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All successful business endeavors are more than just a vision or the drive of a single entrepreneur. If that was so then much less start up would fail. It took much more, it took finding your nitch in your chosen market, then capitalize on it, know when to expand, and just as important know when to be satisfied with your share of the market. No one person could have all the attributes or knowledge for growing that one single bright entrepreneurial into a successful international corporation, it took people, partnerships, and the recognition of raw talent. Yet most importantly it took bolt and dynamic actions when one reached a cross road, it took and executive decision.

That was the premise of Alexander Merchant's guide for the young entrepreneur in his best spelling how to guide Executive Decision. Right from the beginning, Alex had recognized that people could be your most valuable asset and in his case it was his first assistant Julia Mycroft. Miss Mycroft was so valuable to Alex that she became Mrs. Merchant. Despite the thirty plus years difference in their ages Julia was anything but a trophy wife, despite the media coverage, or the jealous whispers of the less capable. Oh yes the Media did love the Merchant's, Alex tall stern the powerful physic, the fringe of ginger hair and the touch of sliver at his temples. Julia trim eloquent in the mode of Jacqueline Kennedy. They complemented each other in other ways, ways that were not the privy of the media, ways that whoever was selected to be Alex's new Executive Assistant would soon learn.

The position of Alexander Merchant's Executive Assistant was a paid internship. Publicly Alex proclaimed it was his way of paying it forward for the next generation of entrepreneurs. However the reality of it was that young college graduates with crushing debt were much easier to manipulate and bend to his will and Julia was, as in all things an active participant in his choice of his Executive Assistant. Each candidate had to meet some very specific requirements. First all the candidates were female, they had to have a keen active imagination, be burdened with crushing student loans, and possessed of sweet naïve innocence. An innocence that would be short lived in the young lady's new position.

"Miss Carson send in the next candidate."

Each girl was made to wait a minimum of two hours in the outer offices of Merchant Technical Industries International. The wait separated the proud and haughty from the meek and needy.

Alexander Merchant watched over the CCT feed the pacing, texting, and the fuming posturing of the latest covey of potential Assistants. As always the very competent Miss Carson ruled supreme over his outer office. It was Miss Carson who made the initial cull of the prospective applicants. Bleached blondes, dyed debutants, or fortune hunters would never get passed her desk or the door to the inner sanctum that she controlled. Miriam Carson had already narrowed the field to three possibilities. A stunning little redheaded beauty, A Nordic beauty with shimmering ash blond hair, and a shy little chestnut brown hair girl that seemed to so desperately tried to hide her obvious beauty. It was five hours had passed before Mr. Merchant gate keeper allowed Angela into the inner sanctum.

"Miss Johnson, Mr. Merchant will see you now." With those simple words Miriam Carson ushered Angela before the great man himself.

"Mr. Merchant Miss Johnson." No chair had been provided for the candidates and Miriam Carson had guided Angela to stand before the large mahogany desk as if she were an errant schoolgirl brought before the Head Master to answer for some offense. "Miss Johnson tell me about yourself and why I should employ you as my Executive Assistant."

Alex sat on the other side of that massive desk his fingers tented before his face his piercing gray eyes slowly taking in every detail of her lithe young body from her shimmering silken tress, the soft curves of her face, the sensual curve of her breasts, the way her prim and proper white blouse draped across them. The seductive tuck of her waist and the swell of her hips, his eyes continuing their appraisal as he noticed the pleasing curve of Angela's calves. The girl physically had potential but what he was looking for went beyond the purely physical.

Julia Merchant was shielded from sight by the massive oak door of Alex's inner sanctum when Miriam Carson had ushered the newest candidate for her husband Executive Assistant in. The girl moved with a naturally fluid sensual grace that she apparently was not even aware of. There also was a certain nervous energy to her movements as well that Julia found so seductively delicious. Julia folded her arms just under her breast as she silently leaned against the rich oak paneling and cast an appraising eye on this young innocent, for everything about the girl's demeanor spoke of the most scintillating innocence. Her conservative prim and proper white blouse was tucked neatly into simple black knee-length skirt. Julia found Miss Johnson's practical little pumps only enhanced that overall picture of naïve innocence. She was brought back to the present when Alex asked; "Miss Johnson tell me about yourself and why I should employ you as my Executive Assistant."

A wry knowing smile bowed Julia Merchant's full ripe lips. So Alex had seen it to, well of course her would, Julia chided herself. She watched her husband's eyes as they evaluated the supple young body of the girl in front of him. Neither, Alex or Julia paid much attention to what Angela said but rather looked for little ticks that would tell them so much more. Julia saw how the young woman's sweet little heart shaped derrière would flex, grow taunt as she fought to keep from fidgeting. Alex noted that Angela made a conscious effort to avoid truly making eye contact with him but rather looked slightly to the left and fought to keep from demurely lowering her eyes.

"... and graduated at the top of my class, Mr. Merchant. I can assure you that with all that, you will not be disappointed in my performance. My number one mission is to be the lifeblood of your organization," Again aware that in all things timing was everything Alexander Merchant let a deafening silence linger between them. It took little more than a minute for Angela Johnson to demurely lower her eyes, Alex could almost see the sigh of relief, then the way the girl's breath caught and she corrected her error.

"What do you think Julia?" For the first time Julia Merchant's presence was made known." Miss Johnson apparently has the academic qualifications Alex." There was a cool almost indifferent quality to Julia Merchant's voice. "But the position requires more than just academic qualifications Miss Johnson. It requires a certain style."

"Quite true Julia for Miss Johnson will be not only representing Merchant Technical Industries International, but myself as well, as my personal representative." Julia and Alex continued to discuss Angela as if she wasn't even there. It was then that Julia suddenly said. "Miss Johnson let down your hair, and unbutton the next two buttons of your blouse and turn around and face me." Though Julia's voice maintained its cool detachment there was a soft but unmistakable note of authoritarian command to it.

Julia's bemused little smile never faded as she made her outrageous demand of Miss Angela Johnson. Julia's face remained impassive that was until Angela demurely dropped her gaze as her fingers loosed her dark chestnut mane which cascaded down her back, it's weight drawing her chin up though her soft eyes remained demurely down cast as her apparently numb fingers trembled slightly as she slowly unbuttoned the first button and then the next. Slowly turning around to face Ms Merchant, Angela didn't even try to raise her eyes from the floor as she awaited her judgment.

