The Promotion

[Kitta]

Closed thread.

The letter was on her desk waiting for her when Emily Brown got in to work. The letter that would tell her if her hard work had paid off or if she had failed at improving her position again. The application, the tests, the interview board, they had all been hellish but she got through every level, to fall at the last hurdle would be painful.

At 26, Emily was hardly the youngest person at the company but in her 4 years here, she hadn't got a single promotion and was trapped at her junior level while others went on to bigger and brighter things.

With trembling hands, Emily ripped open the envelope and read the words, she was shaking so much she could barely focus. If it didn't work out this time, she was going to have to leave the company and find another job, somewhere with prospects for her. The message sank in slowly.

She got the promotion! Emily punched the air enthusiastically and whooped in delight, earning several odd looks for her coworkers. She calmed down and straightened her clothes.

The letter said she should report to the boss right away to set a start date and go over her new responsibilities, personal assistant to the boss... Wow.

Emily pulled her mousey brown hair back into a neat ponytail and quickly checked her reflection. A pale face stared back, colourless and dull with a large nose, thin lips and square jaw. The only thing Emily had going for her was a clear complexion, even her body was a let down. A little overweight but with no curves and breasts so small she felt like a man.

Emily was glad that at last, her work was something she could take pride in. She made her way to the bosses office and asked his secretary to let him know she was here.

 

[Copperas]

"And then there's the quarterly figures to consider. If we look at how the Dow Jones has performed..."

Blah, blah, blah.

Ben rolled his chair around so that he was looking out of his window over the great expanse of city view that his office afforded. Christ but Marcus could drone on when he had his teeth into something. The guy was barely out of his twenties and strutting around like he was the first person to ever discover money made the world go round.

Ben squinted his eyes ever so slightly, which he found helped to drown out his subordinates and focus his attention on other things. Right now he was waiting for the girl in the building across from his to begin her late morning yoga class. He checked his watch. She was thirty minutes late. Maybe she planned to skip today. Well that was really going to sour his morning.

"For fuck's sake. Just shut up about goddamn figures Marcus."

The younger guy complied straight away. Ben hoped the wrinkles around his eyes hid the pleasure he took in that. Swearing was one of the few discernible perks that came from having your name on the front door. He could see the young buck struggling to swallow it and not say something in return. Ben let a minute or two draw out. For the benefit of the other two young males in the room.

"There are lies, lies and statistics. I want you to find me some statistics that agree with the truth I'm choosing to tell the board this afternoon. Do you think you can do that for me Marcus?"

The swarthy little prick just nodded.

"Good. Then I guess we'll reconvene this little tete-a-tete after lunch."

Then right on time his intercom chirped up.

"Mr Green, you asked me to remind you when the new girl was on her way."

"That's right Charlene I did. Mr Weathers and his associates are all done in here."

Ben smiled, like a shark taking a breath.

"I'll see you boys later."

Once Marcus and his toadies had left Ben pressed the intercom again.

"Charlene. Once the new girl gets here have her wait in the interview room. Don't bring her out til I call for her. Understand?"

"I understand Mr Green."

"Good girl."

Ben Green had been calling Charlene a good girl for more than fifteen years. God alone knew she was far from it.

 

[Kitta]

Charlene smiled a tight, polite smile that didn't reach her eyes as she led Emily into the interview room. Emily remembered clearly the last time she had been in here and it set her on edge. Charlene cleared her throat before speaking.

"Mr Green will be ready for you shortly. Wait here." She turned on her heel and left without another word.

Emily had expected an offer of coffee at least and now regretted coming straight up here without having a cup. She was starting to feel nervous as she paced about the room, patting her damp palms on to her black pants and hoping that her white blouse wasn't sticking to her back.

Emily had only met Mr Green a few times before and most recently had been the interview. He terrified her in that way that all powerful men scare her a little bit.

After a long wait, Charlene came back for her.

"Mr Green is ready for you now." and Emily followed her to his office, trying to maintain a mask of professionalism over her wrecked nerves.

 

[Copperas]

"The interview room" had actually been something of an inheritance from Ben's predecessor. The old goat had been a renowned degenerate and one step away from a certifiable lunatic like that Howard Hughes fellow. But he had to admit "the room" had its uses.

There were no windows in there, so no distractions. And the desk and chair were as uncomfortable as hell so people usually opted to stand and move around. Oh, and of course there were the surveillance cameras.

It made Ben feel like the cat stroking villain from Bond to use the little toys associated with his floor. He'd very discreetly took up his predecessor's paranoid obsession with constant monitoring and cranked it up a notch.

A small switch within the ebony inlay of his desk caused the top drawer to slide out revealing a wafer thin flat screen monitor. Simple touch screen mechanics allowed Ben to see and hear everything that went on in his little kingdom.

He'd wanted a private viewing of the new girl mainly because he couldn't for the life of him remember anything about her. The day of the face to face interviews hadn't been a good one for him. He'd been distracted. And that had allowed Marcus Weathers to push a few of his buttons. Marcus had personally 'vouched' for this blonde vixen with legs that never seemed to end. Ben knew she would have spent all her lunch breaks reporting back to Marcus on her boss's every move. And yet Ben still came pretty close to hiring her. In the end though, partly to snub Marcus and partly to slap his libido back into his pants where it belonged he'd hired the Brown girl on the spot.

