Did he but know it, Owen was quickly becoming a lynchpin in Claudia Bramley’s special projects group. Without effective financing, the group would not be able to function. The fact that Owen was oblivious to what he was doing was an obvious plus point. The absence of an enquiring mind continued to surprise and delight Claudia. Owen also had a profound work ethic, no doubt engrained in him by his mother. If he ever seemed tired and needing motivation, Claudia simply needed to dangle the prospect of a few hours with Geoffrey as a reward for successful completion of an assignment.
‘Follow the money’ is a standard investigative procedure coined by Watergate’s Deepthroat. Tracking money flows can reveal a network of nefarious activity. Fortunately no-one in Interpol or the intelligence services has seen the need to explore the workings of The B&K Temping Agency or to recognise the better axiom of ‘Follow the sissy’. But then intelligence would be the last thing anyone would expect in B&K Temping’s special agent and very own ‘Deeptongue’. In Owen they might find a buttplug most always, a mouthful of clit quite often, a strapon on occasion, a cock if he is lucky, but never intelligence.
Claudia Bramley is careful to select finance companies with female principals who are likely to be susceptible to Owen’s charms. This month she has sent Owen to build relationships with AXON Global. AXON has finance affiliates in Caribbean tax havens as well as close links with local legal practices. The Caribbean will provide Bergman and Knightley with a significant stepping stone into potentially lucrative South America markets as well as presenting a new route into the lower states of the US.
AXON is quite comfortable providing letters of credit and escrow accounts for Brunnings and Keenan, or whatever registered shell company Claudia has set up for this venture. All Owen has to do is transfer the details. It can take a while for Owen to remember the message. It has to be rammed into him. It can take a while before Owen gets the rhythm and is able to chant it back. Owen loves these teach-in sessions. Maybe he’s a slow learner for a reason. Perhaps he’s cleverer than we give him credit for.
Today he’s with Isabel Noren, AXON’s lawyer. She needs to finalise some details with Claudia Bramley. After the Panama Papers and given the sensitive nature of Bergman and Knightley’s shadow operations , it’s far too important to entrust to normal mail services. Owen is naturally the preferred route. Owen’s been finding that Ms Noren wants a lot of his time even when there aren't any messages to convey. Ms Bramley tells him not to worry since it helps establish his cover story. Cover story? Owen doesn’t understand. He simply thinks that Ms Noren likes fucking him. He certainly likes her fucking him.
Today is just another cover session. “Thank you Owen. That was most professional, as ever,” says Ms Noren after Owen’s finished giving her another licking out.
“You are welcome Ms Noren. Please may I be excused to the bathroom.” Owen feels desperate. Not only does he need a pee after spending an hour beneath her desk but he’s also got a massive hard-on. Ms Noren had work to do and hasn’t fucked him which has left him on edge. He leans forward trying to hide the errant bulge in his skirt. He wishes he’d tucked. He should have remembered that she only fucks him after hours or at weekends when the office is quiet.
“Of course, just let me know if you need a hand.”
"That would be very helpful Ms Noren. Because of the new law, I still get some looks when I use the ladies bathroom so it helps if someone from management takes me there."
"I understand, Owen. I don't think some of our more junior staff really appreciate the role of Office Sissy. They will of course, in time. Sorry, if they're unprofessional. At the moment, they only pay lip service to AXON being an equal opportunities employer."
"Thank you so much, Ms Noren," said a surprised Owen, misunderstanding, as ever, what the executive was saying, "some lip service would be lovely. It's been so long.........."
"Don't get ahead of yourself, sissy boy. A helping hand was all I was offering."
"That would still be very nice, thank you." Provided Ms Noren had time and even if he didn’t get sucked, Owen was looking forward to her giving him nice slow wank in one of the Ladies’ cubicles. He could always grind on his Hummingbird and dream of Geoffrey. Perhaps he can practise that rhyme with each jerky stroke she gives him.
