When Devotion to Work becomes Obsession (Tyr and Sanja)

[Tyr]

Troy Borden was the sales manager of Borden Mechanical a large tool manufacturer his great great grandfather founded over 100 years ago. His family had some irrational thought that their family heritage, the company would best be served if those family member wishing to work for the company worked their way up by merit and not simple nepotism. So he was doing exactly that, though it grated his nerves, as he’d been born into it and deserved the riches that the company produced. His grandfather was decrepit and senile, while his father was more occupied with his hobbies than running the company. Still he knew when to lay low and when to voice up, so he kept his mouth shut and head down. Though being part of the family did have advantages, in this small town, Borden Mechanical was the largest employer and being an old style company still owned a significant portion of town. The company was invested in the town, and the town was invested in the company, so it was mutually beneficial situation, where each wanted to see the other succeed, and one that allowed Troy Borden some unique advantages.

So the sales department for Borden Mechanical had become Troy Borden’s fiefdom and in some ways his harem. Often when selecting new sales staff, he considered their physical characteristics as well as their experience and education. Given the limited hiring potential in the town of Foster, he often sought applications from areas afar. With things like Facebook, Linkedin, and such, he often had a very good idea what they looked like, add to that credit reports and such, he knew what kind of financial position they were in. He hired the young, the attractive, the single and those in some need. Borden Mechanical never offered quite the same salary that companies in the big city did, but it could offer something they couldn’t: bordering, food, even clothing and do so economically. These were benefits that other company’s couldn’t and didn’t offer, and made up some of the difference, plus Borden Mechanical often hired those with less experience or those overlooked because they were women or minorities. These same practice also gave Troy some advantages in those he selected for his department. Oh he hired men, and all the others he was supposed to, but he also found those that he could have fun with or at least he thought so. And if anyone were to look over his choices, he’d have a multiple valid reason for hiring them, like one Chloe Pender. Everything he read, made him interested and someone that had potential to join his department.

He’d had a phone interview already, read her resume, and check out her background, so he knew a lot. She was gorgeous, smart, educated, and unemployed and deeply in debt. She needed a job, and needed one right now. From the looks of it, she probably would soon need a place to live, and this afforded him the perfect opportunity to help someone out, himself. It wasn’t that Troy couldn’t find women, and women didn’t want him, it was the kind of woman that he wanted that was more difficult. He enjoyed the smart, the educated, the beautiful, the young ones, but that wasn’t enough. No they had to have a special quality that was more difficult and harder to define. So he gleaned through the applicants, hiring those he thought did, and if they didn’t work out, he still let them work for him, though when they left he wasn’t upset. He’d found a few, but most never held his attention, or weren't interesting enough to keep for long. Still he had hopes, and if nothing else, he didn’t have a friend with benefits, he had a department with benefits.

So he sent off the letter, hiring the newest sales associate to his department, telling her the time and place she could report to work, also included was an attachment, containing her employment contract, non-disclosure agreement, rental agreement, and company card to be used for security and at the various company stores to buy things.

 

[Sanja]

Chloe Pender was still having a hard time fully accepting the course her life was heading in. Gifted with the hunger, she was completely incapable of taking no for an answer from any client. Corporate or residential, it just wasn’t possible. Apparently though, one person couldn’t carry an entire regional branch. Regardless of rank or standing, everyone had been terminated from the large facility. Suddenly, Chloe’s choices of work over friendships was leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. Sure, she’d made connections; all under her previous employer. No one was sharing information. It was a mad dash for employment and for the first time, she was struggling. A large commission offered a large check which then offered a large life. Moronically, instead of downsizing immediately she’d chosen to ride up her credit cards, having believed that her struggles would be short-lived. Once her savings had dried up, she was forced to accept a guest bedroom in her early-retired mother’s home. The embarrassment alone pushed her along.

In this smaller town, she’d learned of the practically omnipresent Borden Mechanical. She couldn’t walk three blocks without spotting some type of signage. Still desperate for career-oriented work, an application and resume was sent. Amazingly, a response was offered! For the first time in months, she was reading something other than “we regret to inform you” or “we’re going in another direction.” She aced her phone interview without even worrying about it. Given the opportunity to speak, anyone on the other end of the line could tell that she meant business and her business was serious. Then an envelope arrived. It was like Christmas as she poured over the legal form of employment, clutching at her ID card as if it would fly away. She was packed in under an hour. Having downsized, all that remained was her wardrobe and various daily necessities. If she had to sleep on the floor for a couple of weeks, she would have.

The starting date came and with it followed a flood of emotions. She put on one of her best dresses and worked feverishly at her hair and makeup. If a single hair was out of order, it might lead to some sort of termination. With her paperwork gathered into briefcase and heels donned, she took the astoundingly small walk to the office. This was it, she’d claw her way right back to the top, regardless of what kind of town she was stuck in.

