.

Carl watched that glimmer grow brighter and brighter, until it eventually became a white hot light that spread out to cover his entire field of vision. With a defeated groan, he came violently and fell back into his bed. White slowly faded to grey, before eventually settling at the cold, merciful blackness of sleep.

---

Carl awoke to the shrill brattle of his hotel telephone. His head throbbed. He was face-down in a tangle of bedsheets, left leg hanging off the mattress and pillows nowhere to be found. The LED display on his alarm clock blinked insistently: 7:43 AM. It took every ounce of his strength to drag his protesting body out bed. In one unified, clumsy motion, he popped the phone out of and then back into its cradle. Carl savored the newfound silence as he plodded toward the bathroom.

A few minutes later, the fog that hung thickly over his head was slowly dissipating under the hot of water the shower. Carl, who had never traveled outside of North America before, was floored by the intensity of what he assumed to be jet lag. Despite having heading to bed immediately after checking in to the hotel, he nonetheless felt as it someone had been rooting around in his brain all night with a pair of needle nose pliers. Cringing at such a morbid thought, Carl exited the shower and changed into his meeting attire.

His next order of business was an important one: coffee. He had been smart enough to set his wakeup call for several hours before the meeting, which would give him plenty of time to shake off his jet lag and prepare. Briefcase in hand, he swung open the door, stepped into the hallway...

... and found himself face to face with Misaki ...

She smirked. His face sunk. The briefcase fell noiselessly to the carpet.

Carl's expression was blank and lifeless as Misaki pushed him, unresisting, back into his hotel room. His brain creaked and buckled as the dormant memory of the previous night burst forth like a geyser. As Misaki deposited him on the bed, his final defense was a weak attempt to disassociate - to somehow will his spirit up and away from its corrupted vessel: out the window, beyond the skyscrapers, into the bright sky above.

Misaki rolled her eyes at Carl's reverie as she crawled on top of his chest, straddling her smooth legs around his head. She was wearing nothing beneath her short pencil skirt, and had little trouble positioning her warm wetness inches above his face.

"Snap out of it, Carl. Remember why you came here..."

Her first uttered syllable was all it took to catapult him back out of the clouds. His world, which had moments ago shattered into a thousand fragments, suddenly fused back together in the precise form of Misaki's choosing. There would be no more resisting.

Carl opened his eyes and kissed Misaki's lower lips with the slow, hungry passion of a long-lost lover.

The next few hours were a dizzying blur. After coming on Carl's tongue several times, Misaki then turned her attention to the contents of his briefcase. He eagerly and unquestionably walked her through a litany of critical Dynacore financials, providing an astonishing degree of detail. Misaki rewarded him by straddling his cock and riding Carl to a howling orgasm. Still desperate to please, Carl continued to offer up corporate secrets, initially interesting but soon trivial and incoherent. After collecting several pages of notes, Misaki then put an end to his babbling by reaching a manicured hand around his head and guiding it back toward her wet cunt.

"Clean me up, Carl." He obeyed wordlessly.

Misaki let out a low moan that articulated several dimensions of deep satisfaction.

---

Carl was ten minutes later to the meeting.

Several Dynacore seats sat empty. Alan, whose face was tinged slightly green, looked like he was going to be sick. Michelle gazed vacantly out the window. Katy was asleep in her chair. Nikhil was the only Dynacore member engaged in conversation, but most of what he said was indecipherable gibberish. The Sappomoto executives appeared bored.

Carl, meanwhile, was in heaven. He shook his head at the sad state of his fellow colleagues. If only they had his unique perspective, maybe wouldn't be so tightly wound. As if on cue, Misaki winked at him from across the table, and his heart leapt in his chest. She smiled happily. He beamed.

Needless to say, the negotiation was a bloodbath. The final terms were so lopsided in favor of Sappomoto that Carl wondered if Dynacore could even stay afloat until year's end. But this hardly perturbed him. After all, Misaki had mentioned that Sappomoto was looking to establish a base of operations in the United States. Should Dynacore run into financial trouble, Sappomoto would be happy to assume management.

Carl wondered if his trip could have gone any better. He doubted it.



Hostile Takeover



It was a cool day in January, something very unusual for the city I live in. Typically the heat is unbearable but a rare cold front had come through and lowered the temperatures enough for me to need a light jacket that morning. I take my usual route to work, nervous because that day I would be meeting the new landlord of the building where my bookshop is located. It's a small shop, specializing in rare and unusual books, with a large section dealing in erotic literature of all kinds. I've loved reading romance / erotica since I was a teenager, and being able to make a living with my passion is a dream come true. Best of all, I can spend a lot of time reading and no one can tell me I can't.

My favorite books are the ones that involve Dom/sub relationships. I'm not into pain or humiliation, but the thought of total control calls to me on a deep, almost primal level. I've never had a relationship like that, but a girl can dream, can't she? The problem is finding the right guy. Most guys say they "like to have the girl take control" once in a while when having sex, but that's just a euphemism for them wanting the girl to initiate sex, not dictate when, how and how long things happen so as to ensure maximum pleasure for both.

I unlock the security blinds on the front of the store and let myself in. Since it's still early, I lock the door behind me and leave the lights in the main area off. I walk to the back, turn my computer on and bring up a spreadsheet so I can take care of some administrative stuff before it's time to open to the public. The new landlord, Maxwell Clark according to the correspondence I've had from him, would see me here at 10. There was plenty of time to open up and get things out of the way so that I could pay full attention to him when he showed up.

As I'm working I hear the chimes on the front door and seconds later Mary calls back "Hi Jade, it's me!" Mary works with me as all around helper, cashier, part-time cleaning lady and general company. She's also a Domme at a local club and has invited me to go with her and get to know the scene first-hand since she knows how much I like the stories about it. First-hand experience is tempting, but I've never taken her up on the offer.

"Hey Mary, I'm in the back" I call out, not looking up from the computer. Mary walks into the back room, casual Goth outfit of black, ripped jeans, a long-sleeved black t-shirt with a white Catrina print on it and red Vans. Her hair is black with bright purple tips, though not long ago it was streaked with green. I've always been a bit envious of her having the confidence to dress and do her hair however she wants. She looks good and she knows it, and it certainly helps the business.

"You ready to meet the new landlord?" she asks, bringing up the topic of conversation that has been going on between us since I got the notice that the former owner had sold the building. It was really too bad, because we had a good, though strictly business, relationship. I paid rent on time and he did any major repairs the store needed without getting into each other's hair. I could only hope that the new landlord would be as easy to deal with as the former one was.

"Yeah, I guess so," I reply, glancing up from the computer screen. "It's not like I have a choice. I just hope that we can get along like we did with Ed."

"I'm sure it'll be fine" Mary replied as she set her stuff down and started filling the coffee pot. She's addicted to coffee and will drink up to 5 cups a day if possible. I truthfully don't need coffee like she does, but I enjoy a cup in the morning to help me get started. She looks at me with a raised eyebrow asking if I want a cup and I nod in agreement, finishing up with my work on the computer so we can drink the coffee together. We talk about the landlord a little longer, and then change the topic to invariably talk about guys. I ask her how the date with her latest guy went and she goes on and on about how great he is and how much fun she's had with him, both in and out of the club. As I listen to her I wonder how it would feel to have a guy obey my every command like that and it really gets me going.

Soon after Mary and I wrap up our conversation and she goes to open the store to the public. I pick up the coffee cups and rinse them out in the sink before heading out to stock the recent arrivals. As I'm doing that Mary walks up to me with an extremely tall, athletic-looking man behind her. His light, honey colored eyes make a sharp contrast with his dark hair and coffee-colored skin. He's wearing dress pants and shoes, and a long-sleeved button down shirt, though no tie or coat. Even with the shirt on his shoulders look enormous. My eyes move down his body, taking in the broad chest, narrow waist and strong legs. I can't see his butt, but I'm pretty sure it's got to be toned like everything else.

"Jade, this is Maxwell Clark" says Mary. "He was looking for you so I brought him over."

"Call me Max" he said, holding out his hand for a handshake.

"Jade Nichols" I say, taking his hand. A shiver of awareness snakes up my arm and down my spine on contact and I look up into his eyes, slightly startled as that had never happened to me before. He looks at me intently, seemingly as affected as I was. I quickly let go and step back, trying to regain my calm. "How about we go into the office?" I suggest, looking away, sure that I was blushing. "Thanks Mary, can you keep an eye on things out here, please?" I ask, already walking towards the back of the store, not looking back to see if Max was following me.

We get to the office and go over the rental contract. We finish going over business and start talking about the store, and how I got it started, then move on to talk about other stuff as well. It's definitely not the kind of conversation that I would have had with Ed. It seems like neither one of us wants to stop talking. We move from the desk to the sofa where I sometimes crash for a nap after lunch and continue our conversation. Just general chit chat, but just being in his presence makes something inside of me restless, makes me want to be much more assertive than I usually am. I try to tell myself to calm down, but the tight knot of desire keeps growing in me. I glance down at Max's crotch and there is an unmistakable bulge there. At least I'm reassured that I'm not alone in this. 

Taking a huge risk I put my hand on his leg and feel his thigh muscles tighten under it. Max goes completely still and looks at me, stopping in mid-sentence. In for a penny, in for a pound I think as I move up on my knees and lean in towards him so I can kiss him, somewhere between passionate and hesitant. I'm still not sure why I'm doing this, but I just couldn't resist anymore.

Max seems shocked as at first, his hands moving up to grip my arms. I'm almost sure he's going to push me away when instead he pulls me closer and I fall across his chest and he wraps his arms around my waist. I quickly move to sit up, not breaking the kiss, so that his legs are trapped between mine and I grab his hands to pull them away from my waist and push them against the back of the sofa by his head. I pull back to break the kiss and we're both panting, our harsh breathing the only sound in the room. I can feel his rock hard cock just a breath away from my pussy which by now is sopping wet, separated only by our clothes. We look at each other, chests heaving, breaths uneven. I'm still holding his wrists on either side of his head, and he hasn't made any attempt to move or dislodge me.

"What was that?" Max finally asks, breaking the silence.

"I'm not sure" I reply. "There's something about you I just couldn't resist any longer. Do you want me to get up and let you go?" I ask as I lightly rub my pussy over his cock.

He replies, half-jokingly, "No apology for manhandling me?"

"Nope," I say while I smile at him. "I'm not sorry at all, so why apologize?"

Max throws back his head and laughs, exposing the long, muscled column of his throat. I lean in and nip him just where his neck meets his shoulders and he lets out a low groan. "Is this going where I think it's going?" he asks at the same time he flexes his hips and grinds his cock against my pussy.

"I'm certainly trying to get it to where I want to go" I reply between nips and licks of his throat and jaw. "Just be quiet and enjoy the ride."

As soon as I say that I can feel his body relax into the sofa, which I take as permission to carry on. My hips undulate against him, rubbing my pussy back and forth over his cock. I let go of his hands and start unbuttoning his shirt. "Stretch your arms out along the back of the sofa and don't move them from there," I instruct as the gap between the sides of the shirt grows wider and wider.

"Now why would I do that?" he teasingly asks as I run my hands up and down his well-toned chest and abdomen.

In all seriousness I look into his eyes and say "You'll do it because I told you to, and you'll do what I tell you to do because you know it would give us both great pleasure to have you obey me."

Max seems completely taken aback by my response. I can see the gears turning in his head and I'm sure that I just blew my chance to be with him by letting my fantasies get the best of me. I'm so prepared to have him say "You know what? Forget this, this is madness", that I almost miss his quiet response.

"What did you say?" I ask, not trusting my ears.

"I said ok," Max replies, loud and clear. I can still see a little bit of doubt in his eyes, but my hormones have now kicked into high gear. I can't believe my luck that this gorgeous specimen of a man is willing to do whatever I ask of him. I'm certainly not going to look a gift horse in the mouth so I lean in to kiss him again, my hands thrust into his hair to hold his head in place, my tongue swirling over his lips before delving inside his mouth to twine with his, drawing it out and into my mouth so I can suck on it and then thrusting my tongue back into his. My chest and stomach rub against him as we kiss and I feel the heat emanating from his skin through the thin cotton of my blouse.

My mouth leaves his and roams over his jaw, kissing and licking before I move to his earlobe and suck on it. Again he groans and I can see him clenching his fists on the sofa, trying to be still as I asked him to be. I continue my exploration of his body with my lips and tongue, down his neck to the place I nipped him before, this time sucking softly. His hips flex again, driving his cock against me but he doesn't move his hands. I let my hands drift over his chest and stomach, tracing the ridges and indentations of his muscles with my fingertips and following with my tongue. I pay special attention to his nipples, tiny little nubs of flesh that I can flick and scrape my teeth over, then lap and suck to greater hardness.

My hands move down to his belt, and I unbuckle it while I suck on one of his nipples and quickly unbutton and unzip his pants. I move back and say "lift your hips so I can get them off you" and Max doesn't lose any time obeying me. I stand up and finish pulling his pants off, drinking in the sight of his muscular body and long, thick cock standing straight up at attention. I can see the ridges of the veins stand out starkly under his skin, the head a shade lighter than the shaft.

I pull off my shirt revealing my pink leopard print bra with black lace edging. Max draws in his breath and says "Please let me finish undressing you. I want to touch you as well."

"You can help me undress, but you can't touch," I reply, more as a test to see if he'd obey me than anything else. I can't wait to feel his hands on my body, but we'll get to that in due time. I hold my hand out for him to take it and stand up. Max stands up next to me and I fully realize how much taller he is than me: the top of my head barely makes it to his shoulders.

I run my hands over his chest and abs, enjoying the heat and softness of his skin against my palms, at the same time causing him to complain. "No fair," he says, "you can touch but I can't."

"Them's the breaks" I say, smiling up at him. "Now play nice or we don't play at all." I turn around and wait for him to unbuckle my bra, which he does without a word. I take a step forward before turning back to him so he can see me lower the straps and take them off my arms while holding the cups to cover my breasts. His eyes burn holes into my as I finally let my bra drop. I see him lick his lips and clench his hands, obviously wanting to touch my breasts, but he doesn't move an inch. Having him follow my instructions so far is making me dizzy with need, my pussy and clit pulsing along with my heartbeat.

"Now my pants and underwear" I say, stepping close to him again. Max clenches his jaw and breathes deep, his cock jerking as he reaches for the button to my jeans and opens it up, then slides the zipper down.

"I have to touch you if I'm going to get your pants off," he says, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine and tightens my nipples even further.

"I'll allow that much, but don't try any funny business," I say mock-seriously as Max slips his hands between my clothes and my skin and pushes them down along the curve of my hips until he's kneeling in front of me and my clothes pool at my feet. My pussy is just about at his eye level and he can see the moisture leaking from my lips.

He looks up at me and asks "What now?" as he struggles to comply with what I've requested.

"Now," I say as I run my fingers through his hair to hold his head as I raise my leg over his right shoulder, exposing my pussy to him, "you can touch."

"Thank you!" he says fervently, his hands coming up to clasp my butt and pull me closer as his mouth descends on my pussy and he starts to explore it with his lips and tongue. I gasp as his tongue licks up my slit and hits my clit just before he fastens his mouth on it and starts sucking. My head falls back and I moan from the pleasure his mouth gives me, my hands in his hair and my leg pushing at his back so that he's tight against me. I can't keep my hips still and I rock them against his mouth as he fucks me with his tongue, sliding in and out of me over and over. His hands knead my butt and then he moves one so that he can insert two long fingers into me, fucking me with them as he concentrates on my clit with his mouth. I can feel my pulse pounding through my entire body, my breasts swollen and nipples impossibly tight peaks, and still his lips and tongue wind me up tighter and tighter until finally I snap and scream out my release as wave after wave of my orgasm thunders through me.

Max keeps licking me as I come back down to earth, my pussy so sensitive it feels like I could cum again at any moment. I draw in a shuddering breath and push him away, lowering my leg from his shoulder. Max kneels back and licks his lips, his face covered in my wetness. I hold out my hand to help him to stand up. As he stands I sink to my knees in front of him and run my hands up his legs, my mouth watering at the thought of his hot, hard cock stroking into it and down my throat.

"Hands up behind your head," I say, my mouth just a hair's breadth away from the tip of Max's engorged cock. He looks down at me, surprised, but raises his hands, interlocking his fingers behind his head. "If you let them drop at any moment, I immediately stop," I warn him as my hot breath bathes the head of his cock. Max groans, his hips thrusting forward, trying to close the distance between us. I anticipate his move and pull back just in time. I dig my nails into his hard thighs, impatient for him to agree so I can finally wrap my lips around his cock. "Say yes," I insist, brushing my hard nipples along his legs.

"Yes..." Max finally groans out, his cock twitching in anticipation, pre cum leaking from the slit and beading at the tip of his cock.

"Good," I say and lick up his cock from his balls to the tip with the flat of my tongue, catching that small drop on the tip and bringing it into my mouth, savoring it. We both groan at the same time, incredible pleasure welling up and expressing itself in audible form. I decide to prolong both our torment and instead of finally letting his cock slip into my mouth I trace the veins up and down all along his shaft, licking at the underside of his smooth head, lapping at the pre-cum that continuously wells up. Max's hips jerk towards my mouth, his thighs and ass flexing as he tries to push his cock past my lips.

I dig my nails into his thighs again. "Oh no," I say between licks, "only when I'm good and ready". I chuckle at Max's groan of frustration and slap between his thighs lightly to get him to spread them, which he does. I use one hand to lift his cock out of the way and bend down to take his balls into my mouth, rolling them around with my tongue, sucking on them, letting them pop from my mouth and licking them. At this point I'm just as impatient as he is to have his cock in my mouth so I lick my way back up his shaft and around the head before I finally allow it to slip past my lips.

Slowly, teasingly I let one inch at a time disappear into the warm, wet heat of my mouth, moaning around his cock as the hard heat of it slides along my tongue to the back of my throat and bumps against it. I slide my head back slowly and then take him deep again, over and over, my throat working around the head of his cock on each stroke, squeezing and stroking with my tongue. Max's breathing is loud in the room, the only other sound besides the sucking and licking sounds made by my mouth on his cock. I can feel the strain in his legs and his butt as he tries to hold back from fucking my mouth. I slide my mouth down his length once more, this time taking him all the way in until my lips wrap around the base of his cock and my nose is nestled against his groin, my throat working and squeezing around him, his heavy sac cupped in my hand.

I pull back and let him slip from my mouth and tell him to move back to the sofa where I proceed to straddle him, offering up my nipples to his mouth. As he sucks one in and bites down on it non-too-gently I slide my wet slit over his cock, my hips rocking back and forth. I take hold of his hands and bring them to my hips as I lift them up and fit his cock to my opening. "Slowly," I instruct, not only because I want to savor the feeling of him entering me and filling me up, but also because it's been a while and he's so damn BIG.

As wet as I am it takes a little work for his head to push in, but when it does I can feel every ridge and bump rubbing me inside. My head falls back and I moan, knowing I won't be able to last for very long. I lift up and start to ride him, my hips making small circles as I go up and down. Over and over our bodies embrace the rhythm we both crave as we rush towards completion. I feel my orgasm growing and tightening, centering in my pussy and clit, until I can't stand it anymore and the sensation explodes through me. My pussy pulses and spasms around Max's thick, hard cock, milking and squeezing it as I try to muffle my scream of pleasure against his shoulder.

Feeling me cum so hard around his cock drives Max to a greater frenzy, his hands on my hips gripping me tighter as he holds me still and drives into me with a ferocity he hadn't displayed before. Again and again he bottoms out in me, his balls slapping my ass with each thrust. It doesn't take very long for him to slam into me and hold me hard against him as his orgasm takes over and his cock jerks inside of me, filling my pussy up with his cum. He slows his strokes, prolonging the sensation for both of us until we lay limp and drained, my body plastered against his on the sofa. I can feel his strong heartbeat under my cheek, and his hands continuously rub up and down my hips and lower back. After a few minutes of catching my breath I lift up and kiss him.




Hostile Takeover Ch. 01



"Tell me to stop."

His voice was hot against her neck as Tony kissed her there passionately. He had her hands pinned above her head as he pressed her against the wall. His tongue tasted her skin as she writhed beneath him. He moved his pelvis into her and felt her squirm and her breath catch. He raised his head to her face once again. 

"Just tell me to stop, Michelle." 

Her heavy breathing was the only audible sound as she glared at him through her half-open eyes. This man had set her body on absolute fire! Michelle couldn't remember ever being this turned on before and now...this man? He was the complete opposite of the type that was usually interested in her. He was tall, dark, very handsome, and very masculine. Michelle bit her lip as she looked into his gorgeous brown eyes. "What do you want?"

"You know what I'll have." He held both of her hands above her head with one of his as the other began tracing down her body. He kissed her mouth as his hand crept around and cupped her buttocks firmly and raised her to him. "But you tell me to stop...and I will."

Her chest heaved, making the buttons on her silk blouse strain against the fabric across her chest. She half-heartedly tried to wriggle her arms free of his grasp. He grunted as he pressed his body into hers against the wall. "You don't want me to let you go." He kissed her deeply, his tongue plundering her mouth as he tightened his grip on her hands. "You want to be taken. You need to be taken, don't you?" His Italian accent was very distinct as he spoke against her cheek while he pressed his groin into hers. She could plainly feel his impressive erection through his pants and she whimpered at her need for him. He took one hand from her wrists caught her hair in it. Tony turned her face to his as he spoke against her lips. "Let me take you, Michelle."

They stood like that for what seemed like an eternity, but was really only a couple seconds. She stared into his gorgeous brown eyes, her words of surrender on the tip of her tongue. Something wouldn't let her. Something kept stopping her every time she wanted to throw herself at his feet and beg him to take her, to fuck her, to own her. His mouth took hers again in a deep, wet kiss as he held her head still by his hand in her hair. Michelle was in such a high state of arousal she pressed her pelvis back into him unconsciously, even as she tried to free her hands still pinned above her head. She moaned into his mouth, wanting so much to give in...to let go...to lose control. "I...I can't Tony." The words were broken and whispered against his lips.

He began trailing his lips down her neck again. "Yes you can...and you will." He released her hands, yet she kept them above her head as he began trailing his fingers down the sides of her body. 

"I..." Her breath caught as he undid the first three buttons on her blouse. "It's...I don't even know you...I work here..."

"So?" He didn't look up at her as he buried his face in her cleavage and began nudging her bra down with his mouth. His hands cupped her ass as he pressed his groin into hers once again, forcing a moan from deep in her throat as Michelle felt the heat between her legs grow even more intense. She arched her chest up to him, freeing the majority of her breasts from the strapless bra and inviting his hot mouth to them. He moaned as his tongue flicked one...then the other, making her shudder. "You will be mine...you know this...you want this."

Her head was swimming as he began sucking on her left nipple harder and harder. She was whimpering with need, desperate to feel this man taking her. She began pressing her body into him harder, wanting him to throw her across the table and fuck her brains out...but not having the guts to tell him that. His hands were going wild across her firm frame as his mouth ignited a whole new fire inside her. 

Her shirt was completely unbuttoned now as he cupped her breasts in both of his hands. He rubbed one while sucking the other as Michelle moaned and ran her hands through his hair. Her knees were getting weak as his occasional nip on her breasts made her gasp and press them into his mouth harder. He moaned against her as one of his hands crept up her leg, raising her skirt. She spread her legs for him as his palm found her hot mound. She gasped as he began rubbing circles over her underwear. He could feel the wetness that had soaked through her panties and continued rubbing and pressing his hand against her. Michelle began moving her hips against his hand as he raised his face to hers again. "Come on Michelle. Let me take you." His voice was husky with need as he traced her lips with his tongue. Her head was back, eyes closed, arms clinging to him as he continued rubbing her aching pussy through her soaked panties.

She opened her eyes as looked at him, feeling a bit scared. "But...but I...." 

"Enough." His tone turned brisk and demanding, as his hand suddenly stopped its delicious torture. "You know you need this. You know you need me." She stopped her movements as he stood in front of her, his face inches from hers, but otherwise not touching her anymore. "Either you tell me no right now, in which case I will leave and never bother you again...or you become mine." He stared deeply into her eyes. They stood there like that, Tony staring into her eyes. Michelle returned his stare and finally nodded at him. He questioned her with his eyes and she nodded again. "Good." He kissed her roughly and whispered in her ear, "undress." 

Michelle gasped, and nearly laughed as she surely thought he was joking. I mean...they were in a conference room at her office. Yeah, everyone else had gone home for the night, but she had just met this man a few hours ago. There had been an intense attraction between them all afternoon, which was only bolstered by the trip to the bar down the street. She had left her colleagues there to fetch some work she had left in her desk. Next thing she knew, Tony came up behind her and pushed her into the conference room. They were all over each other instantly. Michelle was even startled at her reaction to him, as she was normally MUCH more reserved than that. But, when he grabbed her hair and crushed her lips beneath his as he bent her over the conference table, she couldn't remember a time when she was more aroused. It wasn't until he had her pinned against the wall that she woke from her hormone-filled phase. Now, here he was...standing in front of her telling her to undress. She took a shaky breath. She couldn't deny that she wanted him to fuck her. None of the sweet, slow, sensuous love-making stuff...she wanted him to take her, to own her, to fuck her like no one else ever knew how. 

"Tony...I..." She bit her lip and looked down.

"It's ok that you want to, Michelle." He voice was so deep and calm. "It's ok to do something you're not used to." He stepped closer so his face was right in front of hers. "You know you ache to be taken." He nuzzled her neck as his soft words floated to her ears. "You want someone strong...someone who can please you...someone who will take you and make you do whatever they want." She moaned as his tongue flicked her earlobe. "You want that don't you? You want to be dominated, don't you?"

"Yes." Her whisper was barely audible.

"Then let go." He stood back and looked into her eyes.

"But, I...I work here." She glanced up at him and saw the desire in his eyes.

"I'm not going to tell." He lifted a corner of his mouth as her hands slowly went around his waist. She lifted her mouth to his as he met her waiting lips. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and felt her knees go weak as he clamped his arms around her. She moaned in his mouth and he cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. She shivered and began pulling at his shirt, wanting it off him. "No." he broke their kiss. "No...you will undress for me."

She stopped. "Are you serious?"

He nodded.

She looked around nervously.

"There's no one here." He touched her face. "You want me. God knows I want you." He kissed her deeply. "Take your clothes off for me." He kissed her again and ran one of his hands up her leg. "Let me see you."

The thought that if it were any other man on the face of the earth asking her to do this, Michelle would have told him to take a flying leap...did cross her mind. But, the thought of Tony not touching her...not being inside her...not wanting her was more than she could bear. She had this innate need to please this man. She loved how he made her feel...so alive, so sexual, so womanly.

Tony took his mouth to her breasts again, making her throw her head back and thrust her chest out to him. He suckled her hard, nibbling and licking, mauling them with his hands. Michelle was moaning and gyrating her hips against him when he stopped. "Last chance, love."

She made the decision in her head and took a deep breath. She leaned back against the wall as she slowly worked her arms out of her blouse. It slid off her shoulders and floated to the floor. Her breasts were already out of her strapless bra, so she reached to her back and unsnapped the hooks. It fell to the floor. Tony's eyes hadn't left her yet as she found the zipper on her hip for her skirt. She pulled it down and felt the skirt fall away from her as she stared back at him. She hadn't worn nylons, so all that was left were her panties and high heels. As she worked her thumbs underneath the waistline, she heard a strangle groan come from him. He was smiling as he took off his suit coat and began loosening his tie. "Wait. Not yet."

Michelle froze, and watched him unbutton his white oxford shirt. His chest was nothing short of magnificent as he discarded the garment in the corner. He stepped out of his shoes and unbuttoned his pants. They fell to the floor, leaving him only in his boxer shorts. He stood in front of her then. "You should always be naked with me, little one."

She felt a rush go through her. She nodded as her eyes took in his incredible body.

"You say, Yes Sir." 

She cleared her throat. "Yes, Sir." What she was actually saying didn't dawn on her. She just knew she needed this man right now, in this moment.

"Take your panties off. Leave your shoes on."

Michelle leaned down to step out of her underwear. When she rose, Tony wrapped an arm around her waist and roughly pulled her against him. She felt his erection rubbing against her stomach as he kissed her deeply. She melted against him as he ran his hands all over up and down her sides, then roughly grabbed her breasts and mauled them in his hands. He picked her up and sat her on the conference table, standing between her legs. Their mouths were going crazy on each other as he reached to the aching wetness between her legs. She squeaked when he ran a finger up her slit. He leaned back and looked at her.

"You're so wet, baby." He kissed her gently as another finger joined the first one and began to run up and down her wetness. She arched into him as he urged her on. "That's it, pet. Let it go. Feel it there." When he curved them and inserted his fingers into her, she moaned and thrust her hips up to him. He grinned. "You are just a little sex kitten hidden in a business suit aren't you?" 

Michelle smiled as she gyrated her hips in time with his fingers. "Yes, Sir." She was panting and moaning as he picked up the pace. 

"Or maybe you're just a little slut who hasn't been properly disciplined?" He began thrusting harder into her, making her shake and wince at the biting pleasure. "Are you?" He kissed her as he started going faster. "Are you a little slut, baby?"

Her eyes were closed as she threw her head back and felt something stirring in her core. "I...oh God...yes I am."

"Yeah...yeah you are, aren't you?" James began egging her on as he sensed her orgasm was close. He watched her face as he added another finger to the mix, pumping them in and out of her ferociously. "Only a slut would cum like this, you know."

Michelle bit her lip and nodded...all of her pretenses gone, knowing this man was giving her exactly what she needed. "Yes...yes...I am your slut!"

"Mmmmmmm...yeah you are." He bent down and took a nipple into his mouth as his fingers fucked her even faster and harder. "Cum on you little slut...cum all over my hand."

"I..." Michelle felt it beginning and she grabbed his arm as she felt her vaginal muscles clench around him. Higher and higher, she climbed to her peak as his fingers kept strumming her body. She wrapped her legs around him as she tried to bury her face in his chest as she knew she wouldn't be able to hold her cries of pleasure in. "Ohhhhh God yes I ammmmmm!" Her whole body shook as one of the most violent orgasms she had ever had over took her. She screamed into his chest as her nails dug into his arm. Her pussy gushed with her juices as his fingers continued their blissful torture. He caught her mouth in a deep kiss as he continued pumping them in and out of her. He moaned in her mouth as she whimpered and moved her hips against him. 

Finally...his pace began to slow as she breathed heavily against him. He brought his hand up to his mouth and held his wet fingers to his lips. Michelle watched him suck each one clean while he stared at her. She unconsciously licked her lips. He smiled. "Do you want something in your mouth?"

Michelle bit her lip and nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"Get down. On your knees." 

Michelle immediately hopped off the table and dropped to her knees in front of him. He ordered her to remove his boxers, and he stepped out of him. He stroked his thick cock in front of her face a couple times. "Do you want this?"

"Yes, Sir." She nodded emphatically, staring up at him.

"You sure you want this?" He stared down at her, playing with her hair.

"Yes Sir." Michelle longed to taste his cock.

"Ask me for it." Tony looked down at her, stroking his thick, hard rod.

"Please, Sir." Michelle begged him with her eyes as she looked up at him. "Please let me suck your cock."

"Why do you think you deserve to have it?"

"I need to show you, Sir...I need to show you what a good slut I will be for you." 

Tony grunted as she continued. "I want to suck your cock better than anyone ever has." Michelle bit her lip. "I want to taste your cum on my tongue, Sir. I need to feel your perfect cock in my mouth. Please. Please let me taste it."

"Suck me then, slut." James let go of his cock as Michelle pounced on it. She used one hand to stroke it as her mouth enveloped the head and began working its way farther down his thick shaft. He took a deep breath as she ran her tongue under the sensitive spot on the bottom side of the tip. She was moaning all over his cock in her mouth as he started moving his hips back and forth. He was gentle at first, then started pushing further back into her throat. He felt her gag the first couple times he did it. After that, she began holding her breath when he pushed in...making it much easier for him to fuck her throat. He groaned the first time she took him in deep. His cock was wet and shiny from her mouth and was throbbing hard. She kept sucking him hard into her mouth. Tony clenched his teeth and kept urging her on as she licked and sucked up and down his thick rod. "Yeah...oh yeah...like that." He leaned his head back as she took him in her throat again. "Ohhhh fuck yeah, my fucking slut...suck it like that."

Michelle was completely amazed at how turned on she got when she heard him call her that. She went wild on his cock, sucking, slurping, banging her head up and down faster and harder on him...taking him deeper each time...feeling his head begin to swell as she lapped up the leaking precum. Tony's breathing became deeper and harder as he grabbed a hold of her hair. "Awww fucking slut, suck me. Suck me!" Michelle tightened her mouth around his shaft as she took more of him in her mouth each time. "Fuck yeah...fuck yes....fuuuuuuuck yes!" Tony held her head still as he rammed his cock down her throat. She tried not to gag as she felt his cum spurt on her tongue and down her throat. Her eyes were watering down her face, but she kept working him with her mouth as he groaned and came in her mouth. Tony's body went rigid and Michelle reveled in the delicious noises he made as his orgasm overtook him. He thrust into her throat a couple more times as she kept her mouth and throat open. Finally, he began to withdraw. She continued using her tongue on him, getting every trace of his precious cum off his beautiful cock. He watched her lick him clean then smiled as he looked down at her. "Good girl."

Michelle beamed as he reached down and pulled her to her feet. "Lay down on the table." When she hesitated, he looked at her sternly. "In the future...you will be punished if you hesitate to obey me." Michelle bit her lip as she climbed up on the table and laid flat on her back. She didn't like being this exposed, this open. In her experience, sex was something that happened in a bed, under the covers...not in the middle of a large conference room! "This isn't like anything you've had before." She nodded as it seemed he could read her mind. "You need this, Michelle." He leaned over and kissed her deeply as one of his hands crept between her legs, feeling her wetness. "You need to be dominated like this, don't you?" Michelle nodded as she reached for him. He kissed her again as his hand flicked her clit, then came up and pinched her nipples gently.

