Out on a Limb...

May the 21st 2004 I entered the building, a large office affair of steel and glass. It's cold and sterile exterior mirrored the sharp lines of the lobby, yet it was enticing and powerful in a stark and modern way. I felt comfortable there as my heels clicked on the high gloss floor. I wore a woman's business suit, the skirt slit but knee-length, the jacket custom tailored to fit my figure, the lapels the season's perfect cut. I wore a starched white shirt with a deep gray tie. My hair was pulled back in a severe bun and my glasses had frames of darkest navy. I was ALL business as I strode to the elevators. I received more than a few looks when I got into the lift, giving each a cursory glance and then ignoring them. I had more important matters on my mind. I was out for the shark's blood. Usually it was he who sliced and diced companies like so much butter on a plate. Not today. Today I would be the one slicing and dicing. I straightened my jacket as we got to the floor and made sure that I had an all-business appearance. I strode from the lift as the doors opened, ready for battle. He'd gone beyond my orders one time too many. The Wallace merger was over the top. He thought he could gun for new accounts on his own, he was sadly mistaken. I headed straight for his office, the staff and those in cubicles, stood and stared as I passed. I must have made quite a stir. I'm a beautiful, powerful woman. Any of the men and many of the women wished they could know me better. They may, someday. For today, I had to deal with this egomaniacal worm whom I'd graciously taken in a while back as a favor for my aunt. Rubbish on that now. He'd gone too far. I simply did not trust him to run this section of my companies. I needed more loyal and more intelligent men than this fop. I reached the door to his office and apparently someone was just on the phone alerting him when I simply walked in. I would not be announced to one of MY managers. As I entered the room, in one bizarre sweep of his arm, he pushed the donuts into the rubbish bin, the coffee moved to his other side, the ashtray covered with a file and the television, usually used for presentations, turned to the sports channel. I laughed at his audacity, picked up the file and picked up the cigarette sitting there, lit. I took a drag and inhaled, letting the smoke drift out slowly, lingering around my face. He watched, in mid hang-up, his jaw to his lap, as he tried to stand up. His reaction to my smoking was instant and I noticed the hard-on he sported as he tried to hide it. He stuttered and fumbled as I held his eye, making him sweat. I smoked the last of it and put it out. I looked directly at him and asked him outright what exactly he thought he was doing and did he think a take over was imminent. He looked completely stunned. I moved around the desk, pushed him out of the way with my hip and began to tap keys on his computer. I lifted five different emails I'd intercepted with his plans to eliminate my voting shares from the company by garnering the support of the shareholders, whom together owned forty-eight percent. He was seriously mistaken in his assumptions about my response. He had suddenly grown a very trapped look. Staring at the computer screen, he realized he'd been caught red handed. His eyes darted from the screen to me and back to the screen. I looked down at him, taking hold of his tie. I half pulled him out of his chair, whispering that I fully intended to fire him unless he could figure out a way to redeem himself. He looked genuinely scared as I sat on the edge of the desk and knew he had a full view up my skirt. I put my high-heeled shoe against his crotch, resting my spike heel on the cushion, just south of his testicles. He looked down at my shoe there, looked back up at me and I watched his erection grow harder in his suit pants. He opened and closed his mouth, but no sound came out. I told him to take his time. He made a valiant effort to compose himself and find his comfort zone in all of this. I continued to hold steady pressure with my high-heeled shoe against his scrotum, the seat of his power, so-to-speak. He absolutely couldn't resist his own impulses and he reached down and took hold of my foot. I arched a brow as I watched him remove it. He began massaging my feet and I nearly lost it right there. I shivered and pushed him back, the castors on his chair careening him away from the desk. I stood up and put my shoe back on, going over to him and taking hold of his Countess Mara tie. He winced as I gripped it, pulling him to a standing position. I told him to stay put and I went over to the door. I locked it, not caring who heard me. It was my company after all. I moved back to him, pushing him over the desk. He looked shocked again. He knew he'd completely lost control of his senses and he stayed bent over the desk. I reached around him and undid his belt, zipper and button, pulling his trousers down around his ankles. Still he didn't move. Pathetic. I took scissors from the left desk drawer and cut his underwear from him. He swallowed uncontrollably when I lay the scissors along his ass cheek, letting him feel the cold steel. I never know what I might do at any given time and I definitely wanted to play with this moment. As I looked around for what I needed, I explained exactly what was going to happen and what his part in it was. I let him know that his job would remain safe on more than a few hard conditions and if he agreed, he stood a good chance of making it to the top. I finally spied what I was looking for…his cell phone recharger. I went and unplugged it from the wall, doubling the cord and testing it for movement. Satisfied, I positioned myself to his side and raised my arm, bringing the cord down like a thin hard whip, on his buttocks. He groaned in pain and pushed his erection harder against the desk. I whipped him with the thin double cord again. He winces and drew in a quick breath, hissing in the quiet of the office. He knew that to make a sound beyond what the others could hear, would be career suicide. Bad enough they could faintly hear what "might" sound like cord on skin. I laughed out loud, bringing the whip down on his backside again. This time he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, as the very tip of my cord snapped against the skin of his scrotum, between his legs. I thought he was going to die on that very spot. His face turned red, his eyes welled up with tears and you would have sworn he was going to pass out from the pain. I dragged my nails across his bottom where the cord had left painful welts. He winced, sucking in breath again, still stunned from the accidental blow to his balls. I smacked his ass hard and hauled his trousers up. Without benefit of underwear, those welts were going to hurt with that wool material rubbing on them all day. I grabbed his tie again and lowered him into his chair. His erection strained so hard at his pants that pre-cum drops had soaked the front of his trousers. God, he was a mess. I laughed again, smacking his erection hard. I assured him that he would remember my rules. If he broke them again, I promised him he wouldn't like the "company's policy". I urged him to consider carefully before he crossed me again. I picked up my bag, straightened my clothing and turned to him before I opened the door. I told him that he was free to jerk his meat before the meeting in a quarter hour, but that he'd better be ready to service me after the meeting. That was part of the condition list. He could take it or leave it. I wanted his mouth busy on my cunt instead of flapping about take-overs. He took the deal. I lifted my skirt, rubbed my fingers in my wetness and put them to my lips, sucking my own juices from them. I moaned at how delicious it was and let my skirt drop. Winking at him, I opened the door and left his office. I heard the hissing of whispers all around me as I left the floor. Let them talk. This was MY company.