Life's Dramas: Career on the Rise

Abstract

This work is the product of the author's sick imagination and has nothing in common with reality. All characters, names, surnames, geographical names, and names of any establishments and firms are fictitious, and any coincidences with real ones are accidental.

Not recommended for persons with mental illnesses, pregnant women, and those under 18 years of age, as the text contains explicit sexual scenes and scenes of violence in places.

All characters in the work are adults.

1. A Good Teacher.

She sat in an armchair on the hotel balcony, where

she had checked in a week ago, having flown to this regional center to sort out a company problem.

Wrapped in a terry robe thrown over her naked body after a shower, she drank black coffee and smoked a cigarette, blowing puffs of smoke into the darkening summer sky.

The heat was gone by this hour, the night coolness had not yet descended on the city, and the woman thoughtfully watched the city beginning to light up with lights.

The very conversation with her work colleague, her former boss, which had once overturned her ideas about career growth and led her to where she was now, surfaced in her mind...

— Irochka, darling, — her boss had proclaimed in a half-drunk voice two years ago, sitting with her in her apartment at the kitchen table over a bottle of whiskey, — listen to me...

She smiled, leaning back in her chair and taking a drag from her cigarette. A slender brunette with perfect curves, whom she had met back in university, in their final year. And who she had accidentally met at work in a large trading firm several years later.

— I'll tell you everything now, I won't hide anything, and you decide for yourself why you've been just a junior manager for more than six months and have no prospects. Well, unless you quit or get fired...

The woman laughed and took another drag, blowing smoke towards the kitchen ceiling.

— When I finished college and rested after studying, having partied to my heart's content, the question arose – what exactly did I want. And I decided I wanted money. Not to work, but money.

After knocking about a bit, I got a job at a small firm, first as an intern, hoping for a quick promotion and a good salary. And six months later I quit, realizing nothing would come of it. A dead end.

In the sense that the firm didn't have big salaries and bonuses. On the surface everything was great, but only the management and owners had good money. Plus men, a male team, they just wouldn't leave me alone, always trying to get under my skirt. And I quit.

I tried to get into another company, a bigger one. I agreed to a practically unpaid position, worse than an intern, just to eventually get on staff. And after three months I realized that even if I got promoted in a month or two, it would be just as hopeless later.

At best, in ten or fifteen years I might head some sales or distribution department. And even that's unlikely, men hold all those positions for years. You can't budge them. And the salaries aren't great either.

And then I got angry and started thinking differently, I approached solving the problem, as they say, from the end. What do I want and what do I need for that? And most importantly – where can I get it...

And I wanted a director's position. Even if it's some branch, even if not in the capital, even in the provinces, but not completely remote. And a lot of money — a good salary, bonuses, rewards from management. Yes, exactly that.

And the choice fell on our firm, where we work now. It had everything – big salaries, a bunch of departments and divisions, branches all over the country... In short, tons of opportunities.

I came as an intern. They hired me right away, like you. I have an education, some work experience too. And they would have hired me without experience. And it began...

All the same, in a circle. Running around. Like a squirrel in a wheel. But the tasks were minimal – fetch, bring, print, photocopy...

What am I saving my virginity for? For whom? Why?.. The best years of my youth are passing, and I have no husband, no boyfriend, even casual sex — and that's twice a year, when it gets unbearable, when I want a real, male cock between my legs until it aches...

Yes, don't look at me like that. After my first love in college, which ended sadly when that bastard cheated on me, I never met anyone. No relationships at all.

You won't believe it, but I didn't even like guys enough to imagine how I could date someone for even a month. So I only occasionally gave it to someone at a party or hooked up in bars. Yes, exactly...

And then suddenly, after four guys tried to flirt with me at work in one day, it dawned on me: why not?..

Who am I saving myself for? I really do want sex, I want a man. So why not use this desire of mine for my own benefit, for my career? And get some sex at the same time. Preferably regular. So, I decided...

My choice fell on our department head. A fairly young, attractive man. And married, which is important. I didn't want to move in with anyone, pretend I wanted to get married. I just wanted sex. And a married man would be perfect. He won't leave his wife, and you can twist him around your finger.

