GITJ Post 426: The Big Day, p4

Melissa Monroe, soon-to-be Administrative Director of the nascent Far Horizons Evolution Center, had met with the facility’s official owner last week. That being Sheryl St. Clair, a successful corporate attorney and real estate magnate. The fact that she was also the ex-wife of Melissa’s current boyfriend, though, had not embittered their talk. To the contrary, they each really seemed to relish that particular connection. Atty. St. Clair, in fact, had shown her nothing but warmth and praise; Melissa was her normally ebullient self.

Sheryl couldn’t, in all honesty though, compliment Melissa on how she’d handled her term as Office Manager of her ex-husband’s flailing geriatric practice. Billing was down, expenses up, patients generally unhappy. The woman had unwittingly managed to drive away many of the practice's long-term and most experienced employees, and in their place had hired irresponsible and woefully unqualified people to replace them. If that wasn't enough, she’d managed to bring along a slew of others who seemed more intent on making the place fail than succeed. Along with the help of her friend Olivia, Sheryl had been keeping a close eye on the situation, though, and, were it not for the oversight and financial support of the Women’s Movement through its ‘Lean In’ grants and the cash infusions via the experimental study of one of Sheryl’s clients, the practice would have withered and collapsed within a month under Melissa’s new management. The girl, truthfully, was an absolute moron. She was inexperienced and Ill-suited to manage a popsicle stand, though she would probably do a good job of selling them. 

It was amazing what a big pair of tits can accomplish, especially when one has the support of a global cabal of extremely powerful, singularly focused women. Olivia was right in her advice. Rather than fire Melissa in a fit of righteous retribution for contributing to her husband’s infantile indiscretions, Sheryl had - under her friend’s counsel - kept her on as Office Manager. It proved that Melissa could serve her purpose to the Movement, one even Sheryl herself didn’t fully comprehend. So now that Melissa had shown her value - as albeit unconventional as it was - she was getting a promotion. And, a big, fat raise. 

“I’ve waited so long to tell you this..!” she sang, still straddling her shrunken boyfriend and erstwhile boss, in her big white office, on her big white couch, “I’ve known for more than a week..!”

It was true. It had been such a struggle not to tell him, to resist announcing to him that this was coming. A promotion!! A shift in the status quo, in their dynamic, it was so exciting!! And now that she could finally tell him, she wanted to savor every moment. She wanted to see the look in his eyes when the realization of  just how successful she was becoming finally dawned on him. He could sit there and watch as she ascended in her career, while his career withered and died. That fact actually made it, she realized in a moment of darkly giddy introspection, all the more sweet. 

Should she really feel all that bad, about the secret thrill she got from watching him fail while she continued to succeed? No. She was a woman, after all. And, like they’d been saying all her life, a thing her mother was so fond of telling her since she was a child: it was Woman’s place to lead. Man’s place was in her shadow.

Her mother had told her other things, too. Things that she knew were very important to remember.

Anyway, Melissa had wanted this ever since she was a little girl…and that didn’t seem so long ago. She had always known she wanted to be a boss, even felt destined for it while all anyone ever seemed to see in her was her body. The drive to finally be in charge had motivated her since she was a young teen. She didn’t want to be the person ordered around by people like her mother or her doctors or all the researchers she’d had to deal with all her life. She’d gone from high school to Hooters, became a shift manager, and then on to Nordstroms and the DMV and Wellspring Honda where she was given charge of the scheduling department. While here at Far Horizons Medical Associates her position of Office Manager was a big step up, now she was about to take an even bigger one. Now there was a new job, a much bigger one for her to grow into at the new Far Horizons Evolution Center.

“Administrative Director,” she played with the words on her tongue and lips, tasting it, the weight of the title smooth and powerful in her mouth. It sounded so…impressive. “Administrative Director of the entire building.”

“W-wow…” Dr. J stammered, his wheels of doubt and apprehension turning on their cogs. He believed he understood what the scope of that could be, and knew he had to shift gears and be happy for her, despite the feeling of being left behind in the race. “Congrats…th-that sounds like a big job.”

