Managing Risk - Allen's Story

** This story is a part of my Dealing Floor Risk series. If you want them in order, start with "Analysing Risk Like a Good Trader", then "Managing Risk - From a Sales View", this one, and then "Managing Risk - Research View". The "It's Not Cheating If We Just Look" series is set on the same floor.

The storyline contains cheating. As is almost always the way in my fantasy world, no consequences occur for the cheating -- well, not any consequences that the characters don't likely want in some way!

Please do search for other stories on Literotica if that is not for you, but if it is for you, then please stay. You're most welcome. Enjoy my world!

Constructive Feedback is always welcome. **

"I can't believe I got in and I'm finally here on the floor!" Sammy-Jo said as she sat opposite her old uni friend on her first day at Stratton. Her ex-roommate from university, Angie, was a year older than her and had joined Stratton in the previous year's graduate intake. Both were in research and had a similar look: blonde hair, blue eyes and a shapely figure. In today's world that didn't matter -- in theory anyway.

Angie said, "We should celebrate! Research is a great team too. You'll like it here, Sammy."

Sammy said, "I hope so. That Dominic is a bit of a letch though. I remember my interview. He spent about 90% of the time looking at my cleavage!"

Angie looked at her with a serious look. "Sammy, things are a bit looser here than they said at uni. If you want to do well, you have to learn to roll with it."

She continued, "You met Janet Swindon, the MD, right? Story is she had been in sales at Stratton for a year when she went into Ashley's office and asked what she had to do to get promoted to Vice President. He looked her in the eye and said, 'Dinner Thursday night and breakfast Friday morning.' Now I'm not saying I know exactly what happened, but a month later she was Stratton's youngest Vice President."

Sammy was shocked. "But that was years ago, right? It doesn't still go on. Does it?"

Angie bit her lip. "Okay, now you cannot tell anyone this. I was failing probation last year. Shit technical skills, apparently. I asked Dominic out for a drink to get his advice. He wanted to fuck me in return for signing off my probation. I bargained it down to a blowjob as I won't cheat on Keith. I had to swallow but he signed off and gave me a good ranking on my annual review."

The next three months of training were uneventful. Her boyfriend Darren was super proud of her, even though most nights she came home late and crashed out fast asleep.

When the program finished, she got called into Allen Smith's office. Allen had been Head of Research at Stratton for fifteen years.

"Sammy, I have followed your progress with interest. I see that you could be great for research marketing. I want you in front of customers, not behind a screen. I will mentor you so that you can be the best you can be. We will meet every evening from 7pm to 8pm starting tomorrow."

Sammy was super excited at the opportunity. Their first session went by quickly as he demonstrated how to emphasise things and draw customers' attention, as well as how to look empathetic when they asked stupid questions.

For the second session, Allen explained that the customer would sometimes do things that she might find distracting. She needed to learn to ignore those things. He gave her that week's global macro research and said, "Present to me and don't get distracted, okay?"

She was halfway through it when he made eye contact, picked his nose and wiped it on the research report. Her lip curled in disgust. Allen said, "Okay, stop. That was disgusting and disrespectful. I know. It was meant to be. You need to be able to ignore these things though. I once presented to a client who fell asleep during my presentation and I never said a word to him about it. The customer is always, and I mean always, right. Okay?"

She nodded and he gestured at her to continue. He asked easy questions about the report and while she answered, he pushed his hand down his trousers and adjusted himself. She paused mid-sentence, then said, "Fuck. I paused. Go again?"

He nodded and she continued, ignoring him when he did it again. He moved on to eye contact and how much was too much with the client and how to gauge it. She went home happy that she was being mentored by someone so senior. Darren laughed when she told him, "My boss Allen is so boring that a client even fell asleep in a meeting with him!"

She bounced into his office the next night, ready for more. They used the same research report and she presented it again. This time, he walked around the desk, went up to her and pulled her hair behind one ear. She paused, looked at him, then smiled. "Okay, I get I was meant to ignore that, but in today's world, no one just goes up and touches someone, do they?"

Allen went and sat down opposite. He looked angry. "Look. We all do the diversity training and they tell us what is not allowed. In practice, that gets stretched a lot. We get paid a lot of money here and that means we put up with more. Some clients are 'handsy' but Stratton earns a lot of money from them so we ignore it. What I am saying is, you are not at university anymore. This is the real world. Anyway, I think that is enough for tonight."

He had ended their session thirty minutes early. She went home worried that she had annoyed him and vowed to do better. She and Angie chatted about it the next morning and they worked out how she would handle things to her advantage in future.

They went ahead the next night with nothing said about the previous meeting. He handed her an old piece on Townbank's equity sale and asked her to present. She ignored him when he put his hands down his trousers and carried on even when he left his hand there. When she started answering his question on future earnings, he walked behind her and rubbed her shoulders and she didn't miss a beat, just smiled internally to herself. She knew what she needed to do.

He sat back down and said, "You are getting a lot better at this and I can see your confidence growing too. You are doing very well, Sammy! I will see you tomorrow. Why don't you prepare a presentation this time and then present it. I would like to see your work. This one can be on diversity in the workplace."

She spent most of the next day on her PowerPoint about diversity. It parroted all the usual platitudes and said nothing about the stretching of boundaries that Allen referred to. She printed it out and had it bound to look like a customer presentation.