Her stomach tightened as her nerves grew, though she was able to keep a calm exterior. Following the others that seemed to casually flow through daily life, she swiped her access card and immediately found a secretary. The sensation of being watched already pressed at her back but she ignored the urge to turn around. Chloe knew she looked like the real deal inside an office, which tended to earn her a few stares or glances. The secretary offered a generic welcome bag which had a company pen, pad of paper, and small pin. She was informed that Mister Borden would be made known of her arrival, and he would introduce her to the building and discuss any questions she might have had with her paperwork. In the meanwhile, she suggested a seat be taken.

So she sat. Her posture remained alert, back straightened with legs crossed. She pulled out her phone to create the illusion of “I’m busy.” Brief glances were offered to those who entered the building. Who would she see on a daily basis? Which ones would be feeding her the best leads? Already she felt the sales shark beginning to surface. How long did Mister Borden like to keep his new hires waiting?

 

[Tyr]

The new girl was left waiting, and in as much as he wanted to see her, it didn’t serve his purpose. Never make them feel that they had any control, or that they their time was more important than yours. He knew it was important to start out quickly and to establish who was boss, and who had the power. So he let her sit there as the busy office went about it normal business activities. Others moving about in their daily activities, the woman who were in equal if not greater number. The men attired in conventional business suits, while the women were younger and attired in a far more risqué fashion. Though nothing baring on lewd, the hem lines were high, and the neck lines low, and the shoe tall. Still the office had a professional look to it, even if the attire was a bit nonconventional. There were a few things that wouldn’t be found in most office like the large pictures, scantily clad women holding various tools and bending over looking at engines or out from under cars. Each of the pictures had the company’s name plastered across them, and were more likely to be found in mechanic's shop calendars and not in a professional office.

Several people were also waiting, but each time the secretary called someone it wasn’t Chloe. In fact several arrived substantially after her, and were called first, leaving her to wait. So after an excessively long wait, the busty receptionist finally looked up from her desk, and with almost disdain, let Chloe know her attention was needed.

You may go in, Mr. Borden will see you now.

The secretary directing her to the large double set of wooden doors that stood just past her desk. The office that resided beyond the reception area, was one of substantial size and height. Opposite the door tall windows that looked toward the factory beyond, the large desk made of some highly polished dark wood. The whole motif of the office was heavily masculine, with sport memorabilia, and other paraphernalia. There was a bar, a couch, a door probably to a private bathroom, and even a TV. The only thing out of place as unusual were several of the pictures that adorned the out office were present here, but instead of being scantily clad, the girls were nude. What mostly people didn’t know, unless you were in the industry is that most tool companies put out two versions of their annual calendar, one with clothes and one without. This was a man’s world, and T and A went a long way to keeping those men happy.

Some might consider such pictures constituted a sexually hostile environment, but to Troy they were excellent marketing material, and each was something he was proud of as he his touch was on each one of the pictures, and in more ways than some might think. From behind his desk, Troy looked up.

Well Ms. Pender. I’m glad you’ve accepted our offer. Please come on in. Welcome to Borden Mechanical.


Troy said without getting up from his desk, or asking her to sit.

 

[Sanja]

As the time passed, Chloe was left to mindlessly observe the daily hum of the office. Mental notes were made as more women filtered about, comparing herself to the rest. Her own hem was a good amount lower than the others, which she found odd. Most offices she’d tread through watched their employees with hawk-like accuracy. Peeking around her phone, the various photos that lined the walls also seemed odd. At least they weren’t motivational posters.

The trickle of visitors became impossible to ignore. Three would show up, then three would be ushered in. A visible frown was forming over her lips. Had the secretary failed to inform him of her arrival? Her foot tapped silently upon the floor, watching in a surly fashion as more and more came and went. Any attempts at hiding behind her phone had quickly fallen away. The device was placed back within her bag as glances of contempt were shot at the secretary when she knew she wouldn’t be caught. What the hell was going on? Hazel eyes took a brief observation of the clock. Good gods, she’d been sitting for nearly an hour! Now assuming that the woman behind the desk was a moron, Chloe began to stand. Oh, she’d get hers. By the time she’d approached the desk, Mr. Borden was apparently ready for her.

“Oh, well then. Thank you,” offered in a tense tone.

Palms briefly ran over any wrinkles her dress may have formed before grasping firmly at a knob and twisting. His office seemed more suited for a man on wall street than one of a sales manager. The photography along the walls was yet another radical choice for an office. She wouldn’t exactly classify them as tasteful, yet they seemed professional enough for someone to think so. His welcome earned a confident smile as she casually shut the door behind herself and approached. Her strides were timed; approaching too quickly came off as desperate, too slow was rude.

“It was irresistible, and thank you for letting me join your team.”

Without his consent to occupy a chair, a hand gestured towards the empty cushion. Her voice dripped of honey.

“May I?”

