MY DAUGHTER WENDY – part 14 by bager
The taxi delivered me to an industrial estate; at least that is what we would call it in England, an area given over entirely to offices and small factories. The driver pulled up outside one building, a modest 2-story place with an impressive entrance. I tried to pay the driver – Janet had lent me some Dollars I am glad to say, but she just shook her head, “I’m paid by the company, so don’t worry about it.” She said and drove off.
I walked into the ground floor entrance (okay then Americans’ the 1st floor entrance) I was surprised when they greeted me by name. “Good morning Mr. Archer, Mrs. Jones is waiting for you upstairs.” The receptionist got up from her seat and escorted me to a lift. “It’s nice to have you visit us sir.” She said with a beaming smile on her face.
“It’s John, I don’t answer too well to Mr. Archer, and what’s your name?” I asked her.
“Oh I’m Sally, I’m sorry but when we’re in public I’m supposed to use your surname, Janet is virtually inundated with problems and she wondered if you’d mind helping her.” Sally said.
“I did wonder why she wanted me to come here, and I was supposed to be on holiday . . .” I started to say but at Sally’s forlorn look I relented, “But I’ve got nothing to do at the moment and it would be nice to get my hands dirty.” I said watching Sally’s smile start again.
“That would be wonderful, you know sometimes I think Janet needs someone to help her out here and at home, she’s been so down since she broke up with Dave.” Sally was gushing away again, and the lift had just reached the first (2nd) floor.
Sally started leading the way, “Did Dave often help out here?” I asked Sally.
She shook her head, “Oh no, but he was always waiting for her at home, many the day she’d arrive with a smile on her lips,” And she giggled.
We arrived at a door marked Board Room, Sally opened the door and announced me. Janet looked up from the sheets of printout and gave a relieved smile. “John, I’m glad you could make it.” She said smiling at me, she pulled me to her and kissed me on the cheek, I did not know why she did that.
A giggling brought my attention to the other side of the table. I could see three, barely teenage girls watching us, I turned Janet around, “Err, Janet who?” I indicated the three.
“Oh yes, let me introduce you to Marcia, Jenny and Paige, they’re part of our consultation group.” At my look she added, “They’re part of Project Purple.” As if that explained everything.
“Good morning.” I said
“Good Morning Mr. Archer.” The three said in unison, smiling, and then they got serious.
“Mr. Archer we need to improve the action of the C152 interface. Microsoft have changed the performance criteria, it seems they’re worried about us!” One of the girls said.
I briefly glanced at Janet who gave an apologetic smile, but little help. So I nodded, “Can I see the blueprints, the current specs and the proposed changes”? I asked receiving the information before I would finish speaking.
The room was quiet as I read the two documents and started to scan the blueprints, I know that some people cannot make head or tails of these things but that has never bothered me. As far as I could see there was not much to do, I got a pen and outlined one area on the plans. “This isn’t needed, because it will duplicate several other processors and would even drain some of the processing power.” I then searched and highlighted two other sections. “These two could be connected together,” I began but then I one of three girls interrupted me.
“We can’t do that! If you cross-connected those, you will blow the whole chip! We’ve tried that about a week ago,” Is what they told me?
“Ah! Yes it would, but if you put a resistor here and here to reduce the flow into the sections it would work.” I informed them.
The three looked between themselves; “There’s not such thing available” Was the consensus.
I shook my head and turned to Janet. “They don’t know about the K256.” I asked her, and then it was her turn to be mystified.
“What’s K256?” She asked.
I took a deep breath, “Okay, Last year we started on a line of resistors for CPU chips, Clive had said it was an order from Head Office.” I could see blank faces watching me so I carried on. “Anyway to cut a long story short, we made it and it worked. Clive was supposed to pass the data onto Head Office, I suppose he didn’t!” I finished.
Janet shook her head, “I don’t believe he did, but John we never asked for such a thing . . .” She said and then a thought struck her, “What happened to the paperwork?” She asked.
I had to think. “Well we did keep a record of the work, as well as the schematics, on the computer. As for the hard copies I’m not sure what happened to them . . .” I said.
“Tracy!” The three girls said in unison, “She’ll be able to get the data.” One of them expanded while another picked up a mobile phone and started to give instructions.
The third girl, name is Paige, is what Janet told me, studied the schematics again. “ . . . It should work, but we’ll need a change in this area.” She pointed to a section, which I studied closely.