At 7pm she put it down on his desk and sat opposite him. He listened intently for the first ten minutes, then went and stood behind her, saying nothing. She continued as if he was in front of her. After a couple of minutes, he leaned down and put his mouth almost touching her ear and quietly whispered, "Can you run me through the rules on pregnant women, please, Sammy?"

He let his lip touch her ear as he pulled back and she paused, then said, "Fuck. I paused again. Let's keep going, okay?"

Allen leaned down and said, "Okay," with his lips again almost touching her ear. He stayed behind her.

As she spoke about acceptable words, he leaned over her and undid three buttons on her blouse. She smiled and carried on about how to decide if a word was appropriate in the office. Getting no response, he put his hand inside her blouse and squeezed her boob. She pulled his hand away and said, "No way a customer would try that, surely?"

Allen's anger was back. "Only a very high-fee-paying customer would try it, but your action now would have cost Stratton the account. Do you understand how important this training is? If it's too much, you can go back to preparing research."

Sammy apologised and asked to continue. When she spoke about the importance of personal space, his hand went back and this time he put his hand inside her blouse and started tweaking her nipple. She ignored him smoothly as she spoke of the minimum of one-metre space that should be observed. After a minute he removed his hand and went back to his desk. "You are doing great, Sammy. I am afraid I need to leave for a dinner. We can continue tomorrow." Sammy nodded and smiled as she noticed the tent in his trousers.

The next night, he handed her a piece on Latin American debt and asked her to present it. She wasn't familiar with the material so was looking down a lot while talking. She got halfway through the presentation when he walked behind her. She carried on, ignoring him. Something touched her ear and she ignored it. Her ear felt wet afterwards and she touched it with her hand but didn't break her stride. She looked up and realised that Allen was rubbing a rather large cock on her ear as she spoke and she paused. "Sorry, Allen. I know I shouldn't have paused but, well, your dick is the biggest one I have ever seen!"

He laughed and said, "Well, giving a compliment is always a good way to cover a mistake. Continue presenting."

She carried on as he stood next to her, with his erect cock in her peripheral vision. She said, "So in summary, the crisis is going to mmph ooph mmph!" He was now rubbing his cock hard across her lips. She gave it a few quick licks as he pressed it on her mouth, then pulled back slightly. He pushed his cock just inside her mouth and she sucked him, bobbing her head back and forwards. He didn't warn her when he flooded her mouth with his cum. She swallowed most of it but some spilled on her blouse. He pulled back and she said, "So in summary, the crisis was avoidable but the actors pushed things too far." She saw he had tucked his cock back in his trousers.

"You did well tonight, Sammy. I will get a projector and screen in here for tomorrow night. You can present the new research monthly to me."

She walked in after reading through the report several times. Allen handed her the remote so she could flick through the pages as she spoke. He listened intently for fifteen minutes with the occasional question thrown in. She was confident and quick to respond and he nodded encouragingly as she answered the questions. After she carried on presenting, he stood and walked behind her. He unzipped the back of her dress and it fell forwards onto her arms. She wasn't wearing a bra and he slipped his hands around her waist, fondling her boobs. She didn't miss a beat and he quietly said, "Very good," then started to kiss her neck. He could hear her breathing catch as he pulled at her now very hard nipples and he took the remote from her hand. Her dress pooled on the floor, revealing her thong.

Despite all that had occurred, she wasn't expecting him to put his hand inside her thong and she jumped. She immediately apologised, "Sorry. I'll get better at suppressing those reactions. Let's continue. The US deficit is expanding..." His middle finger slid smoothly into her pussy. She was actually quite wet and, after a short while, he pulled his finger out of her pussy then licked his finger as she spoke about the deficit.

He turned her around and pushed her to her knees, rubbing his cock on her mouth until she took him inside her mouth once again. After a few bobs back and forth, Allen said, "You can keep presenting now," and pulled her to her feet, facing away from him. He dragged her thong down her legs and she stepped out of it. She looked back at him with a half-worried, half turned-on look and he said, "It's all okay. Keep presenting, please."

When she spoke about falling employment, he gently pushed her forwards over her desk. She didn't pause or hitch, just carried on with the numbers, adding, "Well, I guess I couldn't stay a virgin forever," as his cock slid slowly into her pussy. She could feel her body stretching to accommodate him.

Allen started to thrust and said, "Keep presenting this to me, Sammy," as he reached around her to grab and pull at her nipples.

She was too turned on to focus on the presentation and moaned as he kept thrusting, "Oh fuck that feels so good. You are really stretching my little pussy, boss! Your cock feels so good bare in me. Don't cum in me!" As she said it, she felt the warmth deep inside her as he came. He pulled out of her, pointed to his cock and said, "Be a good girl and suck me clean now."

She bristled at being called a good "girl" but did it anyway.

As she dressed, he said, "On the pill, right?"

She looked at him. "I was a virgin, Allen. Why would I be on the pill? I told you to fucking pull out" and she walked out, leaving him with a worried look.

The next morning, she met up with Claire and showed her the footage she had got on her mobile. "So Claire, assuming that is enough to get him out, I get the salary rise and promotion, right?"

Claire watched it, then said, "I will talk to Ross. This should do it. By the way do you need to pop out to go get Plan B?"

Sammy laughed. "No. That was just for effect. I'm on the pill and have been fucking my boyfriend, Darren for years. I figured it would get the old cunt to come quicker if he thought he took my virginity and came in me unprotected. Guess I better make sure Darren never sees that video!"

The news spread the next day. The board had done a deal with Allen and he had gone. Now all Claire needed to do was to beat Dominic for the top role.