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Dr. White worked out a little routine from there. She'd watch him surf in the morning from afar, and follow him when he left the beach, got dressed at home, and went to work. When he stepped through those doors, she would move on to other things. Other avenues of his life to explore. She went back to his house to observe his wife. She wasn't home often, as she clearly worked very long hours at the hospital. Looking her up, Nancy Lawrence had a pretty renowned reputation as a surgeon, so it was no surprise she was very busy. She matched Kendall's description, a nice-looking middle-aged woman, a few extra pounds on her but nothing too bad. Sure, she was flat-chested, but she dressed well. And she was very pretty, her makeup always in place, her red hair always well-styled. Dr. White got in line behind her when she went out to get coffee. She came across as very intelligent, if at times slightly chilly. But Dr. White had met plenty of surgeons just like that, so it came with the territory.
Their daughters both went to college nearby, which Dr. White surmised was part of the incentive of moving down here. Both were quite stunning, the blonde daughter, Porsche, was 19, in her second year of school. And her darker-haired younger sister, Deandra, was 18 and a freshman. Both seemed sunny and friendly and popular, dressing a little skimpy like college girls do, but both pulled it off very well, the girls both having quite large busts and shapely rear ends. And both seemed to know it, walking around confidently without coming across as arrogant. These young women weren't shy. They probably even dressed this way at home. The only other note she made was that the younger of the two, Deandra... she kinda looked similar to how Kendall looked in terms of how she presented herself. Dr. White wondered if she'd treated Kendall as somewhat of a role model, modeling herself after her as she matured and filled out. But this was all speculation. Very good speculation, but speculation, nonetheless.
The main event was Jake, and Dr. White was able to develop a profile for him as the week went on that she felt pretty confident about. And how she was able to do that was through those visits of his to the beach. She watched him on the sands, carrying his surfboard, wearing a college t-shirt and some board shorts. She watched him pull of his shirt in the same manner every day. She noticed the tattoo on his shoulder-blade, looking slightly fresh, a dark, inky black stylized shark fin, appearing somewhat incongruous based on what she knew of him.
It seemed like he'd made friends on the beach, mostly among the younger folks there. She wondered if any of them knew he was a high-powered businessman and not just a handsome, middle-aged man exploring a new hobby. But these interactions proved very fruitful, giving Dr. White a lot of very useful information. And this was further cemented by a moment later in the week when Dr. White herself was on the beach, observing from up close, and Jake walked by her, glancing at her and nodding politely. And when she returned home a few days later, she presented her findings to Kendall.
"What was he like?" Kendall asked her tentatively, somewhat nervous at what she was about to hear.
"At work, he hasn't seemed to change at all," Dr. White explained as her and Kendall sat in Dr. White's office after hours, the doctor going over her impressions of him. "He's been at this long enough to know what pitfalls to avoid, what things to say or do. How to carry himself. The way I look at it... his suit is his armor, and as long as he's in it, he's bulletproof. The problem you ran into is... he looks really good in that suit." Kendall smiled at this. "But he's found a hobby that forces him to take off that suit of his. Jake has taken up surfing."
"Really?" Kendall replied, somewhat surprised. Dr. White nodded.
"He occasionally goes out in the afternoon, but he most often goes out first thing in the morning. There's a group that he meets up with, people of all ages, but mostly a younger crew. They all seem to like him, and have taken him into their group. Most of the people there are younger, but they talk to him like he's one of their own, and he treats them with respect. He maintains that same level of calm and polish that he carries at work, even in a setting where he doesn't have to. But he is a little bit looser, talking to these people young people as if they are actually friends. And he gets a lot of attention there from the young women there, even more than the younger men do. But he doesn't bite, keeping things on the level at all times." Dr White stated. Kendall looked a little annoyed, only to perk up when Dr. White continued. "Except... on the third day I was there, and there was this stunning young Hawaiian woman there chatting with him. She was showing a lot of skin, but a lot of these girls seemed to relish showing a lot of skin, especially when he was there. But this girl had some really big tits... like huge... almost as big as yours, and it was the first time I saw his eyes wander. It's the only time he seemed fallible. Except for another moment a couple days later, when he walked by me on the beach, and he checked out my tits too. Seems like you were on the right track..." Dr. White stated, nodding at the other woman's impressive, enhanced bust.
