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 DISCLAIMER

   This story and others from this author should only be enjoyed in a
responsible manner.  If you find yourself wanting to enact anything in
these stories, or feel that you might develop a fetish, please do not read
any further.  Sex addiction is a very real problem, and the author does not
wish to encourage this kind of behavior

   DESCRIPTION

   A young, attractive Latina woman reminisces over her rise to power
within an investment firm.  Over her tenure, she learns to use her powers
of seduction to outwit several important figures in the company, eventually
rising to majority stakeholder.

   Story codes: MF, Fdom, piv

   Queen Bee

   "As you can see, Miss Reina, the revenue from the second quarter was
7.4% higher than same quarter last year, and 3 points higher than first
quarter this year.  Most of this revenue increase is driven by the
acquisition of the largest 15 new accounts which occurred in the past 3
months.  Our projection for the next quarter..."

   *Good trends,* Carmelita, or Miss Reina, as she liked to be called,
thought.  *And Bryan is doing a good job with the presentation.  I may have
to reward him soon.*

   Carmelita sat at the end of the board room-style table, with half a
dozen of her most dependable employees seated on the sides.  Bryan was
standing at the other end of the room, presenting his financial statements
for the second fiscal quarter to the board.  Although Carmelita appeared
outnumbered by the room full of men, she held the majority vote, so
everything she said goes.

   Bryan was now presenting on the different types of financial accounts
that their company, Avox Inc., owned.  The company was originally founded
in 1976 by John H.  Wilcox to help working-class Americans with their
retirement accounts, and was modestly successful for many years.  The
company was built on sound moral principles- never risking too much of
their clients' accounts on volatile markets, and always treating them with
the utmost respect and dignity.

   Carmelita thought back to her first time working at Avox, back in 2007.
She was only 21, fresh out of college with a bachelor's in business, and
willing to do whatever it took to make it to the top.  Despite being a
business major, she landed herself an entry-level position as a financial
advisor for some of Avox's smaller accounts...



   Carmelita was always a hard worker, and her bosses took notice.  They
also noticed how pretty she was, and they always seemed to be extra nice to
her.  Carmelita was no fool, and took advantage of the special attention.
She always figured that the primarily Caucasian office was intrigued by her
Latina looks, and she made it a point to look good every day.

   Back then, there weren't a lot of women at the company, except for
secretaries.  With all the male suitors coming in to talk with her, she
could've had her pick of them, but somehow work was always more important
to her than a relationship.  Her mom had always tried to match-make
Carmelita, but she was never interested in tying herself down or slowing
down her career.

   This was not to say that Carmelita was unexperienced with men, however.
On the contrary, Carmelita had many sexual encounters with men during her
high school and college years.  Although her body was pear-shaped, with
most of her weight in her hips and thighs, she still attracted attention
with her 36C's.  Ever the student, she learned what men liked from her
encounters, and experimented with different styles of hair, makeup, or
clothing.  With her astute mind and a plethora of male interactions,
Carmelita developed the unique ability to read men- what they were
thinking, what they desired in a woman, and what motivated them.

   It wasn't until she was passed on a promotion that Carmelita decided to
use her man-reading skills at work.  Almost overnight, she changed her
focus from working all the time to observing the people around her, taking
mental notes about them.  She learned that pretty quickly, she could
predict what certain men would say or do in different situations.  Using
her newfound social advantages, she decided that this patriarchal business
had to be shown what a strong woman looked like, to allow future
hard-working women to receive their due.

   As an extension of her knowledge of coworker personalities, Carmelita
learned how to be well-liked.  After all, if the success of a person was
not based on merit, what else would it be?  At this time, Carmelita
practiced different versions of herself to different people, depending on
what they valued.

   In a couple short years, Carmelita had methodically worked over every
one of her colleagues, becoming one of the most popular employees at Avox.
But even though she eventually received the managerial promotion she had
been desperately seeking, the success of her social strategy disillusioned
her to men entirely.  Instead of trying to be a role model for women, she
had become an attention whore, just a popular girl trying to please the men
around her.  Her success felt hallow.  So, as soon as Carmelita became the
manager for Avox's sales team, she decided on a transformation.  Instead of
pleasing the men around her to get what she wanted, she would have the men
please her.

   It was easy to figure out what all men responded to: sex.  As Oscar
Wilde once said, "Everything in the world is about sex except sex.  Sex is
about power." So, Carmelita used her femininity to her advantage, wearing
more revealing outfits and emanating a more confident, powerful presence at
work.  The change was immediate- men who never took her seriously started
noticing her, and her employees seemed more productive.  Carmelita shifted
her priorities, learning to balance her workload so that she could also
work on herself.  She spent more time doing aerobic exercises like jogging,
and toned herself with some light weight lifting, too.  The physical
transformation soon matched her persona, making her highly-desirable to the
men of upper management.

   Carmelita gave hints that she was not interested in any of the men under
her employ, or anyone of her hierarchical status within the company, for
that matter.  So it was only a matter of time when one of the board
members, Jack Swartz, expressed his interest in her.  Although dating
within the company was not prohibited, it was expressly discouraged when
one of the employees was above another, due to potential sexual harassment
suits.

   Soon Jack and Carmelita saw each other outside of work, and Carmelita
used that time to learn more about how the company was run.  Over the
course of their 3 month relationship, Carmelita learned secrets about the
other board members that no one else in the company was privy to.  She was
especially interested in their vices, and how they could be exploited.

   After their relationship had served its purpose for Carmelita, she ended
things with Jack.  Jack was upset over their breakup, so Carmelita had to
let things cool before making her move...

   *Now is the time,* Carmelita thought.  *I've been out of the dating game
long enough that people may start believing I'm not interested in Avox
employees anymore.  But that couldn't be further from the truth.*

   Carmelita had ended her relationship with Mr.  Swartz only a couple
months ago, so she was cautious about the timing for her next man exploit.
After all, she didn't want to be seen as the office slut, going from one
man to another.  She wanted to be seen as what she really was- a strong,
sexy, independent woman who picked her male companions very carefully.

   And so Carmelita, now Sales Manager, was studying her next move. 
Although she had risen to a high status in the company in a short five
years, she was still left unsatisfied.  Every day, she interacted with
upper management- the Senior Managers (her bosses), and their boss, the
Managing Director.  She felt like she knew them inside and out, and
believed she could do their jobs better than they could.  After all, she
learned a lot about running the company from her time with Jack. 
Unfortunately for her, all of these men were firmly entrenched in their
positions, and wouldn't be leaving the company any time soon.

   Carmelita knew that her quick transition to Sales Manager was partly due
to her sex appeal, and she needed to use that to make a large leap in the
business hierarchy.  That meant getting dirty.

   Avox's board consisted of five members, one of which was the CEO, Jacob
Summers.  All five were men of at least 15 years' experience each, each a
white male of at least 40 years.  It was your typical boy's club situation.

   One of the board members, Maxwell Schoonover, was a pompous ass who had
tried to publicly humiliate Carmelita at previous meetings.  In addition to
being a board member, Maxwell was also head of the legal department, and a
licensed lawyer in his own right.

