Chapter 19: A Robbery

At Cooper-Howard, I found a note from Dad.

“Bill,

Keep an eye on the manager here, John Nicholson. He’s an odd bird, and I don’t trust him. I have Rose Campbell, the assistant manager, keeping me informed. You can assume control of her and take her as your own. Heaven knows I have too many conks of my own already.

Love, Dad”

I mentally said, “Ox, put up cameras in my left eye. I want to see John Nicholson.”

He replied, “Video Playing.”

I watched. John Nicholson is big and has brown hair. He’s currently fucking an Irish girl on top of his desk. I know she’s Irish because of her accent. She’s jabbering away, pleading with him to fuck her harder. I also know Nicholson is from Scotland from his accent. They have quite the conversation as they continue to fuck.

I said, “Who’s Nicholson screwing?”

Ox snickered, “Lilly O’Leary, she’s his “VERY” personal secretary.”

I said, “That’s pretty darn personal. Tell me about Lilly.”

Ox said, “Miss O’Leary is seventeen, with brown hair, brown eyes, and breasts the size of Red Delicious apples. She looks a bit younger than seventeen. She has two years of training from the secretarial school at William and Mary College. She is the grease that keeps this place running smoothly.”

“She actually likes fucking big John. He fills her up if the things she says to other women can be taken as true.”

Ox said, “Rose Campbell, his Assistant Manager, is the bearings for this organization. She gives the orders around here, not Nicholson. He has other uses.”

“She and Lilly work together. Nicholson is a bully and lazy. He likes to eat, drink ale, and he likes to fuck Lilly often. He fucks several others as well.”

Ox said. “The three of them have things running well as a team. Miss Campbell absolutely refuses to have sex with Nicholson. They both know that would screw up their relationship and the business. She finds him repugnant. He is a big, hairy man with obnoxious manners, much like most men here. He usually needs a bath and to clean his teeth.”

I said, “I’m curious, just what function does Nicholson perform here then?”

Ox said, “He’s the wheel that hammers things back into place when required. If he needs to intercede, it gets loud and quite rough.”

Ox said, “Nicholson has been known to send fractious employees back with lots of bruises. He bruises them both physically and emotionally. The occasional broken arm cements his dominant position here. That depends somewhat on the employee’s sex. He usually spanks women’s bare bottoms, which is another problem.”

I said, “Does this mistreatment work?”

Ox said, “Yes. It works perfectly well. The men at this factory are 85% of Irish extraction; they both respect and hate his guts. They hate him innately because he’s a Scot, and they don’t want him near them, if at all possible. They do respect his authority and his physical power. They understand his ways, and he understands theirs.”

Ox said, “The women here expect a little corporal punishment when they screw up. He rarely needs to discipline them more than once. There are a couple women here who like getting spanked enough. They evidently incite him to perform spankings on a basis. He always spanks using his hand, and he’s sure to rub their sore bottoms later. Sometimes for a longer time than is necessary.”

“Um-hmm.”

Ox said, “Miss Campbell is all Irish, and she has all the employees charmed, male and female alike. The factory actually runs quite smoothly under her handling. She’s magnificent, intelligent, and responds to people in a kindly manner. She has their trust.”

I said, “Is Rose Campbell conked?”

Ox said, “No. She is or was sexually enthralled by your Dad. He stopped in to see her occasionally. He took her on that bed over there. This is room number 4 on the executive floor, and it was his office.”

I said, “So, I should send her off to get her own AI and be converted.

Ox said, “Yes, that’s recommended, send her. A little later, John Nicholson should get the same treatment. Ships-Beings think he is an unnecessary uncertainty and a danger to someone as young as you.”

I jested, “I’m not kissing the fucker.”

Ox said, “Rose will gladly do it after she comes back. She will know she will be able to muddle him and kiss him safely. Doing that would then make her his Boss.

Ox said, “Then, after his muddling, she can just leave him in his office chair asleep. Gigziks will collect and convert him. He will not get an AI. He’s not smart enough for an AI; he would probably injure one, anyway.”

“Rose Campbell will have complete control of him using her enhanced hormones. That’s best for a man as brutish as he is. He operates primarily on an emotional level.”

I said, “How do you want to handle Miss Campbell?”

Ox said, “Stick your head outside the door and ask someone to find her and send her in.”

I opened the door, and when I caught a girl out of the corner of my eye rushing by, I stuck out my arm to get her to stop.

She didn’t stop and ran right into my hand. She turned in dismay as she stopped with her perky right tit pressed into the palm of my left hand. (That feels nice.)

I held her fleshy tit for moments as she became muddled.

I really love living in an entire world without bras. I motioned her into the office with my other hand as my left continued to fondle her tittie.

I said, “Ox, who is this, and what was that?”

