Kate Educates Jacob #15

Shaking The Tree

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“Will you take on the CEO position your father vacated, dear?”

Catherine probed gently, once Kate had settled into her chair at the dining table but before she could enjoy her breakfast of poached eggs on toast.

“Not yet, but I’m going to the Board Meeting today. Jacob’s coming too.”

“He won’t be comfortable in those chairs after you introduced him to Beauty yesterday, the poor chap. You might have planned that a little better.”

“I’ll let you know how it goes, and don’t forget we have the lawyers again on Tuesday next week for signing everything off from dad’s will.”

Kate avoided answering her mother when she felt a boundary was being crossed, but always kept things pleasant until pushed too far. I was her responsibility and although Catherine took a keen interest in all family members there were limits to what my girlfriend would accept.

I steered a path away from both of them when their swords were drawn, which thankfully happened infrequently. There was no benefit to me or them in my becoming involved in their bickering.

I moved the subject away from GD, me and a potential flare up.

“How’s Tiffany?”

Kate’s face brightened up as though her personal assistant’s rehabilitation were important.

“That’s one for you to answer mom.”

“I have her things being collected today from the city. She’s ridden a few of the stallions in the yard and manège. Our head groom says she’s ready to go hacking, so I may ride with her today, but the proper work starts next week.”

“Don’t forget that she must return to the office soon, mom, there’s work to be done and I can’t have a temp substituting much longer.”

“You own the company now, Kate, and besides that, you asked me to fix her, which takes time.”

Catherine scoffed as if her daughter were being ridiculous.

“That’s a good point on all three counts, and I’m totally supportive of your work with Tiffany. Let me know when you think she’ll be ready. Perhaps she can try part-time the week after next, once you have her in a routine. Shall we discuss more at dinner?”

I left the breakfast table to collect our coffees from the chef, waving my BMW keys when I returned to attract Kate’s attention. I wore a pair of Hugo Boss jeans from my apartment wardrobe that we’d transferred to Granger Hall. A light orange collared shirt with button-two, blue silk lined linen blazer that Kate ordered for me, finished my look for the GD office.

My girlfriend stared me up and down, approved and seemed confirmed in her opinion that I was better off dressed in smart casuals than becoming a corporate drone.

We both kissed Catherine on her cheek and I followed Kate to the front door, picking up her coat and briefcase on the way, packing them in the boot of my car.

When I pressed the ignition button, my throaty BMW M5 engine roared, ripping a smile onto my face, and I felt like a kid with a brand new top of the range mountain bike for their birthday. Kate laughed and leaned across the centre console, kissing me on the cheek.

Our journey to the headquarters campus of Global Defence was serene, because I drive carefully with a passenger on board. The car’s air suspension was set to comfort mode, and we chatted about her new business empire on the way. I detected no anxiety in Kate’s voice or from her body language; it was as though we were heading for a normal day at the car rental office.

Today was anything but that.

“Park behind them, please, Jacob.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure that’s my father’s parking spot, it says CEO on the plate in front so, park behind them, making sure they can’t leave until I do.”

Some fool had parked their Mercedes in her father’s CEO parking spot. Although she wasn’t officially the CEO yet, Kate wasn’t about to allow someone else to take her dad’s place. I felt proud at the fire burning in her eyes accompanying a new determined ambition clearly writ large across her face.

“It’s a power play by some limp dick, fat executive,” I said.

“They won’t have any dick in half an hour.”

We didn’t need to sign in; the reception and security staff were prepared for the new owner of their company, probably having memorised Kate’s photograph. They whisked us through security and onto a VIP elevator that exited on the tenth floor.

Panoramic views over the GD campus from the corridor leading to its company boardroom were incredible. Inside the executive heart, the views were repeated and complimented by sumptuous furniture and fittings, suggesting the boardroom had witnessed many impressive contract negotiations and signings.

Aside from the obvious massive table with dozens of leather swivel chairs around it for working sessions such as today, the room had leather sofas for seating at least a dozen people in comfort, with a hospitality bar that one might expect in an airport first-class lounge.

Kate strode into the room, aiming straight for her father’s old chair at the head of the table.

