Perspective: Christopher Langford -- Six Months Ago
Dear reader,
Believe me when I say that your perspective on life changes as you get older. I've realized my great error now that I'm frail and nearing the end.
As of this writing, I have 59 billion dollars spread across various accounts, entities, and foundations. Billions more in securities, funds and other assets. My business empire spans the globe and the ventures are still growing.
I should have given more time to my family. My brothers and sisters. Nieces and nephews. My grandkids. My big mistake was not expressing my love. To guide them, to teach them ethics and philosophy. Sadly, I won't have another chance.
Onto the story:
My most trusted business advisors and associates have become crooked in their dealings. Enriching themselves with secret deals at my expense. Flaunting their power to people in lower positions.
My family has grown complacent living off my fortune. Although I have given them good jobs working for me, many of them do the bare minimum, if anything at all. I've spoiled them.
Later this morning, I am secretly meeting with my team of lawyers to fully re-draft my Wills/Trusts.
Upon my death, my granddaughter Samantha will inherit everything. I trust her pure heart. She is forbidden to delegate duties or wealth.
No one, aside from my lawyers, is aware of my intentions. I know it will be a great shock to all parties involved. Although I will not be alive to see the results, I can only pray they will become better people from this.
May everyone forgive me.
I only wish for the best.
All my love,
Chris
Perspective: Samantha Langford -- Present Day
Imagine this setting. You're 22 years old and have just graduated from college. Your mom gets you an office job, which involves you performing menial tasks for managers.
Suddenly you become the CEO of that global corporation.
Reeling from the loss of a grandfather, Samantha found herself in the center of a hurricane, a disaster of epic proportions.
A team of lawyers kidnapped and imprisoned her in the company's main office, doing their best to explain that she was the new Chief-Executive-Officer of the company. That she was now a billionaire, in terms of overall assets, cash on hand, and stock options.
They showed her Christopher Langford's Will & Trust documents repeatedly, along with all of the signatures to convince her this was real. The lawyers even made charts to show everything that she owned around the world.
Her duties were non-delegable. If she attempted to assign her powers to anyone else -- then according to the Trust -- all assets would be liquidated and the wealth would be given to charities. The entire family would get nothing.
Samantha ran to the nearby bathroom and threw up. Earlier that morning she was in charge of making photocopies and organizing documents. She lived with her parents in a reasonably sized home. Her entire wardrobe was bought at discount prices, heading out to the mall whenever there was a big sale.
Although her grandfather was a wealthy man, he was notoriously cheap, giving family members normal jobs with average pay. The grandfather certainly had his favorites. His eldest children had higher paying jobs. While his youngest children had lower paying jobs.
Samantha's family was at the bottom of the Langford totem pole. They had the least of everything. They had the fewest perks and cheapest gifts, but they were happy with what they had. It was an honest living and they legitimately worked for their money.
"Ms. Langford? Are you okay?"
She lifted her head off the toilet seat. "I'll be fine tomorrow."
Wanting to spare herself the extra embarrassment, Samantha flushed the toilet and tried to stand, instead falling on her bottom where she sat.
"I recommend taking the day off," he said, kneeling beside her. "Regroup, then we'll continue tomorrow when you're better. I'll have the driver take you home, wherever you consider your home to be."
"This is a nightmare, you know."
"No, I disagree with you. Give it time. The best people are at your disposal and you'll be briefed on everything."
"I want to get a lawyer first," she said, resigned to her fate.
"You need to understand, Ms. Langford, I'm your lawyer. Every lawyer in the other room is your lawyer. Everyone in this entire building works for you. You own everything now."
She thought she felt elation in the pit of her stomach, instead it was something else, and she brought her head to the toilet so she could throw up again.
When she arrived at the downtown building the next day, an image of her face was enshrined in the lobby, in the place where her grandfather's image used to be. It was like the coronation of a new Queen in many ways.
Once invisible arriving to work, now everyone looked at her and offered a handshake. Smiles were on everyone's faces and people stood upright. Was this what being a celebrity felt like?
The news cycle had been relentless. For several hours she was the #1 trend on Twitter, with most of the comments making jokes about the situation. Memes were made of her pretty face. Private security protected her home. Notable headlines dubbed her as 'The youngest (most unfit) business leader in the world.' along with a more comical 'College graduate blessed by crazy old grandpa.'