“”It really is..!” she beamed, her capricious pride redoubling itself as she watched him begin to come to terms with her big news. She had - after such a short time! -  managed to climb a big rung on the corporate ladder, and all he could do was watch her ascent from below. “I'll be managing all the practices in the new clinical wing, not just yours in the old one.”

“W-wow,” he repeated, shifting himself under her as he tried to find a more comfortable position for his throbbing erection, which was eagerly soaking in the news. He’d seen the list, the litany of clinics that would all, somehow, be opening up for patients on Monday. Internal medicine, Fertility, Aesthetics, Adolescent Care, and of course there was one that made him the most uncomfortable, the ‘Regression Clinic’. The more professional side of him was incredulous, at best, about their chances for success. Starting up cold was a challenge for any medical practice, let alone for niche specialties. I mean Aesthetics? Really?? Did we really need that? And was Melissa really the right person to handle a facility this unique?  Though he knew the third wing would be a satellite location for Evolution Pharm, and she hadn’t said anything about being involved in that, but still. The girl, as much as he loved her and admired her way with people, struggled with basic math and grammar-school spelling. “Are you sure you're going to be able to do all that, and keep managing the office h-here?” he asked in what he hoped was a playful tone as he choked out a laugh.

“Do you doubt my powers, little man?” she giggled along with him, suddenly squashing her breasts together in front of his upturned face and play-acting, maybe, a bad-guy from one of his little comic book movies. “Do you underestimate ‘Mega Missy’??”

“N-n-no,” he chuckled again, trying to keep his jaw in place as his eyes had already goggled at her bulging display of cleavage, “I’ve, haha, would never do that.” He shifted again under her weight, and somehow managed not to start rutting up into her, into - haha - ‘Mega Melissa’. 

She giggled again, stroked his face, dropped the supervillain persona. “Good boy,” she purred,pleased with his response, and hearing it even herself: this was really turning her on. She decided to keep her elbows squeezed together, give him something nice to look at as she continued to explain. 

“I’ll have all the new girls, and all the old ones to manage, plus all my monkeys downstairs,” she said, stroking his hair with the hand behind his head, “that’s more than a hundred people. And I’ll be their boss. Their big, big boss. Everyone, reporting to me…” Nnngh this really is sexy!!  

“W-wow,” he repeated again, “that’s a lot. B-but I’m sure everyone will…”

His voice trailed off, she noticed, as she saw the new thoughts, doubts and possibilities start to swirl through his mind. He was thinking too much. Subtly, she shifted in his lap to fill his vision even more fully with her chest as she brought him in closer. His gaze now was struck firmly between her big tits, and his mind began to drift to a new place, a scary place where she wasn’t just the boss of all these new women, but h-

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” she cooed, cutting off his thoughts even though they were so entertaining, “I’m not going to be your boss…“

“N-n-no, haha, I, uh…” he stammered, “I w-wasn’t w-wor-“

“That’ll still be m-mmm, uh, Olivia.” she continued, referring to Sheryl’s friend, a former physician who had been hand-placed as oversight for him and the other clinicians at the old FHMA, “She’s going to be Medical Director, of the old and the new stuff too.”

“O-okay…that’s good,” he answered half-heartedly. 

“Is it?” Melissa giggled, bouncing on top of him a little, in a show of her size, “You want her as your boss instead of me?”

“Ooof-!” he gasped, managing to force a smile and recover from the hundreds of pounds of jiggle that just threatened to break him and caused the couch to groan. “N-no I’m just saying-“

“You’re saying that you still like to pretend that you can tell me what to do,” she smiled, knowing she was teasing him, knowing she was playing with his poor little male pride, “Act like you’re in charge of me?”

“Haha Melissa I-“

“Shhh it’s okay, I like pretending that too, sometimes,” she mused, “that I’m just the little girl you hired. The pretty one you couldn’t ignore.”

“Haha yeah I uh- isn’t tha-“

“But now, now that I’m going to be making so much more money,” she continued, smile curling a bit, “it’s going to be hard to keep pretending that.” 

“Y-yeah, that’s um- that’s great,” he managed, reminding himself again that this was her moment. He should be happy for her…and if she was getting a promotion… it allowed a glimmer of hope to enter his mind. Times had been hard, recently, after the divorce, with all the payments and wage garnishments. “Any chance that, uh, they’ll be giving me a raise too?”

