The Shinra Corporation (Closed to Bevatoria)

[Lucky_XIII]

Following is a thread inspired by Final Fantasy VII. It is closed to Bevatoria and myself, but please feel welcome to read along. Enjoy!

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Keena had been through an arduous corporate screening process. Already, the sequence of interviews bordered on five hours, and Shinra Corp. had performed an in-depth background check long before she entered their headquarters. As she let her emerald eyes scan over the last of the candidates, she couldn’t help but feel a little worried. She was qualified, sure…educationally. But she had no real world experience in business. Working for the son of President Shinra was almost unfathomable.

Sure, being his personal assistant would probably translate to being treated more or less like a servant; but a certain level of understanding in business was expected, an ability to be more useful than fetching coffee. And if the man that previously held the position was to be any indication… Drew was the best, known world-wide for his brilliance.

There was no way Keena was going to get the job.

The final dozen potentials sat silently, gathered in the chairs and couches of the posh lobby outside of Rufus Shinra’s office. They had been told to wait while the person that ushered them here arranged for their could-be employer to meet and interview them one-on-one.

It wasn’t long before the blonde man unexpectedly appeared, his tall and proud form instantly imposing. Behind him trailed their escort, still holding their files in her hand. It suddenly became very obvious that Rufus did not care to look at their qualifications.

Keena was the first to her feet, the others following suit.

Rufus took several deliberate steps into the room, exuding the confidence of a predator. Keena could almost feel the cold of his ice blue eyes as he considered her. The young woman actively regulated her posture and calm expression, going so far as to remind herself to breathe. Several long moments passed, in which Rufus shamelessly allowed his sight to travel the length of her body before rising back up to meet her gaze. Keena gave a soft, and perhaps slightly nervous, smile.

Dark auburn hair was held back loosely in a low bun, with sweeping long bangs brushed to the left side of her face. Stray tendrils of shoulder-length hair hung about her jaw line, some of it being tucked behind her ears. In her 5” heels, she was nearly as tall as the man that strode slowly before her; she needed to only look up slightly to gaze into his eyes. And she did so, without fear, finding herself unreasonably bold in the presence of such immense power.

The woman appeared to be in her early twenties, standing 5’6” without the advantage of her shoes. Her skin was pale, though not to an extreme; she simply lacked the color of someone who regularly tanned. It seemed that Keena took the utmost care of her body, being of an exquisite athletic build. Toned and slender thighs were only half hidden under the pin striped skirt that rested upon the flare of her hips. A matching formal jacket buttoned up to just beneath her breasts, giving way to a silk white blouse underneath. The collars of such were neatly arranged to overlap each other, with the blouse giving only the slightest glimpse of her ample cleavage in accommodation.

Rufus gave a cursorary glance to the rest of those in the room, perhaps lingering a little longer on the women versus the men.

You might actually have a shot at this job, Keena suddenly thought. It may be by the merits of your appearance, but..

Who would she be to complain? To work at Shinra Corporation under the Rufus Shinra? It was a fucking dream job with a pay to match. Damned if people would say Keena was under-qualified, or undeserving. She wanted this.

 

[Bevatoria]

There was something to be said for having smart people around you. Despite recent appearances, it was a tenet that Rufus Shinra, son of the most powerful man in the world, held close to his heart, even if he'd made his own minor modification to the philosophy. If he hadn't, then Drew would likely still be where he had been, at Rufus' side, helping to keep the son of the president on task, and on schedule. Helping him entwine himself deeper in the operations of Shinra, Inc., the most powerful corporation in the world, to set himself up to run it one day.

Which was the problem. And why he'd fired him without notice earlier in the day.

Drew had been obedient, thorough, never late, never wrong....and Rufus knew he was loyal. But through all of the years they'd worked together, the times Drew had just taken notes, organized Rufus' day, made sure he was always prepared, always ready....for all of the times that Drew had saved his bacon, Rufus had never been able to tell who the man was loyal to. Who's interests the unassuming man (to most) had really been serving.

It might have been the wrong choice. He knew that his father was less then pleased with the decision. But Rufus had determined that the only person he could really trust was himself. The only person he could rely on to be completely honest and deceit free. As he walked into the room to look over the final twelve 'applicants', he wasn't looking for an assistant to do things for him. He was looking for someone to use. To take from, not to lean on. From now on, he would be the master of his own destiny.

It wasn't that his next assistant would be a mindless drone. He would just be evaluating them by a...different set of qualifications. He stood up confidently as someone from the hiring department walked into the room. "They're ready for you, sir."

No. They're not. Rufus stood up deliberately, getting the kinks out of his neck before he led the way out of his extravagant office. He didn't wonder if this was some sort of youthful rebellion acting itself out. Right now, all he cared about was getting the assistant that he wanted.

They all came to their feet, and his eyes naturally latched onto the first person to stand in respect. Not just because her reactions were the quickest, of course. Or because she was the prettiest; she wasn't even if she filled out her outfit respectably, and professionally (one could not simply slut it up to get this far into Shinra's employment screening process). But something about her aura, her manner, drew his passionless eyes to her. He took his time on her, as was his wont; nobody would question the President's son in this place. Even if he seemed to be leering at her.

His eyes locked on hers, he started to pace in front of all of them. She was smaller then him, but her heels compensated for much of the height gap. Rufus was a busy man, but his white suit jacket and pants hid the fact that he kept himself pretty well. It would do him no good to be the smartest man alive if he was physically week; recent events had reminded him of the need to be prepared for anything.

The 'first one', as he had named her in his head, did not break his gaze. Admirable. He measured all of them, even as his mind lingered on the woman who'd been so bold as to look straight at him. The way she was perfectly made up; outfit tailored to her athletic body, revealing just enough to tease, but not so much as to not be office worthy. Everyone was dressed that way, seemed comfortable in that place of being professional for this heartless corporation. Even as she tried to seem that way, Rufus could sense that this wasn't who she was.

Which intrigued him more. Of course he looked at the woman more then the men; Shinra had felt obligated to throw a few in even as Rufus had made clear that he wouldn't be hiring a man this time around. His hands folded calmly behind his back, he continued to pace slowly, the only sounds in the room his footfalls on the carpet, and the sounds of fourteen people breathing. Waiting.

"I just wanted to say, that it's an honor to meet you-"

Rufus glared at the woman who had dared to break the silence. It took only a motion of his head, and two other men in suits appeared from the darkness, gently motioning her towards them. Obedience was paramount, and that had been the first of Rufus' rules. Any of the applicants who spoke before he did would be disqualified. If that happened to be all of them, so be it, he could find others.

There was no need to thank them for their time, or for them being here. Being of service to Shinra Inc. was compensation enough, and he walked back over to the hiring person. She was a middle aged woman, a solid asset to Shinra, every file at the ready. It took only a quick glance back at the 'first', the same one who'd caught his eye, and the woman had her file out. Rufus gave it a quick glance, entertaining the notion that he hadn't made his decision yet before fixing his full, intent gaze back on the woman again. Seeing her stand there, watching her reaction as his eyes once again ran up and down her body.

"You."

A voice capable of carrying great menace, authority, and command aimed at her, even as the only emotions it conveyed now were curiosity...and strength. At her silence, he hid his smirk; she'd inadvertently passed his first test whether she'd been trying to or not.

"What's your name?" She was still not permitted to speak; instead, it was being demanded of her, with his question needing an answer.

Another long moment passed as his silence let everyone know who was about to get the job. "Keena." His voice was more detached, locked in no longer on everyone on the room, but on the one person who was about to get a job they had never expected. "Remove your jacket." Time seemed to stand still as he watched her reaction. There was no reason, no rationale given for his request. But it was not needed. The only thing this woman needed to worry about was that it was what he wanted. Not why, not how, not when...

His only response before he turned around to head back into his office, were more words for the woman. "Follow me, please." The incident would raise questions into the other eleven: had this been a farce? What was it that Rufus had really been looking for in an assistant? Was he about to-

None of it mattered as he had strode halfway into his office before he heard the doors closing behind him. Leaving just the two of them inside.

 

[Lucky_XIII]

One needn’t be proficient in the field of psychology to recognize that they were being tested on qualities not so easily contained in their files. If it had not been immediately apparent, the first failure among them served as a painful example. Keena watched mindfully as the woman who had spoken out of turn was dismissed without so much as a word; an effective lesson, certainly, which also played well to remind those that remained of Rufus’s absolute power. With a mere nod of his head, lackeys materialized to escort the woman out of his presence. It could be any one of them, at any moment, and there was no recourse once a Shinra deemed you as unworthy. The unfortunate example lowered her head slightly as she shuffled off to comply the beckoning of her failure.

Rufus completed his initial inspection, his deliberate stride carrying him back to the human resources representative. Keena felt his cold eyes upon her once again, and without question the woman who had brought the potentials to Rufus’s proverbial doorstep produced a file for his consideration. Unceremoniously, the son of President Shinra accepted such into his hand before gracing it with little more than a glance.

As his attention returned to her person, Keena felt a significant stab of anxiety. It wasn’t the ample entitlement in the man’s gaze as his eyes took the liberty of her form; though she knew such should disturb her, there was no harm in looking. Certainly, he wouldn’t—

His voice temporarily derailed her thought process. One simple word, which carried more weight than it should’ve. He verbalized what he had already silently expressed, that his attention was directly upon her. The tightening in her throat reminded the young woman of the disquiet within, not knowing exactly what it was he wanted. Not responding verbally to his indication was nothing more than the uncertainly of how she was expected to react, she waited rather than risk causing offense. Outwardly, she maintained an appearance of respectful professionalism as well as any other could, given the circumstances. But, internally, she started to doubt her future at Shinra Corporation – it didn’t take much to displease Rufus, it seemed.

His question of her name was answered promptly, in an even and clear voice. “Keena,” she responded simply. Satisfied that she sounded more confident that she felt, her only uncertainty arose in the form of whether or not she should’ve added an address to Rufus her answer...such as, sir. Of course, it was impossible to make such an addition even a millisecond after the fact without it sounding like a insincere or awkward plastering.

He repeated her name. Keena knew she should have been wildly excited to be the first considered, but she found herself balanced on an uncertainty. It didn’t calm her nerves when he commanded that she remove her jacket.

Up until this point of the process, everything had been so gloriously mundane and precisely professional. Rufus couldn’t possibly... Keena quickly convinced herself that this was just another test. It could be there was no reason for her to remove an article of clothing, other than to see if she would.

Fuck.

There wasn’t time to stand here and debate. While the young woman’s hesitation was evident, it persisted only for a moment. And, as soon as her hands moved to unbutton the aforementioned garment, she felt eleven pairs of suddenly scathing eyes upon her. A slight flush burned onto her features. It felt so fundamentally wrong. But she was wearing another shirt, she tried to assure herself. It’s not as big of a deal as you’re making it.

As the jacket was unclasped and pulled away from her form, her gaze rose back to Rufus. He gave no outward reaction to what had just transpired; he simply requested that she follow him into his office. Keena watched as he turned on his heel, draping her jacket over her left forearm. The confusion on her face became present when she found a moment in which she did not feel watched; a glance at the other potentials, and their expressions, seemed to justify her former concerns.