It was obvious she was trying to be charming. Had he seen her delay in the waiting room, the blatant attitude adjustment would be something to remark on. With his attention finally on her and her alone, Chloe was prepared to milk every minute she could in an attempt to form a positive impression. After all, the first ones to go were the new ones. She’d be damned if she allowed him to put her on that list.

 

[Tyr]

You’re welcome, we only hire the best.

Troy already knew much about her, and had seen photos on the Internet, but in person, he had to admit, they didn’t do her justice. Some would say that a black dress was the hardest color to wear as it was one of the most unforgiving of colors, yet on her it seemed like a second skin. Every curve of her young nubile body was accentuated by the quality fabric. Many times women would select something a size too small to fit in, and it never looked right, but here that wasn’t the case, the fit on her was perfect. Though it wasn’t quite in the style he preferred, he couldn’t say that it was doing her any harm at all. Briefly taking in her visage, he answered her request to sit.

No you may not.

Now he looked right up at her, from across his immense desk, wondering if she even suspected how many how many girls had been bent over this very desk. Putting those thoughts aside, he wanted to put her in her place quickly and not let her set the tone of the meeting. This wasn’t a meeting of equals, and he was going to make sure she realized it quickly. His tone and demeanor was simply that of someone completely used to being in control.

Now turn around, slowly.

Never did he use the word please, or ask her permission, he simple issued a command, that he clearly wanted followed. Nor did he offer her any explanation for why he was asking it, for he didn’t need any justification. Troy was arrogant, but that came from confidence and ability, and though he was related to the founders, he actually was good at his job, as he knew his department, the company and his clientele very well. What he was doing now was testing his newest employee to just see how she reacted, as it would give him a good idea of who and what she was.

Put down your briefcase and do it again.

Troy neither smiled, nor seemed at all bothered by what he was asking of her. She needed the job, he knew it, but like any women, there was more to her, and he wanted to know. If she was going to be a problem, she’d be let go immediately, if she showed she had what it took, then he would be pleased. What he saw on paper and heard in the interview could only tell him so much, now he could hear, watch, and feel her entire response, and judge it for himself. Troy had no doubt this woman probably had most men wrapped around her finger, just a smile from her probably made them melt, she was going to find him to be quite different.

 

[Sanja]

Chloe did her best to suppress an expression of shock once she was denied a seat. No? She hadn’t heard that since childhood. Her effortless grin vanished from painted lips as hand returned back at her side. Bewildered and slightly dismayed, the woman stood in silence while eyes focused with a new level of interest. Apparently her tricks weren’t working. She found that odd, judging by the amount of young women running about on the other side of his office doors. Pegging him as simple clearly wasn’t appropriate.

Then the demand for a turnabout. The order sent panic and fear through her. Oh shit! She’d somehow offended him in under a minute, and now he was going to tell her to walk the hell out of there! Her grasp upon briefcase tightened in an attempt to keep emotions in check. Quietly, feet and ankles rotated to follow his instruction. Her eyes bore into the large wooden doors with a frown now on full display once out of his view. Her silence was held. With a full expectation of being yelled out of his building, his second demand made her lungs tight. Oh wait, she’d just forgotten to breathe.

She paused for a fraction of a second. Bending at the knee, an arm was extended to lower her bag to the floor. Hasty pace was taken to the front of his office, her heels clicking against dark wooden floor as she put space between them. As if walking away reversed time, the woman took a moment at his door to collect herself. After a lengthy exhale, the woman turned about with a new energy. Any previous signs of casualty had been abandoned.

“Good morning, Mister Borden. Thank you so much for your time.”

This time her approach was timely and any false tone of allure had been dropped. Her eyes refrained from listlessly drifting about the office and remained pointedly focused upon the man behind the desk. A small smile was offered as fingers laced at her front.

“I’m sure you’re very busy, but I just want you to know I appreciate you spending the time to welcome me to the company instead of passing me on to an assistant.”

Chloe was amazed with how difficult it was to not be flirtatious in the office. It had been her main method of gaining attention and favor with previous supervisors, and until now, it had always worked. How on earth was she supposed to weasel her way through the company if he wasn’t going to let her act all attractive?

Finished with her short speech, she waited. Was that what he wanted?

 

[Tyr]

The hot thing seemed for the most part unfazed by his command, but she did as she was told which he approved of. His eyes watched, and he could sense the tension, but she hid it well as she went about completing her assigned task. Everything about her reeked of a strong willed woman, used to being the center of attention, which made Troy’s plans all the more thrilling. Finally she came to again face him, taking a deep breath before beginning her little introduction spiel. Listening, he didn’t interrupt her, even though his face remained emotionless as she tried to stroke his ego. Not that she was the first or last, he had not doubt this was learned behavior that had helped in prior jobs. Still he let her go on, till she finally stopped.

I’m glad you’re impressed, but the reality is I’m not.

Troy let the words hang, because he did want to burst her bubble, and make clear that he wasn’t impressed, that he didn’t think so highly of her. It was time to put her in her place, and see how she reacted to it. Even though he didn’t know for sure, he figured she was confident of her ability, and probably thought very highly of herself.

