Settling into a routine

Things more or less settled into a routine. My helpers were all punctual and did their jobs efficiently and professionally. I fucked all of them, but it wasn't an every day event. Sometimes things were quiet, other times things were wild. But, at the end of the day, their work was done and I was happy.

I think that my three ladies all knew of each other, even if they didn't know each other personally. Obviously, Melanie and Amber knew each other, but I think Patty knew that there were others giving me 'extra services' as well. Amazingly, none seemed to mind. If anything, it just spurred them all to outdo one another, to my delight.

Things were going smoothly until an issue with work came up. The CEO's daughter was in charge of the new site I was working on. Naturally, being the CEO's daughter ensured that she was a bitch. Compounding that was the fact that she was his only heir, and she was ADOPTED. So, yeah...she was daddy's little princess, and a nightmare to deal with.

It was eventually decided that I had to go into the office and meet with her face-to-face. Ugh.

I drove into the conference room to meet with my executioner. The room was simple - white walls, two large windows that looked out to the parking lot, and a large, wooden, oval conference table. At the far end sat my nemesis.

Lin Jacobson was definitely an attractive young woman. She was Asian - Chinese, I believe - and always dressed in the latest, hip fashion. She always knew how to accentuate what shape she did have. Tight shorts, tight shirts, jeans that highlighted her little, round ass - she had an innate knack for looking good. It was a shame she had to ruin it by opening her mouth.

"Mrs. Rosilin, please shut the door."

"Yes, ma'am."

Lin and I both waited for the secretary to close the door before talking.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Pete?"

"Excuse me?!"

"The site needs to be done by the end of the week, yet all I keep hearing about are delays. 'I need time for this', 'I need time for that.' Fuck, how hard can it be?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm working my ass off on this project. It's not my fault that you keep changing the way you want it to look. I mean, how many goddamn revisions have you sent me? And it's not like I'm getting any help, either. I specifically asked for Johnson to help me out on the graphics, so I could get the backend finished, but you have him working on another one of your pet projects!"

"I need Johnson right where he is!"

"Fine! Then why don't you get off your ass and help out? You want this thing finished? Then you might as well raise a finger and do some productive work on it yourself! Then maybe, just maybe, you'll get it through your thick head that I'm actually working, and that you can't just wave a magic wand to get results! It takes time, it takes effort, and I'll be damned if I'm going to have you question my integrity or work ethic!"

Lin's glare could've frozen a volcano.

"Fine," she said through gritted teeth. "I'll be over at your place at 4:30. Maybe then you can...'educate'...me."

Oh fuck...what did I just do?