The Hands That Lead

A hands on kind of leader…

Meeting

Saturday April 15, 2017

Jenna walked through the office corridors silently as she approached her sisters office, “Tabitha Renolds, CEO” emblazoned on the door.

Jenna knew something was up, she hadn’t heard from her sister in months except through e-mail and those had been strange.  They contained indirect references to work taking up all her time, but no specifics.

She’d dropped in several times to her apartment, but never found her home.  So she’d done the last thing she could think of and had decided to sneak in to her office after hours and find out what was going on.

Jenna opened the door and entered the darkened room, heading over to the desk she sat down and turned on the computer monitor and then entered her sisters username and password, which she didn’t even have to guess as Tabitha had used the same one since they were teenagers.

Selecting different folders and opening the contents seemed to provide little, but she kept at it for several hours.

* * *

“ALERT: After hours login detected.”

Simon looked at his phone and opened the alert, someone was on Tabitha’s computer when they shouldn’t be.

He rolled out of bed and started his laptop, finding the security system and silently enabling the camera on Tabitha’s system.  The image of a young blonde woman started back at his and he recognized her immediately from the phone that sat on Tabitha’s desk.

He’d been sending her fake e-mails for a while, but obviously that was no longer working.  He pulled up the control software and started to setup a new program.

* * *

Jenna checked her watch, three hours and she hadn’t found anything.  She had to leave soon, so she pulled a copy of everything she could on to a USB stick and shut everything down.  She left with no one the wiser and headed back to her apartment.

There she inserted the stick in to her laptop and continued looking for some clue as to her sisters were abouts.

* * *

Three days later Jenna finally closed the files one last time, she’d gone through them dozens of times but had found nothing.

She’d have to go back to the office and talk to someone, find out what was really going on.

After taking a shower and getting dressed, she grabbed her laptop and the USB stick and head back to the company.  Entering the lobby, she walked confidently up to the counter and looked down at the woman behind it.

“I’m here to see Simon.”

“Of course miss, you may go right in.”

Jenna didn’t really pay attention to the fact she didn’t have an appointment, or for that matter even give a last name.  In fact, walking directly to Simon’s office didn’t flag any concern for her either.

She walked right in and closed the door behind her.

“Simon, I want to talk about my sister Tabitha.”

Simon looked up and smiled, “Of course Jenna.  What did you want to say?”

“Sure, I can do that.”

“Good.”

Simon stood up and walked out of his office and Jenna followed behind him, not noticing she had set her computer bag down and left it behind.  He headed to the elevators and then down too the parking garage.  He opened his car door for her and she sat in the passengers seat and he walked around and took the drivers seat.

Half an hour later they were out of the city, driving towards what Jenna knew was a area of extreme wealth.  They pulled up to a large mansion and he walked around and opened the door for her.

She stepped out on to hard surface of the drive way and took a step forward in her high heels before stopping and turning back to Simon who was getting back in the car.

“Aren’t you coming in?” she ask, putting a hand on her hip, pushing her breasts and bum out as the warm sun hit the lace of the black dress and nylons she was wearing.

“No, I’m sure you have lots to talk about with Tabitha, I’ll come back later and pick you up… if it’s necessary.” he replied with a wry smile and then started the car and pulled away.

Jenna walked up the stairs and knocked on the door.  It opened and she was greeted by a butler.

“This way miss.” he said and gestured for her to come in and then he closed the door behind her.  He guided her through the house until he opened another door and let her walk in before him, closing the door after she had.

Behind a desk was an older man, she wanted to say something, but something in the back of her mind told her she should stay quiet until he spoke.

“Ah Jenna I presume.”

“Yes Sir.” she responded, somehow it felt right and wrong at the same time to call him Sir.

“Come over here, let me get a look at you.”

“Of course Sir.”

She strode over to the desk, her heels clicking on the floor as she did so.  She stood beside him, once more taking a provocative pose.

“Very good.  When Simon told me about you, I wasn’t sure you could compare to your sister, but I see he was right once more.  A very bright man that Simon, don’t you think so?”

“Oh yes Sir.  Simon is an amazing person.”

“So tell me Jenna, why are you here?” he asked, pushing his chair back and patting his lap.

Jenna knew what he wanted and promptly sat down, “I’m here for my sister Sir.  As your trophy wife she has an very important job but she may not always be able to provide for all of your needs.  I’m here to be your mistress and ensure *all* of your needs are taken care of Sir.”

“Very good, why don’t you join Tabby then and take care of my most pressing need right now.” he said and gestured to the foot well of his desk.

Jenna looked down and saw her sister kneeing under the desk, an eager smile plaster across her face as she licked her lips seductively.

Jenna slide down off of his lap and backed her way in to the foot well beside her sister, turning her head to her she leaned in and planted a kiss on her sisters lips.

Then, in unison, they turned their heads forward and crawled slightly forward to take care of the pressing need that Jenna had felt against her ass just moments before.

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