By the time Elisa emerged from her glass-framed shower, Tia had already been in and out with her clothes and lain it all on her bed. The quick glances she had made at her employer in the shower had been more than discrete enough that Elisa had rewarded her with soaping in her almost perfect breasts a second time, and the slight flush in Tia's cheeks as she left was most assuredly not from the heat in the bathroom.
Yes, the Latin beauty was definitely edging closer to becoming the next proof that lusting after Elisa Harthswell was not altogether an impossible dream. She didn't look to be one of those who got ideas about being treated differently or any change in the master-servant relationship, either - which was good, because the girl was delivering high-quality work, even by Elisa's standards, and replacing her would be a pain. Of course, Tia would probably look spectacular being... replaced, if it came to that.
A quick look at the tie confirmed that she had thirty-five minutes until the scheduled video conferance and that the incoming mission report would be ready twenty minutes later. Not as much timeto close a multi-million dollar deal as she preferred, but nothing she hadn't done before. The heiress slipped into her exquisite clothes, nodding in appreciation of Tia's choices and the way she herself filled them out. At first glance, it was a power suit with the skirt cut just a bit too high and fashionable to be anything but designer wear - but the perfect cut of it, the thin and gorgeous material, and the way it very subtly brought out her curves made it perfect. There was nothing less than businesslike about it, but if her two conference partners weren't thinking more of tearing the suit off her and having her right on their tables than of the fine points of the agreement, she would be very surprised.
The Wonderbra Tia had chosen - and the things it did to her already amazing breasts - probably had a role to play in this, too.
Only the most trusted of Elisa's employees ever had access to her office, and Elisa kept it that way. The video surveillance that fed into her data systems here would by themselves be enough to ruin her, if they got out and she couldn't squash it - the meetings and tapes of the Creature, though... The gorgeous Mahogany-haired woman shook her head. No time for dark thoughts - any more than would motivate her to make sure all the contingencies were in place, of course. She had just enough time before the meeting to go over a few tapes, in fact. Two of them were flagged as 'of personal interest', meaning Eberwald kept an eye on who among her staff Elisa wanted tapes of. The second was flagged 'security'.
'Security' meant a problem had to be dealt with. The other two would be a pleasure to watch, but might leave her a bit too... excited to focus as sharply as she should. After the report she shold be in a mood to really appreciate them, so it was just as well to wait a bit. The 'security' tag, though...
With a quick click, the heiress opened the video, and almost immideately recognized not only who the two girls being recorded were, but also why Eberwald had flagged this. The two blondes - both looking fresh out of high school, though Elissa knew they were both past 20 - had been seen conspiring together for a while, and Elissa had already had her eye on them for a while. She would, given the athletic figure on the tallest and that amazing ass on the shorter girl, but something had also set off a few warning bells. And here they were, on tape, planting a videocamera. Quite cleverly done, too - they had even avoided a few of the cameras that already were there.
The question, of course, was 'why'. Oh they were in a lot of trouble, but if the motive was just personal greed, they were after her safe... or maybe just a porn film starring Elissa Harthswell... well, she could always use discreet people. The tests might not be to their liking, but of they made it through...
If they were after blackmail or some such... well, she had a new and interesting way of handling such problems, and she was less than half an hour away from hearing how it had dealt with *another* problem. Those two would look *marvellous* being... dealt with.
But now... on to the meeting...
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