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Smart Woman, Serious Business Chapter 1
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Smart Woman, Serious Business
Chapter 1
People have told me I am a very assertive woman. I don't
know if I can agree with that totally. I am straightforward and
honest about most things. My name is Alexandria Melbourne and I
work as the senior Vice President of Merrill Lynch out on
California street in San Francisco. I have worked as the senior
Vice President for nearly 5 years. I am 27 years old and the
youngest Senior Vice President the company has had. I have also
been told I am the best looking one at that. I stand 5'-5",
108 lbs. and have a 36-24-35 figure. Most people can't believe
I am senior VP at 27 years, this was possible only because I
had a dual degree, political science being my second. I consider
my tactics as a VP like a politician. I am a liar, cheat and
a prostitute. I will sleep with anyone who could advance my
career. I guess my body is mig htier then the sword. I have
won great corporate battles that way and gotten multi-million
dollar accounts.
Today I got called into the President's office. The
weather is a scorcher and I am glad the air conditioner works.
The ninety something degree heat wave is unbearable. I got my
attache case together and cal led in my secretary Sharon. Sharon
is a perky little darkhaired brunette. When I refer to little, I
mean her height. She was 5'-2" and 102 lbs. with large milky
breasts. I never really examined her but she was pr etty well
endowed. She would always get sexually harassed but the male
employees. Bill would harass her the most. Bill has a financial
consultant who has been with the company for little longer than
me and is very envious of my position. He would grasp the
opportunity to take my position the first chance he got. He has
always been really turned on by my body. When we were both
working in the same office he would harass me with rude remarks.
Now that I am a senior VP, he treats me with great respect and
tries to kiss up to me, all very phony. I know he would not
want anything more than to watch me grovel at his feet as hi s
secretary. Bill has gone through seven secretaries within the last
two months, all of which were turned off by his sexual remarks
and gestures.
Sharon, however, I like most out of all the colleague
under me. She was always trying everything to please me. This
woman, if anyone else under me, deserved a management position.
She would try to assist me in anyway but was not phony about
any of her concerns. She worked very hard and would absorb the
extra hours. She once even went as far as to bringing me off
to a climax during a massage she gave me when I was tense. I
don't know if she knew I had an orgasm then, but I really
wouldn't care if she did. Her hands rubbing my neck, my back
and even the side of my breasts, by accident, according to
her. What I enjo yed most was the massage of my legs and
thighs. I would frequently take her to lunch and dinner,
supposedly for business, but I knew better. I would try to pry
into her personal life asking her all sorts of que stions. She
would always answer me truthfully and honestly except about her
sex life. The boyfriend she said she had, never dated her,
since I asked him. The man, Frank, who worked at Dean Witter,
the place she u se to work at, never dated her. I know if he
did he would have discussed it with me. Sharon, who is twenty-
five, I think is still a virgin. She just sounds like she
doesn't know anything about sex, orgasms or anything. She is
real sweet and innocent. Sharon, from North Carolina, continually
talks about her parents, brothers and sisters. I was always
still determined to find out about her sex life. I sware, if
Sharon were a man I would want her to be my husband. So
supportive and caring.
Anyways, Sharon came in with her black skirt and red
suit-jacket top. She looked striking standing in front of me with
her 4" heels. Sharon walked over to me.
I wish I could tell Alexandria how I felt. I have been
in love with my boss ever since I first met her. I wish she
would notice me. She always look like a international model.
Everytime I am in her pre sence my juices get really flowing. My
pussy swells like a blowfish around her. She doesn't know this,
but my silk panties are constantly soaked everytime I am around
her. I would love to grab those large, firm b reasts of her's
and chew on her munchable nipples that seem to rip through her
blouses. Alexandria doesn't know that I am not as interested as
guys as I am about girls. Men are to quick and selfish about
sex. T hey don't take the time to understand their partners
needs. I never had sex with another man before, but I have been
interested in them, especially those athletic, more than muscular,
men on beer commercials. Alexandria just seems to be able to
take control of her life so well. I wish I could be as
aggressive instead of so passive. I feel I am very close to her
and would love to continue with that. I am th e only one who
is allowed to call her Alex, everyone else has to address her
as Miss. Melbourne, Ms. Melboure, Ms. Alexandria Melbourne or
something along those lines.
Sharon came towards me and asked me if there was anything
she could do for me. I told her we were going to see the
President ASAP. I told her to gather some note taking equipment
and
the annual yield chart on the companies progress. Sharon complied
immediately with my request saying, "Yes Alex. Whatever you say."
She made a graceful 180 degree turn and walked out of my
office. Her firm, ripe bu ttocks seemed to move like a goddess.
After about five minutes I went outside my office with my
attache in hand. I looked at my imported Movado watch that kept
impecable time. I saw Sharon bent over looking through her desk.
The large leather folders with the charts in them was on her
desk and she was looking through her desk still.
