The Right Choice
By Crossmanx
When given the opportunity, make sure you always make the right choice! 


By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.

The Right Choice.

It had been a long day for both Brendon and Raymond, but now it was almost
over, they chatted about the day as they walked down the long corridor down to
the waiting room at the end. As they reached the room and entered the occupant
all turned to the door and gave their best smiles to greet the two men. The
men scoured the eager faces of those sat there, "hello again ... " Raymond
stepped forward and began to speak " ... first of all we would like to thank
you all for attending today's interview session and ... ... " Yes it had been
a long day, a day of interviews, asking the same questions over and over again
and getting the same answer, just re-worked in a few cases, over and over
again.

"On behalf of Brendon, Linda, Janice ... ... " just then the door open and
right on que Linda and Janice walked in " ... and myself, I would like to
thank you all again, as you know we have interviewed a number of different and
exciting candidates today and over the coming days the four of us will be
meeting to discuss and chose the next area manager from one of you." Brendon
enjoyed this part of any of the selection panels he'd been part of, seeing all
their enthusiastic faces "to make everything fair and above board, and as this
is an internal vacancy within the company only, I would ask that none of you
have any contact with any of the panel members until we announce who the
successful candidate is. We will be sending everyone an e-mail next Tuesday to
inform you if you have been the successful candidate, so until next week
goodbye everyone."

The candidates now left the room, each saying their goodbyes' to the panel
members in a last attempt to make a good impression, Brendon wondered which of
these he would chose for the job. Who would he want to be the next area
manager, who would he get on with and be able to work with, but that didn't
really matter here. What really mattered here was which of the other panel
members he could gain favour with. Brendon at 32 was the youngest and most
junior of this team of 'senior managers', yes the 'area manger would still be
junior to him but it was which one of his 'colleagues' he could gain favour
with that really counted.

Recently there had been a lot of whispers and talk about expansion, merger and
takeover, Brendon needed to secure his position as Logistics manager, a
position he had only been in himself for a short time. He needed to have
either Raymond the Operations Manager, Linda the HR Manager or Janice the
Accounts Manager on his side and looking out for him, and he knew just how to
do it. The next day the interview panel meet to whittle down the candidates
into a short list, each member could nominate two people, then the group would
go way study the list and come back later to 'fight it out' over their chosen
candidates.

Brendon was playing it safe, he nominated two people who were good at their
jobs, no question there, but wouldn't be high on the other members list. In
this way Brendon could 'sacrifice' his nominations in favour of other board
members choice and so prove he was someone they could rely on and need in the
future. Brendon came away from that meeting in high spirits, already each of
the other members had had a quiet word with him, nothing so straight forward
as 'give me your support' but as was the norm in these situation, subtle hints
were dropped.

Back in his office and much later Brendon looked at his watch and realised how
late it was, he finished what he was doing and packed up. The building seemed
quiet as he left his office, everyone must have gone home, well nearly
everyone, there was a light coming for the end of the side corridor, a light
coming from Linda's office, 'not like her to work this late!' He went to
investigate. As he got closer to the office door he could see it was slightly
ajar, hence the reason for the light. He moved up quietly, intrigued, and
peeked through the gap 'Oh my Linda!'

There she was, the normally demure yet sophisticated and well breed older,
mature, woman, who was now naked and bend over her desk being shafted by the
youngest of the male applicants. A man, lad, who hadn't been with the company
for not that long, but showed great promise, in more ways than one Brendon
thought. That afternoon Brendon had wondered why Linda had put the youth on
the short list, now he knew why, and by the looks of things he was very
grateful and showing his appreciated in the best way he could. 'Now where was
that mobile phone?' Brendon couldn't believe his luck; he always said 'try and
get some dirt on those around you' SNAP! The noise of the camera was drowned
out by the moans and grunts of Linda as she was on the receiving end of the
young man's gratitude. Brendon found the record button, by now Linda was knelt
in front of her new young lover taking his hard cock in her very appreciative
mouth.

Brendon sneaked back down the corridor with the biggest smile on his face;
this was good 'oh this was very good.' He now had something on Linda, and that
meant he didn't need to worry about sucking up to her over the nominations, he
had dirt on her and that was worth its weight in gold. 'Oh yes a very
successful day' as he reached and entered the lift he still couldn't believe
his luck, still looking at the recording on his phone and laughing to himself
as he hit the button for the ground floor. But he'd been distracted and hit
the wrong button, moments later the doors opened on the 3rd floor 'shit!'
Brendon was just about to hit the right button when he noticed another light
on down a corridor; he stepped out the lift 'that was Raymond's office wasn't
it?'

