Disciplining the CEO - Parts1-3

[Foxy Lady]

'Miss Palmer, a word if you please.'



There was no mistaking the stern tones of the CEO, Mrs Woods.



'In my office, NOW.' Her words carried across the office, as they were intended to.



She marched into her office, leaving the door open.



'Leave the door,' she snapped as Valerie Palmer, her finance director, made to close it behind her.



'Miss Palmer, are you doing this deliberately? Is this your way of undermining my position? We all know you are plotting to replace me.'



'Mrs Woods,' Valerie was struggling to keep her voice level, but she knew all ears in the outer office would be listening to their exchange. 'Mrs Woods, I have no idea what you are talking about.'



'Don't you, indeed. Well let me remind you. I told you to have your report on our proposed expansion in my hand by 10am sharp. Is that not so?'



'Yes,' Valerie agreed, 'it is so.'



'Well,' the CEO snapped, 'where is it? It's gone 10:30 and I don't have the report in my hand. How do you explain that?'



Valerie let the question hang before replying, in a slightly raised voice. 'I came to hand the report to you at 9:55 precisely. You were not in your office and no one knew where you were, so I placed it on your desk for you to find when you returned.'



Both women turned to look at the CEO's desk, where the report lay, unopened.



Valerie turned, walked to the door and closed it quietly.



She walked slowly back to Mrs Woods and delivered a sharp slap across her face. The CEO was visibly shaken, but it was Valerie who spoke first.



'Just for your information, Mrs Woods,' she emphasised the Mrs, 'under this dress, I am stark, bollock naked.'



Turning smartly on her heel, she walked sedately out of the office, closing the door behind her.



That afternoon, at 03:38, an email hit her inbox. It was from Mrs Woods.

 

[Foxy Lady]

The email read:



Good afternoon, Miss Palmer, Valerie



I wonder if you would like to join me for a drink after work at my Club. I will be there from 18:00 until about 21:00.



No need to reply, just come at any time if you want to.



The Club is at 19 Vine Street.



Valerie did not reply – none was required – but stayed at work until 18:30 and then set out to find the Club. Vine Street appeared to be a prosper residential street, but there were few people about. No 19 was about halfway along. There was no sign to show what it was, just a black door if a short flight of steps. The door opened as she reached the top step.



"Miss Palmer, please come in. Mrs Woods is expecting you. Let me show you the way."



The young woman, dressed in tight black trousers and a loose white shirt, leg her down a carpeted corridor into a library and then over to a table in a discrete corner. Indeed, the room seemed to consist of discrete corners.



The CEO rose as the pair approached.



'Valerie, thank you for come, please have a seat. I've got some chilled Pinot Grigio, but if you would prefer something else …'



Valerie shook her head and took her seat. When she looked up, her escort had gone and her host was pouring her a glass of wine.



'Valerie, I hope it is OK to call you Valerie. I know we are more formal at work, but if you prefer …'



'No, I am happy for you to call me Valerie, or Val if you like. What shall I call you, Mrs Woods?'



'Charlotte, please.' She raised her glass and Valerie joined her in taking a first sip.



'First, Valerie, I want to apologise for this morning. I was in the wrong and I accept that you were not.' Valerie waved her hand as if the CEO's behaviour was not of any consequence to her. 'And,' Charlotte continued, 'in the circumstances I will not be instigating any disciplinary measures against you for your reaction.'



Valerie smiled and gave a brief nod. She had no intention of saying what she was thinking, not yet any way.



'You may be wondering what this place is.' Charlotte did not seem at all put out by Valerie's silence. 'It is a Club, a very discrete one, for female business and civic leaders.'



Valerie finally spoke, 'I noticed that everyone here, including the cute girl who escorted me, is female.'



'Yes, she is cute, isn't she.' Charlotte seemed lost in thought for a moment. 'I would like to ask you a question, if I may.' She did not wait for a response, but carried on. 'After this morning, after you slapped me, and before you walked out, you told me that you were naked under your dress. I would like to know why you thought I should know that.' She stopped abruptly, waiting, but Valerie said nothing. 'You see, Mrs Woods raised her hand to show a gold wedding ring, I am married, happily married. It is a satisfying relationship in every way.' She finally stopped and picked up her glass.



'As I recall,' Valerie replied at last, 'I said I was "stark, bollock naked" and if you are interested, I still am. What about you, Charlotte, are you naked, or stark bollock naked, or any other kind of naked?'

 

[Foxy Lady]

Mrs Woods glass began to shake slightly, so she quickly placed it on the table and clenched her hands in her lap.



'No, I am not any kind of naked. I would not go out naked and certainly never to work. To be honest, Miss-, Valerie, I am surprised that you do.'



'So, Charlotte, tell me what you are wearing next to your skin.'



Mrs Woods sighed, but answered. 'I don't know why you are so interested in this, but I am wearing pale blue holdups, with matching lingerie – bra and panties – dark blue with red stitching and small bows. Does that answer your question?'



'Yes, it answers my question.'



There was a long pause, which the CEO finally broke.' 'So?'



'So, I can now picture what you will look like when you take off your dress.'



'When I get home you mean?'



'No, Mrs Woods, I mean now. I want to see you naked right now.'



'Do you really think I invited you here to show off my lingerie for you.'



'No, I think you invited me here to see my naked body, my stark bollock naked body, to you. And, no, I did not come to see your lingerie, I came to see your naked, stark - bollock - naked, body.'



Valerie shifted in her seat to face the CEO and eased the hem of her dress up her thigh.



'Now, you can strip off right here or we can go to one of the private rooms.'



Charlotte stared, open-mouthed. 'How did-' and stopped abruptly.



'How did I know? I checked out this address when you told me where we could meet. That was easy. So was finding out what facilities the Club has.'



Charlotte sighed and pressed a button under the table. A young Chinese female appeared. 'Do you have a room free at the moment, Suzie?'



'Hyacinth is free, Madam,' the girl replied.



'That will do nicely. Will you take our wine there, please?'



Suzie picked up the wine glass and the two women followed.



'Nice ass,' Valerie whispered in Charlotte's ear, 'tight ass.' Charlotte's did not respond. 'Will she be joining us?'



'Not unless we ask her,' Charlotte answered eventually.



Hyacinth was a sumptuously furnished, medium-size room on the third floor facing the garden at the back of the Club.



'Thank you, Suzie, I will ring if we need anything.'



As Suzie closed the door, Valerie approached Charlotte and took her glass from her hand, placing it on a small table.