And there was a corporate party, the company anniversary. And we interns were tasked with providing for the event. As usual: fetch, bring, and so on...

I waited until the evening was in full swing, then pretended to accidentally spill champagne on the boss's trousers. Apologized profusely and dragged him to the toilet to wash the stain.

Washed it right on him. He melted when I touched his fly with my hands, his equipment started to grow. I made a surprised face, like I was turned on, then got on my knees and put his cock in my mouth...

Yeah, don't gasp. I had to start somehow. That's what I came up with, nothing smarter came to mind.

Anyway, I sucked him off and decided to come to his office the next day to apologize, and see how it goes.

But he called me in himself first thing in the morning. And started scolding me. That it's not allowed, that we're a decent firm, and spouted other nonsense. But his voice was nervous, and he kept giving me looks... Well, you get it. Male looks.

He finished with a phrase like: "What should we do now?" And then I stupidly stood in front of the desk, leaned on it, hiked my skirt up to my waist and answered: "Do what you want"...

Yes, I was taking a risk. But there were only two options: kick me out or fuck me. He chose the second. Pulled down my panties and fucked me...

And a week later, after I'd been to his office three times, you know why, he suddenly asked me if I was ready to move to junior manager or wanted to intern longer?

I was overjoyed. It worked!.. And I became a junior manager. Well, you know – it's like a regular manager on probation. After three months, it's a straight path to company staff and an official manager position, with a normal salary. As an intern, I would have slaved for another three months, for pennies. And even then, no guarantee of getting on staff.

For those three months, he fucked me two or three times a week. Mostly in his office. But sometimes he'd rent a hotel room or come to my place for the night when he could slip away from his family.

At the same time, he was also regularly fucking his secretary, a stupid but pretty girl. She even covered for us sometimes. Fool...

And I didn't object – let him fuck whoever he wants. For me, the main thing was the manager position. And I got it. Just three months, as per company rules, and I was a manager. I did it!

After that, I just enjoyed the position I got and that I managed to achieve my goal. Yes, through the bed. So what? For the first couple of months, I just worked in the office like a bee and fucked the boss like a cat.

First, as far as I knew, no senior manager had worked as a regular manager for less than a year. Usually three or four years, and only then were their candidacies considered by my boss and HR.

That is, my lover's authority simply wasn't enough. A decisive decision from the head of HR was needed. The problem was that HR was headed by a woman. So I couldn't do the same as with my boss. Well, I mean, sleep my way to the position.

Second, for that position, you really needed to know not only your job well, but also the staff, that is, the managers. Like myself. And my work experience was still a drop in the bucket.

Third, and this was the main problem – there were no vacancies. Two were going on maternity leave, their places were already filled by new future senior managers. And, according to rumors, someone was planning to transfer to another department, so maybe there would be one spot. But no guarantee...

I didn't know how to solve the first problem yet. Left it for later. The third too. And I decided to deal with the second the same way as with the boss.

I looked over my colleagues and chose one hardworking guy who was constantly paying attention to me. A nice-looking young guy, single. He'd been a manager for about three years and knew all the ins and outs perfectly, had great experience.

Classic. I just agreed to a date. Then a second one, kissed him. And on the third, I spread my legs... That's it, I had a boyfriend, I had a relationship.

He wasn't bothered by the rumors in the office that I was sleeping with the boss. He didn't really believe rumors. And I convinced him that our boss was a distant relative, that we were just friends. And that fool believed it.

The boss, by the way, didn't object. On the contrary, he even liked that he was fucking his subordinate's girlfriend. And the rumors about me sleeping with him gradually disappeared. After all, everyone knew about me and the manager, that we were in love and living together. And he blabbed that the boss was just my relative...

This turned out, in the end, to be not difficult either. The deputy head of HR was a man. A womanizer. And also, according to rumors, either fucking or not his direct boss. In any case, he had huge influence over her. What was left? Right, sleep with him. And I did...