But watching her on the cameras in the interview room, Ben regretted not listening to the little head on this one.

It wasn't that the girl was ugly. It was just she was so plain that she almost wasn't there at all. Even with the poor lighting in the interview room she looked overly pale with limp hair drained of life. Her body was shapeless, or at best, shaped, but in all the wrong proportions. Strong legs with thighs bigger than her breasts. A high ass that ate up her waist and a long face that was all nose and chin.

God dammit. She sure as hell better be able to type up a storm Ben thought.

Even her clothes depressed the life out of him. He squinted down at the screen. Was that plaid? And were those ruffles in the blouse? Jesus, how old was this girl?

Ben lifted up her personnel file and audibly groaned to see her age.

Well at least he'd be sure to keep his mind on business with this one. Although he could already hear the sniggers at his expense from Marcus and his crones.

Well screw them. There was more to life than tits and a pretty face.

When Ben saw Charlene come back for the girl he slid the monitor away and fixed a smile on his face waiting for them to step into his office. He was aiming for a smile that said 'welcome to the team,' but he ended up with something more akin to 'step out of line and I'll fucking eat you alive.'

 

[Kitta]

Emily felt her heart thump as Mr Green smiled somewhat threateningly at her. It was almost enough to make her turn and run but she pushed forward, returning his smile with that she hoped said she wasn't intimidated but probably just made her look uncomfortable.

Emily reached out her hand to the older man, taking in his somewhat grizzled exterior, the greying hair and wrinkles around his eyes made him seem even more formidable. This was not helped by the stark surroundings of his office. He was sharply dressed in a well tailored suit and Emily suddenly felt far too casual.

Still holding out her hand, Emily introduced herself, her voice little more than a squeak.

"Good morning Mr Green. I'm Emily Brown and it looks like I'm your new assistant."

 

[Copperas]

Ben let the girl stand there with her hand slowly drooping out in front of her before he indicated one of the high backed chairs in front of him.

"Please. Have a seat. 'Miss' Brown is it?"

Of course it was. Ben didn't need to read her HR profile to know that much. She was a dyed in the wool miss. Probably kept cats and still slept with the teddy bear she's held onto since she was three.

"Well this is quite a step up for you. Of course it's not really surprising. I've heard nothing but good things about you Emily. Quite the go getter to be achieving so much in such a short time."

"Actually. I've been with the company for the last four years. I was beginning to give up any hope of..."

"Oh. Four years is nothing. It's the blink of an eye in business."

Jesus, Ben thought. You've royally screwed up on this one. Four years and he'd never even heard of her until last week. The girl had career secretary written all over her. Well there was no point dwelling on it now. There was only one thing for it. He needed to drown the little mouse in work and force her to quit within the week. With luck Marcus' little floozy will still be available by then.

"Look Emily. I'm a great believer in 'sink or swim'. I'd like to get you started right away. Charlene will show you to your desk. And then I'd like you to compile a project analysis on the Abercrombie Portfolio. I'll have it dropped off for you toot sweet."

Ben gave her a wicked 'we all know what's going on here' wink. Then he pointed to the door.

"Oh. And Emily. I'm gonna need that analysis by 3pm at the latest. So let's see some of that drive that got you to here in only four short years."

 

[Kitta]

As Mr Green escalated her tasks, Emily's eyes grew wider and wider. She wasn't at all familiar with the Abercrombie portfolio, it would take her at least the day to get to grips with it, let alone write a project analysis for it. Her heart sank to her stomach as she gathered what he was doing by drowning her.

She stood. "Thank you Mr Green, I'll do my best not to let you down."

With that, she walked out of the room quickly, determined not to let him see the effect he had on her. Charlene managed to hide her contempt long enough to show Emily to her new desk, hidden in a dim corner of the office. Her anger and upset solidified into sheer stubbornness. If he wanted that report by 3, he was bloody well going to get it.

Minutes later, an intern put the portfolio on her desk and Emily got to work. Reading and typing simultaneously as she put together the analysis. By 2.30 she had a workable document with half an hour to edit. She was exhausted and hungry, having worked straight through lunch. Her hair had become frizzy around the temples and she looked a little crazed but she was done. It might not have been the most professional job but Emily felt confident that she had risen to the challenge.

Weary, she walked back to Charlene's desk with minutes to spare, the finished article clutched in her slightly clammy hands.

"I have the Abercrombie project analysis for Mr Green, is he in?" she was proud of her achievement and wanted to see his face when she gave him the report. Desperate for approval, Emily craved the validation of her superiors.

 

[michelangelo100]

Warring Impulses

xxxxx

 

[Copperas]

Ben was just enjoying how the ice melted in his Chivas Regal. The cold water making an oily shimmer on the surface when the intercom bleeped into life.

Jesus. Could he never get any peace.

"Yes?"

"Sorry to bother you Mr Green. It's the new girl."

Ben glanced at the clock on the wall. He'd completely forgotten about his new hamster running frantically on her wheel. Surely she hadn't actually got the work done on time.

"Send her in Charlene. And fetch me some fresh ice will you."

The Brown girl looked in a worse state than she had done this morning. Which was no mean feat in itself. But she had a very self satisfied look on her face that very, almost brought a smile to Ben's lips.

"Let's take a look at it then."