But she was steadfast in her denial and quick to follow the man who now strode deeper into his own office.

As she passed the threshold, she paused to look back. The woman from the human resources department had followed her nearly so far, and now gave her a knowing look before reaching to close the doors behind her. The heavy latching sound felt surprisingly final.

Keena turned her attention back towards Rufus, who had a fair lead of her into the office.

He’s just trying to intimidate you, she told herself. You can’t be afraid of him.

She distracted herself only to a marginal degree as she approached him, allowing her eyes to soak in the details of the man’s office. Keena knew it would be this nice, but it was still an impressive sight. She’d follow Rufus silently until the man made some indication of where he wanted her to be.

 

[Bevatoria]

His office was decadent, outlandish, wasteful. Muhch more then a high ranking executive in Shinra Incorporated was supposed to have, but exactly what the President thought that his son was entitled to. Plush carpeting covering the expanse of the room, a dark blue with gold trim. Flanked by the greyish offwhite walls that were a hallmark of most of Shinra's main building. Pictures of Midgar on the walls; some real, some of what the great city was to become. All of them hopeful for the city's future, offsetting the dark, gloomy shadow that seemed to drape the portraits. Some portraits of his family (especially his father), but oddly enough, none of him. For all of the things Rufus had forced himself to endure in his father's service, he would not be bothered to sit for a portrait that someone wanted to draw of him.

When he was in control, in charge...then he would let his likeness be revealed. And not one that someone else wanted to paint...no, it would only represent what he wanted.

There were some items of furniture, but none for sitting; only some vases and small tables; many of which held smaller pictures or decorative items. A couple of steps led to the second, main level of his office. His desk was similar to his father's; a glass screen covering the top of it, a wide console under his view where he brought up calls, items to deal with, and whatever else was required by him during his 'work'. Although he was technically second in command to his father, for all intents and purposes his father's chief in staff was who handled much of the day to day business.

It wasn't that Rufus didn't have power. He wouldn't be here now, leading this woman into his office in such a way if he 'didn't'. But it wasn't overarching, not through and through like his father. It was a matter of design, not a matter of will. As Rufus made his way up to his desk, he didn't even give a passing glance to one of the two chairs in front of it. If she was to sit down, he would ask her to, but this questioning would not be about her comfort.

"You may hang your jacket on the chair." He was to the left of his desk, but not behind it, as he didn't want to use it as a shield from her, even as he kept his back to her. His request was not a request, either; it was an order, intended to let him view more of her, to measure her body language and posture in this place where she was meant to be uncertain. To let him indulge his baser want of wanting to see her body covered by less; her real qualifications were irrelevant. She could be trained in the menial tasks he would need of her; and if truth were to be told, Rufus was confident she could handle them.

But Keena could not be made to know that.

"Why are you here?" He'd turned fully towards her now, his gaze fully examining Keena now. Every inch of her body, what little he could sense of her intent, her mood...her reaction to him. To being the one thing that Rufus was focused on right now.

Rufus took another slow step forward, setting the distance between them. "What do you expect out of this?" Another vague question, and again by design. Did he mean the job? The interview? This moment? Nobody could be sure, but that was the point; this was about her measurement of the situation.

And about how she would react, making her observations while he was making his. And Keena had a lot to take in, his focus...his only goal...was her.

 

[Lucky_XIII]

The woman absorbed the details his office in the short passing moments that they approached his desk. To be surrounded by such decadence; it was no wonder that Rufus held such a sense of entitlement. Being much more of the 'have nots' (or at least the 'getting by') class herself, Keena couldn't help but wonder if her mother had been right. The woman had always claimed that they were fortunate to not have so much; said that it allowed them to appreciate people more than things. She nearly went so far as to claim that the Shinra's had long ago lost their souls to greed, and that no one would ever mean anything to them - people were reduced to what was to be gained from them, other than that, they weren't worthy of consideration.

Keena couldn't help but recall her mother's reaction when she had said she was applying for this job.

We don't need gil that badly, love. Not nearly so badly.

It was ridiculous. They - she - needed this gil to survive. Maybe not this much gil...but, hey, aim high, right? In any case, living off of tips and bullshit paychecks from the Golden Saucer was enough to feed mouths, but it wasn't enough to pay medical bills and keep her mother with a steady supply of medications. And her education did nothing for her at her previous dead-end job, they weren't interested in promotion anyone from the outside of their social ties...

She was almost grateful to hear Rufus's voice. Focusing on the situation at hand, Keena draped the half-folded jacket between her hands before gently laying it over the back of the chair nearest to her. She stood directly next to it, fairly confident that she was not expected to sit. The safe method, of course, was to just pretend to be a mindless drone that did exactly as she was told and nothing else. So. That was a game plan, until such inevitability that she fucked up.

"Why are you here?" he asked, turning his cold eyes upon her once again.

Keena shifted her weight slightly as she attempted to balance the question in her mind. There were a lot of reasons she was here, but only few the man before her could possibly care about. But he wasn't looking for some bullshit pre-taught 'I went to business school' speech about how she'd be honored to work for him, to get the invaluable experience of serving under a Shinra. Such pandering and cookie-cutter responses had to get old, one would think. Despite all the thoughts that ran through her mind, her response was quick and her posture remained dignified throughout.

"With all due respect, sir, I'm here because I have to be. I need this job." Keena didn't care to attach her sob story; which worked well enough, as no doubt Rufus didn't want to hear it.

He took a step towards her, calculating her response. Keena could almost feel him absorbing her statement of desperate circumstances, relishing in whatever it was holding power over another person gave. His second question caused for a short chill to travel through her body. What did she expect from this? What did he mean? He was tormenting her on purpose, she knew, and there was no real way for her to win the game he was playing. She studied him for a moment.

He was undeniably attractive, although admitting such to herself seemed a bit shameful. Rufus Shinra was not a man to desired, he was a monster to be feared. And yet, Keena refused to show cowardice. Even if she could afford to, she found some small piece of satisfaction with herself for withstanding proudly in the presence of someone who could so easily crush her.

"I expect you'll exploit me and I'll return such with loyalty. Such is your power."

She wasn't stupid, and yet she was. To so boldly attempt to call his hand; the consequences could be dire. But in that moment, Keena found herself at peace with however he'd respond to her bluntly honest statement. She knew she was nothing but for something to gain from; and, sadly, she would be loyal. She didn't have the heart for cut-throat tactics...once she was bought, there was no resale.

Nor was she blind to how he might construe her words - the definition of 'exploit' could mean many levels of taking advantage of another. She hoped he'd consider such in the terms of the business conversation they were supposedly having.

 

[Bevatoria]

The simple, straightforward answer was refreshing. She clearly feared and respected him; that much was evidence in her body language and the tone of her voice, but that was not the issue. What Rufus found so novel in her answer was her honestly. She was not trying to deceive, or butter him up, or make him her what they thought he wanted to hear. She was answering with her first instinct, but not so quick as to fade quietly into the background again. Which would be impossible, since she was the only one here, but Rufus sensed that she would answer that way in a room full of people.

"I expect you'll exploit me and I'll return such with loyalty. Such is your power."

Where to start on that statement? As he tilted his head, the closest thing that ever passed for a smile passed his face. But it wasn't a smile, it was a smirk, the sight of his teeth, ever so fleeting, far from comforting. He was a predator, peeling back his lips to let his prey know he knew he was at the top of the food chain. It wasn't an intentional gesture; Rufus had tried to look more welcoming during childhood, even while he lived under his father's luxuries. Upon entering his teenage years, he adopted it as a part of his personality; to this day, nobody had ever really seen him smile in a way that anyone found welcoming.

"But loyalty to what, Keena?" A question that didn't need an answer, for he had turned away from her to take in the view of the sky around them. It was late in the day, the interviews likely haven taken the candidates most of the day. He might keep her here for the remainder of the day, or just for the next few minutes; he'd already hired her, in his mind if not formally, the paperwork not yet completed or filed. But what mattered was what he wanted, and Rufus had already decided he wanted her.

She didn't know how much. And truthfully, neither did he.

He motioned to the office. "Your loyalty to Shinra will not be questioned. Not by anyone...or by me." It already had been, and truth be told any loyalty to an organization could be faked, or broken. It's why spies were common, and hard to root out in most cases. Rufus looked at her again, having already decided she was true, and her intent was what she said it was. If it wasn't, well...

"But I won't ask you to swear loyalty to the company." Further clarification on that would have to wait, as he turned back to her. "And me 'exploit' you?" A step forward. "In who's view, Keena?" He was still several metres away, almost at the edge of the room, but he closed the distance deliberately, calmly, as if he'd practiced and said all these things before. "What if me exploiting you is just where the balance in the relationship has to be?" Another moment, a few more steps, her body looming close to his, and him close to her. Staring down at her even though he wasn't really that much taller while she had her heels on. "One version of exploitation could be another's view of harmony." He was close enough that he could see her chest - hidden rather disappointingly by her blouse, much like the rest of her body - rising as she breathed, but Rufus was not close enough. He stood ramrod straight, letting their closeness sink in before he continued.

"What if me exploiting you is simply me setting the one nonnegotiable condition to this job? Which is that of you swearing absolute loyalty to me?" He breathed, leaning into her ear in an intimate gesture to add his last statement. "What if you didn't know how far you'd have to go to show it?" As he backed away from her, Rufus' eyes bore into hers, demanding her answer, his hands calmly folded behind his back.

 

[Lucky_XIII]

It was like being in a play in which you had forgotten the lines. Rufus's movements, his words...they were precisely plotted well before they became reality. His performance was a masterpiece. And, Keena? She wasn't even wearing the right costume to accompany him on stage.

She did well enough to merely listen and attempt to formulate a proper response to what it was he might see fit to ask next. But this process abruptly shattered when he started on the topic of exploitation. He turned back towards her, took a step. In itself, the action hadn't brought him all that much closer to her, but it felt as if she had suddenly found herself in a corner. The questions that he asked as he approached; they did not require answers, she knew. He was sounding out his rational to her, and it was terrifying.

"What if me exploiting you is just where the balance in the relationship has to be?" How much should she read into that? Before she had any time to devote to that question, Rufus took several more steps towards her, stopping at a point in which Keena couldn't repress the intimidation from her features anymore. He stared directly down at her. "One version of exploitation could be another's view of harmony."

She felt the burning of her face as she flushed, degrees more so than when Rufus had commanded her to remove her jacket. She tore her eyes away from him briefly, chiding herself for showing the weaknesses that she was. He probably loved it; and that made it so much worse. As he began to speak again, she summoned what little courage she had left to meet his gaze.

"What if me exploiting you is simply me setting the one nonnegotiable condition to this job? Which is that of you swearing absolute loyalty to me?" He leaned in slightly to speak into her ear, giving her the benefit of smelling his light cologne. "What if you didn't know how far you'd have to go to show it?"

He didn't linger long, taking a step back so as to better watch her squirm.

Keena unintentionally had parted her lips, as if she already had an answer. She didn't - not immediately. It would be obvious that Rufus had destroyed whatever it was that made her think she was prepared to be here. Keena had to reply, she didn't have time to decipher all the codes he was throwing at her. He couldn't possibly mean -

Absolute loyalty to him.

