[Sweetlust]

I gave the gathered group of men one last glare to drive home my point--their jobs were definitely on the line. I had been sent to whip this factory into shape and I took my job seriously. Though the industry as a whole was slowing down, shops were closing all over the US and the company was floundering, they still felt this plant represented a huge chunk of east coast production. Some head honcho at the top forestalled closing it and selling off the parts until they could see if there was any improvement. They could have sent any plant manager, but they wanted me specifically, and the incentive pay looked damn good. I am an efficiency engineer and I spare no employee in my quest to raise the efficiency and increase the profits of plants like these. Sure, people have referred to me as a ‘bitch’, ‘ice queen’,’ soulless banshee’, ‘cunt’, ‘blood sucker’ and so on. Those were the better names I’d been called.

People can call me anything they like as long as they do their jobs and do them well. With a satisfied smirk I turn from the dispersing, grumbling men and watch as the guards escort the troublemaker off the premises.

“You! Miller!” I called out as the men resumed their work. The man I call is a tall fellow, auburn haired and quiet. I noticed he’d gathered with the group when the other guy began to argue with me, but said nothing. He just watched me. He caught my eye because I assumed he’d step up to the plate and sling his complaints about ‘safety’ and ‘fairness’ right along with Jerry Benson. He remained silent, but I noted the narrowing of his eyes, the set of his jaw and the tension still present in his body language.

“Yes ma’am?” his voice sounded low and rumbling. I raised an eyebrow waiting for him to ‘speak his mind’--ready to fire him on the spot, too. When he simply stared at me, I figured he was a smart man as he knew when to keep his mouth shut.

“Get Benson’s crap out of his locker, put it in a box and take it to the guards’ station. Tell them to dispose of it accordingly. You can return to your job.” I barked out the order in a tone dripping with disdain. These men needed to understand that I am the head bitch in charge...the HBIC.

“Yes ma’am.” He responded without emotion. He started for the locker area. My eyes roamed over the bunching muscles in his back and drifted down to his ass. Not bad, I smirked to myself.

“Oh…consider this your afternoon break--back to your station when you return!” I called out to his retreating back. He didn’t say anything, but I could see the hesitation in his step. He resumed walking. I turned to make my way back to my office. After this little scene, I needed a break. My assistant, Patricia Connor trotted behind me, shuffling papers and trying to keep up. I was satisfied to hear the hum of activity as the men went about their work.

“Ms. Adams, you have a conference call at 2:00 p.m. and the report the Chief Financial Officer at HQ wanted is due by c.o.b. today, and…” she rabbited on as I rubbed my temples. I slumped down in my chair as she followed me into the office.

“Trish….” I breathed.

“…Mr. Schaeffer in R&D asked for a detailed report on…” she continued talking. I could feel a headache starting up.

“TRISH!” I growled.

“Oh! Sorry! Yes…Ms. Adams?” she nervously shuffled from foot to foot in front of my large executive desk.

“Get me a cup of coffee, black…four sugars. Tell the CFO I will not submit that report until I have finished my review of the Accounting office records. Tell him next week and not a day earlier. Move my conference call back thirty minutes…oh…and don’t fucking bother me until then, got it?” I growled knowing I scared the shit out of her. Her husband had been laid off, they had 2 grandkids they were caring for and a sick daughter. She couldn’t afford to piss me off. I kicked my heels off and stretched my toes as I gave a sigh of relief.

“Yes...Ms. Adams…got it.” She nodded vigorously, reminding me of a bobble-head doll. I grinned as she fled, shutting the door behind her. Now, I could relax. I unbuttoned my suit jacket and shrugged it off, draping it on the back of my chair. Rubbing my tired feet, I picked up the telephone and dialed HQ. It wasn’t the CFO or the CEO. It was someone more powerful, one of the Board of Directors, Cameron Lyles.

“Hello? Cameron…it’s me Isabella Adams.” I smiled when I heard his voice over the line. I had his direct dial number. I should, after all, we had been lovers for nearly two years. His wife didn’t have a clue.

“Bella…to what do I owe this pleasure?” he answered, his tone exuding warmth, yet I knew what a bastard he could be and I loved it.

“Just checking in and letting you know things are going as well as can be hoped.” I toyed with my necklace thinking about our last time together. We’d fucked for hours at the Four Seasons Hotel just across the bridge in DC. Cam spared no expense when I came to town. Sure, he had to use Viagra, but it was well worth it, my pussy was happy and I got a diamond bracelet as a parting gift. He was a little rough at times but usually settled down once I gave him one of my ‘signature’ blow jobs. He loved those. His voice sent shivers down my spine. I let one hand drift under my skirt and pressed my fingertips against the crotch of my pantyhose, cursing them for keeping me from my moistening cunt.

“Good. I trust the plant will close as planned right on schedule?” he asked.

“Yes. I trust none of the other Board members have any idea of the plans you and Davis have to convince them to sell the company?” I could play his game, too. I was getting a lot of money for my hand in bringing down the largest plant on the east coast. Once this one closed, the rest would follow. Cameron in this underhanded deed had a ‘buyer’ already line up in China. I absently twirled a stray strand of hair around one finger as we continued to talk. He needed me to speed up the process, perhaps another ‘safety’ issue. He talked on about other issues I needed to monitor.

“So…will you be coming this weekend?” he asked. I could feel him smiling.

“Yes, but what about your wife?” I wasn’t concerned about her finding out about us, I simply wanted him all to myself this weekend.

“She is being treated to a ‘spa weekend’ with her girlfriends in New York, courtesy of me.” he replied.

“Oh my…aren’t you a good husband. Then I guess I’ll be spending the weekend.” I grinned lasciviously, my nipples hardened at the thought of being filled with his cock.

“Yes, you will my dear. Yes you will.” He purred into the receiver. We finished our conversation just as Patsy slipped in with my coffee. She crept back out leaving a file on my desk I needed for the conference call. I don't know if she heard any of my conversation, nor did I care.

I sighed as I looked at the file. I didn’t want to sit in on this call, but I knew I had to make my role look good. Unfortunately for me, that meant I’d be working late again to catch up with other paperwork that needed my attention. Well at least it would quiet here, and I could think. Once quitting time rolled around, the place was a ghost town. It was so quiet I made the decision to keep only one guard on duty overnight. I picked up my coffee took a sip and prepared for my conference call.