Throbbing Body Sir?

Ohmigod, she thought, she'd been promoted to perhaps supervisor of inward invoice checking. She was pleased and knew her mother would be out-of-this-world in pride.

She read the only notice on the board and her legs gave way. Loyal peasants were there to support her. As from 8 o'clock (just gone) she'd been appointed an executive director with responsibility for the company's three export divisions, a new position, with a seat on the board and would operate from next to Sir Clem's office with internal audit staff shifting to the staff training room until new offices were built for them.

"Say something Annie," called her excited friend Minky.

"This is a great achievement for peasantry," she said, accompanied to a clenched fist over her hear and the assembly cheered her as she went to her old office to collect her thumb rubber thimble, pencils and notepad stickers.

"Good morning Miss Forsythe, you look lovely this morning," said Mrs Marks, standing and speaking after a small curtsy.

"Cut the crap Marj. Call me Annie and let it be known Sir Clem hasn't fucked me yet and perhaps never will."

"Oh Annie, then how have you achieve such undeserved meteoric promotion -- er, well-deserved promotion?"

"I appeal to his brain Marj. Please lead me to my office."

"Yes, yes of course. I have given you Minky as your PA, knowing she is your best friend. But I can give you a competent person if you wish?"

"No, that is the person I wanted. Marj, please come with me to the executive dinning room each day -- they are such a bunch of farts they'll having boring conversations. I'd like you to sit with Clem and me or just me when he's eating with VIPs.

"Yes of course Miss Forsythe, er, Annie."

Clem invited Annie home to dinner and she called her mom with her news of the day. Her mom said that was nice; there was a big bang and the phone connection cut. Annie called back and her father said he was sitting on the floor with her mom who was coming around. "Are you pregnant?"

At the Olsen's sprawling home Lady Olsen took Annie aside and asked bluntly, "What did you have to do to get this invitation?"

"Not sex, at least not yet if that's what you're thinking Lady Olsen. I challenged Sir Clem intellectually by asking him to help lift me to a higher level in life."

"Oh darling," Lady Olsen said, kissing Annie. "Please call me Cynthia. We have so much in common. How do you think I got where I am without having challenged Clem in much the same way? Men of his standing are totally impervious to pussy power."

Apart from Elwood (10) and Archibald (9) engaging in a food fight at the table, dinner went fine with Annie having no problems with the silverware because she'd only had a soupspoon and knife and fork to choose from. After the children left the table without being asked to clean up their disgusting mess, Cynthia asked her husband, "Are you going to set up Annie in a house?"

"Yes. Do you mind?"

"No but it would like you home a minimum of two nights a week and to consider escorting me to functions at my request and escorting both Annie and me if we are double booked."

"Are those arrangements acceptable to you Annie?"

Annie didn't know what to say, although knowing it was a matter of choosing between yes, no or maybe.

"Come on Annie, there is no need to be embarrassed. We are adults here and Clem knows I have my lovers."

"Yes, that would be fine. If we go out together perhaps on those nights we could bed as a threesome?"

Cynthia smacked her lips and said she'd like that. "And on Clem's and my birthdays and yours too if you wish."

Annie thought how civilized the gentry were. Then Cynthia said, "That Burrows woman snubbed me at an art preview the other evening and in church on Sunday she was wearing an exact match of my earrings. They are well behind with their rent so Clem throw them out and install Annie in Mayfair House."

"Yeah, good idea Cindy."

Annie went home untouched, Clem pulling the chauffeur out of bed to drive her home. The driver looked in his hand in astonishment at the 50p (about $US1) Annie had handed him, cheerfully saying good night.

Mrs Forsythe wasn't in danger of falling to the floor because she was on her back in bed when Annie told her she was to become Sir Clement Olsen's mistress as soon as he installed her into her new home, Mayfair House.

"Oh God, you'll need servants in that enormous residence."

"They are in-house permanently but haven't been paid for two months because the present occupants are behind with their £4000 ($US7800) a month rent. Clem will pay the rent during my occupancy to his wife, as she owns the house -- part of her wedding present including two villages and 30,000 acres of tenanted farmland, some of the best in England."

"Darling you have really fallen on to your feet." And in the typical way mother's worry about their daughters added, "You must bath twice daily and take very good care of your pussy because it's become your ticket to the good life."

:"Yes mother," Annie said dutifully and wondered why her mom had forgotten to mention the butt.

Of course Annie's exalted position at the company didn't last.

Annie was asked to leave the room by the chairman Lord Merrilands, Clem's father, when arriving for her first board meeting. Sixty seconds later the board voted 5-3 to decline to confirm her appointment as a director. Clem delivered the bad news to Annie who kissed him and said she was off to resign. The company secretary came out of the board meeting to accept her verbal resignation and informed her the company would be all the poorer for her leaving, because she was entitled to keep her Range Rover that had been part of her new employment package, would receive an early retirement gratuity and was also entitled as a director-designate a payment of £10,000 in recognition of exemplary service.

Although it was only 3:15 Annie blew the hooter and announced through the speaker system that she was leaving the company and everyone was invited to the pub immediately where she'd pay for all drinks till 5:00 that evening.

The chairman refused to accept Clem's motion to adjourn the meeting and reassembly in the private bar at the pub. Evacuating workers dutifully scoured the paintwork of all vehicles owned by directors, watched by terrified chauffeurs.

Clem excused himself from the meeting and instructed his lawyer to advise the family they were required to buy-back all of Clem's stock in the company at current value, in accordance with the provisions of the charter of the private company. He then returned and handed his father his resignation from the company and went to the pub.