He meant whatever he desired, and it wasn't something that would ever be set out clearly and signed on a piece of paper. A question in regards to clarification was unacceptable and a complete waste of both of their time.

"I..." Fuck, she was flustered. Agreeing to his terms was worse than signing a contract with the devil; with less reward and even smaller print. Keena knew that she shouldn't. If she did, she'd have essentially willfully consented to being another object, nothing more than a conduit of Rufus's wants and desires. And to what degree would he take it to? There was no way to know...though it was beginning to look less and less likely that this was all a show of intimidation, that Rufus wouldn't actually take everything she had to offer.

"I'm willing to risk whatever distance you might require of me to prove my loyalty to you, Rufus Shinra," she heard herself speaking before her mind fully caught up to what she was saying. "I'll do anything you ask of me, excluding injury of my own family, without question."

He had put her under enough stress to get her heart rate up, enough discomfort that her face literally burned...and as soon as she pledged her loyalty to Rufus, she knew that she had made a mistake. But - despite whatever fresh hell he could introduce her to, and no matter how much her work would make her hate her reflection in the mirror - it would be worth it. Not for her, certainly. But for everyone she cared about. Assuming the 'I love my family more than you' clause in her statement wasn't something that would have Rufus off the handle. It couldn't be excluded. Likely he'd just be glad to have so easily exposed her greatest weakness.

 

[Bevatoria]

Was it too much, too soon? Had Rufus pushed this unassuming woman, here only for a job to help her family, over the line? Beyond the point where she would answer rationally and reasonably, as he would need her to be? Rufus didn't care. It wasn't just a product of position, of him being in a place where he could replace people with a snap of his fingers; a mere glance, a tap on his desk. Those only solidified what his manner and his tactics betrayed in him. If you weren't useful to him, you didn't matter, and that was that. It wasn't something he needed absolute power, even as he craved it, longed for it as much as he loved and respected his father, the president of Shinra, Inc.

"I..." There was so much then weakness in hesitation; Rufus often took his time when answering simply to show that he could, and no man would dare call him weak. Just like a quick answer was not always a show of strength; it could be the response of someone looking to avoid reprisal, not to stand out by evaluating all of the options. He knew Keena was trying to think things through and she thought she didn't have time to. She was right to a point, as her time here was not unlimited, even as Rufus had all but handed the job to her.

But she didn't know that. All Keena seemed to be thinking about right not was what absolute loyalty to him would mean. And she had no idea. Not really. But she'd learn after she agreed to it. How long, Rufus wasn't sure, It could be seconds, it could be weeks. He was still making up his mind as she responded.

"I'm willing to risk whatever distance you might require of me to prove my loyalty to you, Rufus Shinra. I'll do anything you ask of me, excluding injury of my own family, without question."

He hadn't moved from looking at her, from bearing down on her merely from his gaze. Still, he could feel his brow twitch, ever so slightly, at what she added to that question. Another thing that hadn't really come up in her application, and that couldn't have come up; her loyalty to her family. He could respect that. Admire it, in a way, even as he and his own father hadn't always seen eye to eye, family was family. You couldn't replace it, couldn't change it, only work with what you had. And Rufus Shinra was proud of his family.

Still, Keena had to be taught something, and he slowly stepped back, giving her room as he moved to the side. Her condition for her family would be of no consequence; she didn't seem to be the type that would do anything to cause reprisal to her own kin. Moreover, if she ever did, it would not be her that he would ask to...dispense justice.

More to the point, if she was in trouble, it would be more then likely that he would be as well. He started to pace around her slowly, watching if she would try to stay still, or to watch him as he walked behind her. He took her in from behind, enjoying the chance to look at her without her watching...with her knowing that he was taking her in. The shape of her body, for reasons innocent...or not. And even as he hadn't formally betrayed as much, Rufus was fairly certain that she knew his intentions were not entirely proper with the person soon to be at his side.

"Acceptable, Keena." The first and maybe only word of praise that would leave his mouth for her this evening, depending on what transpired. "Were you talking to anyone else....I might suggest you not swear loyalty to them so quickly without getting anything in return." A smirk left him, as he was now to the back right of her, almost to where she could pick him up in her peripheral vision were he to move a little more forward; at this point, he just stepped closer to her. "That could be dangerous."

The smooth, silky tone he'd had in his voice so far started to detach itself, almost reluctantly, as he started to speak professionally, walking back in front of her, keeping a respectful distance. Letting her meet his gaze safely again. "More suitable living quarters have been prepared for you closer to this building. If you are to be so closely under my employ, I will ensure that you are as prepared as possible to make this adjustment. Shinra, Incorporated has the resources to cover the cost of moving your personal effects, as well as to prepare you with a more suitable wardrobe for what I will require for you out of this job." He kept an appraising eye on her again, but no longer merely on her figure, but on her form fitting clothes. "Professional or otherwise."

"A full list of duties have been prepared for you, but to be brief...you are to ensure that I stay on the schedule that *I* set for myself." That was a big thing for him, having taken control of his own agenda. "You will eventually gian discretion over smaller items of importance for me, of course, subject to my review." A dark part of him showed through as he looked away, the only glimpse into what was really troubling him showing. "But I will make that choice; one of your jobs, among others, will be to do what I require of you to keep me on course."

He let her respond, to take in what he'd said. All but handed the job to her.

All but.

 

[Lucky_XIII]

Emerald eyes sought to follow Rufus’ movements, so far as they could without requiring Keena to turn her head in the process. It was unsettling, to say the least, in the moment that he surpassed her range of vision, and even more so with each passing second that his predatory circling continued. The young woman would focus her attention on the light sound of his footfalls in an attempt to comfort herself with a relative knowledge of his position; but it did little to soothe her. She closed her eyes briefly and reminded herself to breathe...to be still, to be calm. Don’t falter. At least not any more than you already have...

It was a more difficult task than one may think. Keena could feel his presence behind her. His eyes leisurely soaking in the details of her form... Traveling the length of her toned legs, along the curve of her ass and hips... Dipping to the slender waist that was not plainly visible through her blouse. The light silk material draped slightly from her form, flowing just above her skin from the point it left the confinement of her breasts, the fabric not so thick as to make it impossible for the imagination to fill in the details.

Keena winced. Thankfully, Rufus would not see the short marring of her expression...but he would see, no doubt, the black of her bra. Never wear black underwear under white. Good advice. In her defense, you couldn’t see the undergarment from the front, the fabric panels of the blouse were of a denser design. And...she was wearing a jacket, which was supposed to eliminate the problem entirely.

A short instance flashed in her mind: Rufus, lifting the back hem of her skirt, revealing the matching lace thong and the thigh high stockings that were attached to a garter belt.

”Acceptable, Keena.”

She shivered and forced herself to reopen her eyes. He hadn’t touched her, of course, but in effect he had. Willfully denying her body’s reaction to him, she attempted to listen to his bargaining advice. It helped her slightly to be snide in mind about the anyone else component; there had never been question or whether he would win, Rufus did not settle. He didn’t have to.

...And Keena didn’t have to, either. She could’ve left. Could’ve. But now that she hadn’t, there lingered the question of why.

Dangerous, indeed. And infinitely stupid.

Keena was surprised when the business talk suddenly resumed. Her head was swimming; everything felt surreal. Rufus had ceased his threatening prowl and stood farther away from her than before, his tone returning to the distant cold of professionalism. The speed at which the man was able to switch gears in this intricate game she didn’t quite understand was astonishing. Despite feeling desperately overwhelmed, the supposedly new assistant kept all but maybe the slightest hint of uncertainty from her features as she listened to her new arrangements.

Place to live that’s close to work...bonus. Having moving expenses covered...extra bonus.

“...As well as to prepare you with a more suitable wardrobe for what I will require for you out of this job. Professional or otherwise."

Okay, so that part wasn’t all just a fucked up dream, then. You might as well expect that Rufus will have a key to your company provided living quarters.

And back to the business details. Her actual ‘job’ was beginning to sound less and less like work. Rufus made his own schedules; maybe, eventually, he’d let her handle the insignificant details. Which he’d review, anyway.

Her response came quickly. “So...I’ll help you control you while you control me?” she delivered with some notion of humor, which she risked Rufus taking as an offense.

Sometimes you just had to laugh when you knew you were totally fucked.

 

[Bevatoria]

“So...I’ll help you control you while you control me?”

It wasn't as if she wasn't right in some fashion. Rufus couldn't entirely hide the smirk that lit his face despite himself; to some degree she had seen through what could easily be seen as a charade. Whatever tasks he assigned her in addition to her making sure he was on point would be essentially that. This job was about more then being a servant, to be sure; Rufus wanted an assistant, to see to his needs and his wants. It was what his last assistant had failed at; he had seen to his needs, but had no desire to even attempt to indulge what he wanted to do. Both in the company and outside of it.

With another passing glance at Keena, Rufus reflected, not for the first time, in the ways this woman could serve him. Would serve him. If he had his way; despite her rather crude reflection on the matter, there was always a choice. There might not be a good choice, to be sure, such as the ones this young lady faced for her small act of defiance.

One could make choices that led to the same outcome, after all. Again, the predator's smile showed on his face as he walked towards her, as if he wanted her to think that her little joke was funny, even when it was plainly obvious he wasn't amused.

"Control is a manner of choice, Keena." He reached to suit pocket, grabbing a handkerchief, letting it flutter in the air. "I'm holding this, making it sway from direction to direction, but I don't control it. I'm only influencing it." Rufus turned back to her, no hint of the smile or welcome on his face. "You have more choices then this...object, does." But more consequences, too.

Another moment passed as he looked at her, pacing slowly in front of her. "For example, if I wanted to see you....I don't know, let's just throw out a few ideas..." Rufus knew his random examples would be seen as anything but, which was precisely the point. "...clap your hands...lean against my desk...stretch up as far as you could...bend down and touch your toes...count to 10...name off your favorite relatives...get on your knees...things like that." Another fake-smile. "...I could 'make' you do it." Of course, a few of the images were supposed to be sexual; his wants were apparent as the elephant in the room even as he refused to make them obvious. His hard eyes locked onto hers again. "But I wouldn't have to, would I? Because you swore absolute loyalty, Keena." He started to step closer to her, still several steps away at his slow pace. "To me." Step, his footfalls sounding louder somehow. "Before I even told you that you've been chosen for this job that Shinra, Incorporated is offering."

He could have almost any woman he wanted. But it was no fun getting whatever you could have; Rufus preferred for things to be...just a little forbidden. A very, very hard thing to have when you had as much power as he did. "You said you'd go as far as I wanted you to, Keena." He was on the upper tier of his office, only a few steps from her but still baring down on her with his hard, all seeing gaze. "I'd ask you to try to relax, I do know very well how...nerve wracking this is for you. There are some things that we just can't control, but know that you are in no more danger here then you put yourself in." He knew how intimidating that statement sounded, but if anything it was the most truthful thing he'd said during their entire conversation; if she tried to kill or hurt him, she'd be in danger. But Shinra was thorough in their background checks, and Rufus was not without his own...defensive capabilities, if it came down to it.