Tony walked to the end of the table, grabbed her legs and pulled her so just her ass was resting on the table. Michelle propped herself up on her elbows as Tony slowly lowered his mouth to her wet, pulsing mound. "You do have a beautiful pussy, baby." His tongue pressed against her clit as she laid flat on her back again...moaning for him to continue. His hands pressed her legs further apart as he flat tongued her pussy, licking it from top to bottom, making her writhe and shake underneath him. He grinned. "You taste so fucking good." His tongue went back to her clit as he buzzed his lips against her. Michelle moaned his name and tilted her hips up to him as his tongue went deeper, seeking her hole. He held her pussy open with his hands as his tongue worked its way inside her. Michelle shook underneath him as he groaned and began lapping at her wetness; stabbing his tongue in and out of her while a thumb rubbed her clit back and forth. Michelle began moving her hips against his mouth, feeling that familiar feeling beginning to curl in her stomach. 

Tony sank his tongue deep into her, tasting her juices and swallowing them down. He replaced his tongue with his fingers as he stood and began rubbing the tip of his hardening cock up and down her wet slit. Michelle's head rose as she breathed his name. "Please...please...Tony...please."

"Please what, slut?" He grinned devilishly as he rubbed it harder against her.

"Please fuck me." She had lost all sense of pride. Right now, in this moment, she was his slut. All that mattered was feeling him inside her, and making him cum again. "Please Sir...I need it. I need it so bad."

"Mmmmmmm...my little slut girl needs to be fucked, huh?" His eyes raked over her body as she panted and begged for him.

"Yes! Yes, I do. Please!" She felt like she would positively explode if he didn't sink his cock into her soon.

"Tell me what a slut you are." The head of his cock was completely wet from rubbing against her soaking pussy. Hard as a rock and throbbing, Tony stroked his meat again and waited for her response.

Michelle groaned in frustration as she leaned her head back, her body aching to feel him. "I am your slut. I am. I am your dirty little slut and I need you to fuck me good and hard and deep."

Tony smiled as he lined up the head of his cock with her entrance. "You are, aren't you?"

"Yes!" Michelle was practically screaming. "Yes Sir I am! Please...please just fuck me." She whimpered as her hips moved in circles. "Please, Sir...please fuck your slut."




Hostile Takeover Ch. 01



Authors Note: Okay here's the disclaimer. This story is a weird one, even for me. So I warning you beforehand. Some aspects of this story are just plain flat out unbelievable. It won't seem that way at first, but it will get that way so if you're looking for a realistic depiction of a marriage, this ain't it. I think it's a good story never the less though. Also I'm really sorry but to give you a true look into the characters this story is longer than my usual so I had to break it into two parts. The conclusion will run next week, it is finished, but just too big for one week. Lastly most of the first part does read like a traditional LW story until you get to the end. the first part is mostly set up with the pay off coming in the conclusion. Okay my conscience is clear, you've been warned.

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They always say that the third times the charm. I guess I'm hoping that's true. It works in manufacturing. I make my living as a Manufacturing Engineer. I specialize in CNC programming and set up, but I also work with Robotic and CMM applications. I generally run a program three times before I hand it over to the operators. The first time is to just get the bugs out of the program. I kind of expect the parts to be out of tolerance. 

I measure the parts, then check the dimensions against the print and make changes in my work coordinate offsets. Then I run the program again. I always expect the second time to give me good parts. Sometimes though, unforeseen things can go wrong. The third time through a program has rarely ever failed to give me good parts. I'm hoping the same thing can be said of my life.

I look at the slumbering form in the seat next to me. Her head is turned towards me and her pretty face is covered by a curtain of dark hair. I'm trying to avoid looking into the cavernous cleavage that her deep V-neck sweater reveals. I don't know what the future will hold for us and honestly, I don't care. I'm sure that we'll face a number of hurdles and challenges. We might not even end up together. But one thing for sure is that whatever we end up doing it'll be better than what we left behind.

The steady thrumming of my Mustang's powerful 5.0 liter V8 is like the passing of the blood through my system. The engine's powerful breaths help to ease the tension in my body and let the adrenaline drain out of my bloodstream now that the need for fight or flight is over.

Long before the sun comes up, I pull into one of those comfy looking little motels that are scattered all over the Midwestern Region of the U.S. 

I check in and give the tired looking old lady behind the counter my payment for the next two days, in cash. She gives me a key and points towards one of the freshly painted bungalows.

Returning to the car, I pull into a parking spot in front of the unit without waking my companion. She continues to sleep as I unload the trunk. We've both travelled lightly, with only two bags between us.

She barely makes a sound as I lift her from the car. I lift her with one arm supporting her back and the other under her knees, perhaps it's a reflex as her arms go around my neck. I carry her into the room and notice finally that the room came with only one bed. I place her gently on it and cover her up. Perhaps it's a habit, when I kiss her on her forehead before returning to the trunk, but it's not a habit I've developed with her. It's the first time that I've kissed her in any way, though I've always wanted to.

I pull a small cloth bag out of the trunk and remove the car's cover from it. It's supposed to be sunny tomorrow, but I'm covering the car to keep it from being seen. I'll tell anyone who asks, that it's to protect my custom orange paint from sun damage, but the reality of the situation is that we're on the run. Not from the police or the authorities but from...Nah you'd never believe me unless I start from the beginning.

My name is Preston Collins, and as I said before I'm a manufacturing engineer. I'm not one of those useless white collar wearing, project management, who never get their hands dirty types of engineers. You know, the ones who get on the right committee, and oversee the development of a community access team, or organize the company's youth outreach program. We all know that those guys and their high salaries for things that don't directly impact the product, are part of the reason that cars cost so much these days.

I'm a throwback to the old days. I program CNC machines and Robotic systems. I program CMM machines for quality control systems. I edit, modify, design and fabricate anything we need to get the job done and keep the company in the black.

Since before I could walk I've been taking things apart and putting them back together. 200 years ago I'd have been a blacksmith. 100 years ago I'd have been a craftsman. 50 years ago I'd have been a machinist. This morning however, I'm a fugitive from a psychopath with murderous intentions. Because of the internet and modern tech, she can find me in an instant if I'm not careful. She just has to put an update on her Facebook page, asking if anyone has seen a custom orange Mustang GTR with wide white side stripes, matching orange brake calipers, cross drilled and slotted rotors, and all of the glass blacked out.

She'd probably get five or six tweets on her twitter page from every town I blow through. She plots the tweets on a map, and has a pretty good idea of where I'm going, and can probably get there or have someone else there waiting for me.

Five years ago, I was fresh from U of M engineering. I had a few credits and projects from Lawrence Tech as well. The problem was that I was so new the ink hadn't dried on my degree yet, so no one wanted to take a chance on me.

I finally got a break, just before my money ran out, when I interviewed for an up and coming manufacturing concern. Runaway Technologies, was owned by Sam Stevenson, and they made a lot of different suspension components for several different auto companies. They also made superior components for a few aftermarket companies.

Old man Stevenson took me under his wing, and taught me how to apply all of my theoretical knowledge that I'd obtained in school to the real world. After a couple of years of soaking up everything he could give me, we started modernizing and increased the business even further.

Some of the old line guys who worked there, hated me on sight. After all, some of them had been there for years and I just swooped in from nowhere, and over the course of 24 months become the obvious heir apparent. Nowhere was this made clearer than by the fact that when Stevenson's wayward daughter returned home after flunking out in college, we were practically forced together in a very short period of time.

Sam came in one morning while, I was going over the prints for a new line of control arms we would soon be making for one of our after market clients. I was meeting with all of the department heads of our various areas. The products looked so good that I'd agreed to try them out on my own Mustang. Anyway Sam walked into my meeting, looked over my desk, and told me that it was time I had an assistant of my own, to watch over my interests and keep me organized. I needed someone new who could grow with me and not resent the changes I was bringing. 

That second part about not resenting change, was directed at the group of managers I was addressing. The part about needing an assistant was directed at me. He then told me that he'd already hired her and she'd be there the next day. The facilities group was moving me into a bigger office near his where I'd have a separated office from my assistant, so she could screen visitors for me. Needless to say some of the managers didn't take too kindly to that. The floor guys, were looking at it as if I was becoming an office drone, who'd simply be swamped with paperwork, and wouldn't have a clue of what we actually did. The office drones, were looking at it as if some grease monkey with dirty fingernails, was going to be invading their workspace trying to tell them what to do. It was the worst of both worlds.

The next morning Sam came in, dragging a very disinterested young woman with him. Her manner, bearing and posture all spoke volumes about exactly how much she loathed being there. I found out from several of the guys on the floor that she was his daughter. She had apparently just returned home after having been expelled from another college. She had a host of problems with schools and other issues as well. The general consensus was that she was "Nucking Futs." Apparently Sam had decided that she should try working instead of academia and I was supposed to be her new baby sitter.

I spent as much time as I could on operations on the floor, avoiding the inevitable return to the office for the meeting that I dreaded. Eventually I could put it off no longer and headed for my office.

"Hey Press," said Sam, as I walked into the office. "I'd like you to meet your new assistant, Charlotte. I noticed that he didn't give a last name, but in a couple of seconds it no longer mattered, nothing did.

She was about 5'3" and slim, with an obviously enhanced rack. Her red hair was drawn back away from her face in an attempt to appear professional. Her eyes were large and green, and luminous. Her lipstick or lip gloss or whatever she had on those lips just made me want to chew on them. The overall impression I got from her was that she was only being contrite long enough for Daddy to get over whatever she'd just done, and then she'd be off on her next adventure.

She did take a hard look at me, and her gaze lingered on me for just a shade longer than necessary. Her hands as we shook hands were soft and so warm that I expected them to start smoking at any second. Again she maintained the contact for a little bit longer than I thought necessary, and her smile had broadened a tiny bit when she let go. 

Something happened though when we locked eyes. It was as if a switch was tripped that opened up all sorts of possibilities.

"Well, I guess I'll let you two get acquainted," said Sam. "Press, is everything alright on the floor?"

"Yep," I replied. "We're wearing out inserts faster than we should on the Miller job. So it's going to cost us a bit more than we expected by the time we get to 5000 pieces. But that's my problem, not something you have to worry about. If I haven't solved it by the 5000 piece mark, I'll re-quote the rest of the job. It's minor but it would reduce our profit margin by about 2 percent. I really believe their castings are actually harder than the specs they sent us. I think their castings came from Mexico so their metallurgical studies are suspect. We could reduce the feed rates by tweaking the program but that might cost us an extra 10 or fifteen seconds per part."

"Alright, you can handle that," said Sam, shaking his head. "If you need any help, I'll be in my second office. I should be in conference until about 2:30, with a follow up therapy session after that." I just smiled and nodded my head.

Charlotte took that opportunity to tap me on the shoulder. "Why, is 15 seconds a problem?" she asked.

I turned to face her so I could answer her question. As she looked at me again I was just stunned. "Uhm, it's 15 seconds per part," I said. "in this initial production run of these parts we're only running 5000 parts to see if the quote we gave them was accurate or not. 15 seconds times 5000 parts, is about 2 and a half days, since we're only running one shift on this project. If we're two and a half days late delivering the parts, our customers aren't going to be happy. Also if we tried a faster shipping option, we'd have to pay a lot more, which would again cut into our profit margin."

"Do you wear glasses?" she asked.

"Contacts," I said.

"I knew it," she replied. "You're a nerd. I like nerds. They're smart, and very creative. I think I'm going to enjoy working with you. I can think of all kinds of ways to use that creativity."

I really didn't know what to say. So I just went into my office. There were several things I needed to organize. I decided to have an impromptu meeting to discuss the Miller job.

"Charlotte, can you get all of the managers together for a quick meeting?" I asked her.

"How do I do that?" she asked. Her smile lit up the room. I had trouble concentrating on what I was doing.

"Just call them all and have them meet us in the conference room in 20 minutes," I said.

"Who are the managers?" she asked. "What are their phone numbers?"

I suddenly realized that she didn't know anything about working in an office. "Charlotte what did you study in school? I asked her.

"I had some English classes, and a couple of Math courses, and some science course too but I forgot which ones," she said smiling. "It doesn't matter though."

"Why doesn't it matter?" I asked.

"Because I didn't pass any of them," she said brightly. "It was mostly because I didn't go to class much. I really tried, but they just got so boring after a while. You know how it goes. Besides I knew that eventually I'd be taking over here for my Dad when he gets too old. And I'd have all of those smart guys like you to figure out stuff. So I just concentrated on my strengths. You know like meeting people and getting them in the mood to relax and discuss things."

I picked up the phone and called Myra. Myra Washington, worked in our secretarial pool. I had worked with her several times and loved both her intelligence and her work ethic. Myra was there in less than 3 minutes, and we got to work.

"Myra, I need to have an impromptu meeting with all of the managers. Can you get them all to the conference room?" I asked.

Myra smiled and picked up the phone. She pushed a couple of buttons and spoke into the phone. Suddenly I heard her voice from all over the building. She named off 8 people from memory and asked them to be in the conference room in 15 minutes.

"Will that be all?" she asked smiling. 

"Myra, keep your options open, as soon as I talk to Sam you may be moving," I said.

Myra smiled and closed the door on her way out.

"I hate that fucking bitch!" screamed Charlotte. "She could have just shown me how to do it, but no! She had to fucking show off in front of you. That cunt was just trying to make me look bad. She thinks I'm some kind of a fucking moron. I'm going to have that bitch fired."

I was floored. Myra was a professional, and acted like one. She had majored in office systems and business in college and was very good at what she did. If everything was considered Myra should have been my assistant. If I'd gotten to pick an assistant, I'd have picked Myra hands down. Charlotte on the other hand was beautiful, and I really saw her in another role. More like girlfriend. I knew that Sam wanted me to keep her out of trouble, and show her the ropes, so maybe I could kill two birds with one stone.

After my meeting that morning, I explained my plan to Charlotte before calling Sam. I didn't want her to get angry at me. "Charlotte before today, I've never really wanted an assistant." I told her. "Now I find that with this office and my new responsibilities, I'm probably going to need two. So you're going to get a promotion. Myra will be my administrative assistant. And you can be my personal assistant. I just need to call your Dad and make sure I can spring her from the pool," I said.

"I can ask him for you," she said. "Where's his second office?"

"Uhm, Charlotte, your Dad's second office, means he's at the golf course," I told her. "Mondays and Wednesday, his foursome usually tees off at about 10 a.m."

"So who takes care of everything?" she asked. 

"Well, in terms of running the floor and the manufacturing stuff, I have for the past year or so," I said. "That's why I got the new office. He wants me to start looking into more of the business and sales side of things too. That is why I need the assistants."

Over the next couple of weeks things really moved quickly between Charlotte and I. By the end of the first week we were dating. She seemed to show up at work every morning just to hang out with me. She took long lunches, and frequent shopping trips. I got the idea that the dating thing was what her dad had in mind anyway.

By the end of the first month we were exclusive. Charlotte had a very unusual and mercurial personality. She also had a jealous streak a mile wide. She allowed Myra to do all of the work, except for certain tasks that were considered to be hers alone. Anything that was done for me personally was considered Charlotte's.

She came in one afternoon after having a two hour lunch. During her lunch period I'd met with several customers who were making similar parts. We were discussing the possibility of one of them switching vendors for their castings. The move would save money for all three businesses. They would save on their shipping costs. Since we would also get all of their parts from the same vendor that would also get them both a big discount on the price they paid for casting, which meant they could pass those savings down to us as well.

It took us two hours to go over the proposal with them, and its advantages over the current system. It was like getting two porcupines to kiss, without either one of them or us, getting quill marks. After the meeting I was drained. Myra was in the office giving me a shoulder massage when Charlotte got back from lunch. Charlotte dropped her bags and had a fit immediately.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she screamed. "Get your God Damned hands off of him!"

Myra and I looked at her as if she was crazy. I told Myra to start typing up the reports from the meetings so we could send them to Sam. I then took charlotte into the conference room.

"Charlotte, what's wrong with you?" I asked.

"What do you mean, what's wrong with me? I come in to see some dried up old cunt with her hands all over my boyfriend, and you're asking what's wrong with me," she screamed. 

"Charlotte, Myra has a husband and three kids," I said quietly. "She loves her family very much.

"Which means what?" she asked.

That really should have started the alarm bells ringing in my head, but it didn't. Any person, who thinks that someone who is married and has kids, doesn't give them any thought before doing something inappropriate, is probably going to be a cheater themselves. But I didn't think about that seriously at the time.

"Charlotte, you're the only person I want," I told her. "You're beautiful, you're sexy, and I love you." She smiled at that and just walked away.

"Just make sure grandma keeps her hands off you," she hissed.

I had trouble believing that Charlotte was only 22 years old sometimes. She was very aggressive sexually and very experienced. Charlotte had never said no to anything I wanted to try, and had already done most of them before.

Usually we'd go out to eat, and maybe hit a club or a late movie afterwards. Then we went straight back to my place. Charlotte's room at her mom and dad's house was probably bigger than my whole apartment, but it didn't offer us the privacy we needed. As soon as the door closed her clothes would be on the floor. Charlotte loved trying out new rooms, and new positions. 

Charlotte would not only suck my dick on command, but liked it so much that she would frequently, have me pull it out of her vagina so she could suck it again. I think she knew what her pussy tasted like better than I did. She was also pretty loud and very vocal. She wasn't one of those girls who just softly moaned, I think everyone in my neighborhood knew when Charlotte had her orgasms.

Every day that passed found me deeper in love with her. At least it did for the first six months. One evening just after the 6 month point, I'd had to stay late at the plant. We were having some problems with a new robotic part loader. The robot wasn't picking the parts off of the pallets or loading them into the machines. It was just going through the motions and the locations were totally off. For some reason it took us a couple f hours to find out that the robot was actually performing the way it was supposed to. The problem was that we used English dimensions and the robot was reading them in metric dimensioning. We went through the entire program and did the conversions and had no further problems.




Hostile Takeover Ch. 01



On my way home I spotted Charlotte's car a Saturn Sky roadster that her Dad had bought her when she tore up her first car, a Corvette. The car was in the parking lot of Manny's a club that a lot of the guys went to after work to blow off steam. I went in and saw her at a table with three guys who didn't work for us. The four of them were all huddled into one of the smaller booths. Charlotte's hands weren't visible but one of the guys sitting next to her had his head back and Charlotte seemed to be really interested in his crotch.

I walked over to the table and looked at her. As I supposed, she was jacking the guy off under the table.

"See you at work tomorrow, Miss Stevenson," I said loudly. She jumped back with the stupidest look on her face. 

"Preston, no," she said. "I can explain. Two of the guys got up.

"No need for any explanations," I said calmly. "We aren't married. I just thought that we had something. Sorry, it's my mistake."

"Preston, I'm sorry," she whined, her eyes filling with tears. 

"Why don't you give the little girl a break Preston," said one of the guys.

I turned towards him and punched him in the mouth as hard as I could. I hit him so hard that he spit out two teeth and my hand was bleeding.

"Why don't you shut the fuck up," I replied. His friends including the guy that Charlotte had jacked off, came out of the booth, while he just sat there holding his mouth.

Before they could do or say anything, several of my guys who were in the club were around me. 

"Is there a problem Press?" asked Clay Thompson. Clay was one of my CNC operators. He was also as big as a house.

"Nah, no problems Clay, I'm just leaving," I said.

When I got to the parking lot, Charlotte came running out of the club. I started my car and drove slowly away from there. I didn't need a ticket and there were always cops around the club. Brightly colored muscle cars tend to draw far more tickets.

The next day at work was interesting. I came in went right into the office. As usual Myra was there already. I told her that I'd be working on the floor all day. I needed to make sure that the problems we had with the robot were actually solved. I asked her to forward anything from the office side that I needed to know about to my cell phone.

"When Charlotte comes in, should I ask her to join you on the floor, or stay here in the office with me?" she asked.

"It would probably be better for her to stay here with you," I said. "At least until I can figure out a way to get rid of her." There was no disguising the gleam in Myra's eyes when I said that.

At about 11o'clock Charlotte showed up. Her eyes were red, and she was looking around the floor for me. Luckily it was a very large building, and had a lot of machines scattered around. There were conveyors and CMM labs and all manner of things that I could hide behind to avoid her. After a while she changed tactics and called my cell phone. When I saw her number I just let the call go to voice mail. That day, was the first one since Charlotte came to work with us that she and I didn't go to lunch together. Charlotte often went to lunch twice. She shopped on one lunch period, and ate with me on the other. I sat down for lunch with Charlie Parreda, in his small office, just off the floor.

"So the bloom is off the rose?" he asked. I just nodded sullenly.

"It's my fault Press," he said. "I should have said something sooner. Sam is one of the good guys. He started this business out over thirty years ago, before you were even born. He started out in his garage with a refurbished Bridgeport mill, drilling holes and making slots in plates for anyone who needed parts. He's just like you and me. He's really only happy in front of a machine making something. Once the business got going he started hiring guys and getting bigger jobs. He was constantly expanding and making things better. You've helped a lot over the past couple of years. I see a lot of him in you. I know that he wants you to take over for him when he retires, and I guess he was hoping that you could tame that hellion he sired as well."

"That girl has never been worth a damn. Between Sam, and her mother, you couldn't ask for two classier people. The problem is they indulged her, and now she just has no boundaries. When she turned 20, she started showing up here at the plant. That first summer, she got caught in a compromising position, with two of our top salesmen. They both had to be let go and Sam just sent her off to another college. Last year, she wrecked her Corvette, just left it behind one of those huge trucks that come in every week to pick up our scrap metal. When the driver backed out, he couldn't see that little car because it sits so low, it wasn't visible in his mirrors. He just backed up and crushed it."

"That car cost $60,000 and she just left it behind a truck so she could catch up to the married guy that she was fucking. He was trying to break things off with her, and she wasn't having it. He quit the next day. He said it would be easier for him to get another job, than to deal with her."

"You've heard of guys who can't keep it in their pants, she can't keep her legs closed. Sam loves her, but she's too old for him to spank. And she's too used to having her way." He looked at me with a mixture of sympathy and humor. "What are you going to do?" he asked.

"Update my resume," I said slowly. "I guess I'll need a new job."

"Where are we going?" asked Charlotte, from behind me. "If you're leaving, I am too." I hadn't heard her come in.

She looked at Charlie, and said, "Hey old guy, is this your office?" he nodded. "Well we're going to need it for a while, If you don't mind."

"I was going back to work anyway ma'am," he said politely. "My lunch will be over soon."

I got up to leave with Charlie. As I passed by Charlotte in the tiny office, she grabbed my arm. "Press, where are you going? We need to talk," she said.

"Miss Stevenson, I think you're a bit over qualified to be wasting your time as my assistant. I'm going to ask your father to see if he can assign you to a position of greater importance in the company. Especially since you're not doing what you've trained for or aspired to." I said. "Maybe he can find something, where you can use those meeting people and helping them to relax skills. I've recently discovered exactly how good you are at that," I said. "However for the rest of the day, you still work for me, so please return to the office. The state safety regulations don't allow you on the manufacturing floor dressed the way you are. You could also consider taking the rest of the day off as a well earned reward for your faithful service and hard work over the past six months."

"Preston, we're supposed to be going to that concert tonight, and I'd really like to work this out before we go," she said.

"I'm afraid I have to work tonight," I said. "Perhaps you could get one of your friends from last night to go instead."

"I don't even know those guys. Preston, the only guy I'm going out with is you. I love you," she said. When she said she loved me. I almost folded, but stuck to my guns.

"I've been thinking about that, Miss Stevenson," I said. "It's totally my fault, but workplace romances aren't in the best interest of the company. They tend to lead to unpleasant circumstances among the employees, and usually result in lowered productivity. It was totally my fault for allowing it to begin. I'll report it to your father, and have him reprimand me."

"Preston, will you stop being a jackass. My father pushed us together because he was hoping we'd hit it off. I was hoping I'd hate you, but I don't. I love you. We're going to get married, have kids and run this company. We just need to get over this. It wasn't anything serious. I just made one mistake. It won't happen again," she said.

"Charlotte, the only mistake that you think you made, was getting caught," I said. "I'll talk to Sam when he comes in tomorrow. I don't want you working for me. There's nothing left for us on a personal level either. I just plain don't want to be around you. I'm sure that when the shit hits the fan, your dad will choose you over me, in a heartbeat, so I'll just spend the rest of today saying goodbye to everyone. That way I'll be ready to leave after I see him tomorrow." Then I walked away and left her there crying. I felt badly about hurting her, but decided that it was the lesser of two evils. I'd rather have her hurt for the few hours that it would take her to get over me, than me broken hearted over her for months. 

Unfortunately Charlotte wasn't used to rejection in any way shape or form. She trashed Charlie's office and destroyed a bunch of his personal property during her rampage.

Everyone on the floor and in the offices was talking about both my fight yesterday, what there was of it, and Charlotte tearing up Charlie's office. 

"Hey Press, I heard you hit that guy so hard that his kids will be born without any front teeth," said one of the mechanics. I smiled and watched as another one picked up a chair and pretended to throw it, imitating Charlotte.

The next morning I was already on the floor when Sam came in. I excused myself from the guys I'd been working with and went up to his office.

"Holy shit, what is all of this stuff?" he asked, pointing to the mountain of files on his desk. 

"Production reports from everything we're running right now. Metallurgical reports and QC data," I said. "There are also master copies of every program we use and possible modifications to them for different scenarios on the disks. The rest are incident reports, Sales figures, Cutter designs, time studies..."

He held up his hand for me to stop. "What I mean is why, is it on my desk? This is stuff for you to take care of. That's your job now. I don't need to look over your shoulder every day. If I did you wouldn't have the job. If something is wrong, or you think something may go wrong that you can't handle, then you call me. But for the day to day stuff, I don't need to know," he said.

"Well I was thinking..." I began.

"You were thinking that since you and Charlotte are having problems that maybe you should bail? I never thought you were a quitter Press," he said.

I sat down in the chair across from him, and looked at the floor. "That bad?" he asked. I only nodded. "You want to talk about it?"

"Sam six months ago, I didn't know Charlotte. I thought I was happy. I love what I do. Working here is my dream job. When she came in here that first day, I thought it was some kind of test you were putting me through. Then I thought that you wanted me to babysit her for a while. The next thing I knew I was crazy about her. We were always together both at work and at home, and I just couldn't see living without her. I was figuring that some time soon I would start feeling you out to see whether or not you'd be upset if I proposed to her. I'm not sure she'd have accepted, but I wanted your approval first," I said.

"For most of my life, I've had a girl or two, here and there, but there was never anything really serious, until Charlotte. I guess I was so busy with the machines and my car, that people to me were about the same as machines. In most cases though, people were worse, they're less dependable, they're less predictable, and you can't count on them to do what they're supposed to do all of the time."

"Then Charlotte came along and I guess I was blindsided. I found out that she can't type. She doesn't know anything about filing systems. She doesn't know much about computers or our phone system at all. In fact Sam, she's a terrible assistant. That's why I had to have a second assistant. Myra is great. She actually does all of the work. But Charlotte did something different. She changed me in ways that I can't even begin to think about. I found myself smiling at her at odd moments, or holding her hand under the table in meetings when no one could see us. Just silly things like that."

"The worst thing though is I started looking forward to a future with her. I started seeing the rest of my life as "we," instead of "me," I said. "Sam I know that she's your daughter, but I started thinking of her as "my Charlotte." Then it all went to hell. When I walked into Manny's the other night after seeing her car parked out there, I wasn't spying on her, or trying to catch her doing something. I just hadn't seen in her in a few hours and I missed her something awful. That's a terrible way to be isn't it? To care about someone so much that just being away from them for a couple of hours seems like an eternity." He nodded his head agreeing with me.

"Anyway I went in and saw her in a booth in the back, in the corner, in the dark, with three guys. One of them had his arm around her and she was looking down in his lap while the other two watched. My heart was pounding so loudly that I thought everyone in the bar could hear it. As I got closer I saw that I wasn't wrong. My Charlotte was giving another man a hand job in a public place. I guess I could have just walked away, and let it go. I could have just broken things off with her, and told her it wasn't working out. But Sam I was hurt badly, and I wanted to let her know why, we weren't going to work out."

"So I just told her that I'd see her at work the next day. She started trying to talk to me, and one of her friends tried to interfere. I only hit him once, but I nailed him pretty good. I found out yesterday that he's married and has a kid, so I don't think he can afford any problems. I'm sure he lied to his wife about how he got busted up."

"I guess the thing that we need to work out, is that I can't work with Charlotte anymore. So I just figured that I'd turn in my stuff, so my replacement will have all of the data he needs. Of course I'll stay until you find the guy, and I'll even help him get going in the job..."

"Press, if you can't get work with Charlotte, put her in another department or another job, or hell, just fire her. But the problem is not going to go away until you deal with the real issue here. You might not see her at work, but you're still going to see her in your head. The fact of the matter is that you love Charlotte. It's so obvious that I'm surprised that you can't see it. She did a real shitty thing, I know it. But this pales in front of some of the things that girl has done," he said.

"As bad as it is, I see this as growth for her. And I'd be willing to bet that she's going to grow even further after this. Charlotte is really spoiled and used to having her way. That's mostly my fault I'm afraid. Press, she's been crying her eyes out for two days now. I've never seen that girl shed one tear for anything before this in her entire life. If, and I'm only saying if, the two of you get past this, I don't think it would ever happen again," he said softly.

"She's finally realized that there are some things that have value to her. She knows there are things that can be taken away from her, that we can't just replace," he said. "I'm not trying to tell you what to do here, but she isn't going to let you go easily either. I think my daughter loves you."

"With that being said, you have some things you need to look at too Preston," he said. "You have to realize that people, especially Charlotte, are not like your machines. You can't just program them, and expect for everything to run flawlessly, every time. People, especially Charlotte, have needs and feeling and a lot of really complex issues to deal with." 

"You'll figure it out. I'm going to have someone deliver all of this crap back to Myra. If you need me I'll be at the other office," he said smiling. I decided right then that I was going to have to try golf someday.

Later that day, when Charlotte showed up for work, Myra told her that I was out on the floor again. She called me and asked me if we could talk. I started to simply fire her, but decided to be a bit more poetic. I told her that we had nothing to talk about, because everything had been taken care of.

"You mean you've forgiven me already?" she asked. "That's great Press. I love you. It won't ever happen again. You do know that nothing really happened anyway. Nothing serious happened anyway. Where are you? Can I come down there?"

"Miss Stevenson, we have nothing to talk about because you've been reassigned. I really don't need two assistants, when some of the managers don't have any. Your father owns this company, and some day you'll probably run it, so it's time for you to have some more direct information on what it does. You're still an assistant, but you've been assigned to Charlie Parreda," I said smiling. "You should probably take the rest of the day off to get the clothing and equipment you'll need for your new position.

I could just imagine Charlotte's shock as I hung up the phone. I thought it was great. Since Charlotte had trashed Charlie's office, she could be the one to clean it up.

At lunchtime I was walking to the parking lot, when I noticed Charlotte sitting on the hood of my car. I turned and went back inside. I got Myra to order a pizza and had lunch in my office.

"Myra we've never, just had lunch together, why don't you sit down and have a slice," I laughed at her.

"Oh no," she said. "I like working here. You may be unlikely to be fired, but I'm not. I have my list and I know what I can and can't get away with."

"What list?" I asked puzzled.

"Remember the day I was massaging your shoulders?" she asked. 

"Yep," I said. "Charlotte had a hissy fit, it was kind of funny."

"Only to you," snapped Myra. "She gave me a list of things I can't do and continue working here. One of the things I'm not allowed to do is to have non-working lunches with you if she isn't present."

I was shocked, but Myra was serious.

"I told her that you were married and have kids," I said.

"Press, she probably thinks that everyone is like her. That commitments and things like that don't matter. Only what she wants," said Myra. "The guy she went after last summer, Anson Williams. He went to school with my husband. He's working for a different company now, but Don still sees him. Don told me that Charlotte didn't care about Anson's wife or kids. She thought he was cute and she was going to have him. You've heard I assume, of how she just left her car in the way for that truck to crush it? If she wants something she just goes after it and nothing will stand in her way."

I went home after work that day. I was relieved that Charlotte wasn't in the parking lot. I made something to eat, drank a lot and went to bed early. The phone rang several times, but I didn't answer it. I guess I didn't want anyone to know how miserable I was.

Sometime during the night I woke up. Someone was banging on my door so hard I thought it would come off the hinges. I looked out through the keyhole and saw a taxi driver standing there.

As I opened the door he pointed at his waiting cab. "I have something of yours buddy," he said. I followed him to his Taxi. I looked inside and a clearly drunk Charlotte was passed out on his rear seat. "Thirty bucks including gratuity," he said.

"Why'd you bring her here?" I asked. "She doesn't live with me."

"Look buddy, she was staggering around downtown. I asked her where she wanted to go, and she gave me your address. You can either, pay me, and take her. Or I can drop her off at the police station and she can spend the night in a drunk tank. Something else though, is your name Preston?" he asked.

"Yeah, how did you know that?" I asked.

He just hooked his thumb towards Charlotte. "Sleeping beauty, kept saying Preston loves me, all the way here. It sure doesn't seem that way though."

I gave him forty bucks, and carried Charlotte into my apartment. I laid her down on my sofa and called her house. Sam didn't answer the phone, his wife Amanda did.




Hostile Takeover Ch. 01



"Hi Amanda," I said. She sounded as if she was asleep. "I'm sorry to wake you."

