Jack came back from his luncheon meeting at quarter to three and immediately called El over. She came in, stripping off her clothes with a resigned sigh, then assumed her position.
"Did Hank come by?"
"Yes, sir. He fucked me, doggy-style. You can add it to my book."
"Good. You fuck anybody else?"
El decided to keep Sam to herself. “No, but I had to give the deli guy another blowjob to pay for lunch-does that count toward my total?"
"No. I admired your initiative the first time, but I didn't authorize a repeat."
El had expected as much.
"Anything else happen while I was gone?"
"Well, there was one thing. It would help me if you would clarify my duties. On the way to lunch, I was accosted by two day-shift workers, who asked that I get into their car and show them my tits and pussy."
Jack sat up. “Did you?"
"Yes, sir. but they wanted more. One of them wanted to touch me, and I was afraid of where that would lead. It would help if you told me what you expect when you say I should be ‘nice’ to workers. I'm happy to give them what they need, but if I let them have me, then my value as a reward for increased productivity will vanish."
Jack nodded. It was a good point. “I think you did the right thing,” he said. “When someone asks to see your body, you should show it. And under controlled circumstances, a little touching may be okay. But when it comes to fucking or sucking, you need to run that by me."
"So in the car like that, you'd prefer they didn't touch me?"
He nodded. “Yeah. If there's going to be touching, I want to have control of that. Otherwise, we know what that'll lead to."
El was satisfied. Now she'd be sure to get credit for every sex act. In that way, she could pay off her debt more quickly and leave Sawyer Metalworking forever.
"Yes, sir."
"Okay, you may go. But be ready at four to go with me to visit that client."
After she left, Jack turned on the camera. He never tired of seeing El's pussy spread open for him. He thought it might be a good idea to add a third camera, mounted over the glass door, so he could see her from all three angles. That way, if she ever was ordered to sit at her desk without wearing a top, he could see what passing employees would see. He so enjoyed humiliating her.
He heard a noise and looked back at the screen in time to see Gloria barge into El's office. That bitch is going to be trouble, he decided. She had threatened him earlier with all kinds of workplace violations, the main being sexual harassment. Jack didn't need the events of the past two days broadcast on the local news. He'd have to find a way of placating-or blackmailing-Gloria.
He could tell from their conversation that Gloria was demanding to see Jack once again. In a few seconds, his intercom buzzed. Absently, he flicked over to the other camera in time to see her hand drop down between her legs. Damn! He wanted to catch her in a violation, so he could add to her punishments. But she was being far too cooperative.
"Yes?"
"Sir? Gloria wants to see you."
"Send her in."
Gloria barged in. For a fleeting moment, Jack pictured her stripping off her clothes and coming over to kneel at his side. But, of course, if she did, he wouldn't want to see her naked. She was a sturdy woman. Not fat, just filled out by middle-age. She'd been at the plant nearly as long as Jack had owned it. She did a tremendous job in human resources, so he didn't want to rile her. Yet she clearly seemed riled.
"What the heck is going on around here, Jack? I mean, you've got Ellen acting like a slut, the workers are all distracted by her, and you have no CFO now. I'm afraid you're losing control of this plant."
Jack studied her carefully, picking his words. “I know my methods seem unorthodox and I know you don't understand what El is up to now. But I have to tell you, Gloria, since she started her new job, we have a very strong chance to pick up two million dollars in new business."
That took Gloria by surprise. But she recovered quickly. “What's she doing, fucking the clients?"
"Let's just say she's ‘stimulating new business.’ If just a few of these clients come on board, we're going to have to expand the plant. And that means new workers."
"Well, that's all well and good, but this is going to blow up in your face. You can't force women to be your company bimbo! What are you thinking? And why is she going along with it?"
"That's confidential. I can tell you that this has been done by mutual consent. No one's forcing El to do anything she doesn't want to do."
"Oh, I can't believe that. She was a well-respected CFO. No woman wants to become a man's slave!"
