Sissy's Corporate Adventures
Chapter 8
Except for the little misunderstanding at home, the rest of the week
proved to be pretty uneventful at home, but extremely busy at work. The
paperwork officially transferring Sissy to the Customer Relations Division of ME
was duly processed and she found herself with her own private cubicle, one even
larger than that still occupied by Mr. Muriama. Not only that , but like him
her name was stenciled on the door, except in her case it was in larger letters.
Like the true gentleman and doormat that he was, he took this slight with grace
as befitted his typical subservient nature.
His mother had pussy whipped her poor boy to death, and his wife had
taken care of extinguishing any flickerings that might have occasionally sprung
up during his career as a married pussy, for his wife not only wore the pants in
the family, she made sure he never wore anything more than bikinis when he was
home. She used to have her friends over so they could watch him model all the
frilly underwear that his wife kept him dressed in. In over twenty years of
married servitude he never got so much as a snuff of her perfect cunt, it being
reserved for real men and her inner circle of superior women.
Sissy was a bit troubled by the behavior of the men folk at home. She
fretted that perhaps their coolness had something to do with daddy Luke at first
forbidding her to go to Wisconsin where he said that Osaka place was located,
then abruptly changing his mind the very next evening. Not only did he change
his mind on allowing her to go with the rest of the ME team, he also forbid his
boys and his own daddy to so much as touch Sissy without his permission. Then to
the consternation of all he announced that Sissy was off limits for fun and
games until further notice. Her two brothers looked as if they had been whacked
across the head with a 2X4; as for grandpa, he merely drooled a little bit
faster, but said nothing.
Sissy was never told what occurred at the highest levels of the
corporation when she tearfully announced that her daddy had forbidden her to go
out of town, saying that her duty was to her family, not the corporation,
whatever the hell that was. Mr. Janus was summoned to sit with the CEO of
Megalomania Enterprises and explain to him what had happened to jeopardize this
wonderful opportunity to assist an international giant in the field of
construction and manufacturing and make a huge profit while doing it. Rumor has
it that Mr. Janus left a stain on his chair that required it to be
reupholstered.
To his credit Mr. Janus was gifted wth some amount of intelligence to go
with his urge for corporate self preservation. He had the HR department go
through Sissy's files in hopes that they might reveal where her father and any
other family members were employed. It was a brilliant stab in the dark that he
would recount at countless staff meeting over the next three years as he waited
his opportunity to cut the ground out from under his immediate boss, an aging VP
who had used his marriage ties to gain this exalted position.
After finding out the name of their employer, Janus went to the
Corporate Relations department and lo and behold discovered that the very same
company that employed one Luke Slickslit, and his two sons, Lyle and Lincoln,
was a subcontractor to an ME subsidiary. As the old saying goes, the rest was
history. The elder Slickslit was ushered into the owner's office and given a
lecture on the subject of corporate relationships and team play, as well as an
offer to introduce him and his sons to a gentleman named Vito who took care of
"out of the ordinary" employee relations for the company. Daddy Luke declined
this offer with thanks and returned to his work site after taking a detour into
the men's room to take care of an embarrassing problem he had developed with and
in his shorts.
At work Sissy was required to submit to a thorough physical examination
from the company doctor. The old physician checked her from stem to stern and
outside of noting some healing bruises and a few minor cuts and abrasions,
pronounced her to be not only fit as a fiddle, but tight as a drum based on the
examination he gave her private parts which he had been told would be severely
tested by the Hashifumoto folks. Her exam concluded with a series of
innoculations required by the US and Japanese governments for persons entering
their respective countries. Never had the doctor been so happy to provide such a
service since he was accustomed to being faced with either hairy male asses or
sagging female posteriors while he shot them up with his hypodermic needles.
Having the pleasure of staring into those twin rounded globes of firm although
bruised flesh was heaven on earth for the senior citizen practioner.
Learning to speak Japanese in less than a week proved to be most
challenging despite the best efforts of Mr. Muriama. He had been instructed that
all the girl had to do was memorize a few key phrases in Japanese. These would
be all that were necessary to have her function perfectly in her role as part of
the ME team that would be flying to Osaka over the weekend. So for hour after
endless hour he sat in his cubicle as his student, clad only in her school
uniform consisting of a pair of the briefest bikinis and a sheer bra that was
worn to show off rather than support her outstanding jugs, stumbled through her
lessons. Mr Muriama could not recall ever being so happy in all of his miserable
down-trodden life.
"Again my little paragon of physical pefection, let me hear you say it."
Then he would sit back and let his stiff member poke from his trousers as Sissy
asked him to please fuck her ass in what passed for her version of Japanese.
Then he would sigh and correct her phrasing, telling her to stress the words
"fuck" and "ass" a bit stronger. Then he'd lean back, close his eyes and listen
to her say "fuck my ass" over and over as his cock got stiffer and stiffer.
