Emily's Dilemma (8 page)

Signed, Emily Chastain, VP of Molecular
Microbiology

Signed, Mitch Ashton, Jr. COO of Millennium
Pharma

The sale of X-3850 went through. Robert and
Emily made millions. They were named to the Board of Directors upon
completion of the sale. The FDA approved of the new drug. Marketing
named it "MiraCor". As part of the agreement he signed, Mitch Jr.
personally visited Roseanne Chastain and her physician to witness
the taking of MiraCor. They brought along a small press contingent
to record the moment, thinking that getting good PR would help
soften Millennium Pharma's image for the better. The board and the
company's management decided to stop marketing their old drug that
only alleviated the symptoms. They kept it available, but stopped
allocating marketing dollars for it. It eventually died a slow
death. The company diverted all the old drug's marketing budget
into MiraCor. MiraCor was now the topline drug for severe
arrhythmia, and the only one that cured it.

Robert and Emily still had challenges to
overcome in their personal lives, but they were not insurmountable.
Neither of their spouses wanted to divorce, if for no other reason
than the need for security. The money they made through the sale of
X-3850 allowed their soon-to-be-divorced spouses to live well, and
they didn't complain about their new windfall. Robert's ex-wife
could live very comfortably with her books and her cats, never
having to venture outside. She was satisfied that there would no
longer be any pressure for her to have sex with Robert. Emily's
husband could continue making his body into the temple of health he
always wanted. His having the kids every other week allowed him
more time in the gym to focus on the important thing to him:
himself. Emily's husband even quit his job because her alimony
payments allowed him that freedom. Robert bought a new house he and
Emily could share. They kept their romantic relationship secret
from the Ashtons. Since they lived in another city, they thought
they could do this discreetly.

Mitch, Sr. and Mitch, Jr. now had a new board
to deal with, now that Robert and Emily were members. The Ashton
men now were made more accountable for the perception of the
company in the minds of both professionals and patients. The
make-up of the new board changed things significantly for them.
Gone were the days when they could have their way. They both feared
for their jobs. Their stranglehold on power was not certain
anymore. They no longer held the kind of autocratic power they once
wielded with their brutish, heavy hands. The game was changed, and
they had to adapt. Robert and Emily were threats to the Ashtons.
Senior and Junior often met to discuss the new landscape they now
worked in. They were not happy.

Eventually, Mitch, Sr. announced his
intention to retire. Senior thought it the best time to get out and
cash in. Millennium's stock had risen because of the introduction
of MiraCor. But he no longer held the kind of influence over the
board he once did. This was as good a time as any to make the move.
He could then live on his yacht, anchored in Naples, Florida. The
board accepted his resignation. Robert and Emily were quietly happy
with the turn of events. It's something they wished for in private,
but made every attempt at acting professionally in company
dealings. Now, they could recruit a new CEO that shared their
values and vision. As most large companies do, they look inside for
a possible successor before they turn their sights outwards. Robert
and Emily had a feeling Mitch, Jr. would make a play for the job,
but they abhorred the idea and would do anything they could to
prevent that from happening. Many institutional investors felt that
he would be a natural successor to his father. They made their
feelings known in communications with the board members. Some board
members thought the same way. The presence of Robert and Emily had
influence on many company matters, including the marketing of
MiraCor, but they weren't in the position to completely sway the
company in every direction they wished. They had another fight on
their hands. Mitch, Jr., indeed, wanted the job.

Mitch, Jr. was in full-blown campaign mode
for the CEO position. He courted the other board members
feverishly. He had power lunches with institutional investors who
held large chunks of the company stock. These large investors
favored his dad, and thought his son was cut from the same cloth.
They liked where Mitch, Sr. took the company, so naturally Mitch,
Jr. would do the same. His efforts were paying off, but he wasn't
sure he had enough votes on the board to make it. It was very
close, he realized. He needed to pull out all the stops and do
something dramatic. He did all the appropriate things so far that
one would do. But he needed to close the deal once and for all. It
was time to get dirty again, and that was something he was always
qualified for. The board was getting impatient with itself, having
interviewed and courted many worthy people from outside the
company. Factions developed over some of the candidates, and
whether hiring from the outside was better than from the inside. A
few were leaning towards Mitch, Jr., thinking he would run the
company in the successful manner his father did. Plus, they liked
the story that would be told through the PR engines. "Success is in
the genes" and "Continuity of success" were the headlines they
imagined.

