A Modern Woman

A Modern Woman

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Read All The way Through, And This is a Cut Version of The real Intro. "Alight boys, I'm here you can put away the rulers we all know mines the biggest." I said walking into the conference room, where my CFO and other various company advisers were bickering like high school cheerleaders. "Pardon me Sir?" my CFO asked confused. "Well it's clear you were all too busy measuring your dicks to realize I had walked in 20 minutes ago and no one bothered to acknowledge me so I left and had a lovely chat with the security guards outside about which one of you thought your dick is the biggest." I stated in a faux bored voice, in all honesty I was laughing inside. "Now if you would all take your seats, straiten yourselves out, and quietly sit down, acting like right proper adults, then we can get down to business." "Sir," my head of advertising asked, "do you have a solution?" with the slight bow of my head in his direction, I waited until the last person in the room was seated at the massive conference table, prepared and all looking towards me. ... There was now one hand in the air. That hand belonged to my secretary and personal assistant, Mark Connell. "Mark what have I told you about putting up your hand, this is a business not a school." He smirked and replied, "exactly that Sir. But I was wondering, who will run that location, will it be an existing worker or are we hiring?" I'm glad he didn't ask if I had even thought of it, I guess after two years of working for me he's finally figured out I plan everything to a T. "What a wonderful question, I'm glad you asked actually, because you're the one who's going to be taking it on". I said while casually going through my day planner. "Ma'am?" was all I heard before he collapsed on the floor of the conference room. "You are very welcome Mark, and I know I'm a woman, but you will remember to call me sir during meetings Mr. Connell."
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There was a few important rules to follow in the line of work he did. Rule 1- Go there and do your job. Rule 2- Don't waste time. You're on a schedule so don't go a minute under and definitely don't go a minute over. Rule 3- While performing your job, don't call the person by first name. Keep it professional. Rule 4-Don't initiate a kiss or any other act of intimacy. and lastly, there was rule five. Don't get attatched. Simple enough. That rule was put in place so the worker's don't get heartbroken, but what happens when a less than normal client makes an offer that a worker simply can't deny? . . . . No strings attached? That phrase sounded like some type of test drive, or cheap return policy many stores had if an item wasn't to your liking. To be asked if he wanted to enter a relationship like that was a bit unprofessional, but the money he could earn was anything but. With a confused gleam in his eyes, he questioned further. "What do you mean by that?" "I want you to enter a no strings attached relationship with me. I figure this is your only line of work, so I'll still pay you for every encounter we have, but think of it more as a date- "So you want to be fuck buddies?" The elder man chuckled deeply. This guy was too blunt, but admittedly he liked that. "Yes, but it's going to be a little different. I want you to quit your job and only see me. I want to be the only one using you." "I make a lot of money at my job. I can't just quit- "How much do you make?" "Huh?" "How much money do you earn?" "...it depends, but usually it averages out to about three thousand flat." "I'll pay you that every time I call upon you, or however much you see fit. I'll even give you a weekly allowance. So what do you say? Wanna be fuck buddies?" A searing blush made it's way up the worker's face, but despite his embarrassment, he nodded. That one simple gesture sealed his fate. Book 1 of 2 Book 2 "Terms and conditions" is now out and ongoing.

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