𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 ˖ ⁺ ‧ ₊ ˚ ❰ 𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢. & 𝔫𝔢𝔬𝔫 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 ❱

[reverie.]

˖ ⁺ ‧ ₊ ˚ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠                                                                                         ʙ ʏ  ʀ ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ ɪ ᴇ .  ᴀ ɴ ᴅ  ɴ ᴇ ᴏ ɴ  ᴅ ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴍ        ​

 

[Neon Dream]

auguste klein. ᴀ ꜱ ꜱ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ,  ᴘ ᴏ ɪ ꜱ ᴇ ᴅ  &  ʙ ʟ ᴜ ɴ ᴛ  ❪ 53 ❫ ​

The interior walls of Kainon Entertainment were lined with many different kinds of advantages built-in, one of those happening to be sound deadeners; those surrounded the large, vaunted top-floor office of Auguste Klein, the C.E.O. of the company, and therefore one of the most powerful men within the entire industry. He had it all, and Kainon produced many different quality TV programs and even dabbled in films as well, along with providing digital services to many different providers. This is what had allowed them to become such a stellar leader within the realm of entertainment, supplying the underlying linchpin that had then built up their assets, as well as what they tended to develop. Within that space, Sophie Simmons had made quite a name for herself during her time with Kainon. She was talented, resourceful, had shown remarkable facility and the ability to manage many different ongoing contracts, talent, management all at once. It was her navigation of juggling so much simultaneously that had made her the target for a swift promotion, which had come when one of her very own project managers had offered her the recently opened position of personal assistant to one Auguste Klein. She had naturally agreed, even before Klein had the chance to interview her himself. Hmm. However, he had strongly suspected that he had seen that particular face before, somewhere. He happened to be proven correct, coming to find out a bit more about the job at the Indigo Club that Ms. Simmons had previously worked and very much neglected to mention on her resume. Uon learning of such, Auguste had made some calls and obtained several photos and even two full videos of her routine, and all the ample bits of her deliciously delightful flesh that were on display there. Now, she sat in front of him having been summoned - their first meeting ever - and she was in the non-descript chair looking remarkably lovely with that gorgeous blonde hair trailing down freely along with her black top and tan skirt, mixed with those black stockings underneath. This would be quite interesting indeed. "Ms. Simmons," he began, standing up and brushing flat against his navy blue slacks, matching his ruffling suit coat as he made his way over to the opposite side of the desk right before the pretty femme, folding his hands over his aquamarine shirt and light blue-patterned tie across his chest for a single moment." "Welcome to your new position here, serving me." The words came from his lips easily in that dark baritone voice of his, a touch of the German accent coming out, laced with heavy meaning." "However, I think you neglected to mention your work at the Indigo Club when you applied for this job, did you not? Specifically, this kind of work," he added, tossing the stack of photos in front of her. There were so many of her with her flimsy top barely covering her perky tits as they bounced freely while she danced, or her grinding her slick, barely-covered pussy on older men's laps with a huge smile on her features. At the same time, while saying this, he reached out and brushed her blonde locks downward slowly, making contact deliberately and breaking the veil of any kind of decorum that might have prevented him from doing so. ""What are we going to do about this then, hmm? I have ideas but could listen to what you might have to say," he intoned, before falling silent and gently, slowly teasing with those fingertips constantly lining across her tender tresses. ​

━━━   ᴄ ᴇ ᴏ  ᴏ ꜰ  ᴋ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴏ ɴ  ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴍ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ━━━​

dialogue: 496478

 

[reverie.]

sophie simmons. ʜ ᴀ ʀ ᴅ ᴡ ᴏ ʀ ᴋ ɪ ɴ ɢ ,  ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴍ ɪ ɴ ᴇ ᴅ  &  ᴄ ᴀ ʀ ɪ ɴ ɢ  ❪ 26 ❫ ​