"She would have to cut her hair..." Julia commented as he let her fingers run through Angela's silken mane. "What do you think Alex, shoulder length?"

"Shorter I think Julia a Pixie cut, something fresh and daring." Ummmmmm Julia mused and Alex knew she was reluctant to lose that long thick luxurious hair that she could so easily control the young dark haired beauty with. Yet she could see that requiring the shy beauty to sacrifice her hair was also a test for Miss Johnson to see how far she would initially go to get this paid internship, and then that angelic face would never be hidden from them.

"And she would have to do something about her attire Alex." Julia eased back the material of Angela's blouse until just a hint of cleavage was reveled then her long manicured finger's loosed the next button of Angela's blouse and Julia finger caressed the girl's soft silken skin as she eased back the virginal white material and expose a hint of the sensual curve of the young candidates firm young breast. "Would you be willing to cut your Hair Miss Johnson and make the alterations to your wardrobe to better reflect the views and cutting edge image of Merchant Technical Industries International?"

"I,... would be,... be happy to make whatever, ... alterations to my wardrobe that you would, ... suggest." The shy little dark hair beauty stammered. "And I'd cut...my...hair if you think it's necessary..." Angela turned her soft pleading eyes up to Julia's cool hazel eyes, her angelic voice trembling as she pleaded, "but, please... please... surely a p-p-pixie cut is unnecessary?!?!"

"You would refuse such a simple request Miss Johnson? Is your hair more important to you than presenting the proper image for Merchant Technical Industries International?" Julia icily asked the frightened young beauty. Alex was interested in just how far this charming young innocent would go to get the position that was too good to be true. For her part Julia would settle for nothing less than for this gorgeous young creature to bend to her will. The thoughts of shearing the young beauty's pride, and joy of her fingers gripping her short hair and forcing those sweet full ripe lips to hers in a soul searing kiss was so darkly appealing.

"Are you willing to place yourself in our hands to shape and mold you for success Miss Johnson?" Before the confused young beauty could answer Julia softly demanded. "Raise your skirts Miss Johnson I wish to see your legs my dear."

The back and forth, to keep Angela off balance continued without let up continued. Yet always either Julia or Alex held out the hope that Angela was still in the running for the coveted position, if she did as they demanded. It was obvious that Miss Angela Johnson was caught on the horns of a dilemma; refuse the demands that the Merchant's were making of her and pass up the coveted paid internship or submit to their outrageous demands of her. One road would allow her to gain not only valuable work experience and help pay her student loans. The other road would leave Angela her pride and a mountain of crushing debt.

"Yes, Mrs. Merchant" Angela softly replied even as she gathered the material of her conservative skirt in her trembling fingers. Julia impassive expression belied the excitement she felt as the helm of the chaste little beauty skirt slowly crept up her shapely legs before it stopped an inch above Angela's knees. "A little higher my dear." Julia Merchant icily cooed, her voice held that note of authority that demanded obedience. When the helm of the blushing young graduate's skirt was a full 2 inches above her knees Julia simply directed her. "Turn around so Alex can see as well."

Alex Merchant let Angela stand there with her skirts high above her knees. His face unreadable his fingers still tented before his face. "You may let your skirt down Miss Johnson." Alex let the silence between them linger and become deafening.

"If you would be kind enough to accompany Julia She will give you some guidance as to what would be required of you when it comes to appropriate attire Miss Johnson." Again the hope of winning the coveted internship was held out to Angela this time so close that she could almost feel like she could grasp it.

Julia Merchant led the blushing young beauty to her own office. "Miss Johnson would you be so kind as to remove your skirt and blouse so I can take accurately take your measurements. Alex's assistants always wear tailored business attire." Again the illusion that Angela was getting ever closer to winning the position if only she took one l more little step.

Alex watch the little scene between Angela and Julia unfold on the CCTY screen.

"Ms Merchant, I'm very much aware of my measurements. I'd be happy to write them down for you." The girl was obviously way out of her comfort zone and quite nervous to boot. Julia watched as the tip of Angela's little pink tongue slide across the full ripe bow of her lower lip in an effort to moisten her parched lips. Her soft angelic voice had just a hint of a tremble to it as Angela struggled to maintain control.

"When it comes to tailored clothing Miss Johnson more is required than just your hips, waist and bust size..." Julia paused and let an icy silence linger for a heart beat or two before commenting. "...It is Mrs. Merchant not Ms. Young lady." It had come to a critical moment in the next few moments this adorable little submissive would take her next step in a dark life that Alex and Julia were already planning for her or go storming out of Julia's office the search for just the right Executive Assistant would have to continue.

"Miss Johnson you have till the count of five to remove your Blouse and skirt or I shall regrettably terminate this interview...one... I had such high hopes for you Miss Johnson...two...three..." Julia enunciated each number in a clear icy tone . Mrs. Merchant had offered Angela a glimmer of hope that the position was all but hers and then had snatched it away as she had said "two" leaving the young beauty only two options comply or flee.

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How adorable Alex thought as he watched Angela, on the CCT monitor, worry the sensual bow of her lower lip like a naughty little schoolgirl worried about passing her finals. As always Julia had gauged the young beauty with her usual perceptive ability to edge her on, to take one more step into her new life. He loved the little pressure Julia applied as she icily intoned; "...one... I had such high hopes for you, Miss Johnson...two...three..."

Alex's smile broaden as Angela's delicate fingers, trembling, slid her skirt's zipper down, a maidenly blush tinged her flawless cheeks an adorable, sensual shade of pink, as her skirt cascaded down her shapely legs, to pool around her trim little ankles.

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Julia loved how Angela's cheeks flared bright red then faded to sensual pink as she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders and down her arms. Clutching her blouse in one hand, she stood before Julia in her prim and oh so proper plain white bra, panties and pantyhose. Julia slowly circled the blushing beauty, with one arm resting just under her breasts while her other hand raised to her face and idly tapped her lips with a single finger as she evaluated the stunning young beauty before her. "Mr. Merchant's assistants wear stockings Miss Johnson...NOT... pantyhose." Julia frowned purposefully, then dramatically turned on her heel and briskly strode to her desk to get a tape measure, then returned to stand before the hapless Miss.

