The Boss' Plaything (Closed)

[lizzbeth]

"No, sir. I'll be ready" Amanda replied with all the confidence that she could muster. She rose to her feet, "I just have a few admin tasks to finish here this afternoon and then, with your permission, I'll get straight onto it."

...

The next day was filled with preparations; packing a suitcase; letting her parents known where she would be for the next week; researching Yashimoto Medical Electronics and Japanese pop culture, and of course, shopping for a few appropriate items. It hadn't taken her long to find a certain recurring theme. She felt more than a little apprehensive about packing some of the things she did, but this was serious and Mr Brooks was placing a lot of faith in her.

She knew that the meeting would be happening very quickly after the flight, and so Amanda met Mr Brooks at the terminal, already dressed for the occasion.

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[Niceandbrutal]

"Well look at you Amanda!"

David beamed as he again had the pleasure of the company of the prettiest girl in the room. Heads again turned and he was fixed with envious stares as he bounded to her and hugged her.

"You look stunning!" He led her to a private area in the first class lounge. "Anything you want to order before the flight, amanda? Anything at all, compliments of the airline, mind you." David was sipping a complimentary glass of champagne, offering her one as well.

After a while they boarded the new A-380 airplane. This was the luxury model with separate sleeping rooms, and they were shown to their adjoining chambers before takeoff.

David looked at Amanda before she entered her private quarters: "Definitely in the big leagues now, sweetheart!"

 

[lizzbeth]

Amanda's eyes were out on stalks as they boarded the plane. She had expected Mr Brooks to fly business class, with one of those large armchair pods, but this was like something out of a movie! She had taken a glass of champagne in the first class lounge and she was feeling a little light headed. "Oh my gosh! Its like you're a bond villain!" she gasped in astonishment, then blushed a little at how forward she had been.

Once they were in the air and the seatbelts sign blinked off, she got up and looked around the cabin, "I guess I should get some rest before we land. The meeting is at 9.30am local time isn't it?" She gave her boss a smile as she disappeared into her cabin. There was a TV/entertainment screen and a bed, much softer than she had expected. she sat on it and tested the mattress.

For a moment, Amanda lay flat on top of the covers. She was suddenly very tired. There were some hangers in the sleeping chamber. She stood and unclasped the skirt. It was comfortable, but fit snugly. She had to wiggle her hips a little to work it down and off. Then she unbuttoned and pulled off the blouse and hung them up. It felt strange, being only in her underwear with only a cabin door to separate her from her father's... and her.. boss. Nevertheless, she was very tired. She slipped under the sheet and sighed deeply as her head hit the plush, soft pillow.

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[Niceandbrutal]

David had to chuckle at her little comment about Bond villains. Contrary to those operette figures he was indeed a dangerous man. He'd made some headway in medicine and pharmaceuticals and he had feelers out for contacts with some of the more corrupt and dangerous despots on this planet. He would set up a meeting with one of the more decadent of government officials in darkest Africa, as his country housed some caves where real manbusting viruses had emerged.

He had to go over some papers with Amanda before he got some sleep. Without bothering to knock he entered her cabin. "Amanda, I-" He stopped.

She lay there, graceful as ever. She was almost naked, her features being covered by a discreetly elegant set of lingerie and the bedsheets. His heart lurched. She was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. Almost hypnotized he approached her bed, not sure if she was asleep.

 

[lizzbeth]

Amanda was deep asleep and dreaming.

In her dream she was back in the restaurant meeting between Mr Brooks and Mr Woodward, and she was sitting between the two suited men. They were discussing the same machines and contract quite as they did during the real meeting, but gradually Amanda realised that she was naked.

As the door opened the noise seemed to disturb her. She murmured and shifted in the bed, rolling over onto her side. As she did the sheet pulled away. Her leg, smooth thighs and buttocks were uncovered.

In her dream Amanda watched handed a pen to Mr Woodward and reached down to stroke the huge erection protruding from his trousers. As she stroked his cock the numbers on the contract began to tick upwards and upwards.

"Mmmhh. Its big." she murmured aloud in her sleep and squirmed.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

David Brooks couldn't help himself. He was almost overcome by the sight of her. He gently sat down by her bed and looked at her young beautiful body. He gingerly stroked a finger over her exposed calf and thigh towards her exposed buttock.

By the look and sound of it she was having an erotic dream. He gently teased her soft skin to see if he could elicit a response from her.