Usually it took perhaps a half hour of recitation of a single phrase to get him
off properly. He would then declare a break and leave the room to get cleaned up
and ready for another round of fun and games, Japanese style. Poor Sissy had no
idea that she was once more doing morale building, only at a higher level this
time. She could hardly wait to meet and greet her new found Japanese friends
once she got to Osaka, which she now realized was definitely not in Wisconsin.
Somehow by the end of day on Friday, Sissy was capable of reciting her
eight basic phrases in fairly decent Japanese. Mr. Muriama was so proud of his
student that on her last day he allowed her to removed her uniform and even play
act as she ran through her exercises, pleading for his cock in her ass and her
other two entry ways, promising to suck the cum from his balls and lick them
until they glistened like the two steel spheres they were. (That one was a bit
of a reach, but hell, he was on a roll.) Then there was the one where she pursed
her lips and offered to rim her companion. Then it graduated to the more kinky
ones where she asked for a big enema or to be hung by her wrists and beaten like
a drum. All in all, it was perhaps the greatest extended moment in Mr Muriama's
life. The final lesson culminated in his cock shooting a huge blast of pent up,
frustrated, pussy whipped cum directly into the beautiful face of his star
student as she knelt before him with her big blue eyes wide open and her little
pink tongue flicking across her pefect bee stung lips. Now that was one for the
ages!
The next morning promptly at four, the company limo arrived at the
Slickslit residence to take Sissy off on the adventure of her young life. She
thought it strange that her entire family was up and about, waiting sheepishly
by the door to see their darling daughter, fun-loving sister and good fuck buddy
off to that mysterious country located on the other side of the world. It was a
tearful event for all, especially the men folk who now were faced with the
prospect of having to make do with a worn-out lady who looked at least ten years
older than she was, or lots of porn flicks with plenty of lube to help matters
along. To make things worse there was no time table provided as to exactly when
Sissy would return to the bosom of her family. Had they also known of the
activities that were planned for the teen airhead they would have been appalled,
provided they knew the meaning of the word.
Besides Mr. Muriama, there were two others that Sissy didn't know. When
she asked where Ms. Luxore was, she was informed that Ellen would be meeting
them at the airport since she had just flown in from Germany where she had taken
care of a little misunderstanding that had arisen between ME and one of their
international partners. Rather than go home to just turnaround and come back to
the airport made no sense. To give her a chance to unwind from the first leg of
this very long flight she had one of her flunkies pack another suitcase for her
and ferry it to the airport where she was resting. Sissy was overjoyed that she
would have a chance to meet and thank Ms Luxore for her recommendation that
Sissy be included in this very important corporate mission.Then the teen fell
asleep as the limo took the party to the airport.
Getting through security proved a little more than Sissy could handle.
For some reason the girl kept setting off the alarms as she attempted to pass
through the metal detector. Things only got worse when they ran a wand over her
body and it went off like a banshee. Two beefy, smirking, female members of
airport security escorted Sissy into a small room just off the main concourse
for a more thorough search of her person. Once she stripped down to her best go
to meeting bikinis and bra, their eyes lit up. "Damn, looks like we hit the
jackpot with this little piece of tail. What's your choice, her asshole or
cunt?"
The blonde teen made the mistake of putting up a small amount of
resistance to their handlng of her person, and before she could apologize for
her bad manners, they had cuffed her hands behind her back. She was warned that
further resistance on her part to prevent them from doing their duty to secure
the American traveling public against terrorist threats would be dealt with
harshly. Sissy being a loyal citizen who believed everything the government,
especially that cute little fellow with the beady eyes, told her, immediately
put herself in their capable hands.
Those capable hands had a field day poking and prodding at her tweeners,
once they popped them free of her sheer sling bra. She winced a few times as
they palpitated those beauties to see if she wasn't carrying explosives
implanted deep within those firm mounds. They were quite taken with Sissy's
collection of bruises, cuts and abrasions. "Looks to me like this one is into
kinky things like discipline and pain. Sure wish I had the time to take her home
with me and really show her just how much fun it can be to have my belt licking
the skin off that fine looking bottom once I got done adding at least a cup size
or two to those bouncy boobs with my trusty rubber truncheon." Sissy had to
admit to feeling a little moist at the guard's suggestion, but she had more
pressing matters to attend to. She had to get on that plane and help the ME team
do its job to the best of their abilities.
She dutifully bent over and allowed them to see just how far up her
tight cunt and even tighter asshole they could get their batons. The one tilting
her uterus pronounced the teen to be clean as a whistle. The other took a little
more convincing, but after a pair of twisting runs through Sissy's rectum she
too had to admit that as far as she was concerned it would be safe to allow her
to get on the plane that was waiting to fly to Osaka Japan, nonstop. A few
minutes later Sissy was released from custody and made to once more pass through
the metal detector, which made nary a peep as she sashayed across to the
promised land of airline gates. She was so happy to have gotten over this final
hurdle that she failed to notice the wolfish grins that passed between the two
security guards and the one operating the metal detector. Sissy had just been
had, but like all the other unfortunates that caught the guards' eyes, she went
her merry way unaware that she had been the victim of their neat little sting
operation.
( To be continued)