"Preston, is that you?" she said coming fully awake. "Sam is right here I'll get him for you."

"No Amanda, that isn't really necessary," I said quickly. "I don't want to awaken both of you. A cab driver just dropped Charlotte off at my apartment. She's very drunk. So could you please stay awake for a while so I can bring her home?"

"Preston, Charlotte is 22 years old and you guys are practically engaged. You may as well keep her until morning, and she can come home then," she said. 

"Amanda, Charlotte and I broke up 2 days ago," I said sadly. "Can I just drop her off?"

"I'm sorry Preston, I didn't know. Are you sure she knows that you're broken up? Only this afternoon she was talking about how she was going to make some changes in your living arrangements, as soon as she got done pulling your head out of your ass. She hates that tiny little apartment you live in. she says with the money you're making the two of you should have a house. Why did you break up anyway?" she asked. "Every couple goes through little arguments and rough patches. Sam thinks you're going to propose to her."

"I walked into Manny's and caught her giving another guy a hand job, in public," I said casually.

"Oh!" said Amanda. "I'll stay up so you can bring her home."

Twenty minutes later my Mustang's growl announced our presence as I drove inside the gates of their house. The porch lights were on and the door opened as soon as I stepped near it. I carried Charlotte up a long circular stairway and deposited her gently on her bed. "Take me to Preston," she slurred. "My Press, loves me."

"She loves you, you know," said Amanda softly as she covered Charlotte with a fluffy comforter. "She has no idea how much yet, but I've never seen her take to anyone the way she has to you." I just nodded and went back down the stairs as quietly as I could.

The next day at work was an interesting one. I had a meeting with one of the sales people from the company we bought cutting tools from. I'd had the same meeting several times a year. over the past 4 years. They always went the same way. Their guy would show me the catalogue full of their new lines and explain the newest policies for ordering custom made cutting tools and inserts. Then we'd have lunch, and finally we'd talk money and orders.

To say I was shocked shitless was a big understatement. Their new guy, was a woman, and she was hot. She was about 5' 9" weighed about 130, with a slim but curvy figure. She had that tawny Jennifer Aniston type of hair that was neither Blond nor Brown. She had huge grey eyes and a beauty mark on her left cheek. I took one look at her and sensed trouble. I sent her to Charlie, because I wasn't in the mood for another kittenish sex bomb. 

A half an hour later, I saw Charlie bringing her out on the floor. They were looking at one of our HAAS VL 20's. Charlie kept motioning for me to come over to them, and I kept pretending I didn't see him. Finally Charlie brought her over to me.

"Press, this is Samantha Jordan, she's Dan Blocker's replacement," he said. "She'll be handling all of our dealings with her company from now on."

"It's nice to meet you," I said, extending my hand, and then pulling it back before we made contact. "Sorry, I didn't want to get coolant on you. I'm a mess right now. If you're still here when I get cleaned up, we can talk."

"Well Press," said Charlie. "There are some questions about our needs that you really need to be the one to talk to her about. I can handle ordering the cutters for all of our manual and tool room machines. But the CNC stuff, and all of those radical cutters you design, are beyond me. Half of the cutters you use on the five axis machines don't even look like cutters."

As we walked around, I found out that Samantha was a lot more than just a pretty face. She knew her cutter dynamics, and was a serious sales person. I was really enjoying our time together and was about to suggest lunch, when the bottom fell out. We were in one of our QC labs discussing how similar our tool paths were to the path lines the CMM Machines used for inspection, when Charlotte showed up. Charlie tried to give her something to do, but she was having none of it. She just stepped up and started glaring at Samantha. 

Charlie tried to defuse the situation by introducing them. "Charlotte Stevenson, this is Samantha Jordan. She's our new sales rep from Carbide international," he said. "Samantha, Charlotte is the owner's daughter."

Samantha smiled warmly and extended a hand. "Charlotte, we were about to go out for lunch, would you like to join us?"

"Who's going out to lunch?" asked Charlotte.

"Why, Press and I were. Dan told me that Press likes to go to Texas Roadhouse," began Samantha before she was cut off.

"There is no fucking way you're going anywhere with my boyfriend, anytime," snapped Charlotte. "I'd throw your fat ass into one of these fucking machines first, grandma." Tears were already trickling down Charlotte's cheeks. Charlie grabbed her and pulled her out of the office.

"She makes an incredible first impression," smiled Samantha. 

"Why don't you just re-order the same things we got from you last month. And add in 50 of those serrated edge hoggers and the inserts for them," I said. "If you write it up and fax the order to me, I'll sign the purchase req. and we can meet again next month for the lunch part. I'm really sorry about this. It's embarrassing, but I'm sure your husband won't mind, you going home early."

She was great about it, and said she'd see us next month and she hoped everything worked out with Charlotte.

I turned and walked slowly to Charlie's office. I noticed all of his new furniture, and office supplies. Overall his office was actually better now than it had been before. If you didn't pay attention to things like the cracked glass on the picture of his family, you'd never know that the little office had been the victim of one Of Charlotte's rampages. His desk was bigger and better. His computer was more modern and had a bigger monitor. Everything about his office was better after the rampage, than before it.

I knocked on the door and walked in. Charlie was trying to calm Charlotte down.

"Excuse me Charlie," I said. "Charlotte. My office, now!" Charlie gave a silent prayer that what he thought was going to be a knock down drag out fight wouldn't take place in his office. Charlotte got her things together and followed me, meekly.

Once inside my office, I let her have it. "Charlotte, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I yelled. "Why would you do something that stupid? This is a business, not some fucking high school club. We can not afford to alienate the people who we do business with, or we'll be out of business." I was so angry, that I didn't realize that we could be heard all over the offices.

"My father..." she began.

"Your father left me in charge, and I don't think he'd want to hear about what you've just done," I said.

"My father always told me the same shit he tells you," she said fiercely. "If you want something go after it. So Preston, I don't give a flying fuck about Daddy's business or your smelly, noisy machines. None of that shit matters to me at all. Your customers, your suppliers, your business partners, can all take a long walk on a short pier. Fuck the company." Charlotte was getting angrier by the second. She stood up and came over to me. As much as I hated her, or wanted to believe I did, the fire in those green eyes was getting to me.

"Preston, I made a big damn mistake a few days ago, but it opened my eyes. For all of my life I've been spoiled and bored. I knew that I could have anything I wanted, so there was no reason for me to try or work for anything. But as sure as the sun is shining, I know what I want now. I want you Preston," she said sticking her finger in my chest. "I love you Preston, and no one is going to ever take you away from me. You are mine, now and forever. You may be pissed at me, but you'll come around. I was wrong 2 days ago, but today I was right as rain. I was protecting what's mine. You're just lucky I stayed in control."

"Charlotte how was that, staying in control?" I snapped.

"Preston, my first instinct was to beat the shit out of that bitch, but I held back. You just don't even know what she was doing. You didn't see the way she was looking at you. Women can tell these things, and as sure as I'm standing here, that whore didn't care about selling you shit. She just wanted to fuck you. You didn't notice, did you? That she wasn't very shocked by what I said? Right now she thinks she won. She got the sale she came for. And she thinks that you're going to fire me, or put some kind of leash on me. But it ain't gonna happen. If you fire me today, I'll still hurt that bitch if she comes after you next month."

"Charlotte, what business is it of yours if I did go out to lunch with Samantha? You cheated on me so, there is no us," I said.

"I already told you that I made a mistake," she said quietly. "I'm very sorry for what I did." Tears came from nowhere all of a sudden. "Preston, you just don't understand. This is all new to me. I don't know what I can do, and what I can't. But all you need to know is that I love you so much it hurts sometimes. Can we go out to lunch and talk about this. We're yelling so loudly right now that everyone in your precious business knows all of our business."

Twenty minutes later we were staring at each other over a large platter of Fajitas at Chilli's. "Should you be drinking in the middle of the day?" I asked her.

"The way you're staring at me, I can't help it," she said. "God Damn it Preston, no one is here except for us. I know how you feel about me."

"You mean how I felt about you; past tense," I said.

"Preston, I know what you told my father. All that stuff about how much you loved me and wanted to ask him how he felt about us getting married." She said. "That was yesterday. I somehow doubt that you stopped loving me overnight. Speaking of overnight, why didn't you just drop me on your couch last night? You could have kicked me out this morning. But you were worried about me, and you didn't want me in your apartment. I think that you're afraid to be around me because if you spend too much time with me, you'll want me back."

"That's not going to happen," I snorted. "Charlotte I'm kind of old fashioned when it comes to certain things."

"Look Press, I promise you, it won't happen again. Most of the guys I've been with, have never given a damn about me. Most of them just wanted to fuck me and show me off to their friends. A lot of them even wanted me to fuck their friends. They didn't care how many guys I screwed, as long as they got some too. I'm not used to someone caring about me so much that they don't want to share me with anyone else. I mean it's only sex. The other day I was only giving Ray a hand job while I waited for you. Those guys wanted to party but I told them that, I was waiting for you to come home from work." She seemed to be pleading with me to believe her, and I wanted to.

"I knew that I wasn't going to fuck them, even though I didn't know why. But now I do. I had a long talk with my mom, and she explained a few things to me about being faithful, and all of that shit. I want to be faithful to you, and I can, if you give me the chance. But you have to be faithful too. No more lunches with skanky saleswomen, and no secretaries giving you massages, because if I see it, you know I'm going to go off." She was staring directly into my eyes when she said that and I could tell that she meant it.

"So Preston, will you please forgive me?" she asked. "May I please have one more chance? You won't regret it."

I nodded my head, and she smiled at me.

"So we're back together?" she asked. I nodded again. "Well it won't count until you prove yourself." she smirked.

"How do I prove myself?" I asked puzzled.

"Well you could be just saying this so you can get back to your robots and machines," she smirked again. "I won't believe it until you take me back to your place, and spank me, and then fuck me until I can't walk."

Before I could say anything like, "Let's go," or "But we have to go back to work," my iPhone rang. It was Amanda telling me that Sam was in the hospital. He'd had a heart attack on the golf course, and I needed to find Charlotte and come to the hospital as soon as possible.

When Charlotte and I got to the hospital, we asked a nurse at the information desk where we'd find Sam. She directed us to the Cardiac Ward. Once we got there we found Amanda in the waiting room. She looked like she had aged over night. Worry and exhaustion, lined her face.

"Amanda how is he?" I asked. 

"They don't know anything yet," she said quietly, she looked down at her watch, and then back up at me. "We've only been here for about 25 minutes. I called you as soon as we got here. It seems like hours. Thank you for finding Charlotte and bringing her."

"Geez Mom, we were together, when you called," snapped Charlotte. "It's not like he had to go out and search the bars for me."

We all sat down in the hard plastic chairs that filled the waiting room. There was a television on, but none of us even glanced at it. We didn't speak and barely acknowledged each other's presence. I guess we were all lost in our own thoughts. I could tell that Amanda was really afraid, for Sam. I was too. I kept thinking about all of the things he'd taught me, and wondered if he knew how much I appreciated him and the way I felt about him.

Amanda was looking for a source of strength, and I guess I was it. I don't know when she took my hand, but it felt natural. It wasn't one of those things where you barely know someone and you hold their hand to put on a show, but all the while you're feeling odd. It felt like we were family and I hoped that someday we would be.

"Mom, how long do we have to stay here? Can't they just call us when they know something?" snapped Charlotte irritably. She stood up and looked at us, and then exploded. "What the fuck are you doing? How long has this been going on?"

Every eye in the waiting room suddenly turned towards us.

"Charlotte what are you screaming about now?" I asked. "Sit down and lower your voice, you're embarrassing all of us."

"Why the hell are you holding my mother's hand?" she hissed. I couldn't help it I just started laughing. The fury in Charlotte's fiery green eyes softened and tears started falling.

"Come here, Char," I said reaching out to her. She sat down and leaned over to me and I cuddled her and tried to calm her down.

"Charlotte, I love you, and only you, but your Mom and Dad are like family to me. It's only natural for us to try to comfort each other during bad times. Right now you and I are both afraid for your Dad, but it's far worse for your Mom. She needs us right now, can you understand that?" I asked.

"I'm sorry Press, I'm sorry Mom," she said. "But Damn it, when it comes to you, I just act irrationally. I can't help it."

A nurse came in and told us that we could see Sam but only for a few minutes. The doctors on site, had him stabilized but they were waiting for a special Cardio team, who would do the surgery. A doctor standing beside her told us that we were very lucky he had been at the golf club when it happened. They not only had a portable defibrillator there, they had people who knew how to use it. In many cases a heart attack like Sam's cold have been fatal.

As we filed into the room, I was worried. I may as well tell the truth, I was scared. Sam had always seemed larger than life to me. Seeing him lying there, connected to all of those tubes and machines, threw me off. He seemed so small, and so frail. I guess it made me realize that life is precious, and very fleeting. At any moment, any of us could be snatched away. Sam had always been my source of strength. Sure I made a lot of the day to day decisions, but it was always with the understanding that if I ran into anything I couldn't handle, I had only to call him and he'd handle it.

Sam also did all of the corporate stuff. Sure, I'd spoken to the board of directors several times but I never felt comfortable doing that. I especially felt weird, in cases when it wasn't really necessary for me to speak to them. Even after the company had gone public, Sam retained 54 percent of the company's stock. The board was only a formality.

Sam's eyes opened as we approached. "Only a few minutes," said another nurse standing by his bed watching all of the monitors.

Amanda leaned over and affectionately kissed him. Sam's hand moved up, even with all of the tubes connected to it and rested on Amanda's backside.

"Press," he said slowly, as if even speaking put a strain on his damaged heart. I went closer so he wouldn't have to strain any more than he already was.

"I knew you two would work it out," he whispered smiling. "That thing you asked me about, yesterday...you never had to ask. It was what I always wanted too. If I don't make it..." suddenly the monitors began to beep loudly. "Take care of my girls," he hissed. Then he lost consciousness. The nurse abruptly pushed us out of the room and started yelling. I could barely recognize some of the things she said as being English. She screamed about Cardio this, and STAT that, while sticking all kinds of needles in Sam's IV tubes.

We were hustled back into the waiting room. Amanda's soft sobbing was the only sound in the room. I gently stroked her hair and hugged her to me. "Amanda, Sam is strong. He's going to pull through this. It might take a little bit of time, but he will." She looked at me and nodded her head shyly. Amanda had always been a supremely beautiful woman. She had rich silky, long dark hair that you could just get lost in. She had widely spaced beautiful eyes that were full of love and compassion. She was the kind of woman who was superior to types. 

Some men love their women on the taller, thinner side. Others prefer shorter more voluptuous girls. Some liked tiny petite women, and some love BBW's. It didn't really matter what type of woman you liked, everyone liked Amanda. The thing about her that was so special though, was that it wasn't a slutty type of appeal. She was just beautiful and classy. She was kind of like Elizabeth Taylor in her heyday.

She squeezed my hand and nodded at me and tried to smile. After a half hour, that seemed like three days, another doctor came out and introduced him self to us. I couldn't remember his name but he was supposedly a very famous cardiac surgeon. He explained a lot of things to us. Basically the prognosis wasn't very good. Sam's condition, was far too weak for them to to operate on. They had put him into a medically induced coma while they pumped him full of a cocktail of drugs to lessen the damage to his heart and to stabilize him. Their hope was that over the next few days, he'd gain enough strength that they could then go in and do the surgery.

He also told us that we served no purpose haunting the visitors lounge and should go home. If anything happened no matter how minor, they'd call us immediately.

"Told ya," said Charlotte.

Amanda's eyes rolled at her daughter's words. She gripped my hand with a strength I hadn't suspected she had. I just smiled at her in return.

I drove them home, with Amanda in the passenger seat next to me, and Charlotte squeezed into the Mustang's tiny rear seat. Charlotte whined the whole way.

"I love these cars," said Amanda. "They remind me of back when I was younger."

"Mom have you ever even been in a car like this?" snapped Charlotte. "And why do you get to sit up front. Whether you know it or not that's my seat. I should be sitting next to Preston. He's my boyfriend, for now."




Hostile Takeover Ch. 01



"Charlotte, your father had a Mustang when he and I got together. That's what I meant about loving these cars. I think I was more upset than he was when we had to get rid of it," said Amanda.

I slapped my hand over my chest, as if I was in pain, and then realized that my joke was kind of insensitive considering the situation we were in. "What possible reason would anyone have, for getting rid of a Mustang," I asked in mock shock.

Amanda smiled and looked at me. "That's exactly the way Sam looked, when he found out he had to give it up," she said. "But I gave him a very good reason, and I always told him that someday we'd replace it. We just never got around to it."

"What was the reason," I asked. I guess I wanted more to keep the conversation light and keep it going on, than really needing to know the reason. I really wanted to give Amanda something else to think about other than her husband lying in a hospital bed fighting for his life.

"Who cares," hissed Charlotte. "It doesn't matter. Daddy gave up his car four hundred years ago yada yada yada."

"I'd say you matter, to both your father and me very much. And to Preston as well wouldn't you," said Amanda. "And it did matter. Men become very attached to certain things, like certain kinds of cars. Your father loved his very much, but when you came along we didn't have the money for two cars, and the back seats were even smaller back then."

"Preston, when are we getting married?" asked Charlotte changing the subject. "Can I start planning the wedding now, or do I have to give you time to get a ring and actually ask me. If you want me to, I can go on the internet and find the engagement ring I want, to save you some embarrassment, or I could just go with you when you shop for it."

Amanda and I just looked at each other. "Preston, you do know that I don't want a diamond, don't you?" droned Charlotte. "Everyone gets diamonds. My ring has to stand out. It also has to fit my looks and my personality. Remember when you told me about how beautiful my eyes are? That's why I want a big assed Emerald instead of a diamond. If you want, you can surround the Emerald with a bunch of diamonds, but that's what I want."

Over the next few days, Sam clung to life with a tenacity that astounded everyone. I visited and sat with him every day. Even though he wasn't conscious, I could tell that he somehow knew I was there. Often Amanda was there and we sat together and watched the steady rising and falling of his chest. We both also leapt up at every change in the rhythm of the machines that monitored his status. 

We also talked a lot to help the time pass while the man we both loved recovered. I found out a lot of things that I'd never thought to ask. Sam was 68 years old, Amanda had just turned 50. They'd been married for 32 years. That old Billy-goat had robbed the cradle. He'd just snatched her from the loving arms of her parents.

"That explains it," I said laughing.

"That explains what?" she asked. It was good seeing her smile come back even if it was only temporary.

"That explains why you're so hot," I said.

"I am not," she said.

"Are too," I replied. She pursed her mouth into an almost unreadable expression but ended up smiling.

"Preston, how can I, be hot? You're 27 years old. I'm nearly twice your age. I'm going to be your mother very soon," she said. I could tell by the way she was turning red that she was very flattered.

"Even if you did think that, it's not a good thing to say it," she whispered.

"Why not?" I whispered right back.

"Uhm, what if someone heard you?" she said.

"They'd probably agree with me," I smirked.

"I don't think Charlotte would," she said. "My daughter has a lot of issues. That's why Sam and I are so glad that she has you. We had often wondered what would happen to her when we're gone, and now we don't have to worry."

"Why would Charlotte be jealous of her own mother?" I asked. 

"Charlotte has a very strong personality," Amanda said. "She loves me, but not nearly as much as she loves her Dad. He was her entire world until you came along. She always saw me as a rival for his affection. But now that she has you, she has her own man, and she wouldn't like hearing that you found someone else attractive. I'm not exactly sure what she would do. But it wouldn't be pretty."

I whistled and shook my head. "I guess not," I said.

"I'm sure you heard about her exploits or some of them. What most people don't know is that Charlotte isn't really a slut. She just uses what she has to get what she wants. In most cases, what she wants is her daddy's attention," said Amanda.

"Think about it, even the thing she did, the summer she turned 21, with the salesman who quit. That was Charlotte's way of letting Sam know that she was a full grown woman, and could take a much older man away from his wife and kids. She didn't even think about how badly she devastated the poor man. She just teased him until he gave in, and then humiliated him by following him around until he cracked and quit. Sam never would have fired him, but I guess Anson just couldn't take it anymore."

"And Charlotte?" said Amanda, shaking her head. "She never gave it a moment's thought later on. The only thing that bothered her was the fact that she needed a new car. She didn't even consider that she had caused a man to break his marriage vows and possibly destroyed his family. She also never considered that she had ruined a $60,000 automobile out of negligence. She just wanted another car to go out and hang out with her friends in."

Usually I'd go and visit Sam in the mornings before work. When Amanda got there we'd talk for a while and I'd go to the plant. I'd often bring her lunch and sit with her again. And finally when she went home in the evenings, I'd sit with Sam until visiting hours ended. The evening hours were my time to talk to Sam about the business and other things. Even though he wasn't conscious, I talked to him anyway.

News of Sam's condition had travelled beyond the hospital and plant, and a meeting of the board had been called to discuss it. The meeting was set for Monday morning at 9:00 a.m. and I was asked to be there.

I remember when I told Amanda about it. I was very worried and she just smiled and told me it was a non issue. Things would go on as they always had, and I shouldn't worry about it. She asked me to have Charlotte give her a call, since there were some things they needed to discuss. Neither of us mentioned that Charlotte hadn't been to see her father since the first day.

While visiting Sam at the hospital I'd met a patient named Annalise Carson. She was there being treated for a kidney disorder. She was remarkable. She was often in a lot of pain but she had the same type of glow and compassion that Amanda has. She had to be at the hospital three days a week for dialysis treatments and was on the list for a kidney transplant. I typically went in and spent a few moments with her if I saw her. And she came and sat with me at Sam's bedside a few times too. She was probably one of the kindest people I ever met. She always had something pleasant to say, no matter how bad her pain was. 

Annalise was beautiful, but not in the same way Charlotte or Amanda was. It was just different. Charlotte was a hot young woman in the prime of her life. She oozed vitality and fun. She was flashy, perhaps a bit trashy even, but no man would ever turn her down. She had relatively large boobs for her frame but they didn't move, because they were implants. Her hair was a bright red and her eyes were a fiery green. Everything about her was tight and in your face. 

Annalise on the other hand, was far more understated. Her hair was very long and full. It was a very warm Chestnut brown. Her eyes were brown as well. Her features, though beautiful, didn't stand out at all. She didn't have a megawatt smile, like Charlotte's. But you felt warmth and a glow from her that was beyond youth and vitality. If Charlotte was the girl that everyone wanted to fuck, and tell their friends they'd had her, then Anna was the girl they all wanted to marry and have kids with.

Amanda on the other hand was grace, and class personified. She had a little bit more meat on her bones than the other two, but it was well shaped meat. She was nowhere near fat or even chunky. She was just older and more substantial. Her breasts were larger than both her daughter's or Anna's and they fit her frame well. But you'd never see them because she has far too much class to ever dress in a way that displayed them. Her ass is very nicely shaped, but very few ever think to look because she always wears jackets. Amanda is very sneaky in that respect. I didn't realize how well she was put together, until I'd gone swimming with Charlotte at their family pool. Let's just say that I spent most of my time looking at Amanda even when Charlotte was there. Amanda in a one piece swimsuit made Charlotte's bikini look tame. I think part of it was the way her body moved. Her breasts seemed to jiggle under the suit, and it sent a very primal message directly to my gonads. Her ass swayed gently with each step, and I found it mesmerizing.

Amanda's hair is inky black and very silky. It falls about halfway down her back and is cut straight across her forehead. Her eyes are the same shade of green as Charlotte's but with less intensity. Of the three, If Charlotte is the one you want to fuck, and Annalise is the one you want to marry, then Amanda is the one, you dream of.

The Friday morning before the board meeting, Sam finally gave up the battle for his life. While Amanda and I sat talking, with her holding his hand as he often did, he squeezed her hand one last time and then slipped away. It was as if the squeeze on the hand was his way of thanking her for a lifetime of love, and also to tell her everything else he had to say. The only way we knew he was gone was the cacophony of alarms and warning sounds when he passed. The room filled with medical technicians and doctors but we all knew that the fight was over and we'd lost.

I took Amanda in my arms and we both cried. We needed to just let go of all of the feelings we'd been holding in. We didn't cry for very long because we both knew that Sam wasn't big on weakness, and there were things that had to be done. Annalise came in and hugged us both and offered to help us make any arrangements that were necessary. She had met Amanda once before and offered her condolences. While we were talking my iPhone rang. I answered it, Charlotte was calling to tell me that there was an emergency at the plant and I needed to call Charlie immediately and get my ass over there. I put the phone on speaker, and started talking. I guess that I was thinking that if there was an emergency at the plant Amanda should know about it because she was the owner now.

"Charlotte, I'll call Charlie," I said. "But I won't be able to come for a while. I need to drive your mother home."

"My mom does know how to drive a fucking car, Preston. I wish you'd stop trying to suck up to her. You aren't her fucking butler, you know," snapped Charlotte. "You aren't even her God Damned son yet. I'm the one you should be sucking up to. I'm here at this noisy place all alone, checking on all of this boring crap for you. I'm trying to show you that I can be serious, so get your ass in here. Besides I'm on the internet and I found out where we're going on our honeymoon."

"Charlotte, your father died a few minutes ago, I'll talk to you later," I said, and hung up the phone. 

I called Charlie and asked him what the problem at the plant was. It was minor, but I had to handle. It was the main controller for all of the robots on the B line. They'd upgraded the firmware, which necessitated shutting all of the power off to reboot the system. When the system was rebooted everything went back to its default operating state. We'd changed several offsets in the robotic controller's coordinate system. They needed to be redone so they'd work with our machines. It would take me about an hour to do it.

"Charlie, Talk to all of the managers. Tell them that Sam has passed. Give everyone the rest of the day off, with pay. Amanda wants to have the funeral on Monday at 1 p.m. That way we can take care of the board meeting and find out who's going to be in charge and all of that. Give everyone Monday off too. Tell them to call the switchboard, and we'll post the funeral arrangements there for those who'd like to attend.

Annalise was a life saver. She stayed with Amanda and helped her take care of all of the Funeral details, while I handled other things, like contacting the insurance companies and making other arrangements. On Saturday Anna even showed up at the funeral parlor to sit with Amanda and I, while final preparations were handled before the viewing Saturday evening.

Monday morning was the worst for me. I was nervous about the funeral, but even more nervous about the board meeting. I'd tried to get the board meeting pushed back to another date, but no one would listen to me. Obviously the board was trying to exert some type of control. When I told Amanda about it she laughed, and said that we needed to have a talk when all of this was over. She told me to go ahead and have the meeting to get it out of the way, but to please be on time for the funeral because she needed me to be there to give her strength. 

At exactly 9:00 I walked into the conference room. There were a lot of older men wandering around. Some were talking on cell phones others were drinking coffee. When I walked in they all got quiet. One of the men called the meeting to order. He asked if there was any new business, and immediately Alan Ellington, stepped up and proposed that we begin the search for a new COO. "With the untimely demise of our founder, we cannot afford to let operations cease or become static," he said. "We need strong experienced leadership at the helm."

The older man who had called the meeting to order reminded him that I had pretty much been in charge of the plant for over a year. He also told them that during that year we had modernized operations and become even more profitable. He also said that he was a personal friend of Sam's and was sure that Sam had intended to put me in charge anyway. He saw no need to fix something that wasn't broken. About half of the men there agreed with him about giving me a chance. Slightly more seemed to think that I was too young for the job. They decided to vote on it.

A small man wearing glasses and a cheap suit stood up and walked to the head of the table. He took the gavel from the chairman and banged it loudly.

"Gentlemen, excuse me," he said. "I need to stop you before you make an illegal action, or at least an un-necessary one. My name is Hiram Berkowitcz. Many of you know that I am the attorney for the late Samuel Stevenson and his wife. In keeping with Sam's wishes the reading of his will, is to occur this evening after his funeral. To keep us all from having to do this meeting twice, I feel that I must reveal several important facts before you initiate a worthless vote. "

"Mr. Stevenson amended his will last year. It is already filed and witnessed by a friend of his who is a municipal court judge. In his will he left instructions for how to distribute his stock. If you remember Mr. Stevenson wanted his wife and daughter to be taken care of for life. He left his wife twenty percent of the company's stock. He left his daughter another 17 percent of the company's stock. His original intention was to sell the remaining 17 percent publicly. He changed his mind last year and gave the remaining 17 percent of the stock to Preston Collins." I was floored. I couldn't believe that Sam had given me a piece of the company.

"Until the reading of the will this evening, Mrs. Stevenson will control all of Mr. Stevenson's stock. She votes to allow Mr. Collins to operate the company as he sees fit. Furthermore it is her wish that Mr. Collins will vote for her portion of the stock at future board meetings for the foreseeable future. Mr. Collins is also in the process of marrying Mr. Stevenson's daughter, which according to Mr. Stevenson's will gives him voting control over her stock as well. Are there any questions?" The room was as silent as a tomb.

"You guys can still vote if you want to," he said. "It just won't matter. All righty then, have a nice day." He packed his briefcase and left the room leaving me staring at a lot of old men. Some of them looked on approvingly. Others looked as if they wanted to kill me.

Sam's funeral was supposed to be a very stately event. The service was performed at a very large church that he'd made several very large donations to over the years yet had never attended. We drove to the cemetery for the burial in a fleet of silver Lincoln MKZs. Everything was very classy and understated, with the exception of Charlotte's crying and attempting to throw her self into the open grave when the casket was lowered into it. She nearly had to be sedated. Annalise and I, were there to support Amanda, who despite her pain conducted herself as usual with class and dignity.

In the days that followed, I got all kinds of offers from board members who wanted to be my mentor, or advisor. They were especially helpful when it came to questions about raises or perks for board members. I talked everything over with Amanda, and she agreed that we should stay with Sam's original guidelines. One third of all profits got reinvested in the company to keep our equipment on the cutting edge. One third was saved for future downturns or unforeseen problems and the remaining third went to dividends and profit sharing bonuses for the employees.

My wedding was a huge event. We had to limit the guest list for the ceremony and allow the rest to come to the reception. After a two week cruise through several Polynesian Islands, Charlotte and I came home to settle into Domestic bliss. 

Neither, Amanda or Charlotte seemed to care about the day to day operation of the company. I did keep Amanda updated of course, but Charlotte just didn't want to know. "You can handle it, honey," she always said. After our honeymoon Charlotte basically quit coming to work. She preferred to spend her time shopping, lounging and other important things. I was not complaining though because she often met me at the door, stark naked and ready for sex. More than once I'd come home exhausted to have her fire me up with one of her sloppy blow jobs. Just the sound she made slurping on my dick like it was a Popsicle, gave me more than enough energy for a few hours of non stop sex. 

She was very inventive too. Like her fruit salad idea. She called me at work one day and told me that she was worried about my diet. She wanted me to eat more fruit, so we were having fruit salad for desert. When I got into the house she called me from upstairs. "I want you to eat this whole fucking salad she screamed. When I got to our room I noticed that Charlotte was naked and had fruit covering her body except for her head arms and legs. "Start from my neck and eat your way to the cherry" she said. I looked around and didn't see a cherry but I went for it. The cantaloupes covering her breasts were great. The line of grapes and watermelon chunks on her torso were delicious. The slices of strawberry she'd carefully placed over her bald pussy were delectable. "Charlotte, where's the cherry?" I asked.

"Inside me," she laughed. 

"That was gone, long before we met, Charlotte," I deadpanned.

"I got another one," she replied stretching her inner labia apart. "You have to get this one out using only your tongue." 

I gave it my best effort, but I came up short. Other parts of me were coming up long and hard. Finally Charlotte took mercy on me and spread her legs and pumped her hips. The cherry flew out of her and I caught it.




Hostile Takeover Ch. 01



"It feels kind of empty in there now," she said sadly. "Do you have anything you can fill it up with?"

Amanda did ask me to do one thing with the business, early in my marriage to Charlotte. She wanted me to interview Annalise for a job. I did, and we found a position for her. We scheduled her hours so her time in Dialysis wouldn't be a factor and neither would the hours she'd need to recover from the exhausting treatments.

I saw Anna often at work, and she was still the bright and cheerful person I'd come to know at the hospital. After a while she ended up moving into my outer office with Myrna and the two of them got along well. Charlotte never realized that Anna was working with us for a long time. I'm not even sure that she was aware that I knew Anna, since she always referred to her as my Mom's girlfriend.

Nothing lasts forever though and my life had to come back to Earth sometime. After a while Charlotte started to come home later than I did. Then it got worse and she started coming home with liquor on her breath. When I asked her about it, we had our first big argument. She stormed out of the house and didn't come home until early the next morning. She crawled into bed and tried to cuddle up with me. I rolled away from her and went into another bedroom. She finished up her night crying and sobbing.

When I woke up and got ready for work the next morning, she was very apologetic, and wanted to make up. "Charlotte next time you go out and stay out all night, don't bother coming home," I told her. Then I left.

I had lunch with Amanda that morning. I made it a point to have lunch with her at least twice a week and enjoyed it immensely. This time there was something going on, I saw it as soon as she sat down. She looked at me and said, "I take it that you know?" 

"I'm surprised that you know," I said. "Don't worry it's just a silly argument, it's not that serious."

"Press, what do you think we're talking about?" she asked.

"Charlotte and I had a tiff yesterday and she went out and got drunk and didn't come home until almost three in the morning," I said.

"Preston, Charlotte spent all of the income from her stock for the entire fiscal year and is trying to borrow more money against the stock. If the silly bitch blows through the loan money and can't make the payments she could possibly lose her stock. That would open up the possibility that someone else might be able to purchase her stock and we could lose control of the company in a hostile takeover," said Amanda.

"Amanda, that's not possible," I said. "I pay our mortgage and most of the bills. I pretty much just use my salary, I've never had to touch my dividend income, so why would she need to blow through hers."