Brendon's inquisitive side got the better of him, as he made his way down the
corridor, there was defiantly a light coming from under Raymond's office and
like Linda 'normally' he was out of the office by now. The curious man made
his way quietly into the next office that he knew had an adjoining door, he
sneaked in, and as he did he heard a loud cry of ... pleasure! He opened,
slightly and very carefully, the adjoin door 'Oh Raymond you dirty little
bastard!'

If finding Linda wasn't good enough, he now had double the satisfaction, there
was Raymond sat in his large leather chair getting his cock sucked off by a
peroxided blond that was all legs and tits. And surprising enough she had been
one of Raymond's nominations for the short list, SNAP and there was a nice
photo to add to the collection. A few minutes later and Brendon was secretly
recording the blond with her legs wrapped around Raymond as he took her on his
desk, and so, more incriminating evidence was gained. For the second time
Brendon sneaked out the office and back down towards the lift, as he reached
it he had a thought 'Janice ... ... No ... ... But it wouldn't hurt to check!'

A minute later and up to the 5th floor and Accounts, the man moved towards
Janice's office, all looked quiet, no lights, well he couldn't be that lucky
could he! Just then the lift door opened and voices could be heard, for some
reason Brandon quietly nipped into the office he was stood next to. The
voices, mostly giggly and girly passed by and quiet quickly were gone, the
sound of their footsteps almost rushing across the floor. Then it all went
quiet, Brendon waited for a couple of minutes, he hadn't known why he had done
that, got out the way, but with what he'd seen tonight he didn't want to get
noticed, especially knowing what the other where getting up to. Brendon looked
out into the corridor; the light was now on in Janice's office, interesting!

He approached the office, and couldn't believe his luck, the women had been in
such a rush to get into the office they hadn't closed the door properly and
now the women where in another rush, this time to rip each other's cloths off
as quickly as they could. "Oh Janice you little minx you" Janice was now
engrossed with getting to grips with the very sexy figure of one of her female
nominees. 'Another husband waiting at home thinking his wife was hard at work
in the office!' Well in one way that was right, the two women, now half naked
climbed onto the desk tongues and mouths exploring each other's bodies. The
phone came out as Janice's mouth eagerly played with the brunette woman's
large breasts, and another recording was made. Brendon couldn't have planned
tonight any better himself; it was turning out to be very interesting and very
beneficial.

The next day at work and Brendon now planned how he would put the 'dirt' he
had gathered to use and how he could rely secure his place in the company,
with the 'willing' assistance of his other senior 'colleagues.' He started off
by going around and visiting each of them, asking if they had enjoyed their
evenings then talking straight away about each of the candidates he had seen
them with. Making comments like "Oh I think that Josh could be a good
thrusting young man for the company" and "Yes that Tanya seems to have a good
head on her" plus "I think Tina is someone you could work very closely with",
and a few more 'subtle' comments. Plus he 'bumped' into each of them again
later on that day, along with an e-mail to each about the upcoming meeting to
decide on the new area manager, Brendon was having fun, it was the best Friday
at work he'd had!

The next day was Saturday, but Brendon found himself in work, every now and
again he had to do this, to catch up and be on top of his game, but yesterday
he'd had so much fun he'd fallen a bit behind. As normal on a Saturday there
was hardly anyone there, he had seen a few people come in and work for an hour
or so then had gone, until he was the only one left there. He was just about
to leave himself when suddenly he heard a noise from outside his office
"hello!" he called out, but nothing. Again another sound, this time he got up
to investigate, he went to the door and looked out, "hello Mr Fordham" the man
nearly jumped out his sink as a woman appeared in the corridor out of nowhere.

It was Ashely one of Brendon's nominees for the area managers job, the man
calmed down at the sight of the woman, she was nothing that special, well not
in the work way, she was a junior assistant who'd been at the firm for a few
years. Yes she knew her job and was even quite good at it, but not area
manager material. She'd been one of the names he'd thrown in, someone he would
have easily sacrificed to gain favour with one of his colleagues. But now he
had all the dirt, he didn't need her anymore, she was of no use to him,
Ashely, was redundant.

He was just about to go back into his office "this is a Saturday not a normal
working day and you were all told about interacting with members of the panel
the other day, so best you go now and we'll say no more about this." He turned
his back on her and took a step into his office THUD! ARRRHHHH! Brendon felt a
sharp blow to his backside, it was almost as if he'd been kicked, whatever it
was, the force had sent him flying into his office and tumbling down to the
floor.

