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My name is Eric Anderson. I’m twenty four. I inherited Anderson Scrap Metal when I was twenty one. That’s about it, really. It was right at the beginning of the pandemic, when the whole world was shutting down, and I have to admit I knew more about taking conference calls at home than I did running a business. The whole part about it being signed over to me was rather ridiculous, given it happened while I sat on my couch, but there ya have it. I signed on the digital dotted line with three lawyers and my one department head all in attendance on their respective video calls. I won’t bore you with the details of titles, permits, transfers and all that. Most of it was over my head, anyway. Almost. And it would have been, but for Evelynroh, my department head who was invaluable when it came to straightening everything out and lining up what was needed.
She more or less ran the business while my uncle was getting himself buried, and she more or less ran it when he was alive, too. When all was said and done, and the lawyers disconnected one by one, I was left with Evelynroh telling me that after all that, the plant probably wouldn’t last through it’s first quarter. Everything across the board was grinding to a halt in the world, and what’s more, the scrap metal industry depended on supply and demand, so we would be doubly impacted by lockdowns.
We worked close together for sixth months after that, applying for dispensations and extensions and other little lucrative moves, and mainly through Evelynroh’s efforts, we stayed up and running. We even managed to secure some minor contracts that actually kept things rolling, to the point what was needed was more scrap metal, not less, and around that time, people started coming out of their homes looking for some quick cash, so there was always a steady trickle coming in.
And I stayed solvent.
When the pandemic was over, and we stabilized even more so, I raised Evelynroh’s salary, gave her a bonus, and called it a day, prepared to just sit back and be a millionaire before the age of thirty while playing video games. Not bad huh? Except for one thing. I worried Evelynroh might leave for greener pastures, because my raising her salary hadn’t caused her to bat an eye. If I lost Evelyn, I had no doubt I’d mersin escort sink like a rock out there in the business world.
As far as the not batting an eye thing, Evelynroh was known as the cold fish. The Terminator. And other names. Some of the reps in the company who worked more closely with her let it slip that they had these little nicknames for her, made all the more official by the no nonsense way Evelyn ran things from her office at home. She became the soulless ghost in the machine. The Robot.
One of my first, actual having to ‘lay down the law’ moments came when I pointed out over that day’s conference call, that under no circumstances would this practice of nicknames continue. I didn’t want any such thing getting back to said parties. It was fine moment, if I do say so myself, and I held my own, letting them know their now twenty four year old boss was, in fact, their boss. The dumbest among them, Martinson, snorted something about me being the only one allowed to call her Evelyn, and not Evelynroh. I promptly told him he could stay home for the next two days and think about whether or not he still had a job come Monday morning. A little four day weekend. That gave them all food for thought, and one by one they winked out of the call screen on my laptop.
I slumped back, feeling a little queasy and heady at the same time. So I had made a command decision. Imagine that. They’d either respect me for it, or they might even now be coming up with names for me. Thinking on that, I was sure right then and there they already had. Still, I was the boss and that was that. They’d learn respect, or else. And as for the rest of it? They needn’t worry. I wasn’t about to become some spoiled little tyrant running the company into the ground while collecting sports cars.
I looked at my watch. In about five minutes, Evelynroh would be dialing in and we’d go through the usual. Today she had been off-site, and wasn’t able to take the conference, but we always had a separate one ourselves anyway, between boss and department head. I thought about her a bit, and even though I had just squashed the practice, I had to admit I could see why she earned those little nicknames people gave her.
Evelyn was ten years older muğla escort than me. A severe looking, no nonsense, somewhat cold and calculating executive who always wore a dark work suit, be she in the office, or on a conference call at home. She was a somewhat pale, blue eyed, slender woman with straight brown hair, and if you thought about it, she might even be considered pretty if it wasn’t for the way she conducted herself.
Evelyn did not make small talk, laugh, or even drink coffee. Not that anyone had seen. In that regard, the only thing missing was a pair of black rimmed glasses. That probably would have earned her the name The Principal, or something, but without them, and those sharp, exacting blue eyes, she had earned the name The Terminator instead. Well, maybe I would give her the authority. To fire and hire. She was firmly cemented as my # 2 anyway. That would put the fear of God in to some of those office lackeys, but wouldn’t it smack of favoritism? My incoming video call chimed down in the corner of my PC and I sat up and hit accept.
“Hi, Evelyn.” I smiled. “So…what’s on for today?”
Fuuuck!!!
I sat back and ripped at my pants, fighting to get them open, and kicking my way out of them just long enough to rip down my boxers before sitting back down and staring into the screen. Evelyn was humming softly, turning back and forth in her office chair a little, and just admiring her little toy, this moderate sized frosted glass dildo that hinted at some kind of lavish taste on her part. Again, going well with her outfit and appearance, it seemed to be the kind of dildo a dark haired, blue eyed beauty like her would own. Have I said sultry? Indeed she was.
Up close now, looking like she did, being in the mood she was, half dressed in heels and fishnets and touching up her make up just so, this must be how Evelyn looked when she was wanted to masturbate. Or maybe she had a date tonight? Who knows? But she sure was sexy. Her hair, her make up, her coloring, her angular face, sexy lips, and piercing blue eyes. All right there in the camera. To say nothing of her pretty white teeth when she sat back and started licking that dildo, closing her eyes and putting a hand between her legs.
Oh, nevşehir escort man, was I was ever stroking! This was captivating. I guess she did more than just run my company from that desk, huh!? Because she sat back just long enough to raise her feet up and over it before spreading her legs wide, all the while keeping a hand cupped between them. Then it was back to dildo licking.
Like this, I saw her fishnets were more like tights, continuing all the way up, but they didn’t interfere with her wearing panties. Panties I could just see a glimpse of, because she kept her hand covering herself. I could see a hint, a flash here and there of bright white lace, but mostly it was just her hand gently massaging her own sex.
“Oh, man, you’ve got to show me. Pah-lease show me. I need to see it!” I willed her. She may have been sitting there spreading her legs at the perfect angle, but it’s not like she was going to respond though, right? By herself, she had other plans. She licked her dildo for a bit longer, and then holding it to the side like a baton, she took her other hand and reached up into her bra to lift her tits out. One after the other.
“Oh, shit! Fuck! Yeah. Yeah, that’s better.” I gasped, fapping away even harder.
Evelyn gave herself another little smile while admiring her bare tits, before sitting there and swirling the tip of her damp dildo around her dark pink nipples, teasing the areola and tapping at them to get them to stand up. Seeing her smile was something else, too, and how she was obviously enjoying herself. What a sight. Then, when her nipples were sufficiently erect, she took one breast and raised it to her own tongue, licking it with this soft, circular motion.
Is it possible to french kiss a nipple? Because she did. She pressed her tongue into her own nipple and pushed it down as she locked her mouth around the areola and sucked on her breast.
Dude!
I was so entranced by this, that I almost failed to notice how could see right up her skirt now, what with her hands being busy. She had even raised her legs up a little higher somehow, and was sitting back further, and I could see she indeed did have on the most wonderful pair of bright, white lace panties. A second after that, and to my increasing delight, she brought her dildo down and slipped it underneath those panties to start rubbing it directly against her sex. Like that, while sucking her own tit, Evelyn rubbed the length of her dildo up and down her pussy inside her underwear, masturbating that way right in front of me.