"We need to talk to her," said Amanda. "The thing I'm the most curious about though is what the hell she could spend so much money on and have nothing to show for it."

"I'll ask her," I said quietly.

Things between Charlotte and me went further downhill. It got to the point where she was always ready to start an argument. 

"You don't love me anymore," she screamed. It was only 4 in the afternoon and she was already drunk. I knew that I needed to get her some help. I decided to bring the subject up to Amanda at our lunch the next day. That lunch was the beginning of the end. Amanda again trumped my news with information of her own. 

"Preston, you owe me 150,000 dollars," said Amanda sitting down.

"Okay, I'll write you a check," I said smiling.

"Aren't you going to ask me what it's for?" she asked.

"I just figured you were charging me for having lunch with me," I said. "It's definitely worth it."

Amanda just smiled back at me for a second and then shook her head. "Your silly wife sold some of her stock yesterday, and I bought it back in your name," said Amanda. "The other news I have isn't as good, and is going to hurt you badly."

She placed a large envelope on the table in front of me. "Here's where her money is going."

I looked inside the envelope and a report and several pictures fell out. "I didn't do this," said Amanda. "Ever since she had that fling with the salesman, Sam had Charlotte under surveillance. I just never stopped it. Every week I got a report on her actions and whereabouts. When the money started disappearing, I started reading the reports."

It was the same guy, I'd busted in the mouth the last time, and his friends. Charlotte had apparently bought him and his friends, lots of expensive toys, including cars, boats and bikes. She was also paying for the condo he lived in. The report also included pictures of my wife having sex with him and others. 

I packed everything back into the envelope, and looked at Amanda. "What are you going to do Preston?" she asked. "I see two avenues of interest for us here, the personal aspect, and the business side. On the business side, I love my daughter but I will not allow her to put the company my husband started, and poured his life's blood into, at risk for some kind of takeover. On the personal side I just don't see how she could do this to you. She obviously needs help."

"You take the business side, I'll handle the personal side," I said. She nodded and we left. 

I took the report with me. I called Pete Standish, our head of security. I had him send me three of our biggest, ugliest security guards. I had them meet me at Charlotte's lover's condo. I sent Pete himself on a different errand. I knocked on the door loudly and waited for lover boy to open it. He opened the door a crack, but had the security chain in place. As the door opened, I kicked the door so hard that it snapped the cheap chain and the door slammed into his face opening a deep cut.

"You obviously didn't learn last time asshole," I screamed at him. He looked at me as if he didn't recognize me. He was drunk or high on something already.

"Why'd you hit me," he asked drunkenly. It took all of the venom out of me. This guy was pathetic. Pounding the piss out of him, not only wouldn't make me feel any better, but it would just be a waste of time. Another guy came from the back room. He took one look at me and tried to bail. He ran out the back door. I looked around at the squalor of the place. There were beer cans and liquor bottles all over the condo. The whole place smelled like piss and bad weed. There was a 60 inch plasma TV with a beer bottle sticking out of the screen. I turned when I heard a female voice screaming "Keep it quiet out there, or you're not getting any." 

I opened the door and almost vomited as I watched the last of the three plunging his dick to the hilt, in Charlotte's ass. Charlotte just seemed to be letting him do it. She wasn't fucking him back. She was just not stopping him. Neither of them even reacted as I walked into the room. I don't think he cared, and she was so drunk she didn't recognize me. I pulled out my iPhone and recorded a few seconds of video. 

"You can go next," Charlotte slurred. "But you got fuck my shitter, only my shitter. I promised my husband he's the only one who gets any pussy from me. I don't know why I keep my promise. He doesn't keep his. He promised to love, honor and obey me, and the only thing he cares about is that stupid fucking company. It killed my dad, and now it's taking my Press away from me. That fucking company and my stick up her ass Mom, are ruining my fucking life." I pulled the guy off of Charlotte and noticed the popping sound it made as his dick came free. I guess I should have felt something but I was just numb.

I had the security men take him out with the first guy, Ray. Pete showed up at about that time with Ray's wife. Charlotte had simply fallen asleep on the bed. I let Pete handle the wives and the explanations. He took them outside and closed the door behind them. All three guys realized once they sobered up that the gravy train was over. Besides their own divorces, I named them all in mine. I pulled up a chair and waited for Charlotte to awaken. 

It took more than three hours for her to wake up. The daylight was fading and she sat up and started to try and cover her breasts. There was a line of dried cum leading from her ass to one knee. She looked around for her clothes and noticed me. 

"Frank?" she asked.

"Whichever one of them that Frank was, he's sleeping it off somewhere," I said quietly. "All three of them will probably be able to come back here and visit you later. They're all going to be divorced very soon."

"Oh God, no, Preston, it's not what it looks like," she said. "I was drunk and they forced me. You have to believe me. They had some pictures and they said they were going to show them to you if I didn't. They said you'd never forgive me again."

"Charlotte save it," I said. "I was here long enough to hear you screaming that whoever was making all of that noise wasn't going to get any. I was also here long enough to see you letting one of them fuck you in the ass. You didn't even care when I came into the room. You just thought I was another guy, it didn't even matter who. You just told me I could go next, and that I couldn't fuck your pussy, only your ass."

Charlotte started crying then.

"Charlotte, you can let them have all of the pussy they want from now on. I don't care anymore." I told her.

"Press, I'll go straight home and wash all this off of me. I'll get so clean that you won't even know that I was ever here. From now on I'll be a prisoner. I won't ever leave the house. You can post a guard outside our house, to make sure." She whined. "I love you Press. I was just angry. Please just give me one more chance, for my father's sake. You know he wanted us to be together."

"Charlotte don't come back to the house, this is your home now. I'd suggest that you get someone to clean it up though."

Then I motioned for the men from the rehab clinic that I had signed Charlotte into came in and took her. 

The next morning when I went in to work, I was depressed. I checked the floor to make sure everything was running as it should be, then I went into the office. Myra and Annalise were talking very animatedly about something, when I walked in. They both smiled at me when I looked at them.

"What's wrong?" Myra asked her soft, yet insistent, tone showed her concern. "What did that bitch do to you now?"

"Myra Charlotte doesn't cause all of the problems in my life," I told her.

"Press, whenever you're this down, it usually involves her," she said sadly. "But you're right. Perhaps I spoke too soon. I was just angry because you're like family to me and I don't want to see you hurt. So what's wrong?" I noticed that Annalise was definitely paying attention as well.

"Well you may as well know," I said. "It's probably going to be public knowledge soon anyway."

"What's going on, Preston?" asked Annalise.

"Charlotte has been screwing around on me again," I said. "She got mixed up with those same guys I caught her with before we got engaged. They're all older than us and have wives and kids. She's so messed up on alcohol and drugs that she blew through all of her money and was beginning to sell off her stock to pay her debts. She's apparently been fucking all three of them and probably more guys as well. For now we've got her in a rehab program. I won't know the full extent of what she's done until she sobers up."

"My God," said Annalise. "Is Amanda Okay? This must be devastating for her, as well as for you. You have to do whatever you can to get Charlotte well."

"Fuck her!" snapped Myra. "Press, I've hated that bitch since Jump Street. From the first time she walked into this office, and didn't know how to use the intercom, she's been nothing but trouble. This is the first time I've let you know what I've felt about her because I know that you love that silly cow, but she isn't any good for you."

"Do you remember when you caught her in that bar with those guys? After a few days you took her back, and I thought that you were nuts. Once a cheater always a cheater, if you take them back, they always cheat again. The only difference is that they learn how to cover it up better. The first time she was so brazen about it that she was doing it in public, this time she covered it up so it took you longer to find out. If you take her back again, she'll cheat again. It's time for you to cut your losses and kick that bitch to the curb. There are plenty of available young women out there who are better for you."

"Press, remember her first tirade here in the office. I was giving you a shoulder massage and she went postal. You explained to her that I was married and had kids. Do you remember what she said? She said something like "So what?" Obviously no form of commitment means anything to her, so she assumed that my marriage means nothing to me. Your marriage probably doesn't mean anything to her. You need someone better. Forget about that woman and get over her before it's too late and you get hurt worse." Myra was so upset that she just stormed into my office and closed the door.

"Good Morning Anna," I said cheerfully to Annalise. "What were you two so happy about, before I wrecked things?"

"Preston, you didn't wreck anything," she smiled. Anna was the only person I could think of who didn't call me Press. Her voice was always so cheerful, and she always had that little smile. She was also always concerned with how everyone else was feeling even though I could tell sometimes that her kidneys gave her a lot of pain and discomfort. I loved the way she said my name. It was so clipped and perfect sounding. Press...Ton, almost as if it was two words. 

"Myra and I had finally figured out how things need to work around here. She's going to handle all of the office and business side of things for you. I'm going to handle all of the technical and manufacturing side of things. That way we'll be more efficient and not step on each other's toes." she said. 

"So I'm going to be following you around more now," she said happily.

"Anna you don't have to worry about Amanda," I said. "She was the one who gave me the heads up about Charlotte. Although I don't think she knows the extent of it. I'm having lunch with her today, if you'd like to come."

"I would love to," she said. 

I called Amanda, and told her that Anna would be going to lunch with us. I told her my end of how things had gone the previous day with Charlotte. She laughed, which I thought was odd.

"What's funny Amanda?" I asked her. 

"Press this makes things easier for us," she said. "Yesterday I found out that my idiot daughter has made a deal to sell off some more of her stock. If you've put her into rehab that gives you, as her husband, her power of attorney while she's committed, so you can block the sale. I don't want to get into a bidding war for control of the company, because Charlotte can't get her head out of her ass. I've also been able to determine that someone on the board had been trying to buy Charlotte's shares. The stock I bought in your name the other day was supposed to go to him. I don't know who it is, but I' trying to find out." She seemed relieved that Charlotte was in rehab. 

"Preston, how are you feeling today?" she asked. "Finding out what she's been doing and actually seeing what you saw must be devastating for you. I hope you're okay."

"I've been through this before with her, if you remember," I said. "It still hurts like hell but this time, it's over. I'm looking for a divorce lawyer as we speak."

"Preston," said Amanda slowly and quietly. "I know that you're hurt. But you can't do that. I know that you just want to be done with her and I can't blame you for it, but you just can't do that right now."

"Amanda, I know you're her mother and you want me to forgive her, but she tore my heart out, twice. I can't let her do that to me a third time." Tough guy or not I was almost in tears.

"Preston, I'll have this figured out before I see you at lunch. But you can't divorce her yet. This isn't me siding with Charlotte because I'm her mother. This is about me siding with my Husband's company. If you remember the terms of the will, you have voting control over Charlotte's stock, but only for as long as you're married to her. If you divorce her, as fragile as her mental state and finances are, we could lose control of the company. Even with the stock we recently bought from Charlotte you and I together, do not have a majority of the stock. We need to work out a way to either buy her out entirely, or gain at least permanent control over her stock."

"God I wish my husband hadn't loved his daughter so much," she said. "Preston I'll see you and Anna at lunch."

The rest of the morning my head spun. I had to keep forcing myself to answer Anna's questions about the machines and the types of reports I needed to assure the smooth flow of information across our operations. On the other hand I constantly found myself wondering where I'd gone wrong. Why wasn't I enough for Charlotte? We'd been married for less than a year and she had already cheated on me. The sight of that guy fucking Charlotte's ass was permanently etched on the inside of my retinas. I could still see it, and still hear that obscene popping sound it made when he disconnected from her. The worst part was seeing my beautiful wife, with all of that red hair just bent over and slurring to me that I could fuck her ass next. She didn't even realize who I was, so basically anyone could have just come in and fucked her and she wouldn't have cared. As long as they stayed away from her pussy, anyone could fuck her. Charlotte could easily have given me a disease. I needed to get away from her for my own sanity.

I was roused from my thoughts again. This time it wasn't Anna, it was my iPhone. I had a call from the clinic that Charlotte was checked into. 

"Mr. Collins, I'm Dr. Thomas from the clinic where your wife is being treated for her alcohol and drug problems. She awoke this morning and is fairly lucid. She would like to speak to you. Is it possible for you to come and visit her today?" he said.

The last thing I wanted to do was to look at Charlotte today. "Dr. Thomas, I was told that I wouldn't be able to speak to Charlotte while she was being treated," I told him. "It was something about how the person with the addiction needed to develop the ability to stand on their own two feet, and deal with their issues during the first part of the treatment. After making it through that stage they would then regain contact with their loved ones and try to deal with their family and personal issues that either caused or resulted from their addictions."

"That is the way we normally do things," he said. "But she was only brought in yesterday, so we didn't think that speaking to you before she began treatment would hurt anything. In fact it might help. Let me level with you. Your wife has a very strong personality. She is adamant about speaking to you before she will do anything. She believes that it is your intention to divorce her. I believe that if she has no reassurances from you that she has at least a chance of repairing your marriage, that the treatment will be unsuccessful, and she'll leave. You are aware that, now that she's conscious, she has the right to sign herself out if she so desires?"

"Doctor, tell Charlotte that I'll be over to see her, right after lunch," I said. Then I hung up.

The lunch with Amanda and Annalise, was wonderful. Amanda and I refrained from discussing the company and kept the conversation light and fun. The only time any hint of sadness intruded was when we talked about Sam. I found myself looking at Anna in a different light. She really was a very special woman. I wish that I had met her before I met Charlotte. My life could have been very different. 

After lunch, I drove Anna back to the plant. Then I went over to the clinic for my meeting with Charlotte.




Hostile Takeover Ch. 01



The Swain family were an extremely rich and powerful family whose wealth and power had come from a fruit factory which had been in their family for generations.

Kevin Swain was the current chairman of the fruit factory. He was the fifth in a long line of business canny Swain men to be the chairman of Swain's Wood. 

He lived in a small village called Porton with his wife Debra and their only daughter Kimberley. They lived in a huge country house. The house had seven bedrooms, five reception rooms, walled gardens, a swimming pool, a tennis court, two staple yards and woodlands.

His daughter Kimberley was eighteen years old and was stunningly beautiful. Her hair was dirty blonde, long and wavy. She had almond shaped, hazel coloured eyes, the most gorgeous full lips that you had ever seen and when she smiled a pair of sexy dimples appeared in her cheeks.

Kimberley was five feet nine inches tall, her long legs were tanned and athletic. Her stomach was slim and nicely toned. Her bra size was thirty two d. 

Kimberley was privately schooled and always tried really hard to make her parents proud, which she when she recieved her G.C.S.E. results which were straight A's. With such good grades Kimberley had the choice of whichever university she wanted. She opted not to go to university and instead go work for her Father at Swain's Fruit.

Her Dad insisted that she would have to learn the trade and work her way up the company ladder, which she did. Kimberley was now a sales excutive. Kevin had always hoped that his cherished daughter would one day takeover from him as head of the company and become the first chairwoman of the factory.

Kimberley was a Daddy's girl which wasn't really a surprise as Kevin had always given her everything that she had ever wanted.

The thing that Kimberley loved the most was the power that she had, with Porton being such a small village she and her family were treated like royalty, the employees at the factory were to scared of her Father to look at her let alone speak to her, but most of all Kimberley loved the power that she had over men. Kimberley knew that she was an attractive girl and would love nothing than to cock tease men, knowing that most men would give anything to fuck her.

Despite her beauty Kimberley had only ever slept with one lucky lad, her current boyfriend Teddy. She had let a couple of her ex boyfriends grope her but she was never ready to lose her virginity until she met Teddy and she made him wait four months before she slept with him.

In recent times with the recession hitting everybody hard there had been a few redundancies at Swain's Fruit, nothing major just a handful of workers. As always this was enough to get everyone gossiping that the company must be struggling. Kimberley had often heard these rumours and would often ask her Father, who would always assure her that the factory wasn't struggling at all. Kimberley as always believed her beloved Father.

Just recently though Kimberley had noticed that her Father had been doing more hours than usual and had become very snappy, even with her which was very strange as he never yelled at her.

Kimberley decided to confront her Father about what was wrong with him. With everyone else from the factory gone home Kimberley decided now would be the best time to ask her Father what was wrong. As she entered his large office she saw that he had his head in his hands.

"What's wrong Dad?" She asked.

"Nothing princess." He replied as he took his head out of his hands.

"Come on Dad, I'm not stupid I know something isn't right. Just tell me it can't possibly be that bad." Said Kimberley.

"Okay take a seat and I'll explain everything." He instructed.

Kimberley walked over to his desk and sat opposite her Father.

"It's like this Kimberley we've been made a generous offer from Maccy Fresh Fruits to merge the two companies together and I think as a company it would be best to accept the offer." He explained.

Kimberley was very shocked at her Father's revelation, she really wasn't expecting anything like this.

"But Dad you always said that you would never merge or sell the company. You promised Granddad that you wouldn't." Kimberley said. 

"I know sweetheart but times have moved on." He began to explain before Kimberley interupted him.

"Are we losing money?"

"Kimberley please let me finish. No we are not losing money but we are in a recession and you never know what's around the corner. By joining up with Maccy Fresh Fruits it would make us a super power and there for giving us much better financial security if things get any worse." He told her.

"Well if you're sure that it's for the best. I know you wouldn't do anything that wouldn't be best for us." Said Kimberley.

As soon as Kimberley left his office Kevin picked up his phone and made a call.

"Hello Nigel it's Kevin Swain. I've decided to accept your generous offer." He said.

"Well Kevin I decided to drop my offer by twenty five million." Explained Nigel.

"B..but you can't do that." Stuttered Kevin.

Kevin heard Nigel let out a large laugh over the other end of the phone.

"I really can. I know that you're desperate for the money as you have driven your company into the ground. Everybody knows that you've been operating at a loss for years." Nigel said.

Kevin knew that everything that Nigel was saying was completely true, he didn't have any choice but to sell to his long term rival. He had been borrowing money from the banks for the last couple of years and now they where refusing to lend him anymore cash.

"Okay I accept." Kevin said with tears in his eyes.

"Good me and my solicitor will be at your office tomorrow morning." Said Nigel before he hung up the phone abruptly.

Kevin couldn't believe that he had ruined what four generations before him had worked so hard to build up. He was heartbroken he had no idea how he was going to tell his Father what he had done. His Father was so proud of the factory and what the Swain family had achieved with it, Kevin knew that when he told him he would be incredibly disappointed.

That night Kevin didn't get any sleep what so ever, how had he let his finances get so bad, he wondered all night as he tossed and turned.

The following morning he was sat at the kitchen table fiddling about with his breakfast. Kimberley came into the kitchen and gave her Dad a kiss on the cheek like she did every morning.

"Are you okay Dad? You don't look so good." She asked.

Kimberley was correct he did look awful, normally he looked a picture of health but his restless night last night had given him big dark circles under his eyes. His usually shaven face had three days of dark stubble growing on it.

"I'm fine princess just thinking about the merger that's all." He replied.

"Well if you're sure." Said Kimberley as she left the house and headed off to work.

At ten o'clock Kimberley noticed a couple of men she had never seen before enter her Dad's office. She knew immediately that they must be here for the merger.

All of her co workers were asking who the men were but Kimberley just denied knowing anything about them, she knew that her Dad would want everybody to hear it from him.

When Kimberley saw the men leave she headed directly for her Dad's office and entered.

"I saw those men, were they here for the merger?" She asked.

"Yeah they were. I'll make an annoucement about it later. Could you leave please princess, I've got a stack load of paper work to do for this merger." Asked Kevin who sounded pretty fed up.

Kimberley knew that there was more to this merger than her Dad was letting on, she could tell by his body language he just wasn't his usual self.

At four o'clock that afternoon Kevin called all of his workers together and announced that his company had merged with Maccy Fresh Fruit. Kimberley looked around at all of her co workers and she could see how worried they all were about their jobs despite the fact that her Dad had explained that nobody would lose their job.

Once the meeting was over and everyone returned to work Kimberley found herself surrounded by her work collogues demanding answers. Kimberley just told them that as far as she knew nobody would be losing their job.

Two weeks had now passed and today was the first offical day of the two companies merging. As Kimberley entered her office that she shared with thirty other people she could feel the atmosphere immediately.

Kimberley headed to her Dad's office as she hadn't seen him this morning, he must of been up for work early. She entered her Dad's office without knocking like she always did she was stunned to hear a stern voice say.

"Next time you come in here make sure you knock girl."

Kimberley had never been spoken to like this before as everyone was to scared of her Dad to dare to.

"Who might you be, and where is my Father?" Asked Kimberley.

"So you're Kimberley. Take a seat I'd like to meet you as I've heard alot about you." Instructed the man.

As Kimberley walked over to take a seat she took a good look at the man. He had short brown hair which had receded a little, his brown eyes looked tired with big bags underneath them, he looked like he was a little chubby and he appeared about fifty years old. Kimberley couldn't really tell much more about him as he was sat down.

As Kimberley sat down she asked.

"Who are you and why are you sat in my my Dad's office?" 

"I'm Nigel McDonald and this is my office now. You'll find your Dad in a smaller office just down the corridor." He responded.

Kimberley couldn't believe the arrogance of the man, he really did seem to have a chip on his shoulders. Kimberley was also shocked that her Dad had moved to a smaller office.

"I don't understand why my Dad's moved to a smaller office, surely you should be in the smaller office." Said Kimberley.

This brought an arrogant smile from Nigel. Even though Kimberley had been brought up to never judged people when she had just met them, she already knew that she didn't like this man.

"Let me show you why." He smiled as he picked up his phone and put it on loud speaker so that Kimberley could hear what was being said.

"Hello sir." Kimberley heard her Dad speak.

"Go and fetch me a newspaper from the local news agents now." He ordered.

"But I've got." Kevin started to say before Nigel interupted him.

"Look you worthless piece of shit get me a fucking newspaper now or get the fuck off my premises." Nigel yelled.

"Sorry sir. I'll go immediately." Kevin said.

Nigel didn't say another word to him he just put the phone down on him.

Kimberley couldn't believe what she had just heard, nobody had ever spoken to her Dad like that before, and her Dad never called anybody sir. She now knew definately there was more to this merger than her Dad was telling her.

"Are you beginning to understand now girl?" He asked.

Kimberley felt really intimidated by this man, it was a feeling she had never felt before and she didn't like it. At the same time though she couldn't deny that the power and arrogance this bloke had was a strange turn on to her.

"Yeah I think I understand." Kimberley answered.

She got up to leave the office when she heard Nigel say.

"Where do you think you're going girl I haven't said you could leave." 

Kimberley had had enough of Nigel talking to her like she was worthless. So she turned around and snapped.

"Who do you think you are?" 

Nigel stood up and put walked over to Kimberley who was surprised to see that he was only about the same height as her.

"I'm the fucking man who saved your worthless family from poverty. Take a seat now girl." He bawled at her.

Kimberley sat back down on her chair, her heart was racing partly with fear and partly with anger. Nigel also sat back down on his chair and adjusted his tie.

"Let me tell you a thing or two about your Dad. If it wasn't for me buying his company for a knocked down price you and your family would be homeless right now. So I would appreciate a little gratitude from you." He snarled.

"But my Dad said it was a merger." A confused Kimberley said.

"If it was a merger do you really think your Dad would be going to get me a newspaper and calling me sir?" He boasted.

It finally dawned on Kimberley why her Dad had been acting so shifty lately and why he had been so snappy.

"No I guess he wouldn't be would he." She replied still in shock.

"Now get back to work girl." He smiled.

The fact that Nigel kept on calling her girl was seriously beginning to annoy Kimberley but rather than say anything she decided to just leave his office and return to work.

When Kimberley's dinner hour arrived she headed straight for her Dad's new office. She walked in and was surprised by the size of the office, it was tiny just enough room for three chairs and a desk.

"Hi princess." He said.

"Don't you princess me. I've spoken to the new boss and he's told me everything, I was even in his office when he ordered you to get him a newspaper. How could you lie to me?" She barked.

Kevin couldn't even bring himself to look at his daughter who had worshipped him her whole life.

"I'm so sorry Kimberley. I'll make it up to you I promise." He sobbed.

"Does Mum know?" Kimberley asked.

"No please don't tell her she'd only worry." he pleaded.

After thinking about it for a moment Kimberley agreed to keep the secret from her Mum. She hated to keep things from her Mum as they were very close but she knew that telling her would only worry her and would achieve very little.

"How bad is it Dad? And please tell me the truth." Asked Kimberley.

"I'm afraid to say that it's imperative that we keep Nigel on side, without him we are finished." Kevin explained.

"But he paid a fortune for this place." Said Kimberley.

"Yes he did but by the time that the other shareholders got their money and I paid the banks back what they had lent me down the years it didn't leave a lot I'm afraid." Her Dad explained.

Kimberley was now beginning to realise just how bad her Dad's financial crisis was. He was practically penniless. 

Kimberley gave her Dad a loving hug and assured him that everything would be okay in the end. 

Later that day Nigel called a meeting with all the workers and formally introduced himself. He came across like a charming gentleman. This made Kimberley dispise him even more. Nigel ended the meeting by inviting everybody to a party he was organising at a five star hotel called The Northern Lodge Country House Hotel. There would also a free bar there.

After the meeting Kimberley could hear everyone saying what a nice and generous bloke Nigel was, this was making Kimberley's blood boil. If only they knew the real Nigel McDonald, she thought to herself.

Kimberley got a message to go to Nigel's office immediately. What does he want now, she thought to herself as she headed down the corridor towards her new bosses office.

Kimberley very nearly walked straight into the office but she managed to stop herself at the last moment and knocked on the door.

"Enter." She heard Nigel say. Kimberley slowly opened the door and softly said.

"You wanted to see me?" 

"Yes I did take a seat girl." He responded.

Kimberley walked a chair and sat in it. Nigel put the newspaper that her Dad had been to get him earlier in front of Kimberley and smirked.

"Would you like to read the newspaper that your worthless Dad fetched for me?"

Kimberley really wanted to slap the cocky smile off Nigel's face but instead she decided to give him a sarcastic smile.

"I'll take that as a no then." He smiled.

"What did you call me here for? I'm sure it wasn't to offer me a newspaper." Snapped Kimberley.

"You think you're something special don't you, but let me tell you girl you are just a spoilt little bitch who I don't like." Nigel told her.

Kimberley wasn't sure what to do, she wasn't used to people treating her with such little respect.

"No I don't think I'm something special actually." She answered.

"I've met your sort millions of times before. Flirting and teasing every man that you meet." He said.

Kimberley didn't answer she just sat there playing with her hair feeling increasingly nervous everytime that Nigel spoke to her.

"Your silence speaks volumes. Anyway back to the reason why I called you into my office. How far would you go to protect your family girl?" He asked.

"I..I would do anything to protect my family, just like anybody else would do." She stuttered.

"Good now tell me what bra size are you girl?" He ordered.

This question infuriated Kimberley who could feel her face begin to redden.

"I don't see how that's any of your business." She snapped at him.

"If you want to keep a roof over your families head you'll answer my questions without hesistation." He growled.

"Just because you own my families company it doesn't mean you own everything that my Dad owns so go to hell." Kimberley seethed.

"Is that what you really think girl?" Nigel smirked.

"That's what I know." Hissed Kimberley.

"Listen to me girl I own just about everything that your Dads ever owned. If you carry on with your back chat I'll put your Dads rent up that high that he'll have no choice but to leave your pretty house. I might even move in myself." He sniggered.

"I don't believe you." Snapped KImberley.

Nigel put his phone on loud speaker and dialled her Dads number.

"Hello sir." Kevin answered.

"Hello weasel. I'll get right to the point I've decided to put the rent up on your house by twenty per cent." Said Nigel.

"B...but you can't do that we've got a contract." Kevin stammered.

"You're right, I can't but I'm giving you six months notice which I can do." Bragged Nigel.

"Please sir I'm begging you don't make my family homeless. I'll do anything I swear. Take my cars off me. Please I swear I'll let you have anything that I own just let us stay in our home sir." Kevin begged.

"I'll think about weasel. Now get back to work." Nigel laughed.

Kimberley now knew beyond any doubt that Nigel had her family exactly where he wanted them. There was no way her proud Dad would ever beg unless things were that bad. So she relucantly answered his question.

"Thity two d." 

"That wasn't so hard was it girl. Now tell me how far you'll go to stop me tormenting your Father."

"I'll do anything." Replied Kimberley.

"Anything you say?" He smiled.

Kimberley knew exactly what Nigel was asking of her. As much as she didn't want to obey him she had witnessed her Dad begging already and there was no way she could listen to that again.

"Yes I promise I'll do anything you want me to do." She submitted.

"Good lets begin then, what colour knickers are you wearing?" He smirked.

Kimberley really didn't want to answer the question but she knew that he would make her tell him eventually.

"Pink." She responded while looking down at the floor.

"Very nice. Now stand up and show me them." He asked.

Slowly Kimberley rose from her chair and lifted the bottom of her short denim skirt up slightly to expose the bottom of her pink thong.

"Lift the skirt higher." He demanded.

Kimberley pulled the skirt up all the way to her hips so the her thong was now fully on display. Her thong was pink satin with a dainty white mesh over the pink satin and a wide pink bow on the right hand side.

"Very nice indeed. Does your bra match your thong?" Nigel asked.

Kimberley just nodded her head.

"Remove your blouse and show me girl." He ordered.

Kimberley let go of denim skirt but it stayed hitched up on her hips. She then slowly unbuttoned her light yellow blouse and removed it before dropping the blouse onto the floor.

Kimberley stood there with her hands by her side, Nigel couldn't believe how sexy she looked. Her bra was an exact match of her thong, pink satin with a dainty white mesh over the pink satin and a wide pink bow in between the bra cups.




Hostile Takeover Ch. 01



"I think you wore that sexy lingerie just for me girl." Smirked Nigel.

That was obviously not true, Kimberley had thought that you could tell alot about a woman by the underwear that she wore. So she always had expensive, sexy and matching underwear on.

Nigel stood up and walked over to the sexy teenager who was shaking like a leaf.

"You are so sexy." He said as he circled her.

He stood behind her and Kimberley felt his hands begin to maul her buttocks. She wanted to turn and run but she knew that it wasn't an option, so she just stood on the spot and let her boss grope her arse. Nigel then whispered in her ear.

"How many cocks have you had in that pussy of yours?"

Kimberley couldn't believe that he had asked her such a personal question and in such a vulgar way as well. Kimberley didn't answer immediately so Nigel slapped her arse cheek as hard as he could, this sent Kimberley stumbling forward and she had to catch herself on his desk.

"How many girl?" He asked again.

"One, just the one." She sobbed.

"Well ain't you prim and proper." He laughed as his hands crept to the front of her body and roughly groped her huge knockers through her bra.

"Turn around girl." He demanded.

Kimberley turned herself around so she was facing her boss. 

"You are so gorgeous." Said Nigel, as he got a chair and sat on it.

"Get onto your knees girl." He demanded.

Kimberley knew exactly where this was going. She also knew that she had no chice but to do what her boss told her to. Slowly she went down to her knees. The bulge in the front of Nigels trousers was now directly in front of her face.

"You know what I want don't you girl." He smiled.

"Yeah, I know." She replied.

"Tell me then girl." He demanded.

"Y..you want to suck your cock." She stuttered.

"No I want you to beg to suck my cock." He laughed.

His latest demand really angered Kimberley, who could see how much Nigel was getting off on the power that he had over her.

"You must be joking." Argued Kimberley.

"No really I'm not. Beg now girl or else." He ordered.

Kimberley knew by now that Nigel wasn't bluffing, she really had no choice but to beg. She couldn't believe what she was about to do.

"Please Nigel let me suck your cock." She begged.

Nigel let out a loud laugh.

"Only because you are so desperate to. Lets make this last a while, before you suck my cock I want you to fondle and lick it through my trousers." He demanded.

Kimberley looked at Nigel with tears in her eyes. She was just about to plead with him one last time when Nigel yelled.

"Now girl."

Kimberley jumped out of her skin when Nigel yelled at her and lifted her hand to his croth and grabbed his hard nob through his trousers, slowly moving her hand up and down his shaft.

Kimberley had to admit that Nigel's pole did appear to be above average in size.

"Fucking lick it I said." Barked Nigel as he grabbed the back of Kimberley's head and pulled it in his croth.

Kimberley could now feel his erect manhood pressing against her face. He then pulled her head away by her hair as he groped her right tit through her bra he instructed.

"Don't annoy me again girl."

Nigel removed his hand from her breast and Kimberley's head slowly moved back towards his croth, her tongue came out and she slowly licked the length of his shaft through the material of his trousers.

KImberley continued to lick his cock and balls through his trousers. She could tell that Nigel was really beginning to get off on the power that he had over her.

"You're loving this girl, I can tell." Panted Nigel as he once more pulled Kimberley's head away from his croth by her hair.

Nigel stood up and unbuckled and pulled his trousers down to his ankles. There was a huge wet patch of pre cum on the front of his purple coloured boxer shorts.

Nigel flipped off his loafer shoes and demanded.

"Take off my trousers and boxers."

Nigel lifted up one of his legs and Kimberley pulled his trouser leg off it. They then repeated it with his other leg and Kimberley tossed the trousers into the corner of the office. Kimberley then tugged down his boxers to reveal his rock hard pole which was about eight inches long but extremely wide. The head of his cock was glistening with pre cum. When Nigel stepped out of his boxers Kimberley also tossed them into the corner.

"What do you think your doing girl. Bring back my boxers now."

Kimberley stood up and walked over to the corner and returned with his boxers.

"Get back onto your knees in front of me." He instructed.

Kimberley once more sank to her knees in front of her boss, his hard nob just inches from her face.

"Lick the pre cum off my boxers girl." He ordered.

This request shocked Kimberley, she wasn't expecting that at all. Hesistantly Kimberley moved the boxer to her mouth and slowly lick his gooy, sticky pre cum off his boxers. The taste and smell was revolting.