"Stand up straight arms straight out to the side Miss Johnson!" Julia's voice had that clear crisp note of authority that demanded obedience. Julia measured from top of Angela's shoulder to the break of her wrist and noted the measurement. Next Mrs. Merchant measured from the nape of Angela's neck to her finger tips making sure to press her own full firm breast to the girls back , Julia's pubic mound pressed to the girl's shapely firm little derrière. As Julia slowly came around the young beauty her finger tips trailed over her smooth silken shoulder.

"Hands clasped at the nape of your neck elbows out Miss Johnson!" Julia reached around Angela to take her bust measurement her own breasts crushed to the girl's, her lips just a breath away from the young girl's her hot moist breath bathing Angela's angelic face. Julia took a step back drew the tape measure tight and slowly shifted it back and forth across the girl's nipples encased in her prim and oh so proper bra.

"Damn!" Julia cursed as she slid the tape measure from the blushing beauty. "I cannot get an accurate measure Miss Johnson...Remove your bra Miss!" There was no need to give the little submissive an either or choice for they both knew failure to comply with Julia's instructions would have but one outcome.

Julia loved how her little protégé hesitated as her prim and proper past came into headlong conflict with the demands of getting this coveted position that not only offered her relief from her crushing student loans but also real world work experience. She watched almost impassively as the girl stood there with her hands clasped at the nape of her neck, her elbows straight out and her firm young breasts straining against her very proper white bra. Julia bided her time waiting for her the adorable little submissive to take her neck step into the dark world that awaited her.

Mrs. Merchant eyes smiled down into Angela's as the innocent young beauty's trembling fingers finally managed to unhook her bra and slipped it from her gorgeous young body. Julia savored the sensual little shivering that passed through that supple young body. The additional shame of standing bared to the waits causing the young innocent to blush hotly. "Better Miss Johnson hands at the nape of your neck elbows out." Julia strong supple body once more pressed to Angela's, this time to her naked breasts. Mrs. Merchant slid the tape measure over the innocent young girl's bared nipples , sliding it back and forth over them as she gagged just how responsive Angela's gorgeous supple young body was.

"Have you ever worn a corset or thigh high hose Miss Johnson?"

Julia loved how responsive Angela's body was her nipples were hard little pebbled peaks in a matter of seconds and that adorable crimson blush that showed just how innocent and desperate this prim and proper young Miss truly was. It was all that Julia could no not to entwine her fingers in the young beauty's hair and forcibly kiss her when all Angela could do was nod not to her question. "I trust that a corset and thigh high stocking will not present a problem for you Miss Johnson for as our company name implies we are an international cooperation and cater to the sensibilities and traditional values of or multinational associates." Julia checked the notations of Angela's measurements she had taken before calling her own assistant.

"Take these and bring me a corset, black thigh high hose, ..." Julia turned to the scandalized young beauty at having been seen not only by Mrs. Merchant in nothing but her panties but by her assistant as well. "Your shoe size Miss Johnson!" With her assignment and Angela's measurement in hand the petite blond scurried out of the office to do her Boss's bidding. Julia smiled to herself as she prepared to push the gorgeous young beauty a little further.

"Miss Johnson those panties will never due my dear, their panty line will ruin the suit I have coming for you... Take them off." Julia held up a thong that was little more than a glorified g-string and in the other hand a scandalous pair of black lace boy shorts. "Choose Miss Johnson!" The scandalous panties dangled from Julia's finger tips as she waited for the sweet young innocent to chose and to strip away the last of her clothing, the last bit of modesty left to her.

Julia Merchant had slowly turned the whole concept of the interview from one that held out the possibility of a coveted position to one that played upon Miss Angela Johnson's natural submissive nature. Angela pointed at the lace pair of black lace boy shorts with slightly trembling fingers "I approve of your choice Miss Johnson now out of those panties of yours." Julia snatched back the offered scandalous panties until Angela complied and removed her panties to stand in all her youthful naked glory before Mrs. Julia Merchant. What the shy little beauty did not know was that Julia's were not the only eyes savoring her girlish and womanly charms and the hot pink blush that tinged her creamy ivory skin the most adorable shade of pink from the tip of her nose to the tip of her toes.
"Turn around slowly Miss Johnson!" Julia motioned for the gorgeous naked little beauty to make a little pirouette. "Your very attractive Miss Johnson your lover must be a very happy man..." There was no hiding the shock that flared in the young girl's eyes. "...a woman?" Julia cocked her head and smiled into the young beauty's eyes.

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Alexander Merchant had watched on the CCT screen as Julia masterfully dominate Miss Angela Johnson, playing on the girl's desperate desire and need for the coveted paid internship and her obviously submissive nature. But now it was time for him to do more than just watch Julia as she had talked and cajoled the innocent young beauty out of every last stitch of her clothing.

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"Julia." Alex called as he entered his wife's office.

"Miss Johnson." Alex cordially greeted the scandalized and naked young beauty.

"Alex!!" Julia squealed like an excited schoolgirl as she tossed aside the panties she had been offering to Angela and threw her arms around her husband's neck. The Merchant's were between Angela, the panties and the door leaving the young beauty no avenue of escape.

"I do believe Miss Johnson has potential Alex. Miss Gleason is getting her proper attire." Julia and Alex Merchant discussed Angela as If she wasn't even there. Her avenues of escape cut off and when she went to reach for some of her clothing Julia coolly stated. "Did I say you could move Miss Johnson!"

"But..." Angela managed to squeak.

"Miss Johnson!" Julia had stripped Angela Johnson of everything of her old life, well at least all the outward trappings. Alex looked at the naked young beauty as she stood before them her dainty hands balled at her side. He leisurely took in every inch of her gorgeous young body. Now that she had been stripped of her past trappings it was time to remold this young innocent to their desires. Julia and Alex let Angela stand there in all her naked glory in a deafening silence until a soft knock came at the office door.

