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This sexual roleplay is deviant, sexy, and is a fuck your way to the top adventure. Sara Devonis is a V.P. of acquisitions that just came to work for the main entity - Global Enterprises. The billion dollar conglomerate buys small companies sometimes through fear, intimidation, sex, etc. Of course, Marsha Breckinridge is always watching.

Cast:

Martin Stockwell, Chairman & CEO
Dean Stockwell, President
Laura Finch, EVP - Acquisitions
Sara Devonis - new VP of acquisitions
Marsha Breckinridge - Corporate Security

You:
Need 6 positions: 3 female, 3 males. All will be VPs of acquisitions. Create your name, personal characteristics, and start acquiring small companies ($10 million or less) to impress top management by any means necessary - sex works. You will interact with Sarah and can try to seduce Martin (he's straight), Dean (he's bi), Laura (she's bi). or even Sarah (my character--she's bi). Laura clears all deals, but sometimes might just be persuaded by sex since she is a sexaholic.

Office politics - Martin and Dean love money. Both love sex too. Create your deal (even with other VPs), seduce the CEOs of the companies you want to buy, then present your case to Laura. You can form alliances with other VPs to try to fuck your way to the top.

Anything goes at Global. Fast money, glitzy offices, and companies just begging to be acquired.

My next post will introduce you to all the top people.

 

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VPs of Global: Ulrika, Melanie, and Noriko

Ulrika Steiner

Nationality: German.

Age: 35 years.

Height: 6 ft. 4 in.

Hair: Blonde.

Eyes: Blue.

Bust: 36 DD, natural.

Ulrika is an Amazon in appearance. Tall, statuesque, buxom, lips permanently bent in a smirk, she intimidates everybody. She is bi and a dominatrix. She's recently joined Global and within a short time has Dean eating out of her hand.

Melanie Ballard

Nationality: American.

Age: 30 years.

Height: 5 ft. 8 in.

Hair: Blonde.

Eyes: Blue.

Bust: 34, natural.

Melanie is the classic All-American girl-next-door. She has the kind of angelic beauty that make men go weak and women envious. Speaking of women, Ulrika doesn't like her one bit. She finds Melanie's popularity in the company disconcerting, to say the least. Melanie is bi-curious. She's often fantasized about fucking other women, but never has had the courage to go about it.

Noriko Ishikawa

Nationality: Japanese.

Age: 28 years.

Height: 5 ft. 2 in.

Hair: Black.

Eyes: Black.

Bust: 34, natural.

Although she's been living in the US for the past 8 years, Noriko is still very much the Japanese girl: demure, shy, and soft-spoken. However, she has a razor-sharp brain and a genius-level IQ. She is straight as the game begins.

 

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You have talent!

Ulrika Steiner

Nationality: German.

Age: 35 years.

Height: 6 ft. 4 in.

Hair: Blonde.

Eyes: Blue.

Bust: 36 DD, natural.

Ulrika is an Amazon in appearance. Tall, statuesque, buxom, lips permanently bent in a smirk, she intimidates everybody. She is bi and a dominatrix. She's recently joined Global and within a short time has Dean eating out of her hand.

Melanie Ballard

Nationality: American.

Age: 30 years.

Height: 5 ft. 8 in.

Hair: Blonde.

Eyes: Blue.

Bust: 34, natural.

Melanie is the classic All-American girl-next-door. She has the kind of angelic beauty that make men go weak and women envious. Speaking of women, Ulrika doesn't like her one bit. She finds Melanie's popularity in the company disconcerting, to say the least. Melanie is bi-curious. She's often fantasized about fucking other women, but never has had the courage to go about it.

Noriko Ishikawa

Nationality: Japanese.

Age: 28 years.

Height: 5 ft. 2 in.

Hair: Black.

Eyes: Black.

Bust: 34, natural.

Although she's been living in the US for the past 8 years, Noriko is still very much the Japanese girl: demure, shy, and soft-spoken. However, she has a razor-sharp brain and a genius-level IQ. She is straight as the game begins.

I've already outlined a book for this idea, but would to see people playing it.

Sarah Devonis

American, 34b-24-34, 6' tall, Raven hair, long. Velour brown eyes and a slight natural tan.

Sarah Devonis, after turning around a small music label with sex, orgies, and payola schemes, comes to Global as the new V.P. of acquisitions. Marsha already hates her since she has the CEO's ear for ripping off the competition for the iTuner. Laura, her boss, makes advances thinking Sarah is enamored with her, but, in reality, Sarah is after her job. A nice sex scandal will do. But, with whom? Marsha of course. Marsha knows what happened at Rising Star Records but can't prove it since Sarah pinned it all on the CEO that went to jail. Dean's gay so maybe that male prostitute she has might win him over since he's suspicious of her already.