Nigel grabbed hold of his his iron like manhood and furiously wanked himself off while watching the gorgeous Kimberley lick his boxers clean.

Even though Kimberley hadn't looked up to see what Nigel was doing she could tell by his grunting what he was doing. The thoughts that he was getting off on watching her lick his messy boxers made her feel sick.

"Ahhhhhh, take over from me." Nigel demanded.

Kimberley dropped his boxers to the floor and grabbed hold of his cock and jerked his cock rapidly. Nigel grabbed hold of Kimberley's hair, pulling her head back.

"You ready for this girl I'm cumming." He groaned.

Kimberley closed her eyes and prepared for what she knew was coming next.

"Aarghhhhhhhhhhhh take this you whore." He moaned, as a wad of his warm cum landed on her cheek which was quickly followed by another load which landed on chin and finally a large blob landed in Kimberley's hair.

"That was so good." He grinned.

Kimberley was still in front of him on her knees with her eyes firmly closed and his now softening cock in her hand.

"My cock needs cleaning girl, get your mouth around it." He smiled.

Kimberley was beginning to think that her ordeal was never going to finish. She moved her mouth towards his cock and pulled back the skin on his now floppy penis. 

"Oooooooooohhhhhhhh yeah." He mumbled as Kimberley's tongue flicked and swirled over his piss hole, lapping up any excess cum into her mouth.

"Don't forget about my balls." He laughed.

Kimberley's mouth moved to his hairy, sweaty balls and sucked on them in turns, her warm mouth pulling them away from the rest of his body.

Nigel then proceeded to toss himself off once more while Kimberley continued to suck on his balls which were once more ready to be emptied.

"Aaaaaaaaaaargggggggggghhhhhhhh fuck yeah." He moaned loudly as he once more emptied his balls over her cum covered face.

"Now stand up and get back to work." He demanded.

"Could I please have a tissue to clean my face." Asked Kimberley.

"Of course you can girl." Laughed Nigel as he passed Kimberley a tissue.

Kimberley wiped here face clean of his sticky cum and was just about to leave Nigel's office when he called.

"One more thing."

What now, thought Kimberley as she slowly turned around.

"From now on you will call me sir and I trust I'll see you tomorrow at my party."

Kimberley turned and replied.

"Yes sir you will."

Any ideas for future chapters would be much appreciated. 



Hostile Takeover Ch. 01



Tony grunted as he entered her, sinking his full eight inches deep into her wetness. Michelle arched against him and moaned as he split her open. He was the biggest she had ever had, and she loved the tinge of pain there was with his cock owning her like this. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back and her mouth opened. Tony grabbed her hips and kept her still as he began to thrust in and out of her. She felt each millimeter of his skin as he moved back and forth. His teeth were clenched as he groaned. "Such a tight little pussy you have, baby." He pounded into her again.

"Oh God!" Michelle moaned as she pinched her nipples, feeling his pounding move her whole body. "Yes...yes...yes Tony!" She squirmed underneath him as he began to go faster and deeper inside her. She could feel the tip of his cock hitting her cervix. "Yes...Sir...please!" He went faster...harder still. She began begging him to never stop as he panted and groaned.

"Look at me." His voice was raspy as he held her legs in his arms while he fucked her hard. Michelle met his gaze as he continued pounding into her. "You want to get fucked?' Michelle moaned and nodded. "You want to get fucked good and hard?" She nodded again. "Like a slut gets fucked by her Master?" 

"Yes!" She was nearly sobbing at the intense pleasure he was making her feel. "Please! Please fuck me like that!"

He moaned as he lifted her legs higher...putting them on his shoulders and wrapping his arms around her thighs as he held her in place. His cock sank even deeper in her as his balls slapped against her ass. Michelle moaned and begged for more as he picked up the pace. Soon, he was slamming his groin against hers as his powerful cock owning her dripping wet pussy. Their bodies slapped against each other as he took her hard. She began screaming that she was about to cum as his fat cock plowed inside her. He growled and began going faster and deeper, watching her tits bounce and shake with each powerful thrust. He looked into her eyes as her body began to convulse. Her pussy tightened even more around him as he felt the rush of liquid around his pulsating cock buried deep in her.

"Fuck yeah...oh fuck yeah....ohhhh fuck yes!" Tony began fucking her like a mad man as she felt her orgasm crest. She screamed and moved back against him as much as she could as he pounced on her, releasing her legs, letting them fall to the sides as he held her hips still and fucked her savagely. She felt the sting from his hip bones hitting hers, but didn't care as it was overpowered by the incredible waves of pleasure he was generating in her. He slammed his cock deep in her one last time as his body shook. Michelle felt his cock pulse and erupt inside her as he came down on top of her, still pushing his cock deeper in her. He groaned and she saw the veins in his neck as his eyes closed while he arched above her. No one had ever been this deep inside her as he pounded his hips forward one last time while she felt another stream on hot cum erupt inside her. Finally his arms began to shake as he opened his eyes as looked down at her, breathing heavily. "God damn, baby."

His rested his face on her stomach as his breathing slowly slowed. Michelle caressed the back of his head as she tightened her vaginal muscles around him...wanting to prolong his pleasure as long as possible. He kissed, then gently bit the skin on her stomach as he raised himself up on his arms again. "Mmmmmmmm...you will make such a good slut for me." She smiled at him as he lowered his head to kiss her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she caressed his tongue with hers. He moaned in her mouth as he broke the kiss and stood. She whimpered when she felt him withdraw from her. He stepped back a bit and caressed her legs. "Come clean me off, slut."

Michelle was a bit taken aback by his demand, and gave him an inquisitive look. "Hmmmm?"

"Do not make me ask you again." His tone was firm as he stared at her. 

She sighed and slowly raised herself up. She scooted down to the end of the table and stood before him. "Yes, Sir." Slowly, she got to her knees and took the tip of his still semi-hard cock in her mouth. She gently licked every inch of it, tasting herself, tasting him...getting more turned on by the second. By the time he gently pulled her head away by her hair, she was on fire all over again and wanted to suck him until he was hard. "No, slut. There's no time."

"But..." She looked up at him, begging for more.

He chuckled. "You don't decide when you get this cock." He caressed her cheek. "I decide when you get it."

She sighed, disappointed, as he stepped back and bent to help her up. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her pouting lips. She pressed her body against him as he whispered in her ear. "There is one more thing we need to do before we leave." 

Michelle grinned, holding onto him, her eyes closed. "What is that, Sir?"

Abruptly, he broke their embrace, took her by the shoulder and bent her over the table he had just fucked her on. Michelle gasped as the wind was nearly knocked out of her. He kept one hand on the small of her back as she began to struggle. His voice was firm and calm as he spoke. "I told you, you would be punished if you hesitated to obey me, darling."

He brought his right hand down squarely on her left butt cheek. Michelle screeched at the sting and continued struggling against him. His hand smacked her again, this time on the left side. Her breath caught in her throat as tears sprung to her eyes as the surprising pain. He repeated this over and over, and she began to feel a warmth coming over her. She felt the wetness building between her legs and found herself moaning after feeling the sting of his hand. Her hips began moving and arching up to meet his firm hand. Tony switched hands halfway through and continued her punishment until a twenty blows had been dealt. Michelle's face was wet with tears as he gently rubbed her red-hot buttocks. Tony leaned over her and left a trail of wet kisses on her back as he attempted to soothe her aching backside. He helped her up and took her in his arms, comforting her.

"You did good baby. You did well for your first punishment." 

Michelle tried to stifle her tears as she pressed herself close to him, reveling in his embrace. 

Tony leaned back, running his hands up and down her arms. "You have much to learn, pet. But I know you will."

At her puzzled look, Tony chuckled. "Did you think this was it?"

"I...I don't know. I thought you were only here temporarily..."

"No. I'm permanent now. And..." he lifted her face to his. "You and I are going to be very happy I expect."

She couldn't tell whether she was more excited or afraid as she realized she hadn't just committed herself for one night. "Oh my..." she thought to herself. "What have I done?" 



Hostile Takeover Ch. 02



Authors note: Thanks to everyone who started here last week and came back for the second part. I really hated breaking the story up into two parts, but as you can see, It's kind of long. The good news is that there are only 2 parts. The hard work is over because you have all of the backstory taken care of. You already know most of the characters and their motivations. So hold on to your hats, because this is where it really gets crazy. Special Thanks to Rehnquist for allowing me to use some of his toys. Thanks also to everyone who took the time last week to comment on the first part or email me to let me know what they thought. 

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Okay, where was I? Oh yeah, back at the motel. I'd been trying to sleep on the hard, warped wooden floor of the motel, when I'd heard a sound. I looked outside through the window, and everything seemed to be okay. My Mustang was snug as a bug in a rug under its car cover. I saw no activity of any kind outside. I grabbed a can of wild cherry Pepsi from the cooler and popped the top. 

How the hell did I get into this situation? In just a few hours my company; or our company, Runaway technologies would be starting operations for the day. God I missed the hum and purr of those machines. I even missed the shitty political nature of the administrative and sales office.

It seemed like so many things had happened over the past few months. I had barely begun to grieve, over the death of my mentor, Sam Stevenson, when I discovered that his daughter, my wife Charlotte, was cheating on me and had gone crazy. A lot of people probably wonder why I'd married Charlotte in the first place. Our personalities didn't seem to mesh. All I can say is that love is strange and opposites attract. There was also the fact that the sex was good. Anyway eventually I found out about her and was devastated. I wanted her out of my life for good. But it wasn't to be.

I couldn't divorce her for business reasons. So I started a relationship with Annalise, the sweetest, kindest woman I'd ever met. I was also conflicted because it seemed like I was cheating too, but I've never claimed to be a paragon of virtue. I just wanted to be happy, but you already know that part right? If you don't, read the first part of the story. 

Everything really went to hell in the first few days after Annalise's kidney transplant. When she first opened her eyes I knew that everything was fucked up. 

Annalise had never in her life, at least as long as I'd known her, said a cross word to anyone. She had always loved Amanda, my mother. I love Amanda too, for the record. In fact everyone loves Amanda, except for her daughter Charlotte.

Anyway Amanda came into the room with a nurse, to check Anna's condition. The nurse looked at her eyes, and nodded her head. "Do you notice anything different about her eyes?" I asked. I know I sounded like a fucking lunatic, but I was scared shit-less.

"Yes," said the nurse. "Her eyes have cleared up remarkably. In fact her coloring overall is excellent."

I wrote the nurse off as an imbecile. But maybe only someone who had spent time looking deeply into Anna's eyes would notice the differences. Amanda hadn't noticed it yer either. Then Anna started talking about how her lower back was still causing her some discomfort, and some other non-sense. Amanda gently stroked her forehead and smiled at her, then left to make some arrangements for Anna's care when she left the hospital.

"God, I hate that bitch," hissed Anna. I was shocked, and realized that I wasn't crazy, there was definitely something wrong with Anna.

"Press, when I leave here, I am not going to stay in that mausoleum with Grandma," she said calmly. "I want you to arrange for me to stay with you instead."

"Annalise, are you crazy?" I asked. "We aren't married, my wife just died. We haven't even buried her yet. What would people think?"

"God Damn it Press, you know who I am," she snapped. "So don't start any of that bullshit. We're still married. I told you already that nothing could keep us apart. Now, we do have some issues to work out. And we aren't going to be able to work them out if we're apart."

"Hold on Anna," I said. My head was spinning faster and faster. She sounded exactly like the person she claimed to be. She sounded like my psychotic wife, or ex wife since she was technically dead. "How is this possible?" I asked.

"Press, do you remember all of those classes I flunked in college?" she asked. I nodded my head woodenly, trying to follow her.

"Well in one of those science classes we talked about cloning. Did you know that it is theoretically possible to recreate an entire organism or being, from a few of its cells? Each and every cell contains the genetic blueprint of the organism. So when my bitch of a mother gave my fucking kidney to your girlfriend, I had my way in. Think about it, if you can reproduce an entire organism from one cell, or a few cells; it's even easier to recreate my mind and personality from the millions of cells contained in my kidney. Then all I had to do was to take over this body from your wimpy little girlfriend. She had almost no personality, and she was nearly dead anyway."

"There are a few of her memories still left in here," she said tapping the side of her head. "But for the most part, she's gone. Do you want to know anything about her?" She smiled the way Charlotte always did. It seemed out of place on Anna's face.

"I know you think she was a perfect little angel, but she wasn't. Press, she had faults and failings just like the rest of us. Did you know that she loved you, very much? She had from the first day that she met you. Yep, your little angel just fell, ass over tea cup for you, the second she saw you," smirked Charlotte in Anna's body.

"What's wrong with that?" I asked.

Charlotte/Anna sneered at me, and in a very low voice said, "Because she knew that you were married, and she still wanted you. It was wrong. It was also a very stupid thing to do, because if I'd ever found out about it, I'd have killed her, Press. No one takes anything away from me ever!"

"Now that you mention it, you're not so fucking pure yourself, are you, my husband?" she asked. "From looking through her memories, I can see that you fucked this little bitch while I was in that nut farm, you sent me to. She was almost a virgin, but she was walking around with her almost unused little pussy just dripping for you, every time she saw you," sneered, Charlotte/Anna.

"So, what" I snapped. "As far as I'm concerned, our marriage was over. You cheated on me and I was going to get a divorce from you anyway. But I..." I stopped.

"Go ahead and say it Press," she laughed. Her voice sounded really funny because she had Anna's pitch and voice, but the inflection, tone and vocal patterns were purely Charlotte. "But you couldn't divorce me because my mother told you not to, because you might lose the company. Who told you about my cheating? My mother did, didn't she? Who told you that poor little Anna loved you? My mother did that too. Who told you that poor little Anna, with her dried up unused little pussy was going to die? Why, that was my mother again wasn't it Press?"

"Yes," I snapped. "But she was only looking out for me, someone had to. Because the person who promised to love and honor me was too busy fucking around on me."

"So, you admit that my mother tried to break us up, and replace me with this ridiculous little husk of a woman? Good, so now you can see why my mother has to die, Preston. Now we just need to work out the issues between us," smiled Charlotte. This time the smile came out really warm and friendly. It was obviously an Annalise smile.

For a second I thought that Anna was back and I'd imagined the whole previous conversation.

"Press, this is a chance for us to start all over again," she said. "My last body had things wrong with it. I think getting my implants threw a lot of my hormones out of whack. It made me constantly horny. I just thought about fucking all of the time. When I was bored, I'd just find someone to fuck. Whenever I was angry, or frustrated or whatever; I just found someone or someones. That was my answer," she said. It was like she was trying to explain everything to me for some reason.

"Anyway, this body doesn't have those same issues. Right now it doesn't want to fuck at all. It wants to have boring romantic sex, and only with one person. You, Press, you're all this body wants. And then there's my mind. You are the only person I've ever loved. No, I want to be totally honest with you. I loved my daddy until you came along. But then when you came along, I didn't need him anymore. You're the only person who matters to me," I could tell that she was being serious.

"So we can be happy, Press, finally. All you have to do is give me four things, and I promise you, that you'll be the happiest man on earth," she said sincerely.

"I'm happy now," I said. "My problems are pretty much over. Why do I need to do anything to please you? The way I look at it there are two possibilities here. Number one you're Anna, pretending to be Charlotte out of some kind of guilt over taking her kidney. We get you psychiatric treatment, and everything is fine. We stay friends, but kind of go our own way," I said.

"Possibility number two, you are my psychotic bitch of an ex wife. You've taken over Anna's body just as you said you have. It won't matter because I'm not married to you, so I'm still free of your crazy ass. So, why should I care." I waited for her response.

"Because you love me, Press, and you know it. Crazy or not, you can't live without me. Maybe if I was really dead, you could find someone else, but it would only be a pale shadow of what we had. Now that you know that there's a part of me in this little bitch, you're still going to want me. Plus, since you did like her as well, you're getting both of us. It's a two-for." she said. "Plus, trust me, Press, you don't want me for an enemy."

I sighed, and she took that as a sign that maybe she was winning me over. In reality I was still trying to wrap my head around the idea that this might truly be Charlotte.

"Press, have you ever heard of Turret's syndrome? Those poor people keep cursing and saying bad things because they just can't help it. Well it was the same with me. My body was constantly aroused, and my brain was just hardwired to think that I could have anything I wanted, if I went after it hard enough. Now we have a chance to have the relationship you've always wanted. We have a fresh start."

"What do you want Charlotte?" I asked.

"The same thing I've always wanted, Press. I want you," she said.

"I meant what are your four wishes or conditions or whatever?"I said.

"Number one," she began. "I want you to forgive me for everything I did in my old body. If we're going to make this fresh new start, you have to trust me, and give me a chance to be faithful to you. None of that guarded shit, where you're just waiting for me to fuck up. No having me followed by PI's. All of that negativity would doom us before we get started. I want you invested in this relationship whole heartedly, with both feet, not half assed, or it won't have a chance." I nodded and she smiled. 

"Charlotte or Anna or whoever the hell you are now, I didn't say yes. I was just nodding to let you know that I understand what you want and what you mean," I said.

"Number two," she said. "As soon as possible after we bury my old body, I want you to start dating me, and marry me in this body. I absolutely can't stand not being married to you. Do you know what I went through to get us married last time? The only reason I let you put me in that nuthouse after you caught me, was because I could tell by looking at you that you were done with me. If I hadn't been committed you'd have divorced me for sure and that would have killed me. Press, I realized right then that you were not like my Daddy. No matter what I did, my Daddy always forgave me. You were not going to. I learned a lot from that. I won't make that mistake again."

I think my expression let her know that I was dubious in my belief of her last statement. "Okay Charlotte, what's the third one?" I asked.

"I want you to quit your job, and sell all of your stock, and not have anything to do with that fucking company again. Or just quit, and keep just enough stock so we don't have to work. I'm tired of that company coming between us. When I wake up, or look around, I want my husband beside me, or better yet in me. Not playing around with some stupid robot, or some dumb drilling machine," she smiled.

"What's the last one?" I asked. The first three were bad enough, I wondered what else she wanted.

"You have two choices, this one is going to be hard, Press. You will not like it at all, but I think that we're worth a little sacrifice. And after everything that's gone on, this will only be a little sacrifice. You can either help me get it, or just stay out of the way and let me get it by myself," she said.

"Get what Charlotte?" I asked.

She smiled at me again. It wasn't the Anna smile this time. It was the full on eerie, wrong smile for the face, Charlotte smile. Her eyes had the intense green flecks again as well.

"I want my mother's fucking head, on a God Damned pike," she said. "Either with your help or without it she's going to fucking die, for interfering in my life. So get used to it. Besides it's really not that bad of an idea. She's always claimed she loves my Daddy, so maybe it's time they were re-united."

"No Charlotte," I said. "I won't do it."

"It's not that big a deal," she said. "She goes to church all the time. Don't you think she deserves a chance to meet God?"

I walked out of the room and left the hospital. Behind me I could hear the sound of Charlotte laughing.

Chapter 2

I went to work, and threw myself into the business. Charlotte or Anna had to stay in the hospital for another four days after her surgery. She moved in with Amanda until she was ready to live on her own again. She missed her own funeral. I went, to support Amanda of course. I imagined that it was Annalise we were burying, because for all intents and purposes, we were. My sweet Anna had been driven from her own mind and body by Charlotte's Hostile Takeover. She was an innocent, but bad things happen to good people too.

In the first few weeks after the funeral life got back to a semblance of normal. I avoided Charlotte/Anna as much as I could. I spent even more time with Amanda. No one thought it was odd because she was after all, my mother. We were the only family that each other had. Somehow neither, Amanda or anyone else noticed anything odd about Anna. I couldn't figure out a way to tell Amanda without sounding like I was the crazy one. After a few weeks she brought the subject up herself, at one of our lunches.

"Press, what happened to you and Anna?" asked Amanda, one day while we were having lunch. "She thinks you don't love her anymore." 

"Maybe it was Charlotte dying," I said. "Or maybe, I just realized that what I thought we had; isn't as good as I thought it could be."

"Or maybe you noticed something weird about her after the transplant," said Amanda softly. "Press, you know you can tell me anything. I've noticed it too. Our little Anna isn't quite the same. There are some memories she's lost, but at other times she knows things that she couldn't possibly know."

I nodded my head, marveling once again at how astute Amanda was. At the same time I still didn't want her to think that I was crazy. So I didn't tell her just how different Anna was.

"Press, I think you should spend more time with Anna. She'll be ready to go back to work soon, so I'm sure she'd be ready to go out for some fun. She talks about you constantly. And I miss having you come over to the house. I know you miss Charlotte, but it's time for us to move on. Anna's surgery had to have affected her, so give her some time and she'll come back to herself. I want you to be happy, Press. You're all I have left."

Amanda pulled her sunglasses on and stood up. Every man in the restaurant looked at her, and then at me. They were all wondering what the hell I was doing with her. She leaned over and kissed me, very gently on my cheek. I found myself wishing she'd kissed my lips. I wanted to take her in my arms so badly.

"Press, you can't hide in the Plant forever," she said. She reached behind her and pushed the button on her key fob. Her silver Cadillac CTS-V's motor roared to life. Less than a second later, the car exploded. The pressure wave was so powerful that it knocked Amanda over and into my arms. 

"I guess I'd better drive you home," I said casually. Amanda was too shocked to say anything. She just nodded her head. I was sure that she thought that what happened was only an accident, or that something was defective in her car. I on the other hand knew that the war had started.

The problem I had was that I didn't know what to do, or how to do it. If I went around telling people that Charlotte had taken over Anna's body and wanted to kill Amanda, they'd lock me up. I wasn't even sure Amanda would believe it. On the other hand, there was simply no way I could let her get away with it.

I guess that was the moment that I realized that I loved Amanda, more than I loved Charlotte or Anna. I didn't feel safe with Amanda living in the house with Anna either, but there was no way I could tell her to throw Anna out. And it would be even stranger for me to try and move in with them. 

After the police had spoken to us, and had Amanda's car towed away, I told Amanda that while she took my car and went to pick out a rental car for herself, I'd speak to Anna. Amanda's insurance company was handling everything. We drove to Amanda's house so she could change clothes before going to pick out a car.

I watched as Amanda drove away in my Mustang. I'd never let anyone drive it before, so it hurt just a bit. I also had another idea in mind. I needed to find out if Charlotte was behind what happened to Amanda's car. I went into the house to confront her. When I spoke to other people about her, I always called her Anna or Annalise as everyone else did. But I knew it was Charlotte in that body.

"Charlotte, get your ass down here," I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"Press, honey it's about time you came to see me," she gushed. "Have you changed your mind?"

"Hell no," I snapped. "Charlotte if you try to hurt Amanda, I'll stop you."

Charlotte laughed for at least a full minute. "Press, how are you going to do that? You're too much of a boy scout to ever try to hurt me. And you can't tell anyone who I am, because they'd think you were crazy. Just sit back and it'll all be over soon."

"No Charlotte," I said. My eyes narrowed, and she could tell I was serious. 

Charlotte just smiled and said, "Well I guess that means I'll have to make sure you can't stop me."

"Let me guess, you're going to kill me too?" I asked. Charlotte only laughed harder. "Press, are you stupid? I'd never hurt you; no matter what. You and I being together, was what gave me the strength not to cross over. My love for you, combined with Anna's love for you was the pathway that made it possible for my consciousness to take over this body. If you die, I think I would too. So I'm just going to have to arrange for a little vacation, for you, until Mommy Dearest is pushing up daisies."

Charlotte was looking at me with a really funny look on her face. Then I realized that she wasn't looking at me at all. By the time I figured out that there was someone behind me, I felt a sharp blow to the back of my head, and the blackness started to close in on me. I remember looking up from the floor and seeing some guy looking down at me. I heard Charlotte screaming at him. "I told you not to hurt him. If he's hurt, I'll make sure you die, and painfully. 




Hostile Takeover Ch. 02



The following day was the day of Nigel's big party. Kimberley was absolutely dreading it, she knew that Nigel would try his best to humiliate her and her family.

Kimberley entered the kitchen in her dressing gown and sat at the table to have some breakfast. She wasn't hungry in the slightest but she knew that if she didn't have any her parents would know that something was on her mind.

"Morning princess." Smiled her Dad.

"Morning." Replied Kimberley, who could hardly bring herself to talk to her Dad. As much as she loved him she hated the position that he had put her in and had lost a lot of respect for him. Why couldn't he just be more honest about his financial plight, she wondered.

She only managed half a bowl of cereal and then she headed off for a shower. After she finished in the shower she sat on her bed brushing her long wavy hair when her mobile rang it was a number that she didn't recoginse, she decided to answer it anyway.

"Hello." She said.

"Hello girl I hope you're looking forward to my party." She heard Nigel's voice say.

"Can hardly wait sir." Kimberley sarcastically replied.

"I'm sure you can't. Your clothes for tonight will be arriving soon hope you like them." He laughed.

"But can't I just wear my own clothes?" She asked.

"No and don't you dare wear any underwear either girl." He barked as he hung the phone up.

Kimberley decided that she was going to be the strong girl that he'd always been, she couldn't just do what Nigel told her to. So she decided that she was going to go to the party in her normal clothes.

Her Dad entered the room and sat on the bed next to his Daughter.

"What do you make of Nigel sweetheart?" He asked.

"He's a complete sleaze, he really thinks he's it." Kimberley replied.

"I know darling but remember until I get us back us back onto our feet we have to do whatever he wants." He said, looking rather gloomy.

"How long do you think that will take?" She quizzed.

"I promised that I wouldn't lie to you and I won't, it could take years I'm afraid." He told her.

"Dad you seem quite scared of Nigel, I've never seen that side of you. You've always been the boss of everybody." Kimberley said nervously.

"He's a ruthless businessman and he's got me exactly where he wants me. He could destroy me at any given moment." Kevin explained, his eyes welling up with tears.

Kimberley really wanted to tell her Dad what had happened yesterday but she knew that it would break his heart if she did. She decided to give her Dad some encouragement.

"I've got faith in you to turn it around Dad. As for Nigel he's hardly said two words to me." Kimberley lied.

"That's good then princess. I'll let you get ready for the party then, I know how you like to spend hours in front of the mirror before a night out." Her Dad said before he left Kimberley's bedroom with his head down.

After her chat to her Dad Kimberley knew that as much as she didn't want to obey Nigel she had no choice but to do as her sleazy boss told her to.

Later that day Kimberley heard the doorbell ring and she opened the door. A young lad stood there with two large cardboard boxes in his hands.

"Could you sign for these please madam?" He asked politely.

"No problem." Kimberley answered, as she signed for the boxes.

Kimberley closed the door and headed into her bedroom with the pair of boxes. She opened the largest box and inside the box was a black micro knit dress with rhinestone buckles at the top of the cups, halter tie neck and a sexy side of cascading ruffle.

Even though she hadn't tried the dress on Kimberley could tell that it wasn't going to leave a lot to the imagination.

Slowly Kimberley opened the second box. Inside that box was a pair of leather knee high boots with a six inch heel.

Kimberley knew that when she put this outfit on she'd look like a whore. She wasn't sure how she was going to explain to her parents why she was dressed like this.

Kimberley sat on her bed with her head in her hands, trying to think of a way out of this situation. After a while thinking to herself she decided to tell her parents that she'd meet them at the hotel as she was running late and then hope that she could dodge them both all night. It wasn't a perfect plan but it was the best that she could come up with.

At six o'clock Kimberley's parents came into her room and telled her that they were leaving for the party and that they would see her there later.

Once her parents left Kimberley put on her dress, it was as tiny as she thought it would be, it barely covered her arse and it clung to her slender body. Her breasts looked like they were trying to escape from the dress, her nipples barely covered.

As she turned around and looked in the mirror to see what the back of the dress looked like. Her whole back was on display and the top of her arse crack was only just covered.

Kimberley then stepped into her knee high boots and took one final look at herself. Her Dad would kill her if her could see her right now, she looked like a cheap whore.

Kimberley had never been to The Northern Lodge before, but she knew that it had the reputation as one of the finest hotels in the area. Kimberley rang for a taxi to take her to the hotel.

The taxi firm said that they'd be fifteen minutes. So after fifteen minutes Kimberley waited outside the gate of her house.

With it being Autumn there was a slight breeze in the air. The cold breeze would keep blowing up Kimberley's tiny dress, attacking her naked pussy.

This was the first time ever that Kimberley had left her home without any underwear on and even though there was nobody about she couldn't help but feel paranoid that her snatch or arse cheeks were visible so her kept on pulling down the bottom of her dress.

Kimberley had been stood outside waiting for twenty minutes when the taxi turned up. By then the cold breeze had taken affect on Kimberley's chilly body, her body was covered in goosebumps and her erect nipples were visibly pressing against the material of her dress.

As she opened the passengers door Kimberley caught a glance of the taxi driver. He was a skinny, scruffy looking middle aged man, his long greasy hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He was wearing white tracksuit bottoms which had several grease stains in them and a baggy plain black t shirt.

As Kimberley opened the taxi door and sat in the passengers seat she heard the taxi driver mutter.

"Fuck me."

Kimberley settled into the seat and she tugged down her dress trying to make sure that she didn't show off any more flesh than was already on display.

"Where to sweetheart?" Asked the taxi driver.

"The Northern Lodge Hotel please." Kimberley answered.

"Ok then darling." He said as he started to drive to the Hotel.

Kimberley noticed that the taxi driver kept staring at her tanned legs, this was making her feel a little ackward as she once more tugged down her dress.

The journey to the Hotel was forty minutes and they were around half way through the journey. Kimberley noticed that every time the driver changed gear his hand would gently brush against her smooth tanned legs. At first she presumed that it was an accident but she noticed that the drivers cock had become erect and created a tent in his tracksuit bottoms.

They were now only five minutes away from the Northern Lodge and Kimberley couldn't wait to arrive, the driver just so sleazy.

Finally after forty long minutes they arrived at the Hotel and the taxi stopped outside the entrance.

"That will be fifty pounds please darling." Said the driver.

Kimberley handed over sixty pounds, that was all the change that she had.

"I'll just get your change for you." He explained.

He then leaned over Kimberley to reached over to the glove compartment on the passengers side and pulled his wallet from the compartment, once more using the opportunity to rub his hand against her legs.

Eventually he sat himself upright once more in his own seat and passed Kimberley her ten pounds change.

As Kimberley went to get up off her seat to leave the taxi, the driver couldn't believe his luck as her dress rode high up her legs and gave him a quick glimpse of her bald pussy.

As Kimberley turned her head and was just about to thank the taxi driver for the lift she was horrified to see him slowly rubbing his hard cock through his tracksuit bottoms.

Instead of saying thankyou she just slammed the door shut and muttered. 

"Fucking pervert."

Kimberley entered the hotel and it was every bit as beautiful as she thought it would be. Kimberley entered the main bar hoping to find some of the young girls who she worked with, she was also planning to avoid her parents and Nigel for as long as possibe. Kimberley walked upto the bar and was just about to order herself a drink when she heard her Mum say.

"Kimberley what on earth are you wearing?"

Kimberley turned around and she could see the disappointment in both of her parents faces, she hated it when they looked at her like that.

"I'm sorry Mum I didn't realise how tarty it looked until I got into the taxi." She lied.

"Well can't you get changed?" Her Dad asked.

"I planning on leaving with you guys when you leave later, so I haven't got anymore clothes with me." Kimberley responded while once more pulling down her dress.

"Whatever must people be thinking of you right now." Her Mum said shaking her head.

"Really Mum I'm really sorry." Apologised Kimberley once more.

Kimberley's parent's then walked off and started to speak to some very well dressed men.

Kimberley turned back to the bar and ordered her favourite drink, vodka and coke. She took her first sip when she felt somebody squeeze her bum, she turned around ready to yell at the person when she saw that it was Nigel.

"Oh it's you sir." Said Kimberley.

"You could sound happier to see me girl. You look nice do you like what I picked for you?" He asked.

"I look like a tart." She explained.

"Yes you do don't you girl." Nigel chuckled.

Kimberley really wanted to slap the smirk off his face, she could feel her face turning red with anger.

"Did you wear any underwear?" Questioned Nigel.

"No sir." She answered to ashamed to look at him she stared at the floor.

"I'm going to have to check I'm afraid girl." Said Nigel.

Before Kimberley had a chance to answer him his hand slid up the front of her dress and gave her naked pussy a gentle squeeze.

"I couldn't help but notice that your cunts a little moist." Nigel smiled as he removed his hand from up her dress and sniffed his fingers.

Kimberley couldn't deny that she do feel a little damp between her legs, for some strange reason wearing no underwear had turned her on slightly.

Nigel then moved his mouth to Kimberley's ear and whispered.

"I can't wait to fuck you later."

"W...what I can't sleep with you." Stuttered Kimberley.

"Believe me girl you can and will fuck me because if you don't I'll tell the entire room what a bunch of penniless losers the Swain family are. Just imagine the humiliation that your parents will suffer." Nigel explained sternly.

Kimberley looked around the room and she saw that her Mum and Dad were having a great time mingling with all the guests who had so much respect for them. Kimberley knew that she couldn't put her parents through the sort of humiliation they would face.

"Ok you win sir, I'll sleep with you." She summited.

"No girl, you will fuck me. Now tell what you are going to do to me." Ordered Nigel, as his hand placed itself on her buttock, giving it a hard squeeze.

"I'm going to fuck you tonight sir." She blushed.

"Yes you are. Now get over to your parents and tell them that you've decided to stay here for the night. I'll come find you later girl and remember do everything I say or else." He said.

Kimberley didn't even answer him she just walked defeatedly over to her parents.

You having a good night sweetheart?" Kimberley's Mum asked.

"Yeah fantastic thankyou Mum. So much so that I think that I'm going to stay over tonight, some of the girls have invited me to the club with them later. I'll come back here and get a taxi in the morning." Said Kimberley.