I think you are out of your element, and don’t have clue what’s going have to do or is going to be required of you. I have no doubt that every salesperson in that office can outsell you, with their eyes closed.

The doubtful tone in his voice made clear his suspicion of her current capabilities. Troy of course was doing this intentionally as it served his purpose. No need for her to think she was special, or in any way better than anyone here. Not that he doubted she was in total disbelief of what he was saying, probably considering every comment ridiculous, and that she was going to prove him wrong. Even before she began to speak, he raised his hand.

Don’t interrupt me. I know, you think you’re special, you’re the best, and you’ll demonstrate it. Reality is you’re not. You don’t have a clue about our product or our customer, and what they want.

There was a strategic pause as he appeared to be taking a moment to collect his thoughts, but in fact he did it just to keep her on edge.

So I’m going to train you, teach you want you need to know, and we’ll find out what you are made of. Do you think you can handle that?

 

[Sanja]

For the second time in under five minutes, Chloe was stunned. He wasn’t busy? Who the hell were all those people that came in before her? What the hell did he do here?! Her calm exterior was beginning to crack. Her eyebrows furrowed while lips offered a small frown. She squinted, attempting to somehow focus even more upon the man. Then he went on.

His assumption of her confidence was accurate. With every statement made, her frown grew. Her casual pose was slowly transforming to one of agitation. Slender shoulders tensed and slightly rose while her hands pressed a bit too firmly against her hips in an attempt to avoid balling into fists. Had she been of a lower brow, his words might have brought her to shout. She never looked down or ashamed, just tense and silent as he proceeded. Her instincts told her to argue.

Just as she took a breath to retort, he’d immediately demanded her silence. Mentally, every statement he’d made was disagreed upon. The anger within her made her stomach tighten, and it took all she had to not turn around and walk out on her own accord. But where else would she go? It wasn’t as if there were any companies as sizeable as Borden Mechanical in this town.

By the time he’d paused for a second time, she knew better than to attempt to interject. She felt like an artist being criticized on their most recent painting. Except the painting was herself. Somewhere, within all his negativity, he had to have found something promising. After all, he wouldn’t just hire her to insult her then send her away, would he? Finally, a positive. A promise to improve upon her tools and prepare her for their clientele. Before she could speak, an effort had to be made to loosen her jaw and relax muscles. Clearly rattled, the woman made an effort to respond in as calm of a tone as her second introduction.

“Yes, Mister Borden. Your training would be invaluable and greatly appreciated. My knowledge of your products is admittedly limited and I know I’d benefit a great deal by familiarizing myself with the company as well as your clients.”

As if to show her readiness to deal with verbal abuse, she finished with a smile. By the time she was done speaking, any previous signs of anger had been released, the woman back to her regular stance. Despite the lengthy reproach, she felt like she’d won. And perhaps her need to “win” was her downfall. She just couldn’t say a simple yes.

 

[Tyr]

The new sales associate did her best to maintain her decorum and not protest his comments, at least that’s what Troy thought. So calmly sat there, continuing to make her stand at near attention, as she expounded on her willingness to receive training and to become better acquainted with Borden Tools and its customers. All of it was nothing less than what he’d expect from a canned speech or new employee trying to impress. He was amused she gotten in yet another piece of flattery while doing it, though he wondered what she would say if she knew his intent. Troy almost chuckled at the thought, but contained himself.

Since your background is in professional corporate sales, I think should first inform you who are customer is, so you have a better picture. We sell tools, working man tools, the kind truck strop, auto shops, and construction sites use. These buyers aren’t the smooth chested new age kind of boys you’re probably used to, these are men, hairy chested, knuckle dragging men.

Troy paused again, letting her take his rather direct description of Borden Mechanicals customer. He wondered what she was thinking, what she thought of this revelation. Yes they had professional clients, but the vast majority he knew her hard working type guys, that would chew up this prissy bitch if she went waltzing into a shop dressed like she was now. Still he wanted her to stew on it a bit, before he continued.

Do you understand? Are you prepared to make the effort necessary to serve me and my department as needed?

He wanted to hear what she thought, just to judge how he was going to proceed with this. There was no doubt in his mind he could make her into an excellent and productive sales associate, but he also knew he could do even more than that. Having fully enjoyed her clothed form, he knew there was much about Ms. Pender still to be revealed, and that with a little skill and a strong hand he was going to see a lot more of her. One step at a time, but he was positive that Ms. Pender was going to be a real asset.

 

[Sanja]

Chloe worked harder than many others in her previous company and was fully capable of accepting the same fate here. Most people were stupid, anyways. They made small chat about the weather or the weekends. But not Mister Borden. While his speeches might have been bitter to swallow, his conversation was refreshing. He didn’t seem to speak in vague buzz words and she had a feeling he wouldn’t be sending any cryptic messages regarding her performances in the future. What was once anger had now settled into curiosity.

