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Thread: You're Not the Boss of Me (AnnaBeth Belle & Whisper Twice)

Without looking over, Virginia reached out her hand and caressed the side of Miles' face, then ran it under his chin and back again. He smelled amazing, masculine after shave, the expensive milled soap she'd instructed to be bought for him, leather of his shoes and belt and the mysterious smell of wool that hung around mens' suits. She loved it and it always raced her heart, and other body parts, to be around it. It's in your calendar, she said and tapped it with the end of her pencil. Nothing unusual and I am certain you've sorted out the Felix issue and will handle it today, darling. The only sticky business is the Jonesboro triplets. Offer them industry rates plus twenty-two percent and no cut of the back end. No back end because that's where the real money was and twenty-two because it meant it couldn't be divided neatly by three and they'd argue it up to twenty-four which was less than what Carnegie was prepared to go as a maximum. Oh, and make sure you do it when their lawyer isn't on his game. Maybe I'll need to do some filing in your office, she mused. Give him my rump to stare at and twitch it like a fakir taming a cobra until he signs and then he's stuck. Yes, she said in decision. That's settled then. Putting the pencil down she turned the chair to face Miles and leaned forward, holding his head between both of her hands and almost touching his lips with her own. I don't have time to release you this morning, darling. But if you make this deal work and buy Candy and I lunch and something small from Tiffany's to celebrate, less than a hundred dollars, then I'll... Leaning forward further still, she pressed her mouth to his ear and flicked out her tongue, delicately licking the lobe. ...let you have my mouth under your desk tonight, she whispered. Virginia had introduced Miles to oral sex, something not at all common even in this modern era, and he was an immediate slave to it.
Thread: You're Not the Boss of Me (AnnaBeth Belle & Whisper Twice)

Miles couldn't help but smile like a boy when he heard what his potential prize might be. I'll make you proud, ma'am, he said, and he always tried to. He was shivering in need, desperately wanting was was right in front of him, but could not have. Other men might have reached out to grab Virginia right then and there, but never, never Miles. Virginia had taught him that a real man doesn't need to control others. A real man could always control himself. He steadied his shaking and kissed Virginia's hand again. Then, he stood up and pressed on the intercom in his office. Candy, my first appointment will be here shortly. Have three cups of tea prepared and two coffees. No, make them Irish coffees. Then, he sprung into action, moving furniture in his office until the large couch where the twins would sit were facing so they couldn't see the filing cabinets at all whereas the other chair where their lawyer would most likely sit would have a perfect view. He didn't even break a sweat. All prepared for your plan, ma'am. Just then, the intercom buzzed. Mr. Sterling, your 830 is here a little early. Shall I have them sent in?
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Virginia shook her head when Miles reached for the intercom switch. I'll tell them you'll be out in a minute to meet them. Stroke their egos a little, Miles. The personal reception and then bringing them into your office will make them feel special. Be sure to kiss the cheek of each one, let your hands linger just a moment on them. Not enough to be a cad, she instructed, but enough to make them think you're interested. Virginia didn't care if Miles was or was not interested in getting under the skirts of one or all three of them. It might be amusing to watch him. The only thing she did care about was controlling his sexuality so there'd be no fun and games without her explicit permission. You're a powerful, handsome man whose wife isn't around. They'll get damp between their legs thinking they might be able to bag you as a Sugar Daddy. Encourage it. They'll more readily agree to what you want. Stepping close, she adjusted his tie, patted the breast of his suit jacket, and walked out of the office. Virginia made sure she backed out, her derriere the first thing the triplets lawyer would see, and she tensed it a little bit as she pulled the double doors to Miles' office shut. Turning around, she gave a cool professional look to the lawyer and completely ignored the girls. Mr. Sterling will be out shortly. There was no offer of coffee or tea or any asking if they were comfortable. It was important that they feel the contrast between how she was presenting herself and how Miles' warm, masculine dominance would make them glad to escape her and be under his approving, paternal gaze. The fact she enjoyed the ice queen role was icing on the cake. Sitting at her desk, making sure again that as she smoothed her skirt down over her rear before sitting that the lawyer could notice it, Virginia crossed her hands on her desk and simply stared at him. I'm a big fan of yours and wondered if I could get your autographs, Candy gushed, already reaching for her autograph book and pen. Slowly Virginia turned her head and fixed the younger woman with a stare that included an arched eyebrow. Flustered, the young woman blushed and stammered out an apology as she put it away. Before the triplets could agree, Virginia spoke. Go fix your hair, she ordered Candy then watched as Candy left the office. You didn't have to be so mean to her, one of the triplets said. She just wanted an autograph. Completely ignoring her, Virginia again returned her calm, steady gaze to the lawyer and waited on Miles to make his appearance while the triplets held a whispered conversation behind their hands. No doubt it was about Virginia. They probably thought it was bothering her. Silly girls. Did the queen bee care, even know, what her daughter bees did so long as they brought pollen back to the hive? Let the drones, like Miles, worry about their opinions. Queens didn't care.