“All thirty-six of you are here and I see the non executives have turned up too. That’s good, everyone made the effort, thank you.”

Kate owned the room immediately, strolling confidently past everyone, aimed and armed like a guided missile.

“Roger, fuck off out of my seat. Now!”

A man stood up, stumbled over his own feet, regained balance and then darted for cover. I couldn’t help chuckling inside with a face I felt sure shimmered proudly while following in the wake of hurricane Kate. The directors shifted seats, moving down the line to accommodate Roger.

“The owner of the silver Mercedes that’s in my parking spot, please raise your hand.”

Roger, now sat immediately to the right of Kate, raised his hand in an arrogant gesture of affirmation.

“Wait downstairs in reception, Roger.”

“Wh… What do you mean?”

“Do you speak English?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Then you know exactly what I mean.”

Roger, who I later found out was the Chief Operations Officer, collected his things and walked sullenly out of the boardroom with his tail between his legs.

Kate summoned a lady who sat at the back of the room, taking notes.

“Sarah, revoke Roger’s access credentials, have his things packed up, and get security to escort him off-site. Call a taxi, but make sure it’s not expensed to GD.”

“Umm, he’s got a car,” Sarah replied.

“Yes, but it’s blocked because of his silly parking violation. He’ll have to come back once I leave later on tonight and wait at the outer gate for someone to bring it to him. Perhaps he’ll learn how to park properly after this, but not around here.”

The room fell silent for a minute while Sarah made calls, speaking in hushed tones.

“You aren’t the CEO yet.”

The man’s voice had a metal table sign confirming that he was the Chief Finance Officer. Kate stood up, surveyed the room as if squaring off to everyone in it.

“You’ve all ridden this gravy train for long enough. If you want to stay and work for me, that’s fine, if you don’t, just leave now.”

Nobody left.

“Since we have a quorum of the board, and as the majority shareholder I’m proposing that we hold an extraordinary meeting to appoint my father’s replacement, do I have a seconder?”

Half the hands in the room were raised, some more hesitantly than others. Those who didn’t, wore expressions of surprise, terror or a combination of both, and seemed paralysed.

Kate picked someone at random to second her motion, and Sarah noted her name.

“All those in favour of holding an extraordinary meeting say aye and raise your right hand.”

Kate looked around the room, pretending to count while giving everyone a chance to properly decide which camp they would support for the coming arduous campaign.

“Carried, unanimously.”

Sarah scribbled furiously on her pad. I felt aroused, by the sheer scale of my girlfriend’s confidence.

“I declare the extraordinary board meeting is open, and that its first order of business is to replace my father as CEO. Would anyone like to propose themselves or someone else as the new CEO?”

It felt comical to me because Kate looked as though she’d genuinely welcome someone accepting her challenge, but I knew that wasn’t true.

I scanned the room and saw nobody that seemed to be in the mood to commit career suicide, evidenced by their deathly silence and navel gazing. Kate continued standing, although it felt like she circled the room as an eagle, smiling at friends and strangers, moving from one to the next while they waited for when she might strike.

“In the absence of any volunteer, I’ll propose myself for the position of CEO. From all those executive directors eligible to vote, may I have a seconder?”

Hands shot up more quickly this time because a clear realisation had dawned on those who saw a changing of the guard coming. Kate picked one colleague at random, and Sarah jotted his name down.

“All those in favour of my motion for Kate Granger to become the CEO of GD, succeeding my father, please raise your right hands now.”

All eligible hands in the room went up, and a chorus of ayes followed quickly. Unanimity was arising from the flames of Roger’s departure.

Your father would be proud, Kate. I know I am. The King is dead, long live the Queen.

It was Kate’s moment of triumph, and I felt proud of my formidable girlfriend.

“Thank you for installing me as your new CEO.”

Kate sat down, smiled at me, winked, then studied her board of directors, allowing them to chat amongst themselves before holding a hand up for order.

“Are you satisfied due process has now been done, David?”

David nodded sullenly while others looked on, terrified that their rallying point was so easily slain. Kate owned the room and, as of a few minutes ago, that included those previously self assured men and women sitting around her board room table.