"Regardless of that, Keena, I'd like to see your skirt on the floor of my office." He watched her reaction to his statement, posture communicating that she had not misheard him. She now had the choice; would she do it herself...or would he?

He didn't move, didn't budge.

 

[Lucky_XIII]

The appearance of a smirk on the man’s lips provided Keena with a shortly lived false hope: that perhaps he would forgive her for the blatant reduction of their circumstances to something from which she could derive amusement. But what had seemed, initially, to be a genuine upturning of the corners of his mouth in reaction to her, took only moments to intensify with an undertone of advantage. The ‘smile’ was soon nothing more than another cruel misdirection.

The young woman’s eyes would follow Rufus’ hand as he produced a handkerchief from his pocket. As he briefly explained and illustrated the concepts of control, influence, and choice, Keena silently reflected on his demonstration. The simplicity of the relationship between terms was verified in practice in such a straightforward manner: you could teach it to a child. It was not hard, then, for the young adult to consider the deeper implications specific to their circumstances. Keena could choose to obey, or she could choose to resist: in either case, she’d remain in her boss’s unrelenting grasp. Surprisingly, she did not feel particularly flattered to be credited to have more choices than a piece of cloth; and yet? Hearing that she was somehow still considered anything more than a mere object in Rufus’ mind was...unexpected.

She had already made one choice, that much was clear. Rufus smugly presented her with some examples of his potential wants, given that she was already his; Keena felt a stab of self-loathing at the reality of her mind so easily attaching itself to specific images of his mention.

”I could ‘make’ you do it. But I wouldn’t have to, would I? Because you swore absolute loyalty, Keena. To me. Before I even told you that you’ve been chosen for this job that Shinra, Incorporated is offering.” He punctuated his each of his statements with a confident step towards his pray.

Here comes the kill...

"You said you'd go as far as I wanted you to, Keena." She continued to observe him carefully as he continued to speak; again, finding surprise at the prospect that he would see fit to reference her comfort in any regard. ”I’d ask you to try to relax,” she repeated in her mind. ”There are some things that we just can’t control, but know that you are in no more danger here then you put yourself in.”

”Regardless of that, Keena, I’d like to see your skirt on the floor of my office.”

Keena stared into his ice blue eyes for several long moments, absorbing the seeming indifference. Meanwhile, she considered her choices in response.

She didn’t want to crumple at his feet, to give in to his will mindlessly. She would, of course, in most cases; particularly those which actually involved her ‘job’. She would never go so far as to show a shred of disrespect or questioning in matters of business, or ever in the company of others. But...alone? His office might be work-related but he wasn’t seeking the blind mentality of a fearful assistant that did exactly as she was told.

...Or so she hoped.

She seemed confident as she regarded him with a playful smile. “My skirt, sir?” She paused just long enough to press her thighs slightly together; the wetness of her panties becoming painfully evident to the one who had been trying to deny such for the last several exchanges between her and her boss. She glanced away briefly, the flush of her features returning lightly. The smile dissolved. “I...I can’t,” she spoke as she returned her gaze to his reluctantly. Really, she felt ashamed and she didn’t want to, but she had the choice to make such a claim as an inability to obey him properly. “We’re at work,” she tried to plead reasonably, “and...it’s all so inappropriate, Rufus. It has to stop.”

Keena awaited his reaction with mischievous glint in her eye. She didn’t know her boundaries...but she was suddenly looking forward to testing them. For the time being, she ceased to think of what it said of her character that she wanted him so badly to lay hands on her; to take what he saw so rightfully to be his. Rufus was an intelligent, diligent man; he didn’t want to brutalize her, and such wouldn’t be necessary. Keena felt no reason to not show her genuine position in a mock-theatrics that made it easier for her to accept. She was his employee, she was unwilling to completely submit to him in their office setting, and, yet...his position of dominance in their interactions thus far caused in her a shameful level of desire.

She wanted to feel more of his power.

 

[Bevatoria]

His request lingered in the air, the two people measuring it, as they did each other. Rufus was curious as to what was going through Keena's mind at that moment, whether her instinct was to comply, or resist. Whether she was balancing them both, as he would be wanting her too; Rufus had been through his fill of sycophants and yes-men. Had he wanted an mindless slave, he would've just asked for one, and gotten it. But it wasn't what he was looking for; what he was looking for was standing in front of him right now, weighing her decision. Eventually, something resembling confidence passed through her posture and she tried to smile at him playfully. “My skirt, sir?”

The subtle tensing of Keena's thighs did not escape him,m meaning at least a part of her was...intrigued by whatever was happening between them at this moment. A blush appeared on her, and the smile went away. “I...I can’t,” His gaze hardened slightly when she looked back at him, yet she continued unabated. “We’re at work, and...it’s all so inappropriate, Rufus. It has to stop.”

Of course it was inappropriate, but this was not a man who cared about what was 'appropriate'. What was 'reasonable'. Or what other people had for boundaries. "Can't?" He asked calmly. "Or won't?"

The look in her eyes seemed to answer him, an almost...toying look that seemed to indicate that Keena was fully aware of what she was doing. That she was testing him, to see how he reacted to being refused.

At least directly, anyways. Indirectly, he was about to find out, as he walked to well within her personal space. As far as Rufus was concerned, this entire office was his personal space, and her intrusion into it served as acquiescence to his whims; he cupped her cheeks with both hands tenderly, but with no sign of affection. "Because as far as I can tell, you're very capable of obeying me, Keena....you're just choosing not to." His hands rand down the sides of her neck, 'accidentally' flaring her blouse open a little more, and Rufus' eyes unashamedly peeked down the gap. He enjoyed her being this close to him, and her reactions to it.

Through the thin material of her blouse, eventually he finished feeling down her arms, to her hips. Rufus eyes met hers one more time, his voice a whisper. "But that doesn't mean I can't make sure you obey." Strong fingers went to the fastener on her skirt, and then the zipper on it, the sound of it opening the only one aside from their breathing; both of them excited, only one of them nervous. "Don't resist." He hissed at her, his muscles tensing as he wondered what he'd do if she did.

And then the plop of her skirt hitting the floor, Rufus' wanting eyes gazing at what was hidden beneath it. Taking in every detail of what she was wearing beneath it. Leering, if not grinning at it.

 

[Lucky_XIII]

Rufus’ eyes seemed to narrow just slightly as Keena refused him for the first time; can’t or won’t, the man responded with an even voice that showed that it wasn’t enough to unsettle or deter him. She was studied as his unhindered footfalls carried his form directly before hers, the woman considering his question but hesitant or unable to answer it.

It wasn’t fear, really, that she felt...but she lacked a better term to describe what it was that encompassed her being as Rufus approached. Truth be told, she felt far less threatened than she had upon initially meeting him, if only because she thought she better understood his wants and intentions in this moment (and perhaps a little more of her own). Still, his presence was imposing. It was a fear without terror that manifested in result.

Such thoughts seems reinforced as the blonde man placed his hands upon her face, his strong fingers gracefully cupping around her cheeks in what almost seemed an endearing gesture – but there was no love to be found in his expression. He observed her ability to obey him, making claim that she was simply choosing not to.

And she was, of course.

She felt his hands trail down her throat, moving to subtly to push at the material of her shirt, shifting the fabric enough to cause the front to strain against the top button, the widening result revealing an additional glimpse of the upper flesh of her ample globes. A sharp inhalation of breath caused the D-cup breasts to heave upwards, towards the man who now so freely observed the sight. Meanwhile, his hands continued their descent, feeling down her arms and eventually coming to a rest on the flare of Keena’s hips.

His eyes returned to hers. ”But that doesn’t mean I can’t make sure you obey,” he spoke in a whisper. The statement sounded strangely romantic in the woman’s present state of mind; she felt a fresh wave of heat between her trim thighs.

She remained still as Rufus’ skillful hands worked to unfasten and unzip her skirt. In the moment before he released his grip on the garment, he commanded simply: ”Don’t resist.”

Pin-striped fabric quickly fell to the floor. Keena stood for a moment, frozen; not in uncertainty but for a moment of lingering arousal. She was too far gone to deny that her body craved to feel more of his touch...but her mind quickly soaked in Rufus’ aura of entitlement, the already secured possessiveness of the gaze that explored her newly exposed features. He’d have to earn that; not everything could be given to him on a silver platter.

Keena’s blush deepened as she instinctively moved her hands to cover herself, as best she could. Glimpses of her black lace panties and the intricate white inlay of white stitching could no doubt still be seen; she was at the mercy of the length of her blouse in covering the garter belt that hugged to the curve just above her hips, matching in design. The suspended clasps of such, however, were plainly visible, contrasting strongly against the paleness of her flesh, reaching downwards to securely hold the upper reaches of her thigh high black stockings.

“I said stop,” she spoke firmly, almost accusingly. “I wasn’t joking, Rufus. Don’t touch me – don’t even look at me.” Her hands came in contact with his chest, emphasizing the last of her statements with a considerable shove. She hoped the momentary unbalance would cause his vision to shift towards her suddenly resentful gaze. “You can’t have everything for nothing. You have my loyalty, but...you do not possess me. You haven’t earned that.”

 

[Bevatoria]

The blood rushing to her skin, both in embarassment and in exertion, was enticing to Rufus Shinra as he took in her body. He enjoyed Keena's embarassment, even as she had nothing to be embarassed about. After all, it was her own business what she chose to wear under her clothes, and whether it was enticing or not to anyone who looked at it. And she had little to worry about anyways- she could wear whatever she wanted and likely be able to attract anyone she wanted with her beautifully shaped body.

And even as Rufus took in her what she'd been covering up - the hem of her stockings, near the top of her thighs, the black thong that hugged her front (and likely her ass), the garter belt barely hid by the hem of her blouse. He took it all in, enjoying the sight of it. Wondering what she'd look like leaving her office in just that, even as he struggled against his baser instincts, wanting to use her like something she wasn't. This wasn't about sex, or desire, even as Rufus clearly displayed the need for both of them in his manner, the way his body was outwardly tensing, yearning for her. Although it didn't seem like she wanted to fully co-operate.

“I said stop,” she spoke firmly, almost accusingly. “I wasn’t joking, Rufus. Don’t touch me – don’t even look at me.”

Rufus gave her the look of half bemusement, and half curiousity, at her sudden display of emotion. And that the fact that she'd had the audacity to push him away, her small yet strong hands planting in the middle of his chest and sending him backwards; he did his best to maintain composure as she responded. “You can’t have everything for nothing. You have my loyalty, but...you do not possess me. You haven’t earned that.”

Again, silence was his ally as he calmly dusted himself off, looking at her with an eerie stillness. Rufus manueveured around her, ensuring that if she backed up, that it'd be right into his desk, leaving her with nowhere to go. He didn't need to force her; even as she'd displayed her signs of rebellion, a part of him understood, subconsciously, that her resistance was exactly what he was looking for. He didn't want someone spineless, and he wasn't just going to pay her and use her for sex. As he'd said before, there were places to go for that and people who would do that for him.

