Too Good to be True Ch. 01

After a long hiatus I have started to write again - just lost my motivation, nothing else. I am hoping this will turn out to be another long story series but have only worked out about 3 or 4 chapters so far.

As with most of my stories, the focus will be on Female Domination but will stray into other areas I have mainly bypassed so far.

As always, all persons in the story are imagined, with any similarity to anyone living or dead being purely coincidental. None of the characters are under 18 and none of their actions are illegal in my country of residence.

Onto our main feature......

Too good to be true. Chapter 01.

Life can deal you a bad hand at times, and often that bad hand becomes a bonus for someone else. Diane Newman-O'Neill was going to become the beneficiary of Ben Steele's misfortune and was at the perfect stage in her life to make the most of her luck. Neither knew of the other yet, but that would soon change.

Ben sat in the café next to the Court House where he had spent too many hours recently. He had lost his wife to a malignant cancer and had lost the subsequent court case despite the judge sympathising with his predicament. It was just one of those things and the hospitals had not been negligent in her care. Ben was desolate at the loss of his wife, and the likely loss of his business once he had paid the court and legal costs. He had already decided to leave the city, with his sons, and start anew somewhere he had never visited before. Somewhere that might be cheap, now he had lost a lot of his income and assets.

He gazed into the coffee cup, trying to work out how best to explain to his two sons, James and Simon, that their comfortable life was likely over.

**** Three weeks later ****

Diane Newman-O'Neill was intrigued. She was looking out of the window of her office, on the second floor of the modern office block which housed her business, "NON-Design", one of the top design agencies in the whole city, and was focused on a man, in the square outside, who seemed to be thinking about coming in, but was clearly uncertain at the same time. He had walked around the square a few times, sat on one of the stone walls, looked at the building Diane was in, and had even photographed it with his camera. Eventually he made his decision and approached the building, taking the single side door into the lobby.

"Good afternoon, Sir!" the receptionist called to him, "Are you here for a meeting? Who is your contact?"

"Oh, no. Sorry," Ben replied, looking more at the floor than at the receptionist. "I was hoping to speak to someone about the empty part of the building, between here and the car park."

"Ah, I think you will need to speak to the owner of the building, but she is generally very busy and may not be able to see you today. Are you able to wait?" she asked. Ben confirmed he had nothing else planned, so would wait, if that would be ok?

Sarah, the receptionist, pointed to a seating area and advised him to take a seat and wait. She was not being brusque with him, but he looked at her with downcast eyes and shuffled across the lobby to the bright orange seats, taking one right at the back.

Sarah phoned Ally, the facilities manager, but she was unable to help, so decided to phone Diane direct. She knew Diane did not like unplanned callers but was not certain who else to try. Diane answered very quickly and listened whilst Sarah explained that a man was here to find out about the empty part of the building, and that she had no idea who to speak to. She knew there was no board on the walls or windows which might advise who the contact was.

"Is that the guy in the black jacket, who has been outside for about 10 minutes?" Diane asked.

"Yes, he has been out there a while. I wondered what he was doing as he does not look like any of our regular clients, and I have not seen him before!" Sarah knew all their regulars by sight, having been the main receptionist for almost 2 years.

"I will come down and speak to him. Just for a change I am caught up with urgent work and this should only take a few minutes. Tell him to wait, and I will be there in a moment."

Sarah relayed the message to Ben who said 'thanks' in reply.

The bell 'dinged' as the elevator arrived, and Diane strutted out. She liked to portray herself as the lady in charge, and her heels clicked sharply on the tiled floor. She held herself very straight and kept eye contact with Ben the whole time she walked across to him. He saw her coming towards him, and presumed, correctly, that she was looking for him, so stood and moved out from the back row of seats.

"Hello, nice to meet you!" Diane said, raising her voice slightly from normal, "How can I help you?"

"I was looking for business offices and saw that your building looks to have a small empty section. I was wondering who to contact to find out the details, size, cost, infrastructure, etc. You know......" his voice faded as he saw her eyes staring directly into his.

'Blue, bright blue!' he thought. 'She had beautiful blue eyes!

