The merger had ultimately been sudden but hardly surprising; what had caught you unaware was your role in the endeavor. When the higher-ups decided you would be the one to hammer out the details of the acquisition, the official notice had only just reached your desk.

Mann.Co was a scary place, simply enough. The conglomerate had been around for ages, doing this, that and whatever-but only in the past however many years had their business tactics turned... predatory, for lack of a better word. Oh, the company had always been aggressive-no doubt about that; the previous CEO had been known to steal prototypes from competitors by hand, after all.

But when the aging Australian had been forced out, the new face of Mann.Co became unrecognizably ruthless. At the time, Olivia Mann had been young-presumably inexperienced, but that hadn’t stopped her from buying out or otherwise... removing, any person or corporation that stood anywhere approaching the moniker of ‘rival’.

Now, in the many years since then-there was little, if anything, that wasn’t consolidated underneath Mann.Co’s unprecedented monopoly over, well, pretty much all facets of an innumerable amount of industries. Your workplace was likely one of dozens fed into the conglomerate’s portfolio just this week alone, and likely would be rendered nothing more than a minuscule facet of a department formed from the cannibalization of hundreds of individual properties.

That being said, it was your dubious responsibility to insure the inevitable consolidation proceeds with as little fuss as manageable-something you’ve seen to via quite the spectacle of failure. Olivia, seemingly having surpassed the limits of mere mortal businessmen, now appears to inhabit the ‘Bored God’ phase that becomes one after attaining a quantity of power such as her own.

In practice, whilst you had expected the derisive sneer she was currently using to chip away any remainder of personal dignity you still possessed-you hadn’t expected to be witnessing it from your position currently pinned underneath her, considerably soft-and surprisingly heavy for her stature-figure.

While your self esteem continued to crumble underneath the onslaught of insults and smug irritation radiating from the plump executive; your mind wandered in escape from the abusive, if extremely sexually skilled woman, and idled wondering how she happened to develop such impressive assets in her line of work. When you entered the office penthouse, you first imagined them to be an exaggeration-possibly fakes or implants to intimidate or incite envy in onlookers?

Gripping the plush orbs, you knew now how enviable they truly were-completely natural, and barely kept from bursting through her drab coat (you wondered how she maintained an even tan bundled up in such heavy clothes), even before she had all but ordered you to fondle them to her satisfaction; something you had yet to achieve, if her words were to be believed...

Given how long since she perched herself atop your throbbing member, the meeting likely won’t be done for hours yet. It’ll be a wonder if you don’t both starve before she finds herself appeased-It may be your imagination, but you feel as though you can almost hear her stomach growling over the constant smacking of her sizable cheeks bouncing across your lap...



Another piece from BendaCriss/FlameBurstIndustries!

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Olivia Mann, many years further down the line after her takeover of Mann.Co-in which Saxton Hale was unable to wrestle control of the company away from her, and she went on to absorb pretty much every major (and minor) industry across the globe. Wielding absolute power, more or less, she’s decided to toy with a poor messenger (You), sent to finalize the acquisition of whatever IP you represent.

I’m sure satisfying her carnal appetite will be the least of your worries...

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