She handed over her dossier and Ben gave it the most cursory of glances. To be honest he never bothered to read any of the reports he was handed. It was all gibberish with a splash of bullshit as far as he was concerned. But even he could tell she'd actually done a reasonable job. Maybe she's going to be harder to shake than he had first thought.

Eager to please though. Maybe that was something he could have some fun with in the interim.

"Not bad Miss Brown. Cutting it close with the time though." Ben looked up at the clock again, catching her crestfallen look as she followed his gaze. "Still. Not a bad first effort. Look I'll be wanting you to take some minutes in tomorrow morning's board meeting. You can do shorthand right? What am I saying. Of course you can. Bright young thing like you. Although..." He scratched at the greying stubble across his chin for effect. "You will be representing ME at the meeting. I'm not sure your current look really says 'Ben Green's girl'. You know what I mean? I know it's not particularly politically correct these days for a man to pass comment on what a woman looks like. But we're business associates. Right? So it's different."

Ben looked her up and down. Giving her the opportunity to see herself through his eyes. When he spoke again his voice had dropped a couple of octaves to a low snarl.

"Go shopping on the way home Emily. Buy something that fits your age more. If I wanted someone to look like a goddamn librarian I'd have hired a goddamn librarian."

He broke out a hard smile.

"Now why don't you finish early today. Big day tomorrow."

Ben winked and pointed to the door, the glass of whiskey still in his hand. Now depressingly less than chilled.

 

[Kitta]

Several times Emily opened her mouth to answer but Mr Green bulldozed over her, answering on her behalf as he carried on. She realised that this was a time to sit and listen, not a conversation.

At least he seemed a little impressed with her work, well maybe impressed was too strong a word. He didn't seem unhappy. Taking minutes really wasn't the sort of thing she had envisioned the job entailing but she was eager for the experience. His next comment really threw her though.

Her clothes weren't good enough? She looked down at her plain, practical outfit. As far as Emily knew, the aim of dressing well was to emphasise your good features whilst hiding the flaws. The only problem was that Emily was all flaw. There wasn't anything good about her body to show off. His tone scared her, the snarl too reminiscent of an animal circling it's prey.

Oh, he'd finished.

"Thank you Sir, I won't let you down." She tried to sound bright and optimistic but the prospect of shopping was depressing her already.

She left the office, passing Charlene on the way scurrying in with a fresh ice bucket and a shit eating grin plastered on her face. Emily quickly took in her clothing, reckoning that Charlene must fit the profile of 'Ben Green's girl' as she'd had the job some time. A short, tight skirt emphasised her ass, high heels made her legs more shapely and her blouse was almost see through, her red bra clearly visible through the thin material.

Emily shuddered, he couldn't want her to dress like that.

She snatched up her bag and headed out, her friend worked at a fairly high end clothing store and had been offering to dress Emily for a while, it was time to take her up on that offer.




The next morning, an entirely different Emily walked into the board room. A two hour shopping trip had turned into an extended make over session as Emily learned about the art of make up and hair styling. She was still plain and shapeless but now the illusion of a waist had been created with a full skirted dress that stopped just short of her knees, surprisingly shapely legs had been discovered and were now being exploited with killer heels. Make up made her eyes pop and took attention from her nose and jaw. Her mousey hair now had a little volume and looked healthier.

Emily felt more confident already but this was mixed with self consciousness. She hoped it wasn't too much but in reality, she was hardly going to be turning any heads, she just might turn a few less stomachs.

 

[Copperas]

Marcus was already in the boardroom, tittering away like a school girl with a couple of the other associates by the time Ben arrived.

"Something amuse you Marcus?"

The younger guy flicked a sour smirk Ben's way.

"I was just asking the boys if you have some sort of a bet going?"

"As usual, I don't follow you son?"

Marcus leant forward onto the table.

"The new girl, Ben. We were wondering if you had some sort of a 'my fair lady' thing on the go. I saw her arrive for work this morning. What a difference a day makes huh?"

He giggled again. Jesus, how does a grown man actually 'giggle'. Ben drew his steely eyes down into narrow slits. Like a bear trap with a hair spring. God but he'd love to take Marcus up into the woods sometime. The younger man's laugh trailed off. But it didn't stop him from rabbiting on.

"Of course you can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear. If you need it I still have Jessica's number."

"Jessica?"

"The 'other' girl. She's still available. We were just catching up last night. We used to date for a while, so I can personally vouch for her."

One of the other associates laughed at that. Tweedle dum or tweedle dummer. Ben couldn't remember his name. Marcus had some nerve though, he'd give him that. Offering him his cast offs. Ben goddamn Green!

Ben smiled as he took his seat.

"I have a feeling miss Brown's going to work out just fine. Thanks for the offer. And it was fucking Pygmalion before it was my fair lady. You should read more. The story always comes first."

---

Ben sat sullenly at the head of the table as the meeting rolled on for two goddamn hours of his life that he'd never get back again. And yet he didn't catch a word of what was talked about. He kept his eyes locked on the new girl, diligently scribbling away in the far corner.

Oh she'd made an effort. New clothes. Some make up. A brush had at least been run through her hair. But Marcus' amusement at the situation rankled. Ben Green was not a man to be the butt of another's joke.

What he found himself day dreaming about was waving some magic wand and having little miss plain jane over there suddenly turn into the sort of vamp who would eat every fucking man in here alive. That would wipe the smile off Weather's face.

