Lissa Daniels - Tales of the Melandren Corporation - Chapter Nine
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Tyler followed behind Tom as he threw open the door and bellowed Mercy’s name. The man was a Neanderthal and Tyler once again regretted ever involving him in his little side-hustle.
Mercy popped up from her desk like a prairie dog, with wide eyes and a slightly worried expression that all of the Sissies in this place tended to have. There was a slight wet sound as she stood up, no doubt from her chair. Her hands snuck up under her tiny skirt to adjust her underwear.
“Yes Sir,” she said in her dumb, bimbo voice, “How may I make your day better?”
“Agenda,” Tom barked at her even as he moved over towards her desk. Tyler felt the jealousy monster flare up inside of him again. Mercy never popped to attention for him that way.
“Yes, Sir.” The blonde ditz fumbled with her dayplanner, her long nails making it a struggle to flip through the pages. “You’re covering for Mr. Maddix with a new Mistress Training Applicant in just a few minutes. You have me penciled in to help you during your morning brainstorm time…”. Her face blushes with an adorable pink that made Tyler’s jealousy flare further. There was NO question that his ‘brainstorm’ time was just code for another morning quickie. The man was an animal. He literally had JUST used her.
“….and then you teach back to back classes… Punishment Positions and DT Training, and then an acquisition initiation after lunch.”
“Perfect,” Tom said, smacking the girl on her jiggly backside. She squealed with the practiced ‘little girl voice’ that all the secretaries are taught. “Move some stuff around and get me a second acquisition after that. Call Maddix’s bimbo and have her shift one to me. He owes me that shit for covering for him this morning. And clear Tyler’s schedule for the day.”
Tyler started to protest, but Tom waved at him with a dismissive hand. It infuriated him. The man was not his boss. And yet, he had just cleared his schedule to deal with this fuckup.
Granted, he did need to clear it. They had to figure out a way out of this mess.
“Yes, Sir,” Mercy squeaked, instantly sliding onto her secretary chair with a moan. Tyler watched her face, knowing her chair was one of the new ‘training’ chairs. Equipped with a protrusion, each time the girl sat, she had to lower herself down onto a training plug. Shaped anatomically correct, just sitting made the girl have to impale herself on the cock to sit and work.
While watching her sit was tremendously erotic, it also made his heart sink a little each time as there was no denying that the chair was better endowed than he was.
“No wonder she can’t feel if I’m in her.” He thought wryly.
Tom wasn’t even paying attention to the degrading activity the Sissy secretary was going through. He was already plotting and planning.
“All you have to do is stall them, Ty,” he said with a cocky grin, “I’ll onboard the two acquisitions this afternoon, shift things around and give them the names of our current problems. Bing bang boom!”
Tyler tried to shush him while he was talking, but Tom was having none of it, oblivious to the fact that he was laying out plans out here in the open… and in front of Mercy.
“Will you keep it down…Not out here…” Tyler hissed. He eyed the bimbo behind the desk, but she seemed occupied trying to work the phone, while shifting and squirming on the thing up inside of her.
Tom rolled his eyes and stormed back into his office, Tyler once again following behind.
“You gotta fucking relax, T. You look all nervous and squirrelly. It’s going to make people suspicious that you’re up to something.”
Tyler shut the door, anger boiling. The meathead did not understand.
“If that Bimbo hears the situation, she might tell someone.”
Tom laughed.
“That Bimbo can’t think her way out of a paper bag, and if she tries anything I’ll fuck her silly again.”
Tyler fumed.
“You can’t just turn new acquisitions into the missing ones.”
Tom laughed with a shrug.
“Why the hell not? All the new Sissies look the same.”
Tyler wanted to punch him in his cocky, smug face. The meathead just did not understand.
“The new ones have Sponsors, Tom. They’ve already been through the Acquisitions Team. There’s a record. I can’t make that go away. We need to snag them before they’re on the books.”
Tom stepped towards him, towering over Tyler with a threatening look.
“So what’s your idea, brainiac? This is your shitstorm. And I don’t see you offering any solutions.”
Tyler stepped back. He hated that the man could intimidate and loom over him like that.
“Tom, I can’t just…”
Tom’s smart watch went off and as he tapped it, Mercy’s voice rang out.
“Like, Ashley says your Mistress Training applicant is here, Mr. King.” Even over the tinny, watch speakers, her voice left no doubt she was a bimbo ditz.
“Tell her I’ll be down in just a minute,” Tom barked into the watch, but as he turned back to Tyler, Mercy’s voice came out again.
“There’s um… sir… she says the husband was signed up for… um… Mistress training too.”
