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I sipped my beer as I gazed around yard. Matt Thompson had thrown a barbecue for the executive level staff at the company, so his backyard was filled with dozens of co-workers. I leaned back against an oak in the shade watching my co-workers mingle and booze in the late summer sun.
Being the wholesome prick that he was, Thompson made it kid friendly, too. While the adults preferred to stay dry, the in-ground pool on the west side was filled with grade-schoolers in the shallower end. Much splashing and shouting emanated therefrom.
The deep end was dominated by teenage set. Girls in bikinis lounged on towels, soaking up the sun. Their male counterparts were engaged in a fierce game of water basketball in the deep end.
Personally I couldn't stand Thompson. I'd had a nice thing going before he took over as Vice President of Accounts about five years ago. My then supervisor had been a sweet, clueless old man who I'd easily conned into letting me do just about anything. Donaldson thought I was this earnest young man eager to learn from him. Ha! I robbed the place blind for years right under his nose. Hell, I even knocked a dozen strokes off my golf game on company time.
Then Thompson showed up and totally screwed my entire system. The little goody two shoes was soon butting his nose all over the place. Soon almost all the stuff I did for fun became taboo. Even wound up having to take a sexual harassment class because apparently putting your hand on a secretary's ass wasn't politically correct any more. Fucking bullshit.
I put up with his meddlesome ways for a year before I started looking for ways to get rid of him. Unfortunately , Thompson didn't make it easy. He was a squeaky clean guy, so there wasn't much dirt to find. He also managed to save the company some serious dough with his new cost controls, so the board of directors loved him. Consequently, they'd likely bend over backwards to help the guy rather than cut him loose. I'd need something serious to get him removed.
By the time I found some juicy leverage, the whole thing started to become moot. Scuttlebutt had it that Stevens was going to retire next year from the northwest regional office and that Thompson was on the short list to succeed him. So I kept my mouth shut, he'd get promoted and move to the Oregon - a thousand miles away. Problem solved - if I could bear him for another year.
Oh, I really wanted to stick it to that prick. But I knew what I had wasn't foolproof. Oh, it'd definitely cause a stink and cost him the promotion. But what if the Board thought losing the promotion was sufficient punishment? They might keep Thompson around rather than fire him. If I used my leverage, I risked him sticking around to annoy my for years to come. Not worth it.
Still, I wanted to get some measure of payback from the guy before he left. Having to put in a full 40 hours each week sucked. I couldn't even hit on the secretaries anymore. Thompson was owed some payback for screwing things up for me.
Then it occurred to me that I didn't necessarily have to use my leverage against Thompson directly. And when it came to getting my pound of flesh, who better than Lia Thompson?
Lia was the eldest of the Thompson children. She'd been just a spindly 13-year-old when I first met her - cute, but hardly worth notice. In the intervening years, she'd blossomed into something incredible. Both her parents were tall, so no surprise that she shot up like a weed. By the time she was a junior in high school, she was a statuesque 5'8". This gave her a stellar pair of legs that terminated in a delightfully rounded ass. She shared her mother's blue eyes and pale blonde hair; she wore it long, the platinum waves cascading down past the middle of her back.
However, the feature which first attracted my attention was her rack. At first Lia had little more than mosquito bites on her chest, but within the space of a year her boobs were easily the size of her mother's. Each subsequent year, her breasts continued to expand outward. Exactly how much became harder to tell, because Lia began dressing in attire that deemphasized her bosom. Even now she was the one teenage girl by the pool in a conservative one-piece rather than a bikini. But even her full coverage suit couldn't completely hide those massive tits. Of course, given that she looked huge already, the knowledge that her loose clothing and minimizer bras might be masking inches more of her delightful orbs.... My cock started to stiffen just thinking about it.
Plus, it'd been over a decade since I'd bedded a teenager. I'd done pretty well for myself in my day, but the thrill of dating a football player fades pretty fast unless he's in the NFL. I had the height and bulk for it, but never the speed of a pro. I'd done okay with women in the decades since my glory days, but my days of attracting youthful female attention were largely behind me. I did better closer to my age group - particularly recent divorcees looking to sow some oats.
But the guys in the deep end of the pool were all lean and trim. You could probably grate cheese on their ridged bellies. Meanwhile a couple decades heavy on alcohol and light on sit-ups meant my abs had long ago been hidden. Little wonder why the eyes of the teenage females - as well as some of the women my age - kept drifting towards these young Turks.
But I didn't plan to use my looks to get Lia. She was now a high school senior; that made yet old enough to consent, but young enough to intimidate. She also appeared to be every bit the goody two shoes her father was. I was gambling that she'd do anything to protect dear old dad from the blackmail material I had.
I waited till I was able to get the teenager by herself at the party so I wouldn't be overhead. "Lia? Remember me? Jacob Trask - I'm the VP of Sales at the company. That's right. Say, if you've got a minute, there's something I'd like to talk with you about. Why don't we step over there where we can talk in private?"
