Sharon meets with the CEO

Sharon exited the elevator on the top floor of the building’s 40 stories, which housed solely the executive suite and attached its many amenities. There were almost audible boing sounds coming from the giant mounds bouncing on her chest as they rubbed against the little bits of fabric that still held them in place, causing small flushes of arousal. Still, the slightly visible, slightly hard nipples underneath would be an asset in and of themselves. Her intentional sashay made sure her breasts and ass stayed in perpetual, mesmerizing motion.

Behind a desk in the lobby of the executive floor sat Mr. Burgess’s executive assistant and resident airhead, Carli, who always wrote the “i” with a heart. She was sweet, but it was obvious that she was hired for her ass length blonde hair, full lips, and form fitting clothing that hugged her generous curves. She was the topic of much gossip around the office, as nobody knew for sure what the CEO demanded of her or what she was willing to do. Sharon would almost feel bad for her, if she didn’t see her as competition in the market of slutty women willing to do what it takes. Still, Sharon was confident.

Carli looked up from her desk, startled. “Ah - you’re the one with the appointment, right? Mr. Burgess will see you no -”

Sharon didn’t wait for her to finish before opening the door to the executive office of the most powerful man at the company. The room looked more like the private study of a rich retiree than an office. Fancy paintings covered the walls, and there were several tall, dark wooden bookcases lined with leather tomes and hard-cover classics. Hell, there were even two distinct ships in bottles. The most prominent feature, though, was the large mahogany desk in front of two giant windows overlooking the city below, behind which sat one man. Mike Burgess was an older fellow. His salt and peppered hair was kept slightly longer than most men his age, and his wrinkling, though visible, was clearly being managed through skincare. He looked up, and clearly gave Sharon a thorough visual screening, though to her dismay, didn’t appear to be as turned on as she would have hoped.

“Um, your 2 o’clock is here to see you Mr. Burgess,” whimpered Carli from the lobby.

“Thank you dear. Be a lamb and close the door.”

As the door closed behind them, Mr. Burgess grunted. “Well then, please have a seat Sharon. We’ve received complaints about your treatment of your subordinates that we need to discuss.” He glanced towards the door, and then towards the mountain of cleavage facing him. “I can tell that professionalism isn’t your strong suit.”

Sharon was feeling significantly less confident than she had just a few moments ago, but she knew she could leverage her sexual appeal to help her retain her power at the company if she just played her cards right. She wiggled down into her seat and gave her flirtiest giggle as her various parts jiggled upon impact.

“As I was saying,” he spoke, “We’ve received complaints about you taunting your subordinates and threatening them with sexual harassment if they were to speak up. Thankfully, some were brave enough to come forward. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Sharon gritted her teeth, cursing at Tom in her head. She assumed that he was the snitch, and would have to think of how to punish him later to keep him under her heel. For now though, she would try to take back control of the situation.

“I don’t think I’ve done anything like that!” She breathily exclaimed while batting her eyelashes. Using her most seductive voice, she purred, “But still, I have seen my employees leering at me! It can be hard being attractive, I’m sure you can understand. Aren’t you the coolest man in the office?”

And just like that, reality shifted. Sharon batted her eyes, shamelessly flirting with the incredibly hot woman in front of her. The CEO was the topic of many of her fantasies. Michelle Burgess’s wavy auburn hair curled around her face and hung down to her shoulders. The sleeveless black turtleneck she wore exposed the perfectly smooth and unblemished skin that covered her arms, and presumably, the rest of her. The turtleneck also exposed her bulging boobs that made even Sharon feel inadequate. Still, those gravity defying honkers lay as perfect orbs on top of the CEO’s desk as she leaned forward to interrogate her unruly underling. The large leather chair behind the woman had grown a size to comfortably seat her now cushiony ass, covered by a designer skirt. As if her body wasn’t enough, diamond earrings and golden necklaces and bracelets adorned her, signaling just how rich and powerful the woman was. Sharon gulped. Michelle really was the hottest woman in the office.

“I hardly see how that’s relevant,” Michelle responded coldly. “Don’t try to distract me like you do with your workers. I clawed my way up in this industry ruled by men. I built an empire. And I did it using my superior brain, and my superior decision making. I can see where this is going. Out of fairness, I’ll allow you to respond, but don’t even think about attempting to seduce me again. Your advances aren’t the least bit effective on a woman like me.”

Sharon was really backed into a corner now. Sweat began to build between her sticky breasts as she tried to double down on her attempts.

“Of course ma’am! You’re far too smart to be distracted by attractive people, aren’t you?”

Michelle beamed as she twirled her hair in her finger. “Like, totally! I’m the big boss lady, so you’ve gotta listen to me!” Michelle’s eyes trailed down as she noticed Sharon’s readily visible cleavage. A devilish grin passed Sharon’s lips as she pushed her tits forwards with her arms. One of Michelle’s hands started to trail upwards to her breasts and the other below the desk before she stopped herself.

“Yes ma’am! And I’m so happy to get to work for a woman like you.” Sharon’s confidence was back as she regained control of the situation. She giggled and leaned further forwards.

The CEO gulped. “But um, what were we talking about again?”

“We were talking about my body. About how some people get distracted by it, just because I’m beautiful. Doesn’t that seem unfair?” Sharon’s smile was predatory.

To her credit, the most powerful woman at the company stood her ground. “That doesn’t seem right,” she frowned. “These complaints are pretty bad. You can’t just like, throw your tits around and expect everyone to be your ****. People want to work for me ‘cause they like it here. You can’t be so mean! Now you’re trying to distract me with those,” she said, pointing to Sharon’s creamy milkers. “This is wrong! You’re fired!”

Sharon chided her superior. “Come on, you don’t mean that. Besides, someone as powerful as you couldn’t be manipulated by me that easily, right?”

Michelle’s eyes lost focus and her eyes drifted back to Sharon’s juicy tits. Drool started to form in the corner of her mouth and dripped down to her own gargantuan cleavage, wetting her sweater. “Uhh…”

Sharon stood up and began to walk around the desk, wolfishly looking down at her boss-turned-conquest. “Well then, here’s how things are going to be from now on."