She was more vulnerable in her current state; not just due to losing her skirt, but due to the boundaries Rufus was setting. "This isn't about possession, Keena." Back to the menacing, warning tone, the game they were both playing. "It's not about met getting something for nothing, either. I've given you the chance of a lifetime - to earn my trust, to work with me for my goals instead of some faceless corporate entity." Again, he was risking much telling her this, but it'd be her word against his if any of it got out. "But in order to do that, I need to know you're not going to hide any secrets from me."

A moment later, he was pressed in to her again, his hand with a full head of her hair in his firm grasp. "This isn't about me earning it, is it, Keena..." He hissed. She was forced awkardly over the desk, her body all but splayed out for his view. Rufus locked his eyes into hers, letting the rest of his statement go unsaid (maybe for her to interpret for herself?) as he started to undo her blouse buttons with one hand.

Seeing what she'd do with it.

 

[Lucky_XIII]

The man was unshakable. Keena’s shove had sent him back a step to maintain his balance, but his regard to her did not falter. Ever calm, ever confident...Rufus gave a motion of his hand, unconcernedly smoothing out the slight wrinkle her actions had caused to his suit. His ice blue eyes watched her with unflinching determination. He allowed the moment to linger between them, remaining still and silent; Keena choose to soak in his purposeful manner rather than use the opportunity to further assault him.

He took a step; not towards but rather around her. This time, the woman did not feel compelled to remain obediently facing forward, as she had just the span of minutes before. During the short period of time, the situation between them had evolved substantially; Keena had quickly become truer in her reactions than someone groveling for a job once the professional façade ceased to exist entirely.

Her natural reaction, in this moment of being flanked by Rufus’ movements, was to turn towards him in following while trying to put some distance between them by backing away. It quickly became apparent that Rufus had expected this; perhaps even planned for it. Keena felt a sudden nudging of the edge of his desk against her legs. The brunette glanced back at the barricade that prevented her from any further attempts at escape; had she been really desperate, there were a few objects she could’ve armed herself with to try to make up for his advantage of physical strength. She was desperate, sure, but in an entirely different manner. Her emerald eyes returned to her aggressor’s form.

He didn’t advance on her immediately, rather taking his time to appreciate the woman’s predicament. He spoke in a tone laced with malicious authority, correcting her previous statements as he saw fit. And he was right: he was giving Keena the chance of a lifetime... she knew as much. Still, there was a part of her that wanted to resist his inevitable hold of her; to be dominated by him without losing the essence of who she was. She couldn’t meekly surrender to his sexual whims, even if her body wanted her to.

Besides? It was so much hotter to make him take it.

Rufus moved in against her, immediately clenching a portion of her hair in his closed fist. Keena took another sharp inhalation.

”This isn’t about me earning it, is it, Keena...” he nearly growled.

Her lips parted as if to respond, lingering open in the short moment before the man forced her onto his desk. Now, she managed a reply, in the form of a startled, “Ngh!” Her back pressed against the cold surface, her shoulder blades settling to a flat position. Keena stared up at the man that loomed over her, felt as a hand moved to start unbuttoning her blouse.

Unintentionally, her back arched; she stifled a moan. Her body continued to react wantingly, the outline of her nipples becoming obvious through the material of her clothing. Their sudden hardness caused for her to feel the pull of her shirt against them as Rufus sought to further expose her, the lace of her bra hindering the sensation very little. She became aware that her legs were slightly parted, enough so to accommodate her employer to stand between her thighs; the brush of his suit against her bare flesh caused her to tense momentarily, her inviting position attempting to collapse on itself but doing little more than pressing her legs against his.

He stared down into her eyes, the intensity of his gaze making the woman feel transparent. As if he couldn’t plainly see her desire well enough, as it was, it seemed that he didn’t need to feel the soaking state of her panties to know how much she wanted him. She could say no; she could raise her hands to push against his chest with a pathetic amount of force behind them, both of which she did. But he saw through such charades. He knew it wasn’t about him earning it – he already had, in the form of the lust he had so easily drawn from her. Now he need only take what was his.

“No, Rufus—“ she protested, interrupting herself with a shallow breath. She could feel the contours of his strong chest through the layered materials of his shirts. And while her voice had sounded perfectly serious – resolute, even – the fact that her hands did not grasp his with the intent to stop him from further revealing her body spoke silent volumes.

She shifted her torso slightly, using her shoulders to draw herself ever so slightly away from him. Ceasing to verbally deny the man, for the moment Keena focused instead on a genuine concern of shame. It seemed inevitable that Rufus would expose that she was a fraud; that he would feel the smoothness of her freshly trimmed and shaved pussy. Perhaps he couldn’t directly equate such to himself...but Keena knew. She couldn’t deny that she had at least thought (or fantasized, really) about present circumstances well before she set foot in his office.

...But that hadn't been real. This wasn't supposed to happen, even if Keena had prepared for it.

 

[Bevatoria]

The gasp she gave in response didn't move him. Not in the direction she was probably aiming for, anyways, as Rufus' lone hand moved with patience to undo her blouse. It would've been way easier to just pull at it and be done with it, but there was purpose, here. More then just him having his way with her...which, in a way, was what was already happening even if the ending was still nebulous.

Which didn't happen often with a struggling, half naked woman in his office. Keena's body betrayed her, exciting Rufus as he heard her moan, saw her body arch in the posture of desire. The press of her nipples through her bra and the blouse which would soon cease to be a problem, or at least an active deterrent. There was the chance either of them could slip on it, after all....

He felt his clothing rubbing against her body, but Rufus ignored it. Not caring about her discomfort, or her arousal at being unveiled in his office while he was still fully clothed. It meant he was in control. That he had the power, and she was submitting to him, even if it was unwillingly. Their eyes met, and she tried to struggle, tried to resist - “No, Rufus—“ The lack of breath that followed it said everything that her body had all but admitted. Keena was putting up a front, trying to not be easy even as a dark part of her craved, lusted for more of what Rufus was forcing her to endure.

Which told him that he'd made the right choice. He could pay for easy if he wanted it. But in someone who was to become his most trusted ally, he wanted more then that. Rufus needed more then that. What he was doing right not was about more then that, even as it would be seen by anyone watching (of which there was noone) as just another boss abusing his power.

It was half right. Rufus was using his power. But abusing it? She hadn't seen abusing it yet.

He watched as Keena tried to keep away from him, but Rufus pressed on, down to the last button on her last remaining decent garment; the one thing she'd want people to see her in. It all but popped off, the v of the blouse's opening becoming a wave as her entire torso was exposed to Rufus's increasingly hungry gaze.

They breathed, and his eyes ran up and down her chest. Watching her breasts heave under her bra, the line of her garter belt near her hips. Her smooth stomach, running down to the thong...and her stockings. They framed her body beautifully, a wonderful sight for anyone looking at them. Delicate. Well picked. They would arouse anyone looking at her, emphasizing and drawing attention to the curves and contours of Keena's amazingly kept body. For someone supposedly down on her luck, she didn't neglect her health or her fitness; something that Rufus had decided earlier to keep on while she worked for him.

But Rufus' mind was only on seeing more of her. An angry hand finally released her hair, but only to join his other one in pulling the blouse angrily down her back, off of her shoulders. To be tossed aside to some other part of the room; the picture of her collecting her clothes, disheveled and used, further enraging Rufus' lust for her. But the strange thing about lust was as powerful as it was, it was very rarely organized.

Which was why he found himself, with Keena practically shivering underneath him (in his climate controlled office, it definitely wasn't due to the cold), Rufus found himself perched above her, his hands trembling. Not due to fear, which was an emotion he didn't know intimately, except how to force it into others. Not due to cold; it was his office, and his hands were always warm due to his experience with materia. But due to uncertainty. He had a ton of ideas about what to do next, but Rufus wasn't sure. So many paths to the same end point that he craved.

Which was Keena, nude, and willing, if not subservient. The barest hint of a smirk appeared on his face, and his hands stopped, now certain of their path, and their objectives along the way. Even if it was a woman's body he was pondering now, and not a battle field. His enemies being her remaining coverings, and his goal their removal.

Simple. Start from the top, work your way down... Another bare moment passed before he backed away slightly; only to give his arms more room to bear their full strength. Her fight didn't matter, and the objections of her mind even less; he knew what he wanted.

And more, Rufus knew what she wanted; the hint of which was given away by the barest spot on her thong. I'll make sure he knows I saw it. Two strong hands went to Keena's shoulders, forcing her bra straps down her arms. To the clasp on her back, feeling it open a short time later despite her struggles. Rufus took a moment to feel the skin of her strong back, feeling it while his other hand rudely yanked her bra down her arms, throwing it elsewhere.

Something in Rufus made that same hand come across her face, enjoying her yell as he hit her. He smiled, rudely, lustfully, wantonly, at her, waiting for her to look at him. The other hand snaked down her back, squeezing her ass, gently making its way across the front to her sex. Hidden beneath her thong, even as her desire wasn't, and he cupped it. Squeezing it, enjoying Keena as she reacted to it, while his free hand explored her naked torso. Her breasts, now unhindered by covering, peaked and out for his enjoyment and manipulation.

Much like her entire body would be soon. After he returned to his task of stripping her naked. Which would be soon.

 

[Lucky_XIII]

As the final button of her blouse was undone, Keena strained to sit up slightly. An additional burst of effort in pushing Rufus away masked what could otherwise be construed as her body rising to close in the gap between them. His response was unconcerned. He did not actively have to force his will any more than he already was in regard to them remaining precisely as they were; the woman lacked the leverage she had in the shove delivered previously and was therefore was completely ineffective. The man paused and allowed his eyes to unabashedly wander her form, his features reflecting the desire Keena felt but tried not to display.

He grabbed just beneath the lapels of her shirt, after releasing his grip on her hair, forcing the material back over her shoulders with a swiftness that seemed brutish in design. It was enough so that Keena to let her arms slip from contact with him, and a second angry tugging removed the garment entirely. Carelessly, he tossed the article of clothing aside.

Keena shivered lightly, uncertain of and unwilling to deduce the reason as to why. Her attention instead settled on Rufus’ hands. She nearly doubted her vision as to their trembling; it did not come off as a sign of weakness, but rather some indication of pent-up...something. Rage, lust, a combination of both; whatever it was that it showed, Keena could not decipher exactly. But she easily made an assumption that very few people, if any, had seen him to temporarily lose control of his practiced motions and calculated stillness in such a fashion. She felt a tinge of guilt for allowing such a prospect making her feel in some way special.

He smirked.

With regained composure, the man lingered for a moment before unexpectedly pulling away from her. The sudden, albeit small, distance between them made her once again feel bold. As he reached for her shoulders, she dared to raise her hands to in an attempt to stop him. Even grabbing at his wrists, she could not hinder him from forcefully pulling the straps of her bra from their primary means of support. A quick pull of muscles yanked his wrists free of her grasp and he uninhibitedly continued, reaching to skillfully unfasten the hooks that clasped over her back. It was but moments later that he ripped the last piece of material upon her breast away, throwing it at random to the chaotic abyss that was his office floor.