"Enter!" Julia commanded and Miss Gleason followed by Miss Carson briskly entered. Miss Gleason brought a corset, black thigh high hose, garters, and a pair of stylish black pumps with a higher heel than Angela had probably ever worn. Miss Carson was carrying a pale dove grey business suite and a white silk blouse. Neither woman paid the slightest attention to the fact that Angela was standing stark naked in the middle of Julia Merchant's office. It was if finding her naked as the day she was born here in public was the most natural thing in the world.

"Your panties Miss Johnson." Julia gracefully knelt before the naked young beauty and she held the scandalous little black lace boy short panties open before Angela for her to step into. "Well Miss Johnson...I am waiting".

The little chestnut haired beauty was visible trembling as she lifted first one dainty little foot and then the other into the scandalous little black panties that Julia Merchant held open for her. The older woman's hands slowly, sensual, began to slide the naughty little lacey black panties up the long sculptured columns of Angela's shapely leg. Julia's hands seductively caressed the sensual curve of the trembling young beauty's calves; her hot moist breath bathed the soft velvet flawless perfection of Angela's inner thighs. Julia smiled wickedly as the dark fleece of her Mon's dance in her hot moist breath. Julia slowly stood in a slow, sinuous, graceful, motion; her body caressing their young protégé's as she did so. Mrs. Merchant could see the obvious relief in the girl's eyes that finally her naked little pussy was once more hidden from their view.

"Stockings!" Immediately Miss Gleason handed the 'Mistress' the nude thigh high hose. Again Julia knelt before the young girl and then smiled up into her wide innocent eyes. "Miss Johnson your foot!"

Alex leaned against his wife's desk as he watched her sensual seduction of the young innocent as she began to roll the first stocking up the girl's shapely leg. Alex wondered just how aroused this young innocent would be by the time Julia smooth both stockings into place.

There was an imperious aspect to Alex Merchant's casual posture as he savored the slow subtitle seduction of the innocent dark haired innocent as Julia now slowly rolled the thigh high stocking up her shapely firm young leg. The sweet sensual fragrance of Angela's innocent arousal was intoxicating. By the time that Julia had smoothed the stocking in place the girl's breathing was coming in short little staggered gasps. Alex saw that wicked little smile as she held out her hand for the other thigh stocking. "Miss Johnson your foot my dear."

Both Julia and Alex Merchant had no doubt that Miss Angela Johnson would do as she was told. Oh she may convince herself she was doing it for that paid internship that she had to do whatever they asked because she had to pay off her crushing student loan debt. Yet that wicked little smile that bowed Julia moist ripe lips was fueled by the fact that Julia knew that this young beauty was a natural submissive eager to please , and eager to be cherished. Julia's fingers smoothed the stocking into place her finger tips lazily caressing Angela's inner thigh her breath, hot, moist and so sensually seductive washed over the young innocents black lace covered pussy. Again Julia slowly, seductively, rose, her lithe body sensually caressing Angela's as she stood.

"Bra!"

"Wait!...A moment Julia." Julia cocked her head ever so slightly curious to see what Alex was up to.

"Slowly turn around Miss Johnson." Alex waited for the young blushing Miss to do as she had been directed. "Julia Our Miss Johnson has no need of a bra my dear it would be like defacing a work of Art." Julia nodded her agreement and waited to see what the young innocent would do at this turn of events.

"Miss Johnson..." Julia scolding intoned when Angela crossed her arms over her firm young breasts, followed by a stern look of disappointment. Julia's cool dark hazel eyes eloquent in their silent command for the young beauty to once more drop her arms to her side.

"Corset ... Arms straight out to the side Miss Johnson!" Julia reached around young Angela her strong firm body pressed to the young girl's. Slowly Julia began to fasten the eyes and hooks of the corset until at last Angela snugly caressed by the garment. "Alex be so kind as to lace Miss Johnson up".

Alex Merchant stepped up behind the young beauty and began to draw the laces of her corset even tighter. The stray wisps of hair at the nape of her neck danced with each breath he took. As the corset's laces drew tight they nipped in Angela's trim little waist and lifted her breast up and perfectly displaying them. The demi cups of that pale virginal white corset barely cover Angela's pale pink nipples.

"Miss Johnson you look adorable my dear almost good enough to eat." Julia cooed so sweetly yet what Alex Merchant noticed was the faint but unmistakable intoxicating fragrance of sweet young Miss Johnson's growing arousal. The question was what this young innocent would do next. Julia's firm womanly body was lightly pressed to the girl's her dark hazel eyes tenderly holding Angela's captive. Julia could see he hesitation the confusion and all the conflicting emotions that were surging through the gorgeous young beauty. Yet it was a dark little gleam deep in the clear depths of Angela's stunningly beautiful eyes that caught Mrs. Merchant's attention. It was gone almost as soon as it appeared and yet.

"Yes Our Miss Johnson is." Alex sensual cooed.

"Blouse" Julia's lips sensually brushed the sweet young innocent's, a fleeting kiss that so teasingly brushed Angela's lips, gone so quickly, that it left the young girl wondering wither that kiss had even happened. The Blouse was a soft ivory color and very translucent. It allowed the viewer a shadowed glimpse of Angela's firm proud young breasts and a teasing silhouette of her corseted figure.

"Skirt" Once more Julia Merchant was kneeling before the young innocent as she held the skirt open, in a now familiar routine. Julia eager to see how the dove grey skirt would cling to the girl's firm heart shaped derrière. Yet this time as Julia sensually worked the tailored skirt up Angela's shapely legs, over her firm little derrière, and over the swell of her hips. Alex's hands drew the girl back against his firm hard body, his thumbs brushing the curve of Angela's breasts.

It was all that Julia Merchant could do not to break out in gales of laughter at the bemused expression on Miss Johnson's angelic face her hand half way to full ripe lips her dainty fingers extended as if to caress her own lips to determine if she had really been kissed by Mrs. Merchant. At Julia's crisp command "Skirt"! Angela's hand froze and as Her Mistress once more knelt before her the young innocent seemed to relax as a now familiar scene was about to be played out. But that moment of relaxation soon was a thing of the past, her soft innocent eyes wide in horror, wondering what the woman would think, both of her husband hands holding her against himself and of her nipples so rigidly at attention.