“Okay, my first act as CEO is to ask everyone to take a sheet of paper, a pen, and, using two sides of A4, write out your job descriptions for me, listing all the things that you do for the company. Then I want you to list your top ten objectives for the coming year. I’ll return in four hours to review each, then interview you all privately. Anyone that can’t stomach working for me can use the paper to scribble out your resignations without further prejudice.”

Kate left the room with me in tow, beaming at the ashen grey faces of thirty-five executives that had collectively shit their pants.

Fuck me, you’re magnificent and I can still swear in my head!

We strode side by side along the main corridor, turned left, then right and left again, arriving at a door with a brass plaque:

Kate Granger.

The Office of the Chief Executive Officer.

Global Defence.

Her shiny sign was brand new, as was the outer office door, and the carpet and furniture inside the room. In fact, the whole place was freshly decorated. We walked into her outer office where half a dozen staff who directly supported the CEO stood up to welcome their new boss. Each person stepped out from behind their workstations, offering outstretched hands and delighted expressions.

“Everything is exactly per the specifications you instructed, Miss Granger.”

He was a man in his forties, who looked studious, respectful, and pleased to see Kate.

“Two cappuccinos please, Andrew.”

He opened the door to Kate’s inner sanctum, and we walked inside. Her office was enormous, with impressive views over the campus in two directions. Against one wall, was a glass partitioned meeting room, accommodating twelve seats and large conference table, with three wooden doors on the other side, that I assumed were toilets and changing areas.

Kate strolled slowly to her father’s chair, stroking its plush leather headrest lovingly, before looking out of the window behind. When she sat in the only remnant of his reign that she’d kept I noticed her respectful expression.

I closed the door to her outer office, then turned to look at my girlfriend, utterly speechless. She stared back, unsure, shrugging at me.

“How did I do?”

“Like Caesar entering Rome after conquering the Gauls. I have rarely felt so proud of anyone in my life.”

“Oh, Jacob, that’s so kind of you.”

“You were magnificent. You owned them all and still do, as a matter of fact. That board meeting will become part of GD company folklore.”

“I wasn’t sure I wanted to be the CEO until that wanker parked in dad’s spot. My father built this company from nothing and I’m damn sure I won’t let it crumble in their procrastinating hands.”

She spun the chair around, staring out of the window at the vast campus of manufacturing, research and development buildings.

“Don’t worry daddy, your company is safe now, I promise you the good days will return to GD.”

She was true to her word, and exactly four hours after she’d set the director’s their task, Kate returned to the boardroom with an enthralled boyfriend attached to her hip.

“I see we’re down to thirty-one, although I suspect another six or seven of you are already planning an exit. I don’t hold that against anyone. Resisting change is hard to overcome, but in this case it’s necessary.”

Kate held aloft four hastily signed and dated resignation letters.

“It’s good for us to have a clear out.”

When she sat down and one of the non-executives chuckled loudly, Kate’s head snapped towards him, focusing her blazing eyes on a new target.

“Is something amusing you, Simon?”

Kate was ready to slay anyone standing in her way and I saw her talons exposed, at the ready.

Simon leaned back in his chair, looking very satisfied.

“I’ve been praying this day would come for a long time. Your father was a great man who built GD, but in the absence of his leadership, many of the people in this room have grown fat on their expense accounts and lazy at their desks. Bravo Kate and thank you, I fully support you.”

He beamed proudly at her, and I could see that Kate was glad to have at least one ally. When I looked around the room, others in the new CEOs camp nodded their approval, smiling and becoming more relaxed. Some were sullen and clearly plotted her downfall.

You’ll have to go through me!

For most of the day, Kate took interviews in her office.

“I want you right there with me, Jacob, taking notes and sharing your insights afterwards.”

“I’m not a business executive.”

“Actually, you are, we all are if we want to be. You and I are in this together, and I want to get it right, so I’ll have your opinion, thank you. Any questions?”

She challenged me to disagree with or sass her. I wouldn’t and wouldn’t dare, in that order, so I smiled, nodding my obedience.

“No, of course not. It’s my pleasure to help you.”

“Good boy, Jacob.”

She interviewed each board member, nailing their deliverables and objectives with surgical precision. Most left her office happy that a roadmap to their personal success was established, but some naysayers and refuseniks looked glum, sullen or were downright insolent. I marked those men and women as wankers.

