Three years later...

For a mini-financial empire, Baines Holding Company was

actually headquartered in a small office suite, comprising of

Kathryn Baine's sumptuous office that could and did second as a

conference room and the small anteroom outside where a bored

secretary sat filing her nails.

Jackson had drunk in the secretary when he had come for the

meeting.  She was a medium-sized blonde with average looks and

build, but her overall bearing was definitely less than professional.

And from the obviously dark roots, the hair color was definitely

temporary.  He couldn't believe the twenty-something was

dressed for her work, unless the work was streetwalking.  The

yellow tube top, the tiny spandex blue miniskirt, the yellow silk

stockings and blue high heels-- it all spelled SLUT in big bright

letters.  She was a class-A bimbo, even down to the gum

chewing.

"Tim Jackson here to see Kathryn Baines, Miss," he looked at the

name plate but there was no last name, 'uh, Amy."

The blonde fluttered her eyes and ran her hands through her hair,

a big, wild mop of platinum curls that ran crazily off her

shoulders.  She eyed him with an intensity that caught him off

guard. Was she hot for him, or was that just imagination?  And

him with a wife and two kids.

"Yes, sir, Mr. Jackson," she purred.  "Ms. Baines?" she spoke into

the intercom.  "Mr. Jackson is here to see you."

The cold, efficient voice of Kathryn Baines responded promptly.

"Be a good girl and make sure he's comfortable, Amy.  I'll be with

him in ten minutes.  Then come in here.  I need you for

something."

"Yes, Ma'am.  At once Ma'am," the secretary replied.  Was that

fear he heard in her voice?  But she was smiling now, smiling at

him, her attention focused on the executive.  She immediately

thrust out her pert little A-cup breasts in his direction and beamed

a big, playful smile at the visitor.  He noticed the subtle grind the

girl made as she put her hands demurely on her hips as she rose.

"May I fetch you some coffee, Mr. Jackson?  A soft drink?"  She

pouted when he shook his head. "Nothing, Sir?  Please, if I can

get anything for you, make you more comfy in ANY way I

can...."  She let the promise hang, as she played with her hair, her

eyes obviously lingering in the direction of Jackson's crotch.  He

couldn't believe what a slutty performance the bimbo was putting

on for him...except for one thing.  It was working.  He was

smiling-- in contempt, true.  But he was smiling.  And he was

getting an erection.

With a sexy sulky look, she opened Kathryn Baine's door.  As the

door closed, Jackson could hear muffled talking and an

occasional giggle from the secretary.  Twenty minutes later she

emerged, wiping her lips with one hand and pulling up her tube

top with the other.

"Ms. Baines will see you now, sir."  Her brown eyes were

burning coals for him. He was happily married and she wasn't

beautiful or anything, but Tim Jackson was thinking hard about

getting her phone number. He hadn't seen any ring on her finger

and she was more than available.  If he knew his women

correctly, this slut was hungry for a good, hard cock.

"Jackson?  Jackson?" Kathryn tried to get his attention from the

blonde's swaying ass, a bright blue pendulum in her spandex

miniskirt.  As the horny little secretary bent over to do some

filing, he could see without any problem that she was wearing a

red thong lace panty!  He forced himself to stand up and smile at

Kathryn.  He was holding his briefcase over his midsection.

Wouldn't do to let the Dragon Lady see him with an erection.

"So, the Bentson County Toxic Waste Authority wants my

property,' she began, seating herself behind the massive desk.

Jackson pulled out the papers. "Yes, we want to expand and as

you know the property is essentially worthless now-- a fact you

can't disapprove of, given that your father pushed for the facility a

few years ago. Are there any tenants currently in the property?"

"Daddy wanted to clean up the trash problem here in Bentson,

Mr. Jackson."  The severe blond smiled.  Jackson was repulsed.

She was attractive in a conventional way, but she was so damn

cold, a damn Ice Queen.  "But that doesn't mean I'm giving

anything away. As to the tenants, no, there are none. There was

as a couple who lived there years ago, but they divorced and split

up.  My secretary as a matter of fact and her ex-husband.  They

BOTH work for me so I let her husband stay at a rooming house I

own as part of his compensation.  I use him as a janitor at the

factory I own."

"And, the uh, secretary?,' Jackson asked, a little flushed.

"She rents from me, again part of our employment arrangement.  I

have a spare bedroom I let her live in.  Very convenient to have

her around night and day.  Commerce never sleeps Mr. Jackson!"

Kathryn Baines used one of her father's favorite expressions.

"Back to figures, Mr. Jackson.  What figure are you proposing?"

"Fifty thousand and you level the house."  She was known as a

tough negotiator and he didn't flinch as he made the offer.

"Sixty...and YOU level it," she countered.

Jackson could go to sixty but what the hell choice did she have?

Why should he let her off the hook?  Records showed her father

had foreclosed on the property and made a killing.  She would

already make more than enough. He shook his head, refusing the

deal.

"Do you like my secretary, Mr. Jackson?"  Before he could

answer, she buzzed the young woman in. Amy pranced in, as if

she had been expecting this, readying herself.

"Well, Mr. Jackson?" she repeated.

Jackson gulped.  The peroxide blonde was licking her lips, hands

on her hips, looking straight at him... "She's an attractive young

woman, Ms. Baines, still I hardly know what this has to--"

"Just 'attractive'?  Look you're hurting Amy's feelings!" Baines

smirked in mock indignation.  And in fact the secretary was

pouting, her lower lip stuck out petulantly.

