Executive Decision

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All successful business endeavors are more than just a vision or the drive of a single entrepreneur. If that was so then much less start up would fail. It took much more, it took finding your nitch in your chosen market, then capitalize on it, know when to expand, and just as important know when to be satisfied with your share of the market. No one person could have all the attributes or knowledge for growing that one single bright entrepreneurial into a successful international corporation, it took people, partnerships, and the recognition of raw talent. Yet most importantly it took bolt and dynamic actions when one reached a cross road, it took and executive decision.

That was the premise of Alexander Merchant's guide for the young entrepreneur in his best spelling how to guide Executive Decision. Right from the beginning, Alex had recognized that people could be your most valuable asset and in his case it was his first assistant Julia Mycroft. Miss Mycroft was so valuable to Alex that she became Mrs. Merchant. Despite the thirty plus years difference in their ages Julia was anything but a trophy wife, despite the media coverage, or the jealous whispers of the less capable. Oh yes the Media did love the Merchant's, Alex tall stern the powerful physic, the fringe of ginger hair and the touch of sliver at his temples. Julia trim eloquent in the mode of Jacqueline Kennedy. They complemented each other in other ways, ways that were not the privy of the media, ways that whoever was selected to be Alex's new Executive Assistant would soon learn.

The position of Alexander Merchant's Executive Assistant was a paid internship. Publicly Alex proclaimed it was his way of paying it forward for the next generation of entrepreneurs. However the reality of it was that young college graduates with crushing debt were much easier to manipulate and bend to his will and Julia was, as in all things an active participant in his choice of his Executive Assistant. Each candidate had to meet some very specific requirements. First all the candidates were female, they had to have a keen active imagination, be burdened with crushing student loans, and possessed of sweet naïve innocence. An innocence that would be short lived in the young lady's new position.

"Miss Carson send in the next candidate."

Each girl was made to wait a minimum of two hours in the outer offices of Merchant Technical Industries International. The wait separated the proud and haughty from the meek and needy.

Alexander Merchant watched over the CCT feed the pacing, texting, and the fuming posturing of the latest covey of potential Assistants. As always the very competent Miss Carson ruled supreme over his outer office. It was Miss Carson who made the initial cull of the prospective applicants. Bleached blondes, dyed debutants, or fortune hunters would never get passed her desk or the door to the inner sanctum that she controlled. Miriam Carson had already narrowed the field to three possibilities. A stunning little redheaded beauty, A Nordic beauty with shimmering ash blond hair, and a shy little chestnut brown hair girl that seemed to so desperately tried to hide her obvious beauty. It was five hours had passed before Mr. Merchant gate keeper allowed Angela into the inner sanctum.

"Miss Johnson, Mr. Merchant will see you now." With those simple words Miriam Carson ushered Angela before the great man himself.

"Mr. Merchant Miss Johnson." No chair had been provided for the candidates and Miriam Carson had guided Angela to stand before the large mahogany desk as if she were an errant schoolgirl brought before the Head Master to answer for some offense. "Miss Johnson tell me about yourself and why I should employ you as my Executive Assistant."

Alex sat on the other side of that massive desk his fingers tented before his face his piercing gray eyes slowly taking in every detail of her lithe young body from her shimmering silken tress, the soft curves of her face, the sensual curve of her breasts, the way her prim and proper white blouse draped across them. The seductive tuck of her waist and the swell of her hips, his eyes continuing their appraisal as he noticed the pleasing curve of Angela's calves. The girl physically had potential but what he was looking for went beyond the purely physical.

Julia Merchant was shielded from sight by the massive oak door of Alex's inner sanctum when Miriam Carson had ushered the newest candidate for her husband Executive Assistant in. The girl moved with a naturally fluid sensual grace that she apparently was not even aware of. There also was a certain nervous energy to her movements as well that Julia found so seductively delicious. Julia folded her arms just under her breast as she silently leaned against the rich oak paneling and cast an appraising eye on this young innocent, for everything about the girl's demeanor spoke of the most scintillating innocence. Her conservative prim and proper white blouse was tucked neatly into simple black knee-length skirt. Julia found Miss Johnson's practical little pumps only enhanced that overall picture of naïve innocence. She was brought back to the present when Alex asked; "Miss Johnson tell me about yourself and why I should employ you as my Executive Assistant."

