One: Meet Diane
Diane, truth be told, didn’t have to do much around the
company she owned. She was a master at delegation. But still, “heavy is the
head that wears the crown.”
She looked at all of her employees as servants in her
court, and she was the queen. That was on a day she was charitable. She really
viewed herself as a goddess, and them as her worshippers. Servants who
worshipped her in a way she liked, often were rewarded, or at least not punished.
That is, if she were in a fair mood.
She delighted in making examples of her “worshippers” just
because she could. She loved humiliating her employees in any way she could.
She wore heels to accentuate her already towering six-foot-tall figure. As tall
as her heels reached, she wore a shorter hemline. Her amazing legs stretched
and rippled with soft, but firm feminine muscle as she casually strode around
her domain.
Her top ranking officers were other females, often also
amazons. And as she liked hiring tall women, she loved hiring short men for the
middle management and lower positions. Some of the poor guys barely came up to
her large chest. She smiled at the thought, also reflecting on the fact her
shoulder-length, brunette hairstyle cost more than they made in a month.
As much as she enjoyed her station, it was still hard work
making sure all the people paid tribute to her, and kept the money coming in.
Exploiting workers made her tingle. She loved dominating them, but even a
goddess needs a break.
She headed to her favorite spot to relax.
***
Much of her company’s fortune came from scientific
development. That scientific development was broken down into two main parts:
Gadgets to make
tiny-minded consumers froth with lust.
And military applications.
She made no bones about the fact it was not in her best
interest to benefit mankind, but destroying and exploiting mankind definitely
benefited her.
She stood up from her mahogany desk in her well-appointed
office. She pulled down her impossibly short skirt and tugged up her black
stockings. She loved when a peek of garter was visible as she walked.
She propelled herself toward her door that was on the far
side of her office, which was bigger than many of her employee’s whole
apartments.
She loved the clicks her designer pumps made on the floor,
whether it was the staccato, gun-blast report on her marble office tile, or the
THUD they made on the carpeted hallways, or the ground shaking rumble they made
as she walked around in her favorite place. Those patent-leather pumps cost
more than many of her employee’s cars. As comfy as they were, she couldn’t wait
to take them off and feel the cool air on her stocking-clad feet. Her long toes
wiggled in anticipation at the thought. She felt the light sweat between her
toes and smiled thinking about how soon, “that would be their problem.” The
supple leather of her pump stretch like a second, sensual skin as she flexed
her toes.
Right before she reached the door, she grabbed a powerful
magnifying glass she had custom made out of a drawer under an ancient vase
adorned with images of the goddess who was her name sake, Diana. She reached
her hand toward the vase, as she pretended to grab one of the images of Diana.
It looked as if the goddess fit in her hand.
All powerful,
she thought. I could destroy your whole world. She contemplated dashing the
vase to the floor, heedless of the six-figure price tag, to demonstrate she
could destroy the world of this tiny goddess. That was symbolic. She hungered
for the real thing. She rubbed her long thighs together to squeeze her pussy in
an attempt to bide her most sensitive area’s anticipation.
She turned to walk out the door of her office, an almost
imperceptible wobble in her stride, the product of her lust.
“Only call if it’s urgent, Lisa. I need to unwind.” She
let the word “unwind” roll past her lips in a breathy, husky sigh.
Diane tapped the side of her magnifying glass on her
ruby-red lips and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at her secretary.
Lisa smiled and nodded.
“A solo adventure this time, Lisa. But finish your data
entry, and you might get a little reward. And, track down what’s taking so long
on the quantum matter dislocator app. They’re on thin ice. I’m likely to eat
their department alive!”
Lisa’s smile slid into a toothy grin as she jotted on a
pad of paper.
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