One headline simply read: Girl Boss
As she made her way through the crowd and the phones taking pictures, she heard a familiar voice calling out from afar.
"Sam! Sam!"
She turned around. "Ms. Gupta, hi."
The woman brisked towards her, gently grabbed her by the arm, and turned her around so they left through the main entrance.
"Please, call me Parmveer from now on," the woman said with the brightest of smiles. "Let's get out of here. I'll explain everything on the way."
For some context, Parmveer Gupta was a prodigy student at Harvard before joining the financial sector as a data analyst. Parmveer worked her way up the corporate ladder with brains and long hours in the office. In a matter of years she became a leading confidant to Christopher Langford, which in turn made her one of the most prominent figures in the corporation.
There were rumors that Parmveer ran things with an iron fist, punishing opposition and demanding loyalty from those beneath her, occasionally making people cry. There were also rumors that Parmveer was close to being fired for those reasons.
Outside a limousine waited for them and they walked past a camera crew that was waiting to record 'Girl Boss' leaving the building.
"Interesting morning, isn't it?" Parmveer asked as they got comfortable in the limo, which drove them away.
"Where are we going? I'm supposed to be working, whatever that's supposed to be."
"Before you work, it's necessary to look the part, especially if you're in the CEO arena."
Samantha looked down at herself. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
"Nothing, if you're a secretary or intern. You're the boss now. Trust me, I know a place."
The ride was silent as they headed to an upscale row of shops in the center of downtown. The limo stopped in front of an exclusive woman's store. Three days ago Samantha wouldn't have dared set foot in this place, now she was going to be personally styled.
Samantha hesitated before entering the store. "I guess I can afford this now."
"Well, this place is under the Langford name, so you own it. You have to get used to dressing like you're rich. Especially during board meetings where it's necessary to show that you're in control."
Is this what power is like? She'd always known Parmveer as being an icy cold woman who rubbed people the wrong way. In fact, Samantha had distinct memories of visiting her grandfather in his main office and receiving zero acknowledgment from Parmveer, none at all.
Now all of a sudden, Parmveer was the most supportive woman around, nothing but smiles. They even held hands as they entered.
As it turned out, their destination was reserved only for them. Female staffers waited for their arrival. The owner was a chic French woman named Isabelle who greeted Parmveer with a kiss on each cheek, before appraising Samantha's appearance.
Employees brought forth pre-selected outfits and rolling clothes racks were neatly arranged in front of several mirrors.
"This must be what heaven looks like," Samantha said, eyeing the heels and skirts, but too afraid to touch.
"If you think this is heaven, then you must be God because you own this place. Everything here is yours. We're just giving you a fitting."
"My life will never be ready for this."
"Life will eventually feel normal," Parmveer said, running her fingers through the expensive fabrics that hung on the racks. "Speaking of which, how's the family situation? Last night must have been fun."
Samantha jokingly widened her eyes. "Madness. Pure madness. It was a total shit show. It still is."
"Oh yeah? Friends and family calling you nonstop?"
"I've gotten lots of texts and emails from my friends. But family? It was like a family reunion at my house. The place was packed and everyone was mad as hell. You have no idea. Everyone demanded their cut of the inheritance and wondered how I got everything. My freaking aunt even accused me of blowing my grandfather to become CEO."
Parmveer laughed. "Having money can be lonely. At the very least, you have one friend that you can always depend on, no matter what."
"Who's that?"
"Me. Who else? I'm going to show you the ropes. Relax and follow my lead."
In that moment, Samantha realized that the rumors about Parmveer being a corporate shark were true. It felt like a game of corporate chess was being played and now the pawns were starting to move and the strategy had already been hatched.
The young CEO was outmatched and she knew it. Business had never been her forte. She always shied away from business affairs because she was sick of hearing it all the time at family functions.
But at the moment, Samantha had little choice but to accept Parmveer's help. Getting as much knowledge as possible was essential. Parmveer knew the ins-and-outs of the corporate empire better than anyone, and as a result they were stuck with each other.
The stylishly dressed shop owner indicated that the process of modeling outfits should begin. Samantha felt out of place amidst the pricey clothes but was given an outfit to wear.