   At 43 years old, Maxwell was a good-looking man, but also a terrible
person.  Married and divorced once already, he had learned his lesson and
was now staying with his current wife of seven years.  He was a chauvinist,
and he often belittled his female secretary, Pam.

   Maxwell's wife Gwen, an attractive blonde in her 30's, was much too nice
for Maxwell.  Carmelita honestly didn't understand why Gwen had stayed with
Maxwell for all these years, since Maxwell had a reputation for womanizing.

   At this point, Carmelita was still doing her best to look good at the
office.  She dressed professionally with her business suit and dress pants
every day, but also liked to take advantage of her shapely figure.  With
her 40-inch hips, she was able to show off her ass in the tight-fitting
dress pants she liked to wear.  Although her boobs were larger than the
average woman's at 36C, she felt the need to pad them so that her hips
didn't overshadow her chest.  Whenever Carmelita walked through the office,
she put her heels to good use, drawing more attention to her ass.  With a
deadly combination of eye-popping cleavage and a monstrous ass, Carmelita
was catching every man's eye.  After walking through the office enough
times, she knew which of her coworkers were ass-men, and which preferred
tits.

   Carmelita also wore makeup, although not too much, lest she lose
credibility.  Mostly mascara, black eyeliner, and a light-colored lipstick
(light pink was her favorite).  With her natural tanned complexion, she
liked to occasionally use a brown eye shadow.  It also went with her auburn
hair, which she had successfully given more sheen thanks to more time at
the hair salon.  Knowing what men liked, her hair was curled and now a
little more than shoulder-length, almost to her breasts.

   On this particular day, Carmelita made sure to put on eye shadow, to
bring out her deep brown doe-eyes.  She wore her favorite perfume, Acqua Di
Gioia, to help her make an impression.  Checking herself out in her
charcoal grey suit and white undershirt, she knew she had the perfect
amount of cleavage for Maxwell, who was definitely a tit-man.  Carmelita
remembered what a Cosmopolitan article had said about cleavage "The perfect
cleavage has to have strong creases and varyinfg shades of light to draw
attention to them, but with enough cup coverage that men will wonder what
the breasts look like underneath it all.  A well-fitted bra and outfit can
be more seductive than naked breasts, if done right."

   Carmelita also knew that men responded to any change to a woman's
breasts, attracting them like mosquitoes to an electric zapper.  A slight
move here, an uncovering of a jacket there, and their eyes would dart to
your chest faster than anything.  Simply test a man's attention with your
exposed tit-flesh and you could tell how strong their libido was.  It was
entertaining to see certain men fumble about with their words while she did
this.

   Maxwell was a lawyer, so he was very familiar with human interaction. 
If Carmelita led him on too much, he would see right through her
affectations.  *No, to win this man over, I have to let him make all the
moves.*

   This was a risk, of course, since Maxwell may not take the bait.  After
all, Carmelita was technically one of his employees, and the company
frowned upon such interactions.  Jack Swartz hadn't cared much about that,
but Maxwell was a lawyer and much more cautious.

   "You wanted to see me?" Carmelita said, while standing in Maxwell's
office doorway.  Carmelita put on a neutral, professional tone.

   "Ah, yes, please come in." Maxwell was sitting in his chair, leaning
over his desk with a laptop in front of him.  The office walls were covered
in wood paneling, with no visibility of anything outside of it, save the
open door.

   "Close the door, or keep it open?" Carmelita asked.  She hoped she
wasn't appearing to favor the former.

   "You can leave it open.  Have a seat." He gestured to the short, leather
lounge chair in front of his desk.

   Carmelita walked over to the chair, heels clicking on the floor.  She
sat down, deftly undoing her suit buttons.  Keeping her arms pinched to her
torso, only a small amount of cleavage was showing between the lapels, and
she couldn't tell yet if he noticed.

   "I'll get right to the point, Miss Suarez.  I received word from an HR
colleague that you were asking about our company's legal definition of
sexual harassment.  I am told that you were interested in the difference
between what our human resource department policy states, and what the
state defines it as.  Care to explain what this is about?" Carmelita had
seen that intimidating stare before, and let herself be bothered by it.

   "Well...I guess I wanted to know if our policy was...similar to the
state's" Carmelita explained cautiously.  She made eye contact with Maxwell
for a few seconds before looking away briefly.  That's when he spoke, "And
why would you want to know that?" he sternly responded.

   "Well, this is awkward to say, but...I'm worried that some of my bosses
could cite me for sexual harassment." Carmelita saw a split-second of
surprise on Maxwell's face "And why would they do that?  Have you done
anything to harass them?" From his tone, it looked like Maxwell was very
interested in the legal ramifications of this potential issue.  An issue
Carmelita had entirely made up.

   "I can't help the way I look- I notice some of the men staring at me,
ogling me.  They see me as...as a piece of eye candy.  I'm worried that
they will think my success is due to my looks, and the way I dress."
Carmelita had made it a point to sit with her back straight, allowing
Maxwell to get a good look at her upper body.  She was interested to hear
what he would say next.

   "So, you think that your bosses will file a complaint against you
because of the way you look?" he asked.  Carmelita knew she could now take
the lead in the conversation.

   "Yes.  I try to dress professionally, like a lot of the women here, but
I can't help how my womanly figure looks in these outfits" she said, while
loosening her arms.  This had the effect of pulling the lapels down a bit,
opening up more of her chest.  *Oh, he definitely noticed that.*

   But Carmelita couldn't let Maxwell change the subject, either- "You see,
it isn't fair that I was born with these hips.  It's not like I'm showing
off, right?"

   The question caught Maxwell off guard- "No, of course not Miss Suarez-"

   "Please, call me Carmelita" she added quickly.

   "Sure, Carmelita." He was trying to regain his train of thought.  But at
least she had slipped in that request for informality without him realizing
it.  Carmelita slowly tilted her head down, bringing a stray hair over her
face.

   "I don't think there is any issue here, but if you want to confirm your
compliance with our policy, I suggest you talk to someone from HR."

   Carmelita brought her head back, trying to whip the stray hair back in
line with the rest of her wavy hair.  When this didn't work, she combed her
hand through her hair to put it back in place.  The movement of her arm
disguised the surreptitious expansion of her chest, which further exposed
more chest skin, including more of her breasts.  She pretended not to
notice his furtive glance.

   "Oh, isn't that why I talked to HR in the first place?" she asked him.
He was at a loss for words, so Carmelita smiled at him to relieve the
tension.

   She didn't let the awkwardness last too long- "Is there anything else
you want Mr.  Schoonover?" Carmelita asked sweetly.  She resisted the
temptation to strike an even sexier pose.

   "No, Carmelita, that will be all." Carmelita stood up, keeping her chin
high.

   "Alright then.  Have a good day Mr.  Schoonover" she said, emphasizing
the `mister'.

   "We don't have to stay formal.  Call me Maxwell." Carmelita gave him
another smile, and noticed that his face mirrored hers to a small degree.