I nodded, “Yes . . . if we cross connect this with this.” I pointed to two points on the blueprints, “That should do it.” She still looked blank and so I quickly roughed out how the chip redesign should look like.
“Oh! I see,” Paige said, “But how did you know what should be changed? You’ve never seen these plans before and yet you’re able to give us the answers, how?” she asked me, I noticed that the other two were listening closely.
“I don’t know. It is something I have always been able to so. That why I’ve been good at my work I suppose.” I said – it is a talent I have never been able to quantify but it has been useful at times.
“Tracy’s looking into retrieving the files, but she says it’s going to take a day or so due to the slow system they’ve got over there!” The girl, Jenny, seemed to glare at me as if it was my fault.
“It was the quickest we could afford, and I wasn’t the one who installed it!” I said holding my hands up, “So don’t blame me!” I finished smiling.
“I think we’d better check on the systems over there and get them upgraded to a higher spec. In fact we should check the other sites and see what systems they’re using . . . It’s stupid for us to produce computer chips and not have the systems to use them on!” Janet decided.
“Mrs. Jones, do you know how much that will cost?” Marcia asked Janet.
“Can’t the company afford it?” Janet countered. The three girls huddled together and then looked up.
“Well some of the components have depreciated and could be written off, so the actual costs can be minimized, and it’s our considered opinion that it would benefit the company to proceed.” Marcia said.
“Then let’s get on with it!” Janet told them and pressed an intercom button. “Sophie start an inventory of all subsidiaries, we need to know the hardware and all the software on them, tell them that we are starting a renovation on all equipment, add that security would also be taking an interest in any ‘gray’ software that may be found.” Janet instructed.
“Certainly Mrs. Jones . . . What time scale do we have for this?”
“One week for the hardware and two for the software, add a note that any division unable to provide data within these times will be investigated minutely.” Janet said and there was a glint in her eyes. She turned back to the three girls, “I think that’s all we can do for the time being, let’s reconvene in two days’ time?”
“Certainly Mrs. Jones. Thank you Mr. Archer, it’s been most instructive.” Marcia said as she and the other two girls tidied up their papers and then filed out of the room.
The door closed and then I found Janet was starting to shake. I reached out to her and held her. “Yes John, please, you’ve no idea how much I hate being the tough nosed bitch. I’m always scared that I’d make a bad decision and this whole place would collapse around my ears.”
“You won’t do that Janet, you know how to run this company, its instinctive, bred into you.” I told her, reassuring her of what I felt was right.
“But what if I’m wrong?” She moaned softly.
Somehow, I knew the answer to that as well, “Then you would have to be punished.” I said simply.
She looked at me, as if seeing me for the first time. “Would you punish me?” She asked softly.
“Only if you wanted me to.” I said equally softly.
“You wouldn’t dare,” She said, but her eyes said ‘ . . .please!’
I lifted her off her feet while I sat down on the Boardroom table. The dress she was wearing was too long to pull up over her backside and so I had to make even more of an effort as I smacked her, “NEVER . . . EVER . . . DARE . . . ME!” I said punctuating each word with a strike of my hand.
“OW, No . . . please John . . . do not . . . do not . . . stop . . .” Janet protested, but I took no notice of her.
Then there was a knock at the door, “Mrs. Jones? Is everything alright in there . . . I thought I heard a noise.” Sophie’s voice sounded from outside. “Shall I come in?”
“NO! Err, no . . . there’s no problem . . . Mr. Archer was just . . . just going over a few details . . . that’s all.” Janet managed to say from her unusual position.
“Do you want me to come in and take notes?” Sophie asked.
Janet was flustered so I smile and spoke into her ear, “What do you think? Should she?”
Janet gasped and then said, “No, it’s alright Sophie, I’m sure I’ll remember . . . everything. You can go for coffee now.”
“Thank you Mrs. Jones, I’ll go now!” Sophie said.
Janet waited for a beat and then she turned to look back at me, “What would you have done if I told her to come in?”
I smiled at her, “Why not let the whole of the company listen in . . . I’m sure we could use the intercom?” I said.
I felt Janet shiver as I said that and she went limp, “Oh god . . . that’s the first time . . . since my father spanked me last!” She said and then started crying. I pulled her up and, somehow, managed to sit her on my lap. I held her while softly speaking into her ear.
