Athena Corp Chronicles Ch. 03

Ian's eyes narrowed. He studied the young woman as she stared at her laptop and typed away. Suddenly, it hit him. He knew where he'd seen her before. The top floor of the building, years ago, when he'd taken the grand tour.

"Pardon me if I've mistaken you for someone else, but did you used to be Mr. Telos' assistant?"

"Mmmhmm" Jacqueline confirmed. She looked up with a thin smile. "I was promoted recently. Now I'm a Human Resources Manager."

"Quite a jump up" Ian noted.

"I suppose so, but I've been applying for this and other positions for years. I only got the chance when Ms. Powell was elevated." A few clicks of the mouse indicated that her digital paperwork was complete. "But we're not here to talk about my promotion. We're here to discuss your future with the company."

"Of course" Ian acknowledged, his fingers lifting from the armrests in supplication.

"I'll cut to the chase. The good news is, you're not being laid off."

A wave of ease washed over him. Ian's face and limbs, tense until now, visibly relaxed. So it wasn't what he'd been dreading. Still, the use of the term good news usually implied there was bad news just behind it. His relief was short lived.

"However, your department is being completely overhauled and it looks like your services in risk assessment will no longer be needed."

"I see. Am I being offered another position, then?"

"Yes, although I'm sorry to say the position is not well defined yet. I can only say it will involve a new line of products that Athena will be introducing in the next couple years and that HR thinks your skills as an analyst may come in handy."

"Surely, the position must have some title?"

"Officially, you'll be an assistant to one of the directors of this new project."

"An assistant..."

Being offered an assistant's position by someone who just a month ago was still an assistant. Ian could feel his blood pressure rising. It took every scrap of his will not to stand up, walk out and slam the door behind him.

"I know this is a bit unusual, but before you make a decision, let me spell out the rest of the arrangement. If you accept this new position, you will receive an immediate 5% increase in base pay. The raise goes to 10% if you stay another year and 20% if you stay two years. You will retain the full benefits package of your previous position and your stock options will grow more generous with your pay. This is to acknowledge your service to the company and show our good faith, since we're asking you to deviate somewhat from your chosen career path."

Ian's eyes widened in bewilderment. This was beyond bizarre. He'd never heard of anything like it. Not in the many casualty reports of mergers, acquisitions and other chicanery in the ever more cutthroat corporate world.

Unfortunately, they had him between a rock and a hard place. If he was ten years younger, he could leave and start over with another company. If he was ten years older, early retirement might be possible. At his current age, he could accept their deal or he could take a giant risk with the rest of his life. Who knew if there was anything even close to this generous and secure waiting for him out there? It seemed unlikely in the shark tank that was the modern economy.

"And if I decide I'd rather leave? What can I expect?"

"Very little" she said flatly. "Two weeks severance. You will receive no recommendation from the company and you will be monitored to ensure you're not violating the competition clauses in your contract."

"What? Two weeks?!?" Ian had grown more annoyed the longer she spoke. It was difficult to keep his voice at a respectful volume at this point, but he managed it, barely. "One of my colleagues who was just laid off said he was getting three months!"

"That's right. If they were laid off, they get more severance."

"And no recommendation? After you just said the company acknowledged the value of my service! That's ridiculous."

"That's at-will employment, Mr. Graves. Welcome to capitalism."

* * * * *

Brandon sipped his wine and tried his best not to sweat. Nothing in his long, varied and difficult training had quite prepared him for this. There was intense physical training, there was survival training, there was interrogation training and then there was dinner with Anastasia Dominique Sins. Sitting across from the most rich and powerful woman in the world was a new a kind of stress.

Then there was her beauty. The blonde Goddess glowed in the candlelight of the table's flickering centerpiece. Dark flourishes of liner, mascara and shadow turned her eyes into smokey portals of glistening gray and blue. Her silky, royal blue evening dress cut across her bust, leaving her shoulders and everything above mid bicep exposed. It flowed down her body, clinging to her hourglass figure until it split in the front at its thigh-high slit.

She was a gorgeous woman in her prime and she knew it. The setting of Belle Vie was equal to her elegance. Live piano playing mixed with the light chatter in the background as some of the biggest names in the city talked business or pleasure.