   She thought he was checking out her backside when she left the office,
but she didn't want to make her suspicions obvious.

   With men, Carmelita knew there were a lot of fish in the sea, so she had
to stay relevant in their minds to compete for that head space.  Maxwell,
with his wife Gwen, was even harder to manipulate, since he could have sex
with her pretty much any time.  Carmelita would occasionally come to
Maxwell's office to ask a legal question related to work, and Maxwell
didn't seem to mind it at all.  Carmelita always dressed professional and
extra sexy on those days, and wore the same perfume.  She thought she
noticed him sniffing the air one time, but couldn't tell what he thought of
her scent.  She also observed a more pleasant mood in Maxwell the more she
came into his office, so it was only a matter of time before he caved into
his carnal desires.

   Carmelita learned more about Maxwell's relationship with Gwen from
subsequent encounters, and calculated that they would reach a rough patch
soon.  She made sure to leave subtle hints that she was available and
waiting for the right kind of man to be in a casual relationship with, like
the one with Jack Swartz.  One day, Maxwell called Carmelita into his
office, and she had to quickly touch up her makeup before coming in.  She
acted surprised when he offered her seats to a local opera, Puccini's La
Boheme, explaining that Gwen had decided to visit her family instead. 
Although he was offering her two tickets, Carmelita explained that she
since she didn't know anything about opera, she would only go if he went
with her.

   And so Carmelita and Maxwell went to the opera, and Carmelita was able
to wear her black-and-white long dress with halter neckline.  The halter
neckline left her shoulders and arms bare, and also worked well with her
ample bosom.  Under the white torso piece, which covered everything from
the chest up, was a tight-fitting black piece that hugged her waist and
hips, before spreading out in a flowing skirt that ended at her ankles.  A
slit in the skirt ran from upper thigh down, allowing her to show her bare
leg on occasion.

   For this special outing, Carmelita did her hair up, leaving some of her
bangs curled around her face.  As she did at the office, she wore her usual
makeup, and used the same Acqua Di Gioia as before.  She wore her sexy
black thong high heels, showing off her bare feet and making her taller.

   Maxwell wore a Giorgio Armani black shimmering suit with skinny tie,
which cut a nice figure on him.  His dark hair was slicked back, reminding
Carmelita of how lawyers looked in the movies.

   The two of them were dressed to the nines, and made for a
picture-perfect Hollywood couple.  There were frequent stares directed
their way, and Carmelita loved every minute of it.  While walking around,
Carmelita held onto Maxwell's arm, letting him lead her around.  There was
one man in particular, a photographer, who took a lot of pictures of them.

   During the fantastic performance of La Boheme, Carmelita was still
focused on Maxwell.  She brought her bare leg out through her skirt slit,
crossing it over her other leg for him to see.  She often traced her face
and neck absentmindedly with her hand, sometimes down to the top of her
chest.  When she wanted to speak with Maxwell, she placed her manicured
hand over his before leaning over to whisper in his ear.  She made sure to
make long eye contact with him while their faces were close, as well, to
entice the desire of a kiss from him.

   She felt the intensity in his eyes when their faces were close again
during the second act, with the stage light illuminating part of his face.
The sexual tension was becoming stronger and stronger, and she wondered if
he would kiss her then and there.  She could tell he was holding back, so
she diverted her eyes in feigned embarrassment.

   Carmelita was watching the performance when she felt Maxwell's hand on
her own.  She looked sideways at him, and saw the desire in his eyes. 
Playing into his sexual appetite, she placed his hand on her bare leg.  She
felt him come in for a kiss, and their lips sensually locked together.  As
they worked their mouths together, she felt his hand stroking up and down
her leg.  Yes, this is what I've been waiting for, for so long.  *Now we
just need to finish this performance.*

   Their make out session was short, but it encouraged their hands to
explore each other's bodies with a clandestine passion.  As Maxwell
continued to tickle her skin with his hand, Carmelita locked in his lust
for her by brushing her hand on his crotch.  She was not surprised to find
him erect.

   After the opera was over, their conversations were unfocused, as if sex
was the only thing on their minds.

   "Where do you want to go?" Carmelita asked him.

   "The house is empty..." he trailed off, staring into her eyes.

   "Let's go" she quickly uttered, before giving him another kiss.

   In no time at all, the two of them were back at Maxwell's house- a
gorgeous two story stucco home with clay-tiled roof and a wrap-around
cobblestone driveway.  Carmelita figured the Spanish Revival house cost
upwards of a million dollars.

   Carmelita brought her purse in, and marveled at how beautiful the
interior looked.  Pieces of art were hung on the walls, as if Maxwell lived
in an art gallery.  She was admiring the art when she felt him press
himself against her back "Oh" she remarked in surprise.

   "Mmmmm" he hummed, grabbing her around the waist, "I love that perfume
you're wearing." She could feel his erection against her ass, and his
breathing on her neck.

   She leaned her head back and breathed deeply, inviting him to explore
her.  "The bedroom" she said, while he was kissing her neck.  Reluctantly,
Maxwell disengaged himself from her.  She left her hand out, and he guided
her to the other room.  She pulled on his arm, and he stopped to look back
at her.  When he did, she pulled herself to his chest, "I like my men
aggressive" she told him sternly.

   "Not a problem" he responded.  He took her to the master bedroom, where
the king-sized bed was.  He was walking backwards, holding onto Carmelita's
hips when she stopped him again.  "Just give me a second" she said, before
walking quickly to the bathroom.

   When she came out, she saw that Maxwell had taken off his suit jacket,
and was working on his shirt next.  "Close your eyes" she told him.  When
he did, Carmelita put her purse on the nightstand before making her way
towards him.  With him seated on the edge of the bed, Carmelita stood in
between his legs.  She pulled the straps of her halter dress over her
shoulders, and pulled down on the dress.  With the tight fit on her body,
it took half a minute before her dress was on the floor.

   Wearing only her purple lace bra and panties, she leaned her chest
towards his face.  "Open them" she said.

   She saw the lust in his eyes as he examined her body, taking in all of
her beauty.  His eyes rested on her cleavage, mere inches from his face. 
He looked like a man on a mission.  "You're so beautiful" he told her.  *I
know.*

   The wait was more than Maxwell could take, so he grabbed her by the
waist and twisted her onto the bed, winding up on top of her.  Carmelita
gave a delighted whoop and smiled when they landed on the bed.  Maxwell
worked as quickly as he could to undress himself- first the shoes, then the
shirt, then the pants.  Once Maxwell was done with himself, he ripped
Carmelita's panties down and her bra off.

   "My, so aggressive" Carmelita remarked.

   Maxwell and Carmelita kissed each other passionately and stroked each
other, but there was little foreplay before he penetrated her in the
missionary position.  Carmelita only saw his penis briefly, but judged by
the feel of it inside her that he was of average size and girth.  *Now the
performance begins.*

   "Oh, fuck, that feels good" she quietly moaned.  "You're so good,
Maxwell.  Oh, yeah." He was really pumping into her, and she hoped he
wouldn't cream prematurely.