Admittedly, the idea of pitching tools to a man that was likely concerned about where he’d get his next discount beer didn’t exactly sound like her dream job. But if she studied the product offered and learned a couple facts, she’d at least be able to grease some kind of profit.

“Mister Borden, I don’t just walk to an address and read from a script. I go out of my way to understand each client and their personal needs. If they follow a sport, I’ll know. If they have a kid in soccer, I’ll know. I’ve had clients purchase more items than they thought they ever needed, and probably ever would. I have always put every effort possible into my jobs thus far, and I don’t plan on changing my regime now.”

She felt odd standing, especially now that he seemed interested in warning her and going through a lengthy discussion. Honestly, she’d expected a simple walk around the office followed by a simple handoff to a coworker. What kind of sales job needed this level of building up to?

“So please, just give me a chance. I know I’m always dedicated to my employer; I just need the opportunity to show you.”

 

[Tyr]

The new sexy sales associate continued to voice her dedication and willingness to serve, which pleased him, though it was still far from proven that she had what it took, especially in the way he enjoyed a woman. Sitting casually he decided to see if she could live up to some of her boastful statements. Still remaining aloof, he looks up from his desk to where she stood and gives her a once over, before he continues.

I have no doubt in your big city job, you did well for yourself, but here it’s different. Do the pictures on wall offend you?

Troy’s hand sets down the paperwork, before rising up and directing her attention to the various naked women that adorned his walls.

Because if they do, you’re going to have problems with our clients. Have you ever been to a mechanic’s shop and seen what hangs on their walls in the back room, these are almost tame. These guys live in a world were men are men and women are women. Do you think a women like yourself, attired the way you are is going to appeal to these guys? Let me show you what you’re in for.

Troy stood up, as he spoke, his large body and broad shoulder becoming even more impressive as he reached his full height. Now he begins to move around the desk towards her.

Yeah baby, why are you dressed like a nun? I bet you look real good under that outfit, don’t you want to show me some more?

It was clear Troy was imitating what their customer’s would be like, if she were to meet them. The crass and crude way he spoke, added to the genuine feel that she was being treated like a piece of meat, and not the professional level skilled sales person she was. Troy large bulky frame came to stand next to her, and a little too close, as he looked down and spoke with a deep commanding voice.

Show me your tools and I’ll show you mine.

 

[Sanja]

Chloe took a second brief glance about the room once his choice of décor was brought back to her attention. She had her own personal objections, though she doubted he actually cared to hear her vocalize any of them. As her attention returned to Troy, he had stood and was approaching. By the time he’d stopped, her personal bubble had definitely been invaded. His stature and stance was certainly a distraction itself. Paired with coarse language, the environment had tangibly shifted.

Her right hand grabbed nervously at forearm as weight shifted away, the girl taking a step back in an attempt to retreat. The only confrontations she’d ever dealt with were verbal and they’d never even come close to escalating into a physical advance.

“M-Mister Borden, I don’t think…”

He’d continued, insinuating once more towards lewd behavior. A deep blush crept over her cheeks, her eyes bashfully looking away. Sure, in the city a few whistles and cat calls had been sent her way, but his simulation felt personal. And she wasn’t on a public sidewalk. The girl had been struck with embarrassment without much effort at all, quickly stripping her of any previous charm.

“I-Is this really the most productive method of training?”

She hoped that ignoring his role-play would make it stop. Unsure of how to handle such advances, his point was made. Hoping to deter him another retreating step was taken. She bumped up against the chair that was never offered as a seat, the expensive leather squeaking gently against her leg. Releasing her arm to grasp firmly at the back of the chair, her fingers held fast in an attempt to support herself. The way she froze was similar to a deer caught in headlights, her muscles tight and ready to spring at any moment.

 

[Tyr]

Troy could see the demeanor of this professional woman struggle as he confronted her with something she’d never been exposed to. Her programmed and pat answers eluding her as he ramped up the tension and invaded her personal space. Knowing full well the likely affect it would have on her, and though he could have let up he didn’t, and continued to press her further.

I don’t think you do think? I think you have all the perfect answers you’ve been taught to say like a parrot.

He even closed the distance, till their bodies were almost touching, as he confronted her hesitation, her inability to finish her thoughts. Knowing that he had her off balance and about to fall back, he just took advantage of it, to see what happened. The less time he gave her to think or form her answers the more truthful and real they would be.

Are you questioning my methods? Are you saying you know better about this than I do?

Troy reached out to help her from falling, to give her something to grab a hold of rather than fall. His large hand reaching out, his powerful muscles arm easily up to the task of arresting her fall, as he continued to verbally push her.

Are you going to run from our customers too? Or are you just afraid of real men, the kind that take charge?