I sipped my beer as I gazed around yard. Matt Thompson had thrown a barbecue for the executive level staff at the company, so his backyard was filled with dozens of co-workers. I leaned back against an oak in the shade watching my co-workers mingle and booze in the late summer sun.
Being the wholesome prick that he was, Thompson made it kid friendly, too. While the adults preferred to stay dry, the in-ground pool on the west side was filled with grade-schoolers in the shallower end. Much splashing and shouting emanated therefrom.
The deep end was dominated by teenage set. Girls in bikinis lounged on towels, soaking up the sun. Their male counterparts were engaged in a fierce game of water basketball in the deep end.
Personally I couldn't stand Thompson. I'd had a nice thing going before he took over as Vice President of Accounts about five years ago. My then supervisor had been a sweet, clueless old man who I'd easily conned into letting me do just about anything. Donaldson thought I was this earnest young man eager to learn from him. Ha! I robbed the place blind for years right under his nose. Hell, I even knocked a dozen strokes off my golf game on company time.
Then Thompson showed up and totally screwed my entire system. The little goody two shoes was soon butting his nose all over the place. Soon almost all the stuff I did for fun became taboo. Even wound up having to take a sexual harassment class because apparently putting your hand on a secretary's ass wasn't politically correct any more. Fucking bullshit.
I put up with his meddlesome ways for a year before I started looking for ways to get rid of him. Unfortunately , Thompson didn't make it easy. He was a squeaky clean guy, so there wasn't much dirt to find. He also managed to save the company some serious dough with his new cost controls, so the board of directors loved him. Consequently, they'd likely bend over backwards to help the guy rather than cut him loose. I'd need something serious to get him removed.
By the time I found some juicy leverage, the whole thing started to become moot. Scuttlebutt had it that Stevens was going to retire next year from the northwest regional office and that Thompson was on the short list to succeed him. So I kept my mouth shut, he'd get promoted and move to the Oregon - a thousand miles away. Problem solved - if I could bear him for another year.
Oh, I really wanted to stick it to that prick. But I knew what I had wasn't foolproof. Oh, it'd definitely cause a stink and cost him the promotion. But what if the Board thought losing the promotion was sufficient punishment? They might keep Thompson around rather than fire him. If I used my leverage, I risked him sticking around to annoy my for years to come. Not worth it.
Still, I wanted to get some measure of payback from the guy before he left. Having to put in a full 40 hours each week sucked. I couldn't even hit on the secretaries anymore. Thompson was owed some payback for screwing things up for me.
Then it occurred to me that I didn't necessarily have to use my leverage against Thompson directly. And when it came to getting my pound of flesh, who better than Lia Thompson?
Lia was the eldest of the Thompson children. She'd been just a spindly 13-year-old when I first met her - cute, but hardly worth notice. In the intervening years, she'd blossomed into something incredible. Both her parents were tall, so no surprise that she shot up like a weed. By the time she was a junior in high school, she was a statuesque 5'8". This gave her a stellar pair of legs that terminated in a delightfully rounded ass. She shared her mother's blue eyes and pale blonde hair; she wore it long, the platinum waves cascading down past the middle of her back.
However, the feature which first attracted my attention was her rack. At first Lia had little more than mosquito bites on her chest, but within the space of a year her boobs were easily the size of her mother's. Each subsequent year, her breasts continued to expand outward. Exactly how much became harder to tell, because Lia began dressing in attire that deemphasized her bosom. Even now she was the one teenage girl by the pool in a conservative one-piece rather than a bikini. But even her full coverage suit couldn't completely hide those massive tits. Of course, given that she looked huge already, the knowledge that her loose clothing and minimizer bras might be masking inches more of her delightful orbs.... My cock started to stiffen just thinking about it.
Plus, it'd been over a decade since I'd bedded a teenager. I'd done pretty well for myself in my day, but the thrill of dating a football player fades pretty fast unless he's in the NFL. I had the height and bulk for it, but never the speed of a pro. I'd done okay with women in the decades since my glory days, but my days of attracting youthful female attention were largely behind me. I did better closer to my age group - particularly recent divorcees looking to sow some oats.
But the guys in the deep end of the pool were all lean and trim. You could probably grate cheese on their ridged bellies. Meanwhile a couple decades heavy on alcohol and light on sit-ups meant my abs had long ago been hidden. Little wonder why the eyes of the teenage females - as well as some of the women my age - kept drifting towards these young Turks.
But I didn't plan to use my looks to get Lia. She was now a high school senior; that made yet old enough to consent, but young enough to intimidate. She also appeared to be every bit the goody two shoes her father was. I was gambling that she'd do anything to protect dear old dad from the blackmail material I had.
I waited till I was able to get the teenager by herself at the party so I wouldn't be overhead. "Lia? Remember me? Jacob Trask - I'm the VP of Sales at the company. That's right. Say, if you've got a minute, there's something I'd like to talk with you about. Why don't we step over there where we can talk in private?"
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