Thread: You're Not the Boss of Me (AnnaBeth Belle & Whisper Twice)

The door of Miles' office flew open and he strode into the reception area like Santa Claus on Christmas Day. A bright smile was on his face and his arms were open, welcoming. Good morning, ladies, he said, warmly, and strode to each one. They held each of the triplets' hand and kissed each on the cheek, addressing them by name correctly, despite the fact that few could actually tell them apart. It was Virginia who had let him know that each wore a different gemstone in their earrings, and he had watched for it. Finally, he turned to the lawyer and shook the man's hand with vigor. Stuart Lowenstein, you son of a gun. I never thought I'd see you come north again once you settled down in Miami. Come in, all of you. Small talk was had in Miles' office and he asked about something in each of the ladies' lives. Virginia had prepared extensive notes for him to draw upon. They seemed delighted with him and Lowenstein was slightly put off by how congenial everything was going. Finally, they got down to discussing finances. We should probably talk terms of the contract, Mr. Sterling, Stuart said, and like clockwork, Virginia entered the room with some files on her arm and crossed to the filing cabinets, putting them away slowly, bending down and showing off. We, um, we want something quite reasonable, of-- of course. Lowenstein seemed to be sweating. Industry rates plus thirty percent and an additional nine percent on the...on the back end. Miles laughed. It wasn't a cruel laugh, more of the laugh you'd give when you thought someone had made an intentional joke. Stuart, my old friend, you're not in Miami anymore. These beautiful ladies were a hit down there, and a cut in the back end made sense there. But, even though they've made some waves in some clubs here in New York, you're not going to find anywhere that will give you something on the back end. He lit a cigarette and put it to his lips, taking a long draw, as if he was contemplating a counter-offer. Now, I want to work with you, and I want to make these girls the stars on all the variety shows this coming holiday season, but you have to work with me. I'll agree with the industry rates, of course, but you've got to come down to twenty-two percent. He took a long drag on his cigarette. Think on it. He stood up and moved over to the ladies. In fact, spend all day discussing it with these fine young ladies over here. Join me for dinner tonight at Delmonico's. Stuart sputtered. I, I, I suppose we can discuss it. Miles smiled. Good. I have my associate, Joe Gaines, outside. He'll take you around our office, show you how we work, give you a feel of how we treat our special clients. I'll see all of you this evening. They said their goodbyes and Miles closed the door to his office, alone again with Virginia. He approached her, looking pensive. Was it what you wished for, ma'am?
Thread: You're Not the Boss of Me (AnnaBeth Belle & Whisper Twice)

Yes, she answered simply, then raised her hand to cup the side of his face. You're so charming and confident, Miles, when you're closing a deal. Anyone watching that would know that they could learn a thing or two from Miles Sterling and that he's a man's man. Virginia's thumb traced the edge of Miles' lips. You are. You are a powerful, smart, in control masculine man who every other man wants to be like. You're amazing, my sweet love. Her thumb traced to the center of his lips and pushed slowly, parting them and sliding slickly between them and into Miles' mouth. And you deserve a reward, don't you agree? She used the pressure of her thumb to help Miles nod yes, though in truth he was already doing it. Virginia smiled and pulled her wet thumb from his mouth then dried it under the lapel of his suit. Virginia walked to the door of his office, leaving him standing there watching as she swayed away. One foot precisely in front of the other, like a model, made her ass twitch delightfully and the seams of her stockings were dark against the back of her legs. Virginia opened the door and left it open. Candy? Run down to the file room and bring Mr. Sterling the Torisi files. Bring them into his office and bring a dictation pad. He'll want to send a letter. Candy looked surprised. Virginia handled all of that, well not the fetching of files but all dictation from Mr. Sterling. But- I have to see to some other tasks regarding the Jonseboro clients, Virginia interrupted the younger woman. Be snappy about it and I'll be back later today. Yes, Virginia, Candy said and left the outer office. Virginia turned and walked back towards Miles, a darkness in her eyes that typically meant she was very aroused. As she passed him, her left hand grasped his tie and tugged Miles in her wake, her steps graceful and his almost stumbling. Drawing him around the desk, she pushed him backwards into his chair then, after pulling her skirt far up her thighs to the clips of her garters were visible, she knelt at his feet and slid into the well of his desk, hands on his chair seat for support and to draw it in after her. If you stutter or make any sign anything is out of the ordinary while Candy is in here, I'll be very, very disappointed in you, she said unseen. Hands on his thighs, Virginia felt them twitch in anticipation as he waited. It wasn't until she heard Candy's voice that Virginia proceeded. Here is the file, Mr. Sterling, the younger woman said. Virginia ran both palms up Miles' thighs and caressed the bulge of his cock, rubbing it through his pants.