The question made Melissa’s heart flutter again, and she found herself, once more, fighting back an errant little smile. “Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry, no,” she answered, as a little jolt of pleasure tingled between her thighs, “I suppose there is some bad news, too, actually. Sheryl is reducing your salary. She says your allo-...the money, from your salary is better used elsewhere.You haven't been seeing as many patients, you haven’t been billing as much as you w-”

“Wait, she’s r-r-reducing my salary?” he sputtered, a cold shudder creeping through him as he felt yet another timber fall in his forest. It was true, and he couldn’t say he really blamed Sheryl: his schedule had been getting progressively lighter these days, and he’d missed so much time. He had to admit that he wasn’t earning his keep. Still, though, this was a heavy blow tot his self-esteem and ego. 

“She’s going to be paying you more based on your billing, rather than just a straight salary,” Melissa explained, as gently as she could. She knew how firmly his ex-wife held his flailing career in her hands, and she knew it must be hard for him being dependent on the slighted woman’s whims. All the more reason to depend on me, sweetie. I’m always here for you.

“So I just have to…see more patients?” he asked her, his eyes needy, “Then…then maybe I guess…” Melissa could see his little mind working, desperate to find a light through the woods of his crumbling life.

“But, yeah,” Melissa continued, “now if you lose your license you’ll need, like, Vida, or Morgan, the nurses and PAs to see patients with you and that would cut even more from your bi-”

Jay's eyes went wide, the comforts of his girlfriend's body forgotten. ’“What do you mean lose my license?!?” he exclaimed, now even more upset, “Getting ejected from the state association and having my admitting privileges at the hospital taken away is one thing…b-”

That’s actually two things, she thought.

“...but losing my license?!? Then…then…” Does she know something I don’t?!?

“Patients have been mentioning it, sweetie, how small you’ve gotten,” she continued, using the calmest voice she could manage to quell his frazzled mind, “They’re starting to ask questions. The girls are all wondering how much longer you're going to be able to see patients.”

Wait what?!? “I’m perfectly capable of-”

“Maybe me and Marisela can find a way for you to maybe, like, work from home?” Melissa suggested, “Hmm? Would you like that? Staying at my place, we could set you up a little desk, a comfy little nest-”

“Melissa I-”

“Or, y’know what? Maybe working isn’t really all that important for you, anymore,” she pressed, feeling the warmth now really starting to build in her belly, “With my new salar-”

”Melissa, no,” he interrupted, finding the nerve and self-respect to put a stop to this before it began. He knew where she was headed, what path she wanted to lead him down, but this was something he couldn’t stomach. “I-I…I need to be able to work. At the office.”

“Okay, haha,” she agreed,  for now. She smiled gently, knowing it was important to not to push him too hard, too fast. She played it off like a hoke, but it was now exactly what she wanted. She loved the thought of him lazing around the house while she was at work, his mind empty and his hands idle. He could spend his days thinking about her. She gently caressed his head with one hand, while the other drifted down and took hold of him through his scrub pants. He was so hard, and she loved how his body shuddered at her touch, how he groaned when she squeezed him. “Oh Jay, as I get richer and busier and have more responsibility,” she began again, slowly squeezing him again…and again, and again, “I’m going to need someone at home to take care of things.”

“Oh my god, M-Melissa…” he moaned, eyes fluttering as the shock of her strong grip played through his loins.

“Language,” she scolded, giggling, “But, yeah. I think you’d make a really good househusband.”

Her laugh became a bit more unhinged as she allowed the electricity in her thighs to pull her even further into her sexual heat. Giggling, she pictured it, despite his complaints, the thought of him as a submissive little house hus- 

”Melissa no!”

“Oh, hush! I’m sure you’d love it, being a - what do they call it? A kept man. Kept right where you belong” she laughed, joking but not joking, “And in the meantime I can be your sugar…mommy. I’ll buy you everything. Let you pick out things you want and me just…pull out out my credit card, let it do all the work. Hm? How does that sound?”