He made no effort to back up or release his grip upon her, he just pulled her closer as he spoke, his voice deep, one used to being in command, one used to being followed. His eyes bore into her as he dressed her down for her words, questioning her very ability. Troy knew what he was doing, as his words hammered away at her. Did she even realize what his real goal was, or how much she would have to capitulate in order to please him?

The kind that won’t take any shit off of you, the kind that want a woman, and expect a woman to be a woman, and not some caricature of a man. Or are you scared of being a woman too?

 

[Sanja]

Chloe hadn’t expected her first day on the job to go this way. Her boss was very near and very intimidating. Piercing through her safety bubble of personal space was both unprofessional and unethical, but she didn’t take any measures to withdraw from the situation.

“I-I never meant to question..”

He was so close, yet he drew nearer. Her instincts to retreat threw her balance off, hands reaching out instinctively and grasping at whatever hold she could find. Her fingers held tightly to the sleeve of his jacket while her second hand had clutched at lapel. For a moment, she was silent. Their awkward embrace was intimate enough to exchange warmth. Quietly inhaling, she could even sample his cologne. Though she usually appeared casual with others, actual exchanges of intimacy had remained rather minimal. Sure, she played around a bit in school. But once her career had started most of the boys her age were intimidated by her professionalism or pay check.

His words broke her from her reverie. Clearly shocked, her lips parted to speak only to stammer mindlessly while she attempted to form a coherent thought.

“I just…” Her eyes were wide, fingers trembling. “I need training.”

She was beginning to realize that whatever job she’d signed up for was clearly something different than she’d ever imagined. In the past, she might had immediately extracted herself and slammed the door in her dramatic exit. But today, with Mister Borden, she clutched to the man as if her life depended upon it. It likely did.

 

[Tyr]

Looking doe eyed at him, she started to speak her words garbled as she tried to form a complete sentence. He knew she was probably totally flabbergasted as he verbally assaulted her by questioning those things she was so sure of, herself. Troy could see her toying with the boys, always in control, always in power, knowing she could make them do anything. This time it would be different.

Of course you meant to question. You’re used to getting your way, to convincing those around you to do your biding. That won’t work with me!

He continued to hold her with one hand, keeping her close, getting his first smell of her, which pleased him. The look of her perfectly manicured nailed, cut hair, and outfit, each told him of what she was trying to be, but not who she really was.

Training?

The way he said training, sounded like he didn’t believe it, that he doubted her ability to learn or follow instruction. Troy knew exactly what he was doing and why, making her want to prove herself, pushing her and she would respond.

What are you going to do if one of our customer’s tries to get a little feel?

Troy’s free hand reaches out and gropes her, grabbing her tit through her outfit, and squeezing. There was no hesitancy, no tentativeness, the touch was strong, rough, and confident. Even as he talked the fingers manipulated the soft flesh through the fabric, his eyes watching her reaction.

Are you going to kick him, hit him, call the police, and lose the sale? Are you? How are you going to fail?

The hand cupping her mound, wasn’t so subtle and worked it for maximum effect, and though the touch was rough, it was skilled and experienced. Troy didn’t ask permission, or ask forgiveness, he wasn’t that kind of man, and he got what he wanted, when he wanted it. No he’d never raped a girl, because in the end he knew precisely what was needed to achieve his goal. Deep down he found most women, wanted and enjoyed a strong man, and though they often denied their femininity, they often when pushed gave in to it. Troy could never be absolutely sure, but like in this instance, he had just a little deniability, enough to keep him out of trouble. Yet if one didn’t take chances, one wouldn’t have any opportunities.

 

[Sanja]

Chloe could hardly bare the way he looked down upon her. She felt like a child; judged for playing inappropriately with others and now being scolded for her poor behavior. Yes, most men were content to let her walk into their offices on a power trip and right back out with a rather large raise. Her words, her body, the way she subtly injected sex into her every day conversations generally gave her the results she desired.

He scoffed at her, bruising her pride once more. “Yes, training!” Even with him towering above, she still had something to prove.

Upon the mention of copping a feel, the woman froze as his hand firmly reached for her chest. The action alone shocked her, nothing but the sound of his hand coarsely rubbing against the material of her dress between them. She offered a delayed gasp as if she’d forgotten to be upset, her wide eyes looking down at his arm. Her observations were interrupted as he mentioned her failure, attention snapping moodily back towards the man’s face.

“I-I won’t fail!” She claimed in defiance, the woman refusing to pull away. The way he goaded her she might have chased him about his own office if he pulled away just to prove her point.

Through her dress he’d feel a textured layer of her lacey bra, her breast straining against the material of her outfit as he massaged tactfully. As if to prove her point, the hand at his sleeve released his jacket and lifted to his chest, palm and fingers attempting to slip beneath and feel at his muscles through his buttoned shirt. While mine really only had suits as an option for work, she could tell that Mister Borden wasn’t buying outfits off of the rack. They fit him well, and his fashion-forward decision met her approval.