"You'd be surprised. She seems to be enjoying her new role.” Jack paused, thinking carefully about his next statement. “As you know, we have the position of CFO open currently. Know of anyone who's qualified?"
Jack knew full well she did. She'd been hinting, long before Ellen had arrived, to hire her brother-in-law, Andy, who also was a CPA. Jack had found him worthy, but Ellen had slightly better qualifications. Plus, she'd been a lot better looking that Andy.
Gloria was no fool. “Are you suggesting that if I keep my mouth shut about Ellen, you'll hire Andy?"
Jack shrugged. “Andy was a strong candidate before. I would, of course, only hire him on merit, regardless of what you decided to do. However, if you raised a stink over this temporary situation, I think I'd be so distracted by the lawsuits, that I'd be unable to afford a CFO. We might even have to shut down the plant."
That reached her. She stared at him. Then she asked: “Temporary?"
"Yes. I'd say El's only going to be with us for a year or so. Then the plant can return to normal."
Before she could respond, Jack asked her: “Why are you coming to El's aid anyway? Didn't you tell me, when I hired her, that you thought she wouldn't be as competent as Andy?"
Warily, Gloria nodded. “I thought she had some flaws. I didn't know they were so big."
He nodded in agreement. “I'm going to post the position of CFO tomorrow. I hope, whatever you decide to do, you'll keep the best interests of the company in mind."
With that, he dismissed her. She went out the main door, avoiding El's office. It was as if she couldn't bear to see the tart again.
At quarter to four, Jack called El into his office and asked her to bring the other outfit. Once inside, she lay the suit on a chair and stripped yet again. She put on the conservative outfit. Jack could see that she felt more like her old self with the suit on. Jack picked up a folder on his desk and led her out.
They got into his car outside. Without being told, El pulled up her skirt and spread her legs for him. He absently stroked her naked flesh while he drove. She was quite wet to his touch.
"We're going to meet a man named Roger Andrews. He owns a plant that makes metal cabinets for various electronic devices. We have about twenty percent of his business and I think we can do better than that. However, Roger is… well, let's say he's a contradiction. He spouts Bible verses and he's active in his church, but I know for a fact that he also hides a big secret. When he was a young, he joined the seminary for a time, thinking he wanted to become a minister. But he got caught fooling around with a young student, a teenage girl, and got tossed out. He's walked the straight and narrow ever since, been married for years, but I'll bet he'd love to sneak in some lovin’ as long as he doesn't get caught. But we have to be careful.
"That's where you come in. As far as Roger is concerned, you are unmarried. I want you to find him so attractive you can't stand it. He's not an ugly man, although he's probably about twenty years older than you.” Jack paused. “Now, one thing. I don't want you to pretend you're a deeply religious person because I think that could backfire. I'd rather he thought of you as a fallen angel, a troubled girl who needs to be redeemed."
Ellen blushed but said nothing.
"So flirt with him, but don't be too obvious. I'm going to make an excuse to leave the room, to give him time to talk to you privately. Give him your phone number, if he asks for it. Maybe touch his arm ‘accidently.’ You know the drill."
El nodded. “You really think he might want to pursue me, even though he's married?"
"We'll find out. He may call you on some pretense, either at home or at the office. You are to be flattered and interested."
"And a little bit naughty?"
"You've got it. Ideally, he'll get into this thinking you need some counseling and he'll find out that you'd really like to fuck his brains out. Then we'll see what develops.
"Here,” Jack said, handing her a small cell phone. “This is pre-programmed to my pager number-just press this button here. Keep this in your pocket. The volume's turned all the way down, so Roger won't hear anything. When you get what you need from Roger, you call me and I'll come back in. Okay?"
El nodded.
They arrived within thirty minutes. They were met by Roger's assistant, a matronly secretary named Gladys. She escorted them to his office, a rather colorless cube with windows looking out over the factory.
Roger rose to greet them from behind his plain, functional oak desk. He was a trim fifty, with salt-and-pepper hair combed straight back. He wore slacks and a polo shirt. Jack shook his hand and introduced him to “Ellen, my executive assistant."
