Closed for mouthwatering
My phone trilled, so I slapped it to speakerphone mode. “Yes?”
"Your 5 o'clock is here, Mr. Trask."
"Thank you, Colleen. Show her back, please."
I leaned back into my well-worn leather chair. A few moments later, my secretary’s standard three knocks rattled against at the door. When they came, I knock at my door. After a moment, the door opened just wide enough for Colleen's brunette curls and big doe eyes to glance in. "Mr. Trask? Sofia Marlow to see you. "
I motioned for her to come in. She swung the door wide and stepped aside to let my guest inside. At my height, most women outside the WNBA seem short, but even Colleen’s 5’6” frame seemed tall next to her diminutive companion.
"Miss Marlow, do come in," I said with a broad smile. "Colleen, it's after 5 and I don't expect I'll need anything else today. You can leave."
Colleen's curls bobbed. "Yes, Mr. Trask." The door shut behind her.
Sofia Marlow gave a polite smile and strode towards one of the comfortable chairs in front of my oak desk. She was quite beautiful, even for one so young. Long wavy tresses of pale gold were loosely confined into a loose ponytail. Her eyes were a scintillating green and had a warmth to them that bespoke puppy dogs and sunflowers.
Of course, what really tugged at my attention was found lower down. Sofia's entry into the room was preceded by several inches of some of the most delectable bosom I'd ever laid eyes on. I'd slept with some busty women in my time, but this teenager was definitely not finding her cup size at Victoria's Secret. Her blouse wasn't unduly snug, but it'd be hard to conceal curves like that beneath anything more revealing than a trench coat.
Her waist seemed impossibly slender by comparison, particularly since she had a pleasing swell to her hips as well. She was a top-heavy hourglass, but definitely an hourglass.
I constrained my male instinct to ogle. Now was not the time. Instead, I maintained eye contact as she settled into her chair. "Miss Marlow, I asked you to come in to discuss your application for the company scholarship program." The company had long offered academic scholarships for children of its employees. With good high school grades, a recipient could receive a fairly substantial amount towards defraying the cost of tuition. Human Resources managed most of it, but this Board wanted a senior executive to oversee it. After Jenkins retired a few years back, I'd drawn the short straw.
"I see by your application that you'll be applying to some top notch schools this fall. With your academic record, I'm sure the odds are strongly in favor of your admission."
She smiled. She had dimples. Cute.
"Of course, good schools charge sizable tuitions, so I'm sure your family would certainly appreciate the company scholarship paying for a chunk of that. I paused and let my smile drop. "Unfortunately, some information has come to light that could well derail your ability to afford these schools."
I could see the confusion rise in her face. Good. Keep her off balance and she would be easier to manipulate.
I slid an file folder across the desk. She had to lean forward to read it, her breasts nearly brushing the desktop as she did so.
"That's a copy of documentation we're required by federal law to submit every quarter to the EPA certifying our compliance. For the past three years that's been Richard's - your father's job to complete, so you'll find his signature at the bottom of every one attesting to their accuracy. The highlighted portions are where I've identified that he has also been misreporting certain information. Now personally I figure that Richard did it because his fancy MBA doesn't mean he understands how a factory works. But if the EPA and the DoJ catch wind of this,they're not going to let your father claim ignorance as an excuse. They're going to call it falsification of data, failure to report, and fraud. That means millions in fines to the company and maybe a short stint in federal prison for him.”
Now I really had her attention. "Now obviously the company couldn't give a scholarship to the daughter of a felon, so you would lose that. With your father in prison, I imagine your family finances would be pretty tight, too. You might never be able to afford any of the colleges on your list."
Sofia looked shocked and confused. In a couple of minutes, I had blown up her entire future. I gave her just long enough to stew and then interrupted before she could start asking questions. "Fortunately, all is not lost for you yet.* If we work together, we can prevent your father's mistakes from ever coming to light. Now the federal agency that oversees these reports gets a thousand of them every quarter because some Massachusetts liberal got up in arms about Chesapeake clams or some nonsense and pushed through a bill mandating every manufacturer handling any of a few dozen chemicals file these damn things. I bet they all get stuck in giant file cabinet and forgotten about as soon as they arrive. So chances are they'll never notice unless someone tells them to look for the mistakes."
"Consequently, you and I can keep your college future on track and your father out of jail if we can keep this under wraps.
I grinned maliciously. “That part is easy. I'm the only one who knows about the mistakes. So all I need is a reason not to turn your father in."
The leather in my chair creaked as I leaned back and folded my hands across my gut. "So you must be asking yourself why I’m not having this conversation with Richard.” I shrugged. “Quite simply, he doesn't have anything I want. I make more than he does, so I don't need his money. I outrank him, so I don't need his power. I think he's a pompous windbag, so I don't need his friendship."
I leaned forward and pointed a thick forefinger at her. “But you, Sofia, do have several things I want. You've got a delicious pair of big tits, an ass that won't quit, and I'm betting a tight little pussy. I want to fuck you six ways from Sunday till you can hardly walk."
I felt a weird sense of elation at how shocking my words were to her. I grinned and continued. "So here's my proposal: I'm going to hold onto this information for the next year. By then, statute of limitations probably puts your father clear of most of it and you'll be on to college. But during that year, you become my personal sex toy. You keep my libido satisfied during that time, you get your dream life. You don't, I make that phone call to the feds, and your shiny happy future goes bye-bye.
"What is it going to be, Miss Marlow?"