Later, when she read my notes, Kate scowled at me.

“You think I’ve been swearing?”

“Naughty Jacob!”

“Okay, I’d like to mitigate that accusation before you decide on a course of action, please.”

“Go ahead.”

She seemed amused and, as always, Kate was willing to listen.

“First, although not in the dictionary, the word is an apt description of their character and second, I never said it; I wrote it. Third, you set a precedence by calling the chief operations officer a wanker to me, which defined a category that I have simply populated with more of them.”

Kate thought for a moment.

“It’s a grey area, but I’ll forgive you because I can’t argue against any of those points.”

She laughed, and my fear drained when she hugged me.

“I’m so glad you can make me laugh, Jacob. Oh, I don’t know if you realised that I have been trying out both forms of your name.”

“I did.”

“I prefer Jacob from now on.”

“I do too, thank you, Katherine.”

She eyeballed me, but couldn’t hide her smile for long.

“Just this once.”

She locked down the executive floor, sent out for pizzas and scheduled a wash-up board meeting for 9PM, to be attended by anyone wishing to keep their job.

It was Friday, so her initiative went down like a tonne of lead on half a dozen balloons. She snapped two more egos, satisfying me because I’d labelled both as wankers and I was sure Kate had too.

We were down to twenty-nine.

“Anne?”

She focussed on a thirty something year old woman seated halfway down the table leg on Kate’s right-hand side. The GD sales director shifted uncomfortably, as if readying herself for an attack.

“Yes, Kate?”

“Talk to us about sales, please.”

“What would you like to know, it’s a big and complex area.”

Her reply was curt and I’m sure Anne regretted it in hindsight. There was an almost indistinguishable sharp intake of breath around the room.

Kate eyeballed Anne dispassionately. It wasn’t the same as in my disciplinary meeting; she was cold and seemed threatening this time.

“Imagine that I’m the owner of this company.”

Kate paused, maintaining a stare that would terrify anyone. She shrugged and smiled dangerously.

“Because that’s what I am.”

She allowed time for her words to sink in.

“Based on your deliverables, Anne, tell me what growth you’re targeting for GD over the coming twelve months.”

Anne shuffled some papers around, opened her iPad, and flicked through a few PowerPoint slides. She connected to a projector on the ceiling, launched her presentation, and the GD company logo appeared on the opposite wall. Twenty-nine chairs swung away from Kate to watch a sales presentation that none of them had bothered with before.

Anne explained each slide, talking through GD’s current production and delivery programs, their turnover and estimated profit yields. She described sales projections for our current client list and the potential revenues from forthcoming programs, the procurement cycles and how she’d engaged account managers and bid writers to address various opportunities.

Kate allowed Anne plenty of time to talk and present her thoughts and analysis. It was difficult to know whether my girlfriend was impressed or not.

After half an hour, Anne had got fully into her stride, seemed confident and closed her presentation with a smugness that I knew was about to be demolished.

“We don’t target new business or growth, then?”

I blame it on her not knowing how Kate might react, but when Anne laughed sarcastically, it was probably the worst move of her life.

“Why are you laughing? I didn’t see any growth planning in your presentation.”

Anne was still supremely confident in herself, and flicked back through the presentation, stopping at a slide she thought would help illustrate her point.

“This is the German future battle tank program. The contract is out for tender in three months' time, we’re bidding on it and that’s targeting new business.”

Anne looked around the room, seeking validation, smug and satisfied that she’d defended her corner. Most of the others averted their eyes, and those who didn’t look away, had fearful expressions, because they knew what I did. Kate was hunting and had already trapped her prey, they just didn’t know how or what might happen next, and Anne couldn’t see it coming.

I enjoyed Kate’s performance more than an action thriller movie. It was on the edge of the seat stuff.

“Who makes the current German main battle tank?”

“We do.”

Anne’s expression faltered, she still hadn’t realised how vulnerable she’d become nor how quickly, but sensed that danger lurked in the CEO’s chair.

“So if we’re the current manufacturers of the German main battle tank, how is this new business? How is it growth?”

“It’s a new tank?”