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Miles could not believe what was about to happen. Everything he had trained for, everything that Virginia had taught him about being a man was going to need to be used in this exact moment. A man doesn't lose control, he is in control of himself at all times. It was time to prove that. He reached out and took the files from Candy as he felt his cock being massaged by Virginia. Thank you, Candy. Please sit down. His voice was too rigid, too mechanical. He had to be more relaxed, more-- Had the zipper on his pants just get pulled down? He swallowed. He could do this. Virginia would be proud of him. Take a letter, Candy. Dear Mr. Torisi, thank you again for your interest in our company.
Thread: You're Not the Boss of Me (AnnaBeth Belle & Whisper Twice)

Knowing she had the power to cause a scandal, to make Miles scramble to somehow keep Candy quiet about this affair spread Virginia's lips in a broad smile. It wouldn't be that big of a deal, not really, given some of the shenanigans that she knew happened among other senior management and their secretaries, typing pool girls, 'nieces' from out of town who seemed to change from year to year. The real scandal would be that someone had made it past the Ice Queen's frosty exterior and added some heat to her depths. Some women would be devastated by that but not Virginia. In her eyes it would only show that Miles was the undisputed Alpha of the the company and that only he could have her body. If the Queen didn't go out of her way to tell everyone she was fucking the King, neither was she ashamed of it and instead sat serene on her throne, looking down on everyone else without the will, the power, to be the Queen. Still, she'd prefer that they weren't found out so she could continue to use the worry of exposure to control Miles. Fingers on his zipper, she slowly pulled it down, almost feeling each individual tooth slip apart like Miles wished her thighs would. As it came down, her other hand continued to rub Miles' cock, careful to avoid the tip. Once it was down she reached inside, past his shirt and boxers, and slipped her slender hand around the hard length of him. Just below the tip she held him, feeling the heat of Miles' cock in her hand and the throbbing that said he was excited. Sliding up, she let her thumb rest on the underside of his tip where she knew men loved being touched and subtly flicked it before cupping the palm of her hand completely around the sensitive tip, protecting it as she guided it out into the open. Miles had a magnificent cock. Virginia had loved it since the first time she made him display it for her. It was thick and stood straight, not awkwardly curved like some, and the head of it flared out proudly all the way around from the shaft. The edge of that rim caused such delightful feelings as it was pushed in or out of her body and she felt her breasts tighten at the memory of it. Virginia slowly let go of his cock and reached down to arrange his balls more comfortably inside his pants, not pulling them into the open. There just wasn't enough room without taking his pants off. Sitting back slightly, Virginia put her hands on the floor just below the edge of Miles chair then leaned in, leaving her deeply lipsticked mouth so close to his cock that she could feel the heat of it and an errant throb almost caused it to strike her. Virginia's wet tongue came out and licked quickly and firmly at Miles cock, just once, and then was back in her mouth.
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Miles licked his lips as he felt his cock hit the cool air and he gripped the chair tightly for a second before bringing his hands up to his chin. I am very grateful for the help your client and his family have provided over the years. It has always been a pleasure to work with such fine people in the Italian community in New York. He felt her breath on him. She loved doing this, being so close, just breathing on him, watching him tremble. But, by her orders, he couldn't tremble for her today. He imagined her red stained lips just a hair's breath from his cock. He often dreamed of those lips, lips he wanted to kiss. She kissed him regularly with them, but rarely on the mouth. How he longed for that. The head of his manhood, he figured, was almost as good though. Unfortunately, the cost to open up and expand our business in Las Vegas does not seem to be the best business decision for Carnegie Casting at this time. If any of your client's casinos ever wish to contract one of our girls, we would be happy to assist, but it would have to be from our offices in New York or I can expense one of our agents to go on location temporarily. He felt the warm, rough tongue grace his cock and he almost moaned, but he turned it quickly into a groan of annoyance. Actually, Candy, scratch out that last bit about sending out an agent. We'll leave a space here for Accounting to add in some financial details explaining things. Now, he said, to both of them, let's get to the meat of the situation.