"My dear you look very attractive...but a tad nervous...I have such hopes for you my dear...An Executive Assistant at Merchant Technical Industries International...must always appear composed...and at ease!" Julia had purposely paused from time to time for dramatic effect and to keep the young beauty off balance.

"Pumps" Again Julia was kneeling before Angela as she held out a pale dove grey pump for Angela to slip her foot into. Julia ran her hand up the back of Angela's shapely leg as she helped her into the pump whose heel was tall enough to accentuate the sensual curve of the girl's calve. Then Julia was sensually helping Angela into the other pump. Alex Merchant was still holding the girl in his arms his hard lean body pressed to hers, his thumbs grazing the swell of her breasts.

"Jacket" Alex stepped back leaving Angela Johnson to stand unsupported while Julia held out the jacket for Angela to slip her arms into. Julia reached around her to fasten the two buttons of the garment, then stepped back from the young innocent beauty to savor the changes she had made to Angela's ensemble. The whole ensemble was chosen to highlight Miss Angela Johnson's feminine charms.

"The Job is yours Miss Johnson..." Alex paused for a moment before continuing. "...for a probationary period of two months Miss Johnson."

"Congratulations my dear. Welcome to Merchant Technical Industries International." This time there was no doubt that Julia's full luscious lips had brushed Angela's in a less than chaste kiss.

Angela could hardly believe that he had said "The Job is yours, Miss Johnson" even if it was only for a probationary period of two months, it was a start. Alex Merchant found Angela's smile adorably innocent, and the way she beamed with pleasure at her success in landing the coveted internship gave the girl's creamy ivory skin the most sensual glow. That glow was tinged by the most erotic shade of pink when Julia boldly kissed her. The Merchants had kept the young innocent off balance throughout her very personal and intimate job interview. They now turned Angela Johnson over to the care of Miss Gleason and Miss Carson.

Miss Gleason and Miss Carson kept Angela quite busy for the rest of the day with visits to Human Services and a mind numbing mountain of paper work, non disclosure agreements, and buried in the depths of that mind numbing paper work, forms and contracts that gave Alex and Julia Merchant power of attorney over every aspect of the young beauty's life. It was then and only then that the efficient Miss Gleason and Miss Carson delivered the Merchants newest little toy back to the Master and Mistress.

"Miss Johnson you will accompany Mr. Merchant and myself back home this evening." It was not a request but a softly spoken command that left no doubt that if Angela baulked, that her hardly won victory would be for naught and her coveted job would be over even before it had started. For their part Alex and Julia were eager to get their new little play toy home so they could begin to unwrap her and savor her sweet innocent charms. They smiled at each other as they rode home, Miss Angela Johnson nestled between them, in the back seat of their limousine.

Julia Merchant let her hand rest on Angela's leg, her well manicured fingers every once and awhile giving the girl's firm thigh a sensual little caress and seductive little squeeze. Reinforcing that her behavior towards Miss Johnson was in fact quite normal and subtly playing upon the young innocent's naturally submissive nature and desire to please. For his part Alex seemed to ignore his wife and Angela as he read his evening paper paying particular attention to the financial reports and the day's trading on the worldwide markets. Each time he turned a page or folded back a page of the paper his elbow seductively caressed the firm round swell of his new assistant's breast. Without ever saying a word to each other Alex and Julia Merchant had ensured that young Miss Angela Johnson's ride to their home would be a rather sensual and seductively stimulate drive.

It was all Julia could do not to giggle or laugh out right at the startled little gasped that escaped their young protégé's sweet moist lips as she caught her first glimpse of Rève Noir. Julia could see Angela's moist ripe lips "O" silently as she apparently was counting the widows and turrets of the Queen Ann style gothic Manor, the girl's soft eyes wide with wonder, in the fading light of day. "Rève Noir Miss Johnson and was built by one of the wealthiest Robber Barons of the last century. Alex and I fell in love with it the first time we saw it."

The limousine had pulled up under the ornate protocol a foot man scurrying to open the limousine's door for Mr. Merchant and stood rigidly at attention as he exited the car. Alex held out his hand to Angela.

"Miss Johnson." As the young innocent beauty exited the limo the footman deafly tripped her with such skill that Angela was unaware of the act as she tumbled into Alex Merchant's arms, Angela's supple young body pressed to his hard lean body. Her breast pressed to his chest, his shirt and her daring translucent silken blouse the only barrier between them.

"Jordan Miss Johnson will be in the lily room tonight."

"Yes Sir". Came the acknowledgement from a decidedly soft voice that was obviously female. Angela Johnson was still held firmly in her Employer's arms as Julia brushed by them. "I trust you like beef Miss Johnson and wine. However if beef is not to your liking let Jordan know and she will tell chef what you desire." Julia knew that Jordan would ensure no matter what Angela selected for her dinner it would be specially prepared by chef and spiced with a little something special to lower the young beauty's resistance, for Julia intended that Miss Angela Johnson would be this evening's desert.

The tip of Jordan's little pink tongue slid across the sensual bow of her lower lip as Angela stammered. "Umm, no, Mrs. Merchant... Beef is fine although I really don't drink... I don't have much tolerance for it I fear."

"My dear Miss Johnson wine with dinner is not drinking my dear, but a means of heightening ones pallet, so you can more fully enjoy the experience." Jordan smiled at the double meaning of the Mistress's seemingly innocent statement even as she felt Madame's fingers trail across her firm little derrière, even as her other hand lifted Angela's chin with a single finger so she could gaze down into the young beauty's stunning soft eyes, as once more Angela found herself sandwiched between Alex and Julia Merchant.

"I'm terribly sorry for my clumsiness, sir... I'm good now... Y-y-you can let me go now and I promise I won't mow you down." There was a sensual little nervous note to the girl's soft angelic voice. "You promise to be a good girl then Miss Johnson!" Alex Merchant's voice was very dark and seemed to caress Angela's senses as much as it was heard. Slowly he and Julia took a step back leaving the young coed tittering on her heels.

