The Handsome Rapist

*** Based on a PM and some comments in a forum thread. I am writing another first for me. Please understand that this is entirely fictional/fantasy. Everyone has sexual fantasies and if you cannot write about them, or think about them, then what freedom does one really have? Please send me PM’s or write a Comment. I like getting feedback… and as you can see from this it gives me ideas.

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The Handsome Rapist

It was another fine day at the office, if you are really into the weekly Management Team Meeting. I was and took my career very seriously. That particular meeting agenda was important. I had planned what I was going to do at it for the lest ten days.

I guess you would have to know more about my past to understand what motivates me to do certain things.

I made all the right moves in University. Making sure I volunteered for all the Business School charity events, was active in the Student Union, and was a Varsity swimmer was just part of the plan. The other was to worked part time at a bank, and meet a man who was going to fit in well with my future plans. By the time I graduated with my MBA I was well set for a bright career. I had made all the right connections, had a great network of contacts, and made use of them to advance myself.

The fact I am beautiful made it easier. My 5’5”, 115 lbs body is fit, trim, and curvy in all the right places. My breasts are a C cup and full and firm and sit perfectly on my chest. My ass is sculpted from a lot of time at the gym and I know it catches attention. Men can be so easy, when they see me walking toward them they almost always smile, even if they are walking with another woman. I usually can catch a guy checking out my ass after I walk by. At work I always wear a jacket, skirt, feminine blouses, nylons and 3” heels. My long black hair is always styled conservatively. I go for manicures regularly and my spa days are twice a month. I take care to always be conservative with just a hint of sexy. Being Japanese gives me an exotic factor that is in my favour, but also throws people off as they assume, somewhat rightly, that I am a workaholic. My upbringing makes it very easy for me to maintain a calm public face no matter what is happening. I can act demure at the drop of a hat.

At work I am viewed as unattainable. I don’t date guys I work with and cut them off if they are asking me out. I love being underestimated because of my looks. It causes those who view me as an object to fall into whatever trap I lay for them.

I advanced to management by lulling my previous two bosses into a false sense of security and then turning on them, reporting their transgressions with proof, and always in the most innocent way.

Towards my coworkers, as I advanced, I was always very pleasant. I made time for them and worked at gaining their trust. It helped me to know what they were up to, manipulate things to my advantage, and ensure that I always performed just a bit better than them.

In short, I am a political animal and ruthless. The fact I can actually do my job very well helps. It had made me the youngest Manager in the Company. I had over 100 people reporting to me and the Supervisory Team below me. I answered to the Director of Operations. Admittedly, I had my eye on his position, but at the time thought I needed to play the game for another year, unless he committed a major error and I could topple him.

The guy I was dating while in University, I dumped him. He wanted to take all his qualifications and work in for a non-profit group. No incentives, no advancement, no acceptable compensation package. Despite his family background, and his father’s own ruthless nature and wealth, he decided this and wanted us to move into a middle class neighbourhood I wanted no part of. He was talking of marriage and me staying home with the kids. My base salary at the time was 125K per year without the bonuses. He made 60K per year. If he thought I was going to kiss off my career and stay home, he was obviously not paying attention. I did not get my MBA to end up a stay at home baby factory living on a tight budget because my husband was not smart enough in career choice, lacked motivation, and could not afford a Nanny for the kids.

My parents intentionally drove me to seek success and view every business situation as a form of war.

As I was growing up my mother spent hours explaining strategy, politics, and manipulation. She helped me to learn how to examine the battlefield and used all aspects of that environment to advantage. She taught me all the subtleties and nuances that battle on the business front entailed, and how to understand and know my opponent. It was one of the best things she ever did for me. She was like Sun Tzu, Miyamoto Musashi, and Nicollo Machiavelli all rolled into one.

She gave me a pair of framed quotes which still hand in my home to this day.

The first one, quoting Miyamoto Musashi, reads “”The important thing in strategy is to suppress the enemy’s useful actions but allow his useless actions”.

The second, quoting Niccolo Machiavelli, reads “If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared.”

Whether applied to war, politics, or business they have served me well.

I always knew what I wanted and she prepared me to ensure I would know how to get it.

The day that changed my life I never saw coming, I never imagined it could happen to me so fast. Of course I knew that my rapid advancement would create feelings of envy, doubt about my character, or even anger in others. I always knew that someone would feel the need to try and pull me down, but I knew I was prepared to face all my opponents and spent considerable time meditating and preparing.

So there I was, sitting in the meeting. I had dressed carefully that day as I knew the CEO was coming to the meeting, which was rare. We had a major new directive coming down regarding our new Mission Statement and it’s implementation. I knew the details of what was going to be discussed already and was prepared to shine.

I choose a blue skirt that was conservative in style, but just tight enough to reveal my narrow waist and the curve of my ass. It was the right length, but combined with my tan sheer nylons showed the promise and beauty of my toned legs. My blouse was a scoop neck white silk, and just transparent enough to reveal a hint of my lace undergarments. The bra presented my cleavage beautifully, but did not reveal it clearly, unless I chose to bend over to reveal my tender smooth flesh . The blazer was tailored and gave me an overall conservative look. Without it on my look would be very sexy, but elegant.

When the presentation was done by the CEO he invited our input. I was well prepared and I presented my ideas perfectly. It appeared I had been giving thought to issues we were now discussing, but did not have the appearance of having been told anything in advance. Of course I had been tipped off by a would be romantic interest. Any statistics I used I was careful to closely ball park them or openly refer to my departments own reports, that had been carefully prepared for this very meeting.

My acting was flawless. My boss did not resent me, but I could tell he wished he had been able to share some of my new found accolades. The other Manager’s actually supported me and one even thanked me for capturing the CEO’s attention, as that Manager had not been prepared properly to even attend a regular meeting.

I am usually cautious with female Manager’s as they tend to be rather more intuitive than my male colleagues, but even they fell for it. It had gone so much better than I thought possible.

When the meeting concluded and we adjourned to a Country Club for the lunch I was asked to sit at the CEO’s table. I handled the lunch magnificently and the CEO told the VP of Operations, and my Director, that he wanted me assigned to the committee implementing the changes. They agreed and both supported me, but I did see my Director flinch when he heard it.

I knew what he was thinking, that he would have to watch his back. Musashi said “”In battle, if you you make your opponent flinch, you have already won.” In time I would finish him. Consciously he didn’t realize it yet, or understand the extent of the threat I represented.

After lunch I spoke to my Director and said everything necessary to make him feel better. I also hinted that if I would pass along anything of use to him, thus ensuring that both of us prospered and our Division looked better than the others. He believed me and appreciated that. I wanted him calm and to believe I posed no threat, but rather was his friend. His biggest shortcoming is that he has never been able to recognize an enemy.

When the CEO and Vice President invited me into a private room, of course I accompanied them. I could see an appreciation for my appearance in both their eyes. I used all my charm and expressed appreciation for their allowing me such a prestigious opportunity.

The CEO explained that between the meeting and lunch he had reviewed my file and was quite sure that I was perfect for the job. He indicated that he wished he had heard of me sooner. My Vice President offered me anything I needed.

They then began a discussion about the corporate structure and my placement in it.