"Sounds like fun. If I was a few years younger I'd join you." Her Mum joked.

"I do hope that your not going to the club dressed like that." Growled her Dad.

"No Dad I'm not. Monica's got a spare dress here, she's staying over too." Kimberley lied.

"That's ok then. God knows what sort of men you would attract dressed like that." Kevin said.

"I'm going to find the girls now. See you two in the morning. Enjoy the rest of your night." Said Kimberley.

"We will. Have a good night in the club with your friends." Responded her parents.

Kimberley walked off relieved that her parents believed her story about her going clubbing. Kimberley looked at the room trying to search out Nigel so that she could avoid him, but she couldn't see him anywhere. She decided to go to the bar, she ordered herself another vodka and coke and downed it in one and was about to order another when her heard Nigel whisper in her ear.

"Hello girl, did you tell your parents that you are staying over?"

"Yes sir I did." Kimberley responded.

Kimberley felt disgusted as she felt Nigel's hands mauling her arse cheeks.

"Good girl. Now follow me outside." He instructed.

Kimberley knew that she had no option but to follow her boss outside. Once outside Nigel walked around the corner of the hotel and pushed Kimberley up against the wall and gripped both of her hands in one of his above her head.

"I've been looking forward to this all day." Nigel smiled as his spare hand slowly worked its way down her slender body.

"Aaarghhhh." Kimberley squealed as his hand pinched each of her nipples in turn before moving in between her tanned legs. Slowly his fingers circled Kimberley's damp cunt.

"Please sir anybody could walk around the corner." She begged.

Letting go of her hands Nigel responded.

"Hurry up and make me cum then. Once I've cum you can go."

"But please sir." She pleaded once more.

Nigel rammed a digit into her snatch making a small moan slip out of Kimberley's mouth before repeating.

"Once I've cum you can go."

He grabbed hold of one of Kimberley's hands with his spare hand and guided it to his crouth. Kimberley decided to get it over and done with, she unzipped his trousers and pulled out his erect eight inch pole and wanked it furiously.

Nigel's finger was now starting to have an effect on Kimberley, her pussy had become slightly moist and without even realising her hips were gyrating onto his stumpy finger and panting heavily.

Nigel moved his mouth onto Kimberley's, his tongue invaded her mouth attacking her tongue. He removed his finger from her now damp pussy and groped one of her breasts, while Kimberley carried on tossing his pole rapidly.

Nigel mumbled into Kimberley's mouth as the sexy teenager felt his warm fluid flow over her hand. Nigel pulled away from their kiss, put his cock away and zipped up his trousers.

"That wasn't so bad was it." Nigel smirked as he walked away.

Kimberley remained stood up against the wall with her hand cover by his cum, it felt vile. Quickly Kimberley rushed to the toilet and washed the sticky substance off her hand.

Heading back into the party Kimberley decided that she would be best to stay in big crowds of people, she knew there was no way that Nigel would risk his nice guy reputation in front of people.

She entered the hotel again and sat with some women who worked in the same office as Kimberley. All the women who she sat with were in their mid fifties and slightly over weight.

Kimberley had been sat with the other women for about an hour. In that time she had drunk another two vodka and cokes. Nigel came over to the table where Kimberley was sat and asked.

"Are all of you lovely ladies having a good night?"

"Fastastic thankyou Mr. McDonlald." They answered.

"I'm glad. Please call me Nigel. Let me squeeze myself on your table." Responded Nigel.

He managed to create enough room to sit down next to Kimberley. He placed his hand on top of Kimberley's thigh giving it a good squeeze. After spending ten minutes talking to Kimberley and the other women Nigel asked.

"Would you ladies like a drink?" 

"Yes please." They all replied.

After listening to what all of the women wanted Nigel stood up and said.

"I'll be back in a moment with your drinks. Kimberley would you be able to help me please sweetheart?"

Kimberley wanted to say no but she knew that if she did the other women would only ask why she wouldn't help him.

"Yeah of course I can." Kimberley replied through gritted teeth.

Kimberley followed Nigel to the bar, once they got close to the bar Nigel asked Kimberley if she could order the drinks in as he had to have a quick word with someone.

Kimberley continued to the bar and waited to get served, as she looked around the room she noticed that Nigel was making his way towards her.

Nigel stood directly behind Kimberley and placed a hand on each of her firm buttocks, giving them both a hard squeeze. His left hand then slid between her legs gave her still damp pussy a gentle rub from behind.

"Please don't sir. Someone might see." Kimberley begged.

"Nobody is watching girl, look around everyones too busy getting drunk." Explained Nigel.

Kimberley looked around, Nigel was right everyone was far to busy getting drunk to realise that her boss was molesting her.

"But please sir my parents are in this room." She pleaded once more.

Before Nigel could respond the bar man came over to Kimberley and asked her what she would like to drink. Just as Kimberley was about to answer Nigel roughly slammed two fingers deep into her pussy.

"Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She moaned as his two fingers to slid in and out of her hole.

"Are you ok miss?" Asked the barman. Kimberley put two hands on the bar to keep her balance and replied.

"Yeah fine thankyou. Could I have two vodka and cokes, a gin and tonic, four sambuccas and a pint of lager please." She panted, struggling to keep her composure. The barman left to get her drinks.

Nigel's two fingers were still pounding away at Kimberley's aching cunt while his other hand rubbed up and down her arse crack. Once more Kimberley begged.

"Please stop sir."

"Just admit to me how much you enjoyed earlier and I'll remove my fingers I promise." Nigel whispered into her ear.

"Ok I admit it I enjoyed early on." Kimberley panted.

"Enjoyed what?" Asked Nigel.

"All of it." Replied Kimberley.

"All of what?" He grinned.

Now knowing exactly what Nigel wanted to hear Kimberley answered through gritted teeth.

"Making you cum and you fingering me."

"That wasn't so hard was it." Sniggered Nigel.

Nigel did as he promised and removed his fingers from between her legs and from her arse crack. Kimberley felt so relieved, she really thought that somebody would see what was going on.

The barman returned with the drinks and asked Kimberley.

"Would you like a tray miss?"

Just as Kimberley was about to answer the barman Nigel once more rammed two fingers roughly into her labia, this made Kimberley's body shake and moan.

"Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Are you sure you're ok miss?" He asked once more.

"Yeah fine thanks. Could I have a tray please." Answered Kimberley as Nigel continued his two fingered assault on her twat.

Kimberley's panting and lip biting had made the barman realise what was happening. As he put the drinks onto the tray he winked at Kimberley and smiled. Kimberley realised that he knew what was happening and felt her cheeks redden with humiliation. As Nigel removed his drenched fingers from inside her Kimberley growled at him.




Hostile Takeover Ch. 02



"You bastard you promised."

Nigel just sniggered and replied.

"Meet me at the elevator in five minutes I can't wait any longer to fuck you."

Kimberley picked up the tray and went to walk off without saying a word to him. Nigel grabbed her arm, stopping her and said assertively.

"Don't you dare be late or else."

Once he let go of her arm Kimberley walked back to the table where she had been sat with the other women. One of the women noticed noticed how flustered Kimberley looked and asked.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah fine thanks, just a little hot that's all. I'm off for a walk to cool down." She responded as she downed her vodka and coke and walked towards the lift where she saw Nigel waiting for her. Looking at his watch Nigel smirked.

"You're early, you must be as excited as me."

"Lets just get this over and done with." Barked Kimberley.

Nigel pressed the button to open the elevator doors. The doors opened and Nigel pressed the button for the ninth floor, as soon as the doors closed Nigel shoved Kimberley into the wall of the lift and his mouth covered hers, his tongue once more invading hers. His hands were all over her massive breasts, mauling them through her dress as he carried on slobbering all over her mouth.

The elevator reached the ninth floor and the doors opened. Nigel moved away from the gorgeous teenager grabbed her hand and walked her out of the elevator. They walked down the long corridor until they finally reached Nigel's room, which was the penthouse room.

Nigel unlocked his hotel room door and pulled Kimberley into the room before walking her into the bedroom. Nigel let go of Kimberley's hand and sat on the bed.

"Look at yourself in that mirror girl and tell me what you look like." Instructed Nigel.

Kimberley went over to a massive antique tall mirror which was in the corner of the room and looked at herself.

"A slut sir." Kimberley mumbled.

"Yes you do don't you. Lift up your dress and show me pussy girl." Nigel demanded.

"Please sir. Can't I just go back to the party." Kimberley pleaded.

"Of course you can, if you want everybody to know what a bunch of worthless losers the Swain's are." Nigel smirked, knowing that Kimberley would never let that happen.

Kimberley closed her eyes, gripped the bottom of her dress and hitched it up her thighs and onto her hips. Nigel sat on the bed admiring Kimberley's magnificent bald snatch.

"Open your eyes girl." Nigel ordered.

Kimberley slowly opened her eyes and once more looked at herself in the mirror, this time though with vigina on full display. Nigel stood up and started to walk over to the terrifed teenager and said.

"Stay there girl, don't you dare move."

Kimberley remained motionless on the spot, still with her hands holding her dress up. Her body flinched as Nigel stood behind her and grabbed her hips.

"You are so beautiful." Nigel said, as he started to softly kiss Kimberley's perfume scented neck. His hands left her hips and roamed up her slim body until they rested on her huge globes.

"You can let go of your dress now girl." He said. Kimberley immediately let go of her dress and pulled it back down her thighs.

Nigel pulled the halterneck dress top over Kimberley's head to revealed her gorgeous bronzed breasts. His hands moved back to her chest and he tweaked each of Kimberley's nipples roughly while still kissing her neck.

Kimberley's body tensed up as Nigel's right hand left her boob and crawled down her body, Kimberley knew exactly what Nigel was going to do next. His hand reached between her legs and under here dress and slowly circled her moist slit while his other hand continued to tweak her left nipple.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Moaned Kimberley as Nigel inserted two fingers into her wet snatch and rapidly began to finger fuck the teenager. Nigel stopped kissing her neck and watched in the mirror as his hands carried on abusing Kimberley's body. He noticed that Kimberley's eyes were closed.

"Open your eyes and watch me fondle your body girl." He ordered her.

Kimberley was disgusted as she reluctantly opened her eyes and stared into the mirror as her boss continued to enjoy her incredible body.

Nigel's left hand left her tit and also wandered down to Kimberley's pussy and began to rub her clit frantically while his two digits continued to excite her pussy.

Nigel noticed the Kimberley had began to breath heavier and was biting down on her bottom lip.

"Your enjoying this ain't you girl?" He quizzed. Kimberley just answered by shaking her head. Nigel removed his two fingers from her wet snatch and said.

"Liar." As he rammed three of his stumpy fingers into her love tunnel, this made Kimberley moan.

"Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

No matter how much Kimberley wouldn't admit it her body had betrayed her and her hips were rocking onto Nigel's fingers while he carried on abusing her clit.

Much to Kimberley's surprise Nigel removed his fingers from her snatch and his other hand from her clit. Nigel knew that he had Kimberley where he wanted her.

"Are you ready to suck my cock girl?" He asked as he unbuckled his belt.

Defeated Kimberley just nodded her head.

"I said are you ready to suck my cock girl?" He asked once more.

"Yeah I'm ready to suck your cock sir." Kimberley answered.

Nigel removed his tie and shirt throwing them onto the floor. He kicked off his loafer shoes. removed trousers and laid on the floor so that his head was near the mirror.

"Take off that dress and get your lips around my cock." Nigel commanded as he started to stroke his rock hard cock.

Kimberley pulled her dress down her long slender legs, over her knee high boots and stepped out of it and kneeled by Nigel's side. She put her hand out and grabbed hold of the base of his cock, pulled back his fore skin, his cock end was glistening with pre cum, slowly her hand jerked up and down his long hard shaft.

Slowly Kimberley lowered her head towards his piece her tongue swirled across his piss hole while her hand carried on wanking the pole. Nigel placed one of his hands on the back of Kimberley's head, forcing her head towards his nob. Knowing what he wanted Kimberley opened her mouth wide placing her lips around his wide cock.

The girth of Nigel's pole was such that Kimberley's mouth could only swallow half of his cock, her mouth following her hand up and down his thick shaft.

"Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck yeah." Nigel moaned.

Nigel removed his hand from behind Kimberley's head and leaned his head on his hands, enjoying the view of the most gorgeous girl he'd ever seen giving him head.

Kimberley took her mouth from around his manhood and licked the length of it. As she licked around his bellend and thick string of pre cum followed her tongue. Kimberley once more plunged his cock into her mouth.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, your such a good cock sucker." Groaned Nigel.

Kimberley had now took her hand from his cock and was massaging his hairy balls with her hand while her mouth continued to suck and lick his pole for all it was worth.

Nigel pulled Kimberley off his cock by her hair and declared.

"Now it's my turn."

"What do you mean sir?" Quizzed Kimberley.

"What I mean is come over here and sit on my face." He replied.

This terrified Kimberley, she had never been licked out, for some reason she really didn't like the thoughts of it. Teddy had asked her on many occasions and everytime she had refused.

"Can't I just fuck you instead sir." She pleaded.

"It depends how nicely you ask I guess." He answered.

Kimberley couldn't believe what she was about to say but she was desperate not to sit on his face. She grabbed hold of his nob and jerked it violently, giving it a quick lick as she cooed.

"Please sir fuck me, fuck me hard with that big cock of yours."

Nigel sat up and grabbed her hair roughly.

"I'm in charge here girl. Get on my face now." He ordered.

Realising that resisting would only turn Nigel on even more Kimberley slowly crawled up Nigel's body until her pussy was directly above Nigel's mouth. Slowly she lowered herself onto his mouth.

Nigel's tongue took a long lick of Kimberley's sweet tasting pussy, his tongue flicking her clit rapidly. This felt far better than Kimberley had imagined and her hips were already grinding onto his face.

"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Kimberley moaned, already Kimberley had lost all of her inhibitions as both her hands gripped Nigel's hair and pulled his mouth as close to her cunt as possible as she continued to ride his face.

Kimberley was now lost in a sexual trance as her clit got nibbled by Nigel's teeth and flicked expertly by his tongue.

Nigel could hear Kimberley's moans and groans. His hands found her arse and pushed her off his mouth.

"Are you enjoying this girl?" He smiled.

"Shut up and let me fuck your face." Demanded Kimberley, who was so close to cumming.

Kimberley forced herself back down onto Nigel's face once more her hips rocked back and forth while her hands pushed his head onto her love hole. Her pussy felt like it was on fire.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh eat my pussy don't you dare stop, I'm so close." She moaned.

Kimberley could now feel an orgasm fast approaching and she was riding Nigel's face like her life depended on it. One of her hands had now made its way to her chest and was pulling her nipple roughly.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I'm cumming pleased don't stop." Kimberley moaned as a huge orgasm thundered through her whole body making her body quiver in pleasure, it was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

Kimberley's pussy juice flooded out of her hole all over Nigel's face as he continued to lap up her juices.

Once Kimberley's orgasm had subsided Nigel pushed her off his face and instructed her.

"Get on all fours in front of the mirror."

Kimberley was still in a lustful trance and immediately obeyed him. Once Kimberley was on all fours Nigel positioned himself behind her and pulled her hair back violently.

"Beg me to fuck you." He ordered.

"Fuck me sir, please I'm begging you. Fuck me hard." She begged.

"Ok but you had better watch yourself get fucked in the mirror." He demanded.

"Oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Kimberley moaned as Nigel slammed his eight inch cock into her tight pussy, which seemed to mould itself around his thick pole.

"Fuck your pussy is so fucking tight." Groaned Nigel as he continued to pound away at Kimberley's tight hole.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, your cock feels so good." Moaned Kimberley lustfully as Nigel pulled his rod out before ramming it back in.

Nigel let go of Kimberley's long hair and grabbed her hips forcing her further onto his hard manhood, while he watched her tits sway in the mirror.

"Are you enjoying yourself get fucked?" He asked.

Kimberley didn't answer Nigel. So he stopped plowing away at Kimberley's wanting snatch, keeping his cock motionless in her vigina.

"I asked you a question girl." He said.

"Yeah I'm loving watching myself get fucked. I need to cum again and I'm so close. Please fuck me hard." Kimberley pleaded.

Nigel spanked her right arse cheek making Kimberley yelp.

"Fuck my cock girl." He commanded.

Kimberley started to grind her pussy onto Nigel's cock, rocking herself back and forth onto his pole.

"You love my cock don't you girl?" He asked.

"Yeah I love your cock, now shut up and pull my hair." She moaned.

Nigel took a handful of Kimberley's long hair pulling it back roughly, making her body arch. Nigel once more began to pump his cock into her snatch in motion with Kimberley's gyrating.

"Oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh harder fuck me harder, I'm cumming on your cock." Kimberley moaned in delight as a second, even bigger orgasm swept through her body.

"Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhh." Nigel groaned as he also came, squirting his cum into Kimberley's soaking pussy.

Nigel pulled his now limp cock out of Kimberley's snatch and watched as his spunk flowed out of her love tunnel and rolled down her leg.

Now that Kimberley's sexual trance had finished she stood up and she felt disgusted that she had let Nigel manipulate her body like that. She picked up her dress and went into the bathroom to clean herself up.

Minutes later she came out of the bathroom and went to leave the hotel room, Nigel who was sat in the king sized bed asked.

"Where do you think you're going girl?"

Kimberley turned around and answered.

"I've let you have sex with me now I'm going home sir."

"That wasn't the deal girl. The deal was that you would spend the night with me. So get that dress off and join me in bed." He sternly replied.

Kimberley knew the arguing was going to get her nowhere so she slipped her dress and boots off and got into bed, staying as far from Nigel as she could.

"Cuddle up to me girl." He ordered.

Kimberley hesistantly moved closer to Nigel and wrapped her arms around him.

"Goodnight." Nigel smiled as he shut his eyes and went to sleep a very satisfied man.

*

Any feedback and ideas for what Nigel should do to Kimberley next would be greatly welcomed.



Hostile Takeover Ch. 02



Barry had a couple of his dom uniforms brought over by one of his loyal slaves. At least he thought she was loyal. He was still stung by Donna's betrayal. He had trained her from slave to switch to a top mistress.

"They are waking up", Cecile said interrupting his musing.

He looked over to his diminutive rescuer rand smiled. "Let begin." Flicking his whip against Donna's breast he work her up.

Both she and Casey were secured to a crossbeam leaving their naked bodies exposed.

"Cecile you traitorous bitch!" Casey screamed.

Cecile slapped her in the face. 'That Mistress Cecile cunt!"

"You'll never be a Mistress!" Casey shouted.

"Poor Casey" Barry said in mock sorrow." So arrogant a few hours ago. Now helpless."

"What are your intentions Barry?" Donna asked fearfully.

Cecile grabbed a whip and hit her ass. 'Address him as Master you slut!"

"Please Master Barry" she pleaded.

He gently stroked her hair, "You gambled and lost" he said softly. "You were willing to see your teacher enslaved and now you must undergo more lessons." He took a bridal gag and secured it to Donna. "Casey I want you to watch what happens to those that oppose me and your Mistress."

Barry began a targeted whipping hitting pain points through out Donna body. Even through the gag her screams echoed through the chamber.

Finally he stopped. "Please Master mercy."

"No mercy, just new sensation" he replied picking up the pinwheel., starting with her breast than goes all over her body he let the teeth pierce her skin.

"Ah!"

"What are you slut?"

"Your slave!"

"Did you ever deserve any privileges."

"No Master I was ungrateful."

"That's right you are", he released one arm and twisted hard behind her back. Then secured her in a box tie

"Say you want to be fucked!"

"Please fuck me Master!"

" No! You will serve Mistress Cecile's pleasure."

With deceptive strength, the blond beauty grabbed the large woman. "Suck it Slave" The new Mistress forced the dildo down Donna's throat

"Donna coughed, "Please Mistress I'll serve you."

"You bet you will bitch!" Cecile thrust her strap on into Donna's snatch.

"Take it."

"Yes."

"Take it traitor bitch, this is my favor to my new partner."

Donna exploded.

"Now lick it" Cecile order.

"The humiliated slave obeyed.

Barry had stripped, "Now your ass." He flipped her over and penetrated. I know you can take it all Donna" Barry vented his fury on his rebel.

Cecile applauded.

"Come here my beauty" he beckoned and kissed Cecile as he was still connected to Donna. "You did well in breaking her.:

"Thank you, I'd like to demonstrate my abilities on Casey for you."

***************

After putting nipple chains on her tits and immobilizing her in a body harness, Donna was put in the bird case to watch her fellow slave's punishment.

Cecile had Casey stretched out over a barrel her body exposed and discomfort being added to her spine.

Addressing Casey" You know slut I investigated you and Barry when I moved here. It was obvious who was the one to partner with. And which one of you deserved to be my slave."

"You won't break me."

Cecile giggled, "Do all doms used the clinches?"

I hope I never do" Barry replied.

Cecile picked up the cat o nine and began whipping.

Casey was stubborn and for a long time refused to respond. But finally screamed.

"Whose your Mistress?" Cecile demanded

"Not you bitch!"

"Did you think it would be that easy? "Barry asked.

"No, she replied but this will make it more satisfying." She climbed on top and place her pussy over Casey's face while jabbing the whip handle in her pussy.

"Now slave do you submit."

No!"

Good, Cecile cut off her breath. "You are nothing!"

Barry looked on with admiration.

"Whose your mistress", the smaller woman demanded.

"Not you!"

Cecile continued her ministrations."

"Who!"

"You are!" Casey screamed.

"Do you acknowledge me as your superior?" Cecile demanded.

"Yes!"

"Who does this empire belong to?"

"You Mistress."

Who is your Master?."

"Master Barry!"

"What do you want to do with her" Cecile asked.

"To complete her submission, we should fuck her.!" Dragging her off the wheel he handed Cecile a pair of arm binders. "For our slave.

Cecile quickly restrained the helpless Casey, "she is your toy."

"Down bitch,!" Spreading her legs, Barry teased Casey before penetrating her.

"We defeated you, Casey. You are our slave!"

"Yes I am your slave!"

Barry started thrusting in," This is the only beginning bitch. I was willing to coexist with you. But now I am going to punish, torment you for a long time."

Cecile pulled the brunette out of her cage. "Time for you to join in slut! Dragging the helpless Donna she positioned her over Casey's face. "Start kissing you fellow slave."

"That's not punshiment,"Barry pointed out

"Yes," Cecile answered. "But putting her strap on back on and grabbing a dildo. "This is."

She forced the dildo between their slaves mouth and than jabbed the strap on in Donna's ass.

"Better."

"Much, lets use our sluts."

As their slaves were put through their pace, Barry and Cecile look at each other with love and affection.

Finally they both released. Grabbing some bondage tape Barry tied Casey and Donna in the same position.

"Wait, Cecilia said. She produced a butt plug for each.

To be continued



Hostile Takeover Ch. 02



Chapter 3

When I woke up, I had no idea of how much time had passed. I tried to move my arms and couldn't. I looked around and found out that I was tied to a chair. It was all I could do to avoid laughing. I knew where I was. I was in the condo that Charlotte had bought for her loser lovers. The beer bottle was still embedded in the flat-screen TV.

I looked around the room, and the three of them were sitting there, like monkeys sharing a branch.

"Hey Ray, he's awake," said one of them. Ray the guy I had punched in the mouth, came in front of me. "How do you feel?" he asked.

"Like I got clubbed in the head," I smirked.

"Here, take these," he said. He showed me a sealed bottle of Motrin. He took the top off and then unsealed it and gave me two of them. I swallowed them and then he actually held a cup up to my mouth so I could sip water to wash them down.

"Why are you being nice to me?" I asked.

"Anna does not want you hurt in any way," he said. "She hired us to keep you safe and out of her way, that's all." I noticed that they called her Anna, not Charlotte.

"Yeah she was already pissed at us for hitting you over the head," said the first guy. I later found out that his name was Bob.

"Anna doesn't have any money, how is she paying you?" I asked.

"First off, she didn't need to pay us, we'd have done it for free," said Bob. "We all lost our wives and kids, and most of our money, in our divorces. We only had to get divorced because you got pissed abut us fucking your ex wife. That means we owed you some payback. But Anna is also letting us hit that sweet pussy of hers, for helping her. She's not as good a fuck as your ex. But she's a lot tighter. It's almost as if nobody has used that pussy."

"Hey dumbass," said Ray."You talk too much. Nobody was supposed to know we're fucking her; especially, not him."

"So how long are you supposed to be keeping me here?" I asked. They seemed to be upset that the news of them fucking Anna hadn't bothered me.

"Not long, just until the guys Anna hired get done. She figures the fire won't be enough, so she hired someone to finish the job, after the fire forces the old lady out of the house," said the third guy.

"Now who's talking too much," said Bob.

I yawned as if I could barely stay awake, and started nodding. "Can you untie my hands, I think my circulation is cut off," I said. "I just want to lie down on that couch." I wanted then to think I was far weaker than I actually felt.

"You can lie down but don't go to sleep," snapped Bob. "And remember asshole there are three of us."

"Why can't he go to sleep?" asked Ray.

"Because the reason he's sleepy just after waking up might be that he has a fucking concussion," said Bob. "I don't want him to go to sleep and not wake up."

"Maybe we shouldn't let him lie down then," said the third guy, Frank. "Whenever I lie down, I go to sleep."

"That's because you're a fat, out of shape loser," snapped Bob. "Speaking of losers, I wouldn't want to be this guy. Every chick he falls in love with, wants to fuck us."

I staggered over to the couch with Bob just behind me. My head was beginning to clear and I knew I had to do something. Amanda was depending on me. The chair I'd just gotten out of was a possibility. Across the room there was a computer.

Just as I got to the couch I moved. I went from pretending to stagger, into lightning fast motion. Ray was still right behind me; as if he was making sure I didn't run. The last thing he expected was for me to move closer to him. I elbowed him in the stomach as hard as I could. Then turned and brought my knee up into his face, as it descended when he doubled over from the elbow to the gut. My knee smashed Ray's face, knocking out his front teeth again. Then I leaped for the computer. I snatched the keyboard off the table and smashed it into Bob's face snapping his head backwards. I followed up by kicking him in the nuts as hard as I could. Both of them were out of the fight.

Frank was just getting up. He was a big one. I picked up the chair I'd been sitting in and crowned him with it, before he could get off the couch. He was hurt but still conscious.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked. "We weren't going to hurt you. Anna really did tell us to be as gentle with you as possible. If she didn't show up we were just going to let you go. We didn't even tie you up, she did."

"Look moron," I snapped."Anna is trying to kill her mother. If she succeeds, you'll all be accessories to murder." His eyes got big.

"We didn't know that. We didn't know she was serious. We thought it was just some kinky sex thing that you guys do. She told us that you got off on being tied up. She also said that after you caught Bob with his Dick in Charlotte's ass, that it was a turn on knowing that someone else had fucked your woman. And those two are liars. None of us has ever fucked Anna. Bob was just saying that to get back at you for messing up his life. He figured that if you thought he'd fucked Anna, it would break the two of you up." he shrugged his shoulders.

"We did know she had a mad on for her mother. But we didn't know that she was going to kill her. She told us she was just going to drive her out of the house, and then kidnap her, to get the old lady to sign over control of her stock. Then you wouldn't be able to control the company and you could get married and live happily ever after, and pay us a shitload of money. We'd also be helping out with true love. She's obsessed with you."

I had no time for this, so I left him there and ran out into the streets. It was already dark outside. I was about 4 miles from my apartment, and I didn't have my phone. I ran down the road looking for anything I could find. After running a few blocks I found myself outside of Manny's. I went inside and desperately looked for any of my employees. I saw a couple of them in the back.

"Hi guys, this is an emergency, I need a ride," I said. We were outside in less than a minute. Bill Foster quickly took me over to his car.

"I'm not getting into that thing," I snapped, as he pointed to his Toyota Prius. Kurt, the other guy, had already gone back inside. I was worried about Amanda, so I bit the bullet and got into the steaming pile of shit disguised as a car. He started the car and the engine sounded so anemic that I couldn't tell it was on. He lit out of the parking lot in an awesome display of speed, power and handling. 

We must have been doing in excess of four miles per hour. I scrunched down in the seat so no one would see me in the car, if you could call it that. "Are we in electric mode," I asked.

"Nope, that's the motor you're hearing," he said. "We're going much faster than if I was in electric. I stifled the desire to stick my feet out of the door and try to pedal the car to get us going faster, ala Fred Flintstone. Luckily, we only had to go about three miles to get to my apartment. But I swore, if any bikes or mopeds passed us, I'd bail out and get a ride from them. My greatest fear though, was that the rubber band that powered the Prius' motor would snap and leave us stranded. Finally, after what seemed like hours later, but was only a few minutes we made it to my building. I saw my car out in front.

"Thanks Bill," I said. "I'll give you a raise if you buy a real car with it." I knew that Bill was serious about recycling and saving the planet, but if I had to drive a car like that, I'd have to let the planet go.

I felt under the Mustang's front quarter panel and got my hide-a-key out. I started the engine and immediately felt better as the Big V8 announced its presence. I had borrowed Bill's cell phone and called Amanda. 

"Who is this?" she asked tentatively. She was whispering.

"Amanda, it's Press," I said.

"Preston, I need your help," she whispered.

"I know, I'm on my way, where are you?" I said.

"I'm hiding in the hedges in front of the house," she said. "I have to keep moving so they don't know where I am. But don't come here, it's dangerous. Press, I can't stay here for very long because the house is on fire. I called the fire department..."

I heard a sound like a gunshot and drove even faster. I passed the fire engines in my hurry to get there. Hang on Amanda, I thought. The needle on my speedometer was buried and I left the fire trucks behind. I pulled into the gates around the house and saw that the house was indeed burning. I was only expecting a small fire but the entire right side of the house was aflame. That was the area where both Amanda's and Charlotte's bedrooms were located. I figured that Amanda would try to stay away from the flames so I drove onto the large lawn. I left skid marks and tore up the grass but I figured that Amanda would forgive me. 

I saw 3 men with rifles, and Anna heading towards the same area of the hedges that I was. They were all coming in from different angles. One of them was just ahead of me. He turned and tried to aim at me, and Anna screamed, "No!"

It didn't matter. I hit the gas and sharply jerked the wheel in his direction. My Mustang's ass end broke loose and the car swerved. My rear quarter panel slammed into him and knocked him across the lawn, where he lay crumpled up like a broken toy. 

I swerved back and went straight to the bushes for Amanda. She ducked and got into the car. We took off just as the fire engines came screaming up the driveway. I drove around them on the grass and outside of the gate. Amanda was crying hysterically. I don't know if she was crying because of the house being on fire, or her brush with death.

I was driving slowly looking for a Police station when I heard the sound of tortured rubber and a pretty heavy growl. I looked into my rearview mirror and saw a black Dodge Charger rapidly coming up on us. 

"Amanda put your seatbelt on," I snapped. I had to reach across her and help her fasten it. She was still in shock. The charger was on us. The driver was flashing his headlights so I let him pull alongside us.

"Anna said to tell you, that all she wants is the woman. Just put her out of your car, and everything will be fine," he said.

"You want her, catch me," I sneered. My right foot went down and suddenly the Charger was in my rear view mirror. My little pony rocketed forward like a raped ape. The charger increased speed too, but he couldn't make a dent in the gap between us. He had one of those hemi engines, but it wouldn't do him any good. 

In the 70's the hemi, which was named for its hemispherical combustion chambers, was a power plant to be reckoned with. Unfortunately the newer versions are so watered down that they really didn't amount to much more than a name. I was more worried about the guns the men carried than their car. My Mustang put out a bit more than 462 horsepower. The Hemi Charger Barely over 420. The real difference though was in the weight of the cars. I had more horsepower, but also a lighter car. The Charger with a hemi weighed about 4200 pounds. My Mustang, despite having more horsepower was over 600 pounds lighter.

As I looked at the road ahead of us, I decided not to go on the freeway. There were few cars out and even though we were rapidly increasing the distance between us, they could still follow us by our tail lights. I headed into a park where there would be a lot of curves and sharper turns. The Chargers handle like a brick on rollers. 

As I expected they weren't able to take the curves with us, and we gained even more distance. I cut around a sharp corner into a dark, tree lined cull de sac, then turned off all of my lights and cut the engine. A few seconds later the charger roared past us. I gave them a few minutes and slowly and as quietly as I could, I pulled out of the cull de sac and back onto the roads.

I was smiling like a Cheshire cat, but pride goeth before a fall. Just as I got back on the road, the Charger reappeared. I slammed down the accelerator and the chase was on again. I carved out turns, and left them in my wake again. I thought about what we had to do. I made a quick circuit around the park and then went back on the main road. They were far enough behind us that I got on the freeway but, I went in the opposite direction from the one we'd been going.

I kept my eyes in the rearview mirror, but never saw them again. After we'd been driving for about twenty minutes I slowed down again. I grabbed Amanda's cell phone and called the plant. My intention was to leave message for Myra or get my security guys. I was shocked shitless at who answered the phone.

"Hello Press," said Charlotte. "Have you come to your senses?"

I hung up the phone and called the plant's security office directly. I told the man who answered the phone, to have Anna and whoever was with her escorted out of the building. I told him to get as many armed men as he had, and to also call the police, because I didn't know how many people she had with her. Then I told him to call me back and let me know what had happened.

Five minutes later I pulled into a Wal-Mart. I filled up the tank and had to pay a ridiculous price for my gas, because I wasn't using a Wal-Mart card. I grabbed Amanda's hand and we went inside the store. I was beginning to worry because Amanda still hadn't come out of it. I had to shop for both of us. I filled up two carts with everything we'd need, a few outfits each, toothbrushes etc. I resisted buying things that I'd like to see her in. I only bought necessities, because I had to get Amanda out of there. We could call the police from the road. 