"Miss if you follow me I shall show you to your room." Jordan cooed softly yet like the Merchants there was a subtitle note of command in the young tawny golden haired beauty's voice. As Jordan led Angela to her room it was the first time Angela really got a good look at the young footman. She could be no more that eighteen or twenty and the white satin knee breeches she wore and the ivory stockings caressed the young blonde's stunning figure like a second skin. Her tawny golden tresses had been cut in a short unisex pixie cut, but Jordan figure was most defiantly female and the cut of her livery uniform displayed her charms to perfection.

"The Lily room Miss." Jordan opened the door on not a simple room but a lavish suit. The bed chamber was dominated by an ivory colored bed that could easily accommodate several couples. In addition there was a sitting room, the bath was not so much a tub but a shallow pool, and there was a walk in closet. "Dinner is at eight Miss and will be announced by a gong... The Merchants value punctuality Miss. But you have time for a bath if you desire."

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Though Alex and Julia both were tempted to watch and see if their new little protégé would elect to bath before dinner they had preparations to make. The gentle pull of the bell cord brought Mr. Magabi, their chef. "Lawrence we will have a young guest for dinner this evening I think medallions of beef, a fresh garden salad, a melody of vegetables, a bottle of garnacha de Fuego for the main course..." Alex paused for a moment before continuing a wicked smile bowing his lips "... Oh Lawrence as we intend to have Miss Johnson for desert a little something special for her dinner."

"Something to place your young Miss Johnson in a euphoric state where she is a receptive mood to yours and Mistress' advances, Yes Sir."

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Precisely at 8PM the softly demanding echo of a gong called all at Rève Noir to dinner. Alex Merchant sat at the head of the table Julia to his right and Jordan escorted Angela to the seat at his left. Lawrence brought in the first course of what would prove to be a sumptuous meal. He moved with a grace that belied his huge stature, the ivory plates were in stark contrast to his huge ebony hands and they seemed little more than saucers in them. Jordan poured the wine and made sure that Angela's glass was always at least half full. Lawrence made sure that the young innocent's meal was spiced as the Master and Mistress desired.

Two hours and many glasses of wine, after Lawrence had set the first course before them; the dark maroon table cloth was cleared and swept clean. It was then that Julia Merchant imperiously announced. "Now for desert!" Julia slow rose and with the sensual predatory grace of a tigress on the hunt, she passed behind her husband, to stand behind Angela her hands resting on the girl's shoulders.

"My dear Miss Johnson I think we can dispense with your suit jacket my dear no need to be so formal." Julia cooed in the young coed's ear as she slid the girl's chair back. Alex took both of Angela Johnson's hands in his and drew her to her feet as Julia slipped the suit jacket from her shoulders.

"And your blouse as well Miss Johnson." Alex whispered his lips now just a breath away from the young innocent's moist ripe lips, each word he spoke, sensually brushed Angela's lips so seductively... His fingers loosening the first two buttons of Angela's blouse.

"Oh yes!!" Julia gasped in a deeply throaty voice as she nibbled on the young girl's neck and earlobe. Lawrence and Jordan stood by in attendance in case the sweet innocent young dove tried to fly and escape her sensually wicked seduction.
Jordan and Lawrence's eyes grew wide in anticipation as the Merchants newest little play toy stiffened visibly as Julia nibbled on her ear and Alex talented finger loosed the third button of the girl's blouse, his fingertips sensually trailed across the firm supple curve of Angela's breast as they came to the little pearl button over her quivering abdomen. The ebony giant's tongue moistened his lips and his eyes blazed with desire for the pale beauty caught between the Master and Mistress. His jaw tightened as sweet Miss Johnson visibly relaxed.

"Don't worry Chef Lawrence you will have your chance at this tasty little morsel if not this evening then soon. You know the Master and Mistress's desires." Jordan cooed softly her own breath was coming noticeable quicker as Alex drew Angela's blouse from her skirt and Julia slid it from her shoulders so that the young beauty stood before them in her corset her firm young breast straining to be free.

Alex knew that their innocent young protégé was caught in a darkly sensual world. A world where a sensual pleasure caressed and consumed her, a dreamy euphoric state to be enjoyed, despite here sheltered life and conservative upbringing, after all hadn't the Merchants seen her naked earlier that day? It was Angela's sweet innocence and her obviously submissive nature that had first caught their attention. Now it was time to savor her sweet delicious charms.

"You may step out of your heels now Miss Johnson and then remove your skirt..." Julia soft mesmerizing voice sensually cooed into the young coed's ear, Julia's teeth raking across the young girl's earlobe. "You did promise to be a 'Good Girl' for me!" Alex sternly reminded his new excusive assistant. They knew that obedience was learned and Miss Angela Johnson had proven to be a very fast learner

"You have been such a good girl so far Miss Johnson and I am sure you wish to continue to be so Angela." It was one of the few times that Mrs. Merchant had used Angela's first name. The stray wisps of hair at the nape of the girl's neck danced so seductively with each word that Julia cooed. The soft metallic whisper of Angela Johnson's skirt's zipper teasingly encouraging the young beauty to do as her Mistress directed. "You May remove your stocking as well Miss Johnson." Each time that the young intern did as she was directed Julia and Alex praised her telling Angela what a "Good Girl" she was, and how she pleased them, and how proud they were that she was willing to do all they asked, and that they were sure she would pass her probationary period with flying colors.

"Lawrence , Jordan, be so kind as to help Miss Johnson to recline on the table." All held their breath to see if Angela would do all that she had been told. The Chef and the golden footman held their hand out to the young coed to aid her as the Master and Mistress had instructed.

Julia Merchant savored each little surrender of their innocent young protégé as her naturally submissive nature was now set free from the pious self-righteous morality that her parents had drummed into her all her young life and by the sweet liberating drugs that Chef Lawrence had spiced sweet young Angela's meal with. Julia loved the way the young innocent beamed each time she was praised for being a "Good Girl", how with those words of praise, she innocently did as her Mistress and Master commanded without hesitation eager to please and to be their good little girl.