Anne was definitely unsure of herself and her face revealed a growing fear.

“It’s continuing business from an existing customer. Is that what you’re calling new business, is that growth?”

“Um, I guess so, we’ve always considered it that way.”

“If we win this contract, how much will it push up our incoming revenue?”

“It won’t. It will replace existing turnover.”

“Will it deliver a higher profit?”

“No.”

“How is it growth, then?”

Kate dropped the guillotine blade to a sharp intake of breath from her audience that should have created a vacuum in the room.

“I don’t know.”

Anne looked desperate. It was easy to see that nobody had ever challenged the sales director’s business logic, which was absolutely crushed by Kate.

“My question was, hold on one-second Anne, so that we get the exact words.”

Kate turned to Sarah.

“Could you read back what I asked Anne?”

Sarah shuffled backwards a few pages through her shorthand notes.

“Based on your deliverables, tell me what growth you are targeting for GD in the coming twelve months,” Sarah replied.

Kate turned back to Anne.

“Growth, Anne. When something grows, it gets bigger, like the fear I smell in this room. How does the German future main battle tank contribute towards our company’s growth?”

“It doesn’t.”

“Thank you, it’s time for some honesty in this room folks. Anne isn’t the only one navel gazing around here, and this is far from being her fault. This is a team failure because too many of you are in your silos, failing to take a wider view and offering no help to each other.”

She tapped her phone, took control of the ceiling mounted projector and displayed a single slide in plain black text on a white background.

“GD has achieved, give or take a few million, an annual sales revenue of sixty-eight billion dollars every year for the last five years. There has been zero growth since dad left.”

Kate stood up and walked to the wall where her slide was displayed to point out the specific numbers.

“We achieved a four percent net profit five years ago, which has eroded every year to become two point nine percent today.”

She looked around the room, allowing a very embarrassing silence to run rampant through their minds. I thought it would be funny if tumbleweed rolled across the almost twenty metre wooden table surface.

“Our costs go up, but we churn over the same revenues year after year through a sausage machine that leaks profit. We have no money for more research and development, no money for pay rises or incentive programs and no money for bonuses or dividends for my family, your shareholders.”

They were dumbstruck. Nobody had ever spoken to them so plainly, blaming no one specifically but everyone collectively.

“We are withering on the vine folks.”

Anne sent her hand up, and I had to give her credit for some honesty.

“Yes, we are, and to be honest, I didn’t see that. I’m really sorry.”

Anne looked distressed and apologetic, making no attempt to defend herself, and that got my respect.

“You aren’t alone and this isn’t your fault, everyone here must take collective responsibility.”

She scanned the room, waiting for something that even I couldn’t figure out.

“David?”

The CFO had been oddly silent throughout. He was hired four years ago when Richard Granger was in declining health and could no longer steer the company finances the way he once had.

“Yes, Kate?”

He straightened his suit jacket and smiled without a care in the world. It amazed me at how many of these fools were arrogant in the face of their impending demise.

“What’s your take on this situation?”

“I don’t work in sales.”

He looked very sure of himself, and I wanted to pummel his face into the wall. On two hundred and seventy grand a year plus a benefit and pension package, at least half that again, David wasn’t cheap.

“Did you explain to Anne that her sales plan wasn’t targeting growth?”

“No.”

“Did you help plan our sales growth for the next few years with Anne?”

“No! Look, what is this about? I run the accounting and finance department.”

“Are you just keeping score, then?”

“Well, of course not.”

“Okay, then explain to your fellow directors how you are helping Anne or anyone else in this room to grow our business.”

“Um, er.”

He finally recognised the danger, but was already neck deep in quicksand. His eyes darted around the room furtively, and the lack of any supporters returning his begging glances shot his confidence to pieces.

Nobody would rescue him. I guessed it was because David was a worm of a man. I watched Anne, noticing her relief, but her expression remained uncertain. Kate’s revelation was a massive blow to her confidence, and one that the sales director was still processing.

“What is your title?”

“I’m the Chief Financial Officer, which you and everyone here know already.”

He seemed desperate to retain some dignity but flailing in the ocean like a drowning man.

“Which means everything to do with money at GD, in all of its forms, is partly your responsibility?”