Diane stood before him, noting his stance had shrunk, as though he was trying to blend into the surroundings and said, "I am the person you need to speak to; this whole building is owned by me."

Ben had always had a respectful attitude towards women, and beautiful ones especially. Diane was beautiful, he decided. She was clearly someone who was in charge and liked people to know it. She stood around 5ft 11inches tall (in her heels, he noted), with a slightly big, perhaps chubby body, probably just over 200lbs he assessed. He could tell she knew how to dress to suit her build, and the charcoal-coloured business suit was perfectly cut to 'slim' her body. Her large breasts (36H, he would find out later, with a 30-inch waist and 40-inch hips) were contained in a crisp white blouse, pushing it out and filling the jacket. She wore heels - he had noticed the sound of her steps on the tiles as she walked - and black pantyhose, or stockings. Her blonde hair was shoulder-length and cut with a bias on the left side, and framed an attractive face with a smooth jaw, soft looking, bright red lips and a roman nose. And those bright blue eyes!!

Ben found he was looking up to her face, gazing at her rather longer than was appropriate. He was only 5ft 5inches tall and had always wished he was taller. He was 46 years old and had that kind of 'dad bod' that said, 'I am reasonably fit, but do not exercise.' He was, she had decided, an 'average' man.

"Let's go up to my office and see what information I can find about the facilities, conditions and size. Size always matters most!!" She looked at him to see if he would look down again, or stare back at her; He looked down. She smiled, realising he was acting like a submissive; a status she could REALLY use to her benefit.

They took the elevator up to the second floor. Diane took Ben into a side office where a couple of women were working on computers. They glanced at him, but saw nothing that interested them, so returned to their work.

"Okay, here is the documentation from when I bought the building. Let's go into my office and see what it tells us."

They took the file into Diane's office and she opened it at the desk. They pored over the documents, sorting them into useful, or not immediately needed. Ben seemed to understand what would be needed, and had placed them to his left, away from Diane. He wanted to see if he could spot the rental cost before she did, so he could decide if he could afford it. He was unable to spot it, but they found the floor plans, details of electric and phone sockets, general measurements and various other specific details, and took them across to the coffee table to look through them.

"I hope I can afford this," Ben said, wanting to get the important part out of the way first, but Diane did not seem too interested in that element. In fact, she was just watching Ben as he scanned the documents, thinking, considering her next steps.

"Well, it is all here," he stated, "except the rental cost. The main bit, really!"

"What do you think you should pay? She asked, surprising him. "Be fair, make an offer!"

Ben looked at her and found she was gazing directly at him again. He shrank inside himself under the stare.

"Oh, um...., I am not sure. Can you tell me what you want? I have never lived here before and do not really know the area. I have a business which can be run from anywhere - online as well - but was just looking for the right place to work from. I have 2 sons who work for me, so there is just the 3 of us. Basically, anywhere that is cheap, but has what we need. I just found a house last week and will go to look at it again. It is near my budget, but I have good credit so should be able to afford enough office space.

Diane listened as he rambled on, and, when he seemed to have run out of words, looked at him with unwavering eyes, causing him to sit further back on the sectional which surrounded 3 sides of the coffee table, looking to blend into the background.

He realised her skirt seemed to be showing more leg than before, and he found she was wearing stockings, as he could see a bit of bare skin under the skirt. He looked away swiftly, hoping she had not caught him looking.

'What do I want....' She mused. 'This might be her lucky day.........'

"I will get us a coffee, or would you prefer tea? She asked. He said he was fine with coffee, latte please! He could see there was a coffee machine over on the cabinet at the other side of the doorway which would probably make any type of coffee; she stood and walked over to it. He watched her calves as she moved and realised this was a lady who really took care of herself, even if she was bigger than the average woman, and her calves showed defined muscle, rippling as she walked.

Ben did not know, but Diane had angled her walk so she could see his reflection in the glass of the huge windows across the whole of one side of the room. 'He was looking' she saw, smiling to herself. 'This might be even better than she could imagine.'