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Miles wanted to get to the meat of the situation? Perhaps she should indulge him. Wrapping first her left, then her right hand about Miles' cock, she firmly stroked them down a bit until they nestled atop one another and against the base of his groin. Even so a bit of his cock still poked out of the top, the slit starting to ooze precum. With Miles' meat securely in her grasp, Virginia began a rhythmic squeezing, as if Miles was inside her body. Left hand. Right hand. Both. Individual fingers top to bottom and then back to the top where her thumb added counterpoint by rubbing slippery circles on the underside. Each time she stroked, more of Miles' precum appeared, threatening to slip down onto her fingers. It would be best not to let him make a mess that would require a change of clothing. And she had promised him her mouth... One more squeeze with both hands, so hard it was just the tiniest bit on the wrong side of pain and pleasure, and Virginia let go. Her employer's cock bobbed powerfully, almost indignantly, when let go and she bit back a laugh that went no further than the back of her throat. There was no chance Candy could have heard it and only slightly one that Miles did. Virginia waited for the throbbing to settle down and when Miles finally gained enough control to make his cock stop twitching, Virginia slid forward and took the entire length of Miles into her mouth and throat in one decisive and sensually slow push. Nose nestled against his pants, her lips around the base of his shaft, Virginia pushed her lips against and around it, leaving a very bright circular smear of her lipstick that he'd find almost impossible to wash off without cold cream and that would remind him of her allowing him her mouth until he did so. Keeping her head all the way down on his cock, Virginia waited, knowing Miles would want to thrust in and out but couldn't without knocking her head on the underside of the desk or looking like he had ants in his pants to Candy.
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Candy smiled up at Miles. She'd always had a huge crush on the man, but he was such a professional that she knew that it was never to be. Not to mention that the Ice Queen had never really allowed her to be close enough enough to allow it. Yet, here she was now, able to take dictation from the man himself. Part of her wanted to go over and sit on his lap, take dictation from there, and see what he'd say. But that would be a quick way to get fired if she couldn't pull it off. She continued writing, watching Miles. He consulted his notes in the file frequently and would, occasionally stop to think, almost staring through the file. His breathing was deep, almost too controlled, and she wondered for a moment if he was aroused being alone with her. Candy hadn't expected that from the consummate professional. Miles continued dictation, his eyes barely focused now. His hand gripped a pencil like a vice and he had to concentrate on every single word he spoke to prevent any unacceptable noises from leaving his lips. Virginia was a goddess of sex, and everything she did made him feel amazing and raw, even if it was painful sometimes. Then, her mouth surrounded him and he was forced to shrug his shoulders, and stretch in some way to relieve the amazing pressure building in him. How she was able to take him so easily and so well, he never knew, but he luxuriated in that feeling. His cock twitched inside of her, but he held firm. Candy was already looking at him oddly and he didn't want to give anything away. And deep down, he felt a pressure building. His orgasm was starting to build. Leave a space for our standard rates to go there. They know them, but it's customary. Let's write ourselves a conclusion, shall we?
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Candy looked at Mr. Sterling with her head cocked. The man looked like the definition of masculinity. Hell, he even smelled masculine at that moment. She must have been imagining it, but it was as if she could smell his musk, the kind of smell you experience off of a lover. She shifted in her seat slightly, unnerved at her own thoughts. Miles, meanwhile, was on the verge of losing it. Every word he spoke in the conclusion of the letter was said with perfect diction and with clear, strong purpose. He concentrated hard on each word to get it out without gasping and the effect made him seem awfully passionate about this fairly mundane letter. Finally, he knew he was at the brink. He knew he was about to explode. He thought of Candy sitting across from him, gorgeous and constantly there for him. Then, he thought of the Jonesboro triplets, so ready and eager to please. He could have these girls if he wanted. He could take them, he thought. A man should be able to take what he wanted. He knew that Virginia was giving him a choice of making a mess or not, a choice of being a good or bad boy. Could he be a bad boy in other ways? Could he just take the girls and make them his? Control them the way she controlled him? But, he decided, why would he? Taking them would be sweet, but it would be all the sweeter if Virginia sat there and told him to take them, wouldn't it? Yes, yes it would. He would be good to his Mistress. Yet,he took too long to decide and his cock twitched and a single shot of cum flew out and hit Virginia across the face. He quickly controlled himself and the rest of his salty cum went into her mouth. Still, he had messed up. The letter was finished and he asked Candy to leave. He had not shown any sign of the orgasm to her. Yet, as she left, he dropped the pencil he had been holding onto the table. It had snapped into three pieces.