Lawrence and Jordan eyes filled with dark desire for this chaste young beauty as they watched her shed her clothing. Watched as she, like a butterfly, emerged from the cocoon of her clothing to stand before all in nothing but the dove grey corset and scandalous thong panties; her remaining garments doing nothing to hide the girl's supple charms, but rather draw the viewer's eyes to them. The soft dove grey of Angela's corset highlighted her flawless creamy ivory skin, the dusky pink of her areolas, and the hint of pale pink of her taunt little nipple, as they played peek-a-boo over the edge of the demi cup of her corset.

"Lawrence, Jordan, be so kind as to help Miss Johnson to recline on the table." With their hands extended to aid this delicious little morsel on to the table, so that she could be severed up to her Master and Mistress to feast upon. Angela baulked her smooth brow wrinkling in concentration as if she was warring with herself, as she desperately tried to sort out what she would do next. There was an adorable quizzical look on her angelic face as she took a step back as if she was questioning whether this was proper, a step back into the waiting arms of Mrs. Merchant.

"You did promise Mr. Merchant to be a "Good Girl" Miss Johnson and up to know you have been a very "Good Girl" and a very pleasing young lady as well..." Once more that sweetly cooed seductive voice was at Angela's ear the warmth of Julia's body caressing Angela's and those wicked teeth grazing her earlobe. "...You really don't want to be a bad little girl now, do you Miss Johnson..."

"Wouldn't it be wonderful to be able to slip out of your corset Miss Johnson...?" Alex Merchant dark hazel eyes smiled down into the girl's wide soft eyes even as his fingers began to loosen the hooks and eyes of the girl's corset. "...To be able to take a deep breath and be free of its confines Miss Johnson..." The last of the hooks and eyes of Angela's corset surrendered to Alex seductively talented fingers.

"... Now be our good girl, take their hands and let them help you lie down so you can relax and enjoy all that we have to offer you..." Julia cooed as she slipped the dove grey corset form the young beauty's gorgeous supple body leaving her naked as the day she was born, the only shred of modesty left her the scandalous little lacy thong panties. Lawrence and Jordan's out stretched hands waiting for the innocent young beauty to take them so they could prepare her for her Master and Mistress pleasure to prepare for the fate they had planned for her.

"... Now be our good girl, take their hands and let them help you lie down baby doll..." This time the innocent young beauty hesitated only a moment before taking a hesitant step forward. A bemused thoughtful smile seemed to bow Angela's moist ripe lips as their young protégé took another step forward, and then another as she now seemed eager to take the hands that were outstretched to her. As she slipped her hands into those awaiting hers Julia cooed, "That's Our Good Girl!" It was only a subtitle shift, but an important one, as Julia Merchant began to plant the seeds in the young innocent's drugged clouded mind that she somehow now belonged to them.

Lawrence and Jordan took the innocent young girl's hands in theirs and led her to the table that was spread with an immaculate maroon table cloth. They led the stunning young beauty to the broad table, a trusting little lamb being led to the slaughter, a virgin sacrifice to her Master and Mistress's darkest carnal desires. Lawrence's massive ebony hands closed around Angela's trim little waist. His dark soulful eyes smiled down into her soft trusting eyes while he lifted her on to the table as if she were as light as a feather. Then Jordan, the golden haired beauty, eased Angela back to recline on the table, fanning her russet chestnut brown hair out to form a dark halo that surrounded the young beauty's angelic face.

Julia and Alex took a moment to savor the way that Lawrence and Jordan had posed their young coed for their enjoyment. Then with a node Lawrence bent forward his thumbs hooked into the waist band of Angela's Lacy thong.

"That's "Our Good Girl" Miss Johnson, our sweet pleasing girl..." Julia let her words of praise wash over the hapless young beauty. She let her voice caress the sweet young coed who she intended to feast on.

"Lift your hips Miss Johnson...You did promise to be "Our Good Girl"!" Alex whispered in his dark commanding voice , a voice that was felt as much as it was heard. Lawrence smiled as he slowly worked the girl's panties over her hips. If she baulked now a quick yank and those panties would be nothing but a scrap of lace, a memory, and he and Jordan would force the girl to the Master and Mistress's will. On the other hand if she did as she was commanded then her evening would be filled with the most deliciously forbidden pleasure as her Master and Mistress feasted on her innocence and supped on the sweet nectar of her gorgeous young body.

Once more Miss Angela Johnson stood at a cross roads. One way led deeper into this sensually erotic and seductive world. The other road to fleeing from it, to follow the self-righteous pious demands of her parents' teachings, yet no matter which road she chose Miss Angela Johnson's young life was about to change forever.

Lawrence held his breath as the stunning young beauty hesitated, her angelic face marred by her scrunched up eyes and furrowed brow as she once more struggled to define what really desired, to embrace the most sensual and sinfully pleasing pleasure they offer or to flee. Again Angela stood at the cross road again the choice was placed before her to be "Their Good Little Girl" or to follow the dictums of her parents pious, self-righteous teachings. Julia Merchant smiled wickedly as their sweet little protégé made her choice, lifted her hips fractionally, and a sweetly longing look on her angelic face.

"That's "Our Good Girl" Alex Merchant's dark voice washed over the girl as Lawrence slid her panties down the long sculptured column of her legs to leave Angela lying before their hungering eyes, wearing nothing but a pleased little smile, in all her youthful naked glory.

"Desert is served Mistress."

Julia smiled as her eyes feasted once more on the young girl's naked beauty Julia's head dipped and her tongue snaked out to taste their sweet girl for the first time. Julia Merchant savored the sweet innocence of the young coed and then slowly at first, began to seduce the drugged beauty with her mouth, lips tongue and teeth as she coaxed the hooded guardian of Miss Johnson's girlish innocence from its hooded hiding place. When Angela's moist ripe lips "O"ed Alex Merchant's lips claimed the girl's before that little gasped "O" could become a protest. His tongue delved into the warm sweetness of Angela's chaste mouth, his fingers entwining in her rich chestnut mane, as his tongue coaxing hers to dance with his in a seductive dance as old as time itself.

Shyly Lawrence and Jordan approached the young beauty that lay prostrated to her Master and Mistress's carnal desire to possess her body and soul. Lawrence dark ebony head dipped, his lips parted as he inhaled the taunt pale pink nipple of Angela's left breast. The golden silken strands of Jordon hair tickled the young coed's right nipple a moment before the golden beauty's "O"ed lips sucked that tender throbbing bud into her own warm sweet mouth. Suddenly Angela's was engulfed in the most sinfully sensual and forbidden pleasure of her young life which she now willingly embraced.