He took in the view of her slender yet curvaceous body, her smooth and soft skin almost screaming out for him to kiss her. Her lingerie seemed like nothing more than giftwraps begging to be torn off for him to enjoy what was underneath. His hands continued stroking her as she stirred, then awoke.

 

[lizzbeth]

In her dream Amanda could feel Mr Brooks' hand on her thighs and on her bottom, stroking her, he was saying "That's it, kiddo. Make it bigger. You're a natural." She was standing and bending over, she realised and she had both hands on Woodward's freakishly large erection now and it was still growing... growing... Woodward was fondling her breasts, just as he did in her appartment's doorway that night. He was leering at her open-mouthed. Almost drooling. "Mmmm you are talented. Work for me. Work it... Work it..." As she slept she responded to the soft stroking by turning further, almost onto her front, so that her bottom was upturned and her arms folded under her body. Unconsciously, she squirmed and ran her hands up her thigh. "Hmmm work it." she murmured. Her eyes opened blearily and saw a figure sitting over her. Her hand moved to cup her vulva underneath her and her hips rolled. "I'm working it, sir." she slurred, and her eyes fluttered closed again. Then her head pressed down into the pillow and she lifted her rump to press into his hand and her own hand flexed to stroke her sex. On the table beside her bed lay a box of travel sickness tablets. The warning 'may cause drowsiness' printed in bold letters on the side.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

David saw the pills on her nightstand. Damn it! No fun if she was drugged. On the other hand, no point in letting her building arousal go to waste. He continued stroking her, now concentrating more on the inside of her thighs and towards her crotch as she started masturbating in her sleep.

"That's it Amanda! Work it! Work it hard! The more you use it the more you earn me. And the more you earn me the more I want you! I want you, Amanda!"

He wondered if this would stick in her brain after she awoke. In the meantime, he tried to help her along to an orgasm, curious to see what this pretty young woman looked like in the throes of climax.

 

[lizzbeth]

"That's it Amanda! Work it! Work it hard! The more you use it the more you earn me. And the more you earn me the more I want you! I want you, Amanda!" Amanda heard every words and it blended with her dream. In it Mr Brooks was strokinging her between her legs and stroking her hair in encouragement as she jerked off the older businessman and his huge cock. She tensed and pulled her legs to lift up her ass. Her hands rubbed her sex through her thin panties. Softly at first, then harder and faster. Her back arched. " Uhhh... I want it." she murmered ambiguously in her sleep. In her dream Woodward's cock was monstrous now and throbbing and she could hear every word of encouragement Brooks had ever given her as the version of him in his dream fingered her from behind. "I want to be a good girl." shd moaned as her fingered worked between her labia faster."I want to be a good girl!" she whimpered and frigged herself. "Oh oh ohh he's doing it! He's doing it!" In her dream Woodward was cumming in a great gushing fountain. In the airplane cabin Amanda Reynolds was arched and tensed and crying out is sobbing whimpers as her body quivered and shuddered. As her orgasm subsided she slumped and the dream faded in to unconsciousness as she did.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Watching her orgasm was the greatest sight David Brooks had seen for some time. It was the unselfconscious grace and beauty of youth on full display before him. His dick grew hard at the sight of her moaning and bucking and he pondered for a moment waking her up and having his sweet way with her. But she was drowsy from the air sickness pill. He wanted her conscious when she submitted to him, her willing surrender more sweet than a pharmaceutically aided one. He stroked her hair gently as he leaned down to whisper to her.

"You are already mine, Amanda. I will enjoy having you."

He leaned down and kissed her lightly on her mouth, then repaired back to his quarters for a shower and a good nights sleep. He chuckled as he went to bed, wondering what, if anything, Amanda would remember from last night.