If someone had told Sophie that she'd be Mr. Klein's personal assistant only one year after starting working at Kainon Entertainment—or at all—she'd have laughed in their face. But somehow she had managed to impress the right people with her hard work, and now she was moving up to the top floor. She even got her own desk that she could decorate as she pleased. And that was exactly what she'd been doing when Mr. Klein summoned her to his office, which was right next to her desk. She'd seen him before—perhaps more on a screen or paper than in real life—but he was no less intimidating up close. It was hard not to let her eyes wander as he motioned for her to take a seat. He knew he was a lot older than her, but he was an attractive man. And his suit looked more expensive than her entire wardrobe and she almost felt bad for wearing something cheap. "Thank you, Sir. I am very excited to start working with you." Despite all the gossip she'd participated in while she started working there, at least that was true. Her previous colleagues had laughed at her and wished her luck when she'd accepted the proposition. They'd always talked about how stupid someone had to be to say yes to work for him. Mr. Klein was known for having high expectations of everyone working for him and this wasn't the first time he needed a new assistant. How long had the previous girl lasted? If Sophie's memory served her right, his last assistant had started after Sophie, so under a year. She was determined to last a lot longer than that. But that was before he brought up her past. Sophie opened her mouth to tell him he was wrong, that she'd never even heard of that club, when he tossed a stack of photos in her lap. Her eyes widened at the sight of the half-naked girl in them. She didn't need to study the girl to know that it was her. Even a blind man could see the resemblance. Reaching out to collect the photos, she quickly stacked them and turned them upside down. "I don't know how you got a hold of these," she began, her face flushed when she met his gaze. "But this is highly inappropriate." She'd worked as a dancer—some may call it stripper—at the Indigo Club when she was in desperate need of money during college, but no one was supposed to know that. Even Sophie was trying to forget about it. "I only worked there for a couple of months," she told him. "And I can assure you—I do not work there anymore." She fiddled with the hem of her skirt, obviously uncomfortable talking about it. If there was one thing she wasn't proud of, it was her time working there. How many men had seen her body? Those flimsy undergarments didn't really hide shit and she'd pretended she enjoyed grinding herself against men's laps. Never again. "It wasn't really a job," she admitted. If anything, it was a fucking mistake. "And certainly not relevant for this line of work." She would have never gotten a job at Kainon Entertainment, and certainly not as Mr. Klein's personal assistant if they knew she had a history of being a stripper, despite her journey being short. The young woman didn't move as Mr. Klein brushed his fingers through her blonde hair. "I'm sorry, Sir, but I don't think I understand what you're implying." Her pulse increased rapidly as she tried to remain calm in her seat. What did he mean, ideas? "Like I said, this isn't relevant at all. I don't even know how you got these—" She held up the stack of photos without glancing at them. "But you had no right to dig into my past. I am good at what I do, Sir. I didn't get this job because I flashed my tits to Greg." Despite her sharp tone, it was easy to see how uncomfortable she was. His standing so close certainly didn't help her nerves. "I can assure you that this won't become a problem. I will be the best assistant you've ever had," she promised. "You just have to give me a chance." And she was not going to make him regret it.​

━━━  ᴍ ʀ .  ᴋ ʟ ᴇ ɪ ɴ ' ꜱ  ᴘ ᴇ ʀ ꜱ ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ  ᴀ ꜱ ꜱ ɪ ꜱ ᴛ ᴀ ɴ ᴛ  ━━━​

dialogue: 70655e

 

[Neon Dream]

auguste klein. ᴀ ꜱ ꜱ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ,  ᴘ ᴏ ɪ ꜱ ᴇ ᴅ  &  ʙ ʟ ᴜ ɴ ᴛ  ❪ 53 ❫ ​

Already, Auguste had chosen to violate her private space deliberately with his dangerous finger that slid around within her blonde locks, coiling and curling, stroking through, getting a sense of her tresses within his own fingertips personally. Rich and soft, the very hue of her hair told him much, which anyone might be able to assume about blondes if they were to make the stereotypical sorts of guesses. She had bucked the trend, though, in her time in Kainon, and in fact had made it quite clear to him that she was indeed very good at her job. Well, were it not for that, they wouldn't be having any kind of a conversation in the first place. As it was, he happened to know that, which made those devious photos all the more incriminating. Devastating, one might say. "I would have to agree with you that these are highly inappropriate," he stated, not bothering to move away from her for the time being and, in fact, getting up deliberately from the lean that he had against the desk upon which he had been comfortably resting in order to move forward, slow and steady, and then reposition himself so that he was standing behind the femme carefully. From her, he caught the waves of her luscious hair as it came down freely. The male saw her poised, straight neckline, as well as how the garment which she wore rested upon her broad shoulders. The remainder of her figure was a nicely-poised frame that he quite liked to watch whenever he was given the opportunity to do so, and therefore he knew all of her killer curves quite well. While he would come down to exploring those also, for now this was all about setting the terms, and the pace. "Remember, I had the meeting with Mr. Adams yesterday. How do you think it would have gone if he'd seen you in this kind of compromising position, hmm? One may talk, word gets around," Auguste shrugged loosely. "That would have been a disaster." The photo in question that he'd lifted up had her smiling and stretching out on him, reverse cowgirl, with her ass clearly in a bright pink thong. It definitely wasn't the kind of look or impression that you wanted to give to your boss. "No, you didn't get this job because you flashed your tits to Greg, but I doubt Greg would have minded, seeing these. I'm not sure I might mind either, coming to it," the male stated, hands both resting right on those shoulders deliberately as he stated to rub them, kneading into the skin there. Again, this was as inappropriate as the rest of all that he'd done so far as well as this entire conversation, but he wished to make his point clear and therefore wasn't about to quit until he was quite finished. "You'll be the best assistant I've ever had? I just have to give you a chance? Well then, what exactly are you going to do for me if I do give you that chance? I am dead curious what you think is going to happen going forward here." With that said, he fell silent, giving it to her to provide an answer...though it surely didn't escape her notice that his hands didn't cease massaging along her shoulders the entirely time he had been speaking. ​