“M-Melissa..!” he whined, his mouth complaining even as his hips rutted up into her hand. Why? Why is this turning me on SO MUCH?!?!

Melissa, in the meantime, had slid her hand out from behind his head and plunged it into her top, this time to pull out a shiny metal card. “Here it is, honey, my credit card,” she offered, “Want to hold it?”

Without thinking he took it, into his right hand. It was metal, thin but dense. Heavy, gleaming. Was it a company card? He couldn’t tell. On its face it had only an unfamiliar logo, maybe a bank’s, and her name in bold, embossed lettering: ‘Melissa Monroe’. He weighed it in his hands letting his fingers trace over the letters of her name.

“How does that feel? Holding a card with that kind of credit?” she asked, “Pretty good, hm?”

“H-how much-…?” he began, his own prurient curiosity causing his voice to shake.

“Oh,the credit limit?” she asked, knowing exactly what it was that  he wanted to ask, “It doesn’t have one. It’s, like…limitless.” Just like me. She giggled again, still slowly stroking him, knowing that all his own accounts basically amounted to less than what he had in his wallet. His credit score was basically nonexistent, anything he ever owned was under his wife's name. “Soon I can do anything.”

“M-Melissa I love you,” he groaned, just suddenly out of the blue.

That struck her: he liked it. He really liked it. It was too much, and, workday be damned, she just couldn’t hold herself back anymore. 

Her smile widened, and she brought herself down eye to eye with him so he could feel the heat of her breath on his face.“To be honest I always wanted to wear the pants in the family,” she said, suddenly pulling back and getting down onto her knees in front of where he sat, “So now that I do, I think it’s time we got rid of yours.”

In an instant, down they went.

You won’t be needing these anymore.

He gasped, never ceasing to be shocked by the size of his swollen cock, or by the bone-breaking pleasure when she suddenly grabbed it. 

She laughed. She was nearly slathering. “Don’t worry…” she said, tearing her gaze off of his erection to look up into his eyes…

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“…I'll be gentle.” 

Then, in an immediate but smooth, practiced motion Melissa rose, had her lips at his tip, her jaw widening, and she took him right down to the base. Her eyes rolled up into her head as she allowed herself a deep and satisfying groan. Mmmm! You feel so good in my throat.  Her eyes met his again and seeing him collapse backwards she laughed around his cock, the vibrations of her hot wet throat sending him into an even deeper state of pure bliss. His mouth was gaping, his eyes wide, unblinking: I love it, she thought, how paralyzed I can make him. 

She deep-throated him once, twice, several times, never losing eye contact as he shuddered under her grasp, but then she allowed him to slide out with a deafening <POP>.  

“I have to admit I have a, like, serious kink, wanting to provide for you,” she said, watching as his whole body shook with each stroke she gave him up and down his now slickened shaft, “I like giving you money. I like buying your things.”

“M-M-Melisssssa…” he groaned

“I really like it! Knowing I make so much money, and you have like, none. It kinda…turns me on. Knowing I kinda own you. Own this…”

With that, she gave him a demonstrative squeeze, a tug that was almost painful. With her strength, they both knew she could tear him clean off. I could put you in my purse. Have you on me all the time. 

“Wouldn’t it be sexy to be a kept man?” she asked, not waiting for an answer before she took him in her mouth again. One, two, three. Her jaw sliding up and down, in and out. Wet, mind-bending pleasure. 

Slickened and throbbing, he felt cool air again.t, She had him in her grip. Now she was staring at it, his bulging shaft, with wide, hungry eyes. “Oh my goodness I’m gonna make so much more money than you,” she raved, the realization setting in and exciting herself even further. She was addressing his manhood directly. “I’ll bring home the bacon, I’ll wear all the pants. Mommy will make allll the money.”

Back in her mouth, back down her throat. He was bucking now, writhing, one little hand gripping into the cushion of the couch, the other decidedly still clenched around her sleek metal credit card. 

“Keep thinking about it, keep thinking,” she said, sliding him out again, “keep thinking about how good it’ll be to have me taking care of you, providing, like, everything. Head of the household, me, Mommy and Daddy...”

Again, in: <slurp, slurp, slurp>

And out. “…you the helpless little <nnngh!> baby in his bassinet.”

