Late night board meeting, Intern Optional (closed)

[GypsyGirl84]

Name: Tara Pennington
Age: 21
Height: 1.78 m
Weight: 58 kg
Measurements: 34DD-24-34
Description: (Visual Reference) Tara is the epitome of poise, conducting herself in a dignified and graceful fashion in manner, movement and speech. As an intern, she is a great favorite at meetings with visitors, not only for her quiet beauty and friendly nature, but also for the air of calmness she lends to the meeting, simply by passing out binders or serving coffee. As the grandniece to one of the firm's biggest clients, she has been put unofficially "off limits" to the firm's more predatory employees. As such, Tara is innocently unaware of the effect she sometimes has on the firm's male employees.

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Tara was sitting in the outer office of the CEO, occasional trading smiles with his receptionist. Tara got along well with the older woman, who would occasionally joke to Tara about Tara's 'sexy outfits,' the joke being that Tara's outfits were anything but sexy. For example, today Tara was wearing a long sleeve silverish gray blouse, over which she wore a pink sleeveless sweater. The dark gray skirt that Tara wore along with this reached to just below her knees. The receptionist found it refreshing that no one ever had to lecture Tara about the dress code.

It was almost five p.m. on a Friday evening, and Tara wondered what the CEO wanted to see her about at such a late hour. Not that she had any plans for the weekend. Her parents and grandparents were up at the family's very posh cabin for the weekend and, until college started in a month, Tara's friends were scattered across the four corners of the map. All tonight held was leftover Chinese food and online Spades.

 

[umyes]

Henry Morton
6'4"
54 years
recently divorced father of four
sworn off sex after getting caught with the nanny, for a third time
focused on work, getting a better divorce settlement

Leaning back in his chair, Henry rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock. The board had suggested drinks upstairs but he was unsure if he should. So recently, he learned that after about the third gin, he was looking for a bad girl with money problems. "Oh, well, one would be fine. Maybe there's news about the merger." He thought. "I"ll send Tara out for some ice and a bottle. Maybe she'll enjoy the chat." Paging his secretary for Tara, his mind drifted to the kids activities this weekend, work meetings and before he knew it the door opened. When he saw her, his pants tightened and he had to remain seated in order to not embarrass himself.

 

[GypsyGirl84]

"Good afternoon, Mr. Morton," Tara said to her boss in a pleasant contralto voice as she entered his office. She had heard rumors concerning Mr. Morton's divorce, but she didn't let them bother her. Mr. Morton had never been anything but professional with her. If anything, Mr. Morton was one of those people who was focused on work and nothing else when he entered the building. "Was there something you wanted me to do before I left for the day, or was there something for next week?" she asked.

 

[umyes]

"It's great to see you Ms. Pennington. Listen the other execs and I were going to have a relaxing drink upstairs. Would you get a nice bottle, something old, and some ice? Also, maybe you could join us. I think you should start knowing how big business really runs, besides it will be nice to spend time with someone other than my children, or divorce lawyers. Do you like gin?" Taking the large bills from my hand I get an illicit thrill, noticing Tara's curves, smelling her perfume and catching her eye. Lingering with the cash, I make her snatch it from my closed hand and giggle, "Hurry now, we're thirsty." I enjoy watching her stomp out in elegant heels and well done hair.

 

[GypsyGirl84]

Gin Tara thought, her nose wrinkling in distaste as she headed out of Mr. Morton's office and down to the lobby. At her grandfather's insistence, she had tasted it once, and once was all she needed. She definitely wouldn't be trying gin a second time! Of course, Tara was pretty much a teetotaler most of the time, so when she drank, it had to be something she enjoyed the taste of, and that was certainly not gin!

As Tara left the lobby, she was unaware of the second and third glances she was getting. Even in her conservative outfit, with her feminine curves, her long hair draped around her shoulders, and her fashionable yet tasteful heels emphasizing her legs, she was certain worth more than a first look!

Tara headed straight to a nearby upscale liquor store that the firm had an account with. It was the only place in town that Tara never got carded, because she was always running into the store to pick up bottles of this and that for various executives and other employees too busy to buy for themselves before they went home.

"My best customer," an older woman's voice laughed as she entered the store. "And never touches a drop of it herself."

"Not true, Edna," Tara laughed back. "I loved that Muscato that you suggested. I had two whole glasses a month ago."

"What a lush," Edna shot back with a chuckle. "So what are you picking up today?"

"Gin for Mr. Morton," Tara replied, putting down the bills Mr. Morton had given her on the counter. Tara decided that gin must be one of those things you have to be middle-aged to acquire a taste for, because she certainly didn't like it.

"I know his brand," Edna replied, taking the bills and then heading out to the shelves. In a few minutes, Edna returned with the appropriate bottle. "Any big plans for the weekend?"

"Nope. Just waiting for college to start up," Tara replied, as she took her change.

"If you get too bored, stop by tomorrow and I'll let you taste a couple of bottles I got from a vineyard in Argentina," Edna invited.

"Deal!" Tara replied, as she left the store and headed back to the firm's offices. She thought Mr. Morton was nice in inviting her to sit in on an after hours board meeting, even if he had been kind of weird when he had been making her snatch the money from his hands, like she was ten or something. A good deal of Tara's time as an intern was taken up running errands like this, herding the children of executives when they showed up at the office, and such. So she appreciated the rest of the time when she did or watched stuff that she was expecting to do when she took this internship. Cutting through the firm's lobby with bottle in hand, she entered the elevator and pressed the button to take her up to the boardroom.