And really. If anyone could do something like that it would be Ben goddamn Green himself.

He tried to remember what Charlene had been like when she started all those years ago. But she'd already been a real live wire by the time Ben got his hands on her. Nothing at all like this Brown girl. Still. There had been improvements that needed to be made along the way. Ben switched his gaze to Charlene, who was giving dagger looks to the new girl. Those breasts hadn't always sat so perkily on her chest he thought. And he couldn't remember the last time Charlene had been able to scowl through all those Botox injections. Hadn't he shaped her. Tweaked her. Improved her. Just a little? Wasn't she better off for that? And wouldn't the Brown girl be oh so sweeter because of the greater challenge she posed.

By the time the meeting closed Ben had a touch of the old glint in his eye, and a little more of the assured swagger in his step.

It was enough for one of Marcus' cronies to whisper a theory that the old man's drinking might be getting out of hand. The kid had whispered it. But Ben heard it just the same. He didn't acknowledge that fact as the meeting broke up. But he stored the knowledge in the back of his mind. A little subconscious ledger he liked to keep. Something that given a solid form would probably bear the name "Ben Green's list of people to fuck over." Of course, it would make for a pretty long book.

---

Just before lunch on that second day, Ben Green suddenly lowered himself onto the corner of Emily's desk.

"Don't think I don't appreciate the effort you made this morning Emily. "

She looked at him quizzically. Not knowing if he meant the clothing or the minute taking. Which is obviously the way Ben wanted it to be.

"You know we have a very good employee health package as part of your position. I'm not sure if Charlene would have told you about it yet. Basically, the company wants to make sure you achieve your peak, both physically and career wise. We don't want you getting sick on us anytime soon. Here."

Ben slid a small plastic card onto the desk top.

"This is my card for the in house gym. I want you to introduce yourself to Jerry. He's my man downstairs. A very good trainer. Ex-boxer. Hits like you wouldn't believe. Tell him who you are. Say I sent you. Say I want him to really look after your physical health. Will you do that for me?"

She was quiet for a moment. Thinking through, or rather trying to unravel the difference in what he was saying and what he was really asking.

Then she picked up the card and dropped it into her desk drawer.

"I'll make sure I see Jerry. Sir."

Ben smiled. Oh he liked that sir bit. He liked that very much.

"Good girl Emily." He patted her hand. Almost in an avuncular way. "Good girl."

 

[Kitta]

Emily was pleased that her efforts had been noted and apparently approved of. It had been a lot of hard work but if it helped her get ahead, it would be worth it.

Mr Green had looked darkly murderous during most of the board meeting although his ire was clearly directed at some of the younger men at the table. Emily got a very strong 'Boy's Club' vibe from some of the men, it made her very uncomfortable.

The meeting dragged on but she took all the minutes and hurried away to type them up as quickly as she could, eager to keep up her good standing and make a good impression. She was almost finished compiling the minutes when Mr Green approached her desk.

She reveled in his praise, so glad that he had noticed the effort she had gone to. This made her far more receptive to his next suggestion.

"I'll make sure I see Jerry. Sir."

It could be a good way to deal with the stress of her new position if nothing else, she decided to head down that evening. She had been using the work gym intermittently for a few months and had clothing already at work. The personal trainer would be a big boost.

That evening, Emily made her way down to the gym. At the desk she presented Mr Green's card, gaining access to the executive gym and asking for Jerry. A stocky, well muscled man in his early 40s greeted her shortly afterwards.

"Hello, I'm Emily. Mr Green told me to see you ad say that he wants you to look after my physical health, does that make sense?"

Jerry nodded tersely. "Let's see what I'm working with." He looked her up and down before launching into a vigorous warm up quickly followed by a mix of strength training, cardio and sparring.

After an exhausting work out, Jerry set out a grueling schedule for her. She would be in the gym with him 5 days a week until he was happy with her body.

 

[Copperas]

Jerry picked up the phone as soon as he recognised the extension number.

"How's our girl doing Jerry?"

It had been four weeks since he'd started putting the Brown girl through her paces, and Mr Green had called for a status report every few days since the beginning.

"She's doing good, boss. I mean she's not likely to turn pro or nothing but she's a quick learner, and she's eager to please. I started her on supplements, gave her some diet advice. I mean I guess she's following it. But you know. Outside of this building I don't know what she gets up to."

Some little seed from what Jerry just said planted itself into the lizard brain of Ben Green and he squirmed in his seat.

"Yes. Of course Jerry. But you're pleased with the way she's come on?"

Jerry leant back in his chair slightly. Through the gap in the changing room door he could see glimpses of Emily as she stripped out of her sweat soaked Lycra and went through the cooling off stretches he'd taught her to do before showering.

"Look. Don't get me wrong boss. She ain't my type. But I wouldn't kick her out of bed either. If you know what I mean?"

Oh, Ben Green knew just what he meant. There was, something, about the girl.

Ben turned the monitor a little to the left as he watched her strip from her gym clothes and begin stretching and bending. The rolls of puppy fat had blended away from her hips and thighs giving her a much more lean and lithe look. Her stomach didn't possess anything as severe as a six pack. But it was tight and toned. If he was to squeeze her abs his fingers would only gain ground for a centimetre before hitting the resistance of taut muscle. Ben wondered how hard he would have to squeeze before he actually started to inflict any hurt on her.