Tom looked at Tyler with a quizzical look. Tyler shrugged, just as confused.
“The husband wants Mistress training?” Tom confirmed, holding his watch to his face.
“Yeah… Um, like, Ashley says the wife is pretty clingy and signed him up for the weekend seminar with her.”
Tyler could see the wheels moving in Tom’s head. They were not fast moving wheels was the problem.
“Is this the blonde, hot-wife that Maddix pawned on me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Tom smiled at Tyler.
“She’s a fucking fox, man. John sent me her pic this morning. Fucking wet-dream.”
Tyler rolled his eyes. He was working with a fucking penis with legs.
“Any idea what the husband looks like?,” Tom asked into his watch. “Call your ditzy friend in the lobby and ask, real quick.”
“Yes Sir.”
Tom paced behind his desk, digging through the drawers.
“So new plan… This blonde bitch downstairs is a weekend student in Mistress classes. That means she’s milk-toast. One look at my cock and I’ll have her as a mewling bimbo bitch by lunch. If her husband is the right type…”
Tyler was already nodding.
“Yes. We just have to say they changed their mind and left… and we register them as our missing sluts.”
Tom nodded, pulling out a half full bottle of scotch and a couple of glasses.
“We’ll need to make sure there are no family members, connections…”
“Yeah, I’ll have to scrub their backgrounds. Work, family… And we’ll have to get them signed up over the made up Sponsors that I created for our fake bimbos. There may be complications…”
Tom handed a glass of scotch to Tyler and held his up in a toast.
“Then fix them.”
Tyler looked at the drink. He hated scotch, but male pride dictated that he take the shot. Besides, maybe it would steady his nerves.
He downed the brown liquid, forcing himself to swallow it. It almost made him gag and he shivered as the liquid travelled through him.
“They’re not subs, though,” Tyler said, his voice a little hoarse from the drink. “Think that’ll be a problem?”
“Let me worry about that,” Tom said, downing his own shot. “Assuming the husband is the type of guy that normally sends wives to this training… it won’t be a problem.”
Tyler nodded. “A sissy wannabe.”
Tom nodded. “Exactly. He’ll be a blonde Sissy bitch just like his wife. And then we’ll have our two missing Bimbos to show to security. Eyes off of us.”
The watch beeped again.
“Mr. King, sir. Like, um, Ashley says he is cute like a little puppydog.”
Tom locked eyes with Tyler and smiled.
“Perfect.” He put down his glass and spoke to his watch. “Tell them I’ll be right down.”
Tyler felt like his heart might burst from his chest. They might get away with this, but there were so many variables of doing this on the fly. And Tom… Tom was not the most careful… or the most clever.
“We gotta get them into the system somehow without the cameras seeing.”
Tom nodded.
“Loading dock 3C is right by the initiation rooms. We’ll skip the acquisition team and that’ll muddy the waters. I can hack in and kill the cameras on the loading dock and hallway and then make sure the loading dock door is digitally unlocked. You’ll just have to message me and I’ll make it happen. There’s not time to do a camera loop, so the cameras will just go dead for a moment.. you’ll have to be quick.”
Tyler was pacing now. He hated doing this on the fly.
“I’ll have to do it from my office. But you’ll need someone down there to manually open the door. It’ll be digitally unlocked, but it still requires someone to push the bar.”
Tom was already throwing on his suit jacket.
“We’ll send Mercy.”
Tyler stopped him with a hand on his chest as he stormed towards the door.
“Tom. We can’t send a Sissy to open an outside door! A door that is unlocked! What if she…”
Tom looked down at Tyler’s hand holding him back. Tyler pulled his hand back at the look that was being given to him.
“You really want to worry about company protocol now, Ty?”
Tyler felt like he was going to pass out. The world was spinning. If their scheme came out, he was certain the company would make sure he was never seen or heard from again. More than anything, he hated that he was trapped with an alpha-male meathead as a partner in this. It would take a miracle for this to work, especially if they had to rely on their shared Bimbo secretary.
“We gotta go,” Tom growled. “Get ready to black out those cameras.”
Tom was out the door already bellowing at the girl again.
“Come on, slut. We have a special job for you today. Mr. Compston will fill you in. Move that fat ass, slut. We’re on a time-table.”
Mercy squealed, hopping up out of her impaling chair with a ‘squish’ sound and scampering around the desk in her high heels, trying to fix her panties back.
Tyler looked at the vapid, blank expression on her face and found his heart sinking.
All of their hopes of success with this revolved around sneaking the two hapless rubes in the lobby through the back door. The back door that this bimbo had to open.
He laughed wryly.