The stunned man, still on the floor, turned over to face the woman who now
stood in his office with a very big smile on her face whilst looking down at
him "Oh Brendon you do look silly down there!" The man was fuming "that's Mr
Fordham to you young lady ... " and she was a young lady, tallish and 22,
cheeky grin with short dark hair that added to the mischievous look about her.
She was dressed in a pair of jeans, the kind with the 'designer rips' in them,
ankle black boots and a tight sleeveless black top, that showed off her young,
firm and ample figure, obviously not the normal attire to be worn around the
office. Brendon composed himself, she did look good but he had a position of
authority to maintain, "did you just kick me?" he demanded to know. She
laughed "Oh honey when I kick you, you'll know about it!"

Brendon pushed himself off the floor and up onto his feet, only Ashley had
other plans, she stepped forward and as the man was half way up, she grabbed
him and drove her knee hard into his body THUD! THUD! THUD! Three sharp blows
to the man's torso, shocking and hurting him at the same time, and doubling
him over, then WHACK! Her thigh was precisely slammed into the side of his
face knock him backwards, toppling him over so he once more found the floor of
his office. Brendon's head spun as he tried to get himself upright and at the
same time make some sense of what was happening.

WHACK! Something hit him hard OOOWWWHHH! and hurt him, he stumbled and tumbled
across his office floor, like some drunk man until his desk saved him from
going any further backwards. He grabbed onto the large solid desk, holding
onto it for safety and trying to steady himself as he strained to return to
his feet SMACK! A blow to his gut that drove the air out of him instantly
making his gasp for breath and dropping him to his knees all in one move, as
well as being agonisingly painful. "See I told you that you would know when
I've kicked you!" She grabbed the man, two sturdy hands taking him by his
shirt and dragging him upwards, then she slammed him against his own desk
CRACK! Smashing his spin into the solid wood then pushing him backwards,
bending him over and driving him onto the top of the desk.

He was now, literally, bent over backwards over the desk Ashley jumped onto
the desk and dropped herself onto his chest THUD! Making a painful and
uncomfortable position even more uncomfortable. "Now then 'Mr Fordham' ... "
her tone was mocking " ... ... time for you to listen ... " now it was
authoritarian, but at the same time there was this almost fascinating and sexy
quality to it as well. " ... I know that you have something on the others on
the panel and I'm guessing that you know they are all screwing around with
their favourites from the interview stage ... " 'How the hell did she know
that?' " ... Now let's face it Brendon I could have come her and screwed you,
and I would have had you eating out my hand by now ... " Now that didn't sound
at all bad to him " ... but I don't do that sort of thing and you're certainly
not my type ... " Now that was not what he had hoped to hear her say! " ... So
here's the deal you get me the area manager's job or I'll have to hurt you ...
" With that she flipped her foot behind her and accurately caught the man
right in the crouch ARRRRHHHH! The perfect shot!

Ashley rolled off Brendon, and so allowed the man to slowly slide off his desk
and down towards the floor, falling to his knees and holding his aching
crouch. "Oh and if you think I'm joking let me give you a free demonstration
of what I will do to you if you don't do as I say ... " THUD! That strong
thigh once more found it mark, as Brendon found the floor again. For the next
twenty minutes or so, but to him it seemed so much long, the young woman
showed the man just what she could do. With skill and strength that he had
never seen or experienced in a woman before, Ashley went about 'displaying'
exactly what he could expect if she did not get the post of area manager.

Her fists drove hard into his body, pounding his gut, slamming into his chest
and beating any other area they could find. Her feet kicked out, high kicks
that struck him and took him down, low kicks that dropped him like a stone, he
felt each blow and yes 'he knew when she had kicked him!' She made him crawl
across the floor and "that's it Brendon lick my boot!" He licks her boots in
return from her promising not to kick him, but she did THUD! He kisses and
licks each of her boots and she still kept on kicking him, to start with it
amused her that he tried to put off the inevitable by submitting to her, as of
course he should do, but she got board of even this. Ashley finally finished
her 'demonstration' with a high swivel kick that sent Brendon off his feet and
flying, he slammed onto the top of his desk, she left him lying there a
pathetic hurt man, who now knew exactly who he should give the area mangers
job to!

Finally Brendon came to; he looked round quickly, OUCH! His head and body
hurt, but he breathed a sigh of relief as he realised that Ashley wasn't
there. He didn't know how long he's been out for, he tried to focus on his
watch but it was all still too much of a blur. It took some time before he had
managed to gather his strength and sort himself out, finally and after some
time to rest he was ready to go home, he needed to go and relax after his
encounter with Ashley!