   "Keep going, Maxwell.  Oh...Oh" she said while grabbing onto his ass. 
His thrusts were now in a rhythm, but just as violent.

   "Say my name" she whispered in his ear.

   "Carmelita" he responded.  It was the first thing he had said since they
started having sex.

   "Louder" she pleaded.

   "Carmelita!" he yelled.

   "Do me Maxwell Schoonover, fuck me, oh!" she gasped.  Now the rhythm
picked up its pace.  Shit, he's climaxing already.

   "Tell me you love me" she whispered again.  "What?" was his reply.

   "I need to hear it.  Oh...to hear you say...oh...you love me.  I'll fuck
you all night if you say it", she told him.  There was no way he would
disagree to that.

   "I love you" he muttered.  *That's not good enough.*

   "Look at me and yell it" she pleaded.  *Time to put those Kegel
exercises to good work.* Carmelita grabbed Maxwell's head in both hands,
directing them directly to hers.  She had seen her powerful doe-eyes reduce
men to nothing, and she needed to make a stronger emotional connection
here. Clenching her vaginal muscles, she was bringing his climax closer
with every thrust.  Maxwell could not look away from those deep brown eyes,
and Carmelita saw his will fading as his orgasm approached.  Her intense
eyes let him know what he had to do.

   "I LOVE YOU CARMELITA" Maxwell cried aloud.  She continued to hold his
gaze, so that he knew where the source of his pleasure came from.  She felt
the warmth of his sperm inside her vagina, and his rapidly shrinking
manhood.

   Once he was physically spent and about to collapse, Carmelita released
his face and he slumped beside her.  The whole act had stoked the fire of
her own passion, but the lovemaking was not long enough for her to
entertain the thought of her own orgasm.

   Although men mentally crashed very quickly after their orgasm, Carmelita
also knew that they could be aroused again in a short amount of time.  So
when Maxwell had gotten his breath back, she nestled onto his chest and
draped her arm across it.  She heard him sniffing her hair, which was a
good sign of their strong emotional connection.  Taking it as a cue,
Carmelita propped herself on her elbow and placed her naked breasts on his
chest.  He seemed to be recovering still, but quite pleased.

   "Mmmm, that felt good" Carmelita crooned.  "Was it good for you?" she
asked.

   "Yeah...it was good" he admitted truthfully.  Now to stroke his ego.

   "I really like you Maxwell.  You're not like anyone I've ever met. 
Certainly no one at the office." She smiled at him, and he smiled back.

   "Well, you're a wonderful woman, Carmelita.  You're absolutely
gorgeous", he said while admiring the squashed breasts on his chest.

   Carmelita looked down at her chest, then looked back at Maxwell, "Which
do you love more- my tits, or my ass?" She was emphasizing the word `love'
with a playful smile.

   "I love all of you- your ass, your tits, your tight waist, and your
beautiful eyes.  You're the most gorgeous woman I've ever met."

   Carmelita snaked her hand down to his crotch, trying to bring renewed
life to Maxwell's snake.  She grasped it lightly.  "I love it when you say
things like that" she told him.  "It makes me hot.  Keep telling me how
perfect I am." She stroked his wrinkled cock with her smooth fingers.

   "Ever since the first day you were in my office, I've had a crush on
you. You looked so damn sexy in your outfit, I just wanted to bend you over
and have my way with you right there." Carmelita put on an enraptured
expression, as if she hung onto his every word.

   "Oh, I remember that day" Carmelita said, "I had no idea why you wanted
me in the office.  I didn't appear flirty, did I?  I wasn't trying to lead
you on."

   "Oh no, you weren't expecting to see me.  And I don't think you were
leading me on, either-"

   "I think if anyone was pursuing this relationship, it would be you,
right?" she asked him.  She felt the appendage in her hand growing.

   "Yeah, you could say that.  Like I said, I had a crush on you ever since
that day.  You sure know how to fill a pair of dress pants, and I couldn't
keep myself from staring."

   "Let me ask you something, and be honest- did you buy me those opera
tickets so that we would have sex tonight?" Maxwell closed his eyes for a
second, no doubt enjoying the hand job she was giving him.

   "Mmmm...yeah, I did.  I was hoping you would say yes."

   Eventually Maxwell rose to the occasion, and Carmelita took advantage of
it by riding his cock in the cowgirl position.  She continued to coax his
affirmations of love to her, and to further expound on how entranced he had
been with her in the workplace.  At no point did they ever talk about Gwen.
That lustful evening finally ended with Maxwell giving Carmelita a ride
back to her place.  They agreed to keep their affair a secret, and both of
them appeared to be enamored with each other.

   But looks can be deceiving.

   "What the fuck is this?!" Maxwell yelled at Carmelita.  They were both
in his office, about a week after their affair.  "It's your letter of
resignation, along with a transferal of your board seat to myself."
Carmelita was dressed very modestly today, wanting this meeting to be as
emotionless as possible.  Which was hard to do at the moment.

   "The fuck I will.  I'm not giving you shit!" Luckily, Carmelita had
already closed the door, otherwise the news would get out and she would
have less leverage to work with.

   "You might want to keep your voice down, unless you want everyone to
know about our affair?" She said, without any condescension.  She had to
let him process this without upsetting him too much.

   "It's really quite simple," she continued, "I have video and audio
evidence of our copulation from a recorder in my purse, and I am prepared
to share this with the board of directors.  I have you on record explaining
that this affair was your idea, and that you pursued it despite the fact
that you are my superior.  This kind of amoral conduct would likely get you
fired, or at the very least, a demotion and the loss of your board seat."
She saw the steam coming out of his ears, but she continued in her calm,
rational voice, "In addition to the board of directors, I imagine that
knowledge of this affair would cause considerable pain to the relationship
with your wife.  Once again, you were on record confessing your love for
me, and the location of our affair would be deeply hurtful to her. 
Although I don't know her very well, I believe there is a very good chance
she leaves you in a divorce.  Given the estate and assets you share, this
settlement would cost you hundreds of thousands of dollars, as well as
years of alimony." She gave herself a small pause...

   "So the decision is quite simple- either you hand in your resignation
and give me a board seat, or you potentially lose it anyways, along with
your wife and half your considerable assets." Instead of steam, she saw the
wheels working in Maxwell's mind.  But she was already prepared.

   "The evidence was legally obtained, because two-party consent is not
required in this state.  You may think about filing a lawsuit against me
for blackmail, but this would guarantee the loss of your position at the
company and the loss of over a million dollars from divorce.  Even if you
win the suit, I would only go to jail for less than a year, and the loss of
my job is really not that important to me.  There are plenty of other
companies or legal firms that would hire you right now, but not with a
scandal like this." She gave him more time to think.  It was a big
decision, after all.