She made the coffees, and returned to the small, low table, depositing his drink in front of him, and seating herself directly opposite. The skirt rode up again, distracting him from the paperwork, as he saw her flesh underneath it, again. He cast his eyes down searching for the coffee.

"Tell me your story" she said, sharply. "I want to know how you got to be here, now!"

Ben looked up at her, and found he seemed to be seated a little lower than her, and his viewpoint made her look superior. He told his story about being married, with 2 boys, but his wife had died and he had lost a lot of money fighting for compensation. His boys worked with him in his Accountancy business, and that his work was steady, but he could not afford to spend on luxuries. He was looking for a small office for the three of them, which maybe had space to park a couple of the vehicles he used to visit customers. He said he would probably get rid of one until business picked up, but all options were open. He had no considerations or distractions stopping him from finding exactly the right location. Sadly, not knowing the city had slowed his search. Now here he was.......!

Diane nodded at some comments and asked a couple of questions when he explained exactly what he needed the offices for. He almost felt like he was being interrogated when she asked him about the level and complexity of work he did, but she seemed satisfied with his answers.

Ben was starting to relax, talking about the business that he knew inside out made him confident, but he soon became quieter when they got to the point of deciding the rent.

"Ben! Were you staring at my legs as I walked to the coffee machine? She asked, calmly, watching his reaction. 'Deer in the headlights' was not even close as he looked at her, then quickly looked down into his lap, tearing his eyes from her stare. "Were you looking up my skirt when I sat here, opposite you?"

Ben stuttered a sort of 'Yes,... No,.... Yes,... Sorry....' reply and looked down again.

"TRUTH, BEN!" Diane had raised her voice again, demanding an answer.

"Sorry," he said, his eyes looking almost like they were about to shed tears.

"Don't be sorry! Own your actions! Tell me!"

Ben realised she had seen him; seen where his eyes went. "Yes, I was looking at your calves, and up your skirt when you sat down. I could not help myself. I am so sorry, Diane! Please forgive me!?

She was looking at him intently now, staring hard at him, trying to decipher how far he would go for this deal. They had still not discussed finances, but that did not bother Diane who had bought the whole building with a view to expanding her business. The time for expansion had not arrived, yet. She was far, far wealthier than Ben could ever have realised, and wanted something much for valuable than money.

She wanted the utter devotion of a weak man!

One who could be 'played' into a corner where he had no options but to work for her best interests and would never be a threat to her. She needed such a man as she had recently lost 2 of her 'handy men' and had no desire to do the work they had done, herself.

He was clearly a weak person, mentally and emotionally. Physicality did not bother her - she was not planning on fighting him! He would rue the day he met her if it ever became physical.

She wanted so much more, and at 44 years of age, with a larger than average body size, these opportunities did not come up so often. There were lots of women out there - teenagers, 20s and 30s, with big, firm (often fake) tits that sat high on their chests, billowing out of the top of their miniscule tops, or with legs that went on forever, and had sculpted calves and thighs, attracting all the younger men. She wanted a man, but on her terms, and an emotionally weak man, was just what she needed to fulfil her life.

"Rent," she said, "45 grand a year! Orrrrrrrr (she drew out the word), you can become 'mine' and pay only for the building services, but no rent."

Ben looked at her, without comprehension of what she had said. "Huh?"

"I want You here, but on MY terms. This will not work if you want to be the 'big man - the big boss'!"

I look after myself, and you obviously have an attraction to me. Do not answer now. Go out to that patisserie shop over there (pointing across the square, outside the window), and bring back 6 cakes that you think myself and the girls here will like. Give one to Sarah, on reception, and bring the rest up here.

Go now, NOT A WORD! Think about my offer and let me know your answer when you return.

BUT...... I am not giving you something for nothing. I will be very demanding and will expect you to contribute to my life in other ways. NOW! Go and think carefully!!"

Ben left the room, his mind a blur. What had she said? Did he understand? Why the cakes?

He could never have understood the whole of her meaning, but he would - very soon!

Ben left the building, his mind in a whirl! What was happening? What did she expect?

Well, cakes first!