A wry knowing smile bowed Julia Merchant's full ripe lips. So Alex had seen it to, well of course her would, Julia chided herself. She watched her husband's eyes as they evaluated the supple young body of the girl in front of him. Neither, Alex or Julia paid much attention to what Angela said but rather looked for little ticks that would tell them so much more. Julia saw how the young woman's sweet little heart shaped derrière would flex, grow taunt as she fought to keep from fidgeting. Alex noted that Angela made a conscious effort to avoid truly making eye contact with him but rather looked slightly to the left and fought to keep from demurely lowering her eyes.

"... and graduated at the top of my class, Mr. Merchant. I can assure you that with all that, you will not be disappointed in my performance. My number one mission is to be the lifeblood of your organization," Again aware that in all things timing was everything Alexander Merchant let a deafening silence linger between them. It took little more than a minute for Angela Johnson to demurely lower her eyes, Alex could almost see the sigh of relief, then the way the girl's breath caught and she corrected her error.

"What do you think Julia?" For the first time Julia Merchant's presence was made known." Miss Johnson apparently has the academic qualifications Alex." There was a cool almost indifferent quality to Julia Merchant's voice. "But the position requires more than just academic qualifications Miss Johnson. It requires a certain style."

"Quite true Julia for Miss Johnson will be not only representing Merchant Technical Industries International, but myself as well, as my personal representative." Julia and Alex continued to discuss Angela as if she wasn't even there. It was then that Julia suddenly said. "Miss Johnson let down your hair, and unbutton the next two buttons of your blouse and turn around and face me." Though Julia's voice maintained its cool detachment there was a soft but unmistakable note of authoritarian command to it.

Julia's bemused little smile never faded as she made her outrageous demand of Miss Angela Johnson. Julia's face remained impassive that was until Angela demurely dropped her gaze as her fingers loosed her dark chestnut mane which cascaded down her back, it's weight drawing her chin up though her soft eyes remained demurely down cast as her apparently numb fingers trembled slightly as she slowly unbuttoned the first button and then the next. Slowly turning around to face Ms Merchant, Angela didn't even try to raise her eyes from the floor as she awaited her judgment.

"She would have to cut her hair..." Julia commented as he let her fingers run through Angela's silken mane. "What do you think Alex, shoulder length?"

"Shorter I think Julia a Pixie cut, something fresh and daring." Ummmmmm Julia mused and Alex knew she was reluctant to lose that long thick luxurious hair that she could so easily control the young dark haired beauty with. Yet she could see that requiring the shy beauty to sacrifice her hair was also a test for Miss Johnson to see how far she would initially go to get this paid internship, and then that angelic face would never be hidden from them.

"And she would have to do something about her attire Alex." Julia eased back the material of Angela's blouse until just a hint of cleavage was reveled then her long manicured finger's loosed the next button of Angela's blouse and Julia finger caressed the girl's soft silken skin as she eased back the virginal white material and expose a hint of the sensual curve of the young candidates firm young breast. "Would you be willing to cut your Hair Miss Johnson and make the alterations to your wardrobe to better reflect the views and cutting edge image of Merchant Technical Industries International?"

"I,... would be,... be happy to make whatever, ... alterations to my wardrobe that you would, ... suggest." The shy little dark hair beauty stammered. "And I'd cut...my...hair if you think it's necessary..." Angela turned her soft pleading eyes up to Julia's cool hazel eyes, her angelic voice trembling as she pleaded, "but, please... please... surely a p-p-pixie cut is unnecessary?!?!"

"You would refuse such a simple request Miss Johnson? Is your hair more important to you than presenting the proper image for Merchant Technical Industries International?" Julia icily asked the frightened young beauty. Alex was interested in just how far this charming young innocent would go to get the position that was too good to be true. For her part Julia would settle for nothing less than for this gorgeous young creature to bend to her will. The thoughts of shearing the young beauty's pride, and joy of her fingers gripping her short hair and forcing those sweet full ripe lips to hers in a soul searing kiss was so darkly appealing.

"Are you willing to place yourself in our hands to shape and mold you for success Miss Johnson?" Before the confused young beauty could answer Julia softly demanded. "Raise your skirts Miss Johnson I wish to see your legs my dear."