Two tall, determined women stood guard in the background, trying their best to blend in even though they stuck out like sore thumbs. They were never far from Anastasia when she was out in public. Their eyes were hidden behind shades and both were well armed. How skilled they were in hand-to-hand or shooting was hard to say without testing them. Brandon hoped he never had to, though he was confident he could take them if need be.

But that wasn't the kind of combat he was there to engage in. For now, his battles would be mental and social. He was there to ingratiate himself and learn what he could about the mysterious new CEO and the circumstances that led her there. Now, with their orders placed, it was the perfect time to begin.

"So, how are you enjoying it so far? Running the world, that is."

"The world?" she asked with a laugh. "You know very well I don't run the world. I suspect the people you work for are much closer to fitting that description."

"You'd be surprised. Everyone thinks the government is in control, but it's the corporations who call the shots, by and large. And now that you're sitting at the head of the biggest one, you're gonna have a lot of influence."

"I admit, there's a lot about Athena I'm still getting acquainted with. It's been an eye-opening experience in many ways. In time, I'll have a full grasp on all the pies we have our fingers in."

Brandon sat back in his chair and tugged at the lapel of his jacket, straightening his suit. He chuckled and nodded at her understatement. "Well, I'm glad the company is in the hands of someone who understands the enormity of the task. I can report that much to my superiors happily. I'm also glad to see you've got full time security."

Anastasia took a sip from her glass before responding. "Yes, I wasn't keen on it at first, but the women on my leadership staff insisted. I think they would've physically barred me from leaving the room until I agreed to a detail."

"The women, huh? Are there no men in senior management anymore? Or were they just unconcerned with your safety?"

"They have all been dismissed" Anastasia said matter-of-factly. "There will likely never be a man in the highest levels of Athena leadership again. Not while I'm in charge. Maybe an advisor or two, if the right man impresses me" she said with a wink.

Brandon grinned. "Is that a challenge?"

"It is. Do you think you're up to it?"

"I certainly hope so."

The tension grew, but it was the good kind. Brandon knew very well she wasn't just talking about work. Anastasia stared at him dreamily as she took a long drink of her Sina Qua Non.

"I can't imagine the board of directors is too thrilled with all the sudden changes you've been making and the drop in the stock price. How are you handling that side of things?"

"Oh, that's not going to be a problem. Mr. Telos had access to certain compromising information about most of our board members. Any who create trouble will be forced out in the coming weeks and months. I suspect most will go along with the program. All they care about is money and there's still plenty of that flowing in. Once they understand my vision for the company, they'll realize there's even more to be made."

Brandon shifted in his chair slightly, signaling his deep interest. "I'd love to hear more about that vision, but since you brought him up, I feel obligated to ask about Mr. Telos. Do you know where he is right now?"

Anastasia looked flabbergasted. "You mean, you don't? I thought it was your job to know that kind of thing."

"Like I said, I think you give us too much credit. It's like the guy disappeared off the face of the Earth not long after he signed things over to you."

Ana downed what was left of her glass and put on a mischievous grin. "Sure. I know where he is. In fact, you might even get to see him tonight. If you want to come take the tour of my new digs after dinner."

Brandon's eyebrows raised, his astonishment growing. "You're saying I'll get to meet Mr. Telos in person?"

Anastasia looked up and to the side. "Mmmm, not exactly." Her gaze returned to the handsome young agent. "But I promise you'll be in close proximity."

* * * * *

The door to the bedroom flew open and the duo slipped into the large, darkened chamber. In between relentless kissing and groping, Ana hit the light switch. She continued to press Brandon deeper into her lair as they slowly made their way to the bed. Brandon got only brief glances at her opulent living quarters in between aggressive kisses and deep tongue probing from the amorous Anastasia.

As they approached the edge of the nine by nine foot Alaskan King bed, Ana stopped him in his tracks. She broke off the heated kiss and gave his ass a hungry squeeze as she gazed into his eyes. Her look was as stern as her hands were needy.

"I'm going to tie you down and give you the most amazing night of your life. Do you consent?"