"Well, he definitely seemed like the type of guy who would want a girl with huge boobs," Kendall began, a slight bit of relief on her face. "Even if he never gave any specific indication of that," she added, before that slight relief turned to mild annoyance. "So, I paid you to fly down there, and your big news is that he likes big boobs? I mean, he's a successful man with a flat-chested wife, it's a pretty easy conclusion to make. I confess I expected more." Kendall said, looking across at the doctor. Dr. White looked away before smiling.
"What you paid for me is to tell you he's going through a mild mid-life crisis," Dr. White began, now presenting her full findings. "His wife's working long hours, and his daughters are out of the house, and he's feeling his age. He's pining for those younger days. He's taken up hobbies that a younger, more outgoing crew seems to enjoy. He's got new young friends. He's got a tattoo..."
"He got a tattoo?" Kendall question, intrigued.
"Yeah, a shark fin on his shoulder-blade," Dr. White answered. Kendall seemed surprised at this, and a little amused, but she said nothing. Dr. White continued. "But as I was saying, he's perhaps realized the exciting moments of his life are in his past, and he isn't quite ready to let go. He's chasing some of that excitement. Some fun. He's venting that need into his free time, choosing these moments to cut loose and be a little spontaneous. But at work, in a professional setting, he's still the same man. He's too polished and experienced to ever make a mistake there, so when you made your move at a work event and failed... I wouldn't take it as an insult. You didn't have a chance. No one did. No one was breaking through that armor... at least at that point."
"So, what are you thinking?" Kendall asked. "Do we have a chance here?" Dr. White smiled.
"We can make this happen, Kendall. He's challenging game, but he can be brought down. I am very confident that you can be having sex with Jake very soon." A shiver of excitement went through Kendall at this, but she kept it together. "But the slow approach won't work here," Dr. White stated. "You worked with him for years, and his defenses weren't eroded in the slightest. What I'm thinking... we need to wait till the armor's off. When his defenses are shut down. When he lets himself be a little looser. You'll still have to be patient, and wait for your moment, and when it comes, you need to land a clean surgical strike that will shatter him. And when you do, fucking drown him with your tits till he can't live without you, and he'll be yours. But as I said, this will be a challenge, and you have to hit him at just the right moment. But if you do it exactly as I say, it'll work. It can be done, Kendall. You just have to take your time and be patient until that moment comes."
"Do you have a plan, Jen?" Kendall asked.
"I do, Kendall," Dr. White replied, smiling and nodding her head. "But you won't like it." Kendall gave her a curious look as Dr. White stood up, moving to her desk and grabbing a stack of literature before returning to her friend and dropping the heavy stack on the table next to her. "Because you have homework to do."
Kendall glanced at it, and when she saw the subject matter, she gave the doctor a confused look.
"It'll be alright. I can help you. I actually did this a few times to pick up some extra income," Dr. White began. "It's the perfect way for you to get into his office and convince him to let his guard down around you."
"I'm not trained for any of this," Kendall said. "I'm not the one who should be lecturing anyone, for so many reasons." Dr. White shook her head.
"I've had a lot of time to think on this. It'll work. We can make it happen," Dr. White explained. "You might need to lean on a few people, but I bet with a perfectly worded anonymous email by yours truly, we can kick this off."
Kendall glanced at the paperwork again and rolled her eyes.
"I hate this," she said at this prospective plan of the doctor's, giving Dr. White a withering look.
"It can't always be easy," Dr. White claimed. "But if you put in the work, it'll pay off. Trust me." Kendall gave her an unwavering stare. Suddenly, one other thought hit the doctor.
"Oh!" Dr. White interjected. "And try calling him 'Daddy'. Not immediately, I mean, but when the time is right, slip that in."
"Call him 'Daddy'?" Kendall questioned skeptically. Of course, she'd called him that in her fantasies, but she didn't know if he'd actually go for it in real life. In response to her skepticism, Dr. White shrugged.