“Yes.”

“Including managing the incoming revenues from our sales?”

“Yes.”

“I think it’s time for you to leave, David.”

Kate shrugged as if it were the most obvious course of action for him, and one that he should implement immediately. I felt it was like a Japanese World War II moment where the General casually demanded that all officers present should fall on their swords rather than continue living in shame.

“Are you firing me?”

He looked stunned; I mean genuinely surprised, and at that moment, I realized David believed himself indispensable.

“It depends on how you want your departure to look on LinkedIn. There are still a few blank sheets of paper somewhere. If you sign one of those before you leave my board room, then I don’t have to fire you, you won’t be offended and nobody will know how shit you are at being a CFO.”

I stifled a laugh when David stood up, because he walked like a robot fighting its programming, rocking around with arms and legs that struggled awkwardly. He passed by Kate to reach a pile of A4 paper with raw hatred in his eyes, matching his cowardly nature.

I grinned, daring him to say something that might excuse my reaction even though that would probably result in a meeting adjournment while an ambulance removed David. He bent over the table and scribbled a few words on a sheet of paper, which he signed, and then held out to Kate.

“Pass it to Sarah and she’ll arrange for your departure.”

Kate smiled and nodded over-enthusiastically at David, as if she couldn’t wait for him to crawl out of the room.

“We’ll have a fifteen-minute break while security helps our ex CFO pack up and get to his car. Grab yourselves a drink and we’ll meet back here to discuss solutions.”

When the room burst like an exploding ants’ nest, Anne made a beeline for Kate, who was preparing to follow everyone else to the door.

“I’m sorry, Kate, I have no excuse.”

She seemed genuinely contrite, and it impressed me. In a short time, Anne had realised the part she played in the problem and sought to make things right. Anyone who supported my girlfriend was automatically my ally, so I smiled encouragingly at the distressed woman.

“Let’s turn the page and solve this together. I’m sorry it got uncomfortable for you in the hot seat, but I don’t blame you for anything.”

Anne burst into tears. Luckily, the room was empty aside from Sarah and me and we both loitered out of the way, pretending to chat casually while ear-wigging. Kate wrapped her arms around GD’s sobbing sales director.

“Please stop worrying and always know that I am here to help you. Daddy’s company will rise again and you’ll be in the engine room with Jacob and I to make sure of that.”

“Thank you.”

Anne bowed her head. Kate handed over a few tissues and consoled her until she was ready to join the others for a break outside.

We hurried back to Kate’s office. I had to run in front to open the door for her and couldn’t understand the rush. When I closed the door behind us, she grabbed my hands and pulled me in, kissing me hard.

When her lips struck mine it felt like a volcanic eruption. Her raw emotions fed into mine and I felt the high excitement she had.

She pushed my head downwards, forcing me gently to my knees. Kate lifted her skirt up and dropped her panties, stepping out and leaving me to pick up and pocket them.

“Sorry, Jacob, but you only have about six minutes to work some magic with your lovely tongue.”

She pulled me gently into her crotch, shuffling her feet apart and pushing her thighs wide. Kate leaned back against the door and pushed her hips out, providing me with better access.

I smelled Kate’s sweet arousal and saw her lady moisture waiting to burst from two swollen and freshly shaven labia. I collected her nectar greedily, making my tongue rigid and forcing its sides into a scoop shape. Then I licked her honeydew slit from bottom to top, swallowing, while Kate shuddered on my road to ecstasy.

I sucked Kate’s clitoris, creating an intense vacuum around the swelling love nut, forcing her to wriggle and moan with delight. Then I chewed on both swollen pussy lips gently, while stimulating her clit with my nose, building our pathway to a much needed relief.

Kate had become more prolific with her juice flow since our early cunnilingus sessions. I’d reassured her to provide me more nectar, and she’d become confident knowing that I enjoyed her flavour and wanted as much of it as possible.

I went to work with fervour, determined to satisfy my girlfriend and ensure she’d get off on my tongue. I used two fingers from each hand to peel aside her pussy lips, stretching her clitoris wide and isolating it so that I could drag it vigorously up and down, then from side to side.