━━━   ᴄ ᴇ ᴏ  ᴏ ꜰ  ᴋ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴏ ɴ  ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴍ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ━━━​

dialogue: 496478

 

[reverie.]

sophie simmons. ʜ ᴀ ʀ ᴅ ᴡ ᴏ ʀ ᴋ ɪ ɴ ɢ ,  ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴍ ɪ ɴ ᴇ ᴅ  &  ᴄ ᴀ ʀ ɪ ɴ ɢ  ❪ 26 ❫ ​

Her cheeks were burning with embarrassment, but her expression was neutral—at least as neutral as it could be given the circumstances. The pictures were, indeed, very inappropriate. God, she regretted working there. But she'd been desperate, and it was the quickest way to earn some money. She wasn't proud of what she'd done. In the photos, it looked like she'd been enjoying herself, but that couldn't have been further from the truth—Sophie had hated every fucking second. She was never going back, not even for all the money in the world. She'd learned that there were a few things money wasn't worth, and her dignity and self-worth were two of them. Mr. Klein continued to play with her hair, and while a part of her wanted to ask him to stop, another part didn't want to tell him she found it extremely uncomfortable. His fingers shouldn't be anywhere near her hair. Or any part of her for that matter. As he moved to stand behind her, she focused her gaze on his desk. She tried to remain calm, to not care about his touch or his taunting, but when he flipped one of the pictures and called her out, she couldn't keep her mouth shut any longer. "Look—" Sophie twisted in her chair, tilting her head sideways and up to look at him. "This was a long time ago. I was young, I needed money, I didn't know what else to do. It was a fucking mistake, all right?" This was obviously a sore topic for her. Of course, she couldn't change the past. No matter how much she regretted what she'd done, the pictures wouldn't disappear. They could shred them, crumble them, or throw them away, but there would always be a way to get a hold of new ones. "No one needs to know," she said, her voice a bit calmer than just moments before. Sophie felt his hands on her shoulders, massaging them gently. Perhaps if she'd asked him to do so, it would have felt good—it still kind of did—but she knew it was just his way of showing her who was in charge of this situation. She wanted him to get his hands off her, but once again, she pretended his touch didn't bother her. They both knew that she would never have been offered this position if Greg—or anyone—had seen those photos. Not even one of them. Chances were she wouldn't have gotten a job at Kainon Entertainment at all. The way he phrased his questions made her insides crawl. She didn't want to assume, but she had a pretty clear hunch about the hidden meaning behind his words. God, she hoped she was wrong. "I will do my job, Sir," she said, trying to sound confident. "I will answer your calls, schedule appointments, fill out forms, attend meetings—whatever it is you need me to do, I will do it. If you need something done by noon, I will get it done by noon. If you need me to work overtime to finish a project, I will stay here until it's done." She inhaled sharply, before adding, "I am not a quitter, Mr. Klein." Sophie didn't realize—at least not at this moment—that her words might come back to haunt her later. ​

━━━  ᴍ ʀ .  ᴋ ʟ ᴇ ɪ ɴ ' ꜱ  ᴘ ᴇ ʀ ꜱ ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ  ᴀ ꜱ ꜱ ɪ ꜱ ᴛ ᴀ ɴ ᴛ  ━━━​

dialogue: 70655e

 

[Neon Dream]

auguste klein. ᴀ ꜱ ꜱ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ,  ᴘ ᴏ ɪ ꜱ ᴇ ᴅ  &  ʙ ʟ ᴜ ɴ ᴛ  ❪ 53 ❫ ​