I threw half of the bags into the trunk, and the rest on the back seat. I don't think my heart slowed down until we were back in the car. Amanda hadn't said a word since I picked her up and she wouldn't let go of my hand.

Amanda's phone rang. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was hoping that it was my security guard, calling to tell me Anna was in jail, or at least away from my plant. I didn't want the crazy bitch hurting any of my employees.

"Hello," I said. "Is that maniac in jail yet?"

"Is that any way to talk about your loving wife," said Charlotte with sarcasm dripping off of her every word.

"I can't believe how calm you are, Press," she said laughing. "You went shopping at a Wal-Mart? I thought you'd be running away with your tail between your legs. Don't worry I'm not tracking mom's cell phone. I just tweeted about your car, when you lost my men. And within a few minutes, a couple of people on twitter let me know where they'd seen you. That bright orange Mustang of yours is so easy to find, Sweetie. I was worried about you feeling so alone, so I sent some friends over there."

I hung up the phone just as the Charger and another car tore into the Wal-Mart parking lot. They were going away from us, as they circled the building. I didn't go tearing out of there, and let the sound of my engine alert them to my position and direction. I slowly pulled into the road and went in the same direction they'd gone in. Instead of circling the building though, I moved off at a tangent directly away from the Wal-Mart. By the time they'd circled the parking lot, I'd be miles away.

I redialed the number Charlotte had just called from. It was Anna's cell phone. "Are you still in the plant?" I asked.

"Of course not, you sent security after me, and sent the police too. You must want me bad baby," she said. "Get rid of Mommy dearest and you can have me right now. This tight little pussy is yours for the asking. Are you still in Wal-Mart? My guys must be getting close by now."

"They're right on top of us," I lied, and hung up the phone. For the next two hours I drove as far as I could as fast as I could, I needed to put as much distance between us as possible. Finally in the middle of the night, I pulled into this motel. That brings us back to the present. 

Chapter4

I took a long drink of the Cherry flavored cola, and let out that satisfied ahhh sound. 

"Can I have some of that?" asked Amanda across the darkness of the motel room. I got up and went over to the bed and gave her some. 

"Press, where are you sleeping?" she asked.

"On the floor, over here," I said.

"Preston, why are you sleeping on the floor?" she asked.

"Well, there was only one bed," I began...

"Some things never change," she laughed. The sound of Amanda's laughter broke a lot of our tension. I think I'd been waiting to exhale, since this whole fiasco began. 

"Where are we?" she asked.

"We're somewhere in Illinois," I said. I'm staying away from major cities. I just wanted to get us out of Michigan, as quickly as possible."

She nodded her head and looked under her blanket, and started laughing again.

"What?" I asked.

"You're, trying to kill me too," she laughed. "No wonder I'm so cold. Preston, when you put someone to bed, you're supposed to take their clothes off. That way the warmth of the blankets and their own body heat, can warm them up. Especially, when a person is in shock, like I was."

"Unh Uh," I said. "There was no way I could have done that."

"A gentleman to the end," she said. "Preston, you're all I have left. I'd trust you with my life, and I did. It turned out alright too, didn't it?"

She pulled off her top and slithered out of her damaged skirt. "Well at least you took my shoes off," she said. She dropped the discarded clothing beside the bed.

"I vaguely remember us going shopping. Do I have fresh clothes for tomorrow?" she asked.

I nodded. "You have a couple of pairs of jeans, some dress slacks, three sweaters and a dress. There are shoes and stockings and socks too. I'm not sure of the fits, but I think we'll be okay," I said.

"Good," she said, holding the blanket up. "Take off your clothes and get in here."

"Amanda, I'm not sure that's a good idea," I said.

"Preston, good idea or not, get in here. I'm scared, and I'm cold. I want you next to me."

"Amanda, uhm," I hesitated.

"Preston, I thought that a gentleman was supposed to always help old ladies across the street, or however they needed help. Isn't that what your Boy Scout handbook says? Well this old lady wants you to get in this bed and keep her warm."

"But Amanda, you're not an old lady," I whined.

"Oh yeah, I'm hot," she smiled.

I groaned. I had hoped she had forgotten that conversation. "Preston, get in here. I'll protect your virtue. But it's really flattering to have you think that way."

"I have an idea," she said. "You get in the front, and I'll sleep behind you. That way you can tell yourself you're protecting me."

We did as she said and I had to admit, it was far more comfortable, sleeping on the bed. There was also room for both of us. There was at least a foot of space between us. I stared at the windows and door watching for signs of movement, until I fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning One of Amanda's arms was wrapped around me and her big soft breasts were flattened against my back.

"Uhm, Amanda, wake up," I said. I think she was a little bit embarrassed as she un-wrapped her arms and re adjusted her bra. 

"You can have the first shower while I make a couple of calls. Your body wash, and bath stuff is already in the bathroom," I said.

"Thank you kind sir," she smiled. Suddenly I realized that if I stood up she'd see my morning wood, so I looked down on the floor and grabbed my pants. After putting them on I heard her giggle. As the blanket moved I caught a whiff of a very heady feminine scent, so I wasn't the only one who'd had a reaction from our close proximity. I put the thought out of my mind though.

Amanda just got up as if she didn't have a care in the world and walked to the bathroom. Her bra could barely contain her breasts which might have explained why they'd come loose during the night. And her panties were definitely not Granny panties. Again the gentle swaying of Amanda's ass mesmerized me and I couldn't look away as she walked. "Preston, are you looking at my butt?" she asked. I let that go too.




Hostile Takeover Ch. 02



I called the plant and Myra picked up the phone on the first ring. She was going crazy asking me question after question before I could answer any of them. She had me call the police detective who had been assigned our case. I called him and told him everything that had happened. I left out the part about Anna being Charlotte.

"You did the right thing," he said. "I don't want to know where you are. Keep moving and don't stay in one place for very long. Call me every few hours. I'll let you know when we've picked her up and it's safe for you to come home."

Amanda came out of the bathroom in jeans, flat heeled shoes and a white sweater. It was a classic look, but she looked beyond classic in it. Her hair was tied up in a pony tail behind her head, and it gave me a totally different take on her. She was ageless. Her appeal was timeless.

"What?" she asked, as she caught me staring at her. "Old ladies can't wear jeans?"

I shook my head vigorously, but words failed me. 

"Let me guess. I'm hot in jeans too?" she asked smiling. I just nodded my head.

"Preston, thank you so much for everything," she said. "If you hadn't come for me, I'd be dead. You saw how long it took for the fire department to get there. And when we left, the police still hadn't arrived. We need to talk about this and plan our next move, but to tell you the truth I still don't fully understand what's going on."

"Let me take a quick shower, Amanda," I said. "Then we'll talk over breakfast."

She nodded and busied herself packing our stuff. A few minutes later I was showered, shaved and refreshed. I grabbed our bags and stowed them in the Mustang's trunk. I took the cover off of the car and joined Amanda inside it.

I checked the car's GPS unit for restaurants near us.

"Is IHOP okay Amanda?" I asked. She smiled and told me it would be fine. Twenty minutes later we were talking over stacks of pancakes and fruit.

"I don't remember much of anything that happened until I woke up this morning and you got in bed with me," she said. "So maybe we should both tell what we know."

I nodded my agreement and took a bite out of a slice of bacon.

"Yesterday after I dropped your car off in front of your apartment, I drove my rental car back to the house. I started to make something for Anna and I, to eat. Anna was on the phone. She went from one call to the next for over an hour. I stuck my head in to tell her what time dinner would be ready and she said, "Okay." began Amanda.

"About a half hour later, she was really letting someone on the phone have it. She was telling them exactly what she wanted them to do, or else. I've never seen Anna talk to anyone like that, but I guess dealing with people can sometimes be funny. I let her know that dinner was ready and she said, "I'll be in, in just a minute, mom." It was really shocking to have her call me mom, but in my mind it was kind of nice too. Besides I figured, you're my son, if you marry Anna, she'd kind of be my daughter in law."

Anna came out of the living room after hanging up the phone, and ran upstairs. To tell the truth, I was a little bit concerned about her running and exerting herself so soon after getting out of the hospital, so I went up after her. I looked around for her and couldn't find her. Then I smelled smoke. I looked around and the upstairs library was on fire. I ran to get a bucket and Anna jumped out at me with a knife in her hand. She tried to stab me but I slammed the door. She wasn't strong enough to force it open. I guess I'm stronger than she is. It's probably because she hasn't fully recovered from the surgery."

"Preston, I was shocked. I can't figure out why Anna would try to hurt me. Do you know?" she asked.

"Because she's not Anna, Amanda," I said. "I should have told you sooner, but I thought you'd think I was crazy,"

Amanda looked at me strangely. I could tell something was beginning to form in her mind. "Anyway," she said. "Anna or whoever she is, left the house and slammed the door on her way out. That car arrived and she went over to it, and some men got out and started talking to her. That's when I called the police and the fire department. After a few minutes the smoke was so thick I knew I had to get out, but as soon as I opened the front door, a bullet hit the door frame. I could either go out and get shot, or stay in the house and burn. But if I stayed in the house, I'd have died from smoke inhalation long before the fire got to me. I snuck out through the back door, but some of the men were in the back looking for me, so I started hiding in the bushes. I tried calling you Preston, to warn you not to come, but I couldn't get you. You know the rest." she said. I could tell that just remembering it was hard on her.

"Amanda last night you said something to me. You said that I was all you have left. Well you're all I have left too. I couldn't go along with Anna's plan to hurt you. So, Anna had some guys knock me out and hold me until she got done with you. They took my phone." I told her.

"But why is she doing this?" asked Amanda.

"Amanda, she isn't Anna anymore," I said. "She's Charlotte. I don't understand how it's even possible. I think that somehow, when they transplanted Charlotte's kidney into Anna. Charlotte's mind and personality went with it. I guess there was a very brief battle, and Anna lost. That body is one hundred percent Charlotte now,"

"How long have you known this?" she asked.

"Since that first day in the hospital," I said. "Charlotte told me that nothing could ever separate us, before she died. Shit, she always said things like that. But she sat back up and said it after her EKG went flat line. Both the nurse and I were shocked. Then a few hours later, Anna's first words to me when she woke up were "I told you I'd be back." I felt like I was locked in one of Arnold Schwarzenegger's Terminator movies."

"Well if she is Charlotte," asked Amanda. "Why would she have them knock you out and hold you prisoner? Charlotte loves you. I can't imagine her ever trying to hurt you."

"It's you she wants to kill Amanda," I said. "I just told her that I wouldn't be a part of it, and I'd stop her. I guess I didn't really believe that she'd try it. It seems like something out of a bad movie."

"She also wants us to sell the company or at least let someone else run it. She thinks the company is evil and it killed Sam and is trying to take me away from her." I started eating again and Amanda didn't say anything, for a while.

"I called the police, they're looking for her. The detective I spoke with thinks it's a good idea for us to keep moving until they catch her. Then we can go home."

Amanda reached across the table and took my hand gently. "Well if I'm on vacation, I can't think of a single person I'd rather be on vacation with."

Chapter 5

We spent most of the day just talking, as we criss-crossed the state. We never went in the same direction twice. We looked for things to do and see. We saw the Mecca of Albino squirrels in Olney, Illinois, and the hometown of Superman, in Metropolis, Illinois. We drove and walked around, seeing one odd ball attraction after another. We talked a lot, and laughed a lot too. When we got hungry enough to actually eat, we were passing through Grant City. We stopped in at a place called the Grant City Bar and Grill. I think that place changed us in ways I wouldn't realize until later. Our waitress, a woman named Clara, had a very no-nonsense manner about her. She was barely older than Amanda, probably in her early fifties. But Amanda looked much younger. Clara seemed as if she wanted us out there as quickly as possible. It wasn't likely, but it was almost as if she knew we were on the run, and wanted us gone, to eliminate the risk of harm to her friends and family. She dropped menus on the table and told us she'd return.

Amanda got up to use the restroom. That gave me the chance to look around the place. I guess I was worried too, about whether or not we'd been spotted. Most of the people there seemed like locals. No one was the least bit interested in us. There was a guy sitting in the booth near us along the back wall. He was talking to the most well behaved little boy I'd ever seen. He noticed me looking at him, and got up and came over to my table.

"Forgive Clara," he said extending his hand. "She can be a little brusque sometimes. I'm Tim Franklin. I'm the owner." We talked for a while, he made suggestions about appetizers, and I actually ordered some skewers of chicken skin that he recommended. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Amanda come out of the ladies room and head back for our table. Before she got there, a tall thin woman, with a world class butt, intercepted her. They spoke for a few minutes and I saw Amanda taste something the woman had been concocting. Amanda nodded her head and spoke to the woman for a while. I found myself wondering what she could be talking about for so long with a complete stranger. I later realized that the Bar and Grill, had a way of bringing strangers together, and making them into friends.

"That's my wife Nicole," offered Tim. "Your lady is perfectly safe with her," he laughed. "Unless of course she doesn't like the sauce, Nicole is working on. Then there might be trouble for all of us. Nicole takes her cooking seriously." He smiled as he spoke of her. His whole face somehow lit up without even smiling. Nicole did the same, as her eyes met his across the room. I was instantly jealous.

"She's not my lady," I said.

He waited a while, and looked at her and then at me. "Are you sure?" he asked, as he went back to his table.

I never got the chance to answer or to explain, because Amanda came over and joined me at the table. She sat down next to me and put her hand in mine. She was smiling, and kept looking at me as if she'd found a winning powerball ticker and didn't want anyone to know it.

"I know what I want to eat," she said. Clara appeared, as if she was psychic. Amanda ordered a Roast Beef Po Boy Sandwich for us to share. She told me that Nicole had let her taste the sauce she'd just made for it and we could be the first to sample the new version of the sandwich. She was more relaxed than I'd seen her lately. She smiled more, and touched me often. As Amanda started devouring the chicken skewers that I'd ordered, Tim came back and introduced Alistair, the little boy he was with to us.

"Do what you have to, Preston," said Tim. "But don't let this one get away." I laughed at that. Amanda wanted to know what I found funny.

"He thinks we're a couple," I said. I had a slight smile on my face, so she wouldn't think I agreed with him.

"Well stop laughing," said Amanda elbowing me. "His wife, Nicole, the chef, whose butt you were staring at, thinks the same thing. In fact she told me exactly how to handle you." The food was plentiful, reasonably priced and wonderful. We really enjoyed the atmosphere there and felt good. Tim's dog Ernie came out of the back and whined for the scraps from the huge sandwich. Amanda watched as Tim went to the kitchen and played grab ass with Nicole. It was obvious that Amanda envied Nicole. My heart lurched as I realized that after this was all over I would lose Amanda. She'd probably start looking for someone herself. 

Despite all of the things, we'd seen that day, the visit to the Grant City Bar and Grill did more relax us than all of the other sites and oddities combined. It was a great ending to a fun day, despite the fact that we were on the run from a lunatic.

When it got dark, we just pulled into the fourth motel listed on the GPS. We figured that the first few might be places they'd look for us, if they were still looking. The good news was that we hadn't seen the Charger, or the other car, all day long. The bad news was when I checked with the police, they still hadn't found Charlotte yet.

As we got out of the Mustang, Amanda told me to put the cover over the car, just in case, and she'd go check us in. Just as I got the bags out of the trunk and got the cover over the bright orange paint, she returned pointing at a unit a couple of doors down from the car. That was a good thing. If they did find us they'd assume that we were in the unit right in front of the car. Why didn't I think of that?

We walked into the room and looked around. "Oh shit," I said. "There's only one bed again. We'd better get another room."

"This was all they had Press," said Amanda. "Besides, it wasn't that bad last night, was it?"

I let it go. "I'm gonna make a couple of calls," I said. Amanda just nodded and headed for the bathroom.

"You can have a shower after me," she said. The tone in her voice was strange. I started to tell her that I liked to shower in the morning, but decided not to argue with her. She was after all the closest thing I had to family, so if she wanted me to take 8 showers a day, I'd do it.

While Amanda was in the shower, her phone rang. I picked it up.

"Hello mommy," hissed Charlotte. "You're still alive, I see."

"Amanda isn't available, Psycho, can I take a message," I snapped back at her.

"Oooh it's my husband," she sneered. "You must be missing me badly after having to spend a whole day listening to my mother whine about her precious company. Where are you? I'll send someone to take her off your hands."

I hung up the phone. The call was a good one. Charlotte had to be getting desperate, to even try it. The police were probably closing in on her. Since she didn't seem to know where we were, that made us safer. And since we'd been on the phone for less than thirty seconds I didn't think she could have traced the call, even if she had the equipment to do it.

"Press, was that my phone?" asked Amanda. "Who was it?"

"A wrong number," I said.

"Are the lights still on out there?" she asked.

"Of course," I said. "I have trouble seeing in the dark."

"Well, you'd better turn them off," she said. "Or you might see something you don't want to look at."

I turned off the lights and Amanda slipped by me and got into the bed. I went into the shower. I scrubbed myself raw trying to remove the rage I felt towards Charlotte. I guess I'd always liked Amanda, but Charlotte had been wrong. Because, after spending a day with Amanda, I'd kill Charlotte if I had to, in order to protect her. I'd kill anyone. It felt weird. I'm not a violent person. I'm a maker, a creator; I make things to improve people's lives. I'm not the warrior type. Sure, I can fight if I have to. But I found myself thinking about doing whatever I had to do, to protect Amanda. I'd even die if necessary. I had never felt that way about anyone before. I hadn't felt that strongly about Charlotte, or Anna, though I'd thought I loved them both. I thought about Tim's words to me about not letting Amanda get away. If I had the choice I wouldn't. Unfortunately to keep her, I had to get her, and that just didn't seem possible.

"Long shower, Preston," said Amanda. "Were you thinking about something, or just dreading having to sleep next to a scared, wrinkled old woman?"

"Amanda," I said. "You're not a wrinkled old woman, you're..."

"Hot," she interrupted. "You keep saying that, but you don't act like it."

"Amanda, I lied to you," I said, trying to change the subject.

"I'm not hot?" she said with mock surprise.

"No, when your phone rang before, it was Charlotte or Anna or whatever she is. I'm sorry, I just didn't want you to be afraid, or worry about it."

"Preston, I lied to you too," she said. "I asked for a room with only one bed."

I didn't say anything, and neither did she. I was sure I understood her reasoning. Someone had tried to kill her only twenty four hours before. She was probably terrified. If sleeping next to me brought her any measure of peace, I'd do it. No matter how uncomfortable it made me.

I think we just laid there quietly, for over an hour before I felt anything. It was after midnight when I noticed that she'd rolled up against me. 

I could feel her breasts against my back. She was pressed against me the same way she had been that morning, and her arm was around me again. She was holding my hand and she pulled it and rolled over in the other direction so I was behind her and my arm was around her.

"Sorry," she said. "This is more comfortable, I feel safer with your arms around me, Preston." 

Another hour passed according to the clock it was one a.m. when I noticed she had scooted her ass in line with my dick and it was as hard as a rock. I thought that her bra had come loose as it had this morning because I had one of those soft breasts in my hand. I wanted this woman more than I'd wanted anything in my life. But I knew that it would be a mistake I'd regret for the rest of my life.

"Preston, what are you thinking about?" she asked.

"I wasn't thinking, I was sleeping," I said.

"You're making a career out of lying to me aren't you?" she asked laughing. "I think that you're thinking about how soft and saggy my breast is compared to Charlotte's fake ones. Or you're wondering how you got that log between the cheeks of my ass, and how you're going to move without embarrassing yourself or me."

"I guess it's something like that," I said. "You were right about the soft part, but not the saggy part."

"Go on," she said.

"I mean, your breast feels really good... I mean, I like it better than the way Charlotte's feel...I don't know what I mean," I stammered.

"Preston, do you know how we got into this position?" she asked.

"I guess we rolled over in our sleep," I volunteered.

"I rolled us over, and put us in this position, for a reason," she said. Then without warning she turned towards me and kissed me. 

The first kiss was soft and warm, like she was testing the waters between us. The next was no longer testing. It was seeking, as her tongue gently parted my lips. The third could no longer be termed warm and friendly, it was pure heat and it ignited the passion I'd felt for so long. 

I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face against mine roughly. Then I rolled on top of her. For a second I remembered who she was and I hesitated, expecting to find her shocked at my actions. But her eyes told me all I needed to know. She wanted this as much as I did. I began gently rubbing her legs and her sides but she didn't want that at all.

"Preston, you can do all of that romantic stuff, some other time," she said. Her voice had a sense of urgency in it. She clawed at my waist pulling my boxers down around my ankles and freed my erection. I was already on top of her and she just pulled my member into her steamy depths.

"Ohhh God!" she cried. "Hold it, for just a minute, Press." I could feel her warmth, but also her tightness. Her pussy held my dick like a vise. After a few minutes she relaxed and started to hump me. I began to slowly stroke in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around behind my thighs and pulled me further into herself. Then she started rubbing my back while she tilted her pelvis up to meet me on every stroke. I was in heaven, and then things got even better. Her lips sought mine and we started kissing deeper and more intensely as our bodies slammed together faster and harder with every stroke. She started licking the outside of my neck and nibbling on my ear. She was driving me crazy.

I slammed into her so hard that I thought I might hurt her but she just urged me on. She was making these strange little mewling noises in the back of her throat, and it turned me on even more. Unlike with Charlotte, who needed to scream out her passion to the world, Amanda's vocalizations were intended only for me. 

Suddenly she tightened her legs around me and started rolling her hips even faster. Her head stretched back onto the pillow and she closed her eyes and just screamed.

"Ooooohhh, sooooo good!" she said. At nearly the same instant I just started pumping my seed into her as deeply as I could. In the back of my mind I had the weirdest thought. One I had never felt in my life. I wanted this woman pregnant. I wanted Amanda to have my child. I didn't know if it was even possible or likely at her age, but it was what I wanted.




Hostile Takeover Ch. 02



As the last spurts left me, I felt Amanda spasm under me. Her body was still making little jerking movements every few seconds.

Then the lust was over and the guilt began. She searched my face to see what was wrong and then started laughing. I quickly jumped out of the bed and away from her. 

"I'm so sorry, Amanda," I spat out. "Please forgive me. I just lost control. I couldn't help it. You know I'd never do anything to hurt you in a million years. I just..."

"Preston," she said with the ghost of a smile playing on her lips. "Come back to bed, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

I tentatively got back into the bed saying sorry, over again. I tried to stay as far away from her as I could. Thinking back over what had just happened. I was sure that Amanda had just tried to give me a motherly kiss, and I had viciously attacked her. I had for all intents and purposes, raped my mother. I deserved to be placed in the worst prison on earth.

I stayed on the far edge of the bed from her, making sure that there was no chance for even incidental contact. 

"God Damn it Press, get over here," she laughed. "No wait, I'll come over to you. There's some kind of goo all over this part of the bed." She settled in right in front of me and spooned herself into me. "Much better," she said, pulling my arms back over her. One of her arms reached around behind me, holding onto my thigh. I fell asleep with all kinds of new thoughts going through my head. 

I dreamed that Amanda forgave me, but was always cold to me for the rest of my life and made sure that we were never alone together again.

I dreamed that when Charlotte in Anna's body, was finally captured by the police, Amanda reported what I'd done, and I was sent to prison as well. I think the best one was the one where when the whole thing ended she just fired me, and made me leave town after signing all of my stock over to her.

None of my dreams prepared me for what happened next. I thought I was dreaming again. In my dream, Amanda had rolled over on top of me and pulled me inside of her again. This time wasn't as animalistic as the previous coupling or as brief. She was gently riding me, and stroking my face as she did it. Her breasts swung tantalizingly just out of reach of my tongue and she was smiling down at me. Then she lifted her arms in the air and started rocking her pelvis quickly back and forth, while making little oohing sounds again. 

I opened my eyes and realized that it wasn't a dream. When she saw that I was awake she leaned down and started kissing me. Long slow wet kisses that stretched on for minutes at a time while our bodies gently stroked each other on auto pilot. 

I don't remember feeling anything like that in my life. I once told Amanda's husband Sam, that when I met Charlotte I had felt different about her than anyone else I'd ever known. The way I began feeling about Amanda at that moment dwarfed that. Amanda was like air to me. I didn't think I could live without her any more.

She gently rolled me over so that we stayed coupled but I was on top. "I like to feel your weight on me," she whispered, before starting up another round of kisses. 

If the first time we came was like an explosion, the second was far more memorable. It was like the ocean, it rolled over us in waves and left us spent and clutching each other for life. Again I found myself wishing, with all of my might that Amanda would have my child and we'd be together forever.

"Aman..." I began.

She put a finger over my lips to silence me, then quickly kissed me again and told me we'd talk in the morning. The she spooned herself back against me and went to sleep. 

Somehow though, sleep eluded me. My mind simply refused to surrender and I found myself thinking about everything and nothing. Mostly I thought about emotions, love in particular. I was sure that I loved Charlotte once. I'd also been sure that I'd loved poor innocent Anna. But the way that I felt about Amanda in comparison to either of those, was like comparing the brightness of a supernova, to a candle.

Would there be someone else, further down the line, whom my feelings for would exceed what I felt for Amanda? I highly doubted it, but it was possible. I guess the human species has infinite capacity to love.

I only knew that at that moment, the person lying in my arms was the most important thing in the world to me. And there was nothing I wouldn't do to protect her.

A single tear rolled down my cheek. It was unseen and forgotten in the darkness of the room. I realized that she probably didn't feel the same way about me.

How could she, even at 27 years old she considered me a child. Hadn't she told me so several times? As soon as this was over I'd have to watch, as she fell for some silver haired asshole who wasn't worthy of her.

Suddenly Charlotte just didn't seem so fucking crazy to me. Maybe Charlotte was the sane one, and the rest of us were crazy. I swear to God, at that moment Charlotte and I were in total agreement. Or perhaps, madness lurks in the arms of love, because in my mind, I saw Amanda stretch up onto her tiptoes to kiss that imaginary silver haired asshole. And scant seconds later I saw myself squeezing the life out of him bare handed. I could feel the life ebbing from his broken, useless body as if it were real. I ground my teeth together from the strain of choking the life out my imaginary rival.

I must have moved in my sleep from the effort of killing that phantom bastard who haunted my imagination though. My movements caused Amanda to stir in her sleep.

"Uhm," she murmured, reclaiming my arm and pulling it back around her. "Love you..."

My heart exploded, and my smile was probably so bright that it lit up the room briefly. But then my mind took over, and before she could complete the sentence, sanity made me realize, that there was no way she could be talking about me. She was probably dreaming about Sam. 

In some ways our minds only serve to kill our dreams. Rational thought murders hope in the mind of the reasonable man. And such was the situation I found myself in. Instead of accepting what I truly wanted, I found every possible reason to believe it couldn't happen.

I convinced myself, that what had happened between us was simply the fact that Amanda had grieved for nearly a year, and was now ready to move on with her life. What happened between us was only her seeking comfort from whoever was available and meant nothing to her. It was a memory that I would of course cherish forever, but again it couldn't possibly mean the same thing to her. I wanted to cry. All of those thoughts occurred in the second it took her to complete her subconscious thought.

"Uhm," she murmured, reclaiming my arm and pulling it back around her. "Love you...Press."

What good did it do me to smile that big in the dark? None really, but at that moment nothing mattered, except for what I'd just heard. Finally I went to sleep.

More than several hours later, let's face it, it was damned near noon. I tapped her on her shoulder. I'd been awake for at least an hour, and had been just watching her sleep. Just seeing her breathing in and out again fascinated me, and entertained me better than any movie ever could. I etched each countour of her face indelibly into my memory. The phone had rung several times and I'd ignored it. I hadn't wanted to move. I guess I thought that I could just lay there with her forever. Unfortunately nature was calling, and I really had to answer.

"Amanda, we should probably wake up," I said gently. "We should probably get something to eat and have a talk."

"Why would I want to talk to you, ever again after what you did to me?" she asked.

Oh, God. I jumped out of the bed. I had probably imagined or dreamed it all. I really had attacked my mother. I looked at her and saw only amusement on her face. I turned and went into the bathroom to answer nature's call. When I came out she was sitting on the bed with a pillow pulled up in front of her watching me.

"You know, you're just too trusting, Press," she smiled.

"So you're not upset?" I asked.

"Preston, come over here and sit down," she said pointing to a spot on the bed right next to her. I slowly went over and sat down near her but not touching her.

"So we're back to that huh?" she asked. "I guess I'm your mother again." I think she could tell from the puzzled look on my face that I didn't have a clue.

"Preston, what do you think happened last night?" she asked. "Tell me everything you think happened."

"Well," I said trying to get my thoughts together. "We were in bed, and you moved over near me. I can understand that because you're still going through grief over Sam. Then this weird situation we're in now, with Charlotte, and there not being very many people that you can trust happens. So you reached up for an innocent good night kiss. I guess it started out as a gesture that you trusted me, since we're in the same bed and all. But I got kind of carried away. Amanda I couldn't help it. I...and you're so..."

"Yeah, I know," she smirked. "I'm hot. You tell me that all the time."

"So what you're saying is that you admit to taking advantage of me?" she asked.

"Yes," I admitted slowly.

"So you know that it was pretty close to rape, right?" she asked seriously.

"Yes Amanda, but I'm really sorry. I don't know what I can do to make up for it. But, I'll do whatever you want." I said looking at the floor.

"Preston, do you know what I think?" she asked.

"No Amanda, but I'd imagine that you're pretty upset with me and I've lost your trust."

"I think, I'm in love with a moron, Preston," she said. "Nicole, the chef from the Bar and Grill, told me what to do, but I started this, because you never would have. I was the one who kissed you, idiot. I pulled your shorts down. I even helped you fit your thingy inside of me. It was a little bit bigger than what I'm used to. So you even stopped until I got used to your size, or don't you remember that?" she asked.

"Then I was the one who started rubbing up against you," she said. "And once you got started, it was wonderful. No one has ever done that to me. No one has ever made me feel that good. I guess you really did want me because, excuse my language, but you were pounding the shit out of me. And Preston, I loved it." She was looking straight into my eyes as if it was important for her to convince me of what she was saying.

"Preston, I loved the first time we did it," she said. By the tone of her voice I was expecting to hear a "but," coming up and I wasn't disappointed. "But the second time, was just magic. It seemed to last forever, and my orgasm just kept hitting me over and over. I was thinking some really nasty things then, and when I went to sleep, and you held me; I just felt warm and protected. I think I understand one of those really vulgar phrases Charlotte used to talk about with her friends, now. For the first time in my life, I was a well fucked woman. I think the first time we did it, we just fucked. The second time was even better, but I liked both. I was hoping that after that, you'd let me down off of the pedestal you've put me on. I don't want to be some fantasy you have Preston. I just want to be a woman, hopefully yours." she smirked.

"After that, I just wanted to lie there in your arms and think about what happens when this is all over. Maybe even think about what happens to us. I might have even told you about my nasty thoughts. But I was worried about you, Preston. You seemed to be fighting someone or something in your sleep." 

"Then I realized that you young people today are so different from my generation, and the rules are different today. I know you're struggling with a lot of things and maybe this was just recreational sex to you. Maybe it didn't mean the same thing to you that it did to me. So I decided to let you know that whatever you need Preston, I'll do. So I told you I love you. So you'd know that I don't want or need to force anything on you. So if you want to be with Charlotte, or try to save Anna, if that's even possible, I won't stand in your way. I just want you to be happy Press." She said. "So what were you fighting over in your mind?"

"You," I said slowly. I guess I was trying to be macho and worthy of her, but I started crying anyway. "I kept thinking that some old smarmy, silver haired bastard would come along and take you away from me. But I'd kill him first." She laughed at me then.

"Preston, is that why when I told you I love you, you just calmed down and went to sleep?" I nodded my head.

"Okay, Preston, we now know that we love each other. You're still 27 and I'm still 49. Where do we go from here?"

"That's too easy to even think about," I said. "You're single, I'm single. I really don't care what anyone thinks or how we do it. We stay together forever. I'm never going to be as good as Sam was, but in a way I don't think he'd want you to be alone. And he did tell me to take care of his girls. Amanda, it would be painful for me not to be with you."

"Preston, that's not exactly how I see it, but we'll work it out. I'm going to take a shower and wash some of you out of me. It's kind of stinky and sticky in there. And it's going to be a long shower too because someone was pounding on my old body like a drum last night. I'm going to have to get used to that."

"I'm sorry, Amanda," I said. "That won't happen again, I'll..."

"It will," she said. "And it had better happen a lot." Then she headed for the bathroom. I think she was trying to tease me even more than she had for the past few days. Only now the need for pretense was over. She slowly walked stark naked across the room, and I wanted her all over again, but there was no desperation, because she was really mine. I was on top of the world for about 12 fucking seconds.

Chapter 6

Amanda's phone rang and I picked it up without thinking.

"Hello," I said cheerfully.

"Preston, look I know you hate me, but I need your help badly. Please remember there was nothing personal in what I did. Well maybe there was. Maybe I was jealous of you, but what the fuck do you expect. That bastard gave you for free, after just a few years, something I worked all my life trying to earn," said the voice.

"Who is this?" I asked. I was on guard now. But I was confused.

"Alan Ellington," he said.

"Who's a bastard?" I asked. "Who gave me what?"

"Sam," he snapped. "Preston, Sam Stevenson is not the heroic figure that you think he is, and neither is his wife. I can't blame her for cutting me off at the knees, because she hates me. But I never gave her a reason to hate me, Preston. I can't help who I am. But Amanda, as you've seen with me, can be quite a bitch if you get on her bad side."

"Ellington, what did you expect? You tried to take over our company. And you tried to do it through a sick woman. Hell, you were probably fucking her too. You even stayed in contact with her after we banned you from visiting her. You tried to buy her stock out from under us. You had to be stopped."