13. Office Politics: In-flight Entertainment
If Owen had thought, he would have realised that Ms Bramley’s offer of a trip to Miami would come with strings attached. He was looking forward to a few days of sun and sand or just relaxing by the pool to recuperate after his boob job. He was proud of his two new puppies and wanted to pamper them. He’d heard about some the clubs in Miami and thought they would provide a perfect playground to show them off.
B&K’s Caribbean operation has been growing rapidly in the last few months, helped significantly by Owen. Financing the expansion has presented few difficulties thanks to his strenuous efforts with AXON. The remarkable growth in the Caribbean has prompted Bergman’s senior management to pivot away from Latin America towards more a lucrative markets. Cruise liners have proved fertile ground for both for hire and sales of B&K Boys. Lots of widowed ladies appreciate having a companion for their cruise, especially one they can take home with them afterwards. And it’s not just single ladies. Older couples find a B&K Boy can bring back that extra bit of sparkle, while honeymoon couples find that a B&K Boy can cater for all tastes in a marriage and not just in the kitchen.
Business is so good that it’s required an expansion of recruitment and B&K training facilities in the UK. Tempting as it might be for B&K to open up supply by introducing cheaper Latin American sissies, US customers prefer a British Sissy with impeccable manners and a loveable accent. It also means B&K can avoid imitations and maintain prices. Counterfeit B&K Boys have already become a serious problem on the internet. Cheap Chinese sissies may be available but they tend to be unwilling Incels exported by the Chinese government to relieve their growing domestic pressures. Customers prefer the authentic and readily distinguishable article from B&K UK: a British B&K Boy is always eager to please.
And there is no B&K Boy more authentic than Owen, boobs notwithstanding. Claudia allowed him a few weeks at the B&K Health Spa to recuperate after his surgery and for deportment training in how to walk properly with his new front loading. He’s also been given some extra padding in his bum so he can now really wiggle. A strict diet and exercise helped Owen’s new figure to develop its own natural curves while scarring and soreness diminished. Waiting a few weeks also means that he’s safe to fly. She wouldn’t want anything untoward happening to her prize asset.
Owen finds he’s not flying as a passenger to Miami but as a temporary member of cabin crew. B&K Air may not yet rival SlickAir as a prestige carrier, but it knows how to turn on the style for valued customers or business partners. Over the last few days, B&K’s managment in London has been entertaining Kassidy Dallas, an entrepreneur skilled in supplying talent to fashionable Florida resorts like Sarsaparilla and Mor-o-labia. A private flight back is the least B&K can provide, especially when Claudia has placed Owen aboard and ready to give his fun bags an excursion.
“Ms Dallas, this is Owen, your personal hostess. We hope you enjoy your flight,’ says the Pilot.
“Ah, so this is the famous British Sissy I have heard so much about. Quite a girl, ain’t she?”
“Yes, Ms Dallas. He’s here for your exclusive use. Anything you need, he’ll be on hand to serve you. Won't you Owen?’
“Oooh, can I sit on your hand, please?” asks silly Owen to Kassidy’s surprise.
“Wait until we’re airborne, Owen,” interjects the Second Officer. “I’m sorry Ms Dallas, he is new to carbon crew duties but very keen, as you can see. She turns to Owen: “Remember Owen, these are separate seat aisles. You’ll have to sit on the arm of Ms Dallas’ chair or bend over in the aisle if you want that, but your priority is catering for Ms Dallas’ needs not your own. When we’re airborne, you may want to show Ms Dallas how her seat reclines and can be made up into a bed.”
“Yes, Second Officer,” says a slightly crestfallen Owen. He’s not used to taking instructions like that.
“Don’t worry, Owen,” says Kassidy in a reassuring slow southern drawl, “Ah’m sure you an’ I are gonna get along jus’ fine. Jus’ fine. Now what’s a southern gal gotta do to git a drink round here before you an’ me takes off.”
Oh how we hope for more from Owen and the ladies.
But wait, did I not promise something to send me off on my summer break in style.
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