Now came the point where Auguste was to decide exactly just what to do with the delicious bit of information that he had come across. Already, he was making it plain that his intentions for her were anything at all but pure; the girl had been in his orbit anyway, and he paid attention to her in the past, but as she was suddenly given the position without him even seeing her, he thought that this happened to be a rather fair recompense. With his hand dangerously continuing to travel wherever he wished, as if her own body was his to play with, the male had no qualms at all about keeping her entirely uncomfortable. "Be that as it may, the fact remains, you did do this. This is you, and this was not disclosed on your application for promotion. Moreover, the job was for me, the one who would be my assistant and have all of that power at their fingertips, and they didn't even bother to consult me on whiff," he hissed out angrily, giving a very slight hitch to his soft hands which had begun pressing against her shoulders subtly, but then regained himself almost immediately. She needed the job and he did need actually someone competent - no matter what, she had demonstrated that much in her time here, and he'd gone over the file meticulously. Even if claiming not to be forewarned, it wasn't really true; but then, she didn't need to know that. Behind closed doors, in fact, he'd given his silent approval to the move, even before knowing that he was to benefit. Up front, here with her squirming at his every pointed word, he knew he'd been granted a gift. And he was sure going to use it. I'm not a quitter. "Not a quitter, hmm? Interesting, very interesting choice of words," he told her slowly, hands moving lower so that he was near her waist - exceptionally inappropriate as he had been before, but he wanted to actually witness the effect. "Fine. Don't quit. I don't want you to quit either, and I didn't show you this to make that happen. What I want is...you at my disposal. All of you. In all ways, at anytime. You may wish to rebel or find it revolting but consider well what I'm saying because if not, all of this gets out in a big, big way," the male purred, both palms pressed up against the very fabric of her clothing. His movements were deliberate but still highly delicate. "So you are going to do all that you mentioned, but also - a whole lot more. If I have to spell it out for you, then I'd be wasting my time. And I don't have time at all to waste." So saying, he tightened both his hands for one single moment, as if he was about to take some definitive action, but then relented and pulled back, stepping one single step in reverse."I want you to stand up, go around to my desk, and then bend over. Yes, you hear me correctly. Bend the fuck over, show your fealty. Then, it begins. Is that clear, Miss Simmons?" Without another word, he paused to let his own statements sink into her mind, and savored the roiling tension that had been building steadily throughout their interaction so far. ​

━━━   ᴄ ᴇ ᴏ  ᴏ ꜰ  ᴋ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴏ ɴ  ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴍ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ━━━​

dialogue: 496478

 

[reverie.]

sophie simmons. ʜ ᴀ ʀ ᴅ ᴡ ᴏ ʀ ᴋ ɪ ɴ ɢ ,  ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴍ ɪ ɴ ᴇ ᴅ  &  ᴄ ᴀ ʀ ɪ ɴ ɢ  ❪ 26 ❫ ​

Sophie didn't know that no one had consulted with Mr. Klein before they offered her this position. She didn't know she was unwanted—even though his traveling hands told her the opposite. "I didn't know that," she muttered. But it wasn't like she was unfit for the job; no one would have even considered her unless they thought she could do a good job. "I—" She closed her lips again. What was she going to say? If you want, I can resign, so you can find someone more suited to your liking? No. She wanted this job. Needed it, really. But if he didn't want her as his assistant, it was going to be some long years. If she even lasted that long. By the looks of it, if he was going to continue taking the liberty of treating her like an object instead of an assistant, chances were she wouldn't last very long. Was he even allowed to touch her like this? A part of her wanted to ask for confirmation that he wasn't, but she already knew the answer. Yet she said absolutely nothing. Sophie just remained in her seat, too uncomfortable to even move as his hands went where he wanted them to go. She refused to let him intimidate her. If he thought she would give up, she would prove him wrong. She would not allow him to bully her into resigning. He was stuck with her now, whether he wanted to be or not. But as his hands wandered further south, Sophie realized that it was the other way around. She was stuck with him. And he was the fucking CEO. In theory—and in reality—he could get away with anything. And now that he had her past hanging over her head, there wasn't much she could do to stop him from doing it either. She instantly regretted her choice of words. Perhaps it wasn't true in this specific setting. She swallowed the lump in her throat, feeling her pulse increase side by side with her fear as he gave her his little speech. He wanted her. . . at his disposal. In all ways. . . anytime. That didn't sound like her job description at all. She blinked down at the photos in her lap and hands. If these were made public—if anyone close to her saw any of them—it would be the end of her. She could kiss this job and her future goodbye. Perhaps her friends and family too. "That won't be necessary," she said. This time her voice rang out a little louder. It was obvious that he wanted her to be more than his assistant. That he wanted her to assist him in other ways. She didn't like the sound of it, but the alternative wasn't really an option. "I understand, Sir." But did she? Dread filled her body when he told her to bend over his desk. She didn't move. Her stomach turned as she eyed the desk in front of her, trying to let his words sink in. "Yes, Sir," she eventually said. This was how he wanted her to prove her loyalty to him? By bending over his fucking desk as if she was allowing him to take her from behind? Sophie took a deep breath before getting to her feet, placing the photos where her butt had been moments before. Slowly, she walked around the giant desk. She didn't even glance in his direction before her palms were planted on his desk. The blonde leaned forward. The look she gave him was perhaps one you wouldn't expect from a sweet girl like her. "Like this?" she asked, not even trying to conceal the mocking tone. ​