And with that thought came a dull stirring from below that caught him by surprise.

Well hello, he thought. That's new Ben old boy. We really are learning new things about ourself now aren't we?

The Brown girl went deep into touching her toes and he stared at the screen. Admiring how much shape her ass now had.

"You still there boss?"

"Hmm? Yes. Of course Jerry."

Ben and Jerry both watched as Emily stepped under the hot stream of the shower. Fortunately for Ben Green though, money always guarantees you a better view, and he continued to watch her as she began to soap herself down. The loss of weight and added muscle had helped to define her breasts. They weren't astonishingly noticeable, but they were more than the child like buds she'd had before.

Ben leant forward as she soaped her breasts and made efficient, circular motions over her stomach, her hips, her ass. Not in some slow, fake porno way. But in the simple efficient way of someone who believes they're entirely alone. But then again, someone still taking obvious pleasure in their body. She was enjoying the changes in herself. Ben could quite clearly see that.

"Tell me Jerry..."

"Yeah boss?"

"Do you still have that cousin in the police department? Your Martha's boy as I recall."

"Jonas? Sure. He's made sergeant now. Doesn't have to wear a uniform all the time."

"Bright boy. I remember. Do me a favour. Have him call me. I might have some work for him off the books. Ok Jerry?"

"Sure boss."

Ben watched the last of the lather run off Emily's body as she turned off the shower and reached for the hanging towel.

Jerry craned his neck and caught a glimpse of her hairy snatch as she stepped from the shower. Shame. He much preferred a bald playing field. Still...

"One more thing Jerry."

"Just name it boss."

"You take good care of my girl you hear?"

And before Jerry could answer, Ben Green put the phone down on him.

 

[Kitta]

It had been a hard few weeks but Emily had enjoyed every second. Her work had become varied and valuable, she could see the impact that she had for the company and, more importantly for Mr Green. The nightly exercise regime with Jerry had been grueling but Emily could already see the difference in her body, the extra pounds had melted away giving her a much sleeker look. As the weight had shifted, her body began to show a waist and bust. Neither feature was particularly pronounced but Emily knew they were there and just felt better about herself.

The adaptations to her clothing and make up continued to improve as her body confidence improved. Her skirts got shorter as her legs became even more shapely and her skill with the make up brush really helped bring her up from ugly anonymity to a point where people in the company started to know who she was and who she worked for. Being Ben Green's girl certainly had it's perks as people now respected her work and were eager to assist when she needed something.

Showering after her work out with Jerry was on of the few times she let her mind wander to her boss. Her soapy hands gliding over her soft skin and her thoughts focused on the stern older man who had given her this break. She knew that he was a bit of a philanderer with many girls in the office and wider world nursing broken hearts following his rough disposal of their affections but Emily felt like she had seen a kinder side, if not parental then certainly as a mentor to her.

After her initial trial by fire, Mr Green had noticeably mellowed and encouraged her to improve herself. Knowing his prowess with women actually put her at ease, he couldn't be interested in her while there were so many more attractive girls out there so she felt safe. When he made hints about styles of dress she should consider or how to act around the board members, Emily took it all on board, as eager to please as a puppy and perhaps just a little hypnotised by the charismatic man.

Briefly, Emily's hand slipped down to the soft hair between her legs, a slim finger teasing the sensitive area before she thought better of it, not in the workplace. She dried off and dressed quickly, heading home for dinner by herself while she read reports and got herself prepared for the next day at work.

 

[Copperas]

The report made for depressing but not entirely surprising reading. He’d had Jerry’s nephew Jonas follow Emily Brown off and on for the last few weeks. Just… because. Because Ben wanted to know more. To know everything. And not just know, but control everything too. He found he couldn’t quite explain it. Even to himself. ‘Something’ had gotten under his skin. An itch he couldn’t quite scratch.

Obviously, Jonas still had a job of his own to hold down, so it wasn’t exactly a thorough report. But it was enough. Enough to paint a picture. To draw conclusions.

The Brown girl was single, no shocker there. She lived in a modest apartment in a modest part of town. She got the train to work. And the train straight back home again afterwards. She was following Jerry’s program at least. That was good to see. But there were no dark spots on the otherwise white sheets of her life. No little foibles. Not even in the privacy of her own home. She bought one bottle of wine a week. And by God she made it last. Taking half a glass a day as though it was for medicinal purposes only.

And yet Ben couldn’t steer his thoughts away from her. It was like watching a fresh log sitting in the fire place, waiting for the temperature to reach such a degree that the surface was bound to ignite.

Maybe it was more ‘spark’ that the situation required.

Maybe it just needed to be doused in gasoline.

Ben poured himself another scotch and scrolled through his camera options, finally finding the Brown girl doing her pre-shower cool down.

In five minutes she’d take a shower. In ten minutes she’d be dressed. In twenty minutes she’d be on the train. Back home within an hour. Then a modest meal, report writing, proof reading, bed, alone; repeat.

Ben lit a cigar and filled his lungs with smoke. Then he picked up the phone and called down to the gym.

“Yeah boss?”

Jerry. Always prompt. All business.

“How’s it going Jerry?”

“Girl’s doing good Mr Green. Really coming along.”

“I can see that Jerry. You know I’m always impressed with your work.”

“Good to hear Boss.”