Every twenty-seconds, I descended back into Kate’s heavenly pussy hole, harvesting whatever juice was available. I returned to her clitoris, sucking it hard, lifting her protective hood to flick the sensitive, treasured bean inside.

“Fucking hell Jacob, you are such an accomplished pussy licker, giving a girl such magnificent head.”

I was certain her office staff must have heard Kate’s butt and head slam off the door while I worked her cunt. Then I realised why she’d had a new, heavier door installed.

When she climaxed, Kate’s knees buckled, and I held the back of her thighs so that she didn’t slide onto the floor. I kept going, licking with an intensity that forced wave after wave of intense pleasure through my beloved’s body. She squirted unicorn pee, and I gratefully swallowed while Her entire weight was supported in my hands, or by my head, face and lips that were buried in her.

Kate’s orgasm felt urgent, as she squirted more excitement down my throat like a prize that I’d worked hard for, deserved, and one that she appreciated giving me.

I knew she was ovulating, because she’d told me she was due to have her period soon, and I think that, plus her boardroom victory, helped me to make quick work of her sexual frustration.

I pinned her to the door with her weight bearing down onto me until I’d cleaned Kate properly, sucking each pussy lip dry while she rode the retreat of her climactic storm.

When she was done, I carried her to a comfortable chair where she rested for a minute before going to the toilet to freshen up.

When she returned, Kate looked relaxed, as though she’d just come home from a spa weekend and I felt happy.

“Thank you Jacob, you’re like one of those express tyre changing joints where they can service you in a few minutes.”

“I’m glad to be of service to you.”

I handed Kate her panties, and she stepped into them, smiling at me appreciatively. She tousled her hair, pulling it into a tidy state, then kissed me gratefully before taking her handbag.

We strolled back to the boardroom with Kate in a relaxed mood. The muscles controlling my tongue felt cramped, and I hadn’t had time to swill out my mouth or wipe my chin clean. I smelled and tasted of my gorgeous girlfriend and was terrified that others might notice if they got within range of my pussy breath.

“Twenty-eight of you stayed. Thank you, that’s a great sized team, although I’ll have to replace David with an actual CFO.”

“What about everyone else here, Kate?”

Simon looked concerned and was the spokesperson for others. I looked around the room and saw a mixture of happy, terror and hostility. He clasped his hands in front and nodded, pursing his lips as though frustrated.

“You’ve done the right thing in shaking the tree, but there are some good people here. What about them?”

Her eyes softened. I knew Kate to be fair, and she acknowledged it was a reasonable question.

“Anne has unfairly taken the brunt of today’s turmoil. She needs the support that all of you are here to provide her with. If you can’t get behind a sales plan that underpins a healthy business, then it’s over for all of us.

She paused for long enough to allow her words to sink in.

“I say, we should do this together.”

I noticed a few more dissenters had crossed over to join Kate’s winning team. Her words of encouragement provoked light chatter and approving nods among the directors. She allowed them to talk, and I saw people making plans, forging new relationships, and all catalysed by my girlfriend. I looked at the wall behind her to the portrait of her father, Richard.

You’d be a fucking proud dad, mate.

I sidled up close to my girlfriend, whispering.

“Fancy a chamomile tea.”

I noticed she’d slipped her heels off under the table for more comfort. Kate eyed me suspiciously.

“Chamomile tea?”

“Good for your stomach cramps, the ones coming soon.”

She looked astonished and her two blue pools of affection were all I needed to fuel my happiness.

“Oh, yes, please, Jacob!”

Her smile fuelled an explosion of happiness in my heart, and I saw the gentle Kate that everyone in the room had missed so far. I went to the self-service beverage area, smiled back, and fixed us both a chamomile tea that I knew I would hate, but didn’t care. While I worked, she brought everyone to order and continued the meeting.

“I’m willing to book rooms at the Grange hotel down the road. I’ll pick up all the costs except alcohol, for those who’ll work here through the weekend. By Monday, I’d like to see a realistic plan to move our company from declining sales to an upward tick.”

She gave them a few minutes to mull it over. Anne looked relieved and others spoke to her excitedly, asking what she needed or were offering what support they could.

“Can I have a show of hands, how many rooms am I booking?”

It was unanimous, and my Kate had prevailed.

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