A couple of times dropping by HR on business, exchanging meaningless phrases with him, light flirting, humor – and soon he was giving me a ride home after work. I kiss him on the cheek goodbye.

Then another ride, and I kiss him on the lips. And the third time, a long, hot kiss and my feigned reluctance to go home, where my boyfriend was already waiting, with whom I'd supposedly had a fight. He took the bait, suggested we sit in a cafe.

We go to a cafe, have a drink, I complain about life. Half an hour later, I suck him off in the toilet. Classic.

And a couple of days later we suck again in the car, I give him a blowjob right under my windows. And a couple of days later he takes me after work to a hotel, where he fucks me for a couple of hours...

He's married too, by the way, two kids. But I don't care. I didn't even need sex from him. I had enough from the boss and my boyfriend at that point. I needed the senior manager position. And I got it, in the end.

About a month later, I submitted an application, which was considered by two people – my direct boss and the head of HR, whom my lover had whispered about me to. Done deal. The position is mine...

I jumped for joy, I did it! Got what I wanted. Yes, I slept with three guys at once, but it was worth it!..

Next... it was time to deal with my men. The deputy head of HR was no longer needed. At least for two or three years, he no longer decided promotion issues higher up. Different players there, a different league. I didn't know how to climb higher, but I planned to figure it out. I didn't plan to stay a senior manager forever.

So I had to get rid of him. I "forgot" my panties in his car, lipstick in the glove compartment, and that was enough. Didn't even have to plant a condom.

He himself suggested we break up, his wife found everything and made a scene. How he talked his way out – I don't know. Probably made something up. Not my concern. I pretended I didn't want to break up, kept normal, even warm relations with him. Might come in handy. But we ended our affair.

The boyfriend I lived with didn't bother me for a while. He was good, regular sex. But he started talking more and more about family and marriage, and I didn't need that at all. And then he proposed. That was a perfect reason to break up. I refused him, and he left. He dumped me himself, upset.

I was really starting to think about hooking up with one of the colleagues, senior managers. There were candidates. And it would be useful – exchange of experience, joint brainstorming, and the sex would be nice too.

But then something more interesting happened, a real gift of fate in all its glory...

Our boss, my lover, was suddenly transferred to another branch. Effectively, promoted. Higher salary, higher position, but in a city I definitely didn't plan to go to. He offered me a deputy position, but I refused. We said goodbye...

A new, strict guy took his place. Well over forty, family man, grown son, loving wife. Well, everything like in a fairy tale. A real workaholic, a true boss...

Everyone got scared. Because a rumor went around that there would be purges, layoffs. That he was sent to fix things, increase efficiency. I had to act before someone else did.

A week later, I was already on my knees in his office sucking his cock. How it happened – don't ask, somehow by itself. Word by word, and soon I was swallowing his cum...

He appointed me as his assistant. I did the work of a senior manager and also helped him with organizational and managerial functions. Not the point.

I really helped him. I ratted everyone out. Senior managers, regular ones, junior ones. Slackers and lazy ones, promising and hardworking – I laid it all out about everyone. And shared my ideas for reorganizing the department. I even told him about the former boss's secretary, and he started fucking her too. That fool came to him like a passing trophy. She didn't even resist, was even glad she kept her job. Even started giving him anal, which she didn't allow the previous boss.

We increased the department's efficiency. The boss was pleased. And a couple of months later, he was sent to another city, a metropolis, as branch director. And he took me with him, as deputy. I wasn't about to refuse, because the city was big, and I liked the prospect of someday heading that branch. And the deputy's salary was just fantastic compared to everything before.

At the new place, I had to start an affair with a work colleague again. It was necessary because the boss's wife started suspecting us. Had to urgently agree to a date with a handsome senior manager from one of the departments and start dating him.

The wife's suspicions disappeared. We even went to a couple of events together. Corporate party, barbecue in nature, dinner at a restaurant celebrating his birthday. Of course, I was everywhere with my boyfriend, showing how much I loved him...

Over the next year, I acted as branch director twice. When the boss was on vacation and when he was on sick leave.

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