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Rick
Ilook around ruefully at my spacious hotel accommodations. Not only do I have a giant bedroom with an attached en suite, but there’s also a living room with a huge flatscreen on the wall, a full-size kitchen complete with fancy dinnerware in case I decide to entertain, a dining room that seats twelve (again, in case I decide to entertain), and my own private dunk pool in case the resort’s four pools aren’t enough. Not to mention the ocean. There’s a view of the Pacific beyond the jacuzzi, and the horizon is a gorgeous blue that seems to continue forever in a dreamy, tropical seascape. All this for one guy? It’s ridiculous and over the top, but then again, when you have millions to spare, this is what money buys you.
After all, I’m the CEO of a billion dollar cosmetics business, and while it took a while for our first products to get traction, we now sell internationally via a number of different product lines. We don’t just sell our original brand, Tatti. We’ve also acquiredbrands such as Hey Girl, Drunk Dragon, Katy von D, NuSpace, and our latest, PureScience, in order to appeal to every kind of woman. We peddle everything, too, from lip glosses for pre-pubescent teens to the latest chemical compound promising to turn back time. We’ve also opened a line of medspas branded PureScience in order to complement our beauty products. Women will book a day of relaxation at our locations, and come in for some pampering, nutritious bites, and lemon water. They leave rejuvenated, refreshed, and their pocket books lighter by five figures. Beauty is expensive, and I’m the man selling the good stuff.
But with the good stuff comes the good life, and I like to show my gratitude. After all, running a conglomerate like Tatti means that I have to hire the right people, and as a result, Tatti doesn’t hold back when it comes to executive retreats. This year, we’ve booked the King Wailea Resort on the Big Island, and it puts the fictional White Lotus to shame because whereas the White Lotus was certainly luxurious, there were other guests present. By contrast, Tatti has booked the entire “Royal” section of the resort so that we don’t have to mix with other travelers. Everyone in this area is a Tatti employee, and we’re living it up.
But it’s fine because again, I didn’t get here by myself; I stood on the shoulders of others. The first being my grandmother, Tatti Purdy, who founded our business back when she was a young woman working the makeup counter at Lord and Taylor. Then, over the years there were a series of trusted advisers and executives who grew Tatti until we got to where we are today: a billion-dollar conglomerate recognized the world over, with no real competitors. Sure, there are the drugstore brands, and there are a ton of European wannabes, but there’s no one like Tatti. We effectively control the cosmetics market with our broad range of products; multiple lines; and subtle, yet effectivemarketing. It takes a lot of people to run a ship this big, and the executive retreat is where we show our appreciation.
But still, I get sick of these things because as CEO, there’s a lot of wining, dining, and networking to be done. I don’t know why people think that the top dog position is one where everyone caters to you, when I generally find it to be the opposite. Instead, I’m constantly talking to people, be it investors, analysts, employees, or competitors. I constantly have to be seen, and I constantly have to work on behalf of my company. An executive retreat is no exception, either, because it’s time for the top-level executives to show their benevolence and gratitude, and as a result, it’s even more important for me to see and be seen while pressing the flesh, a mega-watt smile on my face.
Clearly, the job follows me wherever I go, and as a result, the only time that I have to myself during jaunts like these is the early morning. It’s the only period when I don’t have a breakfast meeting, lunch meeting, cocktail hour, dinner tete-a-tete, or late evening drinks. Six to seven a.m. is the golden hour when I have privacy to enjoy the luxuries of the resort without being on the clock, and as a result, I grab my swim trunks and towel before heading off to the resort’s largest pool.
The day is still misty grey as I wend my way on a stone path, but I know the Hawaiian sun will show itself in a few hours. Now, however, the resort is relatively deserted, with just a few staff smiling as I pass, and I amble without hurry to a giant infinity pool situated in the far northern reaches of the resort. Hopefully, no one’s here and I’ll be able to get in a swim and a soak uninterrupted.
But when I turn the corner to the gates of the pool, I see a colorful towel lying on one of the deck loungers, as well as a pair of discarded flip flops. Damn, someone’s here. Who getsup this early when they’re supposedly on vacation? My heart sinks because the last thing I want to do is to make chit chat at six a.m., and pretend like I’m the mood for socializing. But maybe this other person is swimming laps as well, and we’ll be able to ignore each other. I’ll have my head down in the water eighty percent of the time, anyways, and we can always use different lanes. Conversation should be kept at a minimum because workouts are important to me, and I want to maintain my already muscular physique.
But then there’s a splash at the other end of the pool, and my eyes automatically go to the sound. I thought it’d be some other dude intent on getting his workout in during the wee hours of the morning. I figured it was some other fanatical athlete, determined not to lose fitness during this extended Hawaiian vacation, focused on eating clean and maintaining muscle. But instead, there’s a gorgeous girl rising from the pool, and my cock hardens as my blue gaze swallows her up. Goddamn, but it’s Jenna May, my secretary’s daughter, and she’s a vision as she pulls herself out of the water.
Droplets sluice down her curvy form, her blonde hair slick against her head as she rises from the aquamarine waves. Big breasts are encased in a tiny red bikini top, swaying and bouncing, and her waist is nipped in and tiny, like that of a doll. But this is no doll because her hips flare wide and womanly, over which tiny bikini bottoms drape, so small as to be laughable. The crimson fabric clings to the shape of those puffy pink lips, and I swear I can even see the imprint of her clit through the material.
But Jenna moves like a sylph, with no idea that I’m here. The beautiful blonde girl rises from the waters before striding across the pool to the deck chair. She picks up her towel and then suddenly catches sight of me, jolting back with surprise.