One by one, she stepped behind a curtain to change her clothes, stepping out for approval on how it looked. Every outfit fit perfectly as she repeated the drill for nearly thirty minutes.
Stepping out for the last time in a new outfit, Samantha received quite a shock from what she saw in the store.
The beautiful Parmveer stood naked in the room. Her flawless mocha skin almost simmered under the light. Parmveer wasn't a shy woman when it came to nudity. Her heavy breasts swayed gently with each turn, capped by prominent black nipples. Wide hips and a curved butt made the figure all the more mesmerizing.
An employee handed Parmveer intricate pieces of lingerie, which she wore; barely-there panties with a custom-fitted bra. A sheer negligee was placed over that. Turning both directions, Parmveer examined herself in the mirror.
Parmveer stated her satisfaction, "Isabelle, you've outdone yourself. This set is perfect for me."
"Of course it is, mon cherie," the French woman laughed. "No one knows your curves like moi."
Light kisses were exchanged between them, which turned into a direct kiss on the lips, lingering beyond what might be considered polite.
Breaking their embrace, Parmveer gestured over to Samantha, who was uncomfortable under the scrutiny.
"Sam will need some lingerie as well. Something that will make her feel good while she sits for big meetings all day. What do you have that will give her a strong dose of confidence?"
"I've taken the liberty of picking out some sets, but I need a sense of her breast shape. Please remove your clothes, Miss Langford."
Despite her best efforts to protest, Samantha was cornered by three young store employees -- that were technically her employees now -- who worked to remove her top.
Samantha stood topless with a shy demeanor, with an office skirt below and hands covering her breasts. Her shoulders were slumped down, but the French woman stood in front of her and pushed the shoulders up. Isabelle then pulled Samantha's hands down and visually inspected the breasts, even squeezing them to get a sense of their dimensions.
"Your bosom is perfectly shaped. Not too big, not too small. Delicate little pink nipples. Turn so that I can check your derriere."
A blushing Samantha was spun around by the employees, who then removed her office skirt, along with her modest underwear. Lacy black bra and panties were put on her as if she were a product on an assembly line. Next came the garter belt with stockings, which was something new for her.
"Now you have a woman's beauty, my dear Ms. Langford. Ah, yes, look at yourself. So sweet and pure."
The employees put Samantha's new office clothes on her. She almost didn't recognize herself looking in the mirror. It was a total transformation and she certainly looked like the 'Girl Boss' the media had named her.
But the women in the room had a much different reaction. Their eyes seamlessly lusted after her. For good reason, too. It was the new sexualized version of herself. More mature, more refined. It was a glimpse into her own future.
Clothing, as it turns out, does wonders to a person's confidence. The feeling Samantha got from sitting in a designer wardrobe was divine. The fabric was like a warm hug. The Laperla undergarments were like silk on her skin (because they were literally silk).
It was early the next morning and she was having breakfast with Parmveer in a restaurant on the top floor of the company building. They had a grand view of the city as they were seated by the window. The staff was instructed to give them privacy as they ate an assortment of freshly baked pastries with eggs and sausages.
"There's a reason I wanted breakfast with you," Parmveer said, taking a sip of coffee. "I know that members of your family have urged you to fire me. I know that a few Directors will also urge you to fire me later today."
Samantha knew this conversation was inevitable. The immense power she now wielded came with tremendous responsibilities. Everyone who collected a check from the Langford family name was now her jurisdiction. The good and the bad.
Their eyes were locked as they sat across from each other. This was an adult's game. It was time to step into the shoes of a CEO and Samantha carefully exercised her duty.
"I can't lie to you. Yes, those things are true. I've never fired anyone but I know it's going to be brutal. If I have to, I'll do it. I'm sorry."
"My job is everything to me. I've spent my professional life here and I want to remain with the company. May I defend myself?"
"Sure, you can say whatever you want," Samantha nodded, slipping into the role of being a boss, or at least trying.
"First, before your grandfather passed away, he made numerous acquisitions in Asia worth hundreds of millions of dollars. These are major investments. I was a key player in making those deals and it was my connections that made it happen. The market in Asia is loyal to me. That's not a threat, it's just smart business.
"Second, I loved your grandfather. He was like a second-father to me and I cried when he passed. He trusted me with the keys to his empire, and as you can imagine, my knowledge is greater than anyone's. In this critical period, you need someone like me to guide you.
