An Executives Fall

Tonight...

As Madison looked up from the reports, she began to rub her temples. As much as she loved making money, she had always left the reviews of financials to her accountants. But this merger was too important. She had to be on top of everything and know exactly what was in these reports to ensure the merger didn't fall through or, even worse, to make sure there was nothing hidden that would impact the bottom line once the merger was complete. She couldn't do that to her investors and she certainly couldn't let that happen to her reputation. She had worked far too hard building her marketing firm into one of the most sought-after firms for women's products in the country. Madison was their go-to girl and she had built her firm on inspiring female empowerment. No...she wouldn't let that happen. She wouldn't let something come creeping out of the woodwork to destroy her name or the name of her company. She was going to prove all of those men who said she would never succeed in a male-dominated business wrong.

Taking a break, she stood up from the desk with her wine glass in hand and stepped out onto the penthouse balcony. She took a long sip of the Malbec, the smooth taste followed by the little bit of bite in this vintage both warmed her insides and also made her shiver slightly. As the breeze blew between the buildings and across her skin, she shivered a bit more as a slight chill brought her thoughts back to the other night. She tried to fight the impulse to go back there. She needed to push those thoughts out of her mind and see this merger through. But yet, no matter how much she tried, the images and feelings rose, much like the incoming tide...a force of nature unable to be stopped...and continued to distract her. That's when she heard the knock on the door...

Yesterday...

When the board meeting was first scheduled, she knew this would be her best chance to catch up with one special friend. Best friends in college, she and Ana hadn't spoken in some time due to both women's professional drive and rapid ascent in their fields. As both had been pushing for success, their contact slowly drifted from weekly, to bi-weekly, to monthly and so on. She feared their communication would fall to just Christmas cards and Facebook posts. This trip was the perfect opportunity to prevent that. Madison was going to be in the city for a week and while she had stacks of reports to review and endless hours of meetings to attend, she made sure her assistant blocked off a few evenings so she and Ana could have dinner, catch up and reconnect. She didn't realize how much she had missed her friend and she was growing impatient to see her. The night before flying to the city, her friend had told her, "Let's meet at this amazing club I found. It's called The Red Club and it's one of the most elegant places I have ever been to. The city's elite meets there for cocktails and off-hours meetings. I am sure you will love it!" So after her flight landed, she had her driver take her directly to the club. She called the hotel and asked that the staff unpack her packs while she and Ana caught up.

When she first walked in, Madison was impressed by the lavish decor. You could smell the scents of expensive leather, fine wine, rare liquors, and the best cigars on the planet in the air. Her first thoughts were this was the kind of place she could see herself spending time after long days in the office, negotiating deals and partaking in some of the finest food and alcohol in the city. That was until she was escorted by the hostess into the main area. It was then that the true nature of the club hit her. Looking around the room, she saw elegant and beautiful women kneeling before impeccably dressed men. Women dancing seductively like the most well-paid strippers in the world for these same men who eyed each of them as though they were possessions instead of women. Gorgeous women curling up with and fawning all over men you could tell they barely knew. And what was even more shocking to her was you could tell these women weren't putting on some act like strippers at a strip club. These women were engrossed in it. They relished in their acts, being on display in the most erotic and sensual lingerie and heels. The expressions on their faces said they had truly never been happier and there was no place on the planet they would rather be. The devotion to these men and the desire to please them was conveyed in every motion, glance, and act they partook in.

As she stared on in utter disbelief, Ana approached her, glowing as she spotted her from across the club. At first, Madison beamed as she saw her friend's infectious smile. Then, she had to fight to back the look of utter terror as she realized Ana was dressed in some of the sultriest lingerie she had ever seen. As Ana hugged her, she had to remind herself to return the hug so as not to seem rude or completely aghast by what she was witnessing. Registering her shocked expression, Ana kissed her on the cheek and said, "It is so good to see you, Madi! Come on in. I have someone I want you to meet. He's amazing and I know you two will get along famously." Madison just looked around the room as Ana lead her by the hand over to a set of seats where an imposing and well-dressed man was sitting. "Madi, this is Mr. D. Mr. D., this is my old friend I was telling you about, Madi," Ana said as she did the introductions, her face radiating joy through the introduction.

Standing up, Mr. D extended his hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Madi. Ana has told me so much about you. Won't you join us?" Not one to be rude, Madison extended her hand and shook his, her hand feeling incredibly small compared to his large and muscular hands. Madison responded in kind to Mr. D despite the fact Ana hadn't said a word about him prior to their meeting. He sat and motioned for Madison to sit as well. As Mr. D got comfortable in his seat, Madison watched in disbelief as Ana crawled into his lap like a love-struck teenager. As he wrapped his arm around her friend in a manner that screamed "Mine," it was obvious that Ana craved his touch and adored him. Madison watched her friend's tone body curl up to Mr. D. She couldn't quite comprehend what she was witnessing at that moment was nothing like the Ana she had known for years...