Alex to full advantage as the sweet young innocent, Angela's little pink tongue moved shyly in response to the way his tongue glided along hers. He let his sensually seductive kiss linger and deepen while Julia feasted on the girl's sweet innocent charms. A kiss that called to Angela to surrender, to embrace that sinfully delicious kiss and be their good little girl, a kiss where time stood still, where there was no past, no future, just here and now and that one seductive kiss that demanded the young coeds complete surrender.

Lawrence loved the soft little muffled moan that escaped from the passionate kiss that claimed her sweet chaste mouth. The way her gorgeous supple young body, as if it had a mind of its own, arched ever so slightly to his mouth pressing her breast and nipple more firmly to his suckling mouth and embracing the decadent pleasure that coursed through her. Jordan smiled as well and she let her teeth rake over the tip of the young girl's taunt nipple. Lawrence let his tongue flutter over the tip of Angela's other nipple. Yet it was Julia Merchant that was reaping the benefits of all their seductive efforts as she feasted on Angela's delicious pussy and supped of the young coed's dewy nectar. Her hand gripped their young protégé's hips, her mouth, lips , tongue and teeth lashed the girl's sweet little pussy. Julia gripped the young chestnut beauty's throbbing clit with her teeth and then inhaled deeply as she drew a cool steady stream of air across the feverous bud.

Julia loved the way the innocent young Miss Johnson's hips squirmed under her sensually seductive attack, she loved the taste of the girl's sweet dewy nectar as Angela's arousal grew and as the tip of her tongue nudged the thin barrier of the girl's maidenhead. Julia was beside herself with joy in that this adorable gorgeous creature was a virgin. Oh how she looked forward to wracking a soul shattering orgasm from her innocent young body and then all those days and nights ahead where she and Alex could enjoy that gorgeous chaste body as they molded the young coed into the most adorable little sex slave.

Alex let his kiss deepen until time itself stood still for the innocent Miss Johnson. There was no past, now future, just now and that one perfect kiss. A kiss that demanded everything that the young girl had to give and more, a kiss that called to something deep within her, a primal need for her to surrender to that kiss to be their "Good Little Girl!"

Lawrence loved how this stunning young beauty's muffled moans and gasps filled the air as his tongue flickered over the sensitive tip of her pale pink nipple. He loved the feel of how the torrid little pink bud swelled and grew ever larger under his sensual assault as he suckled it ever harder. Jordan's soft golden hair tickled the firm curve of Angela's breast, her teeth nibbling on her rock hard little nipple, then grating across the now hyper sensitive tip. With a wicked little smile tugging at the corners of the golden beauty's mouth she firmly gripped Angela's nipple between her teeth inhaled deeply and drew a steady cool stream of air across the feverous little pink bud as Jordan's tongue fluttered across its engorged tip.

Sweet young Miss Johnson was caught in a darkly arousing and seductively erotic tableau, one that her gorgeous supple young body was eagerly embracing. It was at that moment that Julia Merchant's talented little tongue found that illusive little rough patch in the moist silky perfection of the young virgin's pussy and the tip of that wicked little pink tongue fluttered over the girl's sweet spot. Julia smiled knowing that the sweet little beauty under her would soon be swept away by a soul searing orgasm.

Sweet young Miss Johnson's little whimpers, moan's and gasp of sinful pleasure grew lauder, and lauder until she shattered into a thousand points of lights in unimagined pleasure. Her stunning young body bucked and thrashed under those mouths that did such wickedly delightful thinks to her. Slowly Julia raised her face from Angela's dewy sweet pussy, the girl's sweet nectar glistening on her face.

"Alex she so sweet you must savor our little baby doll!" Alex and Julia Merchant exchanged places, Alex to claim their young protégé's sweet succulent little pussy and Julia the summer wine sweetness of the girl's chaste mouth. Where Alex's kiss had been sensually demanding, Julia's were seductively enticing and gave the young beauty a taste of her own sweetness on her Mistress's lips. Alex's was just as sensually demanding of the chaste young coed as he feasted on her as when he had kissed her. Alex took the greatest pleasure in fanning the fire that Julia had enkindled in that sweet tight little pussy. Lawrence and Jordan had to content themselves with Angela's sweet firm breasts and throbbing nipples for the moment.

Angela's drug induced reality continued on and on as each of her seducers took their pleasure from her gorgeous supple young body; Alex Merchant ripped another soul searing orgasm from the hapless young beauty before he claimed her left nipple to let Chef Lawrence feast on the girl's sweet succulent pussy. Jordan was the last of the foursome to feast on Angela's chaste innocence. While Lawrence claimed Angela's sweet chase mouth Julia feasted on the girl's right nipple. Lawrence and Jordan were perhaps the most demanding of Angela. The Chef all but raped her sweet succulent mouth with his eager tongue and Jordan ripped a series of cascading orgasm form the girl. It was if she had some dark secret knowledge that would most scandalize and entice the girl to ever darker needs to surrender and to strive to please her Master and Mistress.

Alex and Julia smiled down on the chaste young beauty as she lay there spent and exhausted to then drifted off into exhausted drug induced sleep. Her skin shimmered in a fine sheen of sweat from the excursion of the numerous orgasms that had been ripped from her chaste virginal body.

"Lawrence carry our little virgin to her bed. Jordan make sure that her clothing is neatly folded as if she had gone to bed on her own. Oh and leave her nude...I shall wake her in the morning."

"Yes Mistress".

"Shall we see how our girl looks in her starring role in her first adult video Julia?" Julia's wicked smile was all the answer he needed. Those little videos could prove to be of the greatest aid when a young protégé baulked at become their sex slave. Daughters' seldom wanted to have their parents see them nude and withering in sinful pleasures. Between young Miss Johnson's inexperience with wine and the aphrodisiac that Lawrence had spiked her meal with there was little doubt that the young innocent would have no clear memory of what had happened to her but those videos would be a potent reminder if needed.