Callum takes over successfully

“Mr Drake? Mr Drake, are you still with us?”

The voice from the computer pulled him back. Callum blinked and focused on the screen again. His mother’s tits and thighs still framed the edges of the feed.

“Oh yeah, sorry. Bad connection. What were you saying?”

He kept the sheepish tone light.

“Nothing much, Mr Drake. We were just concluding our meeting. We are thrilled to be working with you. We assume you will have an internal meeting with the people at your branch to inform them of the change?”

“Oh yeah. I’ll call in a meeting shortly.”

He finished the last of the polite goodbyes, ended the call and closed the meeting window. The screen went dark. Callum stood up from the chair and stretched, rolling his shoulders. He walked around to the front of the desk.

From this angle he had a perfect view of his mother’s fit ass. The surface had a plasticy sheen under the office lights. He reached out and rubbed one hand over the curve. It felt firm and completely unyielding, cool under his palm. The squat pose kept her thighs locked around the monitor, the rubber pussy visible just beneath the bottom edge of the screen.

She had been a pretty good pc holder, but he needed her a little more discreet for the next few minutes while he caught the in-house staff up on the change in leadership. He took the remote out of his pocket, pointed it at her, and pressed the aware but obedient button.

“Stationary blowjob machine.”

The light enveloped her body. She jerked a few times in place. Then the new command took hold. She carefully set the monitor down on the desk, stood up and walked over to the far corner of the room. Once there, she knelt with her legs pressed together, opened her mouth wide and froze in place.

“Oooh, so this is what a real-life blowjob machine is like, huh?”

Callum walked over to the corner where his mother knelt. She looked exactly like herself, same dark chestnut hair, same full face, same heavy tits and thick thighs, only every inch of her skin carried a smooth, plastic-like sheen that caught the office lights. The surface was too perfect, too glossy, like she had been polished. She stayed perfectly still, legs pressed together, mouth open wide and waiting.

He stopped in front of her and knocked lightly on her forehead, right between the eyes.

“Hello!! Anybody home?”

He said it mockingly, knowing full well she wouldn’t answer. Her new identity kept her frozen and silent, but he could almost feel the real Margot screaming inside that plastic body, furious and helpless. The thought made him smile.

Curious, he slipped his thumb into her open mouth. The moment the digit crossed her lips the jaw closed around it. She began sucking at once, slow and thorough, tongue rolling over the pad of his thumb like it was the only job she had ever been given. The inside of her mouth was wet and warm, but the lips and cheeks still carried that same unnatural plastic sheen. Callum laughed under his breath at the sensation.

A knock sounded at the office door.

Callum’s smirk widened. He stepped away, grabbed the sheet he had pulled from the wardrobe earlier, and threw it over her. The cloth settled across her shoulders and head, hiding the naked body and the still-open mouth. It was a risky move, having her under there while people walked into the room, but the thrill of it all made his cock hard. He knew his mother would be petrified underneath the sheet, terrified of being discovered by her own employees in that state.

He settled back into the chair behind the desk and called out.

“Come in, please.”

The door opened. His mother’s secretary, Camila, stepped in first, followed by the three main department heads of the facility. They arranged themselves in an awkward line in front of the desk, none of them quite sure where to look.

“Thanks for coming in. I believe all of you got the memo?” Callum said, keeping his tone light and nonchalant.

The HR head, a middle-aged woman with a tight bun, spoke first. Her voice carried clear annoyance.

“Yes, Callum, but where is Miss Drake? Why is she not responding to any of our calls?”

Callum let his eyes flick once toward the sheet-covered figure in the corner before answering.

“I assure you Miss Drake is closer than you may realise. She’s just had a lot on her mind and needed a break. It’s not like she has left the country or anything.”

The HR woman closed her mouth. The others glanced at Camila as if expecting her to push the point.

“But… Callum…” Camila began.

Callum raised one finger and cut her off.

“That’s Mr Drake to you now, Camila.”

He injected just enough fake annoyance into the words to make it sting. Inside he felt a sharp little rush. Damn, so this is what power felt like.

Camila’s cheeks turned red. “OH! Sorry, Mr Drake. It’s just that I didn’t see Miss Drake leave her office today. Did she leave from the fire exit?”

Shit. He hadn’t accounted for that detail. But the secretary had handed him the perfect excuse without meaning to.

“Oh yeah. She was in such a hurry she said she didn’t want to deal with anyone at all.”

The four of them didn’t look convinced, but there was nothing they could do about it. They simply nodded. Callum leaned forward slightly, putting on the confident smile he had practised earlier.

“I assure you, as the new caretaker of Drake Industries, we shall achieve great things together.”

The employees returned professional smiles and polite nods. One by one they filed out. Camila was the last to reach the door. Callum called after her.