"Sharon, does there seem to be a problem?" I asked.
Sharon stood up and her stockings got caught on the drawer
handle making a run in the back.
"Oh shit! Why doesn't anything go right for me?" says
Sharon. Her hand was in her hair and she turned her torso
around to try to look at the run again. She almost seem to
cry.
"Sharon, what's wrong?" I asked. Sharon seemed very edgy.
"I am just very nervous." says Sharon.
"You always seem to nervous. Lighten up on the coffee." I
said, "Don't worry, he asked to see me not you. You
won't be put on the spot to say anything, so just
relax."
We walked over to the elevator. The elevator next to it
was closed due to a malfunction and hasn't been repaired yet. We
entered the elevator and were the only ones in there. As we
started on up the elev ator, the elevator stopped one floor from
the top, actual in between. The power went out and then the
emergency light was activated.
Chapter 2
We were in the elevator for over a half an hour and the
heat started to get to us. The air conditioner was not working
and we were still stuck there. Sharon looked as if she was
going to faint. She toss ed her top off a long time ago and
was sweating from the heat. I was not so good neither. I had
my blouse opened up all the way and my breasts were expanding
and contracting a little faster than normal against my bra, as if
I was just finished doing low-impact aerobics. We were each
sitting in one of the corners of the elevator.
I crawled over to Sharon who was sitting in the corner
with her legs spread and head leaned back against the walls. Her
eyes were closed and she seemed in a very dangerous, unstable
condition.
We had not talked for the past twenty minutes being very short
winded.
"Sharon, talk to me." I said.
"Alex, I don't feel so good." said Sharon, "I have
something to tell you."
"What is it Sharon?" I asked.
"I don't think I am going to make it and I want to
tell you something." she said.
"Don't talk like that. We will be fine. You just have to
hang in there. You will have plenty of time telling me
whatever you want." I said.
"No, I have to tell you now. I haven't ever been so
strongly attracted to another woman before in my life. I
never had the nerve to tell you before now." she said.
I couldn't believe my ears. This woman who is just so
beautiful is turned on by me. I held her face with both
of my hands and kissed her on the forehead, "Everything
is going to be okay."
Sharon reached over and set her right hand on my left
breast. She gave my breast a squeeze and my breast popped
up over my bra.
"100% natural." Sharon said and then fell back.
I grabbed her and pulled her head between my breasts. She
laid it there while still breathing pretty hard. She pulled my
other breast from out of my bra and put her lips on my nipple.
She was in a subco nscious state and still didn't look well. I
could feel front teeth fastened on my nipple and her saying, "I
love you Alex. I really do."
She put her hand up my skirt and between my legs. I
could feel her rub her finger over my clitoris causing it to
send a rush across my body. I laid on my back and she lowered
herself between my legs. Her breasts fell over the top of her
bra like mine did and she began probing me with her tongue. My
body was heaving with an electrical shock through it. I was
really getting ready to go over the edge. I then let my muscle
relax and soaked her face with my juices. I pulled myself up
and held her breasts, each in each hand. She leaned over and
held mine to. We then had our lips meet again and our tongues
entwine. W e both were in our own world when the elevator door
opened. I opened my eyes and turned them towards
the door just as Sharon did. The president along with some of
his associates, the other VPs and some maintenance people were
staring at us. We still had our mouths locked and our hands
on each others breasts. My skirt was hiked up around my waist
and I had on no panties since they were taken off by Sharon.
Everyone seemed to smile at us and we let go of each other
and tried to scramble to put our clothes on. Some of the
newbies were whistling at us and going "Wowwwww!" and laughing.
I felt very embarrassed and knew Sharon must have felt a lot
worse since she was the shy one. I already slept with three
of the people watch ing, but I was still very embarrassed.
After I pulled my skirt down, not bothering to put on my
panties just tossing them in my briefcase, I buttoned up my
blouse and pushed my breasts back in my bra. Sharon ha d done
the same.
"At least you found a way to entertain yourselves." said
the President of the corporation.
Sharon replied with, "Yes sir....I mean no sir...I mean.."
Sharon was overwhelmed with fright or humiliation. She ran
out of the elevator and over into the ladies bathroom. I
walked over to the ladies bathroom and Bill replied, "Way
to go!!!"
I slapped Bill as hard as I could across the face and
pushed my way through the crowd to the bathroom calling out
Sharon's name. I walked in there and found Sharon sitting on the
small couch inside the b athroom crying into both of her hands
that were now covering her face. I felt so sorry for her and
forgot my own humiliation.
After a few weeks, Sharon however recovered from the
incident. The President gave me the serious tongue lashing as he
yelled at me for "abusing my privileges as the VP." He did,
however, not do anything bey ond that because he was afraid we
would sue the company for physical cruelty due to the extreme
heat and unbearable conditions.
....Watch out for further episodes...
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