 

[Tyr]

The young thing tried to emphasize her desire to be trained to not fail. He could see her stiffen and fight to not bolt or hit him as his hand caressed her tit. Only his words and maybe his hold of her was keeping her from running. Still he had enough sense to deny her first need and stood there almost defiant, letting him have his way, than to prove him right by retreating. Troy felt her hand move to his chest her delicate fingers dancing across it, not yet doing anything more than simply touching. He wondered if she even realized what she was doing it, he never looked down to watch, he continued to stare right at her, while his hand aggressively continued to play with her bountiful mound on her chest.

Can you learn anything? Are you capable of really following any of my instructions?

The doubt and disbelief were clear, in his tone as if such was simply impossible. Not letting up, he continued to relentlessly question her, denying her time to consider what he was doing and why. Their bodies continued to touch as he held her, enjoying her reaction. Feeling her touch as he spoke, doing nothing to remove her hand or his as this game continued. Troy’s eyes burned with intensity as he thought of just how exquisite this new girl was going to be once she was properly trained.

Are you really committed to this?

While he spoke, his finger and thumb searched out her nipple beneath her fabric, taking a hold of it through the material of her outfit, squeezing it, then pulling and twisting it as he talked. The tug and twist really was gentle at first, he wanted to watch her reaction, for it to intensify as she spoke, letting it become harder and harder as she tried to defend herself verbally. The finger and thumb tightening, as he applied more strength to his command of her nipple. In a way this was battle of wills, his to control, her to succeed, but truly it was about more than that.

 

[Sanja]

Despite any fear or concerns that she might have been wrestling with, there was something about Troy’s voice that consistently urged her to prove her point. He might have her breast in his hand, but she’d be damned if he could go brag in the break room about some stupid city girl that was incapable of handling their office. She made another move, fingers tracing along his lapel before slyly popping the button of his jacket open. It was the strangest game of chicken she’d ever been in; her gaze, while hardly calm, managing to return to his own and keep contact.

“Of course,” her firm retort. Oh no, she was adapting! She didn’t waver or quiver that time.

As his fingers explored, so did hers. Trailing over his shoulders and sides, as if sizing him up beneath his jacket. She was impressed with his developed muscles, not too common for an office worker. With focus applied to her nipple, the woman began to waiver once more. It had been quite some time since she’d been intimate, especially with her job search at the top of her priority list.

“Yes, Mister-” she stammered as his fingers grew rough, Chloe offering a sharp inhale. “Mister Borden...” To avoid a moan she drew out his name, her eyelids lowering from arousal.

Despite her efforts, it was impossible to remain unaffected by his grasp even if it was through her dress and undergarments. Her back even arched, offering a better angle for his large hands to work with as he questioned the validity of her desire to be a part of the company. Her fingers now clutched at his shirt, tightening the fabric against his torso as she attempted to win him over.

“Please,” a final beg in a needy tone.

 

[Tyr]

Her responses were growing in strength, her answers coming quicker and clearer, though he almost laughed as the half pleading please escaped her lips, for she didn’t finish her sentence. She didn’t ask him to stop or to continue, she just pleaded her desire. Troy liked it for he took it as a silent request to please continue. Though he doubted that was her intent, he saw no reason to give her a chance to clarify. Plus he felt her body move, but not away, but in a manner to give him even better access. He doubted it was conscious on her part, but he knew that even if her mind was confused, her body wasn’t. The hand that clutched at his shirt, reminding him of someone who couldn't swim, grabbing for anything to hold on to.

What are you afraid? You can’t handle it, is that the problem?

The doubt of her was clear in his voice as he confronted her ability to handle difficult situations. The one hand continued to roughly massage and caress her tit, while his other hand had been holding her hand to keep her from falling moved. She was no longer in such a precarious position, so he slowly lowered her hand, beginning ever closer to the ridge that had started to form since he began this new employee initiation.

So as soon as something gets rough or tough you run. What kind of a useless salesperson you’re going to make if you can’t handle things that get hard.

With that he put her pant on his professionally tailored slacks, his impressive length, already semi-hard, enough that she would know exactly what she was touching even through the material. Troy had completely invaded her personal space, and now was going beyond anything that would be considered appropriate, and yet he knew he had her off balance and confused. His words were challenging her, and he knew she was struggling with trying to handle what he was saying, let alone doing.

Demonstrate to me you have some talents and skills that are worth something?

The other hand never let go of her tit, in fact it was in complete control of it, rough pawing it, squeezing and playing with the firm mound, as if he owned it, and it was his right to do so.

What have you to show me?

 

[Sanja]

Chloe couldn’t control her blush. The skin of her cheeks heating a few degrees to compensate for the sudden rush of blood. How on earth had they gotten into this position? Her heart raced as he continued to press firmly at her breast, the soft flesh no doubt growing sore if his solid hold upon her continued. As her fingers were guided lower, the woman bit at her lip. His arousal was undeniable, palm pressed against his hardening mass through his own clothing.

