Straight Female / 47
He Took Me Under His Wing
I worked for a multinational conglomerate in the accounting department. In corporate planning was a man who came to me from time to time for information. He traveled often, globally. I had access to his airline bills, his expense accounts. He came to me, whether it was accounting or finance information. Polite, nice, but never revealed what he was working on. My boss told me he was an M&A guy.
He came back from a trip to Asia, he was hurt with a limp and a cane. No information. I was called up to corporate and met with the CFO, he told me I was being reassigned. I would be working as an analyst for corporate. He was my boss. I spent my days looking at information of other companies, under a confidentiality agreement. Or, I went to accounting and finance for information.
I got a passport. And I took papers to other countries, fly there, turn the information over to the person who met me at the airport and flew back home. Many trips, all over the world. On a trip to Singapore I met him there. He took me to a meeting in an office building. I took notes. That night he told me if I wanted to be on his team to come to his room. Give myself to him, let him have sex with me. I did, but because I was taken to him. He was thorough, he covered all the bases. It was sex without passion. He rated me average.
I traveled with him after that, I slept with him, had sex with him, went to meetings with him, worked on his analysis. Helped him with his reports. His team was me. There were lawyers, finance analysts, accountants, bankers. But his team was me. He lay beside me and talked to me, wanted my opinions. Sometimes after he had his next day planned we had sex, a lot of times he turned on his side pulling me into the inside spoon position and we went to sleep.
He was M&A, if he said no the deal died, if he said go the deal went forward. No one ever asked me what I did for him. My salary was fine, and if deals closed I got a bonus. My pay was from a Cayman company. The one constant was that where ever he slept I slept, on a plane, a hotel, his house, my apartment. From the age of 26 until he retired when I was 42,
I was his team. After his retirement I got a severance package and a new place to live. His team is me. I became a millionaire, not that I get a chance to spend it, it's invested in target companies. Along with his money, I piggy back. And sleep where ever he sleeps. Still the inside spoon.
He came back from a trip to Asia, he was hurt with a limp and a cane. No information. I was called up to corporate and met with the CFO, he told me I was being reassigned. I would be working as an analyst for corporate. He was my boss. I spent my days looking at information of other companies, under a confidentiality agreement. Or, I went to accounting and finance for information.
I got a passport. And I took papers to other countries, fly there, turn the information over to the person who met me at the airport and flew back home. Many trips, all over the world. On a trip to Singapore I met him there. He took me to a meeting in an office building. I took notes. That night he told me if I wanted to be on his team to come to his room. Give myself to him, let him have sex with me. I did, but because I was taken to him. He was thorough, he covered all the bases. It was sex without passion. He rated me average.
I traveled with him after that, I slept with him, had sex with him, went to meetings with him, worked on his analysis. Helped him with his reports. His team was me. There were lawyers, finance analysts, accountants, bankers. But his team was me. He lay beside me and talked to me, wanted my opinions. Sometimes after he had his next day planned we had sex, a lot of times he turned on his side pulling me into the inside spoon position and we went to sleep.
He was M&A, if he said no the deal died, if he said go the deal went forward. No one ever asked me what I did for him. My salary was fine, and if deals closed I got a bonus. My pay was from a Cayman company. The one constant was that where ever he slept I slept, on a plane, a hotel, his house, my apartment. From the age of 26 until he retired when I was 42,
I was his team. After his retirement I got a severance package and a new place to live. His team is me. I became a millionaire, not that I get a chance to spend it, it's invested in target companies. Along with his money, I piggy back. And sleep where ever he sleeps. Still the inside spoon.
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