 

[lizzbeth]

Amanda awoke in a bleary haze hours later. She realised that she had been tossing and turning during the flight as the sheets were twisted around her and her hair was tousled and wild. It seemed as though she had only moments before put her head on the pillow. Yet hours had passed. She felt even more tired than before. She rolled over and turned over the packet of sickness tablets. "I'm never taking them again!" she murmured to herself and dropped them in the waste bin. As she splashed her face vague memories of strange dreams came back to her. She knew that she had dreamed of Mr Brooks, but the memories slipped away as she grasped after them. It took her a while to put herself back into elegant order and slip on her blouse and skirt. "Phew... I think I slept through the whole flight!" she said to Mr Brooks as she came out of the sleeping cabin. There was a sudden, strange feeling as she saw him. Was she blushing? Her cheeks felt warm. What on earth had her dream been about. It was time to strap herself in for landing, and an opportunity to study some of tbe papers Mr Brooks had given her. Then the interminable process of disembarking, passport control and collecting bags (although much faster for first class passengers). Then the two of them were in a private car on their way to the meeting. "We're here for three days." she spoke to him, "and the papers suggest several different meetings. I'm afraid I don't quiye understand the process on this one. Will this evening be about business. It has been translated as 'introduction protocol'." she looked to him for some illumination.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

"Tonight is a meet and greet with Mr. Yashimoto and his cronies. He'll more than likely bring along some of his yakuza friends to intimidate us. This is the best opportunity for you to really put the charm on him, Amanda. Mr. Yashimoto and I will exchange pleasantries as if our lives depended on it. Tomorrow we will get down to brass tacks. I suggest you wear something slightly provocative tonight, Amanda."

David leaned back and stretched himself luxuriously in the car. His arm rested across Amanda's back as they drove towards their hotel on the wrong side of the road. As they neared the hotel, David hoped the receptionists were aware about the little charade he wanted to unfold. "David Brooks and Amanda Reynolds, checking in!" he said with a haughty world weary demeanor.

The receptioneist punched in their names and his face visibly frowned. Good. The instructions are on the computer in front of him. The receptionist looked up at them, a well-practiced look of regret on his face.

"I regret to inform you that we've overbooked, sir, madam. There's only one room available and that is the penthouse suite. If you want to stay here you'll have to share, I'm afraid!" David looked at the receptionist, a well practiced look of incredulous anger spreading across his face.

 

[lizzbeth]

Amanda listened to the conversation between her boss and the receptionist with, first, surprise and dismay at the thought of not having a private space to retreat to during the trip and, eventually, resignation. She made sure to put on a brave face. She wanted to give the impression that she would be able to cope with the unexpected. "Oh, well. I suppose if there is no other choice we can muddle through with the penthouse suite!" she joked to cover her apprehension.

The suite itself was more of an appartement than a hotel room, and nothing like anything she had been in before. It was like something out of a movie. She noticed with relief that there was a couch. Somehow the idea of sharing a bed with Mr Brooks was a... distracting thought. There was little time to settle in. She wanted to concentrate on the meeting ahead.

Especially preoccupying was what 'something provocative' might mean. She opened her case and lifted up the clothes to see the special outfit she had prepared. She nibbled her thumbnail as she stared at it. "No... Not at the first meeting. I wouldn't be able to." she thought to herself. She needed something subtler... When she had picked out her outfit for the evening she slipped into the bathroom and shed her clothes the jump in the very large and luxurious shower. It was enough to let was water sluice over her body to revive her from travel weariness. Afterwards she slipped on the kimono-like bathrobe and came out calling. "The bathroom is free, sir!" Then she picked up the clothes laid out on her case and slipped behind a beautifully painted screen to dress. Just the act of putting on the clothes was like wrapping herself in armour. The bra cupped her breasts and pushed them up and together. The stockings seemed to stroke her skin as she put one foot after the other on the stool and slid them up her legs to clip them to the suspender belt. Then came the dress, clinging to her body beautifully and elegantly. When she stepped into the heels she felt ready to face the evening. All that was left was to put on her jewellery and apply makeup, chosen carefully to set off her eyes against the dress and emphasise her full, cupids-bow lips. "Alright." she smiled to Brooks when it was done, "Ready for action, sir." she gave him a mock salute.

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[Niceandbrutal]

"You're a knockout, Amanda!" He returned her salute, again inwardly gloating at the prize she was turning out to be. Yashimoto-san would have to put on his best facade not to openly ogle her. He knew that Yashimoto-san probably had prepared a diversion for him as well, but he doubted he'd be swayed by a small japanese girl.

"Now Amanda, I really need you to turn the charm on in there. There will be yakuza and japanese girls in there. The yakuza to intimidate us and the girls to entice me. Yashimoto-san -get used to addressing him as such, by the way- will employ every trick in the book to put me off my game. He wants me to pay for being his distributor, I want to limit that payment. He will more than likely be persistent in seeing more of you, Amanda. Do you think you can handle that?"