Mitch, Jr. was at his large house in a tony
suburb, in his dark theater room, once again watching the secret
recording of he and Emily in his hotel room. He had replayed this
recording over and over again, often with his unusually-shaped
penis in his hands. He wished he had recorded the second sex scene
in his bathroom, where he bent Emily over and plunged his member
into her from behind. He wished to see his semen run down her
beautiful legs and puddle on the tile floor once again. The thought
made him hard whenever he thought about it. But at least he had the
best part of his blackmail sex: when he spewed his load over her
beautiful face. He watched it time and time again. He relished the
long ropes of semen making patterns over her head, hair, face, and
breasts. He delighted in the part when he plunged his
mushroom-capped head into her mouth, causing her to choke on the
remaining pumps he had left in him, and the waterfall of his
emission cascading down from her mouth. He would never have sex
like that again, he realized. The thought made him sad. Blackmail
sex was the best sex he ever had. He had an idea.

Emily was in the city in which Millennium
Pharma resides, interviewing candidates and reviewing resumes,
talking with executive recruiters, and otherwise doing the work
that board members do during an executive search. Robert was out of
town, in another city on the east coast, interviewing candidates
there. Mitch, Jr. found his opportunity, and called Emily.

"Emily, I'd like to invite you to dinner so
we can discuss the CEO spot. I know you have big issues with me. I
know I'm the last person you'd like to see in the position. But I
would like to lay out a plan–a vision–on where I would take the
company. I think I owe you that, and you owe the company enough to
listen. Tonight, 6:30, I'll have a driver pick you up from your
hotel. I'll have a presentation ready to show you," he said.

"Mitch, I don't like you. Let's be clear
about that. I think you're an immoral, blackmailing weasel. No
matter how much you know about the pharma business and how
effective you are in it, I don't like your moral compass. I don't
think you have one. And I would be doing a disservice to Millennium
and its shareholders if I thought otherwise," Emily replied
tersely.

Junior wasn't swayed. "Emily, we've had our
problems, for sure. But this is about who's the most capable for
the spot. I think I am more than qualified. I just want you to do
your due diligence as a board member. Try to separate yourself from
our past. At least you can tell the other board members you were
open to considering my vision," he said. "Please."

"All right, Mitch. Point taken. I do need to
do my due diligence," replied Emily.

The driver picked her up and drove from the
downtown area to a fancy suburb. She figured they would be meeting
at a nice restaurant, but instead they headed into a neighborhood
with large, ostentatious houses. The driver pulled into a circular
driveway, stopping in front the double door entrance surrounded by
cut glass windows. Mitch was there to greet her.

Emily was not happy. "This is not where I
thought we'd meet," she coldly said.

"I have a nice dinner catered and ready. The
sushi chef is finishing it up as we speak," Mitch countered. He
sounded all business, which calmed Emily's nerves. He didn't show a
trace of the sliminess she had witnessed before. As she entered,
she could see the sushi chef arranging the table. An expensive
bottle of cabernet was on the table. Mitch grabbed his gin and
tonic, went over to the table, and poured her a glass of the wine.
He handed it to her. She accepted it, but then put it down on the
table without taking a sip. Having the sushi chef around was
comforting. At least there was someone around. Through the back
sliding glass doors she could make out a large, fancy pool area.
Off to the right was a pool house. The pool area's expensive
lighting was dimmed, as if Mitch was about to throw a party.
Everything seemed eerily similar to her, as she recalled an
almost-identical scene so many years ago.

"This used to be my dad's house. He sold it
to me when he retired a month ago," Mitch said as he took a sip of
his drink. "Dad had it built years ago. He had it match his house
in Fairfax." Mitch forgot that Emily remembered that house,
especially the pool area. It was etched in her mind permanently.
There are things you can push out of your mind in order to forget
about a certain time in your life, Emily thought to herself, but
this was not one of them. Mitch tried his best to get Emily to
relax. Neither sat down. The sushi chef quietly departed through
the front door.

"I thought we could grab a piece of sushi
while I go through this presentation," he said. He grabbed a remote
and clicked on a large wall screen. The opening slide featured the
words "Presentation to Emily". She thought the words trite and
beneath the reading level of a CEO candidate. Pretty lowbrow, she
thought. Mitch, remote in hand, didn't flinch as he went on with
his presentation, clicking onto the next slide. It contained a list
of bullet points about what made him the one to take on the CEO
job. He was all business in his manner, which relaxed the cautious
Emily enough for her to take a sip of the wine.