 

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As Henry left his office, he couldn't believe his nine year old son, and eleven year old daughter had asked him who Tara was. "You know Daddy, that lady you talk about in the shower." Had he really let her name slip as he took a few moments for some rare pleasure? "Damn" he thought, "better reign that in!" She was attractive, and a nice image to use for "showertime" but he didn't need for his kids to know about it, especially if they let Tara know.

Up the stairs and into the hallway, he caught Tara getting off the elevator. She was so young, and so fit, he had a hard time concentrating. "Great job T!" he laughed.
He took the bottle from her and took a chance: "Keep the large bills, Tara, you earned it, besides, you're worth it!"
She blushed hard. Geez, he thought, he felt like he was paying for something else! And he was fully clothed! "Oh, listen, I was just kidding." He stumbled and held the board room door for her.
"Come on, let's talk business, and take some time to relax. You learn a lot. Keep your eyes open!"

 

[GypsyGirl84]

Tara blushed brightly, thinking that Mr. Morton thought her contributions to the firm were such a big help to the firm. High praise for an intern, but she knew it was undeserved. Mr. Morton was weird, but still kind of nice.

"Oh, no thank you, Mr. Morton. My grandfather provides me enough as it is," Tara said politely but firmly, giving Mr. Morton all of his money back. The truth was, her grandfather, as patriarch of the Pennington clan, did indeed provide very well for her. Although she didn't drive it much, she had a Jaguar convertible, British racing green, that would have put to shame the cars of even some of the junior executives of the firm. Her grandfather's money was putting her through one of the finest universities in the country and would eventually put her through one of the country's finest law schools. He also gave her a clothing allowance as well as a generous monthly stipend. All in all, Tara was one of those rarest of interns: one who was truly doing it for the experience, and not the hope of turning it into an employment position.

She nodded seriously as Mr. Morton told her to keep her eyes open as she took a seat at the table.

 

[umyes]

"Well my kids really enjoyed your babysitting them last week. And don't believe a word they say!! Such active imaginations. You know it's been hard on them with the divorce." Henry stammered quickly.

He caught three of the men checking Tara's figure as she strode to the table. Taking a seat next to her, poured generously for the men and asked Tara to get some ice and lower the shades. They enjoyed her curves and femininity as shell moved from glass to glass, leaning, stretching and turning.

"So how is the market, Benson?" Henry asked. The men had had a rough week on the market with one exception. Benson had made a killing on futures and was not afraid to spend. He kept the office filled with his extravagant stories of strip clubs, sugar babies, and hookers. A single guy, he didn't have the restrictions of most executives. Henry hoped he would show some respect to Tara, being the only young lady in this room since last springs stag party...

 

[GypsyGirl84]

Tara bit her lip, but said nothing at the gratitude Mr. Morton expressed at watching his kids. Truth be told, Tara sometimes felt she should protest at doing such domestic chores, as they were really outside the scope of her internship. But Tara actually was very fond of children. Mr. Morton's children did indeed have active imaginations, and she often thought that if Mr. Morton ever wanted to leave the firm, he could make a living renting his kids to Joss Whedon for their ideas.

Tara listened attentively as the group's attention turned to Mr. Benson. Tara didn't interact with the man much, though she knew the man had a reputation as an aggressive trader on the futures market. She had also heard some rumors about his other activities outside the office. From the sound of it, Tara had decided that if she was ten years older, she wouldn't want to be dating someone like Mr. Benson. But as her grandfather would say, if someone performed well at the office, and kept their life outside of the office away from the office, then what they did outside the office was their business.

 

[umyes]

As the talk continued, Tara moved from glass to glass. Mr. Morton downed first one, then another. Ask she sat next to him he caught her eye and winked. "What a young lady!" He thought. He would enjoy his time in the shower tonight! Feeling his pants tighten again he couldn't resist it and let his hand rest on Tara's thigh, over her skirt, and above her knee. Interestingly, she didn't move away.

He quickly caught himself and turned to an associate and continue market discussions. Some of the older men excused themselves, some of the younger men began wobbling. "Too much already?" He thought. "Light weights! I wonder if Tara can drink? Damn, she's not even legal. Didn't her grandfather show us prom pictures last spring?"

Henry complained about the redistricting and some market conditions allowing himself to complain about his ex a little also. Rolling his chair back he crossed his leg and leaned back taking a big stretch, keeping his distance from the eleven by five enormous wooden table.

 

[GypsyGirl84]

Tara stiffened when Mr. Morton put his hand on her knees, but said nothing. She kept a polite smile frozen on her face. As some of the older men took their leave, Tara did as well. When she got home, she called her grandfather and asked if it would be okay if she came up to the cabin with the rest of the family and talk with him. Concerned about the tone in her voice, her grandfather readily agreed.

She told him about Mr. Morton putting his hand on her thigh. Her grandfather assured it was just an innocent transgression and not to read anything into it. Nevertheless, her grandfather told her that she should go ahead and end her internship, and instead just enjoy the last few weeks of summer before college started back up. Tara happily agreed and decided to take up the offer of one of her sorority sisters to spend time with her in the Caribbean.

Come Monday, not only did Tara not show up for her internship, but her grandfather pulled out his investments in the firm, and got his friends to do the same. It was the last time any of the Pennington clan had any contact with Henry Morton or members of his firm. Tara Pennington would go on to become a successful investment lawyer and enjoy a happy and fruitful life.

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