Rufus slapped her hard across the face. Hard, from the prospective of the one who had been struck and had never experienced anything like it before; though the man had probably employed less than half of his actual strength in the endeavor. Keena responded to the crack of his flesh against her own with a cry, an almost and short-lived scream – her face turned slightly to the side as a result, her cheek burning in the after effect of the stinging blow. And yet...she did not seem to gain any terror out of the sudden discipline.

Her lips remained parted from the yelp of pain, the woman’s eyes sought to return to his imposing figure as she reached hand to lightly touch upon her superficial wound. She looked at least a little shocked, her gaze falling on Rufus’ smile...her own expression did not change to read as one who had just been injured should. There was a glint within her green eyes, her features failed to twist with resentment, and it seemed possible (if not likely) that she was actively suppressing a grin. The surprise, being genuine initially, lacked any other element of emotion and therefore seemed to be less so convincing with each passing moment.

She dropped her hand from her face and reached out to press against Rufus’ shoulder, her apparent shock ebbing. Keena strained to keep lust from her expression, but with her brows being drawn slightly together and her mouth agape; at best she managed to look as if she was more innocent than she was, confused but inexplicitly aroused. The motion of Rufus’ hand as it trailed down the naked flesh of her back, over the shred of fabric of her thong, pausing to appreciatively grope her ass; it caused in her more of a reaction than she could have ever dreamed. She trembled, her arms pushing against him uselessly in an attempt to distract him from her true reaction.

His fingertips graced over the flesh of her thigh as he repositioned his hand to better access between them. Without hesitation he pressed himself against her, his fingers curling lightly as he cupped her sex through the material of her panties, his fingertips teasingly pushing at her entrance while the bend of his hand rubbed against her clit.

Keena panted rather than allow herself to moan; her hands, placed upon his shoulders, ceased to push at him. She dropped her gaze, casting her eyes away from their bodies, going so far as to close them for a short moment. The woman attempted to focus on her breathing, her silence; but Rufus was relentless in his campaign for her surrender. His other hand traced up the flesh of her lean abdomen, exploring her flesh at a deliberate pace before sampling the weight of her breast in an open palm. He pressed the mound of flesh upwards, squeezing possessively, before allowing the globe to settle back into his hand.

The woman exhaled with a subtle huff before reopening her eyes...slowly, she moved her face so as to look upon Rufus again. His fingers brushed against the risen flesh of her nipple in the same moment that the movements of his alternate hand applied pressure to her clit; this time, she could not stifle the moan that followed.

She wanted to tell him to stop. To once again claim that she did not desire to be his, even if her voice would carry no conviction with it. Instead, she merely lowered her head as she leaned in against his body, her forehead lightly touching to his chest as she sought to hide from his all seeing eyes. At the same time, Keena felt an odd sense of comfort at being nestled against him thusly.

 

[Bevatoria]

It wasn't as if Rufus would remember every tremble, every subtle shake of her body. Or even every moan and gasp that Keena was allowing to escape her. That Rufus was provoking with every manipulation of her body. His actions could no longer even be called bold, as he was doing whatever he wanted, not despite her increasingly tepid resistance to it. But because of it. He could sense her inhibitions lowering, not only due to how she was pressing against him, but the fact her moans and gasps were sounding more and more natural, and less and less restrained.

She wasn't pushing at him anymore, or at least he was barely feeling it; the efforts Keena had been making up to that point, to Rufus, at least rivaled the attentions of a gentle breeze, which might've had more to do with how much he was still wearing rather then her physical capabilities. Keena was no gentle flower that would break in any random pick from the ground. She would have to be broken. And slowly, he was breaking her. Her breast was firm in his grasp, her nipple poking outwards, demanding attention while his other hand teased her sex through her most intimate piece of clothing. Rufus took a moment to enjoy the warm feel of her body against his, not only caused by their body heat at this point, waiting for Keena to look at him again before he pushed another boundary...rubbing her nipple and her clit at the same time.

She moaned, with no sign of restraint. He hid the triumph he felt, as there was so much left to do to her before their evening was done. How long it took was irrelevant, as the real battle was no longer being fought between them physically. Even as Keena's true submission had not taken visible form yet. She would still have her will and her defiance; what was important was that she would know, beyond all doubt, where thing would end up, and fight it anyways. To fight something she wanted, merely because she could.

She leaned against his chest as Rufus hand left her sex, as Rufus hands grasped each of her breasts in turns. Wanting to be fair, of course, and not leave her body aching for his touch merely on one side, he squeezed both of them possessively, for just a moment longer then necessary, before his grasp lessened. Testing each orb as if it were a lab specimen (even as the intimate nature of his poke and prods let her know that he was well aware that his analysis was anything but impartial), rolling each nipple in his hands. Enjoying the sensation it gave him, and what it seemed to do to her. Rufus looked at her again, making her eyes meet his before he abated from his teasing of her breasts, squeezing and pinching them until she met his gaze.

Before he let them go. He could simply sit her on the desk for this next part, but having her lean against it, needing the floor for support, was much more wanton, and much more desperate. Rufus was all but certain she wouldn't kick out at him if he moved to that region of her body but if there was a way to push what was left of her will (the part her body wasn't controlling) down further while still keeping her...well, occupied.

These thoughts ran through his mind while he nimbly disconnected her garter belt from her stockings, two hands repeating the gesture that he had with her bra; undoing the back, and leaving it somewhere behind him for her to collect later. His motions were getting harsher and quicker despite his deliberate thought process; even as her body betrayed her, so did his as well. Rufus wanted her; with nothing covering, and everything exposed.

Urgent motions brought his hands to hers, and all but shoved her hands into her body. One onto a breasts, as he squeezed her hand onto it. "Show me what you like." He whispered, his tone harsh and low. Her other, he all but shoved inside of her thing, the material bulging with her fingers pressed against her most intimate area. It was a boundary that wouldn't remain for along, as he had vowed to work his way down. "Do it, Keena. Now." He didn't explain what 'it' was; if his motions hadn't made it obvious what he wanted her to do, her mind could probably put a few things together as to what her body wanted her own hands to do.

Still, he took a little more time exploring her torso, squeezing her arms and stomach before they went to the side of her panties. It didn't occur to him what he was about to see as he pulled them down her hips and thighs, his greedy grasp taking her stockings with them as they descended down her legs together, revealing unmarred, pale flesh as they went. Her scent did not escape him even as the source of it did; and he silently reveled in her body's lust for him. The material was collected at her feet now, but he stood back up, letting his eyes take in every detail of her body, from ankle to neck.

Rufus lingered for a moment on her shaved, wet pussy, his leg intertwining in between her thighs for a moment, his knee probing the area as he pulled her arms back to her sides from whatever she'd busied herself with while he'd all but finished stripping her. "What kind of girl...." He lifted a thigh up, letting his foot push off her stocking and one side of her thong. "...shaves herself for a job interview?" He waited for her to look at him again, repeating the process on the other side. "Hmm?"

Leaving Keena completely naked before him. Most of her clothes scattered around the office; her stockings, heels, and thong in a pool below her. Rufus' eyes demanding an answer.

 

[Lucky_XIII]

As both of Rufus' hands found their way to Keena's breasts, her back arched towards in him response. Her chest pushed wantingly into his hands; she didn't attempt to hinder the soft whimper that he invoked by pinching her nipples or seek to escape his touch. While she remained willfully hiding her expression from his sight for half of a minute, she eventually felt inclined to lift her face to look upon his own, seeking to observe his expression rather than show him her own.

He placed his hands upon her hips, pulling her only point of balance right out from under her. She wrapped her arms around him suddenly as she feared for falling. Her feet soon found the floor, her midthigh pressing back against the edge of his desk as Rufus' standing momentum carried her to the new position. She loosened her grip around his shoulders, but did not immediately let go; she lingered in the moments that he deftly removed the straps of her garter belt before disconnecting the garment entirely from her form. Just as she began to let her limbs slip from his body, his hands sought to find her own, taking them to place upon her own flesh.

Keena was reminded of her capacity to blush when the man placed one of her hands upon her breast, his hold over top of hers causing her to squeeze and feel the fullness of her soft globe. "Show me what you like," he commanded in a whisper. Her other hand found itself crammed into her panties, her fingers immediately feeling the heat and wetness of her sex. "Do it, Keena. Now."

She nearly hesitated, but Rufus' dazzling eyes quickly persuaded her to comply. Like some sick kind of enchantment, a spell that he had somehow cast...she was unable to refuse his desires in this moment. Or her own. A stroke of her fingers along her slit, tracing the folds of her lips, reminded her of her weaknesses; she shuttered and pressed her palm against her breast before turning her attention to firmly pinching the hard nub of her nipple. Her head rolled back just slightly as she began to circularly rub her clit, feeling her hips jerk forward lightly in response.

His hands remained on her body, teasingly stroking along the flesh of her arms and stomach as he watched her play with herself. Keena allowed the hand within her panties to slip lower, the tips of two fingers pressing shallowly into her wanting pussy. She closed her eyes briefly and wished that it was him. As she opened her eyes she couldn't help but quietly whisper, "Rufus, please..."

She wasn't even sure if he had heard her; it might have come out as an unintelligible moan. In any case, the man reached his hands to grasp at her panties, grabbing the fabric at her hips. As he descended down her legs with the small piece of clothing, he took her stockings along with. As he reached her feet, Keena shifted her weight from one foot to the other in turn, making it easy enough to remove her heels.

She couldn't deny it; as she found herself flat footed on the luxurious carpet, she couldn't help but immediately feel more in control of herself. She felt...stable. It had served to greatly increase the gap between her and Rufus' height, of course, but he was not so much taller that it seemed uncomfortable. The edge of his desk, now, would press just under the crease of ass, the shelf of her rounded posterior overhanging the smooth surface just barely. She inclined her face to a far greater degree to look up into his eyes as he regained his posture, but somehow...somehow, that just felt right.

He studied her fully exposed form, focusing attention on her shaven and shamefully wet pussy. He grabbed and removed her hands from herself as he moved to work a leg between her own. "What kind of girl..." The movement of his leg as he kicked half of the last of her discarded items of clothing away tested against her arousal. "...shaves herself for a job interview?" He similarly removed the other half of the materials that piled about their feet. "Hmm?"

"...Apparently the same kind of girl who lets her boss strip and fondle her in lieu of an interview," she responded in a humored tone, corrupted marginally by the lust of her voice. Keena, of course, did not find present circumstances to be funny; again, she showed that her sense of comedy often worked in her defense, being used to lighten whatever she might actually feel. What she had said, after all, delivered with not even a shred of shame, was far easier than admitting that she was, by all definitions, a whore. His whore.

The bravado melted as she studied Rufus for several moments. "...No secrets?" she asked, more so to draw his attention to her words rather than to ask in doubt or affirmation; she heard and she committed what was said to memory, which would no doubt serve her well in her new 'career'. She'd pause just long enough to ensure that she had his gaze within her own. "It was for you, Rufus...having little to do with the job, truthfully." He seemed to hold enough interest in her words for her to continue. "Of course I...I never imagined. I'm still half convinced this isn't reality."

