Disaster planning

I pulled into the lot a bit early (since my travel time usually accounted for traffic, I had made better than average time after I got rid of that). I was ruminating on my failure. I had wanted to go 'back to normal' for a bit. That bit hadn't turned out to be less than a day and not even making it out of my driveway before I gave into temptation. I was a little worried I might be becoming a sex addict. I closed my car and walked inside to a hurricane.

Merianne O'Connor, account exec, was a raging bitch. The earlier issue that had resulted in being stuck in town for the holiday had been because of her, and she had thrown the office into turmoil again by creating a huge problem with another one of our clients. I got the story from several panicked staffers: she had gone off and told the client's director of advertising that his store's use of big-busted models was demeaning to women, and not something our agency should be party to. This of course turned into them thinking we were breaking our contract, which got around to other clients (advertising is a very word-of-mouth business), and now in addition to trying to keep us from losing the original client, various people were making other frantic phone calls trying to assure everyone that this was not the case and they didn't need to worry about their own work with us. The cherry on top was that it wasn't even an account she was assigned to.

I didn't even make it to my office when I got grabbed and bodily pulled inside by Michelle Hawks, our VP. She slammed the door closed in frustration as I tried to put my briefcase down. "Tom, we've got to get rid of her. The damn store's business is selling sexy lingerie! Of course they're going to use models with big boobs. I tried talking some sense into her, but she's on a damn crusade all of sudden. I told her to worry about her own accounts, but she just won't listen. And you know it's not the first time. We need to talk to Mark."

Mark Vincent was our agency president. He had started slipping into lethargy when his wife died five years ago, so I didn't have high hopes that talking to him would do much good. He adamantly refused to admit to himself that his fire was gone, clinging on despite Michelle actually running most things these days. He was wealthy, healthy, and vigorous for his age (60); he should have been enjoying life on some beach, but he couldn't face the retirement alone, and kept coming into the office to avoid his empty home. We all felt for him, which is why even as she took on more and more of his work, Michelle had never tried to **** him out (also, he wasn't oblivious to how much she was doing, and at this point she was making more than he did). The other problem, the one that kept coming back around, was that Merianne was the orphaned daughter of one of his early business associates. Mark was big on loyalty, and kept coming up with excuses to not fire her.

So half an hour later, Michelle and I came out of Mark's office with the exact results expects: he'd made excuses, he'd promised to think about it, he'd said we were making a big deal out of nothing, that the account wasn't that important anyway (it was, and anyway the fallout from it with our other clients was becoming an even bigger headache), and a dozen other things. What he hadn't done agree to fire her, which was the only way we were ever going to have along term solution. "That's it," Michelle said when we got back to her office. "I like Mark as much as you or anybody else, but this is going to drown the entire agency if it continues. I hate to say this, but we've got to get everybody together and **** him out." Our agency was set up so if a 5 of the seven partners agreed, we could remove Mark as president. His replacement would then have the authority to hire and fire. I had no doubt we could muster the votes; if it came to that, I'd be one of them. But Mark would be crushed, and I wanted to avoid it. Before, there might not have been options, but as of this weekend (ironically thanks to an earlier, less serious issue created by Merianne herself keeping me in town), I could engineer something. Once again, so much for not using my powers.

"I agree with you in principle," I said, "We have to fix this. Please give me till the end of the day to find another solution. It will take at least that long to untangle this mess anyway, and we don't need more chaos. If I can't find a fix by then, I'll help you move Mark out." She agreed (both about the chaos and giving me time); she was no more anxious than I was to throw Mark under the bus than I was if we didn't have to, and I took my lunch early and went to a nearby restaurant to make up a plan.

"I'll have a double cheeseburger deluxe with fries, a cup of coffee, and a blowjob," I told the waitress when she came, making that a normal order. I was stressed out from the morning and figured I would plan better this way. The waitress was a pretty blond named Diana (according to her name tag); I wasn't looking for anything fancy so I didn't pay much more attention to her (I would later be a little embarrassed at how cavalierly I treated her), though I did make sure her tables were covered by other waitresses. She put the order in and was back quickly, putting the coffee in front of me, then crawling under the table to unzip my pants and begin sucking me. I had the basics of the plan worked out, already, and I figured once I blew my load I could work out the fine details over my sandwich.

