Costume Party by LJA644
Indulge in a steamy and sensual erotic sex story about a risqué costume party. Explore passion, desire, and seduction in this Adult Fiction tale. Read now for a provocative and arousing experience that will leave you craving more.<br/>
I know this could be an All Hallows Eve story, but I missed the day. Actually I forgot I had it and having finished some of my current crop of half finished stories whilst looking for one to finish I came across this one.
It could also be a ‘Hotel confrontation story, that is where the action takes place.
I’m not a lawyer so there are going to be inconsistencies. Don’t worry about it, just enjoy the story.
It’s fiction, like Dracula, hopefully!
I stood next to the wide boardroom table. My wife Sharon sat opposite me, we both worked for the same food company. She was deputy director in charge of production, and I was the legal Beagle. My job was to stop the company from getting into trouble. It wasn’t a full time job. I was just called in when poo had or was about to hit the rotating cooling device, plus a bit of pre-emptive work. The rest of the time I worked for Smith, Smith and Jones, a company of lawyers in town. I smiled at Sharon.
I had picked a trend in the US and as sure as runny dog shit smells it would hit our small island at some time, so I wanted to be prepared.
The CEO indicated for me to speak, it is something I had passed through him. We had discussed it and he thought it was a good idea. I’d been thinking about it for a while, but I had to move my plans up.
Our group of companies are held in high esteem. We are a family company with family values and with the economic downturn our production runs of slightly less expensive food had garnered us a great following.
“I have noted across the US, and increasingly in the UK that companies are enforcing a moral code of conduct.”
I picked up the remote control and pointed it at the large television screen and turned it on. I had done some research. There were headlines of a U.S. company that had nearly gone broke because it found out that the CEO was carrying on with one of the director’s wives and there was a great backlash.
I pulled up another one where the stocks fell a full 6 1/2% in a day, because another director took his company to a tribunal. All because he had had an affair on company premises with his married secretary. They were both immediately sacked. The company did not have a moral code of conduct in place and therefore they could not be punished. They went to the tribunal and won. The company lost millions, and nearly went under.
“I have suggested to Sir David that we employ a simple moral code. He has agreed it will be an addendum to everybody’s contract. Basically, if people are having a sexual liaison within the company with someone other than their spouse, there will be two weeks suspension without pay. They will have to explain the loss of earning to their other half. If both of them are married, and we all know each other well enough to know who is married and who isn’t, the same rules apply to both of them. The full details will be in the amendment.”
I looked at him, he nodded and he said. “Even the CEO.”
He carried on. “Everybody in this company should be above reproach. That includes me, my son, all of you, and everybody who works for you. Everybody will be contacted, and it will be explained to them.”
I looked around the room waiting to see if I was going to see any faces looking flushed, there wasn’t any, that was good.
Chris from packaging down the end of the table asked the question that had probably been playing on everybody’s mind. “I’m not and I hasten to add, do not know of anybody who is currently having an affair between two members of staff, but what if they are?”
Sir David nodded to me. “It’s relatively simple, if they sign the document and continue to have an affair and they are caught the will be asked to leave, if they do not leave of their own free will they may find their employment somewhat more difficult, they may get transferred to prevent the affair continuing. If they’re caught having an affair on any of our properties, they will be sacked. If they do not sign the document and that is their right, let us say that will put doubts on their suitability for working for this company in the long term.”
With that the meeting broke up. That was when I saw Sharon cast a smile at Brian, Sir David’s son.
Sir David was a nice man, a genuinely nice man, he had been knighted for his charitable works. He was so proud of that and quite rightly so, he was a man that people, including myself, looked up to and admired. He had found a way of collecting food from supermarkets that was nearly out of date and redistributing it to the needy. Quite difficult because the rules about selling or providing food that is past its ‘best by’ or ‘sell by’ date are difficult to overcome. The people getting this food didn’t care. It also saved a lot of waste. He managed to convince other food manufacturers to do a similar thing.
I suspected Brian had been making a play for Sharon for some time, being the boss’s son, he thought he had a bit of leeway. But I think that little speech by his father put the damper on that. That was my full intention, but I didn’t think I was out of the woods yet.
I think he had been making a discreet play for a lot of the ladies, since he got back from working at one of our other factories. He’d been moving around doing a couple of years in each place to work out how the business was managed. And now he was back at base.
I was wary, little rumours had reached me that he was being a bit naughty whilst he was away from home. His wife stayed in their house in our town, and he travelled weekly to the other outlying factories.
I’d also had a few visits from some of the girls on the shop floor asking me questions about what would happen if the boss’s son made a pass at them, and they turned him down. They knew he was married, and in some cases so were they.
They were worried about losing their jobs if they didn’t respond to his ‘flirting’. Their words, not mine.
I told them all they had to say was. “Mr Davidson, that is inappropriate. Please do not do that again.” And then report it to me and I will keep track of it and deal with it. Anonymously if they wished.
Now Sharon has always thought she’s smart, she is, and sometimes she’s smarter than me, she doesn’t think she is. She also thinks she’s more devious than me, and again sometimes she is. OK that’s what I let her think, but I’m still distrustful. In my legal business I’ve had to do things that are, shall we say, less than completely ethical, so I’m very good at covering my tracks. I contacted one of my people who did work for me on the quiet, and I managed to clone Sharon’s phone.
Sharon and I had been married for seven years. We’ve known each other for nine. We met just after I left university working as a lowly pen pusher in the lawyer’s office that I still worked for. She wanted some help over some death duties, and as it was a mundane task, I got it. She was very cute; I was taken by her as soon as we started to talk.
I liked her short, efficient bobbed haircut, the cutest smile and bright blue eyes. She was smartly dressed. She excluded a small air of class. I was taken with her straight away.