"Very pretty then."

"Would you say 'sexy' Mr. Jackson?"  Kathyrn Baines demanded.

His vocal cord was there, he knew it.  He found it, then managed

a low "Yes."  The girl beamed now, the ultimate compliment he

could bestow.  She stuck her small chest out again for him.  But if

she was really pleased, why was there something else, something

like fear in those eerily glassy brown eyes?

"I bet if we settled on sixty, Amy would just love to spend the

afternoon with you, Mr. Jackson, wouldn't you, Amy?"

The girl bit her lower lip and nodded, her big eyes begging him to

accept the offer.  Her mouth was so tight, her ass so hard and...

"Yes, Mr. Jackson.  I'd loooove to go out with you on a date," she

cooed. Her tongue was darting all over her lips now, her hands

rubbing her ass and hips.   Jesus, she was wet at the prospect of

spreading her legs for him, spreading her legs and doing other

things... His erection was pulling a tent out from his trousers.

"It isn't your money, Jackson," Kathryn Baines reminded him.

"So who gets hurt?  Besides, Amy knows ALL the safe places to

go, places that only girls like Amy know about.  Go on, tell Mr.

Jackson.  Answer the questions you know he has for you."

Amy giggled, cocking her head shyly to one side. "Well, I'm a

clean girl-- I have a doctor's certificate to prove it, so I won't give

you anything.  I promise Mr. Jackson!"

Jackson blushed.  It was the first thing he had wondered about the

girl upon seeing her for the first time.

"And I know the best little place to have a date!  It's called the

Honeymooners Motor Court.  Rooms only cost ten dollars an

hour and clean sheets are only five dollars extra!  And I swear I'll

never, ever tell anyone!"  The girl was looking at him, pleading

with him to take her to a cheap dive and fuck her brains out.

What was wrong with this picture?

"What's going on here?" he suddenly demanded.

Kathryn Baines didn't answer the question.  But she did put two

objects on the table, objects which terrified the preening, pleading

secretary.

"Take these in case she gets out of line.  She can be such a BAD

GIRL from time to time, Mr. Jackson."

Jackson picked up the shiny metal handcuffs and riding crop with

wonder and awe.  The bottle-made blonde was eyeing him with

white faced fright.  There was a warm, coppery taste in his

mouth. Christmas had come in the middle of June.

"Is 'sexy' worth an extra ten grand?"

What ever was going on here, he could care less about. It wasn't

his money.  He nodded. "Yes, Ms. Baines.  We have a deal.  But

I want all afternoon-- not just an hour."  Had the secretary sighed

at that?  Were her lips trembling?  If no longer made any

difference to him.  He shook the hand that reached across the

desk.

Kathryn watched Jackson as he began pawing Amy on the way

out of her office.  The ink wasn't dry yet on the agreement and he

was feeling her up, probably in the elevator by now.  She would

be tired from God knew what Jackson would do to her that long

summer afternoon, but Kathryn already had visions of what little

tricks she would teach Amy that night...things the live-in bisexual

slut could do to make her mistress-lover cum.  It had been three

years and she had barely begun with her plaything.

She closed the office and climbed into her Ferrari.  Wendell had

washed it as instructed.  Such a good servant when he wasn't

drunk. Kathryn loved the way he and Amy snapped at each other

these days, loved ordering them to be quiet.  The smile vanished

though.  She was pensive as she thought about a problem as the

sleek sportscar sped her along to her next meeting.

Amy was coming along nicely.  She had been a wonderful

secretary and had helped her close hundreds of deals like this. But

Kathryn was increasingly concerned that Amy was enjoying her

afternoon male 'dates' more than she should.  It was as if pleasing

another woman wasn't enough, that full satisfaction could only

come from a man.  She had seen in some of the videos she had

Amy perform in with Kathryn's unsuspecting business customers

and clients-- a look of release, of love even on the flushed wan

face..

It had to be stopped at once of course.  Kathryn would brook no

such feelings. Amy would learn to derive her pleasure from her

mistress's orgasms and THEN Kathryn might allow her pet to

enjoy herself-- and then only by virtue of making love to her

mistress.  She would have to be taken from situations where men

were about and kept only for Kathryn's lust.  Kathryn had already

decided what to do:  the French maid outfit would look delicious

on Amy.  Training the slut to become bisexual was fun; breaking

her into forced full-time lesbianism an absolute delight!

But who to take her place as a slut secretary? Her next meeting

provided the answer.  A young couple trying to buy their first

home, one of the cheap ranch houses in Baineswood, her newest

real estate development.  The wife a sharp, assertive redhead, the

husband some blue collar dolt. The newlywed wife had the

poutiest lips...

"You don't have enough of a downpayment, I afraid.  Let's talk

rent to own, shall we?" she offered generously.

The wife nodded, the sparkling green eyes and red hair bobbing in

cautious optimism back at her.   Kathryn took care not to eye too

obviously the pert pair of 34Bs that jiggled under the woman's sun

dress. Amy would be soooo jealous of her new playmate's bigger

chest size.

The young wife was already asking details, so anxious to take

this next step in adulthood, all of which Kathryn answered

reassuringly, soothingly, addressing herself to the redhead, while

the double-digit IQ'd hubby listened in mild confusion.

This would be fun.