   "Fucking cunt" he muttered, appearing pissed off, but defeated.  *Sounds
like he made the right decision.*

   Everyone was surprised when Maxwell Schoonover filed his two week
notice, explaining that he had a new opportunity at a well-known legal firm
in the local area.  As was his right according to the company's
constitution, his board membership was transferrable to someone else in the
company, and his choice of Carmelita Suarez caused some stirring at the
board.  Although Maxwell had tried to explain that Miss Suarez was
qualified for the position based on her excellent standing in the company,
the four other men on the board were upset over it.  The board members
tried to block the appointment, however Maxwell explained that the
company's Articles of Association (part of their company Constitution)
could not be changed without unanimous concession.

   And so Maxwell left Avox to pursue partnership at a new firm, and never
heard from Carmelita again.  Carmelita, to her word, never released the
video of their affair to anyone, but kept it in safekeeping in case she
ever needed it.  As she expected, Carmelita was not well-received at the
board.  But that didn't matter to her- she had jumped several spots in the
company, positions that she would've had to work many years to get.

   After her departure from the sales department, the numbers started going
down.  Although Avox was still sound financially, it was difficult for them
to gain new clients.  It was a bull market, and many potential clients
wanted an aggressive financial advisor who had the above-average gains they
were looking for.  Growth became stagnant, then for the first time, the net
income (revenue-expenses) was negative.  The company and the board of
directors had to do something about it "We need to diversify our clients'
portfolios with higher yield investments!" Mr.  Thompson told his fellow
board members.  He was the youngest of the board members at 46, besides
Carmelita of course.  Carmelita was still only 27 years old, and still as
attractive as she ever was.

   "When my father founded this company, he did not create Avox to gamble
away middle-class American futures!" John Wilcox II yelled back.  He looked
over to Jacob Summers and Jack Swartz for support.

   "Agreed" Jack Swartz said.

   Jacob Summers, the long-standing CEO of the company, hadn't made up his
mind yet.  That was because he was seen as the captain of this company's
proverbial ship, and many of the crew thought the ship was off-course.

   Carmelita kept silent, watching the men argue over the future of the
company.  She had attended every single board meeting, but was effectively
tuned out of the discussions by the other men.  But, she didn't mind
appearing feckless and incompetent, because that would only help her cause.

   "Excuse me, I may have a proposition on how to reverse our revenue"
Carmelita said in a raised voice.  Given that she had not talked at several
of the last meetings, the sound of her voice was able to cut the
conversation.  She now had their attention, although it wouldn't last long.

   "Currently our financial assets measure at 2.3 billion dollars.  What if
I could guarantee an average of 10% increase in that figure for the next
two years?" she said, looking them all in the eye.

   "230 million dollars a year?  That's ludicrous" John Wilcox II responded
spitefully.  He was definitely her biggest opponent on the board.

   "Look", Carmelita continued, "I know I am not well-received on this
board, but I want to help.  I have a few ideas on changing the culture here
at Avox, and I know I can help turn around Sales.  I'm willing to stake my
job here on it." For once in their lives, the other board members were
interested in what Carmelita was saying.

   "What do you mean?" Jack asked.  Carmelita knew he would be wary about
her, given their past relationship a couple years ago.

   "My proposal is this- give me full reign over the company, and I mean
full autonomy, and I will guarantee at least $200 million in asset gain per
year for two years.  If I don't deliver, I will vacate my seat to whomever
the board chooses, and will quit my employment at Avox.  But, if I do
deliver, I will have saved the company, and should be compensated for it. I
want...5 more votes on the board."

   "That would give you 6 votes out of 11, a majority" Jacob explained.

   "This is the kind of horseshit my father's company doesn't tolerate"
John fumed.  Carmelita looked at the other men- Jacob seemed offended by
the proposal, understandably, since she would be taking over much of his
responsibility.  Garrett Thompson was intrigued by the idea, and Jack
Swartz was studying Carmelita intently.  She would work on John first.

   "Look at it this way" she directed towards John, "If it doesn't work,
you don't have to worry about me anymore.  You can fill my seat with
someone old-fashioned, like your father."

   "I don't like your tone, missy" John responded.  "You should show my
father more respect.  You wouldn't be here if it weren't for him."
Carmelita looked over to Jacob "I know it's been hard to attract new
customers, but I know I can do it.  How about this- if our total assets
drop 5% at any point during my new tenure, I will also consider my proposal
a failure, and terminate my employment.  That way, there is little risk to
the company, and we all know how much Avox shuns risk." She finished by
looking at John again, who clearly understood she was talking about him and
his father.

   "This has to be unanimous on the board, and in writing" Jacob added.  He
seemed sold on the idea.

   "You said 10% earlier.  Make it $250 million, then you have a deal" Jack
added.  Everyone looked to Carmelita, wondering if she would take it. 
These negotiations were going exactly as she predicted.

   "Deal.  I'll have a draft proposal ready for our next meeting.  You
won't regret this" she added.

   Luckily for her, Carmelita had been planning for her moment to shine for
years.  Like a President in his first Hundred Days, Carmelita made sweeping
changes to Avox policy.

   Carmelita knew that she had to have an aggressive sales team that could
work over clients as well as she did.  On day one as the temporary CEO, she
fired several employees that she knew would not make it through the
rigorous schedule she planned.  All of these salespersons were either too
jaded or too family-conscious to work the long hours she needed them to. 
Which meant that after only one day, she was the most hated person in the
company.

   *You have to crack a few eggs to make an omelet,* she told herself.

   During the staff meeting in which she announced her changes, she gave
the best motivational speech she could.  It was designed to keep all of her
high-quality employees from walking out the door with their long-standing
colleagues, and she was glad when none of them left.

   Next came the new hires, which started coming in the very next day.  She
had already interviewed them on her own time, before becoming active CEO,
and she picked them out from their other jobs based on their shrewdness and
ability to get things done.  It would take some time to train them, but it
would be worth it in the long run.  To entice them into coming to her
company, she had to make some concessions, however.  She couldn't promise
them a higher salary than the current employees at Avox, but she did
promise to give them commission based on what they procured.  She also
promised them (in writing, of course) that their commission would increase
if they met certain benchmarks at the end of each year, with a large bonus
at the end of two years.

   To better motivate her staff, Carmelita utilized her sexual energy
whenever she could.  She knew that men responded well to sexual motivation,
and she was prepared to sacrifice her body for the greater good.  What this
meant in practice was the daily visual stimulation of her boys with her
body, with occasional sexual favors to the best performers.  To allow this
to happen at Avox, she had to change the current work environment by
adjusting the human resource manual.  Carmelita did away with the sexual
harassment policy, and greatly loosened the dress code for women.  That
way, Carmelita could get away with wearing mini-skirts, halter tops,
midriffs, and fishnet stockings whenever she wanted.

   It took time, but eventually there was enough employee buy-in that
Carmelita was firmly in control, mind and body, of her workers.  She wore
sexy outfits that showed off her body even more than before, and she was
especially fond of showing off her new 36DD breasts.  As was allowed in the
new HR policy, Carmelita frequently touched her men to entice them, and
used entendres in her conversations with them.

   Carmelita took over one of the larger offices in the building, and had
sound-proofing installed for what she called her worktime "reward
sessions". After all, she didn't want to distract the other men from their
work.