He walked into the patisserie with purpose but realised that this was just bravado. He had to decide what 6 ladies (3 in their 20s, one in her 40s and 2 he had not even spoken with) would like from an array of some 40 or more different cakes. He didn't know about allergies, or who might like fruit, or cream, or chocolate, or..... well, anything!

He realised he had been set a challenge, but to what end? Just to prove he could not do anything right? Ben was still looking and thinking when the server asked him what he wanted to buy.

He chose a random selection of 6 cakes, paid a sum of money he thought exorbitant, and walked across the square, and back into the lobby of "NON-Design" and across to Sarah's desk.

"What do you have there?" Sarah asked, knowingly. Ben replied he had been asked to get cakes for the staff.

"One is for you. Which would you like?" he asked, showing her the choices.

"Well, I like the fruit tarts, but there isn't one here? I think you better try again. No point taking them upstairs because they are not the right cakes!"

Ben looked at her, non-plussed! Why did she think they were the wrong cakes?

Ben was reasonably sensible and was certainly able to follow an order, especially from a woman. He wandered back outside with the first cakes, and looked over to the patisserie, and then glanced up at the office he believed to be Diane's. He saw she was watching him, and did not look particularly happy.

He walked slowly across the square, thinking about what Sarah had said. How did she know they were the wrong cakes?

AHA!!

A light went on in Ben's brain and he upped his walking speed to the shop.

"That was quick," the serving girl said. "Not the right cakes?"

She was smiling as if she expected him to be back, he thought.

"Can you please choose the 6 cakes the ladies over at "NON-Design" would prefer?

"Good boy!" she said, laughing now. "Of course, I know what they want......... And second time lucky you realised what do to! One guy came over here 4 times before he realised what to ask! They get cakes regularly and always the same 6."

She reached over to the countertop behind her and handed Ben a bag of cakes. "I knew you would be back!" He paid again (rueing the cost of these darn cakes) and walked out with renewed purpose, 2 bags of cakes and short of almost $50.

Sarah greeted him again and asked if he had the right cakes this time. He showed her the selection, which met with her approval. She took the fruit tart out of the box and placed it on the edge of her desk.

"Kneel!" she said - an order!!

Because you got the first selection wrong, you need to pay a penalty. I want you to eat one of your original choices for me. I do not want it and you cannot waste your money on cakes that nobody is going to eat. So, you get to have one for me! Take any from the first box and eat it here, in front of me, on your knees so I can be sure you eat it all.

Ben looked at as if she was mad but selected a cake. He felt ridiculous kneeling in the reception eating a cream cake while a 20-odd year-old girl watched him. He regarded her and decided she was really pretty. She was very slim, almost skinny and had big breasts for her body size. 'Probably why she was the receptionist' he mused - never any harm for a business having a pretty face as the first one a prospective customer would see. She was shorter than Ben, but only by a little and had long shiny black hair and a pretty face.

Ben finished his cake and walked across to the elevator. "Go up and to the side office first and feed the girls there......... and yourself, of course! She giggled as he entered the elevator.

Ben went to the side office and found the same two girls there as before. Both were ok lookers he decided, but he would probably not notice them in a crowd. They took their cakes and watched as Ben ate two more from the original box. "Time to go and see Bron and Louise. Next door down the corridor and then turn immediately right and go into the office.

Ben found the right office and saw two ladies at work at the other end of the room, looking over some huge sheets which were, presumably, some design or logo they were working on. They either did not hear him there, or ignored him, until he spoke, asking if they would like a cake.

Both girls turned at the same time, causing Ben to double-take. They were very similar in looks and had very big breasts (both were 36H he would find out later, one "Bron" who had a 30-inch waist and 42-inch hips, and the other "Louise" who had a 28-inch waist and 38-inch hips ), with blonde hair and pretty enough faces. They would never have a problem being seen in a crowd though, as both looked to be near 6ft tall and probably close to 200lbs each. There was a familiarity he could not place but shrugged it off and offered from the remaining cakes.

The girls took their cakes and told Ben to have two more from the original selection. This was getting crazy, he thought, and said he would get the rest later as he had eaten three already in the last 15 minutes.

"It was NOT a suggestion," the girl on the left said, forcefully.

"But......"

