Annabelle Herman, Bank President.

"You may go in, Mister Benny." The man stated as he held the door to the President’s office open for him. "Miss Herman will be with you shortly."

Benny walked into the bank president's office, walked up to the mahogany desk and with one arm flung the carefully arranged objects on it to the floor. He sat on the desk and waited. It only took a minute before his 53-year-old, divorced regional bank president hurried into the office, locked the door behind her and began hastily removing her clothes.

"My apology, Master, there was urgent work, I deeply regret your inconvenience."

Benny saw her cringe as she saw the mess on the floor. He smiled as she bit her lip and crawled to him, kissing the top of his shoe. She had learned not to complain.

"The others?" He asked, referring to the two hottest women that worked at this bank, naturally also under his control.

"They will be here shortly, Master, please entertain yourself however you wish as you are forced to wait." She said, still kissing his shoe.

He pulled his foot away and stood up. "You serve one purpose, I have no wish to entertain myself with you."

"Of course, Master." She said, crawling behind him pathetically. "Shall I start the meeting now?"

"Are the others here, Annabelle?" He said impatiently.

"No, master."

"Then shut up. I will not abide listening to your mouth without compensation."

Annabelle Herman, president of all the branch banks in the city, was lost on what to do. This woman was incredibly smart, relentlessly ambitious and ruthlessly selfish, she was also on all fours in her own office looking up at her master, trying to figure out if she should acknowledge his statement or keep her mouth shut. She settled for crawling to him and kissing the top of his shoe again.

Benny laughed. He had given very clear instructions on how these meetings were to be conducted, but hadn't given Annabelle direction on what to do if the other slaves were delayed.

A knock on the door and a soft voice saying "It's Emily, Master." Let Benny know the others had arrived. He gestured to Annabelle and she dutifully crawled to the door, unlocked it and let the others in. A young, leggy blonde fresh out of college, slender but with great tits and a model’s face walked in. Right behind her was a gym bunny in her late twenties or early thirties with short black hair, thick thighs and a fantastic ass.

Both of them bowed and apologized as they stripped naked.

"Would you like to punish this slut's ass with your superior cock, master?" The blonde asked as she turned and bent over, presenting her naked ass to him.

It was tempting, but Benny had come four times already. . . Strike that, he forgot the new girl in the coffee shop, he'd come five times already and had plans for tonight so he didn't want to do anything now. But that didn’t mean he was going to sit through this meeting without some entertainment.

"No one will be touching me this meeting." Benny stated. "Annabelle, how should they entertain me?"

Annabelle was one of his favorite slaves. He loved how she obeyed quickly and fully but failed to hide her disdain for him and the things he made her do. He also loved how petty and sadistic she could be, especially with the two women currently in the room.

"Master, Claire should masterbate Emily to orgasm. If Emily cries out Claire wins, if she can stay quiet she wins."

"I like it." Benny replied, "But switch the roles, Emily will sit on your chair and do everything she can to get Claire to come loudly. Claire will sit in her lap and try to stay quiet. I'll decide who won and Anabelle will be in charge of punishing the loser tonight." Benny wanted to see Claire's thick thighs shake and watch her squirt all over her boss's expensive leather desk chair. He smiled as he saw Annabelle's eyes drift worriedly to that chair as she scurried to get her notes off the floor.

"The primary investment portfolio has been doing wonderfully, Master." Annabelle started but Benny tuned her out. It would all be in the print out she gave him at the end. In fact, if it wasn't for Claire with her fat ass interrupting his first meeting with Annabelle these updates would likely be sent in an E-Mail instead of delivered here in such an entertaining way.

He watched Emily work, but it was clear she didn't know too well what she was doing, and at the current pace Claire would likely win by virtue of never having an orgasm. That wasn’t entertaining at all. Benny looked at Claire, signaled her to meet his gaze and sent her a little nudge of a suggestion. A moan started to escape her lips as the arousal he instilled in her hit. She gasped and put a hand over her mouth.

"No hands, Claire, nothing to your mouth, you have to be strong." Benny said with a smile. The way Claire squirmed now was making this meeting worth his time. Her hips were bucking, her eyes wild as she bit harder on her lip to avoid making sounds.

"As I was saying, master, Emily, Claire and I consolidating our living expenses into the one apartment has freed up another $5000 a month, bringing the total deposits to. . ."

Claire shook as a powerful orgasm overtook her, her thighs clenching and shaking perfectly. She moaned, but it was low and stifled. Not at all enough for Emily to win. It was quite beautiful to watch Claire struggle. Emily was starting to get desperate, and not knowing how to better pleasure a woman, was just fucking Claire with her fingers with one hand while abusing her tits with the other hand.

"Fuck." Benny hadn't expected it to be this hot watching them. Emily starting to panic as she realized she might lose, Claire gripping the arms of the chair intensely as she fought herself to stay quiet as she came again. The look on Annabelle's face as her chair was soaked by the sweat and cum of her employees.

"Any further questions, Master?" Annabelle asked, but she wasn't even looking at him anymore, her gaze fixed on the two women desperately fighting to avoid her wrath, and the mess they were leaving on her chair.

"I think we are good. You have my printout?" Benny asked. Tears were streaming down Emily's face as she brutally assaulted the sensitive parts of her colleague in a last ditch effort. Claire's eyes had rolled back into her head, but she was only whimpering quietly.

Annabelle practically threw the three-page summary of his finances into his chest. He smiled at her anger; Emily would be having fun tonight.

"That's all ladies. Stop now." Benny stated.

Emily let go of Claire and slumped, tears ran down her face. Claire started to slide off the chair and struggled to catch herself, exhausted and drunk on the pleasure his command and Emily's abuse inflicted on her.

"Sorry Emily, but we all know who won." Benny said and Emily nodded sadly.

Benny gave one last look to Annabelle, standing at the edge of the desk fuming and glaring at her expensive and thoroughly soiled desk chair. A last, wicked thought flashed into his brain.

"Annabelle, clean your chair with your tongue and then fix up this mess of an office." He commanded.

"Yes, Master." She responded with a bow, rage burning in her eyes.

"Oh, and have Claire film Emily's punishment and send the video to me. I expect you will be creative."

"Yes Master." Annabelle hissed in reply.

Benny laughed as he left the bank. It should be an interesting night.