Ox said, “She’s Naomi Gray; she goes by N’omi. She’s a messenger. Notice her uniform? All messengers wear that uniform. They always hurry around doing their duties.”

I looked her over. She’s on the stocky side, 4’ 10” and 135 or so pounds. She is wearing a very short green cotton skirt and a green cotton jumper with short sleeves.

When I had touched her, she had, in an instant, become muddled. I gave her a quick kiss on her lips and brought her by both hands deeper into my office.

I slid a hand inside her top and gently cupped her right tit. I leaned her over towards me so our lips could touch. She pressed her lips to mine and sighed deeply. We just pressed our lips together, me still fondling her tittie all the time. She smiled and leaned back.

She said, “Thank you, sir. I finally have had my first kiss.”

( and your fist fondling )

I looked into her eyes. She was well muddled, alright. I continually stroked and squeezed her plump tittie. It felt like it was perfectly palm-sized. I had her sit on the desktop.

I tugged at her top’s shoulders, and she understood and pulled her top over her head immediately. She smiled broadly at that.

I stared while I contemplated doing evil deeds to her small yet ample body.

I sat on one of the chairs close to her. She has a pair of righteous boobies, very plump and very firm boobies. The left one hangs a smidgen lower. Both titties are perfectly round, like a half orange, just right for her smaller size. The areolas are light tan. The nipple on her right titty is pinkish from my toying with it.

She has chunky pebbles for nipples. I leaned in and chewed on the left nipple while I continued mauling N’omi’s right tit with my left hand.

I could begin to smell her and looked down. She has her legs apart, and I can barely see the sparse tuft of her brown pussy hair. It made me want to see more of it.

Not two hours ago, I’d had pretty much finished an all-night session fucking Daisy. She was one righteously statuesque babe. Daisy looks like an underwear model for teen girls with fabulous big boobs.

Here I am again, thinking about new pussy - already. This little pixie girl is very cute. She looks to be a light snack in comparison to Daisy.

I pushed her chest lightly until she lay back. I moved closer and pushed her legs out to my sides. Now seated, I picked up her ankles and put her calves over my shoulder, and I licked her. She jumped.

“Unhhh. Ohhhh...”

I stayed that way, licking her little cooter for some time until I heard her in the throws of her orgasm.

“Yes ... please ... Unhhh ... Unhhh ... Unhhh ... OoooooohhhhhhHH ... Oh - Heck! - Ahhhhhhh...”

I backed away, took her hands, and tugged until she sat up.

N’omi looked shaken; her face and upper chest were bright red. She was trying to get her breath back under control. I knew her heart had to be beating fast. I could almost hear it. I enjoyed watching her tender, young fleshy tits wobble as she panted hard.

I said, “N’omi, would you go find Rose Campbell dear, ask her to come to Mr. Morgan’s office. Tell her I’m waiting.”

She said, “Who should I say is waiting, sir?

I smiled, “Young Mr. Morgan, of course.”

She looked confused for a minute, then her face brightened as she figured out I was also a Mr. Morgan. She put on her top and left, giggling and happy. She closed the door, and I saw she had a wiggle in her walk now.

A few minutes later, Ox showed me a live video of N’omi in front of Rose Campbell.

Naomi said, “Mr. Morgan says to tell you he is in his office; he was asking for you.”

Yep, she had it figured out. N’omi purposely left out the young part. I was going to be a surprise to Miss Campbell.

I heard two quick knocks, and Rose rushed in as if she wanted to kiss my Dad. Seeing me brought her to a screeching halt. I stood up.

“You’re not Mr. Morgan.”

I said, “Of course I am, I’m William Morgan. My father bought me several companies, including this one. I am going around now to visit them and to let people meet the new Boss.”

She looked bewildered; you’re quiet...”

“Young? Maybe, but I’m neither inexperienced nor uneducated. I have reached the age of majority, and my father has turned over all his New England-based businesses to me. He’s back in Spanish Florida to stay.”

“Oh my. Mr. Nicholson is going to have a positive hissy fit. He’ll think he’s working for a wee laddie, as he says. That’s a bit much; he’s very proud, you know. You should be careful; he may try something nasty, even dangerous.”

I smiled evilly. “I have a few tricks for Nicholson. He should be the worried one. From my understanding, I could fire him, and you would do just fine without him. I could hire a couple of security men to back you up and keep control of things here.”

Her eyes widened. “Goodness, you are trouble with a capital T.”

I held my hand out, “Are you going to greet your new boss properly.”

She put her hand out. I held her hand and pulled her close to hug her. I felt her hand tremble when we touched. I kissed her lips briefly and settled her into a chair. Gigziks immediately came through with a gurney and another Heillizdt conk. I was unsure if it was my hormones that muddled her or if the aliens had squirted something in her nose.