Our real problem was Mark. Merianne could be eliminated by tossing her over a cliff, but I had to find a way to let Mark go that he would be happy with, or I knew all of us would be miserable. Mark didn't want to go because he was afraid he'd be bored and lonely in retirement; all his plans for spending time with his wife had died with her. So two birds with one stone: give him a beautiful and devoted wife and he could retire happily? Merianne could be his new, devoted, loving young wife, he could retire to spend time with her, and everyone wins (except Merianne, but I felt she had earned this). She was only 25, but I figured I could just set Mark back to 30 and he wouldn't mind (not that he or anyone would notice); giving him a few extra years wasn't a horrible retirement gift. Merianne's personality wasn't great, and she didn't really like Mark, but that could be adjusted. Despite the fact I was talking about basically making Merianne a new person, I found I didn't have many qualms about it; she was a lousy human being and the world would be better off. Maybe 'absolute power' was corrupting me a little bit.

By the is point, Diana's sucking had had its desired effect, so I concentrated on her ministrations a few minutes, then grabbed her head and pulled her tight against me, shoving my cock as far into her as it would go before sending my sperm into her belly. I leaned back in the seat, and Diana cleaned off my dick. She crawled out from under the table and thanked me for giving her my cum, then left to get my cheeseburger. I cleaned her up as an afterthought, then went back to finalizing my nearly complete plan. Diana returned with my food and asked if there was anything else she could do for me. I decided to keep her around a little longer, and told her she could sit across the booth from me and masturbate until I was done. She slid in to the other side of the booth, propping her legs up on the table so I had a good view, pulled aside her panties (she was in a skirt), and begin fingering herself."Take off your blouse and bra and play with your tits," I told her; she had a nice looking set and I figured this would make the view even better. Several customers had walked past me (I was at a booth near the door); none so much as glanced at this site of a waitress, her shirt and bra open, legs spread wide and propped on the table, fingering herself with one hand and fondling herself with the other while I ate a cheeseburger.

Looking at Diana's rather large boobs pointed out a small flaw in my plan: Mark, preferred women who were rather buxom, while Merianne was only a small B-cup (actually not far off my preference, but he would like them larger). I wanted Mark to be happy, and I'll admit I liked the irony, given the incident, that brought this all on, so I increases Merianne's breasts to DD. No one else would consider this to be a change, but I let Merianne notice it. I wondered what her reaction would be to her breasts suddenly ballooning out in front of her. Since her ultraconservative dress would never be able to take it, I changed her clothes to a super-short skirt, black stockings, stilletto heels, and a tight, lowcut, ruffled, pink blouse, the kind of thing I was sure she would berate anyone she saw wearing. I admit I was being a bit evil here, but I had been really pissed at her for a long time (these were far from the first issues she had created), and I was getting back at her a bit. I didn't have to imagine this, I had her appear next me, on the inner side on the U-Shaped booth, caught between me and the still masturbating Diana.

There she was in the booth, trying to hide two huge mounds projecting from her chest. She was actually feeling herself up when she appeared, starting at herself in confusion. "You're looking great, Merianne," I said, gesturing with a fry. "Been working out? I have to say, I like your outfit.

"What's going on?" she wailed. "How, what... WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!" she shrieked (that last part because I let her notice Diana furiously fingering herself). She was frantically trying to pull down her skirt with one hand while she looked around for help and waved frantically, but none of the other diners was paying the least attention to anything but their own meals and conversations The frantic waving to get attention made her enhanced assets shake around like crazy, only increasing her panic.

"So, I brought you over here because I was curious to see what you looked like now. It's very interesting." I said. "I made it happen, by the way," I added offhandedly. This was the first time I had let someone realize what I was doing.

"Huh? What do you mean? she replied. "You're nuts."

"So you came into work today dressed like that, and with those... protuberances?" I replied. "And you got here... How? Anyway, I don't really want to discuss that with you. You have been a thorn in everyone's side for a while..." I was interrupted by Diana cumming violently. I had her get down and put herself together then go back to work, as I continued. "You aren't going to be a problem for everyone anymore. You know, Merianne, you're actually quite a beauty like that," I through in, gesturing at her ensemble and especially her breasts. "I'm tempted to give you a quick fuck, but that wouldn't be fair to your husband," I added, getting up. I pulled a random amount out of my infinite wallet and left it on the table, and Merianne, against her will, got up and calmly followed me, standing and posing next to the table. I looked her over; she really did have a nice body, although she had trouble with the heals till I fixed that for her. Mark was going to be a very happy man.

"My... h-husband?" she stammered, breathing heavily. we were in the way so come customers brushed past us, paying her state no mind.

"Congratulations on your engagement, I added. "I'll give you all the details this afternoon." With that, she was suddenly back at the office, as if she had never left, fully aware but unable to do anything but carry on (in a much more civil manner than before; there would not be another incident before I finished up with things).

Based on "My Reward" by Azil