They were literally at the mercy of Mercy.
Tyler followed behind Tom as he threw open the door and bellowed Mercy’s name. The man was a Neanderthal and Tyler once again regretted ever involving him in his little side-hustle.
Mercy popped up from her desk like a prairie dog, with wide eyes and a slightly worried expression that all of the Sissies in this place tended to have. There was a slight wet sound as she stood up, no doubt from her chair. Her hands snuck up under her tiny skirt to adjust her underwear.
“Yes Sir,” she said in her dumb, bimbo voice, “How may I make your day better?”
“Agenda,” Tom barked at her even as he moved over towards her desk. Tyler felt the jealousy monster flare up inside of him again. Mercy never popped to attention for him that way.
“Yes, Sir.” The blonde ditz fumbled with her dayplanner, her long nails making it a struggle to flip through the pages. “You’re covering for Mr. Maddix with a new Mistress Training Applicant in just a few minutes. You have me penciled in to help you during your morning brainstorm time…”. Her face blushes with an adorable pink that made Tyler’s jealousy flare further. There was NO question that his ‘brainstorm’ time was just code for another morning quickie. The man was an animal. He literally had JUST used her.
“….and then you teach back to back classes… Punishment Positions and DT Training, and then an acquisition initiation after lunch.”
“Perfect,” Tom said, smacking the girl on her jiggly backside. She squealed with the practiced ‘little girl voice’ that all the secretaries are taught. “Move some stuff around and get me a second acquisition after that. Call Maddix’s bimbo and have her shift one to me. He owes me that shit for covering for him this morning. And clear Tyler’s schedule for the day.”
Tyler started to protest, but Tom waved at him with a dismissive hand. It infuriated him. The man was not his boss. And yet, he had just cleared his schedule to deal with this fuckup.
Granted, he did need to clear it. They had to figure out a way out of this mess.
“Yes, Sir,” Mercy squeaked, instantly sliding onto her secretary chair with a moan. Tyler watched her face, knowing her chair was one of the new ‘training’ chairs. Equipped with a protrusion, each time the girl sat, she had to lower herself down onto a training plug. Shaped anatomically correct, just sitting made the girl have to impale herself on the cock to sit and work.
While watching her sit was tremendously erotic, it also made his heart sink a little each time as there was no denying that the chair was better endowed than he was.
“No wonder she can’t feel if I’m in her.” He thought wryly.
Tom wasn’t even paying attention to the degrading activity the Sissy secretary was going through. He was already plotting and planning.
“All you have to do is stall them, Ty,” he said with a cocky grin, “I’ll onboard the two acquisitions this afternoon, shift things around and give them the names of our current problems. Bing bang boom!”
Tyler tried to shush him while he was talking, but Tom was having none of it, oblivious to the fact that he was laying out plans out here in the open… and in front of Mercy.
“Will you keep it down…Not out here…” Tyler hissed. He eyed the bimbo behind the desk, but she seemed occupied trying to work the phone, while shifting and squirming on the thing up inside of her.
Tom rolled his eyes and stormed back into his office, Tyler once again following behind.
“You gotta fucking relax, T. You look all nervous and squirrelly. It’s going to make people suspicious that you’re up to something.”
Tyler shut the door, anger boiling. The meathead did not understand.
“If that Bimbo hears the situation, she might tell someone.”
Tom laughed.
“That Bimbo can’t think her way out of a paper bag, and if she tries anything I’ll fuck her silly again.”
Tyler fumed.
“You can’t just turn new acquisitions into the missing ones.”
Tom laughed with a shrug.
“Why the hell not? All the new Sissies look the same.”
Tyler wanted to punch him in his cocky, smug face. The meathead just did not understand.
“The new ones have Sponsors, Tom. They’ve already been through the Acquisitions Team. There’s a record. I can’t make that go away. We need to snag them before they’re on the books.”
Tom stepped towards him, towering over Tyler with a threatening look.
“So what’s your idea, brainiac? This is your shitstorm. And I don’t see you offering any solutions.”
Tyler stepped back. He hated that the man could intimidate and loom over him like that.
“Tom, I can’t just…”
Tom’s smart watch went off and as he tapped it, Mercy’s voice rang out.
“Like, Ashley says your Mistress Training applicant is here, Mr. King.” Even over the tinny, watch speakers, her voice left no doubt she was a bimbo ditz.
“Tell her I’ll be down in just a minute,” Tom barked into the watch, but as he turned back to Tyler, Mercy’s voice came out again.
“There’s um… sir… she says the husband was signed up for… um… Mistress training too.”