In. <slurp, slurp, slurp>

And then out, just a moment before she felt his climax coming. 

“It’s sorta the way it is already, right? Everywhere? Wives making more than their husbands?” she mused, talking right to his cock now and imagining a day she had a ring around his tiny little finger, and maybe even one around his cock. Then, though, her eyes rose, steeled right onto his. “But I am going to totally dwarf you. Make so much more.”

“Oh g-…oh m-…oh Melissa…!” he moaned. 

“I like being a strong, independent woman, I like knowing that I’m supporting you,” she said, “I like feeling that you’re living off of me, attached to me, like a little…tiny…I dunno...” She paused, then smiled. Her voice deepened: “Tick. ”

He shuddered, with the unholy force of her voice and picturing it, picturing where she’d put him, where she’d tuck him in and have him suck. On her thigh, her hip, under a breast? The image was one of his darkest fantasies. His complaints, though, still rattled him back to reality. “I’m not a p- …a p-…. “

“A paramite?”

“a p-p-parasite.”

Smile.

“Oh, sweetie, just give it some time…” she said, her voice deepening even further with portent that now shook the room around them, “…you could be.”

“oh god..!” he belched frightened and clinging now tightly to reality as best he could 

“There’ll be no reason for you to lift a finger. In fact, we could make it so you couldn’t lift a finger at all,”  Her words swam around him with dark promise, “I could do everything for you.”

“b-b-but…”

She reached up, put a finger to finger to his quivering lips “Shh, it´s okay,” she whispered, voice softer now, tender and soothing, “I don´t mind. In fact, I love doing it. I love the thought of you being utterly dependent on me, for everything. It feels like I was made for it… ”

In fact, I think I kinda was. 

“It makes me feel good, and I think it does the same to you.” 

“Melissa n-no..””

“It’s okay I’ll manage it all,” she purred, “Now, lie back and let mama bear do her job…”

And finally, back in her mouth, he felt himself boil over. He came. A gut-gripping, body-breaking, soul-shaking climax that - were it not for her strong hands holding him in place - might have thrown him from the couch in a spastic fit. He groaned her name, over and over, allowing himself full release down her throat. She swallowed, again and again, cooing and moaning herself in a rapture that satisfied her, and her darkest purposes. 

Girls, everywhere in the building, were laughing and holding their chests as they felt themselves grow. 

Their laughter filled his ears coaxing him on, until finally his spasms faded, and he lay panting beneath her. She sucked on him still, drawing out every last drop until - already smiling - she slowly slid him out of her mouth. 

She looked down at him and tenderly brought his pants back up, underwear then scrubs around his skinny hips. She tied up the drawstring dutifully. Looking up to his face, she saw his eyes fluttering, struggling to stay open. She reached to take her credit card from his flaccid hand. She giggled when he whined. 

“Shhhh…hush, baby,” she cooed, sliding the sleek metal card back into her bosom and getting back up on the couch to straddle herself over him, “You can always ask mommy for more money. My bank account is going to be bigger than my boobs.”

She loomed herself over him, watching again as his mouth dropped and eyes widened at the size of her breasts. 

“Well, almost bigger <giggle!>,”  she laughed, “But still big enough to fill that little tummy of yours.”

He groaned again. 

“Aw, here, you poor thing,” she cooed, tut-tutting him as she grabbed the card once again, slid it back out from under her top, “Are you hungry? Do you want it back?”

She put the credit card to his lips. It was warm already from her skin.  C’mon, kiss it,” she insisted, with a giggle, “Suck from it.”

She slid a corner of it through his lips, and yes he began to suck. She giggled again.

“There you go!” she praised, pleased as punch as she watched him suckle, his watery little eyes looking up into hers, “This is all you need for breakfast. Something that comes from me.”

So far gone, so deep in his shame, he just continued to suck. What would this day have in store for him? What other humiliations would they swaddle him into? Good lord…at the thought he felt himself hardening again.

Her eyes twinkled.

“Go ahead, do it, keep sucking, I’ll take care of this,” she purred, fingers already once again undoing his drawstring, “and when you’re done you’ll tell me how much you need me. Me, and only me…”

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