Fuck it was so humiliating!
Her she was, at her own company’s event and she was dressed like some kind of slut with this stupid shirt on.
“Hey Karen.” a familiar voice said to to her right and she turned her head to see Jay’s smiling face staring down at her.
Shit.
“Hello, please leave a message after the tone and I will get back to you as soon as I can… beeeeeep” she said because it was the only thing she could say at the moment.
Jay chuckled a little and then nodded, “Sure, ah, why don’t you cluck like a chicken.”
She paused for a moment and then parted her lips again, “Bawwwwk…bawk… baaawwwkk!” she let out and then turned away from him hoping he would just move on.
To her surprise he did, leaving her to dread the next person that would walk up and leave another message for her that she’d have to follow.
However, something even worse happened, Ron sat down across from her.
Ron was her Chief Technology Officer, or more accurately had been her CTO, as he was now the CEO instead of her.
“Hey Karen, how many messages have you had so far?” he asked.
She wanted to shout at him to fuck off, but instead her voice betrayed her with a simple, “Twelve saved messages. Press one to play them, press 2 to erase them.”
Of course the keypad was her nipples.
“Not bad, when you get to twenty come and find me.” he said and then simply walked off.
She tried desperately to toss her espresso cup at him, but her body simply refused to obey. She did manage to let out a little sigh, which at least felt like something.
It was bad enough that he played these little games with her, but she knew it was going to get worse.
Six months ago, when she’d still been CEO, she’d berated Ron on an almost daily basis. He wasn’t getting things done fast enough, cheaply enough, good enough. They were all lies of course, he was the best CTO she could have hoped for, but he was a misogynistic bastard and she wanted him gone.
The problem was she had not actual reason to fire him. He was always respectful in the office, never stepped out of line, always delivered his projects on time and on budget… which made it even more infuriating to her.
During on of her final rants to him she’d said the phrase “You must thing I’m out of my mind if you thing you’re going to get away with that” and he’d seemed stunned in to silence, made his excuses to leave, and hurried out of her office. She’d been so happy that she’d managed to get the better of him, but looking back on it, she knew that it had been the inspiration for his crowing achievement.
A week later he’d brought in some screwy looking, spaghetti mess of wires and components, to her office with absolute glee. She’d opened her mouth to get the mess off her desk, but he’d simply barreled over her and insisted she see the demonstration before saying anything.
Twenty minutes later her mind was empty and he was filling it with all kinds of new things.
A week later she’d turned over control of the company to him.
Two weeks later she was in the salon getting a complete makeover.
Three weeks later she was buying a complete new wardrobe.
Four weeks later she was sitting in front of his office as his new personal assistant.
In the months that followed she had sucked and fucked just about every man in the office… and licked every pussy to boot.
Every few weeks though, Ron liked to play games with her, giving her a set of rules to follow that she couldn’t disobey. The “please leave a message” game was one of his favorites, and with the entire company having seen his device’s demonstration by now, he was able to play it out in front of everyone.
“Hi Karen.” Lisa’s voice said from her side and she turned to look at the mousy little accountant that she’d terrorized for the last several years.
“Hello, please leave a message after the tone and I will get back to you as soon as I can… beeeeeep” she replied.
Lisa’s lips curled into a wicked grin, “I need you in the bathroom right away to lick my pussy and tell me how much you love being my little carpet munching slut.”
A shiver ran through Karen’s body as she stood up and followed along behind Lisa as they headed to the bathroom. It wouldn’t be the first time she liked Lisa’s pussy, and might not even be the last time today, but all she could thing about was that it was message number thirteen… just seven more to go.
Hopefully then Ron would wipe her mind clean and she could start all over again.
