Unlimited Power

Chapter Eight

Jennifer wakes from a restless sleep feeling even more unsettled than when she drifted off. She was hoping a night in her husband's arms would have allowed her some peace but the guilt of not sharing the crazy day's events as well as the guilt she felt for Mark's partner weighed heavily on her mind. She realized as she tossed and turned all night that John must be under Simeon's control as well because there was no way he could have gotten the information that she defied him so quickly. Thinking she could go back to her job was foolish but she was not ready to give up just yet trying to outsmart that wicked bastard Simeon.  She pads barefoot softly into the kitchen but quickly realized that Mark has left for his shift already.  He was considerate, letting her sleep in.  She forgoes eating any breakfast right away and opts for a steamy shower to wake herself up. 
     After getting out of the shower her cell phone is ringing and she excitedly answers expecting Mark.  When she hears Simeon answer her hello, her smile quickly fades.  "Just thought I would call and make sure you were coming to your first day of work," the sneer evident even in his voice.  "What choice do I have," Jennifer snaps back quickly before realizing her mistake.  "Well for that little remark, my little slut, I want you to wear the most clingy dress you have to your first day of work for me and you will not wear a stitch of underwear as well." The last thing she hears before she hangs up is his snickering.
     Jennifer goes to her closet and pulls out a black dress reserved only for the more risqué club nights that she goes to occasionally with her girlfriends.  Nothing too crazy just the loud thumping music and gyrating on the dancefloors after a few martinis.  She slips it on, the material sliding slowly over her nipples making them harden with the feeling of the soft fabric.  She allows a little smile forgetting about her circumstances for the moment thinking to herself, damn I look good.  But that feeling is quickly lost as she realizes she has to head to the address given to her by the maniac who has outsmarted her thus far.  She gets in her car and heads to the city following the directions of the GPS. 
      After a half hour drive she pulls in front of an enormous building of epic proportions.  It must be over fifty stories high she thinks to herself.  She pulls up to a valet and hands over the keys to her car and enters the building going immediately to the front security desk.  She is fully aware of the states she is getting as she asks the security guard where Mr. Carver's office is located.  He just laughs and says, "You're in his office, dear," smiling at her reaction.  "He is waiting for you on the seventieth floor, the elevators are down the hall to the right."  Jennifer thanks the man and heads to the elevator, aware of the states she is still receiving.  She presses the button for the seventieth floor and within seconds the doors open to an entire floor of activity.  Jennifer was expecting a private office and not this flurry of activity.  She really was not expecting the glares  she was receiving especially from the female employees on the floor.  Finally an elderly woman comes to her rescue and says, "You must be Jennifer.  I'm Delores but you can call me Dee. BSimeon told me to escort you to usher you into his office upon your arrival.  She turns at once assuming Jennifer will follow.  Jennifer does immediately for fear of getting lost and to avoid these states she is getting.  She glances briefly at her watch, cursing to herself as she realizes she is five minutes late thanks to traffic on the way in.  Dee pushes through the double oak doors and Simeon is facing the windows, earpiece in ear chatting away.  He waves Dee away continuing his conversation, "Yes, John.  I trust that it will never happen again.  I appreciate your cooperation in this matter.  Jennifer just walked through the door now.  What's that? Yes you can replace her immediately.  She will be working for me now."  Jennifer's suspicions are easily confirmed by that conversation and he abruptly ends the call and looks at her with a fierce glare.  "You're late," he says. "Do you realize the severity of the situation you are in or are you just fucking stupid?  That stunt you pulled yesterday caused the injury to your husband's partner you must realize that by now." She suspected this but to hear it confirmed weakens her resolve and her legs almost buckle involuntarily but her strength must not fail her now. She stands her ground and just glares back at this bastard before her. "Well then, let's get down to business shall we? I am hosting a conference meeting in this very room in the next hour and you will be here to take notes and do as told. If you don't, another unfortunate event could happen to someone even closer to you this time," Simeon boasts. Jennifer knows he can only mean Mark. "For now go get the coffee made and set out the other refreshments for our four guests. And Jennifer, these men are my most powerful clients, do not embarrass me one bit or you will regret the day you were born." Jennifer feels the first tremble of fear deep within her belly as she does what Simeon has ordered.
A little while later the men start to filter into the large office and seat themselves at the large conference table. Jennifer has placed coffee before each of them, six in all, ranging from ages thirty to about sixty if she had to guess. "My Simeon, the eldest says, you certainly have stepped up the quality of help from that old hag Delores you've had for so many years," he says while blatantly admiring Jennifer's ass while she is serving the food now. Simeon smiles saying, "Gentlemen let's get to business now." Jennifer quickly takes her seat next to the elderly man, the only seat left open and begins to take notes of the meeting as Simeon has requested. It's not long before she feels the old man's hand brush her thigh intentionally. It's distracting and Simeon notices her discomfort, "Everything ok, Jennifer?" She answers quickly, "Yes, Mr. Carver, just got a hand cramp." Jennifer can't wait for the meeting to be over so she can get home to her husband and figure out a way out of this mess.
The meeting goes on for another half hour until finally the elderly man, Frank, finally says, "Enough of the boredom, Simeon, you promised us some entertainment. Let's get on with it shall we." Jennifer suddenly gets a sinking feeling in her stomach as Simeon smiles at Frank and the others at the table as well. She thinks he looks ready to lash out at the interruption but instead he merely asks Frank what he wants. "I want Jennifer here to dance on this conference table here and show us what her mama gave her," Frank scoffs.  Jennifer just looks on in horror and shakes her head, "The fuck you will," she blurts out before she thinks of the words flying from her mouth.  Frank scowls back at her but speaks to Simeon, "Perhaps we need to set that plan in motion. You said her husband works for the force, right?" Franks says as he begins dialing his cell phone.  Jennifer reacting quickly cries out, "No wait! I'll do any thing.  Please don't hurt him."  The men all smile triumphantly as Jennifer feels another little piece of her dignity destroyed by this monster.  She slowly rises and toes off her heels on by one.  Using her chair she steps onto it and then onto the long table.  "Perhaps some music, Simeon," Frank beckons.  Some club music starts throbbing through the overhead speakers, making Jennifer believe that the room must be soundproof or else the whole office would hear it.  She begins to slowly gyrate her hips and move to the music, trying to forget where she is and about these disgusting excuses for human beings.  She moves her body very well according to the approving glares and looks to Simeon who motions for her to move along.  A single tear escapes her eye as she lowers the straps of the dress slowly, seductively.  Imagining she is stripping for Mark. She pulls the dress down over her breasts and sways her hips from side to side to the music. Her freed breasts sway with her body as the men look on in appreciation. She cannot believe how these men have utterly humiliated her. She has never felt this helpless in her life. Jennifer continues to shimmy the dress further down her body over her curvy hips and eventually revealing her beautifully waxed pussy.
The men have lost all semblance of professionalism if they ever had any to begin with and watch as Jennifer continues move her body. Her focus is mainly on Simeon because he is the one who holds the cards when it comes to Mark's fate. She gets down off the table and dances in front of Simeon as he smiles and looks on with approval. She is so involved with this pleasing of Simeon that she doesn't notice Frank and the youngest board member, Joe, move in behind her. Their plans for Jennifer will make her realize just what kind of trouble she has gotten herself into and assure her that she is in way over her head.