Martin, the CEO, is secretly fucking Marsha. Nobody knows. Sarah knows because as she said, "Trust is most easily acquired by telling someone a secret even if it isn't true but deeply rooted in that person's reality."

Sarah's maxim for winning: "Befriend them all without ever being a friend at all."

more to come.....

 

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Melanie's First Acquisition: Part I

Beverly Hills, CA, 12:40 A.M. Local Time

Unngg...

Ummmfff....

Sluuurrrppp...

Ahhhh...

The room resonated with the sounds of sex. On the four-poster bed, two sweaty bodies lay entwined, one on top of the other. The room was too dark to make out any details, but both were men - that much was obvious. One was on top of the other, engaged in a 69. The man below clasped the other’s ass, the index finger disappearing into the ass-crack.

The sounds increased in intensity.

The men started thrashing wildly as their orgasms neared. The index finger went out of the ass-crack, and re-entered with a vengeance, penetrating deeper into the bowels than before. That pushed man on top off the edge. With a loud grunt muffled by the other man's cock, he came. Seconds later, the other one did.

The two lay unmoving, one's cock in the other mouth, spent, and satisfied.

Rrrrrinngg!!

They ignored the phone.

It rang again. And again. Continued to ring till the man on top rolled off his lover, landing ass-first on the bed, and picked it up.

"Hello," he said.

"Have you finished fucking Beach Boy?" Martin Stockwell asked his brother.

"What d'you want Marty?" Dean Stockwell asked.

"Well, if you're done fucking Beach Boy, there's a company I'm interested in. Think you can spare some time?"

"Fuck you, Marty," Dean said.

"Not me, Dean. I've no interest in a dick up my ass. Especially yours. Now stand by. I'm sending you the details by encrypted email." Martin hung up.

Dean seethed. His brother, CEO of Global Enterprises, was one of most annoying men he'd ever met. He was also one of the handsomest and sharpest. Unfortunately, he was straight as an arrow and has rebuffed Dean's awkward advances several times. Even worse, he was sarcastic of Dean's preference and enjoyed humiliating him at every turn. Which had never done anything to quench Dean's lust for his younger brother; it only seemed to glow hotter every time he heard his baritone.

Dean's flaccid cock started getting erect again as he thought of Martin's perfect glutes and his 8'' cock.

"Wow, hon," said his lover.

Dean glowered at the guy who was staring at his hard-on. Eric - or was it Andrew? - brought his lips close to the cock, and blew lightly.

Dean's hands shot out and grabbed Eric/Andrew's ear and pulled him towards himself.

"Now listen here, asshole. You do whatever I tell you to do. If I tell you to fuck yourself, you fuck yourself. If I tell you to give me a blowjob, you give me a blowjob. Unless I tell you, you don't do anything." He yanked at his ear. "Understand."

Eric/Andrew nodded, his eyes wide with fear, tears streaming down his cheeks.

A soft ping! sounded.

Dean kicked the frightened whore away, and reached for the iBook. He had got mail.

Half-an-hour later, he logged out of the computer and leaned back on the pillow, deep in thought. He beckoned with his index finger.

Eric/Andrew scrambled forward, eager to serve his employer and avoid the casual violence dealt him a short while ago.

Dean pointed to his cock and resumed thinking.

As Eric began blowing Dean in earnest, Dean's brain was working overtime, evaluating options, discarding the ones that were doomed to failure, analyzing the pros and cons of those that seemed promising.

An hour and three orgasms later, he thought he had the answer.

He reached for the phone.

"Laura, it's me. I've a project that may be a perfect fit for ... what's her name ... Ballard, isn't it? I'm mailing you the stuff. Talk to her, will you?"

 

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Sarah's little scheme worked

She met Eric at a local bar none at Global would ever touch. It was just a bar. A bad one with watered down liquor and none of the usual European flavors she loved.

Eric, the one that just gave Dean some hot sex, sat at an empty booth trying to forget his asshole boss's near rape. He didn't mind. He enjoyed sucking cock and knew Sarah had plans for him. And, giving Dean what he wanted might be a good career move after she informed him Dean's socialite wife didn't know about his sexual deviancies with men. He made videos just like she asked.

Her long legs were certainly noticed by the usual suspects in the bar. Nickel lawyers, a few obvious crack whores, and a bartender who was an obviously dirty cop. Mostly losers. Useful, but losers.