"...In fact, I hope this is all just a fantasy." As if testing her words, her hands moved to the single button that held his jacket clasped over his chest. Her fingers worked dexterously to unbind it. "Because...I suspect you're kind of an asshole outside of the bedroom." She'd flash him a grin as she pushed the material of his coat over his shoulders, watching for his reaction before continuing to attempt to disrobe him any further.

 

[Bevatoria]

Keena's answer only enflamed Rufus' lust further. "...Apparently the same kind of girl who lets her boss strip and fondle her in lieu of an interview." He had to chuckle at it, liking her...well, it wasn't exactly defiance, but almost pride. That she'd let this happen, maintaining that she hadn't been forced into it. And, as Rufus let her return to her senses (or revel in them), he knew she was right. It's what he'd been trying to tell here; there was always a choice. Real power was in subtly, gently maneuvering people to your side so that they felt they'd made the right choice.

But Rufus wasn't foolish enough to think that this had entirely been his doing. Even if he felt he'd seen it in her, and that was why she stood before him now, nude but for her feeling,s and words. Which continued to pour from her, minus some of the courage she'd just shown. It took a lot to even speak in front of Rufus Shinra, much more when one was naked.

And wet. It was a lie, however, to state that the arousal from both of them was not equally apparent; Keena's was simply more obvious.

"...No secrets?" A pause, and eventually Rufus drew his gaze from her body to see her eyes. "It was for you, Rufus...having little to do with the job, truthfully. Of course I...I never imagined. I'm still half convinced this isn't reality." Her words intrigued him, and Rufus felt himself loosening, just a bit.

"...In fact, I hope this is all just a fantasy." She undid the button on his jacket, and Rufus let her; only because he would have gotten to it himself eventually. She was close to pushing past her boundaries...yet again. "Because...I suspect you're kind of an asshole outside of the bedroom." A smile, as if they were equals, as if he was playing a game with her and now it was her turn. Rufus did allow her a smile of his own, and her hands were deliberate and delicate as they slipped the jacket down his arms. He suspected that she stole a 'grope or two' of her own; a further reminder of the strength that he wasn't utilizing at the moment. Her hand traveled to the top button of his shirt, and then the one below it. Letting her reveal a bit of what she would see eventually.

But not tonight. Rufus' hands flashed to her wrists, grasping them just a little too tightly, with a shake of his head. What he looked like underneath his clothes would be left to her dreams, the smile on his face turning back to the smirk, and then back to the menace and arrogance, as he directed her hands to his belt.

To his pants, where his manhood waited for her. She could get that out, to see it, adore it, worship it. How, was up to her, and his body language and expression left no doubt as to what she was to do next. She would get him out, and then she would take him inside of her.

Willingly, or unwillingly.

 

[Lucky_XIII]

The woman’s gaze lingered on the curve of the man’s lips; his extraordinarily handsome features supplemented grandly with a smile. Keena felt a rush to see such displayed without any outward signs of cruelty or malice. She wouldn’t go so far as to hope that his mind wasn’t actively plotting against her...as she knew that it was. But in that moment none of it mattered. After pulling his jacket free of his arms, Keena kept her hold of the garment long enough to toss it flatly against the chair that held her own draped over the back. Her eyes and hands returned immediately to the prospect of further undressing Rufus, gauging how he regarded her as she reached to his shoulders. Her palms and fingers gripped over the contours of his muscles as she trailed her hand over his upper arms. Only a moment was spent before she returned towards the goal of unbuttoning his shirt, her hands taking ample feel of his upper chest along the way.

She made it so far as two. Her gaze fell upon the bend of his collar bone as she prepared to loose another button, instead finding her wrists abruptly nabbed. The force of the grip employed was surprising, though it shouldn’t have been and wasn’t entirely unpleasant or unwelcomed. Keena raised her eyes to his and watched the purposeful shake of his head; his smile twisted into a wicked smirk.

Rufus refused her the sight of his body. Keena felt a rise of disappointment in response as she tried to decipher if his move meant anything directly or was just a general show of his superiority to her. As she considered the question, the man was more than happy to oblige otherwise directing her movements, uninhibiting her from the need to decide what her next action should be. He moved her wrists downwards, stopping only when her hands made contact with the top hem of his pants.

She wanted to rebel, to act up in a fit of defiance for his most present denial of being completely undressed. But...it was difficult - as her sight indulged the outline of his generous endowment, proudly erect and straining against the material she was given the option to remove - to not at least...sample the opportunity.

One hand lingered at the hem of the cloth barrier, fingers curling lightly into the space between it and his flesh. She pulled him forward with a quick tug; not so much as to try to make him move his feet, but enough to have his hips jerk towards her. Her other hand moved slowly, her fingers making brushing contact against the tip of Rufus’ hardened manhood before trailing down his impressive length. During her descent, more of her hand came in contact as she practically grasped at him through his clothing. She’d work her hand up and down his lap with a teasingly tame pace as her alternate hand worked to pull at his belt. Once such was released from the buckle, she’d use both hands to open his pants.

Her fingers curled around the material of his boxers and his pants collectively. Pulling downwards, she also pulled forward on the band of his undergarment, allowing his marvelous crown to emerge. She stared appreciatively as she continued to slowly pull the material further down his hips, down to his mid thighs. She released the garments and allowed them to plummet to the floor.

Her body begged her to obey him; to shamelessly surrender upon her knees in reverence of his mighty cock, kissing and licking appraisingly...or to welcomingly pull him between her legs, pinning herself under him on his desk, begging him to fuck her. Hell, she wanted it bad enough to throw him on the desk, to ride him with reckless abandon.

...And why shouldn’t she? He was going to win, in the end: Keena knew that. She watched as Rufus stepped out of his pants and kicked them away; his eyes locked on to hers and the last of her will to resist him dissolved.

She lost herself to the moment, or perhaps to the circumstances. Whatever the case, Keena pushed all thoughts and implications from her mind. She focused, instead, on one simple objective: to fulfill Rufus’ desires. Her own gratifications would only be a happy benefit. As for her reflection...she’d deal with that later.

With a light smile, Keena took a step towards him, pressing her body against his own. Her hands trailed up his naked waist, catching and carrying the material of his shirt upwards slightly as she continued to feel up his sides. Her hands diverted, then, and slipped around to the small of his back. She leaned forward to kiss his collar bone, her arms tightening as she drew his body to press harder against her. Feeling the contours of his thick length against her bare flesh, Keena immediately gained a better appreciation of his endowment.

She wanted to feel him inside of her. But, more than that...she needed to show him exactly what it was her loyalty could do for him.

Keena trailed three open-mouthed kisses along his collar before releasing him from her hold and allowing her body to drift slightly away from his. Slowly opening her eyes, her vision settled on Rufus’ expression as one of her hands glided back around the front of his hip, her fingertips lightly grazing over his flesh as she neared his erectness. Her touch lingered teasingly just outside of making contact.

She slowly began to sink to her knees, her sight remaining on Rufus’ face as she descended. Once settled on the floor before him, she turned her attention to his marvelous cock, her hand moving to wrap about the base lightly. She leaned towards him, bringing her lips just short of pressing against his crown; a rasp of heat escaped her in the form of an exhaled moan. Then, rather than take him directly into her mouth, she moved her face further downwards, her cheek rubbing against the entirety of his length before repeating the motion in reverse. When she again reached his tip, she glanced upwards to witness his reaction as she began to purposefully stroke his shaft. She watched, and she waited, desiring to taste him but delaying for his command to do so.

 

[Bevatoria]

It took him most of his willpower not to sigh, to show pleasure, or even to relinquish control even at the act of her brushing against his manhood. Even through the barriers of cloth that still remained, Rufus was reminded, rather bluntly, that he was still a man. And even the most powerful of men had the same weakness; what only differed was how much they let that themselves be controlled by it. And as he stuttered forward at her pull, Rufus knew that it would be much easier if he just gave in and let her manipulate him through his manhood. A hiss escaped him as her finger brushed against the tip of it, and he wondered if even he wanted it more then he would admit to, as if present circumstances were not evidence enough.

And he still hadn't felt her actually touch it, skin to skin. She teased him, and he gently caressed her cheek as she did. A move that could be interpreted as a master loving a pet, but never intended as such. Rufus had no patience or time for such labels, as the gesture was intended to show her he appreciated her efforts, even as she drew out the experience almost painfully.

But all the best lovers did.

Her pleasuring was good enough that he barely noticed when she freed his belt from its buckle, opening his pants and pulling them downwards, along with his boxers. Rufus watched as her eyes locked on him, on the most vulnerable part of his body, letting the haphazard collection of clothes collect at the middle of his thighs; a slight shift of his body and gravity doing the rest as they fell to the floor. Allowing him to step out of them while she seemed to collect her thoughts. Rufus couldn't see the dilemma she was facing, not precisely, even as the slight tremors of her body gave away that she was feeling something.

The smile that showed on Keena's face showed what direction she had chosen as she forced her body into his; like a statue of a greek god of old, Rufus did not move or budge, instead feeling her push into him. Enjoying the feel of her, the warmth of her skin against him wherever she brushed against him, whether it was flesh to flesh or just through the barrier of his shirt. She started to tease his shirt upwards, and Rufus barely twitched, proving correct in his assessment as she caressed him lightly under it. She wanted to touch him, but for the moment, Keena seemed to understand that she would only go as far as he let her. Which, for the moment, consisted of her pleasuring him.

And she was good at that. Rufus couldn't hide the shiver that passed through him as she kissed his collarbone with a sfot, delicate touch. She pulled away from him slightly, and he looked at her, lust filling his eyes. This woman was probably better then many of the supposed 'experts' at it, and in her gaze Rufus could see something that could never be bought. Real submission, and real loyalty...possibly more, but Rufus couldn't be bothered with that now. All he could be bothered with was watching her. So that it was only his touch that felt her hand journey around his hips, the expected contact with his manhood not happening. Rufus lustful gaze stayed locked on Keena, who did not disappoint.

Deliberately, Keena lowered herself to the floor, never once breaking Rufus' sight until she was on her knees before him; holding his attention a moment longer then necessary. Telling him she knew what this meant, that there was no turning back. As if there had been for the moment she'd started the interview process; as if when the boring Shinra HR people had droned on mindlessly through the endless questions, that it would end here. With her, nude, bowed before the son of the president.

He couldn't help it. Rufus could watch her as she grasped him, feeling her tentative touch around his length. And as she leaned towards him expectantly. Even at Keena's wanton moan at the sight of him so close to her, a little gust of heat passing over the bobbing mass. But he had to close his eyes as she brushed his cheek against him, not just once, but twice. Drawing out the tease, trying to push him as he'd been pushing her.

Rufus would 'let' her, simply because he was enjoying it. Her audacity, at forming some level of control whils she was in his office. His eyes returned to her, looking up at him while her hand slowly started to masturbate him, preparing him for what was about to happen.

She wasn't naked and on her knees to give him a handjob.

A hand that had wanted to squeeze her hair to demand obedience no longer needed to, and Rufus pulled his demeanor together one last time. He'd still be her boss after this, but for this moment, he was just a man getting what he wanted from a woman. Even as his eyes and a gentle push of his hand relayed the message, he wanted her to hear it from his mouth; one final verbal push for the woman at the precipice.