"BUT NOTHING! Eat!"

Ben looked at the box, having no desire to eat another 2 rich cream cakes after the three he had already eaten.

They watched him while eating their cakes, seeing he was struggling with his 4th and 5th, but having no cares about that.

Ben managed to finish the cakes but was looking very queasy with the volume of rich pastries he had consumed. "OK, you can go back to Mom," one said, indicating he could leave.

'Fuck!'' Ben said to himself. How had he not seen that; these two women looked just like the boss lady, Diane.

He left the office and found his way back to Diane's. She was on the phone so he waited at the door for her to finish, then entered.

"Ah, you have my cake, at last....." she said, smiling. "Oh, and another. That must be yours?" She looked at him. Her expression told him the extra cake was not exactly a surprise - as though they had done this before.

"You got the right ones for everybody?" she asked, watching him carefully.

"Yes, at the second attempt," he laughed.

"Why not first time?" she asked, her look changing to a frown from the smile.

"I did not think about what you might like and got the selection wrong. Sarah would not let me back in again until I got the right selection."

"So now you know what to get in future?" Diane said, watching for Ben to complain, which he was wise enough not to do.

"Okay," let's have our cakes with another coffee, and we can discuss the conditions of occupancy for you!"

Ben thought she was obviously confident about him and had no doubts that he would take the offer.

He did not know but she had used the time he had been gone to call a friend in the local Court House and see what details she could find out about him. The story about his wife was true, but there was nothing else on record. The court official did say that there were a couple of misdemeanours on file for a "Simon Steele" who had resided at the same address. Diane filed the information for future; 'you never know when something might come in useful'.

Ben had decided he would accept her offer, as it could not be any worse than his current situation, and there were definite benefits to being here with 6 women, even if things did not seem like a 'normal' arrangement. He did need to know about the conditions though! The offer was very odd..........!

Diane took a bite from her cake and watched as Ben took a bite from his. He was struggling now with so much food, but he could sense she would not accept him failing the task.

They discussed the conditions which were less than standard, containing details of how Ben was to dress, the fact that he was to take every Friday off - no arguments, how he would interact with the staff at NON-Design, the fact he had to buy cakes for everyone each Wednesday, and last, but certainly not least, he would accept any punishment given for infractions.

The last one was the worrying one, but Ben reasoned that this would probably be a scolding if he did not wash the cups up properly, or something similar. He could cope with that, in return for the benefits.

Oh, and he would do her accountancy work for free, of course!

"So, are we in agreement?" Diane asked, presenting Ben with a set of documents which consisted of everything they had discussed. Sign the bottom of page 1 and page 6, initial all the other pages, and put the date at the top of every page."

Ben took the paperwork, glanced through it, and signed and dated it as required.

"OK, you can bring over any desks, computers etc that you have and set them up in the rooms at the back of the building. There is one room back there which will be locked, and remain locked, at all times. I assume there will just be you and your sons working here?"

Ben confirmed that was all the staff he had, and they would start to bring their stuff over the next day. He stepped across in front of Diane, and said, "Thank You" and offered his hand to shake on the agreement.

Diane kissed him on the cheek, totally surprising him, and pulled him in for a hug. He could feel her big, firm breasts crushed against his chest, well, almost crushing against his neck, she was so much taller than he was.

She knew how to keep people on their toes....!

He made his way out of the building and took out his mobile phone, calling his sons who were both delighted they would have a workspace again, and were even more delighted when he said the other company sharing the building was only staffed by women.

Meanwhile, in Diane's office, she was talking to her daughters. She showed them the contact Ben had signed, pointing out the important bits. Some of the conditions had seemed odd to Ben, and he had no idea how much different from his understanding they would be.

Do we start with the conditioning tomorrow? "Blon asked her mom." I am looking forward to this so much. Did he say much about his sons?"

"Not much, but I am sure you will be able to deal with them. He is short and no physical Adonis, so I doubt they are much different. We can always change the plans if they seem like a problem. Remember the plan and keep to it!"

They all grinned and then returned to their work. Diane had a few things to find out about Ben and settled down to use her contacts to get any juicy details.