“Talents and skills…” She mirrored vacantly, her thoughts jumbled from both his attentions and the relocation of her hand.

Her own massage began, palm and fingers running up and down his half formed erection while the other abandoned his shirt. If there were no objections her slender fingers would undo the button of his pants similarly to his jacket: with one swift motion. One smooth tug at his zipper loosened the material from his hips and both hands reached blindly to push them down towards his ankles. Hazel eyes still met Mister Borden’s gaze, as if hoping to prove that she could work with confidence.

Her attentions returned, one hand massaging and rubbing through the material of his undergarment while the other ran along the waistband at his navel. Her fingertips slid beneath, pressing at his skin as she tugged one side downward, making them slightly askew. Eventually they’d be pushed down as well, removing all barriers between her hands and his skin. She fondled; delicate fingers wrapped at his sheath as thumb gently flicked over his head.

Through all this his grasp at her breast encouraged her to continue. If confusion or fear ever ran into her mind, his firm groping egged her on to continue

 

[Tyr]

Troy could see the effect he was having on her as she struggled with so many feelings and emotions at once. The flushing of her cheeks to the deeper breathing let him know she was excited or afraid. Her last words more parroting than real conversation, as they stumbled out. Though he guided her hand he made no effort to force her or to require to do anything, he left it there to see how she would respond. So he was pleasantly surprised that she took the initiative, and began to work his slack to extract his growing member.

Are you going to finally show some initiative and do something? Or are you just going to stand there without a clue in world?

Again it sounded like he was questioning her dedication and commitment to this, like she was soon to fail again. He’d already picked up as he suspected, that challenging her provoked her to respond, much like a dare did to a young kid. No doubt she thought she was proving herself, showing she was capable of meeting these tests. So as he talked his hand no longer needing to hold or guide hers, slipped around her, enveloping her about her narrow waist, then sliding down to cup one of the firm cheeks of her ass. The finger digging in as he now fondled both her ass and breast at the same time, he made no effort to pull close, leaving room for her to reciprocate. He felt his pants fall to the floor as she made quick work of them. Her hands then moving to his boxers which didn’t seriously obstruct her efforts, her hand sliding over his length, and then getting them out of the way. Troy’s eyes never looking down as she took hold of his length, he instead stared right into her eyes.

Or do you just need someone to tell you what to do is that it? Let’s cut the bullshit and see if you are trainable and see if you can live up to your words. Now instead of spewing more of that college big city crap, why don’t you put that mouth of yours to the purpose it was intended.

And for the first time, his hand let go of her, thus letting her make the decision without guiding her. He knew he couldn’t force her, and he didn’t want to, because there was nothing sexier than having an intelligent, beautiful woman who would service him willingly.

 

[Sanja]

Chloe was at an impasse. Sure, she had already removed his clothing and had begun fondling his girth, but the option to either kneel or bail hung heavily in the air. He’d reached for her ass and shown an interest, but was this really a job she could handle? For the first time, her eyes abandoned Mister Borden as a sign of compliance.

Slowly, the woman sank to her knees. Her slender hands held gently to his thighs as lips parted, her tongue offering a few experimental licks to his head before taking his growing member in her mouth. She sucked with familiarity. Boyfriends in the past left her with a knowledge of the male anatomy, her tongue tracing along the base of his head before rolling over his shaft. A hand wrapped at his base, saliva rolling down his girth to moisten her palm. She doubted anyone would walk in on them thank to the security of a secretary. She tilted her head and began to pump, bobbing at his crotch at a casual pace to acclimate herself.

It had been a while since she had to please a man, let alone one like him. Out of curiosity, hazel eyes would peer up towards him as she worked, hoping to see some amount of approval or agreement with her choice. He might have been in charge, but Chloe liked to think any man would enjoy the offering of a blow job.

 

[Tyr]

The newest hirer of Borden Mechanical sunk to her knees before Troy, and began to pay homage to his cock. The young thing looking up at him, her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, her need for approval and affirmation clear. Troy had no doubt that she was just as competitive in this as she was everything else, and wanted to know that he appreciate her efforts and skill.

That’s it. Work it, show me you can do the hardest jobs. No more bullshit, take it in, you can do it. I knew a real women was in there someplace. You can show me, don’t be afraid, I know you have potential.

The words were encouraging, not loving, but not ruthless, they’d softened slightly as she showed she had oral skills. Troy wasn’t touching her or even guiding her with his hand as she began to work his member. There was always something so exquisite about getting a woman to voluntarily suck his cock, especially when he barely had met them. Now he just hoped that she had that right set of qualities about her that made her worth keeping, as his member continued to grow under her efforts. A small smile pierced his lips as he gazed down and watched her.

Let’s see how good you really are. How much can you handle?

Troy sounded like he was grading her on how much cock she could swallow, like it was a job performance rating. Of course the more she worked the longer it grew and the thicker it got.