"Third, and perhaps most important, your grandfather was a very nice man, perhaps too nice. He was shrewd in business negotiations and a killer in strategy. But he was a sweetheart when it came to his team. As a result, I've seen his most loyal people take advantage of him. The worst part is, Christopher seemed to turn a blind eye to this behavior."
"And you were only looking after my grandfather?" Samantha asked gently, trying to avoid a confrontation.
"That's right. I know it sounds self-serving, but it's the truth. My reputation is rough because it's my job to keep people in line. Now that you're a billionaire CEO, you're going to find out exactly how cutthroat this world really is."
A twisting feeling in Samantha's stomach made her regret eating breakfast. Now she fully understood why her grandfather often seemed so distant and sometimes cold. This game is ruthless, and looking at the woman's eyes, she had no idea what to do.
"I'll keep an open mind," Samantha said with forced confidence. "I can't promise anything, other than I'll have to keep talking to people. Everyone has been telling me such different things that it's hard to know what's accurate."
"There's more. I want you to hear it from me, rather than anyone else."
"Sure, of course. I'm still listening."
"I'm a lesbian."
Samantha tensed and gave an awkward smile. "My family is religious, but honestly, that part doesn't bother me at all. I'm not going to fire you just because..."
"Trust me, you need to hear this," Parmveer said, reaching out to hold the young boss's hand over the dining table. "Many of the prominent employees of this corporation are also lesbians. Think of it as a secret club. These are women who are so intelligent and have dedicated countless hours of their lives here. They just want an outlet, something to take the edge off. More importantly, they don't want to be judged for it."
Parmveer continued, "No roses. No flowers. No box of chocolates. They just want their needs met. It's that simple. And I'm in charge of all that. Tell me, Ms. Langford, have you ever been to the gym in this building?"
"No," Samantha replied. "The corporate gym has always felt too exclusive for me to use."
"It's an extraordinary facility. I suggest you try it now that you run this place. That's where it all started. We used to workout or get massages there. In the sauna we'd talk about our personal lives and shared the most intimate of details. It's amazing how close you can get to people by being naked with them on a regular basis."
Parmveer continued, "We knew we had the same sexual interests so it just happened naturally between us. Since I have the most seniority in the group, I was in charge. Plus I have the most domineering personality traits. I was their dominant. They were my many submissives.
"Imagine that, the most powerful and career-driven women in the city, naked together in the sauna or hot tub. Most of the action happened late at night, after working long hours on major deals, because we knew the gym would be empty. We'd be naked while working out. Great way to blow off steam. Then we'd massage each other. Help each other stretch.
"Our secret club grew over the years whenever we found like-minded women. Overall, our club is quite diverse. We have every ethnicity you can think of. Some women are divorced in their 50s. Some are young and fresh from business school. The thing everybody has in common is respecting the hierarchy. Older women with seniority get to sexually boss around younger women. That's the way it goes.
"Sex is also dirty and fulfilling. In your mind, think of the most high-ranking women in this building. Chances are, they were spreading their legs in the sauna so that recent Wharton graduates could eat their pussies. Sometimes there are strap-ons involved, either in the locker room or out in the gym so everyone could see it while working out. Power dynamics like that are what makes this so exciting.
"Back in the office, it was like nothing ever happened. I could be having a conversation about the latest financial figures with a data analyst, and no one would suspect that an hour ago, she had eaten my pussy or asshole.
"Let me tell you something else. I found out that a few of these women were selling corporate secrets for large sums of money. At first I was tempted to ignore it, but I'm loyal to your grandfather. Your grandfather made me something of an enforcer of his empire. Someone who cracks the whip when people disobey. That's why my reputation is conflicting, because I make the tough calls.
"I'm also the disciplinarian of the secret group. One day I called a meeting in the locker room shower. The biggest offender was a woman who made over $400,000 selling inside information. I got naked. I told her to get naked. I explained to everyone that secret dealings and insider trading are strictly forbidden. In the shower, I told her to kneel and open her mouth. I positioned my labia across her tongue and relieved myself."
"You relieved yourself?" Samantha asked, feeling the need to discover more. "As in..."