Madison did her best to remain engaged in the conversation as she continually watched the happenings of the club. Mr. D was obviously an intelligent man, discussing politics, finances, and other topics typically discussed within the fast-paced business world. She could tell he had influence, not just over the women in the club, as they showed him a level of respect she was not used to witnessing anywhere, but also in the eyes of the business elite enjoying the club. He was engaging though, even she had to admit, and was clearly well educated, both academically and in life, about the world. Despite Madison's concerns about how Ana was behaving, she did at least feel like Ana had found herself an educated man with a great deal of potential, something they had both struggled with in the past as men had looked to either undermine their success or take advantage of their independent wealth.

When Madison could, she would survey the club. On one level, she was appalled and felt waves of nausea overtake her at times. She had recently been named the most powerful woman in advertising by Forbes and what she was witnessing went against everything she believed in regarding women's empowerment. Not that she was a man-hater or believed women were the dominant gender. That wasn't the case at all. But she did believe in true equality and opportunity. The elegant women obviously submitting so eagerly to the desires and lustful needs of these clearly powerful and wealthy men with so much...craving and purpose...went against everything she believed in...not just as a woman, but as a woman who had broken through so many glass ceilings on her way to the top. On another level though, the look of absolute joy and purpose on the women's faces was undeniable. It was as though each had found their calling, their true purpose in life. As much as Madison tried to deny it, she was also somewhat envious of these women and the clear joy they found.

After dinner, Madison called the car and returned to her hotel. Slipping into her favorite silk nightgown, she crawled into the luxurious bed. She didn't sleep much though. The next day, she would lie to her co-workers telling them she had been reviewing market reports late into the night ahead of the merger announcement. The truth of the matter was that she had been bombarded with lustful, deviant, and submissive dreams all through the night. She tossed and turned, waking at times on the brink of orgasm but unable to peak. Her mind was consumed with images of what she had seen...often dreaming she was one of those women. She would shiver in her sleep as she whispered, "Yes, Sir," to some gentleman she had never met. Her body ached as she was teased and tormented in her dreams with both pleasure and pain. The simple words of "Good girl" heard in her dream caused her hands to slip into her panties and between her swollen folds as she slept.

Despite the incredibly restless night and the erotic mental images continuing to pound at her psyche like a hammer driving a nail into wood, she managed to keep her composure throughout the day. She looked immaculate and carried herself through the day as only she could. She dominated in the board room and both boards, those from her company and the one she sought to acquire, voted unanimously on the merger. She had done this...through her own determination, drive, and unwillingness to back down to anyone, especially some man trying to tell her what she could and could not achieve.

Back to tonight...

When she returned to her hotel room that night, she ordered room service, her favorite Malbec, and settled into the reports. As she was enjoying the most succulent fillet to grace her lips in some time, she realized the financials were giving her a pounding headache and she poured herself another glass of wine. Between the wine and elegant furnishings in the room, she was trying to relax and power through the data so she could hopefully get a full night of sleep and make up for the lost sleep from the night prior. The previous night had left her exhausted.

Deciding she needed some fresh air, she picked up her wine glass and headed out onto the rooftop balcony. After relishing in the chill of the breeze against her skin, she heard a soft rapping at her door. As she turned to see if anyone announced themselves, she saw the envelope slide underneath the door and across the carpet. Assuming it was the daily invoice for her stay, she let it sit where it rested as she felt she was finally getting her senses about her again. After several minutes of listening to the sounds of the city and taking in the smells only a city like this could create, she sauntered to the door and retrieved the folder. As she looked at it, she realized it wasn't of the usual stock used by hotels, even ones as glamorous as this one. She opened the folder and pulled out its contents. She immediately froze and then let out a high-pitched scream. Her hands practically threw the envelope and its contents across the carpet as her hands covered her mouth in abject fear. Her eyes opened wide as the contents of the envelope fell to the floor and fanned out across the elegant carpet. Looking down, she saw photo after photo of her. The images chronicled everything she had done since arriving in the city...including her visit to The Red Club and her asleep in her room, her fingers buried inside her sex as the erotic images gnawed at her subconsciousness while she slept. As she looked down trying to take it all in, a note written in some of the most beautiful calligraphy imaginable caught her eye...

It read simply and without a signature, "We are watching you, Ms. Parkin. We have been and will continue to do so. It won't be long now..."