   Carmelita was also cautious about her workers seeking to find release
for their pent-up sexual frustrations.  With the help of the IT department,
she was effectively able to block her workers from visiting naughty sites.
That way, her workers could channel their sexual energy into their job. 
After a while, Carmelita judged she could focus the men more, so she
limited the amount of personal effects at each person's workspace.  The
goal was to separate them from their at-home selves, including their
families.

   Throughout her first year, Carmelita also involved herself with the
acquisition of accounts from particular clients.  Although she could not
spend the time to fully seduce them, as she had with Maxwell, she was
certain that her powerful sexual presence closed a couple deals.  Carmelita
was also excellent at networking, and her frequent travels netted many
opportunities for her sales team.

   The effect of her leadership was seen in the bottom line- near the end
of her first year, she had put the company up $261 million in assets.  The
board members, although impressed, were reticent to show it.  She had made
it through her first test as the effective CEO, and could relax a bit.

   Just when she thought she was on schedule for another $250 million year,
the market dropped 10% in one week.  Some of her investors wanted to take
their money out, which dropped Avox's holdings considerably.  She had to
think of something fast...

   "Jim, I need you to drop what you're doing and come into my office
immediately" Carmelita said with urgency.  This wasn't any booty call.

   Once they were in her office, Carmelita explained- "As you know, with
the recent market recession, many of our clients are jumping ship.  I need
you to make a list of every asset manager that operates at a company within
100 miles of our location.  They need to be at least $100 million in
assets. Can you do that?" she asked him.

   "I'll have it ready by the end of the day" he replied.  Carmelita curtly
nodded at him, and Jim left the office in a hurry.

   An announcer's voice reverberated through the room, "Alright, ladies and
gentleman.  Give it up for Esmeralda!"

   A busty Latina woman walked out on the stage, accompanied by the music,
"X Gon' Give it To Ya" by DMX.  A few whoops were heard from the audience
when she strut out, her large bosoms bouncing up and down like a Victoria's
Secret runway model.  She wore a dark blood-red bikini that amazingly held
in her large chest, and matching G-string bottom.  Her voluminous chestnut
hair cascaded around her shoulders, tickling the top of her chest.  She
wore dark red lipstick, and brown eyeliner to go with her outfit.  To
finish the ensemble, long gold earrings dangled from her ears, and a gold
necklace hung onto the contours of her breasts.

   As she walked towards the pole in the middle of the stage, her 6-inch
pumps clicked, drawing more attention to her.  Esmeralda stood in front of
the pole, posing for her audience with her chest popped out, surveying the
people seated there.  When she turned around towards the pole, whistles
could be heard in the audience.  Those are the ass-men, she thought. 
Esmeralda stood facing the pole and bent over, showing her ass to the room.
Noticing the applause she was getting, she took a step closer to the pole
and bent down into a crouched position.  With her knees bent all the way,
she bounced her ass up and down, as if she was having sex with a man
underneath her.  As soon as she stopped, she started rubbing her ass cheeks
in circles, fingers apart.  In one quick motion, Esmeralda pushed her ass
out and straightened her legs, but kept her upper body bent over, reaching
the same position she started out in.

   Dancing to the music, Esmeralda set her tush to motion, jiggling it up
and down.  The twerking elicited more cheers from the audience, who were
loving every second of her.

   After showing off her ass a bit more, Esmeralda languidly walked around
the pole until she was on the other side of it, facing the audience.  She
climbed the pole, and once she couldn't climb any higher, she pressed the
pole into the middle of her chest.  As her boobs wrapped around the pole,
engulfing it, she placed her cheek on the pole, craned her head up, opened
her mouth, and closed her eyes in a pose of sexual bliss.

   Leaning back from the pole, Esmeralda now held on only by her muscular
thighs and one hand.  As she continued to lean backwards, she twirled
around the pole, her other arm stretching outwards.  When she had done one
turn around, she slowly released some of the hold with her legs, and she
descended down the pole, still spinning in a circle.  To the regulars in
the audience, they appreciated the extreme body control and pole dancing
skill this required.

   Still spinning slowly, Esmeralda let go of the pole with her one hand
and ended up with her back flat on the stage floor, pointed towards the
audience.  From their vantage point, the men had a nice view of her chest.

   Esmeralda released her legs from the pole, and rotated so that her belly
was on the stage floor.  Keeping her hands flat on the stage, she slowly
rose her torso up, stretching herself and showing her impressive chest to
the audience.  To the men, Esmeralda appeared to make eye contact with each
of them, creating a special connection.  She leaned back onto her legs,
knees bent in front of her.  Still looking around like a prowling predator,
Esmeralda went on all fours and crawled toward the edge of the stage, her
tits swinging side to side.

   Esmeralda reached the edge of the stage, and looked directly at a
potential client, bidding them to come to her with a curled finger.  The
man obeyed, mesmerized by her sensuality.  As was customary, the man held
money in his hand, waiting to react to her movements.

   Esmeralda sat back again, widening her bent legs and bringing her G
string closer to the man.  When he didn't get the hint, she thrust her
pelvis forward and bent over backwards.  With one hand behind her to brace
herself, Esmeralda brought her other hand down her stomach, toward her
pussy.

   The man took the hint and tucked the folded up bill into her G string.
Esmeralda rose up, ignoring the money and focusing only on the man.  With
their eyes locked, Esmeralda slowly directed the man's face into her bosom
with her hand.  Once his face was there, she once again closed her eyes in
a muted expression of sexual pleasure.  Using her arms, she pressed against
the sides of her boobs to envelop the man's face completely.

   Once she disengaged her chest from his face, she could tell from his
dazed expression that he was totally entranced with her.

   Esmeralda proceeded to give several other men similar sexual favors, who
seemed to line up for her.  After she had garnered enough money to halfway
cover her G string, it was the end of her second song, and she was done
with her performance.

   "Alright, give it up for Esmeralda!" The applause was roaring as she
walked off the stage, "Now let's hear it for our next..."

   *$72, not bad at all,* Esmeralda reflected in the dressing room.  All
tips at the Doll House were kept by the girls, so all of that money was
hers.  They also kept track of the number of lap dances they performed,
giving them $5 for each $20 lap dance in the back rooms.  For the girls who
didn't get a lot of tips, however, there wasn't a lot of dough to be made.

   Still in her bikini outfit, Esmeralda walked into the main room where
the audience was watching the next performance.  She came to the man she
had given the motorboat to before, and whispered something in his ear. 
Taking his hand in hers, she walked him to the side room where the lap
dances were done in private.  After paying the bouncer for the lap dance,
she led him into one of the back rooms.

   "Welcome...to the champagne room" Esmeralda announced.  They were in a
dark room with candle-lighting along the walls, and she gestured for him to
sit in the chair, situated in the middle of the room.  It was only the two
of them inside.

   "Thank you" he said, taking the champagne glass she offered him.

   "How did you like my stage dance?" She asked politely.