"I pissed in that woman's mouth. I like to urinate on women. I sometimes like it done to me if the other woman is rich enough. It's all about power. To me, that form of marking a woman is the ultimate test of loyalty."
The image manifested in the young CEO's mind, taking her to dark places. A shower in this building where powerful women urinated into each other's mouths. At first the thought repulsed her, but then she wondered what it must have been like to see it. How utterly taboo it must look. What it must feel like flowing down your mouth, looking up and seeing a beautiful woman doing it to you.
Although she never had any relationships with these corporate women, she knew who they were and many of them often attended parties at her grandfather's mansion. They were always so proper and socially presentable.
The thought of them doing such sexual acts was disturbing, yet arousing. She'd never had a lesbian experience before, but in her senior year of college she was offered a girl-girl experience by someone in the sorority, which she politely declined.
Could it even be true? Perhaps these were lies and smears designed by Parmveer to keep her job? Or to torch people's reputations of her way out.
She looked closely at this woman, one of her grandfather's most trusted confidants. There was no way of confirming the story. At least not yet.
"How can I even believe you?" Samantha asked. "Maybe you're just saying this so I have no choice but to trust you."
"You'll probably find out anyway. Might as well hear it from me."
"Does anyone else know?"
"Just the women in the group. A woman's reputation in the workplace is everything. That's how we've maintained this secret for so long. No one wants to be judged for what they enjoy sexually."
"Why are you telling me this?"
Parmveer took a drink of coffee. "Because I'm no longer the most dominant woman in this corporation. You are. That means you must assume my role and responsibilities "
"I'm not gay," Samantha said reflexively.
"You don't have to be. My appeal as the dominant is that I'm the most powerful. You've taken my place. You're the top woman in this corporation. In fact, you're the most powerful woman in international business. You must act accordingly."
The rest felt like a blur as Samantha listened to the alleged details of an 'alliance' with other corporate heads. As it turned out, Parmveer Gupta had sexual relationships with women on corporate boards across Europe and Asia to help strengthen ties. Spain to England. Germany to Russia. Burma to Japan. And the ever-growing markets in India.
It was business and pleasure at its finest. Parmveer had sexual connections in all of these places. Where men sealed deals with handshakes over drinks, Parmveer offered tongue or pussy.
The mantle was being handed to Samantha and there was an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, along with the arousal down below.
The 10 a.m. meeting in the conference room was a royal coronation. Every director was there. Key shareholders. Department managers. And all of the key players who helped run this business empire. There were 38 people in the room with most of them standing on the sidelines.
Samantha was at the head of the conference table where her grandfather sat for decades. As shy as she felt with everyone looking at her, she'd never felt so powerful in her life. It was a force she never thought possible. An emotion she never knew existed until this moment.
The event was ceremonial. Everyone introduced themselves, stated their job titles, and said what they were working on at the moment. Samantha previously had a broad understanding of the Langford empire, but this took things to another level.
It ended two hours later and a buffet lunch was served in the restaurant area of the building.
She was told by Parmveer to remain in the conference room, that there were people she needed to meet privately. She wasn't surprised when the two people were both women in prominent positions. One a director, another in charge of finances. Both were mature and sophisticated.
The ladies approached her to offer handshakes.
"You did a really good job today," a woman said. "I honestly think you're going to astonish a lot of people."
The other woman smiled, "I have to admit, you look like a completely new person. I hardly recognized you sitting up there. As far as your opening and closing statements, you're a diamond in the rough, but a diamond nonetheless."
Between the handshakes, the smiles, the flattering comments, Samantha had enough awareness to know that there was more between the lines. These two experienced business women were flirting with her in the conference room.
Samantha tried to ignore the overtly sexual signals from the women. It left her feeling distracted, uncertain, a little flushed. She hadn't had many sexual experiences in the past, and all had been with men around the same age, so she was surprised to feel a bit horny.
Never before had she been with anyone older, much less a woman. They continued their sexual innuendos until it finally happened.
"Would you like a rimjob?"
The question hit Samantha like an avalanche and it snapped her back to reality. In the corner of her eye, she could see Parmveer grinning.
"Excuse me?" Samantha asked, clearing her throat, making sure she heard things right.
"I've been informed that Ms. Gupta has briefed you on the current situation. So now I'm wondering if you'd like a rimjob. It's my way of showing respect before we start our new work-relationship."