She didn't care. Stares made her horny even from losers. She knew just what a tease could do to man, or even a woman. A little indifference to their advances produced an obsession. It worked. It charmed anyone. Even Eric was a loser. But, she had made stars of losers before. If he did what he was told, he'd succeed. Of course, the video he had was enough to blackmail him later.

She sat down, removed her sunglasses, and flirted with the bar girl. The blonde's bloodshot eyes wanted her. A quick touch on the girl's hand, a seductive smile, and a one hundred dollar bill made her forget Sarah easily. She could already feel her next heroin rush.

"So, you got the tape?" she asked, all business.

"Yeah, he's an asshole."

"For five grand, you can be his asshole for a few nights."

He handed her the tape under the table in exchange for the envelope full of crisp one hundred dollar bills.

"Don't count it here."

"I trust you."

She knew he was stupid.

"Anything happen I should know about?"

"Marty called him. He had some deal in mind. Dean called Laura afterwards. Not sure what the deal was, but must be something seedy he wanted his queer brother to handle."

"Good. Next time you have sex get some details then I'll get you that job in Frisco. Lot's of men you could have out there at Rising Star Records."

"No problem. Any idea how?"

"I think sucking his cock and letting him cum in your mouth will derive the secrets right out of him. Just act like a woman like you've already done. Got it?"

"Sure," he replied, knowing he was now a pawn. He knew he should've duped that tape. "I guess so."

"When you find out, call me at this number," she asked, demanded as she handed him a note with cell number on it. A throw away. "You're only one step away from what you want."

She knew Dean wouldn't divulge anything to some office boy she thought as she left. Dean would get rid of him just for asking. She knew Marty gave him the job just to have something more on his deviant brother. Dean was no fool, but he was no master either. As she raced away in her sportscar, she knew Laura would tell her everything for some sexual overtones.

She dialed her number, Laura asked her over, and the deal would soon be her's to do before Dean got to it.

....to be continued....

 

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Melanie's First Acquisition: Part II

Global Enterprises Headquarters, Financial District, Los Angeles, CA. 8:30 A.M. Local Time

Melanie Ballard put down the phone and started double-checking the presentation. The freshly-minted VP of Acquisitions at Global had a meeting with Laura Finch, Executive Vice President, Acquisitions in five minutes. She had been woken up three hours ago by Laura herself, who had informed that a) she'd mailed her the details of a project that she wanted her to take on and b) she had to make a presentation before her at 8:35 A.M. The fact that it was a Sunday seemed to have little meaning for the Laura. Melanie had come to office around 6, and had been working ever since. Laura's email had detailed information on a boutique product design outfit that Global was interested in acquiring. Laura had just called; it was a reminder.

Melanie ran her eyes over the presentation one last time and got up. Truth be told, she was a little nervous - scratch the 'little', she was very nervous. A part of it had got to with the fact that this was going to be her first real assignment since joining the company six weeks ago.

But a much larger part of it had to do with Laura Finch herself. Melanie got butterflies in her stomach whenever she was around the EVP. She couldn't pin down the reasons for her feelings: after all, she had met the woman exactly twice for extended periods of time since she joined, but they regularly saw each other - at the cafeteria, walking in and out of meetings, at the garage. Perhaps it had something to do with the warm smile Laura gave her everytime they met, no matter how briefly. Maybe it was because of the way Laura always dressed - elegant yet sexy; Melanie could always see the slopes of her breasts whenever she passed by her because the top buttons were always undone.

Perhaps it was because the way Laura's had fingers brushed against her thighs when they were seated next to each other at the dinner Mr. Stockwell threw to welcome her into the "Global family" several weeks back - and the heat between Melanie's legs that increased in intensity with every passing second, until she had to excuse herself, go to the bathroom, lock herself up in a stall and masturbate like crazy.

Whatever be the reason, the truth was Melanie felt uneasy around her boss. Which does not bode well for today's meeting, she thought as she prepared to leave her shoe-box sized cubicle.

The 30-year old woman walked down the corridor, got into an elevator and went to the 56th floor where Laura had an apartment - five floors above hers. She had been never been there before, on the first day at the job.

The ultra-fast private elevator took her to the 56th floor in under five seconds. A small chime sounded and the doors of the elevator parted-

-to reveal a large hallway at the center of which stood a small table with an exquisite Ming Dynasty vase on it. At the far end of the hallway were a pair of double doors. At the moment, they were closed.