“Oh hi Mr. Purdy,” she stammers, cheeks flushing a bit. “I didn’t realize there was someone here. You’re up early.”
“So are you,” I growl, trying to keep my eyes on her face, and not the huge, golden globes of her breasts. “Good morning, Jenna. Are you having fun at the retreat? You’re here with your mom, right?”
Of course she is because the girl is too young to be working for Tatti. What is she? Eighteen? Nineteen? God, I’m praying she’s legal because my dick’s already straining at my swim trunks, the ache painful as my shaft reacts to this lush teen.
But I can’t let on that I’m attracted because again, she’s a teenager. She’s way too young. Not only that, but Jenna’s innocent too, and naive. Her big blue eyes stare into mine, wide-eyed and doe-like, and she smiles, those plush pink lips parting to reveal pearly teeth.
“Yes, I’m here with my mom,” Jenna smiles playfully while toweling herself off a bit. “Thank you for allowing your employees to bring plus ones because I’m having a great time, Mr. Purdy. Me and Sally can hardly believe how nice our hotel room is, and we really appreciate it. You know that Sally’s been sick, and this is a great way for her to relax. Chemo has been tough, and she really values this vacation.”
I can hardly tear my gaze away from Jenna’s golden form, my cock jerking again as she subtly readjusts her bikini bottoms so that the fabric doesn’t creep upwards into the crack between those ivory globes. But with one ear, I hear what she’s saying and know I have to give some kind of reply so as to appear civilized. As a result, I nod.
“Yeah sure, no problem,” I say roughly. “Sally’s been with me for years now, and she deserves the vacation. I’m sorry about the chemo too. How’s it going?”
Jenna bites her bottom lip, and to my consternation, the young girl’s eyes suddenly fill with tears. Oh shit. I shouldn’t have asked because although Sally hasn’t been at work for the past two months, I visited her about a month ago, and my old secretary was in bad shape. She’s not old per se, probably only about forty five, but the illness has done a number on her. She’d lost all her hair, and was as bald as a baby. But that’s the least of it because hair grows back. It was Sally’s thin, papery skin and gaunt, sunken features that worried me. She had a grayish pallor to her complexion that definitely isn’t healthy, and looked barely able to lift her hand in greeting when I arrived. Still, Sally’s a trooper. My old secretary actually managed to hold a short conversation during my visit, although she did have to pause a few times, as if even talking wore her out.
But Sally May is dear to me because she’s been with me fifteen years and saved my ass multiple times. Maybe she didn’t have much in terms of education, but the woman quickly proved herself as a trustworthy and effective admin. As a result, as I rose within the company, I took her with me. We went from my cubicle; to a humble, windowless office on the fifth floor; to a nicer office on the ninth floor; and ultimately, the executive suite. The entire time, Sally was there as a trustworthy, efficient presence.
Plus, I’m not a buffoon. I take an appropriate level of interest in the people around me because it’s the right thing to do, and I have basic knowledge of Sally’s home life. I’ve always known that Sally was a single mom, and that the father was never a presence in her daughter’s life. It must have been stressful, but Sally nevercomplained. My secretary kept a stiff upper lip and was the pinnacle of professionalism at every turn. I admired her work ethic, and her contribution has been essential to my success.
I’ve met Sally’s daughter a few times too, over the years. I remember Jenna as a child, coming into our offices dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, her knees scabbed and her hair in pigtails. Then, when she was in middle school, she stopped by one day because after-school activities hadn’t started yet. By that point, Jenna was a surly pre-teen, with a mouthful of braces and zits on her chin. She barely made eye contact when I said hello, and her nose was buried in the latestTwilighttome. It was typical pre-adolescent behavior.
After that, I didn’t see Jenna for a few years, but I remember our last encounter as clear as day because by then, the young girl had grown. I’m not sure how old she was, but a gorgeous blonde showed up at Tatti one day, and my heart stopped. Jenna and Sally were going to a Broadway show together, and the young woman was clad in a form-fitting velvet mini-dress, showing off her big breasts and narrow waist. Fishnet stockings clung lovingly to her legs, paired with shiny Mary Janes that made her look incredibly sexy. Her long golden hair lay in waves down her back, and Jenna smiled innocently at me while taking her mom’s arm.
“Hi Mr. Purdy,” she said in a breathy tone. “It’s so nice to see you. We’re going to seeCatson stage tonight, but I promise to bring my mom back tomorrow without any scratches!”
Then, the young girl was out the door in a waft of perfume, and I was left in a trance, staring after her curvy form with a woody in my pants.
You sick fuck, the voice in my head scoffed.She’s what? Sixteen? Seventeen? You can’t go there.
Even I recognized the truth of those words, and I refrained from pursuing my interest. Hell, I wouldn’t even let myself speak Jenna’s name because she was so off-limits. But my obsession grew on its own. Trying to appear nonchalant, I’d ask about Jenna’s whereabouts, and how she was doing in school. Sally always beamed and smiled, reporting that Jenna was a good student and doing well with friends and activities during her senior year.
But then, Sally got sick, and started staying at home. Professionally, it’s not a big deal because by now, I have a team working for me, and her absence didn’t impact our efficiency. But without Sally at the office, I had no way to ask about Jenna, and to my surprise, I grew irritated and annoyed because Iwantto know more about the gorgeous young girl. I want to know what she does for fun, how she likes school, what makes her happy, and what gets under her skin. I want to know what she eats each day, and how she does her hair, as well as what clothes she wears. But as her mom’s boss, I could do no such thing. It would be inappropriate, not to mention fucking obsessive.