Ben paused and blew on the tip of his cigar as Emily tested the heat of the shower with her outstretched arm.

“How do you find her… personally though?”

“Personally?”

“Yes. Do you like her Jerry?”

“I haven’t really thought that much about her boss. You know me. Everyone once they step through my door’s just meat to me down here.”

“Just meat. I know. I want you to do me a favour though Jerry. I want you to make Emily believe in herself.”

“Believe in herself? I don’t really do all that life affirming shit other personal trainers do.”

“And that’s not what I’m asking for. I can see Emily is looking ‘better’. I just don’t think she believes it. You can help with that. Help rewire her brain a little.”

“How would I…”

“You know how you can do that Jerry. Don’t make me spell it out for you.”

There was a calculating pause on the other end of the phone.

“I don’t get the idea she sees me that way boss.”

“I don’t give a fuck Jerry. You can take one for the team. It’s not going to be that much of a hardship is it?”

Jerry thought of her small tits and hairy bush. But her body was pretty damn tight.

“It won’t be a hardship Mr Green. But if she doesn’t want to play along?”

“Do it anyway. And when you do I want you to tell her it’s because of how she looks. Tell her you just couldn’t help yourself. And make sure she believes it.”

Both Jerry and Ben Green shared a little twitch in their libido at that point.

“Sure boss. What exactly do you…”

But Jerry cut himself short when he realised Mr Green had already hung up on him.

Jerry stood holding the phone for a long time listening to the shower run in the other room. When it abruptly stopped he put down the receiver and stepped into the unlocked changing room. Emily gave a nervous shriek when she saw him and gathered her towel about her as best she good.

“Jesus Jerry, you scared me there, I thought…”

But Jerry was barely listening to her. His eyes were wide and his breathing laboured as though he were still recovering from their final cardio session.

He slipped his t-shirt over his head revealing a body that was chiselled and carved as though it had been hewn from a solid slab of stone from years of repeated beatings. Then he pulled his shorts outwards before sliding them down his legs, having to make room in order to clear the huge erect penis that now stood out from his body like another flexed limb.

Jerry hadn’t felt this hard since his teens. The very skin of his member felt as though it was almost fit to rupture under the engorging surge of blood.

“I’m sorry Emily. I can’t help myself. You made me do this. You made me…”

He kept uttering that mantra even as he closed in on her, backing her into the shower cubicle and ripping the towel from her hands.

 

[Kitta]

Confusion clouded her mind as Jerry advanced, by the time she realised the danger, he had cornered her in the shower cubicle with no way out. Emily lashed out, trying to get past him but he easily overpowered her every move. Once he had control of her limbs, Jerry turned on the charm a lot more, recognising the sort of encouragement that she needed. He kissed her face and neck with forceful movements, whispering to her all the while about how he hadn't been able to stop thinking about her, how he couldn't help himself and had to have her.

Flat out rape would have driven timid Emily straight back into her shell and achieved the opposite of what Ben wanted. Jerry was smart, he understood seduction and played a longer game. His hands explored her newly toned body as his lips kissed and reassured her. Emily remained resistant but her resolve was weakening. Jerry caught her face in one hand and looked into her eyes, expressing his lust and desire before kissing her deeply on the mouth. This had the desired result and she responded warmly, stopped fighting him and began to let her body react naturally to his advances.

A consummate professional, Jerry kept up the act whole the whole encounter and whilst he was not a gentle lover by any means, he was attentive and more considerate than Emily had experienced in her brief and short sexual history. He pinned her to the wall, suckling her nipples while his fingers explored her pussy, working her up and getting her wet. Soon she was almost begging for him to enter her with her arms draped over his shoulders. He lifted her onto his cock, spearing her expertly whilst holding her by the hips. His powerful strokes soon had them both in the throes of exquisite pleasure with no doubt in Emily's mind that Jerry found her so sexy he had to have her.

Finally he left her to dress and go home, apologies and excuses as his parting words hammering home the message.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. You're just too sexy. This can't happen again. I'm sorry."

The whole episode was odd but unconsciously, Emily started exuded a natural confidence. She got a spring in her step and a vitality about her that completely changed the way she appeared. She stood up straighter, she smiled more and she gave eye contact instead of staring at the floor, all because she believed that someone found her unbelievably attractive.

True to his word, Jerry managed to keep his cock in his pants after that but their training sessions room on a new tone when he complimented her form or progress and his fingers would linger for just a beat too long when they touched, reminding her of his desire.

 

[Copperas]

Ben watched Emily change. Ever so slowly. Marking her progress almost as though it were a form of foreplay.

Jerry's ongoing performance helped. And Jonas' intermittent reports filled in the gaps. But it still wasn't enough. Ben wanted to shape everything about the girl. Wanted to be an omniscient presence in her life. Like a god.

Ben smiled at the thought.

But like a god he couldn't just blatantly show his hand. He had to work subtly through other people. Always working in a mysterious way, his wonders to behold. Like a god Ben Green saw people as little more than puppets. And like puppets, sometimes to get them to do what you wanted required a little bit of fingering.

Charlene was sat at her desk hammering away at some text while still giving icy stares to the late blooming Emily.

"Am I working you too hard?"

Ben settled onto the corner of her desk. A nice vantage point to take in her ample cleavage and the obvious delineation of her stocking tops. Old school. Ben liked that about Charlene.

"Not at all Mr Green. You know me. I'm here to please."