Tom looked at Tyler with a quizzical look. Tyler shrugged, just as confused.
“The husband wants Mistress training?” Tom confirmed, holding his watch to his face.
“Yeah… Um, like, Ashley says the wife is pretty clingy and signed him up for the weekend seminar with her.”
Tyler could see the wheels moving in Tom’s head. They were not fast moving wheels was the problem.
“Is this the blonde, hot-wife that Maddix pawned on me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Tom smiled at Tyler.
“She’s a fucking fox, man. John sent me her pic this morning. Fucking wet-dream.”
Tyler rolled his eyes. He was working with a fucking penis with legs.
“Any idea what the husband looks like?,” Tom asked into his watch. “Call your ditzy friend in the lobby and ask, real quick.”
“Yes Sir.”
Tom paced behind his desk, digging through the drawers.
“So new plan… This blonde bitch downstairs is a weekend student in Mistress classes. That means she’s milk-toast. One look at my cock and I’ll have her as a mewling bimbo bitch by lunch. If her husband is the right type…”
Tyler was already nodding.
“Yes. We just have to say they changed their mind and left… and we register them as our missing sluts.”
Tom nodded, pulling out a half full bottle of scotch and a couple of glasses.
“We’ll need to make sure there are no family members, connections…”
“Yeah, I’ll have to scrub their backgrounds. Work, family… And we’ll have to get them signed up over the made up Sponsors that I created for our fake bimbos. There may be complications…”
Tom handed a glass of scotch to Tyler and held his up in a toast.
“Then fix them.”
Tyler looked at the drink. He hated scotch, but male pride dictated that he take the shot. Besides, maybe it would steady his nerves.
He downed the brown liquid, forcing himself to swallow it. It almost made him gag and he shivered as the liquid travelled through him.
“They’re not subs, though,” Tyler said, his voice a little hoarse from the drink. “Think that’ll be a problem?”
“Let me worry about that,” Tom said, downing his own shot. “Assuming the husband is the type of guy that normally sends wives to this training… it won’t be a problem.”
Tyler nodded. “A sissy wannabe.”
Tom nodded. “Exactly. He’ll be a blonde Sissy bitch just like his wife. And then we’ll have our two missing Bimbos to show to security. Eyes off of us.”
The watch beeped again.
“Mr. King, sir. Like, um, Ashley says he is cute like a little puppydog.”
Tom locked eyes with Tyler and smiled.
“Perfect.” He put down his glass and spoke to his watch. “Tell them I’ll be right down.”
Tyler felt like his heart might burst from his chest. They might get away with this, but there were so many variables of doing this on the fly. And Tom… Tom was not the most careful… or the most clever.
“We gotta get them into the system somehow without the cameras seeing.”
Tom nodded.
“Loading dock 3C is right by the initiation rooms. We’ll skip the acquisition team and that’ll muddy the waters. I can hack in and kill the cameras on the loading dock and hallway and then make sure the loading dock door is digitally unlocked. You’ll just have to message me and I’ll make it happen. There’s not time to do a camera loop, so the cameras will just go dead for a moment.. you’ll have to be quick.”
Tyler was pacing now. He hated doing this on the fly.
“I’ll have to do it from my office. But you’ll need someone down there to manually open the door. It’ll be digitally unlocked, but it still requires someone to push the bar.”
Tom was already throwing on his suit jacket.
“We’ll send Mercy.”
Tyler stopped him with a hand on his chest as he stormed towards the door.
“Tom. We can’t send a Sissy to open an outside door! A door that is unlocked! What if she…”
Tom looked down at Tyler’s hand holding him back. Tyler pulled his hand back at the look that was being given to him.
“You really want to worry about company protocol now, Ty?”
Tyler felt like he was going to pass out. The world was spinning. If their scheme came out, he was certain the company would make sure he was never seen or heard from again. More than anything, he hated that he was trapped with an alpha-male meathead as a partner in this. It would take a miracle for this to work, especially if they had to rely on their shared Bimbo secretary.
“We gotta go,” Tom growled. “Get ready to black out those cameras.”
Tom was out the door already bellowing at the girl again.
“Come on, slut. We have a special job for you today. Mr. Compston will fill you in. Move that fat ass, slut. We’re on a time-table.”
Mercy squealed, hopping up out of her impaling chair with a ‘squish’ sound and scampering around the desk in her high heels, trying to fix her panties back.
Tyler looked at the vapid, blank expression on her face and found his heart sinking.
All of their hopes of success with this revolved around sneaking the two hapless rubes in the lobby through the back door. The back door that this bimbo had to open.
He laughed wryly.
They were literally at the mercy of Mercy.
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