"Take me into your mouth, Keena."

 

[Lucky_XIII]

The insistence that she continue was evident in his gaze. Additionally, one of his hands pressed lightly against the back of her head, beckoning her to bring him more pleasure. But it was not until she heard Rufus speak that she complied.

”Take me into your mouth, Keena.”

Her eyes trailed from his face, over his still covered abdomen, back down to what was essentially ‘eye level’ for her in her present position; her emerald orbs settled on the sight of his length and the hand that worked to stroke him gently. She leaned towards him again, her lips parting before she made contact with his flesh. Her mouth slipped over the crown of his manhood, her tongue running smoothly over the tip of his arousal, hoping to gather a taste of his essence. An “Mmm” noise escaped her throat as she withdrew briefly, her lips dragging across his head as she moved back, similar to the retreat of an open-mouthed kiss that did not wish to end.

Her hand had ceased to stroke him, instead settling at his base. She held him as her face moved again, lowering her mouth to the position of her wrapped hand. Her tongue pressed wantingly against the flesh of his lower shaft before trailing up his length, to the tip, where she would immediately transition from licking his underside to opening her maw, changing her angle just slightly to push his cock into her mouth.

Lips sealed around his girth as her tongue sought to encircle his head, doing so in the span of a moment, before she pressed him farther into the warm recesses of her mouth. She took him, slowly, her tongue working to massage him throughout, until she felt him nudge against the back of her throat. She’d draw back and pull nearly to his tip before repeating the motion, with just a slightly faster pace. She began to supplement such movements with her hand, drawing her steady grip up his length as her mouth withdrew and pulling down towards the base before again devouring him.

Her other hand trailed over his flesh as she repositioned its placement upon his lower back, sliding down to tenderly grip his ass cheek before coming around to the front of his thigh. Her fingertips danced over his skin playfully, working their way to the space between his legs. As her hand ran upwards, she shifted from the use of her nails to a cupping accomidation for his sack. She pressed up slightly, massaging his balls with a gentle motion of her fingers and palm. As their weight resettled into her hand, she moaned against the length that was buried in her mouth.

She drew back, removing her lips from him completely. She gave his crown a departing lick as her hand shifted to stroke the entirely of his proud cock; the woman moved downwards, her mouth shortly approaching her alternate hand. It relented, returning to tease his inner thighs, and her tongue moved to appreciatively lick at his sack. She purred. Using the placement of her tongue under one of his balls, she cradled it against the soft appendage as she drew it her mouth. Her lips held him lightly as she tenderly suckled, her tongue massaging along the edges before moving to work against every bit of flesh within her mouth. After about half of a minute, she paid similar attentions to his alternate ball.

Keena would glance up at Rufus briefly as she finished, immediately returning her hand to continue to fondle his sack in place of her mouth. She’d raise her position slightly as she watched him, her gaze shifting back to his marvelous erectness in the moment before she prepared to take it again into her maw.

She pressed his tip against her closed lips, pushing her face against him. The effect was to have the tip of his cock split her lips open as he slid into mouth; his length was met by her tongue, which seemed determined to press and move against his intimate contours unendlingly. Again, Keena settled into a system in which her hand and mouth worked in conjunction to stimulate his length.

The first few returning passes of her mouth were gradual, with her working his cock into her mouth at a relaxed if not tentative pace. After such, she withdrew again. She gave a praising moan as she moved to kiss the flesh of his shaft open-mouthed, her lips falling about the side of his girth about half way down his length. She similarly kissed the other side, slightly higher.

A lick carried her mouth back to the tip of his manhood. This time, she took him back into her mouth with newfound fervor, practically slamming his cock to the depth of striking the back of her throat. She repeated the motion without the slightest hesitation, eliciting a moan from herself as she felt her own arousal responding to the actions. She trembled lightly as she pressed her face into his lap over and over, both hands working to further draw pleasure from the man she served.

 

[Bevatoria]

As Keena lowered her gaze from Rufus' face to his length, being stroked by her almost absently, Rufus focused in on her. It wasn't as if time slowed down, as her hand was moving at normal speed both to his eyes and his sense of touch. Or that he unaware of everything around him; even as his eyes stayed on her body, taking in her movements as she began to service him, Rufus could feel everything around him. But it felt like he was tuning out everything, in a way; he was only subconsciously aware of the sound of his breathing, the hum of the air vents, and the subtle beeps and noises being made by his computer in the room.

The sound of her hand rubbing against him, the pop of her lips parting, and the ever so slight slurping noise her mouth made as she started to take him in, however, did not escape his notice. The subtle vibrations of her mouth as she hummed at his taste, a feeling that Rufus enjoyed, showed by an ever so slight tensing of his body. Keena pulled away from him, his mouth only joined to him now by a line of spit that was quickly cut.

The focus of Keena's ministrations had shifted from her hand - which she used to hold 'him' steady - and to her mouth, as Rufus felt her tongue on him for the first time, on the bottom of his cock. She continued to work him, enveloping more and more of him, her lips closing. He enjoyed the warmth and wetness of the sides of her mouth, and her tongue. She didn't flinch when he hit the back of her throat for the first time, instead pulling back and doing it all again; letting her hand's caresses supplement her mouth's work. Enjoying his length like a favored meal; savoring it, not rushing just to get him off so she could go home.

Likely because she wasn't sure that would do it.

She drew him in closer, not merely focusing on his shaft. Her hands playing across his skin, and then his balls, not neglecting the rest of his cock while she was sucking. Teasing him there, the vibrations filtering through his manhood as she moaned before pulling back entirely, although not without licking him as she left. A breath, and a shudder escaped Rufus, not as she traced his inner thigh, but at her purring before starting to work on his balls with her mouth, tonguing and sucking the delicate skin gently before working on the other one. It never occurred to him how much he'd dropped his guard to let her work on him; a slight tension or an erratic movement and she could easily have him writhing on the ground in pain. She did one side, and then the other, wetting and pleasuring the soft flesh.

A look up at him, as if seeking approval before her eyes returned to his cock. This time, it was as if he as thrusting into her mouth slowly (something he'd never do; if he was facefucking her, it would be hard) as she 'forced' herself onto him. This time, she used what she'd learned about him so far to great effect, continuing the pleasuring of his manhood how she'd done so far, taking him in deeper and deeper each time. Soft kisses were given when she let him out, with Keena still moaning as if she was the one being stimulated; Rufus felt his own arousal growing at the knowledge that Keena might be getting off at her own servitude to him.

Something passed between them, and her sucking of him became more urgent, the noises from her more primal as her body started to get deeper and deeper into the act of serving. Her hands drew tighter, and her mouth more pressing and prodding around him. The room seemed to fill more with her slurping noises, her breathing and rocking motions, and Rufus' own gasps and breaths of arousal. God, she was good, so good, and she was going to be working with him...and for him...doing whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it.

But this kind of thing couldn't happen all the time. Could it? She was a whore, but she wasn't; just another assistant proving what she could do in order to prove her loyalty. And what she was doing, right now.

Had she given it to him? Or had Rufus taken it from her? Could it be both?

It wasn't what he was thinking about right now. All Rufus was really thinking about was how hard he was, how fantastic it felt in her mouth, and wondering how much deeper she would take him in.

Or how much she could. If he made her...

 

[Lucky_XIII]

A trickle of warmth made itself known to Keena as it slowly crept down her inner thigh. Her knees were placed a foot apart from each other, and as such the ambient temperature easily found its way between her legs. The heat of her spilled juices would cool and in response a chill would travel through her body; or perhaps the shivering was related to something else. The realization that she was more aroused than she had ever been...Rufus needn't tease her body directly to have her soaking, to cause her to tremble with desire...

It wasn't the time for the woman to wonder what it said about her, that she wanted to submit to this man. To Rufus Shinra - the most arrogant and to-be most powerful man on the planet. What was it, exactly, that caused this sort of shameless reaction to taking his command? Was it him? Was it the power behind a corporation world government? ...Was it her?

Keena was headstrong, smart. Even coming from a bad sector of Midgar, she had never been victimized. An attempt had never even been made; the woman carried an energy of strength and held a composure that didn't easily translate into a target. And yet here she was...willfully bending to the wants of a stranger in all but name, taking pleasure in his use of her.

She moaned against the length of the cock buried within her mouth, slowing her bobbing pace slightly. Her hand continued to stroke the portion of his shaft she had yet to taste, and she had to wonder: could she even take that much? Keena had never attempted to deep throat anyone before...or even been presented in a situation in which such was an option. Truth be told, she hadn't many lovers, and none of them had been nearly so generously endowed as her new boss. With her pace continuing to slow gradually, her tongue seeking to lap at the underside of his cock as she did so, the woman eventually slipped him out of her mouth. Again, she nuzzled her cheek against his marvelous manhood, causing for a smear of her own saliva to shimmer under the lights of the office as she moved to tenderly kiss and lick his length as she returned towards the tip.

"My god, Rufus. You're marvelous."

Keena wasn't sure if she was permitted to speak; though she was hardly concerned. Even if she were not showering the man with the sincerest of compliments, it seemed likely the woman would rarely hold her tongue in circumstances which involved only them.

But at present, there was nothing else of value to say. Keena had no intention of letting Rufus know her any more than he had to, so it seemed unlikely they'd be having long conversations. Sex, mostly. And a paycheck. Maybe Keena could pretend they weren't related.

They're not, she tried to convince herself already. The corporation pays you; you swore loyalty to Rufus for nothing more than your desire to be possessed by him.

She placed her lips at his crown, giving a graceful lick around the head of his cock before again taking him into her mouth. Pressing her face into his lap at a steady pace, there was only a minor hesitation when he nudged against the back of her throat. Keena pushed deeper, but only by a small amount before withdrawing. Suppressing her gag reflex, she assumed, would be easier if she slowly worked him deeper.

As she continued to press him deeper into her throat, pulling back more than half of his length before giving another attempt, her pace steadily began to build. It wasn't long before she settled into an arrangement which allowed her to breathe on occasion between having her airway blocked by Rufus' massive cock.

Again, she moaned. A fresh stiffening of her nipples made her suddenly more aware to the wantings of her own body. The rocking of her hips in the movements of her face against Rufus' lap made her suddenly imagine rubbing her soaking slit against the underside of his cock, her body jolted lightly as if his crown had actually pressed teasingly against her clit. Keena uttered a, "Fuck," but no doubt it came out as little more than a noise from her throat, vibrating around the shaft that she so willingly was devouring.

It was in that moment that Keena realized that two things. One, that she was capable of cumming without so much as being touched, and, two, that Rufus' pleasure was a catalyst for her own. Just imagining him unloading his seed in to her throat, rewarding her for her servitude to him...it was riveting.

She wanted to please him more than anything else in the world. To make him crave her...to draw out his lust more than anyone else ever had.

To be his.

The dark haired woman was now taking nearly all of his length, slamming such into her throat at an enthusiastic pace, inspired by her sudden realizations. Her face quickly became flushed from the efforts, coupled with spans of not being able to properly breathe. She worked to receive her reward, though she couldn't be certain that she'd receive it in such a manner.