━━━  ᴍ ʀ .  ᴋ ʟ ᴇ ɪ ɴ ' ꜱ  ᴘ ᴇ ʀ ꜱ ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ  ᴀ ꜱ ꜱ ɪ ꜱ ᴛ ᴀ ɴ ᴛ  ━━━​

dialogue: 70655e

 

[Neon Dream]

auguste klein. ᴀ ꜱ ꜱ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ,  ᴘ ᴏ ɪ ꜱ ᴇ ᴅ  &  ʙ ʟ ᴜ ɴ ᴛ  ❪ 53 ❫ ​

So, she had no clue that she had been promoted without a consultation for Mr. Klein, due to the fact that she did happen to be the most talented candidate that there was within the company at the present time. Even if he wanted to try and prevent the hiring - which, to be fair, he hadn't - the male likely would not have been all that successful due to the reputation that she had and that she was showing off on a regular basis with her skilled executive decisions in key aspects of the company. Whatever the case, either way, she was here in front of him and his traveling hands made no bones about just what actually appealed to the male in the first place, and what he was prepared to the do with the extra information that he had been granted. "Well, that does happen to be true. Though you are certainly more than qualified for the job, fit for it even, and so I wouldn't dream of trying to push you off the position," he stated suavely, again a dangerous line given what he was in the process of doing right then and there. Yet, he simply couldn't resist; it was just too juicy to let those double-entendres out. Granted, she had enough power still that she might have dared to simply get up, look at him with that burning stare that could melt a thousand hearts, and then see him searing with the agony of her disapproving eyes burning into him while she called HR, or made a whole case and scene about it. There was, however, the possibility that registered across her own mind - and his, truthfully - that as CEO, he had full control over how he wished to proceed. That alone had enabled him to touch her as he had in the first place and therefore the male knew that she had to be debating about that fact readily. It was a slow, winding noose that he put around her neck with each word that issued forth from his tender lips plaintively, and he was laying it out plain as day. She was to be whatever he wanted her to be for him at all times, anywhere...or else. Was these enough to have the impact that he actually wanted, to affect her decision-making? If he thought that she might try and rebel, she didn't; instead, she did accept the terms of the very arrangement he presented, which was to signal her defeat in so many, many ways. Interesting. Saying nothing, for the moment, Auguste only observed her, first to get a sense of just where her head was at as she rose up and made her way over to his desk, so that she was poised to be framed within it as he instructed her to be. This was the initial test, and he was curious to see if she would pass it; so far, so good, and she did in fact move and get set up. Yet, something in her tone of voice was off, and he detected that. Was she...mocking him? Being sarcastic? The implication of his direction had been abundantly clear, and he saw that she made a point to actually follow, in order to demonstrate that she was capable of full compliance. Very, very intriguing indeed. "Yes, just like that," he answered her, making his way stridently over to that same spot as well, and then coming up behind her as if he was creeping shadow. From this vantage point, he was able to get a sense of every curve of her lithe body, every single angle giving him an amazing view. "I believe, then, we are ready to begin this...introductory meeting properly now, don't you think?" With those words stated, he placed his lone index finger right on the small of her back teasingly. Tauntingly.​

━━━   ᴄ ᴇ ᴏ  ᴏ ꜰ  ᴋ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴏ ɴ  ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴍ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ━━━​

dialogue: 496478