As he talked they were walking to the elevators. He'd received a message that a limousine was waiting for them downstairs. A driver stood waiting for them in the lobby. Judging from the open stares Amanda received from all the men (and some of the women) Yashimoto had his work cut out for him. They were led to the limo where a woman dressed as a geisha awaited, offering to serve drinks and refreshments. David led by example and requested and got champagne. He motioned for Amanda to order something as well. To decline hospitality could be construed as an offence. David leaned back with a contented sigh. "Might as well kick back, Amanda, there's a one hour drive to Yashimoto's estate."

 

[lizzbeth]

Amanda could feel the eyes on her as she walked through the hotel building. She supposed thatnwas the effect she had been aiming for, but it made her self conscious nevertheless. Mr Brooks' description of what the meeting would be like didn't help her nerves. She listened intently.

"Yashimoto-san, yes sir." she said to herself as she internalised her instructions.

" He will more than likely be persistent in seeing more of you, Amanda. Do you think you can handle that?"

"Yes. Yes sir I can handle it."

Amanda asked for a glass of champagne and drank it. Then she asked for another on the ride to the estate. It was helping her to relax. By the time that they were ushered out of the car she was pleasantly tingling. 'No more drink tonight' she thought to herself as she followed the geisha girl along the path through a pefdectly manicured japanese garden towards a traditional and very beautiful building.

They were led into a large reception room, and there was a party of five men nd three women to greet them. The women were all exquisitely made up, slim and beautiful in short kimono dresses. Four of the men were in black suits and black ties. They were reclining in chairs and smoking. Their whole appearance radiated arrogance and threat. The last could only be Mr Yashimoto. Amanda diverted all her attention to him and blanked the others. She focused on her walk; the point of her toes; the sway of her hips; the graciousness of her smile. He was sitting poised and still and poker faced. There was only a slight flicker of his eyes towards her and away from Mr Brooks. Amanda felt a surge of triumph. She wasn't sure uif it was the drink, but now she was thrilled rather than scared.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

As they entered Mr. Yashimoto's estate, David mentally prepared himself. It was a long time since he'd spoken japanese and he was a bit rusty. The reception room was all he'd expected it to be, complete with distracting girls and menacing cronies. David's eyes swept the room. He noticed that two of the cronies were missing the outer joint on their left little fingers and he saw traces of tattoos near their collars and cuffs. Yep. Yakuza. His being in cahoots with the yakuza would explain how the production costs were kept so low. The unproportionately high cost of his equipment went to line his pockets, as well as the yakuza. Best to tread carefully.

The girls Yashimoto-san had conjured up were stunning, but they paled next to Amanda. She moved with a confidence he'd never seen in her before, her smile radiant as she fixed it on Yashimoto-san. He saw Yashimoto-san's eyes flicker towards her and David knew he had the upper hand. He bowed before Yashimoto and spoke in halting japanese. "You are honor me to invite me to your homehouse, Yashimoto-san! Let me presenting my personal assistant, Amanda Reynolds! Hopefully we will having much frank discuss with another!"

One of the girls giggled and Yashimoto shot her a killing look. In quickfire japanese he scolded her for making fun of his guest who at least tried to act courteously. Yes! He'd lost face because of the little giggly bimbo! David could have kissed her. Instead he stood demurely before Yashimoto-san and waited for him to turn his attention back to him again.

"But we must not confuse dear Mrs. Reynolds" he said in english, beaming at Amanda. He stood up and went to David and clasped his hands, shaking it vigorously. Then he turned his attention to Amanda. He gently clasped her hand and kissed it. "It seems you have been taken under Brooks-san's wings. Use your position wisely, young lady! Learn what you can from this sensei of business and you too will become a powerful leader one day!"

David almost cringed at Yashimoto-san's praise of him. He was trying to regain face by flattery. It was embarassing. David smiled a jovial smile. He wondered how Amanda was taking all this.

 

[lizzbeth]

Amanda understood nothing of the Japanese greetings exchanged between Mr Brooks and Yashimoto, aside from her own name. She made sure to bow graciously as he glanced at her. She heard the bite in Yashimoto's scolding of the giggling girl, and she saw the glitter in Mr Brooks' eyes at the scene. Somehow that had pleased him. She had some comprehension that this was a game where manners were wielded like swords. She must tread carefully and remain perfectly courteous.