When he clicked to the next slide, Emily's
demeanor changed and her face went white. On the bed sat a woman,
her face covered with white goo. It was Emily's face. Mitch clicked
"play" and the video started at the point where Mitch was stroking
his penis and unloading himself onto Emily. His grunts and groans
added a grotesque counterpoint to the quiet, submissive Emily in
the movie. She saw his emission drain from her mouth onto her
breasts and tank top. She stood watching. She was petrified. This
is happening once again, she screamed to herself.

"Before you say anything, Emily, I
wanted to remind you of this. Yes, another secret video of you in
action. Yes, I know I signed the document. But it didn't say
anything about this movie. You make a very good porn star, by the
way,
Kimber
. I can't tell you
how much I enjoyed coming into you and all over you. Best sex I've
ever had. Bar none," Mitch said, smiling deviously. "I also know
you're fucking Robert now. It doesn't take very much to find that
out. The other board members won't be too happy with that. The SEC
won't even be happy about that. I did my due diligence on you,
Emily. I'm not a quitter. I'm pretty relentless and I get my way.
You know that about me."

He walked up to Emily and clinked her glass
of wine. "Here's my proposal," he said, looking straight into her
eyes. She could smell gin on his breath.

"This video gets out, and we're both fucked.
And Robert. And whatever shares we own will suffer as well. You
don't like me and want someone else to be CEO. Okay, fine. I can
live with that. I think I'm right for the job, and so do a lot of
important people. But even if I were to become the CEO, you and
Robert would make life miserable for me. I can always get a good
job somewhere else.

"Here's my terms: we do it. Right here.
Again. In my pool house. Just like all those years ago. You let me
fuck you the way I want to. In exchange, I back away from wanting
the CEO spot and I resign from Millennium. Then you and I won't be
butting heads anymore. You won't have me causing any shit between
us. Imagine, no Mitch, Jr. No bad memories. I will be gone. I will
leave you alone. You leave me alone. We go our separate ways. Any
trouble that we could cause each other goes away. Stock price stays
high. We both benefit. Robert does too," Mitch said. "Here's my
resignation letter. All it takes is one more time. What do you
say,
Kimber
?"

Emily couldn't believe her bad luck.
Blackmailed again. She took a big gulp of the cabernet and began to
unbutton her blouse. The bulge in Mitch's pants grew. He unbuttoned
his shirt. Soon, they were naked. Mitch showed Emily the way out
into the pool area, and walked in silence to the pool house. Mitch
sat her down on an upholstered chair and dangled his hard penis in
front of her mouth. Emily took it in, this time without Mitch's
help. She sucked him hard and deep, much to his amazement. He
thought he would have to coax her like previous times. He stood
there, eyes closed, as she brought him in and out of her mouth,
sucking and licking the enormous head on his member, twirling her
tongue around and around the mushroom cap. She fondled his balls
with her right hand as her left reached around to his ass to bring
him inside her further. Her slurping sounds excited Mitch as his
head leaned back in ecstasy. He thought she's much more assertive
now, maybe it's because she's got power and money. She sucked and
sucked his purple member ever harder, making Mitch groan. Pressure
was growing deep inside his wet cock. He knew he was coming soon
and thought if he should pull out and stroke himself, then shoot
all over her face, but it felt too good to move. As his groans
became grunts, Emily knew he was about to unload. At the last
second, she pulled his grotesque penis out, and stroked it herself,
catching Mitch by surprise. She stroked him as he unleashed his
pent-up juices. Pump after pump of milky white ropes streamed
across her face as if she intended on creating a painting for him.
His huge load was still coming, so she opened her mouth wide,
taking his final blasts inside her mouth until it overflowed like a
fountain and covered her chin and then her perfect breasts. His
grunts became heavy panting as he finished his incredible load of
semen on her. This orgasm was the strongest ever, and Emily had
actually
helped
it become that
way. He collapsed back into a chair facing the one in which she
sat. Gradually, he opened his eyes and looked at Emily. Her face
was covered with his semen, it still coming out of her mouth. Her
chin was still dripping his load onto her already-soaked breasts.
Her nipples were hard. Streaks of his emission travelled down her
firm belly. He tried to recover to appreciate what had just
happened, but the orgasm took too much blood from his brain for him
to think clearly.
She was actually into
this
, he realized. His softening purple member
glistened as it leaned over in the direction of Emily.