The back and forth, to keep Angela off balance continued without let up continued. Yet always either Julia or Alex held out the hope that Angela was still in the running for the coveted position, if she did as they demanded. It was obvious that Miss Angela Johnson was caught on the horns of a dilemma; refuse the demands that the Merchant's were making of her and pass up the coveted paid internship or submit to their outrageous demands of her. One road would allow her to gain not only valuable work experience and help pay her student loans. The other road would leave Angela her pride and a mountain of crushing debt.

"Yes, Mrs. Merchant" Angela softly replied even as she gathered the material of her conservative skirt in her trembling fingers. Julia impassive expression belied the excitement she felt as the helm of the chaste little beauty skirt slowly crept up her shapely legs before it stopped an inch above Angela's knees. "A little higher my dear." Julia Merchant icily cooed, her voice held that note of authority that demanded obedience. When the helm of the blushing young graduate's skirt was a full 2 inches above her knees Julia simply directed her. "Turn around so Alex can see as well."

Alex Merchant let Angela stand there with her skirts high above her knees. His face unreadable his fingers still tented before his face. "You may let your skirt down Miss Johnson." Alex let the silence between them linger and become deafening.

"If you would be kind enough to accompany Julia She will give you some guidance as to what would be required of you when it comes to appropriate attire Miss Johnson." Again the hope of winning the coveted internship was held out to Angela this time so close that she could almost feel like she could grasp it.

Julia Merchant led the blushing young beauty to her own office. "Miss Johnson would you be so kind as to remove your skirt and blouse so I can take accurately take your measurements. Alex's assistants always wear tailored business attire." Again the illusion that Angela was getting ever closer to winning the position if only she took one l more little step.

Alex watch the little scene between Angela and Julia unfold on the CCTY screen.

"Ms Merchant, I'm very much aware of my measurements. I'd be happy to write them down for you." The girl was obviously way out of her comfort zone and quite nervous to boot. Julia watched as the tip of Angela's little pink tongue slide across the full ripe bow of her lower lip in an effort to moisten her parched lips. Her soft angelic voice had just a hint of a tremble to it as Angela struggled to maintain control.

"When it comes to tailored clothing Miss Johnson more is required than just your hips, waist and bust size..." Julia paused and let an icy silence linger for a heart beat or two before commenting. "...It is Mrs. Merchant not Ms. Young lady." It had come to a critical moment in the next few moments this adorable little submissive would take her next step in a dark life that Alex and Julia were already planning for her or go storming out of Julia's office the search for just the right Executive Assistant would have to continue.

"Miss Johnson you have till the count of five to remove your Blouse and skirt or I shall regrettably terminate this interview...one... I had such high hopes for you Miss Johnson...two...three..." Julia enunciated each number in a clear icy tone . Mrs. Merchant had offered Angela a glimmer of hope that the position was all but hers and then had snatched it away as she had said "two" leaving the young beauty only two options comply or flee.

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How adorable Alex thought as he watched Angela, on the CCT monitor, worry the sensual bow of her lower lip like a naughty little schoolgirl worried about passing her finals. As always Julia had gauged the young beauty with her usual perceptive ability to edge her on, to take one more step into her new life. He loved the little pressure Julia applied as she icily intoned; "...one... I had such high hopes for you, Miss Johnson...two...three..."

Alex's smile broaden as Angela's delicate fingers, trembling, slid her skirt's zipper down, a maidenly blush tinged her flawless cheeks an adorable, sensual shade of pink, as her skirt cascaded down her shapely legs, to pool around her trim little ankles.

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Julia loved how Angela's cheeks flared bright red then faded to sensual pink as she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders and down her arms. Clutching her blouse in one hand, she stood before Julia in her prim and oh so proper plain white bra, panties and pantyhose. Julia slowly circled the blushing beauty, with one arm resting just under her breasts while her other hand raised to her face and idly tapped her lips with a single finger as she evaluated the stunning young beauty before her. "Mr. Merchant's assistants wear stockings Miss Johnson...NOT... pantyhose." Julia frowned purposefully, then dramatically turned on her heel and briskly strode to her desk to get a tape measure, then returned to stand before the hapless Miss.