Roger smiled and shook her hand.
He really is quite handsome, El thought as his held her hand. She could picture him as a kindly minister, with a flock of adoring parishioners. She felt a little spark shoot through her. This may be an easier assignment than I thought!
Roger indicated they should all sit, then turned his attention to Jack. They were speaking in numbers: model numbers, profits, percentages-El tuned out. Instead, she concentrated on Roger, the way he moved, the words he used.
Once, while Jack was shuffling through some papers he'd brought, Roger glanced over at her, catching her staring at him. He smiled briefly, then turned back to Jack. El worried that maybe he wasn't interested in her.
But a few minutes later, he glanced over again, this time letting his eyes lock onto hers, just for a second. El smiled back. It became a tennis match, serve and volley.
Jack wrapped up his presentation, offering to give them a better overall deal if Roger would let them produce a new line of products for them.
"What's your offer?” Roger inquired.
"Well, I can tell you in just a minute. My production manager promised me some last-minute figures before I left. If you'll excuse me for a moment, I'll call him and then we can talk business. Do you mind if my assistant stays here?"
"No, not at all.” Roger flashed her another grin. El knew this was her chance.
Jack pulled out his cell phone as he left, pretending to call the factory. El watch the door close behind him, then turned all of her attention back to Roger.
"So,” he said, breaking the ice, “how long have you been Jack's assistant?"
"Just a few days. He's bringing me around to some of his clients so they can get to know me. I'm really glad he brought me today.” She gave him her best, shy-but-sexy smile.
"Really? Well, I'm flattered. Tell me a little about your background."
El began telling her about her college education, but wove in a sad tale about coming from a broken home and how hard it had been, living on her own. When Roger inquired about her religious beliefs, she told him how she had lost her faith in the church when her mother died at the hands of a drunk driver.
"But God didn't cause that man to drink and drive,” Roger responded.
"I know, but it was just so unfair. I felt betrayed. My father ran away when I was two and I've never seen him again, and my mom, my anchor, the one who took me to church every Sunday, died three months before I graduated from high school. I felt abandoned, not only by my parents, but by God as well."
"Oh, my child, this wounds my heart to hear your story! Have you had counseling to help you cope with your tragedies?"
"No, sir, I haven't.” El blinked her eyes, trying to make tears form. “I probably should have. I went kind of wild after that, doing drugs and having affairs…"
"Well, I'd be happy to recommend someone-"
El blanched. “No,” she said quickly. “I'm really rather shy about it. In fact, I don't know why I've been telling you all this. There's just something about you that makes me feel very comfortable."
"That's very nice to hear. You know, I almost became a minister at one time, way back when I was about your age."
"Really? I'll bet you'd have made a good one. You have a way of understanding people. I'll bet that's why you're so successful."
Roger was clearly flattered. They chatted a few more minutes, then Roger checked his watch. El knew too much time had passed-if she didn't entice him now, the moment would be lost.
"I've really enjoyed talking to you. If you had been my minister, I probably never would have left the church."
Roger cocked his head. He hesitated for a moment, then said: “I'd be happy to talk to you again sometime, if you think it would help."
She feigned embarrassment, as if she were unworthy of his attention. “Oh, I'm sure you're far to busy to spend time dealing with my problems!"
"No, no. I'd like to help, if I could."
El pressed the button on the cellphone through the pocket of her suit jacket, then told him: “Well, why don't I give you my phone numbers and you could call me?"
He readily agreed. She wrote her home and work numbers down on a piece of paper he provided, just as Jack came back from his “phone call."
"Good news,” he said, eyeing El, then turning his attention to Roger. “My production manager says we can beat your other deal by eight percent."
Roger nodded and said that was certainly worth exploring. He promised to get back to Jack in a few days, after he discussed the offer with his executive staff.
On the way out to the car, Jack whispered to El: “Well, did he bite?"
"I think so. He has my phone numbers."
"Good, girl!” They got in. “Now show me your pussy."