   "It was sexy as hell.  Best I've ever seen here" he replied.  He offered
her some of the champagne, but she shook her head.

   "Oh, have you been here often?  It's only my first time tonight" she
replied, innocently.  Her voice was higher than he expected, like a teenage
girl's.

   "Yeah, I'm a regular" he said, downing his glass.  It was the moment
Esmeralda was waiting for.

   Turning on some light jazz music, Esmeralda took the glass from his
hand- "Well now that that's out of the way, we can have some fun." Throwing
the glass to the side, Esmeralda mounted the man, coming face to face with
him.  Or rather, face to chest.  She wrapped her arms around his neck.

   "I picked you for a reason, ya know" she told him, "You're a stud, a
real man.  I can tell from the way you carry yourself"

   "Oh yeah, how's that?" he asked.  Esmeralda started gyrating her chest
directly in front of his face "The way you looked at me, like you were
interested, but not too excited.  Like you know your way around women.  Is
that true?" she asked, hopefully.

   "Yeah, I guess it's true.  I've always had a thing with the ladies."
*Ugh, this flirtation feels so rehearsed, she thought.  Just more make
pretend.*

   "Oh, yeah" Esmeralda said, resting his face on her chest again, "I can
tell.  You look like a big shot, like a lawyer or something." She brought
his face back from her chest, and the dazed look was back in his eyes.  She
stared into his eyes, with as much longing as she could.

   "Uh, a fund manager, actually", he finally replied.  She smiled in
delight "Ooooh, a big shot manager.  How many people do you manage?" she
asked sweetly.  She released his face, and turned her body around so that
she was sitting on his crotch.

   "Well, I have a couple dozen people working for me..." he trailed off,
as Esmeralda rubbed herself against his chest and crotch, "...But I
manage...portfolios...for my clients".  She felt his erection protruding
against her backside, and she worked herself on that pole, up and down.

   Pushing with her legs and pulling on the back of his neck with her arm,
Esmeralda continued to grind on his crotch.  "It's okay, you can touch" she
softly told him.  "You earned it".

   The man slowly reached across her taut stomach, feeling her muscles as
she worked him over.  The slow sensual grind made him swallow, and he felt
a small build-up of pleasure from his cock.

   "You like this?" she asked, tilting her head up to look at him.  He now
had a full view of her voluptuous bust, driving his mind deeper into the
lustful feelings she gave him.

   "Mmmmm" was his only response.  She could tell he was getting close to
ejaculation.  Before he could get too far, though, she slowed her pace. 
This would prolong the pleasure, without letting him nut himself.  It was
definitely a cocktease, but hey, that's what gentleman's clubs were all
about.

   "It feels so good" she heard him mumble.  His breathing was getting
louder, so she separated from him, letting him come down a bit.  She could
tell from his body language that he wanted her desperately.

   Esmeralda decided to straddle him again, but this time she widened his
legs.  When she rested herself on his lap this time, she could feel the
bulge of his pants on her pussy.  Slowly, teasingly, she bucked her hips
into him, simulating sex.  Whenever she felt his pleasure rising
dangerously, she would bring her hips higher to his belly, away from his
cock.  This tease lasted for another few minutes, and Esmeralda waited
until he was ready to cum again "If you tip me enough, I'll come home with
you" she whispered into his ear, bringing her hips away from his cock.  She
didn't have to wait long for a response- "Whatever you want" he breathed
more than spoke.

   Thirty minutes later, Esmeralda was at the man's house, dressed in a fur
coat that covered up her entire body.

   "So, tell me more about your job" she asked him, "Do you manage a lot of
money?" She was waiting to be impressed, and he wasn't about to disappoint
"Yeah, my company's accounts are worth 200 million dollars" he boasted. 
Esmeralda squealed, "Oh my gosh, that's so much money!" She ran over to him
and held his face in her hands, "I've never been with a millionaire!" she
exclaimed, kissing him full on the lips.  He instinctively wrapped his arms
around her waist, and they passionately kissed for half a minute before she
stopped.

   "Can you show me?" she asked, excitedly.

   "Well, maybe later" he said, unsure.

   "Please?  I've never seen that much money before!" she remarked.  She
gave him a mischievous smile, "I'll do whatever you want." She cupped his
crotch for emphasis.

   "Alright", he relented, "Just don't tell anyone."

   "I promise" she grinned.

   Bringing out his laptop, the man set it on the coffee table in front of
his couch and sat down.  Esmeralda joined him, hugging him from the side
and watching him log in.

   "Do you work from home?" she asked him, rubbing her hand on his crotch.
The motion startled him, and he had to re-enter his log in information.

   "Sometimes.  I mostly like to check up on the accounts and the market."

   "You're so smart and rich, like a playboy millionaire" she said,
admiringly.  He was about to log into his Charles Schwab account.

   "How do you want it?" she whispered hotly into his ear.  She continued
by licking his ear, and he was having a hard time concentrating with the
over-the-pants hand job she was giving him.

   "There we go" he said, pointing to the screen.  "Total assets: 215
million dollars.  About 180 million dollars' worth are liquid assets in the
stock..."

   "Oh, fuck me, you're so rich!" Esmeralda breathed excitedly.  Leaning
into him, she knocked him on his back, and she followed on top of him. 
Before he had a chance to react, Esmeralda locked their lips together.  She
fumbled with his clothes, undressing him as quickly as possible.

   "I'm going to fuck you right now" she said hurriedly.  She appeared to
be quite turned on by his wealth.

   Once she had his shirt unbuttoned and his pants brought down, she
grabbed his tool and brought it out.  Letting go of his manhood, Esmeralda
unhooked her bra, dropping her massive tits below her.  With his cock at
the ready, all he could do was stare at her in excitement as she pulled
down her panties.

   Using her fur coat as a blanket on top of them, Esmeralda guided his
penis into her vagina.

   "Oooohhhh" she moaned, as he penetrated her.  Esmeralda wasted no time,
rocking her hips into his, bringing his cock as deep into her as it could
go.

   As she was bucking on top of him, her tits swayed with the rhythm, and
her gold necklace kept bouncing off them.

   "Oh, fuck yeah" she yelled.  "Ohhh, that feels good.  Keep going,
baby...oh." She continued to moan and yell in feverish excitement, and she
felt him getting close.

   "Aaahhh" the man breathed.  *This is the best girl I've ever fucked,* he
thought.

   Esmeralda did her best to fuck his brains out, squeezing with her Kegel
muscles as hard as she could.

   "Oh...oh...OH" she continued.

   "I'm cumming" the man said, in between breaths.  Esmeralda gave one last
push of her hips and held onto his body.

   "Aaahhhh" the man yelled.  Esmeralda fell on top of him, and continued
to clench both body and cock, as the man juice filled her pussy.

   Both of them continued to breathe heavily.  They were trying to catch
their breath after sex, their sweaty naked bodies slipping past each other
as they entered a post-coital embrace.

   "I'm so glad I went to the strip club tonight", he said, grinning ear to
ear.

   *So was I,* she thought.