Back at Elizabeth’s’ house Little Cat and Wendy were lying on Little Cat’s bed when all of a sudden Little Cat raised herself up on one elbow. “I know what about a swim?” She said brightly.
“It sounds nice, but I haven’t got a costume.” Wendy said, Little Cat giggled at that.
“What’s a costume? I normally swim like this!” Little Cat said standing up and striking a pose, “Come on it is fun, honest.” then Little Cat dragged Wendy to her feet.
Wendy found herself being dragged down the stairs, she was worried in case anyone else saw them – in fact Elizabeth was keeping a close watch on the pair of them, she had thought that Little Cat would be the best person to help Wendy adjust and could get the girl relaxed; Wendy was more relaxed than she thought!
Elizabeth went into the kitchen and made a pitcher of orange juice and then she got out four glasses. She then called Su and gave her instructions.
Wendy was enjoying her time with Little Cat; they had progressed from splashing each other to taking turns ‘bombing’ the swimming pool. A third splash made her look around as it showered both her and Little Cat. Su’s head broke the surface and she smiled at the pair of girls watching her.
“Hay now that was not fair of you Su.” Little Cat said while looking over at Wendy.
“No way!” Wendy responded, now smiling – her current lack of clothing forgotten.
“Let’s get her!” Little Cat said and started splashing Su, and then Wendy began her attack.
Su’s head vanished beneath the water. “Uh! Look out Wendy . . . she’s very trick . . .” Little Cat started to say and then she vanished under the water.
Wendy started to back peddle, looking around, searching for either Little Cat or Su. She reached the wall of the pool and then felt two pairs of hands, at first on her legs and then moving upwards, holding her thighs. She did not panic as she realized what was happening.
She extended her arms to support her on the edge of the pool and tilted her head back so that it rested on the ground. She smiled as she felt her chest. No tits – she corrected herself, as she was being kissed by Su and Little Cat then both Su and Little Cat’s heads surfaced, both were smiling and Wendy could feel their hands touching her, Her pussy and . . . and ass! Wendy felt like she could scream out the words.
She tired to sort out how this was different to the way her mother had treated her, the touch of a finger, seeking her . . . bum . . . instead of a large blunt . . . something being forced up inside her. She closed her eyes and relaxed her muscles allowing the entry of the questing digit. Then she felt the other hand touching her pussy.
“Do you mind us doing this?” Little Cat said whispering in her ear, before returning to kissing Wendy’s breasts.
“No . . . it’s lovely . . . why couldn’t . . . it have . . . been like this before? Oh!” Wendy said softly as she felt her body reacting to the effects of the two girls.
The touch of a hand on her hair made her forget the two girls, there was a woman standing there, smiling at her. “I’m sorry I was so long Wendy, I hope Little Cat has taken care of you.” Elizabeth asked.
Wendy turned over, pulling the finger out of her. However, a reassuring touch on her shoulder calmed her, “Don’t worry Wendy, mistress isn’t angry, she does really care.” Little Cat said.
Wendy blushed as she thought back to what she and Little Cat had done upstairs. Elizabeth smiled at Wendy and moved back to where a table and four chairs were standing, “I’ve got some orange juice over here, why don’t you come out and have some?” She asked.
“But . . . I do not have . . .” Wendy began to say but then saw Elizabeth removing her dress.
“I know, you don’t want anyone to see your naked body, so if I’m undressed then they’ll be looking at me, not you.” Elizabeth said as she removed the thong that she was wearing. She smiled at Wendy and held out her hands. In the water, Su and Little Cat gently held Wendy’s legs and propelled her out of the pool.
“That’s not fair!” Wendy said to the two girls as she found herself lying by the side of the pool.
“You’d never get out otherwise.” Little Cat said giggling away, then both girls climbed out of the pool and helped Wendy to her feet.
“Please Wendy, don’t be bashful, we’re all girls here.” Su gently said and let Wendy to a chair. The orange juice was cold and delicious; Wendy did not notice how quickly she had drunk it until she was asking for a second glass. She gave a hesitant smile to Elizabeth as the woman poured out the juice.
“Do you feel a little better now?” Elizabeth said, Wendy smiled and nodded, “That’s good, now how do you feel about talking about your mother?” Elizabeth asked.
Wendy thought for a few seconds, these people had been nice to her, they had done similar things to her that her mother had done but it was different, and her daddy did say she should not be scared about talking so she nodded. Elizabeth smiled, “Good. Let us get you dry and then we will have a little talk.
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