She smiled and cast her eyes down to curtsey and lower her head slightly as he kissed her hand. "I have been greatly honoured to be so graciously welcomed to your home, Yashimoto-san. As I am honoured by sensei's trust in me. I shall do all I can to serve you both in this great enterprise."

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Yashimoto-san turned to the girls and snapped in japanese: "This foreigner, this gaijin woman has showed you what true humility and courtesy is. You could take lessons from her, you silly cows! Now make yourselves useful. See to our guests."

He turned his attention to Amanda and spoke in almost flawless english: "Mrs Reynolds, you honor me and flatter me in equal measures. Would you do me the honor of being my dinner partner for tonight? With your boss' kind permission, of course?"

David nodded as he hid a smile when Yashimoto-san tried to get a peek inside her cleavage. He was accompanied by one of the japanese girls who looked less than pleased to be escorted by a gaijin to dinner. David couldn't care less.

The dinner was a parade of japanese courses, from sushi to Kobe beef. They washed it down with warmed sake, and the evening slowly petered out with polite conversation. This was all about the meet and greet.

After some hours they were bowed out of the house with the promise of a not too late start the next day. On their way home in the limo, David couldn't help but chuckle. "You had Yashimoto-san eating out of your hands tonight, Amanda. You did EXTREMELY well!" He leaned forward and patted her knee, not failing to notice how high up her evening dress rode.

As they returned to their suite, the question of sleeping arrangements presented itself. There was an awkward silence before David said: "I'll take the couch."

 

[lizzbeth]

Amanda was surprised by how tired she was as she returned to the hotel suite. The evening had passed successfully, and while she had been in Yashimoto-san's company she had been enjoying herself. The fine food and drink, exotic surroundings... And Yashimoto himself was charismatic. He liked to talk, and Amanda had enjoyed listening to his explanations of Japanese customs, culture and hisyory. She had learned a lot. Nevertheless, she realised now how on-guard she had been and how much attention she had given to every action and word to appear poised deliberate and courteous. Coupled with the jet lag, it meant she was dead on her feet.

"Oh... Ahmmm.. Are you sure?" she replied to her boss. "It looks comfy enough. I could sleep there. I yhink that I could sleep anywhere right now!"

 

[Niceandbrutal]

"You deserve the bed, kiddo. If I get a good deal with Yashimoto it is partly because of you and your charms, Amanda."

He stood before her now, grasping her shoulders and beaming at her. Then, on a calculated impulse, he leaned in and gave her a quick peck on her cheek, dangerously close to but not exactly touching her lips. He smiled at her again, not yet letting go of her shoulders, standing a fraction closer to her after kissing her.

"How do you feel, Amanda? Truly?"

 

[lizzbeth]

Amanda was too tired and too tipsy to react quickly. She stood rooted to the spot as he took hold of her and leaned in, and, for a moment, she was sure that he was going to kiss her on the lips. In that moment her heart nearly stopped and her stomach tightened up. She felt that long moment of uncertainty where you hang between wondering whether something will happen, and knowing.

When his lips touched her cheek, her eyelashes fluttered and her cheeks were a little flushed.

"I... I..." she stammered. "I am tired I think... and sake goes to my head!"

 

[Niceandbrutal]

She seemed flustered. Maybe she was even a little aroused? David thought he could always blame it on the sake if she protested too wildly. He leaned in and kissed her fully on the lips for a couple of seconds before "checking himself" and breaking the kiss off.

"My head too, it seems" he said, a bulge now evident in his pants.

 

[lizzbeth]

Just as she thought it had passed he was leaning in again and his lips were on hers. They seemed to tingle with life and she felt ever milimetre of them as they touched. Without realising it, she mewed softly underneath her breath and her mouth opened a little. Her eyes fluttered again.

When he broke off she was biting on the corner of her mouth. Why had he stopped? Had he meant to do that? Her head reeled and she glanced down, noticing the bulge in his pants.

"Maybe we... we had too much?" she answered in a wavering voice

 

[Niceandbrutal]

She seemed to enjoy him kissing her. She even opened her mouth and gave a little sound of comfort as he kissed her.

"Maybe we... we had too much?"

She seemed a bit unsure of what was happening. He looked at her and smiled.

"I think we had just enough."

He leaned in and kissed her again, this time holding her head in one hand and his other arm around her waist, gently pulling her in towards him.