"Oh... I-" Brandon hesitated briefly. He'd been enjoying her aggression until the moment bondage was mentioned. His training experiences still sent a shiver down his spine at the thought of ever being tied up again. Still, he knew this was no assassin or agent of a foreign state he was dealing with. This wasn't spy versus spy. Anastasia was his target and his mission required that he play along. Besides, he wasn't about to run away from a little kink. It might even be fun. "Yes, absolutely."

"Good boy."

She shoved him in the chest and Brandon fell back on the bed. His body sank into the absurdly soft bedding. He'd never felt anything like it. Not even in the finest hotels he'd stayed in. So, this was how the super wealthy lived.

"I'll be back shortly" she said, raising her left hand and pointing at him. "Get out of those clothes."

Anastasia stalked to her private bathroom, her evening dress swishing as she sauntered off. Brandon watched her ample ass flex in the silky blue fabric until the door closed behind her. He stood back up, a feat which required a surprising amount of effort. It wasn't easy to dislodge himself from the large indentation he'd made in the luscious, satin duvet and super soft mattress. The lingering effects of the wine weren't helping either.

He stripped out of his suit jacket and tossed it on one of Ana's many furnishings. His shoes, dress pants and shirt soon followed. He took a look around the room, getting a good appraisal for the first time. All the furniture was new. There was a huge entertainment center viewable from the bed. The room itself was only half decorated at best. Not surprising, given how busy she'd been since taking over Athena.

Minutes passed as Brandon studied his surroundings. He could hear Ana finishing up in the bathroom, so he hurriedly hopped back on the bed. Brandon stretched himself out and propped his head up on one hand.

Anastasia strode back into the room garbed in some of the most stunning black lace lingerie he'd ever seen. It was intricately detailed with see-through webbing that left little to the imagination. Thin black straps wrapped around her sizable breasts and curved over her shoulders for support. Garter belts flowed down her legs, highlighting strong, succulent thighs.

"Good God... You look amazing."

Anastasia smiled, initially taking well to his compliment, but then her brow furrowed and her face fell into a scowl. "I thought I told you to undress."

Brandon quickly realized his error and pointed to his silky, black boxers. "Oh, you mean... I wasn't sure if you meant that too!"

"If you plan to stick around, for any length of time, you'll need to follow instructions better than that."

He immediately shimmied out of his most luxurious pair of underwear. Brandon pulled them down and tossed them aside without another thought. His flaccid cock and smooth, shaved balls fell out. He presented himself to Anastasia with all confidence. "Yes Ma'am."

"Better" she responded with a thin smile and a nod. "Now, for some entertainment."

She crossed to the custom shelf that housed the massive widescreen TV and picked up its remote. She turned the monitor on and began navigating through a series of menus the likes of which Brandon had never seen. At least not on a conventional television.

Soon they were looking at what seemed to be security cam footage from a condo, not unlike the one they were in. Ana flipped through a long series of angles from different cameras until she found the one she wanted.

"Ah, here we are. Perfect timing! Let me just zoom in..."

To Brandon's shock, there was a man clad in a glossy black gimp suit bent over a padded spanking bench. His arms were bound behind him and his legs were strapped to the back of the cruel device. A woman in red rubber with a humongous bust and an equally large cock was cramming her thick python into the man's stretched-wide lips. At the same time, a woman in black leather was slashing at his exposed ass with a mean looking whip. Each skillful strike with her weapon caused him to mutter in pain around the thrusting appendage that speared his face.

Brandon sat up on the bed, his eyes as wide as they'd ever been. He refused to believe it at first, but as the camera panned in and he got a better view of the man. The shape of his body and his eyes all but confirmed it.

"That... That's Mr. Telos?!?"

Ana turned to him with a devilish grin. "In the flesh. I'd make a phone call and have him say hello, but his mouth seems full right now."

"And this is live?!?"

"Yup. Closed circuit cameras. I told you he wouldn't be far away." Ana turned back to the screen and watched the live-action Femdom pornography casually. "I'm just glad we tuned in during the good part! Otherwise I would've had to pull up a recording."

The moans, grunts and laughs poured from the speakers as the women whipped and face-fucked the immobilized man. Brandon continued to stare in disbelief. Anastasia set the remote down and made her way back to the bed.