My phone trilled, so I slapped it to speakerphone mode. “Yes?”
"Your 5 o'clock is here, Mr. Trask."
"Thank you, Colleen. Show her back, please."
I leaned back into my well-worn leather chair. A few moments later, my secretary’s standard three knocks rattled against at the door. When they came, I knock at my door. After a moment, the door opened just wide enough for Colleen's brunette curls and big doe eyes to glance in. "Mr. Trask? Sofia Marlow to see you. "
I motioned for her to come in. She swung the door wide and stepped aside to let my guest inside. At my height, most women outside the WNBA seem short, but even Colleen’s 5’6” frame seemed tall next to her diminutive companion.
"Miss Marlow, do come in," I said with a broad smile. "Colleen, it's after 5 and I don't expect I'll need anything else today. You can leave."
Colleen's curls bobbed. "Yes, Mr. Trask." The door shut behind her.
Sofia Marlow gave a polite smile and strode towards one of the comfortable chairs in front of my oak desk. She was quite beautiful, even for one so young. Long wavy tresses of pale gold were loosely confined into a loose ponytail. Her eyes were a scintillating green and had a warmth to them that bespoke puppy dogs and sunflowers.
Of course, what really tugged at my attention was found lower down. Sofia's entry into the room was preceded by several inches of some of the most delectable bosom I'd ever laid eyes on. I'd slept with some busty women in my time, but this teenager was definitely not finding her cup size at Victoria's Secret. Her blouse wasn't unduly snug, but it'd be hard to conceal curves like that beneath anything more revealing than a trench coat.
Her waist seemed impossibly slender by comparison, particularly since she had a pleasing swell to her hips as well. She was a top-heavy hourglass, but definitely an hourglass.
I constrained my male instinct to ogle. Now was not the time. Instead, I maintained eye contact as she settled into her chair. "Miss Marlow, I asked you to come in to discuss your application for the company scholarship program." The company had long offered academic scholarships for children of its employees. With good high school grades, a recipient could receive a fairly substantial amount towards defraying the cost of tuition. Human Resources managed most of it, but this Board wanted a senior executive to oversee it. After Jenkins retired a few years back, I'd drawn the short straw.
"I see by your application that you'll be applying to some top notch schools this fall. With your academic record, I'm sure the odds are strongly in favor of your admission."
She smiled. She had dimples. Cute.
"Of course, good schools charge sizable tuitions, so I'm sure your family would certainly appreciate the company scholarship paying for a chunk of that. I paused and let my smile drop. "Unfortunately, some information has come to light that could well derail your ability to afford these schools."
I could see the confusion rise in her face. Good. Keep her off balance and she would be easier to manipulate.
I slid an file folder across the desk. She had to lean forward to read it, her breasts nearly brushing the desktop as she did so.
"That's a copy of documentation we're required by federal law to submit every quarter to the EPA certifying our compliance. For the past three years that's been Richard's - your father's job to complete, so you'll find his signature at the bottom of every one attesting to their accuracy. The highlighted portions are where I've identified that he has also been misreporting certain information. Now personally I figure that Richard did it because his fancy MBA doesn't mean he understands how a factory works. But if the EPA and the DoJ catch wind of this,they're not going to let your father claim ignorance as an excuse. They're going to call it falsification of data, failure to report, and fraud. That means millions in fines to the company and maybe a short stint in federal prison for him.”
Now I really had her attention. "Now obviously the company couldn't give a scholarship to the daughter of a felon, so you would lose that. With your father in prison, I imagine your family finances would be pretty tight, too. You might never be able to afford any of the colleges on your list."
Sofia looked shocked and confused. In a couple of minutes, I had blown up her entire future. I gave her just long enough to stew and then interrupted before she could start asking questions. "Fortunately, all is not lost for you yet.* If we work together, we can prevent your father's mistakes from ever coming to light. Now the federal agency that oversees these reports gets a thousand of them every quarter because some Massachusetts liberal got up in arms about Chesapeake clams or some nonsense and pushed through a bill mandating every manufacturer handling any of a few dozen chemicals file these damn things. I bet they all get stuck in giant file cabinet and forgotten about as soon as they arrive. So chances are they'll never notice unless someone tells them to look for the mistakes."
"Consequently, you and I can keep your college future on track and your father out of jail if we can keep this under wraps.
I grinned maliciously. “That part is easy. I'm the only one who knows about the mistakes. So all I need is a reason not to turn your father in."
The leather in my chair creaked as I leaned back and folded my hands across my gut. "So you must be asking yourself why I’m not having this conversation with Richard.” I shrugged. “Quite simply, he doesn't have anything I want. I make more than he does, so I don't need his money. I outrank him, so I don't need his power. I think he's a pompous windbag, so I don't need his friendship."
I leaned forward and pointed a thick forefinger at her. “But you, Sofia, do have several things I want. You've got a delicious pair of big tits, an ass that won't quit, and I'm betting a tight little pussy. I want to fuck you six ways from Sunday till you can hardly walk."
I felt a weird sense of elation at how shocking my words were to her. I grinned and continued. "So here's my proposal: I'm going to hold onto this information for the next year. By then, statute of limitations probably puts your father clear of most of it and you'll be on to college. But during that year, you become my personal sex toy. You keep my libido satisfied during that time, you get your dream life. You don't, I make that phone call to the feds, and your shiny happy future goes bye-bye.
"What is it going to be, Miss Marlow?"