"Stand up straight arms straight out to the side Miss Johnson!" Julia's voice had that clear crisp note of authority that demanded obedience. Julia measured from top of Angela's shoulder to the break of her wrist and noted the measurement. Next Mrs. Merchant measured from the nape of Angela's neck to her finger tips making sure to press her own full firm breast to the girls back , Julia's pubic mound pressed to the girl's shapely firm little derrière. As Julia slowly came around the young beauty her finger tips trailed over her smooth silken shoulder.

"Hands clasped at the nape of your neck elbows out Miss Johnson!" Julia reached around Angela to take her bust measurement her own breasts crushed to the girl's, her lips just a breath away from the young girl's her hot moist breath bathing Angela's angelic face. Julia took a step back drew the tape measure tight and slowly shifted it back and forth across the girl's nipples encased in her prim and oh so proper bra.

"Damn!" Julia cursed as she slid the tape measure from the blushing beauty. "I cannot get an accurate measure Miss Johnson...Remove your bra Miss!" There was no need to give the little submissive an either or choice for they both knew failure to comply with Julia's instructions would have but one outcome.

Julia loved how her little protégé hesitated as her prim and proper past came into headlong conflict with the demands of getting this coveted position that not only offered her relief from her crushing student loans but also real world work experience. She watched almost impassively as the girl stood there with her hands clasped at the nape of her neck, her elbows straight out and her firm young breasts straining against her very proper white bra. Julia bided her time waiting for her the adorable little submissive to take her neck step into the dark world that awaited her.

Mrs. Merchant eyes smiled down into Angela's as the innocent young beauty's trembling fingers finally managed to unhook her bra and slipped it from her gorgeous young body. Julia savored the sensual little shivering that passed through that supple young body. The additional shame of standing bared to the waits causing the young innocent to blush hotly. "Better Miss Johnson hands at the nape of your neck elbows out." Julia strong supple body once more pressed to Angela's, this time to her naked breasts. Mrs. Merchant slid the tape measure over the innocent young girl's bared nipples , sliding it back and forth over them as she gagged just how responsive Angela's gorgeous supple young body was.

"Have you ever worn a corset or thigh high hose Miss Johnson?"

Julia loved how responsive Angela's body was her nipples were hard little pebbled peaks in a matter of seconds and that adorable crimson blush that showed just how innocent and desperate this prim and proper young Miss truly was. It was all that Julia could no not to entwine her fingers in the young beauty's hair and forcibly kiss her when all Angela could do was nod not to her question. "I trust that a corset and thigh high stocking will not present a problem for you Miss Johnson for as our company name implies we are an international cooperation and cater to the sensibilities and traditional values of or multinational associates." Julia checked the notations of Angela's measurements she had taken before calling her own assistant.

"Take these and bring me a corset, black thigh high hose, ..." Julia turned to the scandalized young beauty at having been seen not only by Mrs. Merchant in nothing but her panties but by her assistant as well. "Your shoe size Miss Johnson!" With her assignment and Angela's measurement in hand the petite blond scurried out of the office to do her Boss's bidding. Julia smiled to herself as she prepared to push the gorgeous young beauty a little further.

"Miss Johnson those panties will never due my dear, their panty line will ruin the suit I have coming for you... Take them off." Julia held up a thong that was little more than a glorified g-string and in the other hand a scandalous pair of black lace boy shorts. "Choose Miss Johnson!" The scandalous panties dangled from Julia's finger tips as she waited for the sweet young innocent to chose and to strip away the last of her clothing, the last bit of modesty left to her.

Julia Merchant had slowly turned the whole concept of the interview from one that held out the possibility of a coveted position to one that played upon Miss Angela Johnson's natural submissive nature. Angela pointed at the lace pair of black lace boy shorts with slightly trembling fingers "I approve of your choice Miss Johnson now out of those panties of yours." Julia snatched back the offered scandalous panties until Angela complied and removed her panties to stand in all her youthful naked glory before Mrs. Julia Merchant. What the shy little beauty did not know was that Julia's were not the only eyes savoring her girlish and womanly charms and the hot pink blush that tinged her creamy ivory skin the most adorable shade of pink from the tip of her nose to the tip of her toes.