"Stretch out. Arms to the top, legs to the corners."

Ana gathered up her toys and started securing Brandon's limbs to the bed's sturdy frame. As she did, a horrible thought took root in his mind. Was she going to call in a team of well-endowed Dommes to beat his balls and fuck his holes the minute he was strapped down? Not likely, but she sure seemed to enjoy putting that fear in him.

He continued to watch the Femdom fuck-fest as Anastasia handcuffed his wrists behind the steel headboard. The woman at Mr. Telos' front screamed in climax. Her rubberized curves shivered as she thrust deep in his mouth and nutted down his throat. Trickles of cum ran from the gimp's nose and escaped the corners of his mouth in wet, sloppy gags as the dark scrotum below his chin bulged and twitched.

Brandon felt leather straps being wrapped tightly around his ankles. Soon Anastasia was pulling his feet toward the corners of the bed and tightening the slack so he couldn't budge an inch. His fight or flight instinct kicked in and he had to breathe deeply to avoid fresh panic.

As she finished her preparations, Brandon watched the women on screen trade places. The rubber Domme pulled out of Jake's mouth with a wet slurp and moved to his ass. The leather clad white woman stroked her own length of fat fuck-meat vigorously as she approached his front. She gave his face a few smacks with her growing shaft. The orange haired Domina made him suck the tip as she fisted herself to full erection and prepared to shove her length into the gimp's waiting, cum-drenched cavern.

The bed shifted again and Anastasia was on top of him. Her curvy form lowered onto his torso and he got a spectacular view of her beautiful body woven in lace. Just when he thought they were about to resume kissing, she lifted a red rubber ball gag into his field of vision and spoke.

"Your safeword is bitch boy. Now we put this on."

"Wait!" he stammered. "How do I say the safeword if I'm wearing that?!?"

Ana's eyes gleamed with lust. "Just yell into the gag, I'll hear you."

Brandon's eyes, by contrast, betrayed incredible anxiety. "Yes, Ma'am" he agreed reluctantly.

"Yes, Mistress" she corrected him.

With that, she pulled the leather harness of the toy wide and brought the shiny red ball to his lips. Anastasia pressed it forward firmly and Brandon yielded to her, opening his lips just wide enough for her to shove the toy in.

"Unless you're using the safeword, I don't want to hear anything but moans from those slutty lips."

She buckled the head harness behind him and ran her hands through his thick black hair. The buxom Domina let out a few giddy laughs as she played with her new toy. When she was done petting him, Ana shimmied down his body and began to focus on his chest. She grabbed a handful of his chest hair in a tight grip as she brought her mouth to his right nipple and began to lick and teeth on it.

Her lower body slid back and forth, her hips grinding against him. Her silky panties coasted up and down his exposed cock. As she began to explore and tempt his body, he couldn't help but look over at the TV. Mr. Telos was enduring a second round of throat fucking and another ass beating with a giant leather paddle. After a while, the Domina in red lost interest in welting his bottom further and brought her cock to bear yet again. She shoved it in Jacob's defenseless pucker and took hold of his hips as they began to rail him at both ends.

"HEY!"

*SMACK*

Anastasia swatted Brandon in the face, sending his vision whirling from the direction of the television back to her. She grabbed his chin and demanded his attention.

"You want to watch my filthy pet get spit-roasted? Or you going to focus on your Goddess?"

"MMMPPHHHLLMMM!" he nodded in agreement.

She returned to licking, sucking and teething at his nipple. He could feel the warmth and moisture of her pussy as she slid her silk covered muff over his cock without end. His unit rose to stiff attention in record time. Soon it was sticking up between her heavenly cheeks. Ana glided her ass up and down his rock-hard penis, massaging it with her lovely mounds of flesh. The sounds of loud, open-hand spanking and sloppy fucking flowed from the bright screen in the background.

Just as Brandon felt the first tingles of an orgasm building, Anastasia bit deeply into his nipple and raked her fingernails down his chest and side. He groaned into the increasingly sloppy gag and pulled on his bonds as pre-cum sprouted from his tip.

* * * * *

"And that's why we asked you here today, Dr. Hoffman."