"Just a suspicion," the doctor began, somewhat vaguely. "I feel like, with where his head's at, he might really respond to that. Or not. I've been wrong before. But I think it's worth a shot." Kendall seemed like she wanted to question her on this fact a bit more, but she held off, looking over the paperwork in front of her again.
"This is a lot," Kendall muttered, shaking her head. This plan, the doctor's observations... she couldn't help but be a little skeptical. But Dr. White seemed pretty confident that she'd be able to land him, and she'd worked magic at bringing Stacy and Ryan together. So, perhaps she should give herself over to this plan, despite how daunting it seemed.
"If this doesn't work, I want my money back." Kendall replied. Dr. White grinned.
It would never come to that.
**********
Dr. White's plan started with an email, sent to the head of HR for Harper Finance. Kendall and her spent a whole night crafting it together so it would hit all the right notes. In it, an anonymous message, complaining about some comments spoken about the women in the office. That some of the comments made about the women, especially the ones in leadership positions, was deeply disrespectful, and had no place in a professional setting. By all accounts, this wasn't a lie. There were a lot of nasty things said about women like Stacy, for instance, although in her case she'd kinda earned her reputation. But nonetheless, the threat of a message like this was the possibility of legal action, so the board had to take it seriously.
And as a boy's club through and through, from the board to HR, they would no doubt seek to put a feminine presence forward to present a message that both warned against the idea of sexual harassment in the workplace and presented Harper Finance as a female friendly workplace. And that meant putting one of their highest-ranking women out there as one of the leading drivers of their counter-offensive against these accusations.
And that woman was Stacy.
While the idea of this group of men passing off this extra work to a woman to address issues mostly done by men against women was ethically questionable, it was nonetheless predictable. But knowing Stacy as they did, both Dr. White and Kendall knew she was loathe to take on extra responsibilities, especially work of this kind. She would delegate, pass off the work to her most trusted lieutenant.
Kendall.
Per company request, Kendall was asked to work with their HR department to create a program to address sexual harassment in the workplace of Harper Finance. And while the company's plan was to leave the actual presenting of these issues to the various branches of the company to the HR department, Kendall was able to... convince... the man she was working with that she could handle it alone. This meant that Kendall had to put in the work, going over the talking points, tailoring her message to not just meet the company's goals but her own. And with Dr. White helping her, they were able to craft a plan. And it required the tall brunette to show an expert level of patience in order to execute it properly. But with the way Kendall talked about Jake, Dr. White feared she'd abandon the plan as soon as she saw him in order to jump his bones.
She shouldn't have been worried.
This plan, months in the making, all served to get Kendall in the door at Jake's branch of the company in a manner where he would give her a second chance. This idea was spawned from Dr. White's time spent in observation outside of Jake's office. She wondered if she could get in the door herself through similar auspices, but such a thing couldn't be done so spontaneously. But, doing it by the book and patiently, it succeeded here, as Kendall flew to down to Jake's office on the company's dime in order to give her presentation in front of Jake and his employees. From this point on, the plan was about execution.
It would begin with a lecture about the pitfalls of sexual harassment in the office, and it would end with hot sweaty sex.
*************
Kendall had to calm herself as the elevator rose towards Jake's office. She hadn't seen him since he'd moved away a few years prior, and after spending the intervening time thinking about him A LOT, even someone as confident as her was finding herself nervous to be facing down the object of her desire.
She eyed her reflection in the metallic surface of the elevator. She was dressed in the manner Dr. White advised her to, exceedingly professional without even the slightest hint of her true intentions. Very nice, classy high heels on her feet, black stockings clinging to her lower legs, a slim navy-colored skirt that ended at her knees, flattering her firm thighs and large shapely ass without overdoing it in the slightest. With a body like hers, it couldn't be helped. That credo became more evident with her upper half, a light blue button-up top struggling to contain her mammoth, enhanced breasts. Even the most professional of tops would make it clear that she had giant boobs, so she had to do her best to keep things as aboveboard as possible. At Dr. White's recommendation, she showed only the barest hint of cleavage, ensuring that she presented herself as completely professional in every way. And this was a damn shame... it was like covering up a work of art. Her cleavage was spectacular... Jake deserved to see it. She got these tits for him to lay eyes upon. But not yet... not quite yet.