Yes you are, he thought. And his mind wandered back to some of the fun they'd had when she first started here.

There'd been the early morning meeting where he'd told her to hide beneath the boardroom table. As the meeting dragged on Charlene had crawled on all fours like a dog between Ben's open legs. For two whole hours she'd deftly taken him in her mouth and worked to keep him hard. Only bringing him to a pulsing rush of cum in the last ten minutes. Leaving Ben just enough time to make a split second decision that saved the company two hundred grand in the next quarter.

Or the time he'd ordered her to modify one of her skirts. Cleverly concealing a little split up the back seam. So that as she stood in front of him in the crowded office Ben could casually reach forward and finger the tight crease of her always moist pussy.

Fine times.

He smiled.

"You're one of a kind Charlene. I've always said that. Still. You weren't born so perfect were you?" Ben leant forward and gently cupped one of her breasts. Weighing and considering its worth in his hand. "Who did we get to do these?"

Charlene felt her breath catch before she spoke. "Dr Rossiter."

"Hmm. That's right. Good work." Ben slipped his hand onto her thigh, luxuriating in the bristle of stocking, becoming lace, becoming a hot expanse of uncovered flesh. "And the rest?"

Charlene bit her lower lip. It had been a while since she'd had Mr Green's hands on her this way.

"Various places. You had me see Dr Glengarry first and he..."

"Shh. You remember. That's good." Ben slid his hand higher up, feeling the moist kiss of her vagina just behind the thin membrane of her panties. "All the names, all the places. You forget nothing Charlene. Sign of a good secretary." His index finger pushed a little fold of material into her pussy letting it soak up her juices. "Emily needs someone to look out for her. To guide her. Make some 'recommendations.' Can you do that for me?"

Charlene's eyes fluttered closed for a second. "Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir."

"Good girl."

Ben withdrew his hand and went back into his office.

 

[Kitta]

Life seemed to be moving at a mile a minute these days and Emily was barely able to keep up. Her improved body and new confidence had made her someone to watch around the office as she settled into her new role with flare and obvious skill. Years of being invisible had made her naive and oblivious to the first few flirts of her male colleagues as they tried to stake a claim on the fresh face.

Although Emily had settled in well to most aspects of her new life, she was still very nervous of Charlene. The older woman seemed to have no time for her and exuded malice whenever their paths crossed so when Emily saw Charlene heading towards her she was immediately anxious and on edge.

Charlene knew the effect she had on Emily, it was no accident that they hadn't hit it off. This made her errand more difficult and she was kicking herself for letting him manipulate her into this position. She smiled widely at Emily and dropped a small pile of folders on to the desk.

"Mr Green asked me to give these to you for your presentation next week. I've gone through them for you and marked the parts you need." She saw the suspicious look that flitted across Emily's face. "Look, I know you and I haven't got off to the best start but I really want to change that. I just wanted to make sure you were going to last before we got friendly. After all, us girls need to stick together, right?" Charlene swallowed her pride and made nice with the ugly duckling. Maybe Ben would reward her with a repeat of their old games if she pulled this off.

Emily was ultimately a trusting soul and ate up Charlene's explanation, a quick flick through the files showed that she had in fact done the work for her.

"Thank you! Let's just put it all behind us and start fresh."

Charlene sighed with relief. "I'm glad you agree! Let's have lunch today, OK?"

Emily agreed and they made plans to meet later. With that Charlene started a concentrated and subversive campaign to get Emily on board with cosmetic surgeries which carried on for several weeks. She started with hints and comments about Emily's breasts. What a shame it was that Emily didn't fill her clothes out better, how much men enjoyed a good full rack and the difference it makes in life to have a bust you can use to distract and entice. Eventually Emily snapped.

"Well, it's alright for you! I wasn't born with a massive set of tits so I'm stuck with what I've got!"

Charlene chuckled and pulled a card out of her purse and slid it across the table to Emily.

"Neither was I sweetie, Dr Rossiter does good work, no?" She pushed out her own chest for inspection. "You didn't even know they were fake. You should go see him, I'll make you an appointment!"

The seed of doubt that Charlene had planted bloomed into a full blown concern, Emily was convinced she would need big tits to get ahead in life. She picked up the card thoughtfully.

"I can't afford anything like that."

"Don't even worry about it. Our medical benefits are very generous, you just have to submit the claim the right way. I'll take care of it for you. Then, maybe we'll take a look at that nose?" Charlene saw her success and grabbed hold.

Within days, Emily had a consultation booked with Dr Rossiter and another with Dr Glengarry for her nose and chin. Everything started to happen so fast she had no time to stop and think. Emily took a half day off work to attend the consultations, giving Mr Green a vague 'medical issues' reason whilst thinking that she could always back out if she didn't like what they offered. She was nervous as all hell as she left the office for the first appointment.

 

[Copperas]

Ben didn't want to ask Emily directly how things were going so he had to pump Charlene for information. A position she definitely enjoyed. Ben could already tell she was expecting the 'pumping' of information to lead onto other types.

"So does she have a schedule for the 'work' she's getting done?"

"I guess so. I mean it's not like we're joined at the hip Ben."

Already the 'sir' bit was being dropped. He would need to bring her back inline before much longer. But while she was still needed for the Emily project Ben would have to let certain things slide.

