Keary Green

"H-Hello Mr. Myer. Myers. Sorry, Alis," said the flushed Keary Green as Alasdair shook her hands.

The familiar woman stood a foot shorter than him, which exacerbated the staggering tension running through her.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Green."

Alasdair did not think placing her in his mind would be so difficult. He was sharp enough. Head-to-toe, the top dog gathered details about Keary, who struggled to speak further. First thing he noticed, Keary had broad, though rounded shoulders, unlike most women he knew. Despite her compact figure, her plump middle region established the lady as no stranger to an all-you-could-eat buffet. Her adipose mass, while not unattractive, took away from any curvaceousness of her apple shape.

Second thing he noted were her delicate facial details, granting her an elementary and innocent aura. The irony was not beyond his ken. Keary's brown doe eyes, roman nose, and ample lips on a woman like Martina would undeniably tighten the lap of his slacks. He imagined his work days would comprise him stroking his persistent, stiff cock. But Keary's features on Keary, coupled with her nervous mannerisms, made her look juvenile.

Virtually boyish.

Virtually boyish?

At that moment, Alasdair's eyes widened. Directing his view further downwards, he noted the third, yet most important thing about Keary Green. Keary quickly covered her groin, though that only confirmed the analytical man's sentiments. Alasdair smiled, crueller than kind, rooting the trembling woman in her spot. His gaze never deviated upon retracting his hands, which he brushed at his pants' side. Tears dampened her vacant look before she spoke.

"P-please Alis. Don't do this to me," she said with a quiet, yet mouse-like squeak. "Please not here."

She was trembling so much that Alasdair thought she would either fall or wet herself. His smirk intensified. He still possessed the same power over Keary from since they were in school.

"Of course, my little dickgirl, I will be on my best behaviour," spoke the top dog. His deep, husky voice as low as could go.

The youthful woman clenched her fists, stepping away from Alasdair and returning to her colleagues.

"Now that introductions are over, let us head over to the conference room. Please follow me," said Martina, opening a silver door to a warmly lit area.

Alasdair and Martina sat opposite one another around the long, black metallic table. The representatives sat at the end of the table near the large, flat screen television. After logging into the computer via the keyboard before her, the inSite wallpaper appeared on the television. Martina passed the hardware to Jun-Ho, who offered a wink and smile. The black woman chuckled at the gesture. Alasdair paid no attention, currently zeroing in on the seated Keary, who actively avoided his eye contact.

Dr. Prince opened the white box he carried, revealing the Latitude cN. After quick examination, Jun-Ho diligently connected the device's interface with the keyboard; finalising the connection by plugging his flash drive. Once the display popped up on screen, replacing the inSite logo with ARK industries', Jun-Ho's showman's expression returned. Dr. Prince settled in the seat to Jun-Ho's right as the man spoke.

"Everything is all set!" exclaimed the European Asian male. "Let us start the presentation with demonstration."