The offer came from a stunningly beautiful woman named Melody, who was impeccably dressed and a top graduate of Wharton Business School. She was everything Samantha wanted to be -- a woman in control.
"Don't worry," Parmveer said, stepping into the conversation. "I've arranged for assistants to block the hallway so that no one comes back here. We're all alone. Here, let me show you how to receive a rimjob."
Unbuckling and dropping her pants, Parmveer exposed her bare butt when she put her palms on the conference table. The same table, which just moments ago, was filled with laptops and binders of the corporate leadership.
A woman named Liz got on her knees without asking, and buried her white face in between Parmveer's brown asscheeks. Liz's jaw was open and she pushed her face even more forward, to presumably get a tongue inside.
"Oh my god," Parmveer gasped with a laugh, turning her head to look at Samantha while getting rimmed. "It's the perfect way to finish a meeting. Stress release is always critical when making big decisions."
Having never been in this position before, the young CEO didn't know what to do when the stately Director of Marketing moved behind her and lifted her office skirt. She froze out of panic. Her new panties were small and her butt was mostly showing. She was certain Melody was taking a good look at what she'd be working with.
She felt Melody's hands stroking her long hair. It was completely unexpected and caused a tingle deep in her core. While watching the rimjob happening before her, she felt her panties being pulled down. She lifted each foot so that Melody could pull the panties away to toss on the table.
"Bend over a little, please," Melody said with confidence.
While standing, Samantha spread her feet a bit and arched her back. In her younger days she was a student of ballet. It taught her balance and gave her great flexibility which she mostly retained after all these years.
Hands spread her butt and the woman was gazing into her most intimate holes. Her pussy and asshole felt stretched from being opened so wide. A tongue swirled around her anus and Samantha nearly went cross-eyed from the taboo sensation. The tongue pushed inside her virginal anus and she gasped loudly.
Parmveer laughed while watching, "Told you."
The tongue swirling felt like a revelation. Where had this been all her life? No one had ever offered this to her. And it never crossed her mind to ask a partner to do such a dirty thing. The tongue extended all the way inside and performed circles.
While getting rimmed, she watched Parmveer shoo away Liz, leaving a trail of saliva hanging between her legs. Liz wiped her mouth, unashamed. Parmveer was also unashamed from having received such a sex act.
"Do you know what's better than a good rim?" Parmveer asked, standing bottomless in the conference room. "Getting your pussy eaten at the same time. If you stick with me, I'll teach you business, leadership, and how to get pleasure."
Parmveer snapped her finger, sending Liz to crawl over to the young CEO during the awkward rimjob.
A tongue in her butt was more than enough taboo in front of these women. But in her vagina at the same time? Liz crawled before her with a ready mouth. The only thing Samantha had to do was give permission, which she did so hesitantly.
Making space and standing more upright, Samantha tried to make room for another woman. She knew it would be tough. Using her youthful flexibility, she put one bare foot on the conference table to stretch her legs to accommodate the two women.
Just like that, Melody was still eating her asshole, while Liz sucked on her labia and clitoris, before plunging a tongue inside her pussy. This was heaven on earth. Her first lesbian experience. Her first group sex. It took away the stress of the earlier conference meeting and replaced it with a drug she knew she'd be addicted to.
Both tongues swirled as if in unison. These ambitious business women had clearly done this before. Their tongues were trained and they knew how to perform group service.
"I feel like I want to cry," Samantha said, experiencing so much shame that she looked through the window towards the view of the downtown afternoon.
"Why?" Parmveer asked.
"Because I want to cum so fucking bad that it hurts."
"This is your building, your company, your employees. Cum whenever you want, anywhere you want. Even on their tongues."
Samantha's mouth trembled and she squeezed her eyes shut. Tears formed in her eyes and one rolled down her cheek. Her feet clenched; her foot on the floor had toes that dug deep into the carpet, while her foot on the table had toes that curled onto the smooth surface.
Her body shuddered and she focused so hard on the tongues in her lower region that it was almost meditative. The tongues were relentless.
The young CEO exercised her first use of power by gushing onto Liz's tongue. The excess seeped down to her anus area, which went onto Melody's tongue. Both tongues kept on going. Kept on swirling. Licking the orgasmic fluids. Oh yes, these women had done this before. These women enjoyed the taste and symbolism of the boss's orgasm.