The directors, all family members, were devastated. Clem was the company. It had manufactured dog kennels when he arrived fresh from Oxford university with a range of horse floats he'd sought from pals graduating from various universities to design for him, each design costing him a crate of best larger. The designs were patented, horse owners loves them, horses loved them and the fortunes of Olsen Dog Kennels, then changing to Olsen Engineering International, rocketed.

The board adjourned its meeting and directors went down to the pub. The company secretary was sent into the public bars to fetch Clem to a family meeting and found Clem with Annie, joining everyone singing lewd bar room songs. Clem asked Annie to accompany him.

In the private bar he was welcomed warmly and Annie was ignored.

Cynthia, a director with 1% shareholder, acted as Clem's spokesperson without consulting him and told the family Clem would withdraw his resignation providing the family agreed to a share readjustment that would leave Clem holding 20% of shareholding and Cynthia 5% and Annie would receive £50,000 for distress and humiliation she'd suffered that afternoon. Annie sat back, waiting for the big fight. To her astonishment the family en bloc put on smiles of questionable sincerity and individually apologized to her and to Clem and praised Cynthia. Lord Merrilands then spoke, thanking Cynthia for her adroit intervention. He ignore Annie completely and recommended the board declare an emergency meeting and agree to the terms as outlined by Cynthia as it was the only way the company could survive as it had to have Clem managing its affairs.

His father asked, "Will you agree on that basis to withdraw your resignation and carry on as before Clem?"

"Yeah dad."

"Right, I want non-directors apart from the company secretary to leave this room before I call the special meeting together."

Clem told Annie he'd see her back in the bar in ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes later the beaming company secretary come into the hugely noisy and crammed bar with half of the 324 workers drinking outside in the cold and led Annie back to private bar where Lord Merrilands kissed her on both cheeks and made a speech:

"It is my pleasure young lady following an eloquent appeal from my son and supported by all other company directors that as a family we pay to reactivate a dormant family honour for which we hold clear title which is attached to land rather than being hereditary. The land will be transferred to you for payment by you of one pound and it will be a legally requirement that the title may only transfer back to our family; in other words you can never sell the land and the title pertaining to it to anyone but the head of the family."

"Within a few months, providing you accept this honour, you will be conferred with the title of Baroness Oaks, named after a small area of woodland within our land holdings containing the ruins of a church. In ancient times a family swordswoman saved the daughter of our monarch of the time from two assassins, killing them both and so the title of a barony was conferred on the landholder at that spot, the first holder of that title being our swordswoman, Genevieve. Since then there have been few holders of the title because males had predominated in our family and as you probably are aware there are no females around at present and nor has there been for several generations. Will you accept this honour?"

"No thank you My Lord."

"Annie, for goodness sake girl, why not?"

"Because I haven't done anything honourable?'

The family had no concept of someone not being prepared to grab everything on offer. Lord and Lady Merrilands, the Earl and Countess of Berk, Sir Ronald and Lady Wilks and Clem and Cynthia all looked stunned and the family went into a huddle. They turned to Annie looking hopeful and Cynthia said, "Annie, I have been asked to appeal to you on behalf of the family. Please accept the honour of becoming Baroness Oaks. We are most concerned that with successive Labour Governments being increasingly hostile toward the peerage, the Olsen's need to reactivate their privilege to ownership of the barony as inactive titles would be the first target of anti-peerage politicians. Because there is opposition within the family of either Lady Wilks or I taking the title because we both are in line to inherit titles higher in precedence than baroness, the family asks that you proceed and purchase Oaks and accept the title to ensure its durability. What say you?"

"In that case I accept. My Lord may I return to my guests in the other bars and crowded outside in the drizzle."

"Yes, of course Annie and thank you."

CHAPTER 4

Papers for the transfer of title to Annie of Oaks Glade had been filed for legal processing and an announcement of the reactivation of the title of the associated barony was awaiting confirmation of the transfer of clear title, expected with the next week.

Bored at waiting around home alone -- her mother served meals at a nearby boys' boarding school -- Annie enrolled and began a degree in sales and marketing, certain she'd rejoin Olsen engineering one day. She still had not told her parents about her sudden good fortunate, they being supportive, thinking she'd lost her job for disgraceful conduct with Sir Clem. Annie thought she'd tell her mom at the weekend after getting her mother drunk that her mom would soon have a title, The Dowager Lady Oaks.

It was mid-winter but as the house was overheated Annie answered the door wearing only a low-cut top, panties, a mini-skirt and was breaking in a pair of new red shoes with 6-inch heels.

Cynthia burst into the hallway and screamed, "God, you look sexy" and kissed Annie. She then turned and said to the guy standing in the doorway, mouth open, gazing at Annie. Come in Tommy. Annie this is Tommy, Viscount Wells, eldest son of the Earl of Fleet. I've know Tommy since childhood and thought he should meet you because he's just returned for two years in Kenya making a documentary for the BBC and currently he can only find sluts to go out with and asked if I could find him a young woman of quality and we've found you Annie."

"I'm a woman of little substance Tommy."

He coloured, looking at Annie's substantial chest and said he could dispute her statement.

"Oh darling, wonderful news. I'm pregnant again and am just off for a scan. My hunch tells me this one is female. Clem has suggested you move in and keep me company and help with the children. Would you do that for me?"

"Um...?"

"Oh yes of course Tommy. Tommy will be staying with us for a while. He'd like to know if you would be a companion for him?"

"Of course Tommy, I'd love that. Fucking is what the peerage does, isn't it?

THE ENDS