Melanie stood in the hallway, unsure of how to proceed. Should she knock? Should she just stand there till someone called her?

"Good morning, Melanie," a soft, melliflous voice said.

Melanie started. She must be watching me through a camera, she thought.

But she didn't find the time to think anymore.

Because, at that moment, the double-doors opened and a woman stepped out. She was African-American, short, and compact. But the most eye-catching part of her was her chest. Her breasts were around 38 DD and were open for all the world to see. The nipples stood up, erect, and reddish black. The breast flesh was marked by red lip-marks. The woman was tucking her tits back into her sports-bra as she was coming out.

She looked at Melanie straight in the eye, and winked as she pressed the elevator button.

"Hi," Melanie said, hesitantly. "I'm Melanie."

"Lori," said the woman.

"You work for Ms. Finch?" Melanie asked. Her eyes were fixed on her huge breasts.

"Work for? I work on her, honey," said Lori grinning.

And then the elevator arrived and she was gone.

Leaving a very confused Melanie staring at the closed doors.

"Are you going to stand there all day?" a voice came from behind.

Melanie turned around. Her breath caught in her throat.

Standing at the doorway was her boss, Laura Finch, executive vice president at Global. She was dressed in a diaphanous silk robe that left nothing to imagination. The robe ended several inches above her knee; Melanie could see that she was not wearing any underwear. Her breasts - perfectly round, but not freakishly large - pressed against the robe, threatening to spill out. The nipples were erect and it seemed they would pierce the thin layer of clothing that covered them any moment.

 

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Melanie's First Acquisition: Part III

"H-hi," Melanie managed to say.

"Well, come on in. I've made breakfast for both of us," Laura said and walked back inside. Melanie's knees trembled as she watched her boss's delectable ass wiggle under the translucent robe. She slowly followed Laura inside her apartment.

Laura's pied-a-terre was furnished with the same understated, yet always-apparent elegance that characterized her. Melanie's eyes ran over the bookcases, the computers, the sofas - all meshed seamlessly with the surroundings.

"Hey, let's have breakfast." Laura called out from the dining room.

Melanie walked to the enormous table and started to lower herself in one of the chairs on the other side from Laura.

"Come, come, sit her," Laura said, patting a chair beside her.

Melanie hesitated, then walked around the table and sat on the chair.

As Melanie was sitting down, she couldn't help glance at Laura's cleavage. She licked her dry lips.

"Let's eat," Laura said. Melanie glanced at the breakfast. Laura was lying when she said she'd prepared a breakfast for two, Melanie thought. It was more a breakfast for six.

Laura had already dived into the food with gusto. After a moment's hesitation, Melanie joined her.

They ate, slowly, savoring the taste, and enjoying light banter. Laura had managed to put Melanie at ease with her charm and elegance very easily. Finally, they had coffee, and then they were done.

After Melanie helped Laura put away the dishes, they retired to the living room, where Laura again beckoned Melanie to sit right next to her.

"Okay, time for work. Have you prepared the presentation?" Laura asked.

"Yes," Melanie replied.

"Great. Leave the disk with me. I'll see it later. Right now, I want to hear your opinion. What do you think of our chances of getting this company?"

"It's a little tough. After all, we're competing against Northern International. But it can be done."

"How?"

"By making a bigger offer. Whatever Northern can offer, we can double that."

"No."

"No?"

"No, that's not the way to do it."

Melanie was surprized. She had presented an award-winning paper at Stanford on M&As - which played a large part in her getting hired by Global - and had always considered herself to be an expert in the subject. Still, she was willing to learn.

"Laura," she began.

"Hush," Laura said. "Tell me, who's the CEO of Amber Design?"

"Amber Eriksdottir."

"Right. What do you know about her?"

"Late thirties, graduate of SCAD and CalArts, worked at Ideo before moving to Helsinki and setting up Amber Design."

"Melanie, Melanie," Laura said, shaking her head in exasperation. "I can have that info off any damn newspaper. What I want to know is if you know something more about her. For example: how many times has she used her dildo in the past week?"

"What?"

"Yes, we want that kind of info. That's the kind of info that give us an edge over the competition."

"But ... how?"

In reply, Laura slid her hand inside her robe and squeezed her left breast.

"Mmmm." She parted her robe.

And her perfect breasts were bared.

"Do you like my breasts?" Laura asked.

Melanie was speechless.

Laura pinched her nipples, slid her hand down and lightly stroked her cunt. It was clean-shaven, in contrast to her own bushy mound.




COMING UP: LAURA SEDUCES MELANIE