"You're going to be a rockstar," Parmveer said in a serious tone. "You have what it takes to do what's necessary."
Samantha exhaled when the tongues pulled out of her body, which then licked her sexual parts for the remainder of her cum.
"I'm so embarrassed."
"Don't be ashamed of your sexuality."
Samantha looked down at the women licking her body. "What next?"
"Relieve yourself," Parmveer said in encouragement. "Let it all go."
It was a horrifying request and Samantha looked at the two powerful women on their knees with wet lips. Both women were looking up, wondering or expecting a golden shower from the new boss.
"I can't," Samantha said, turning her head away.
"Why not? I saw how much coffee you drank this morning."
"I'm too embarrassed for that."
"Ms. Langford, people with great power don't get embarrassed. You're not allowed to be embarrassed anymore. Especially when it comes to sex. Now do it. Cleaners will take care of it after."
Maybe she did it because she wondered if it would feel good. Or maybe she wondered if she had the courage to do such a thing. It could be that she didn't want to appear weak before these women.
Either way, the young CEO gave a gentle push from her core and felt her urine flowing. It was like slow motion. Each second as horrifying as the next. When it flowed from her pussy, the elegant women held their tongues out and eagerly lapped it up.
The light stream was controlled as she kept her core clenched. When she had the confidence that these women were enjoying the power dynamic, she let go. She unclenched. She let it rush.
Samantha couldn't bring herself to look. She turned her head away while the stream of her liquids went to the women that worked for her.
When finished, she could feel the remainder trickle from her labia. She felt her pussy being licked for every last dropped. When she forced herself to look down, she could hardly believe what she had just done.
These prim and proper women were now complete messes. One had wet hair to match a wet face. The other's blouse was completely soaked.
Was this what sexual power felt like? She looked over to Parmveer who was pleased by this. Who was in charge here? Herself of Parmveer? She put her leg down and the women used tissue to dry her lower region. They helped put her panties back on, making her presentable for lunch.
"This was the last thing I expected today," Samantha said, clearing her throat. "But I'm starving and I need to eat. Let's get cleaned up and have some food. I'm sure they're waiting for us."
Epilogue: Parmveer Gupta
I watch Ms. Langford do her first television interview with a business network and so far I'm impressed. My team spent a week coaching her on the art of interviews and the ability of self-presentation.
When she arrives back to corporate headquarters an hour later, I am sure to send my best people to greet her. But of course, greeting her is largely my responsibility these days. I've earned her trust and she lets me manage a lot of corporate affairs behind the scenes. My job is safe despite people wanting to oust me.
Personal assistants give me a detailed breakdown of everything that happens by the hour. Finances are my expertise. This time I brush them off, which surprises them.
In the main office, Samantha Langford is tired from her first television interview. Her blazer is on a table and she sits behind the desk wearing a thin blouse. Her heels are off and her bare feet are placed upon the desk. Her hair is down and I can see small trickles of sweat around her forehead.
The secretary is named Claire and she is on her knees giving oral sex to an exhausted Ms. Langford, who is closing her eyes to enjoy the sensations.
"You were smart and beautiful," I say.
Ms. Langford opens her eyes. "Stock prices fell and public perception declined. People need to see that everything is under control. I have to protect my business and my family name."
"You sound like a real professional now. I love it."
"What can I say? I learned from the best."
I lick my lips and approach. "There's still much to learn. We've only just begun."
Relieving the secretary of her duties, I get on my knees and request that my boss Ms. Langford stand up and turn around. Although she is tired, she wants my services, so she stands and puts her hands on the large desk.
I get behind her and spread her bottom with my hands. What I see draws me in. The combination of Ms. Langford's anus and vagina is hypnotic. The hole is smooth, light brown, with wrinkle lines.
She moans when my tongue goes up and down like a paint brush. From her clitoris to her anus. She lays down across her desk when my tongue goes inside her pussy. She gasps when my tongue alternates between her vagina and anus, finding a home inside each delicate hole.
This is a welcome part of my career. I intend to help Ms. Langford succeed because I care about her and this corporation. I look forward to introducing her to my worldwide contacts. She will be served, and when necessary, she will serve in return.
The End