"I know she's worried about who's going to look after her post op. Guess she has no family around."

"But Charlene my dear. She has you."

That wiped the smile off her face.

"My place isn't big enough. I mean I couldn't possibly..."

"That's ok. I'll arrange for an apartment to be available. Just don't say it has anything to do with me." Ben smiled. A fat expanse of pearly whites. "I can already picture you in a nurse's uniform. Very cute."

 

[Kitta]

Without really realising it, Emily agreed to go through with several procedures. Charlene took care of the paperwork and insisted that everything was fine. EMily was so pleased to have found a trustworthy friend, she nearly cried when Charlene invited her to recover at her apartment.

Getting the time off had been surprisingly easy, everyone seemed to bend over backwards to make sure there were no obstructions to her time off. Everything moved so quickly that she didn't have time to stop and think. Charlene was almost always at her elbow reaffirming what a good idea this all was.

In order to reduce recovery time, Emily had breast augmentation, rhinoplasty and genioplasty in the same session. Her breasts were increased to perky, natural looking D cups while her nose and chin were reduced and refined to give her face a much more pleasing line. Charlene went on and on about how much better Emily looked, even through the bandages and bruising.

Emily did as much work from the apartment as she could while the swelling and bruising went down. She was eager to get back to work and show off her new look but Charlene kept her under close observation, an ever attentive nurse. Emily wanted for nothing and her admiration and devotion to her new friend only grew. The apartment was oddly sparse and impersonal, not the sort of place Emily had imagined Charlene living at all but she didn't dare question it.

Eventually, Emily was able to return to work. She was keen to see what people thought but also self conscious about the comments and judgments she might face. She dressed in a figure hugging royal blue dress that showed off her feminine new shape and carefully applied make up to cover the fresh scars and yellowed bruises. Charlene was delighted with the change in the younger woman and insisted on showing her off to a couple of the girls on their floor, knowing looks passing between them.

Emily reported to Mr Green as quickly as she could, determined to make up for the time she had missed. She knocked timidly on his door, nervous about his reaction to her new look.

 

[Copperas]

Ben positioned himself in the chair in front of his desk rather than behind it. This way there was nothing between his office door and himself, except for a wide open space of polished wood floor.

"Enter."

He was pleased that Emily had sought him out first. It was good that she craved his acceptance of her. That craving was going to be so important.

"Mr. Green. I just wanted to..."

"Show off?"

The girl blushed. But even as her cheeks rouged a delicate pink she was smoothing the folds of her blue dress over her taut abdomen, drawing attention to every curve and line.

"No. Not at all. I just wanted..."

"Don't feel bad about it Emily. My god. You've undergone quite the transformation. You can hardly tell my girl is still under there. But of course, she is." Ben's smile glistened as his lips pulled back. "Why don't you give me a little twirl?"

She looked nervous and flustered, but she did was she was told. Turning slowly on the spot so he could see how her shape now filled out and complimented the dress rather than the fabric being used to hide her flesh.

"Very good Emily. Why don't you talk me through what you've had done."

She began to explain her 'procedures', indicating scars and bruises that he could only make out once she'd draw his attention to them.

"And it's probably hard for you to tell, but my breasts have been enlarged. I mean they're not huge or anything..."

"Show me."

She hesitated at that command and Ben moved himself so that he was sitting straight in the chair, facing her directly.

"Don't be shy Emily. The company gave you the time off. The company arranged the health insurance which has paid for everything. Technically, the company owns that body of yours. I own that body of yours. Now show me what I've bought."

Mr Green's voice rose a little at the end, becoming more like a command, and without giving herself time to think about it, Emily began to remove the royal blue dress she'd put on so proudly that morning.

Ben held his breath as the dress fell to the floor with the barest of sighs. She stepped out of the puddled blue fabric and turned slowly for him so he could see how high her breasts sat, cupped within her bra, and how pert her buttocks were, held within her panties.

"Everything."

The word cut through the intimacy of the quiet room, and obediently Emily unclasped her bra and gingerly wriggled free of her knickers.

Her breasts were larger, but not huge, just as she'd promised. She carefully weighed them with her hands, allowing her fingers to brush over the nipples, causing them to stand erect.

"Amazing workmanship."

Her skin was flawless, without blemish, as his eyes poured over her, into every cleft and over every rise. Her legs parted slightly as she struggled to maintain her balance on the high heels that, along with her stockings, had faithfully stayed in place. Now Ben could clearly see the mound of her mons pubis, thankfully depilated of hair, and just below, the swelling lips of her pussy. A burgeoning moisture caused her cunt to glisten, slick and filling the air with a palpable sweet odour. Ben licked his lips, feeling a tremendous heat descend from his neck, into the cave of his chest and then further dow, into the pit of his balls. With that heat he felt his cock begin to rise.

Emily held his gaze, transfixed, even as he carefully unzipped his pants and allowed the engorged swell of his penis to reach out and kiss the air.

Ben's cock throbbed and danced in his lap. A slow squeeze of pre-cum making his sex glisten as much as Emily's.

"Now come towards me. Slowly."

Emily took a hesitant step forward causing a dribble of her juice to settle on her thigh.

"No. Slower. Come to me on all fours. Crawl to me Emily."

Very slowly Emily sank to her knees. Ben opened his legs so that the erect member that strained at the desire to be released in her, would be all she could focus on as she crawled towards him.