   "It's simple," Carmelita explained, with a feeling of déjà vu, "As you
say, your company sold all of its stock assets and directly transferred
them to an offshore account in the Caymans.  You don't have access to that
account, and don't know who owns it, but now you want the money back.  All
I am proposing is that our two businesses merge, although I would more
accurately call it an acquisition.  Perhaps that money will once again show
up, and Avox will be able to absorb the hit from the early withdrawal of
your stock assets, so your clients will remain happy, and you can all keep
your jobs." Carmelita waited, calmly reading their faces.

   "This is criminal!" Mr.  Wadson yelled.  He was Sunmark Financials' CEO.

   "I can't believe you did this to me", Mr.  Peterson said.  His face was
still in a state of shock, even though Carmelita had contacted him about
this yesterday.

   "And you won't get away with it either, skank whore bitch!" The CEO was
fuming.

   "Gentlemen, please" their lawyer, Mr.  Stoudmire interjected, "Let's not
overly emotional." He was trying to rationalize the situation, and was
obviously the only person from Sunmark who could consider the proposal with
a cool head.  "Since we are talking in hypotheticals, Ms.  Suarez, what if
Sunmark were to notify the SEC about this illegal transfer of funds?"

   "Why are we even meeting with this bitch, let's call them up right now!"
Mr.  Wadson added.

   Carmelita waited until Mr.  Wadson's outburst had lost its momentum. 
"Because, in the SEC's eyes, the transferring of funds was done by Mr. 
Peterson, at his own home.  There is nothing illegal about that, although
Sunmark's clients would be extremely upset about the mismanaging of their
accounts.  Once information got out about the 5% loss in these accounts due
to early withdrawal, your clients will pull their funds immediately, no
matter who was responsible for the movement of the funds." Carmelita only
looked to Mr.  Stoudmire for a response.

   "Right, but when we're talking about the potential theft of hundreds of
millions of dollars, there will be an investigation.  Due to the interstate
nature of modern investment, the FBI would get involved.  It won't take
them long to figure out that you were at the club that night, and that you
went to Mr.  Peterson's house.  They could prove that you had opportunity,
and motive, to illegally authorize the liquidation of Sunmark's stock
assets using Mr.  Peterson's account." *This was turning into a nice back
and forth.*

   "Oh" Carmelita responded, "Good luck proving that a current board member
of Avox Incorporated was at the club...sorry, which club was it?" she
asked, sarcastically.  Mr.  Stoudmire wasn't amused, and she didn't have to
guess what the other men in the room were thinking "You know damn well
which one", Mr.  Peterson said.  It looked like he was getting over his
self-pity and wanted revenge now.

   "Well, I'm sure if you were to contact the club in question, they
wouldn't have any record of myself being there.  In fact, the club you are
referring to may have some issues hiring girls off the street without doing
background checks, or even confirming they are legal to work in the
country." There was silence for a second.

   "So the investigation uses eye witnesses" Mr.  Stoudmire said.

   "True, but try getting patrons of a gentleman's club to participate in
an official FBI investigation.  Half those guys owe alimony or are involved
in drugs and prostitution." When Mr.  Stoudmire didn't respond, she
continued, "You always have Mr.  Peterson here to give his account, and
maybe you can get my DNA at the `crime scene'...", Mr.  Wadson was nodding
vigorously at the apparent victory, "...but maybe not."

   Carmelita looked now to Mr.  Peterson, "It could be that Mr.  Peterson
noticed that the place was cleaned up when he woke up." The shocked look
returned to his face.  Their lawyer was at a loss for words.

   "But I'm not interested in any investigations that will destroy your
company, or tarnish our good reputation.  I want to look to the future, to
put this unpleasantness behind us.  What I am offering is a win-win; a deal
that helps both of us.  No matter what has happened in the past, signing
this contract is the best thing for all of us." Carmelita pushed the paper
over to the lawyer.  Anyone else would have torn it up as soon as they
received it.

   As the lawyer was reading it, Carmelita summarized, "What this binding
contract states is that Sunmark Financial will transfer all of its assets
to Avox Inc., and cease to exist as an entity.  The contract guarantees
that all of the resources in place- the real estate, the personnel- will
also be transferred to Avox and not be modified for an entire year.  As far
as management, the former Sunmark structure will remain in place for
another year, but will still be accountable to Avox's board of directors.
Everyone keeps their job, and work continues for Sunmark as if nothing
happened." Mr.  Peterson and Mr.  Wadson looked to Mr.  Stoudmire for some
way out of this trap.

   "And this anti-defamation clause?" he asked.

   "It states that no former employee of Sunmark, which means all of you,
shall at any time disseminate or in any way contribute to libel or slander
against the Avox company.  The penalty of which will be one million
dollars, each."

   "What does that mean, I can't ever complain about work?  That's crazy"
Mr.  Wadson stated.

   "The specifics are in the clause- it refers to certain criminal
activities, including but not limited to, grand larceny theft."

   Mr.  Stoudmire finished reading the contract, and set it on the table.
"You're not going to like this, George, but..." he said to the CEO.

   With the acquisition of Sunmark Financials, Avox was able to incorporate
their 198 million dollar funds into their own, bringing their total to over
2.7 billion.  Overseeing both her own employees and the former Sunmark
employees, Carmelita was able to aggressively seek out new clients, making
her $250 million cutoff despite the market downturn.

   Having fulfilled the signed agreement, the board had no choice but to
award Carmelita with the majority vote of the company.  Carmelita went from
the floosy at the boys' club that everyone ignored, to the woman in charge
that everyone groveled to.

   Taking her newfound power in stride, Carmelita slowly broke the wills of
the men at the board.  To do this, she forced the board members to seek her
approval on voting issues.  Eventually, the board members showed her the
respect she was due, but even that was not enough for her.  Little by
little, Carmelita forced the men to show deference at the meetings, like
calling her "Miss Reina" (Miss Queen).

   In private, Carmelita would belittle the board members, crushing their
ego's and making them subservient to her.  Just like the employees during
her two-year stint as acting CEO, the board members were assaulted by her
overpowering sexuality, and eventually each of them would give in to their
lust, seeking to please her at any cost.

   By her 30th year, Carmelita, or Miss Reina as she liked to be called,
was in full control of her company.

   Still sporting her revealing outfits, Miss Reina had many more years to
encourage the carnal desires of men.  As she walked through the hallways,
clicking her high heels, her massive cleavage subdued the attitudes of
everyone around her, as if the sight of them was so impressive that it
struck everyone dumb.  Her ass twisted underneath her tight skirt as she
walked, mesmerizing anyone behind her.  When she talked to you, her voice
carried so much command that it was as if you were in the presence of a
goddess.  When her employees went home, they masturbated to the mental
image of her, fantasizing about sexual encounters that would never exist in
reality.  For those lucky few who were called into her office for a
"reward", the experience was indescribable bliss, as if every erotic hope
and goal they ever had was fulfilled there.

   Every man at Avox was now hopelessly obsessed with Miss Reina.  They
worshipped her as a goddess, as their Queen Bee.