"Arh there you are Mr Fordham" Brendon's heart raced as he feared that Ashley
had come back to 'remind him' of what he needs to do. But the voice was
different, he turned towards the door. There walking casually into his office
was Hanna, she was his other nominee for the post of area manager and a very
different person from Ashley. Hanna was much older, in face twenty years
older, at 42 she was the oldest of the candidates for the post. A tall, mature
woman who carried herself in a more refined and elegant way, this woman was no
stranger to the more sophisticated way of life. And this was more than evident
in the way the two different women dressed, for here stood Hanna in her smart
long boot and with a skirt that was just short of the knee but not quiet long
enough to cover the top of the boots. The skirt was plan but well fitted with
a slit at the side that every now and again gave you a glimpse of her firm
thigh. Further up her slim wait then met a well fitted blouse with enough
buttons undone to draw the onlookers attention to her cleavage on show.

Her face showed her age, but in a very graceful and kind way, an attractive
woman, but it was a strong face, with flowing fair hair down to her shoulders.
Sturdy eyes peered out through a pair of sexy dark glasses and full red lips
set off the striking, yet serious look on her mature face. She walked up to
Brendon who was by his desk; she had a sexy wiggle that Brendon hadn't noticed
before and made his mouth go dry. She took hold of his shirt and led the man
round the desk to his chair, something, he didn't know what, had him follow,
to be led by her.

At the chair she turned him round to face her, still not saying a word, but
her eyes held him; it was as if she didn't need to speak. She elegantly pushed
herself up onto his desk, crossed her legs and sat there; her foot came to
rest just in front of his crouch. He looked down wondering what she was going
to do; the woman smirked as she gently placed the tip of her boot onto his
crouch. "Well then Brendon what shall we talk about ... " Her foot slowly
started to move around in circle on his crouch " ... ... I know how about we
discusses the area mangers job." Brendon could fell himself getting
'interested!'

"Yes I thought we might have that sort of reaction from you ... " the man went
bright red "I ... now ... " before he could finish Hanna's boot had moved up
to his gut, she pushed the man backwards. He fell into his chair "as I was
saying, about the area manager's job, I think it should be mine, what do you
think?" She didn't give him the chance to answer CRACK! Her boot had swung
round and smashed into the man's jaw, spinning him round and sending him and
the chair over and to the floor 'Shit' here he was again!

Before he knew it a hand had grabbed him by his hair, she pulled his head back
so he was looking up at her "now then, time we had an understanding ... "
SMACK! Her other hand slapped the man hard around the face, the sound echoed
around his office as she slapped him again and again. "Up you get" her
commanding voice instructed and her firm hold on his hair encouraged, and when
he got to his feet THUD! OOOHHHH! Her knee drove up into his groin, doubling
him over, then her other knee shot up and finds it mark on his chin. Brendon
is shot backwards, sent flying he crashes into his desk.

The classy woman looks down on him THUD! Her boot makes him pay attention "on
the desk!" Her command is short and sharp, Brendon doesn't think he just does
what she says and drags his body up on to his desk CRACK! Her fist makes
contact with his jaw and flattens the man, as he lays there on his desk, with
his head spinning he can feel her hands around his crouch. Before he fully
realised what happening she has pulled out his excited cock and begins to milk
the man.

He can't believe what happening, instinctively he tries to move up to see if
what he thinks is happening is really happening THUD! The woman uses her free
arm and drives her elbow into his stomach OOOFFFFFF! His head comes up and is
too good an opportunity to miss, she lets go of his cock, clenches that fist,
swings and CRACK! Right on his jaw, Brendon falls into darkness.

Much later and the man comes to once more, his body aching even more now, he
looks around, no sign of Hanna, but she has left her mark, he was right she
had milked him and left him there in his own mess still on his desk. He felt
humiliated and used, as well as battered and bruised; it was sometime before
he managed to get himself out of the building and into his car. He got home,
crawled into bed and sobbed himself to asleep; as his body recovered his
dreams tormented him with images of both Ashley and Hanna. The young and
mature women that had destroyed him, in their own particular way, the two
women haunted his dreams that made him constantly wake in a cold sweat.

The next week at work he tried to keep himself to himself, there was no sign
of Ashley and Hanna so that was a relief. Tuesday morning and just before the
panel meeting to decide the new area manager Brendon receives two e-mails one
from Hanna with a video of him laid out on his desk being milked by her and
one from Ashley where he's crawling across the floor to worship her boots that
then kicked him. 'Oh Shit! What was he to do?'

"So Brendon who do you think should get the post of area manager?" He looks
around nervously at his 'colleagues', they all know he has something on them
and now they are all trying to suck up to him. "I ... ..I think it should ...
." He knew that whatever he said everyone would agree with him, and there
would be no turning back, but who the hell should he give the job too. Or
maybe what he should be thinking of who is it that's not getting the job and
what will she do to me? What a hell of a choice to make, who to choose and who
not to choose! " ... .I think it should be ... ... !"