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The Merger by Rod Harden Ê Candi hit the intercom button. "Mr. Henderson?" she said into the microphone. "Mr. Lynch is here." "Bring him right in," said Henderson, his voice sounding thin through the tiny speaker. "Right this way, Mr. Lynch," she said, showing Lynch into Henderson's office. Candi waited while the men shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. Addressing Lynch as they sat down, Henderson said, "Do you still like yours black, Pete?" "Yes, thanks," said Lynch. "Two coffees," said Henderson to Candi. "Yes, sir," she said as she left the office. Both men watched Candi leave, appraising the sway of her hips as she walked on her high heeled pumps. Without waiting for her to get out of earshot, Lynch whistled and turned to Henderson. "So that's your new girl, Tom?" Henderson smiled. Lynch nodded in approval. "Nice piece," he said. "Real easy on the eyes." Henderson nodded also, adding, "And she can type, too!" Both men were still guffawing at this when Candi returned with the coffee. "Black for Mr. Lynch," she said, handing a cup to Lynch. "And cream and sugar for you, sir." "Thanks, Doll. That'll be all." As she started to leave, Lynch dropped his spoon. "I'll get it, Mr. Lynch," said Candi. She stooped for the spoon, affording Lynch the view down her blouse he was hoping for. As she stood up again she noticed him leering at her. Wagging her finger, she scolded him, "Mr. Lynch! You're as naughty as Mr. Henderson. And don't think I didn't hear that whistle, either." All three laughed, as she winked at Henderson. Then, adopting an air of indignation, she huffed, "I'll get you a clean spoon but you shan't be getting any more peeks." She pointed her nose in the air, retrieved a clean spoon and left the men alone, closing the door behind her. "A most pleasant young lady," said Lynch still chuckling. "But, you know, Tom, there's not much north of the border on her. Not like your last girl - what was her name?" "Wendy," replied Henderson. "That's right. Wendy. What a rack on that broad. Nicest pair of lungs I've ever seen." Again the men laughed jovialy. But business did need to get done, so they soon turned to more serious matters. Agreements were reached. Deals were struck. SOBs were trashed. Later, their talk returned to Candi. "Tell me," said Lynch. "What's it like having a girl like Candi work under you?" "Under me, over me... Either way, she gets the job done." More raucous laughter ensued. "Say, Tom," said Lynch, wiping away a tear of laughter, "how open to... special projects do you think she is? Something that might involve my, uh, firm?" Henderson raised his eyebrows, knowing well what his old pal intended. "Why don't we find out right now?" He hit the intercom button. "Candi?" he said into the speaker. "Come in here." "Yes, Mr. Henderson." Within seconds, Candi stood again in Henderson's office. The door was closed. Henderson cleared his throat. "Candi, Mr. Lynch has a few questions for you." She nodded and faced Lynch. "Candi," Lynch began, "I was just complimenting your professional appearance and attitude." She smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Lynch." Lynch's attention suddenly focused on her legs. "Are those real silk stockings or nylon?" he said, as he reached out and stroked her leg just below the knee. "Nylon, sir." "Hmmm. They feel quite silky to me. Maybe it's what's underneath..." Candi tapped Lynch's hand away from her leg, as she adopted her indignant stance again. "I have a feeling you two have been talking about more than just business." Lynch sat back and looked up at her. "I was also wondering how you like working for Mr. Henderson." Without hesitation, Candi replied earnestly, "Oh, Mr. Henderson is WONDERFUL. He's the nicest man I've ever met, and he's the kindest boss I've ever had. I'd do anything for him." "Anything?" repeated Lynch. Candi looked at Henderson, who blew a kiss toward her. She blushed, but answered with conviction, "Yes, anything." Henderson spoke up. "Mr. Lynch and I were just discussing the size of your bosom. He seems to think it's rather small." He winked at Lynch as Candi blushed even more. She looked down but said nothing. "Well, Doll?" asked Henderson, his voice suddenly edged with annoyance. Candi looked at him, confused. "I think Mr. Lynch would like to see your tits," he clarified. "Oh," she said. "I didn't understand what you meant, sir." She looked at Lynch who was grinning and nodding eagerly, and began to unbutton her blouse. Lynch licked his lips. She pulled her blouse open and lifted her bra up, exposing her breasts. Lynch whistled again. "See Pete," said Henderson. "They're pretty little things, aren't they? Size isn't everything." To Candi he said, "I think Mr. Lynch would like to give them a little squeeze, too. You don't mind, do you, Doll?" "No, sir," replied Candi. "As long as you say it's all right..." Lynch almost fell out of his chair in his eagerness to touch Candi's perfectly shaped, firm handfulls. Candi moaned and looked toward Henderson, who sat watching and lightly stroking his lap. "I think Mr. Lynch would also like a blow job, wouldn't you, Pete?" asked Henderson. "I sure would," said Lynch. Almost jumping out of his chair, he began to unzip his pants. "Leave that to Candi, Pete," said Henderson. "She handles all the mundane stuff, don't you Doll?" "Yes, Mr. Henderson," she said as she dropped to her knees. With practiced movements, she finished unzipping Lynch's pants and reached in for his erect cock. She ran her fingernail along his thick shaft eliciting a sharp gasp from him. Smiling to herself, she began to take him into her mouth. Lynch couldn't help moaning as she toyed and teased his throbbing cock. It didn't take long before he was spurting his cream into her waiting lips. She swallowed and licked him clean. "You can finish cleaning up in my washroom, Pete," said Henderson, as he motioned to Candi. She went behind the desk and sat on Henderson's lap. He began to caress and kiss her still exposed breasts, while she opened a drawer and pulled out some tissues to wipe her face. Lynch soon emerged from the washroom and headed for the door. Henderson called after him, "Hope you don't mind finding you own way out, Pete." Lynch laughed. "No problem, Tom." After he'd gone, Henderson looked at Candi. "I'm very proud of you," he said. "Pete's an old friend, but it never hurts to have him in my pocket as well. And you can expect another bonus this week." At that, Candi pulled away. She looked hurt. "I don't want a bonus for THAT, Mr. Henderson. I'm your mistress, not your whore. If you want me to please your business partners, I will. But it's just part of my job." Henderson looked shocked, then impressed. "Of course," continued Candi coyly, "I wouldn't complain if you bought me a present just because you like me." Henderson smiled. "That's my girl!"
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