Looking every bit the professional woman she was, she marched out of the elevator as soon as the doors parted, her heels clicking on the floor as she did so. Greeting the secretary at the entrance and announcing what she was there for, she stayed on her feet as she waited, doing her best to contain her nervousness. She was facing away when the door behind her opened, and just like that... he was there.
Upon the sight of him, part of her almost forgot every step of her carefully developed plan, but within seconds she got it together, admiring him without making it obvious. As always, he looked amazing. Tall and in great shape, dressed in a fantastic well-tailored suit, he looked like something out of her fantasies. His fatherly face lit up in a warm smile, his tan looking great and his head of hair making it clear he was a little more of a silver fox than he used to be, he hadn't lost any of his appeal to her. He just pushed every one of her buttons. She didn't care that he twenty years older than her, and that she clearly had some sort of daddy thing... he was perfect. Her exact type. No one had ever gotten her as turned-on as him, even men her own age. She wanted him more than anything, even now, and despite her temporary slip in control, she regathered herself before he could notice, moving to greet him.
"Hello, Jake," she greeted him, holding out her hand. Taking her slim palm in his large, masculine one, he returned the gesture.
"Hey, Kendall. So nice to see you again," he replied warmly, shaking her hand. Even after her clumsy attempt at seduction, he was always respectful to her, although she gleaned by his later actions that it was somewhat through clenched teeth. He had still been kind to her, but he had put the kibosh on any chances of a promotion. She was banking on the fact that while he would be guarded, he would eventually be forgiving enough to let bygones be bygones after all this time and be open to giving her a second chance. Gesturing for her to follow, he led her into the office.
"How you liking it down here?" Kendall began politely, engaging him in conversation.
"I kinda love it," he replied. "Great weather, great beaches. Great market," he added.
"How are the girls doing?" she asked, keeping things friendly.
"Great! Both are in school here," Jake began. "Porsche is going into sports medicine. And Deandra wants to be a therapist."
"Oh, I have a friend that's a therapist. I should put them in touch," Kendall replied. He smiled in response, polite but with zero expectation of a follow-through.
"How's it going up there?" he asked, referring to his former office.
"Stacy... she's something," she replied knowingly. He grinned in response.
"I know she's not the most popular, but I've seen the numbers from up there. They're crazy good," he stated, shaking his head, impressed.
They kept things light. Professional. Courteous. Dr. White told Kendall that he'd be leery of her, and Kendall was finding that to be true. Which was why she wasn't betraying any of her true intentions, keeping things on the level, giving him no reason to doubt her. To open up the possibility in his mind that she had changed, enough to convince him to lower his guard. But Kendall could definitely tell, behind his polite veneer, he was alert for any objectionable behavior. So, she had to give him nothing, at least until he removed that armor of his. And when that time came, she'd take her shot when the moment was right.
The presentation itself was rather dull, your standard boilerplate sexual harassment training seminar. She gave the presentation in a decent sized auditorium, big enough for all the employees to be there. Jake sat and the back and watched as she did her thing, her spiel including presentations and fliers and the whole nine yards. Dr. White had made her practice this part again and again till it all sounded smooth and natural. There was one single point that doctor emphasized that she had to hit in order for her plan to work. And partway through her presentation, she did just that.
"Now, sexual harassment is not a one-way street," Kendall began. "It's not just men imposing themselves on women, although that's admittedly the most common type of harassment to occur. It's also women imposing themselves on men. Studies have shown that occurrences of cases in that vein are only increasing. To be perfectly honest, I've been guilty of it myself." For a moment, her eyes flicked towards Jake, for the first time acknowledging the elephant in the room between them. "In my younger years, when I was a bit more reckless and impetuous, I thought it would be fun and exciting to flirt with a man I worked with. I thought it was harmless, all in good fun. It was only later, as I matured and learned more, that I saw what a mistake it was, and how something like that, something that seems harmless, can not only affect others, but your own reputation, your professional future, your life. That's why it's vital for people of all genders, races, creeds, what-have-you, to learn that now so you don't ruin your future." She glanced at Jake again, and saw an almost proud look at her mature handling of that moment between them.