"Preston, I deserved that stock. It should have been mine anyway. I'm not out to destroy the company or wrestle control away from the family. I just wanted to be included. I have that right or I should have that right. The only reason I don't is because Amanda won't allow it," he snapped.

"You wonder why Charlotte turned out the way she did? It's fucking genetic. She got a double dose of it. Sam was ruthless when it came to getting what he wanted. He followed all of the rules most of the time, but he occasionally swerved. Amanda, she's class personified, but don't get on her bad side, or she can be worse than Sam. Charlotte is just fucking ruthless all of the God Damned time. I thought that our connection would have protected me from her, but it didn't," he was ranting now. I still didn't understand any of his words.

"Charlotte is somehow not dead, Preston. She's in that other girl's body and she's after me. The police are after her and those thugs she hired to kill Amanda. They're trying to force everyone connected with this, to help her get Amanda. She's desperate now Preston. The police are getting closer to her. She's striking out at everyone. I don't know where you are, but have you heard? She killed Hiram Berkowitcz, because he couldn't sign over all of her mother's stock to her. She wants to sell off the company, kill Amanda and marry you again. At first I was all for it, especially after Amanda kicked me off the board. I thought that I'd be safe from her. But Preston, she came to my house and threatened my wife and my kids. She's crazy," he said. He was nearly hysterical.

"That's what you get," I snapped. "I guess you thought that because you fucked her, you were safe from her."

"Preston, I told you I never fucked Charlotte. That would be gross. She's my sister, for God's sake. That's why Amanda hates me. I'm 32 years old, I was born 11 months after Sam and Amanda got married. Apparently Sam liked a little more spice in the bedroom than Amanda could provide. That's why she hates me. I'm a constant reminder that Sam cheated on her. But Preston, that was between her, my father and my mother. It wasn't my fault. I've worked my entire life to win my father's approval. It didn't matter. I always thought that someday he'd need me to help run the business, so I wanted to be ready. I don't have a head for the technical end of things but I figured he'd do that, and I'd run the business side. When Charlotte was born, I figured that dream was over," he said sadly.

"Then Charlotte turned out to be, well, Charlotte. So I knew he'd need me. I started buying some of the company's stock, and through a few connections got on the board. Imagine my surprise when you came along. You and he talked about all of the same stuff. You both speak that weird machine talk. You were a slap in my face; especially, the times when he'd bring you before the board. It was as if he didn't have a son, so he decided to make one. Then he married you off to Charlotte, and I suddenly realized that I didn't matter to him at all." Ellington started breaking down, and his words alternated between anger and pain.

"Anyway Preston, Charlotte or Anna, has gone crazy, besides Hiram, they think she or her thugs have also shot that police detective who was working the case. She wants you to call her. And please tell her that I asked you to call her, if you don't she may kill my family. Preston, if you do this, I'll GIVE you my stock. I swear it. Can your phone record conversations?"

"Yes," I said.

"Okay record this," he said and then he paused. "Preston Collins, if you call Charlotte, I Alan Samuel Ellington, promise to sign over all of my holdings in Runaway Technologies." Then he paused again.

"Okay," I said. "I'll call her." then I hung up. I listened and heard Amanda humming in the shower. I dialed the number where I'd spoken to Charlotte before.

"What do you want psycho bitch?" I asked.

"Is that anyway to speak to your loving wife?" she crooned. "I've missed you baby. I've missed you so much. But we're going to be together soon. I can just feel it. If we aren't then a whole lot of other people are going to be just totally fucking unhappy. Because, baby, misery loves company, and without you, I've pretty fucking miserable."

"Frankly, Charlotte, I don't give a damn," I said, trying my best not to laugh.

"Ha ha ha, lover," she sneered. "The Police are getting close to catching me so it's endgame time. Very soon you and I will be "gone with the wind." What I want is two things. Number one, I want my mother's head on a fucking plate. And number two; I want you and me in South-A-fucking-merica, STAT."

"Not going to happen," I said. 

"Preston it will happen, because if it doesn't, neither, you or my mother, will be able to live with the guilt. You've probably heard about the little old lawyer we had to cancel? That nosy detective is singing with the angels too. If you and my mother are not back in this city tonight, your dear friend Myra and her family, plus my stupid half brother's family will all get to meet Saint Peter! Think about the children Preston. If I have to, I'll burn your fucking plant to the ground, with everyone in it."




Hostile Takeover Ch. 02



"Charlotte, No one ever gets everything they want," I said. "Why don't we find a compromise?"

"I'm listening, my love," she said.

"Okay, I come home, now. I sign over my stock to you, and give you all of yours back. We set it up so that our income from the stock goes to an untouchable offshore account. That will give us something to live on in South America. In exchange, you forget about your mother. We'll never see her again, so it'll be almost as if she's dead. I'll never mention her to you, or anyone else. To us, she won't exist. You and I could be in Paraguay by this time tomorrow night. And we'll never be separated again."

"Deal," she snapped. "Get your ass back here now. If you're not here by tonight, unless you have a really good excuse; it'll get really bad around here. I'll be waiting for you in your office at your precious fucking plant. That's where we started the first part of our life together. So it seems poetic that it should be where we begin this phase of our lives as well."

I went into the bathroom and opened the door to the shower. Amanda screamed.

"Press, you're letting all of my warm air out. Are you coming in here with me?" she asked. Looking at Amanda, I was again struck by how beautiful she was. I really wanted us to be like Nicole and Tim, but I just didn't see it in the cards for us. But I loved her so much that I'd do anything I could to protect her including living out the rest of my life with her psychotic fucking daughter.

"Amanda, I love you, with all of my heart. I'd do anything in the world to protect you. No matter how bad it was." I said.

She kissed me. "I know that silly. Now close the door," she said.

Less than five minutes later, I was in my Mustang driving home. I had my GPS map out the fastest way to the plant. I had no intention of going to South America with Charlotte. The bitch was crazy. But more than that, she felt about me, the way I felt about Amanda. It was true love. I realized then that true love never dies, you have to kill it. Charlotte simply couldn't be trusted. Even if I did honor our deal, Charlotte wouldn't. She'd promised to love and honor me for all the days of our lives, and to forsake all others. That promise lasted less than a year. How long would her promise to leave Amanda alone last? True love requires exclusivity. I still remember trying to kill the silver haired guy in my dreams. Charlotte would never let Amanda live. 

Charlotte was definitely resourceful enough to hire underlings to help her do her dirty-work. How hard would it be to have someone up here kill Amanda, while Charlotte and I were in Brazil or wherever? The only real way I could keep Amanda safe, was to end Charlotte. Can you really kill a dead woman?

Chapter7: Amanda

Amanda came out of the shower naked. She wanted Preston to see her naked as often as he could. One of the things she liked most about Preston was his sense of honor. She was very sure he'd never cheat on her. She'd been trying to fight off her attraction for Preston for years. No one would ever understand it but she had fallen for him, the first time that Sam brought him home. He was so shy and reserved, and he looked at her like she was special. She'd caught him staring at her several times over the years. And the looks he gave her were so different from the lust filled glances most men gave her. Men had always looked at her but their attention made her feel like piece of meat, or something to be owned and displayed. Most gave her the impression that they just wanted to fuck her and that was it. Preston's eyes told a completely different story. She saw permanence, there, and love and respect. She wanted the fantasy as much as he did. 

Things had never been the way people thought they were, between her and Sam. She grew up in an era, where people got married, and they stayed married, no matter what. She'd been a virgin when she married Sam. He'd been a hard drinking ex Navy man who'd learned the machinist trade while he was in the service. He'd had whores all over the world, and knew what he wanted out of his woman. He'd probably have been better off marrying a whore, because Amanda didn't know anything at all about sex.

Sam had seen her and fallen head over heels in love with the way she looked. She'd seen him as her knight in shining armor and was also smitten. She looked forward to their life together. The only thing she remembered about their wedding night was pain, but she did it for Sam. She tried everything he wanted to try over the next few weeks, but she knew that Sam wasn't enjoying what they did. Neither was she for that matter.

Instead of teaching her to enjoy sex, Sam had simply expected her to already know what to do. It was frustrating for both of them. She began to dread the nights that Sam would come to her for sex. Then she noticed that his visits began to taper off. She thought that perhaps it was like a lot of new things, at first you wanted them all the time, then when the newness wears off, you only want it occasionally.

It took a couple of months of reading articles and talking to other women to realize that something was not right. They were still newly weds, and Amanda was beautiful. By all opinions Sam should have been constantly pestering her. She began to watch his actions and his schedule more closely. It wasn't hard, and with the aid of a few friends, she caught him. Her Sam, her knight in shining armor had feet of clay.

To make it worse, the woman was nowhere near as beautiful as Amanda. In fact she was as plain as grass. She was built like a barrel, but she obviously reached Sam in a way that Amanda despite her beauty couldn't. Sam agreed to stop the affair immediately, and begged her not to divorce him. Neither of them wanted the scandal of a divorce after less than three months of marriage. They agreed to stay together, but things were never the same.

The news that Sam's mistress was with child, plunged yet another dagger into Amanda's heart. And it drove the wedge that separated them even deeper. Sam gave the other woman, enough money to move away and raise her son in a different state. He never mentioned her, the child or even the state they lived in ever again.

Amanda and Sam had separate bedrooms from that time forward. Amanda realized that Sam wanted children, and she did as well so they had regular sex. Twice a year, she went to his room and lay on his bed unmoving while he fucked her. There was no kissing, no embracing, just sex. Amanda counted the ceiling tiles and ground her teeth until Sam squirted inside of her. Then she always got up as abruptly as she could, and left. It was her way of letting him know that they were only doing it to make a baby. There would be no contact between them other than the bare necessities for procreation. Other than that, Amanda learned to pleasure herself, and Sam had his practices too. Amanda was sure that over the years, Sam had other mistresses, but he was smart enough not to get caught again.

On the surface their marriage was perfect. No one knew what lay underneath the façade of perfection though.

Ten years after they got married, Amanda found herself pregnant. Sam was shocked as well. When Charlotte was born, both parents showered her with love and affection, since neither had anyone else to give it to. Charlotte thrived and became spoiled. Charlotte's birth also led to a thawing out of the hostilities between her parents. They became friends again. They really became, great and supportive friends. Amanda made all of Sam's favorite foods and took care of him like the perfect wife should. He couldn't have asked for a better wife and partner. The only place that their marriage suffered was in the bedroom. After Charlotte was born, they never had sex again. There were always lots of little public kisses and hugs, between them. They seemed to be affectionate, but that was as far as it went.

Amanda had realized long before Charlotte's birth that she had never really loved Sam. Finding out about his cheating had ended any hope that he'd ever win her heart.

Preston was the first man she had ever truly given her heart to. When she found out that Sam wanted to try and get Preston together with Charlotte, Amanda was shocked. She suggested every possible reason why it wouldn't work. Sam had argued with her, that she didn't think anyone, was actually good enough for Charlotte. The truth was that Amanda didn't think Charlotte, was good enough for Preston. Whenever Preston came over for a visit, Amanda took every opportunity she could to tease him. 

When Preston came over to swim, she often went out and joined them. In her mind she was letting him compare the lushness of her own body to Charlotte's. Imagine her surprise, when she noticed him staring at her, with Charlotte only a few feet away. 

Just the fact, that he'd noticed her, satisfied Amanda. She filed it away under things she could never have and went on with her life. Then it all came back when he decided to divorce Charlotte. She actually pushed him into the relationship with Anna, because she was uncomfortable with all the time that Preston was spending with her.

True he was her son, but every time he told her she was "hot," her panties got wet. She was afraid of him, so she knew she had to get him another woman, so he'd forget about her.

Then when the attack came everything changed. With the men shooting at her and Anna trying to burn her house down around her things changed. Then strangely enough Preston, as soon as he escaped his own attack, had called her. If he didn't care for her why would he be willing to risk his own safety for her? She didn't really want him to come after her. She wanted him safe, but he left her no opportunity to debate it. She was in danger so he was on his way.

Somehow, when he got to her, she knew everything would be okay. Things would be different but okay. From the look in his eyes, she knew that he loved her. He probably didn't know it yet, but he did. Things like the differences in their ages and the fact that he was married to her dead daughter, simply no longer mattered, to either of them.

Of course Preston wasn't anything like Sam. He just didn't have that killer instinct. He wouldn't just go after what he wanted at any cost. He'd always put her feelings first. She'd been ready since the first night in the motel, but he didn't try anything. Even after saving her life, he was too reserved to even get into a bed with her fully clothed. After she'd made him come to bed and had rolled over next to him, she was sure that once she'd pressed her breasts against his back he'd be all over her. But he didn't try anything. 

She had actually reached around him and ran her hand over his dick lightly that morning it, was a hard as a rock. But when he woke up and felt her plastered against him, he'd acted as if he had been the one in the wrong. Nicole told her that some men were simply so honorable that they'd never make any moves on a woman. Even when the woman was giving them all of the signs. She'd had to go after Tim, the first time. She thought that Amanda should go after Preston, and not give him the chance to say no. 

So, when she'd registered for the motel room, she had actually asked for a room with only one bed. It was really funny to her. Preston loved her so much that he had automatically assumed that he was in the wrong, when in actuality, she, had practically raped him. It had been so good for her. All of the articles she'd read about how husbands, and long time lovers, usually made love to a woman. Sometimes women had to go out and have a fling, if they had a yen for something a little rougher. It was good to know that Preston could give her both, because she was a one man woman. In all the years of her life, despite what he'd done, Amanda had never once cheated on Sam. She really had loved him, but after his cheating she was never in love with him again.

Now in Preston, she had what she'd always wanted. As a matter of fact she wanted him again, even as she thought about it. She decided to just walk out into the room naked, and see what happened.

She opened the door and called to him. He'd just come in and kissed her in the shower a few minutes ago, so he couldn't have gone far. She looked at the table and saw her phone. There was a light blinking. She'd never seen that light before. 

She looked at the phone and it read recording memory full. Who had recorded something on her phone? She played back the recording and heard that bastard Ellington telling her Preston that he promised to sign over all of his Runaway Tech stock if he'd make a phone call. Amanda figured that Preston would use the recording as evidence that Ellington had promised. It wouldn't hold up in court though, Press probably didn't know that. She listened as Preston made the call. He'd forgotten to turn off the recording feature.

Amanda's blood turned cold as she listened to the call, and realized where Preston was probably going. He had sold himself, to try and protect her. Now she understood why he'd come in while she was in the shower. The poor deluded boy was giving himself up to her homicidal daughter, just so Charlotte would leave Amanda alone. He really did love her as much as he said he did. She was not willing to lose that.

Amanda made a phone call of her own. Normally she'd call Hiram for something like this, but she was going to need a new lawyer. She called the plant and spoke to Terry Caldwell. Terry was the one who handled logistics for the plant. He took care of everything from shipping and receiving, to transporting VIP customers and suppliers.

"Terry, this is Amanda Stevenson," she said. "I have a bit of an emergency."

After she packed up all of their belongings that Preston didn't have in the car's trunk, Amanda sat down to wait for her transport. Preston's Mustang was fast and he had at least an hour's head start on her, this would be close. There was no way she'd let him throw his life away.

Chapter8

At 5:45 p.m. A black Dodge charger pulled into the parking lot of Runaway Technologies. The driver got out and looked around in every direction. A security guard approached the car to warn the driver that the plant was closed on the weekends.

The driver shot the security guard and took his keys. Another large man got out of the car and helped him to prop the security guard on his stool in the guard shack. To anyone watching from a distance, it would seem that the guard was reading.

Anna/Charlotte got out of the car and entered the building with the men. Of the 5 men she'd hired these were the only two left. It didn't matter. They were enough to subdue Preston if necessary. They were very large and they were professionals. They wouldn't hurt Preston, because if they did they wouldn't get paid, but they'd make sure he went with her. One way or another, Preston would be hers again in a matter of minutes. After they got safely to South America and she had fucked Preston into submission, she'd send them after her mother and Preston would never know.

"In a few minutes, someone will come into the building after me," she told the two men. "You are not to touch or impede them in any way. Do not let anyone else come in after them. If they attempt to flee or leave the premises without me, stop them. Other than that don't come into the room no matter what you hear. I get kind of wild when we go at it, if you know what I mean."

Neither of the men knew what she meant. Strangely enough, since she'd been in Anna's body, Charlotte had actually been faithful to Preston.

The two men took up stations near the only stairway that led upstairs. They were expecting to see that God Damned orange Mustang pull up. They couldn't believe that fucking car had run rings around their Hemi Charger, but it had. 

They were shocked, but didn't say a word when a sleek silver helicopter landed in front of the building. Amanda got out flanked by two security people. They watched Amanda walk up the stairs, and then stopped the security men from entering the building.

"She said only one person was allowed up," said the smaller and smarter of the men. Suddenly one of the security men jumped at the man who'd done the talking. His partner attacked the other man at the same time. They started fighting and slammed each other into the wall. While they were fighting, Preston arrived at the plant. He parked right in front of the charger and while the men were busy fighting, he walked into the building. 

Charlotte's smaller thug got tired of trying to keep things quiet. He'd seen Preston go in and knew he had to stop him. That crazy bitch had told them that if anyone other than the first person went in, they wouldn't get paid. He pulled out his gun and shot the security man. His partner was losing his battle with the other security man. The guy probably studied some kind of martial arts. He had kicked Tim in the stomach and then in the leg. It looked like Tim would have trouble getting around. He didn't see Tim pulling his gun either, so it must have been knocked away.

He had no qualms about it, he shot the second security man in the back and helped Tim into the building. 

"That little fucker with the Mustang got past us," shouted the thug. "He didn't go up the stairs though, he went somewhere else. Find him." Tim nodded his head and limped out onto the shop floor.

Both of the thugs noticed that the building looked different. None of the main lights were turned on but there were a lot of smaller lights on. There were also noises coming from everywhere. They looked around and didn't see the guy. It was weird and neither, Tim or Bart would admit it, but they were slightly on edge. They weren't afraid, they were trained professionals. As mercenaries they'd hunted and killed men, in jungles and in cities around the world. They'd adjust and adapt to the enemy's terrain, the way they always did. Tim limped off to the right while Bart holding his gun in front of him, stealthily walked to his left. Bart held the gun close to his body so a sudden jab or move wouldn't knock it out of his grasp.

Chapter 9: Preston

The big goofball heard a sound coming from one of my VL20's. The door was open and there was something moving inside the door. I was sure that he thought he had me. He looked around warily, but he was sure I was inside of the machine.

"What a wimp," he said loudly. "What kind of man hides inside of a God Damned machine? Your wife said you love these things. Well dumb ass, they can't protect you. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to make sure you sit your little ass down, while she talks to the woman that went up there." I listened to him ranting from my hiding place near him. He didn't know what I'd cooked up for him. Once again I'm not a violent man, but I needed to get this over with.

He got in front of the machine and looked inside. He leaned inside the large machine expecting to find me hiding in it. "What the fuck," he said. The movement he'd seen, had come from a couple of mechanical clamps opening and closing. I wasn't inside the machine. "Ha ha ha, very funny!" sneered the big man whose name turned out to be Tim. I knew that with a little bit of luck I'd be the one laughing.

I'm not as large as Tim, but I had both surprise and momentum on my side. I also had the fact that Tim's injured leg had left him nearly immobile and off balance.

I ran up behind Tim and pushed him into the machine and slammed the door. Before Tim could react a hydraulic vise, and the moving clamps, closed on his torso, and three five inch diameter solid carbide drills fed down into his chest. The drills were designed to cut through hardened metal in seconds, so Tim's bones and muscle didn't even slow them down. His short sharp shriek of pain ended nearly as abruptly as it began.




Hostile Takeover Ch. 03



Barry and Cecile relaxed in what Casey chambers, now Cecile's.

He lazily traced the curve of the blonde's breast as she stroked him to hardness.

"I want to be fucked by you," she announced.

He climbed on top, "Let's see how talented you are, my bitch."

"Yes, the new Mistress cried. "I want to be your slut!"

Barry trusted in while grabbing her head. "Whose your Master?"

"You are Master!" She giggled, "At least right now, remember I save your pretty butt."

"I haven't forgotten,: as he flipped her over. "He started spanking her. 'But you need to remember to be a good girl."

Cecile grabbed his hand and twisted. "I am not a good girl! I am a Mistress." as she regained control of his cock. " Don't you forget."

Barry stuck two fingers in her throat, "I won't be now we have to finish our interrogation."

*********

Casey and Donna were still entwined where they had been left. Cecile came over and pulled out the dildo. "Lick my foot slaves."

The beaten woman began their servitude to the new Mistress. "How are we going to torture them? Cecile asked him.

"Casey over here," he instructed. "The problem with physical torture is we never can be sure.

"So?"

"This will be your first lesson in mind domination."

Donna was putting in a bondage chair with a vibrator stimulating her pussy. Her head was in a cage which forced her to stare straight ahead. Cecilia has restrained Casey in a pony position and sat on her, while watching with interest.

Barry took out a crystal and began spinning in front of Donna. "Relax my pet."

'No..."

"You must relax" ,he started adding sensation by squeezing her tits.

"No.. but Donna voice became weaker.

"Yes my slave you can't resist.'

I.."

"You wish to a loyal slave again."

"Yes."

"Who do you obey."

"You Master Barry."

"Who helped you in your rebellion?"

"David."

"Why slave."

"I promised he would have first shot at all of your female straight clients and could dominate all the other female employees.."

"Anyone else?"

"No I wanted to keep the plan simple."

Cecile was skeptical, "How do we know this is not an act?

"Ye of little faith, " he untied Donna . "Stand up slut." Punch her in the stomach he instructed.

Cecile stood up and threw a quick right. Donna made no attempt to defend and bent double.

"Impressive."

"Now Donna, I want you to spank Casey."

Robotically, Donna obeyed.

They let Casey be humiliated for a few minutes, "Now go on the X frame and secure yourself.

Fascinated, Cecile watch Donna obey every command.

"Now you know why I need mentoring."

Barry snapped his fingers, Donna slowly opened her eyes.

"Master Barry, I didn't ."

He gripped her chin, "Yes you did. Neither talk nor your sexual ability is getting you out of this." He held up her pager. "David is going to be joining this party."

"May I have him, "Cecile asked.

"I'm hurt."

She kissed him, "I meant I don't have any male submissive in my collection for clients.

"Lets see you break him."

**********

David, a tall blond haired man entered the reception area of Casey lair. The first dividend of her portrayal was going to come. Casey had offered a new girl who was sexually talented and other than permanent injury, she was a gift for his to use and abuse.

The slave was on her knees, head down in subservience. Totally nude. On the table near her were plenty of toys.

He gripped her chin, "Very tasty."

"Yes, " a familiar voice said behind. "But you won't get to enjoy her."

As David turned he saw Barry than felt a pain in his balls as Cecile kicked him hard.

Catching his breadth, he now only saw Barry but two restrained woman in bondage he was holding by a leash: Casey and Donna!

"I am out of here."

"You aren't going anywhere," Barry informed him; handing the leash to Cecile.

"Try and stop me," he challenged the slimmer man.

Barry just waited. Finally David charged. V stepping Barry gave him two shots to the ribs.

"Come on Davy" he taunted.

David roared, I'll break you in half."

Ducked his absurdly high kick, Barry reversed wept his enemy to the floor. Quicker than anyone expected, he locked in a triangle choke.

"I give up,!" David screamed.

Barry kept it on. 

"Wait, " Cecile said.

"Why,?"

"Because you said he was going to be mine. Don't damage the goods."

True, why don't you taut your new acquisition in bondage.

"Gladly, "Cecile grabbed some leather cuffs and put her slave arms behind him securing the cuffs. Grabbing a pod. "On your knees.

Davey screamed.

"Weakling" she sneered. She began ripping off his tailor made clothes. "I want my toys naked." Grabbing Casey's leash she lopped around David's cock and secured. Then did the same with Donna forcing both woman to their knees.

"I was very impressed, she kissed Barry. "My champion."

Barry looked at her, "Now lets see you dominate a man and a woman."

To be continued...



Hostile Takeover Ch. 04



"Lets begin," Cecile announced. She began by putting a chastity belt on Casey and a cock ring on David. Than wrapped a rope around the loose end of his prison.

"Face to face my slaves, " she ordered. She than tied a rope around the waist pressing their naked bodies together.

"Donna come over here," Barry said. "Give me a blow job while I watch.'

Cecile began swatting Casey with a large paddle. Each hit reacted with the cock ring casing more pain to David.

"Ow, "

"You are such a wimp," Cecile said scornfully. Looking over to the serviced Barry. "What good is he for?"

"He does have a large tool to please the customers. Not a redeeming personality."

"Like you do, " David retorted. "Ah!"

Cecile jabbed him with the prod, "Silence slave! You don't show disrespect. I see you need more discipline if you are going to serve here."

"Bitch."

She picked up a bullwhip, "No", she said coldly. "You are my bitch." Then she put a ball gag in his mouth. "Too much talk."

Cecile began whipping both their asses with tremendous accuracy. Leaving all sorts of interesting marks.

"Mercy Mistress", Casey pleaded.

"Am I the better woman?" the blond demanded.

"Yes you are a Goddess!"

"Don't be so melodramatic, I am just your Mistress." She looked at David. "This one needs more work.

***************

Cecile released them both from their combined tie and took off the chastity belt, "Now on your knees cunt and wait for my next instruction."

"Yes Mistress."

"Join your sister slave," 'Barry ordered Donna.

"As for you fake man", Cecile yanked on the cock ring driving David to the floor. "Crawl like the worm you are."

Davey with his arms restrained, because moving on his knees.

"No idiot, on your belly. Not a dog, a worm!" Cecile put her knee in his back.

Barry strode over to Casey and Donna and grabbed their hair, "This is what you intended to do with me?"

Neither replied.

"Barry love, " Cecile called, "Please bring a strap on and Casey over to me."

Barry grabbed a big black one and grabbed Casey leash.

"Would you mind helping put it on?"

Barry kissed her as he cinched it tight.

"Now Casey lubricate it," The Mistress ordered.

Barry forced Casey's head down.

"Deep throat it!

Casey gagged.

"Now," a triumphant Cecile said. "David you are my bitch. Prepare to get fucked1"

"No please no!"

"Oh yes, " the tiny dominatrix replied thrusting in. "This is how you a break someone." she said.

"Ah" Davey screamed.

"Shut up worm, I'll regag you."

"Wait' Barry said. He walked over and put a penis gag on Casey. Now open your mouth David as he forced Casey tool in his mouth. Then he spread her ass and went in with his hard cock.

"Oh yes, take it slaves."

"Yes," Cecile cried. As they dominated their property.

After both Doms climaxed. Donna was put in the spit roast.

"You could had had Mistress's Cecile's position," Barry taunted.

"I don't think so, "Cecile objected. "She could not have broken you the way I did David."

*************

A totally beaten naked slave kneeled at his Mistress feet.

Cecile attached a leash to his neck, "What are you?"

"Your slave Mistress Cecile."

"That right now suck slave Donna's pussy."

David began his work.

"Casey."

"Yes Mistress."

"Lick Donna's ass."

The former flamed haired Mistress went to work.

Looking over at Barry, "What do you think?"

"Well done", he complimented her. He held up her hand, "how were you planning to keep them under control?"

"Watch"

"Slaves up!

The trio obeyed.

She grabbed a cock cage and put it on Dave and than grabbed two chastity belts for the female slaves..

"Next weekend is my annual party, " Barry announced. "Where Mistress Cecile will be the guest of honor and you three will be her slave escort."

To be continued.



Hostile Takeover Ch. 05



(Writer note, I've borrowed characters from Amazon Tamed and Frontier Bondage)
 


Barry's annual domination charity event was always well attended. The cause tonight was support for refugees of Islamic terrorism.

Drinks and food were served by a legion of Barry and his special guest's nude slaves. No domination was allowed until the special bidding was over. Among the guests were Paula Davis the environmental guru , her husband Keith and their playmate Greta von Eich. Flying in from Montana was Bonnie Calhoun and her Latin lover Senta. There were also some colleagues and a few hated rivals.

The host spoke in a loud voice, "Thank you for coming this year and your generosity."

Conversation had stopped.

"I'd like to introduce, a newcomer to our ranks and my new partner, "Mistress Cecile Diamond."

Some polite applause, "As the small blond dress in black with ruby earrings took the hand of her friend."

"Has someone finally captured your cold heart? "Paula teased.

"If so," Bonnie chimed in. "You must be impressive."

"Oh I am ," Cecile wickedly replied.

"We have a few surprises tonight and a couple of former associates to deal with.." Barry announced.

Cecile grabbed a leash male slave whose face has been hidden by a hood. With a flourish she removed the hood to showed a naked David.

"Some of you", she began. "May recognize this former assistant Master of this house.." She gave him a hard slap, "he was involved in a rebellion to take over."

"He is now the property of Mistress Cecile, "Barry told the group. "She is auctioning him off for a woman to use as she wills.

"One million " Greta said.

You are a dom tonight?" A surprised Barry asked.

"She has been expanding hew awareness," Keith told him. "She does top on a regular basis, just not with Paula and me."

"Two million," Bonnie said in her western drawl. "You are going to have to pay for this awareness." Bonnie said

The two woman went back and forth, before Greta won with a 10 million bid.

The tall blond grabbed David by his leash. Than she attached a cock ring and chain to his member. "On your knees!"

"Yes Mistress, " he said fearfully.

"This bully, Cecile broke. He did not have the brains to start the rebellion, but was hired muscle. And Greta part of the deal he was going to get to dominate female clients."

So," Cecile added. "Except for injury, please make him suffer."

"I will."

"Number two," the crowd could sense Barry's disgust; as he thrust a female on the floor. Cecile removed her hood.

"What am I bid for my former number 1 Mistress!?"

"10 million, " Bonnie said boldly.

"Keith?"

"Too rich for me."

Anyone else?" Bonnie she's yours for the night."

"Senta."

Her lover used a lasso and quickly hogtied Diana to the delight of the assemblage. With the exception of a scowling woman in the back. Paula had observed it and had edged to the back of the room.

"Now for the finale! Former Mistress Casey!"

"Enough! Mistress Jane strode down the hall. Red haired and voluptuous she walked with purpose. 'How dare you enslave my protégé?!"

"She tried to enslave me, " Barry responded coolly." She is the slave of Mistress Cecile.."

"That midget", she said scornfully.

"This midget has heard enough," Cecile replied. She edge past Barry and without any fear. "Do you challenge me?"

"Challenge? I don't accept challenges, I take what I want." Jane drew a weapon, "Now release Casey and will see who are the slaves."

Before she could react, Paula had performed a quick aikido grab taking the pistol from her hand.

Joining his wife, "It would seem that you have another problem, Barry."

"Yes, my thanks Paula. Cecile and I were going to put Casey up for bid; but I think you should have her."

"Any objections, Mistress Cecile?"

None on my end. But this midget is issuing a challenge to you Jane.. Face me in a fight."

"You dare? You think a mistress of my standing has to accept this." She made to leave. 'This isn't over."

Bonnie stepped in front of her, "Not only will you have to go through Paula and Keith; you have to go through me."

"4 Black belts in this room and enough wealth to ruin you Jane, "Keith noted.

"Wait can we negotiate, " the formerly arrogant Mistress asked.

No penalty, " Cecile said. "You face me woman to woman. Winner take all.."

"Meaning?"

"One of us becomes the other's slave."

Jane had a foot height difference on Cecile, "If I accept no inference?"

Cecile looked at Barry than the group. "No inference."





****************

The room had been cleared and all the slaves had been sent to another chamber. Barry had rewarded them with the opportunities to gang bang their formers Masters David and Donna.

A Master Victor had been selected as neutral arbiter. 

"You ladies have agreed to a contest for dominance, anything goes."

Jane rushed Cecile who stepped to the side, Jane crashed into the table serving table.

"Clumsy, the tiny terror taunted.

Jane suddenly threw a wine glass full of Champaign at Cecile.

The liquid blinded her and Jane took advantage kicking her in the ribs.

"No rules bitch, I'll make you suffer.." She put her breasts on the blonds face smothering her.

This went on for a few minutes and than Jane rose to kick Cecile again. "Barry you will have to trade Casey to get your slut back."

But the cunning Mistress had been playing possum and tripped. her to floor. Twisting the redhead arm behind her. "Submit."

"Never1"

Cecile added a neck pinch.

"Ow!"

"Whose your Mistress?"

"You are!"

Cecile got up.

Jane laughed, "You don't think I am going to be your slave."

"This was broadcast to all the groups and your own dungeon," Barry informed her.

Jane was horrified, "But..."

"Silence slave, " Victor said. "You proven tonight you are no Mistress. " Looking at Barry, "I usually hate your affairs colleague but tonight it was memorable." He looked at Cecile, "As for you Mistress Cecile, I think you will do well."

************

Much later the room was empty except for Barry, Cecile and their new slave Jane.

"A memorable night," Cecile said. And I have a gift for you.

"Which is?"

She grabbed the bound Jane by the hair, "This slut!"

"What can I do with you?." he asked.

Jane did not answer but there was hate in her eyes.

"I have an idea," Barry said. Flicking an intercom. "Paula are you done with slave Casey."

"No sexual energy at all, "Paula replied. "We are done with her."

"Why don't you Keith, Bonnie, Greta and Senta come join us."

As their friends rejoined them, the two other slaves were looking ragged.

Greta looked at Barry, "You said be hard on him."

Paula gave the still naked Greta a big kiss, "That's my girl!"

Bonnie and Senta also nude lead a red marked Donna to her fellow slave. Barry quickly tied his two rebels together in a 69/"No Cumming you two", putting a ball gag in both their mouths.

"Well?" Keith asked

"We are grateful for the assistance tonight. " Would you like to join us in breaking these two permanently?"



To be continued.