Bob’s new job

Elizabeth looks at the memo everybody received this morning.

“Important information for all staff.

Dear colleagues,

As you all know, my father retired last week from his position as CEO of our company.

Trusting me, his only daughter, with the future of our company, he gave me the keys to drive us all toward success. You probably do not know me but I have been working as a PA for my father for the last 2 years and I know all the ins and outs of our company.

In this first week I had to take hard decisions.

The new world we live in cannot be managed as it was under my father. Today, we need a strong partner to avoid falling prey to the edge funds that have been aggressively courting my father for the last few months. It is, with this goal in mind, that I have decided to sell all my shares to our new mother company: Eternico.

As you will learn for yourselves over the course of the transition period, Eternico has a very specific way of conducting business and we will all need to adapt. But let me reassure you, there is a job and role for each and every one of you in the new infrastructure. Mrs. Delilah, Eternico’s director and founder, has decided to keep me as CEO. To reflect our commitment to this new way of thinking, I have rebranded us EternicIncorporated.

Within the next few weeks, headquarters will dispatch a representative to each local branch to assess each and every one of you to find you the most suitable position.

And do not forget to leave your windows unlocked at night.”

Elizabeth does not understand the last comment; she dismisses it shaking her head. She is impatient to meet her new boss. The previous one disappeared a couple of weeks ago and headquarters has dispatched this Robert Sinclair to fill in and probably conduct the assessment of the staff.

He is already late.

A few minutes later, she identifies him following the HR bitch, Samantha. Elizabeth cannot stop herself from finding him quite handsome with that red bowtie and thin moustache. Quite a fashion statement for a man his age.

“This is Robert Sinclair…” for once Samantha is not bossy at all, she even looks a bit disconnected.

“I prefer Bob,” the man says in a surprisingly deep and warm voice.

“This is Bob Sinclair, our new manager in charge of investigations. Bob,” she giggles, “meet Elizabeth, she will be handling your calls, your coffee and your agenda… if she manages to… I leave you two to it. Mister Byrne has requested a meeting with you at ten thirty.”

There we go again, that’s the Samantha Elizabeth knows. The bitch turns around and leaves the office. On the collar of her shirt Elizabeth spots a weird looking red stain.

“Good morning M. Sinclair,” she says eager to make a good impression.

“As I already said, I prefer Bob, not M. Sinclair” he replies.

Elizabeth is troubled by the intensity of the man’s look.

“I… Bob. Good morning Bob…” she stutters.

“So, Elizabeth, why don’t you step into my office? I love to know the people I work with.”

Elizabeth is puzzled, the tone he used when he said “know” was strange, as if he meant something else. Definitely this man is weird. She steps in the large office.

“Why don’t you close those curtains? I’m not very fond of daylight.”

Elizabeth complies. The room is now very dark.

“Could you turn on the lights?” she asks.

“We’ll do that later, once we’ve established a few ground rules…”

She can sense Bob just behind her. A hand cups her ass. She should be screaming **** but something tells her not too, a promise. He pulls her shirt down, freeing her tits, trapping her arms. His mouth lingers for a moment on her neck, his lips part. His cold tongue forks through his teeth leaving a trail of wetness from the middle of her shoulder to the base of her hair. She cannot help it, her pussy is overflowed with delicious moisture. Her hands forage behind her back. It has been so long since a man has had such an effect on her. She finds the hard member pushing through the fabric of the tuxedo’s pants. The mouth on her neck is now sucking on her skin. She feels light headed, a powerful orgasm builds up in her guts.

***

Elizabeth is back at her desk; she has the worst neck ache ever and she doesn’t remember how she got here. Mechanically she walks to the window and pulls the curtain on the setting sun. She sees the time, it’s almost ‪five o’clock‬ in the afternoon, she should have been on her way home by now, to her cats, to her romantic novels… But what has happened to her? She can’t remember.

“Elizabeth, I’ll be leaving now, thanks a thousand for your great work, I’ll be coming a bit late ‪tomorrow, around two PM‬… and don’t forget to wear the sunscreen.”

Bob leaves the office with a magnificent smile. She definitely loves her new boss…

Why the hell would she think that? And what was that about sunscreen? Damn she’s thirsty.

***

As he drives back home in the family hearse, Bob enjoys the fresh air of the early night. It was a very good first day, first he met this stupid HR girl, then he had a quick run with his new assistant and then he established the parameters of his job with his new “boss”. After that, he had a coffin delivered to his office and spent the afternoon enjoying Elizabeth’s favors tucked in the satin walls of the small wooden box. She’ll do a very good thrall this one.

He definitely hopes that Electra and Summer enjoyed their day as much as he did. Bob always loves to move into a new town. New people to taste, new fuck thralls to turn, more chaos to spread with class. Bob does not like routine.