Free Emily's Dilemma by Gabriella Como

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company in every direction they wished. They had another fight on
their hands. Mitch, Jr., indeed, wanted the job.
     
    Mitch, Jr. was in full-blown campaign mode
for the CEO position. He courted the other board members
feverishly. He had power lunches with institutional investors who
held large chunks of the company stock. These large investors
favored his dad, and thought his son was cut from the same cloth.
They liked where Mitch, Sr. took the company, so naturally Mitch,
Jr. would do the same. His efforts were paying off, but he wasn't
sure he had enough votes on the board to make it. It was very
close, he realized. He needed to pull out all the stops and do
something dramatic. He did all the appropriate things so far that
one would do. But he needed to close the deal once and for all. It
was time to get dirty again, and that was something he was always
qualified for. The board was getting impatient with itself, having
interviewed and courted many worthy people from outside the
company. Factions developed over some of the candidates, and
whether hiring from the outside was better than from the inside. A
few were leaning towards Mitch, Jr., thinking he would run the
company in the successful manner his father did. Plus, they liked
the story that would be told through the PR engines. "Success is in
the genes" and "Continuity of success" were the headlines they
imagined.
     
    Mitch, Jr. was at his large house in a tony
suburb, in his dark theater room, once again watching the secret
recording of he and Emily in his hotel room. He had replayed this
recording over and over again, often with his unusually-shaped
penis in his hands. He wished he had recorded the second sex scene
in his bathroom, where he bent Emily over and plunged his member
into her from behind. He wished to see his semen run down her
beautiful legs and puddle on the tile floor once again. The thought
made him hard whenever he thought about it. But at least he had the
best part of his blackmail sex: when he spewed his load over her
beautiful face. He watched it time and time again. He relished the
long ropes of semen making patterns over her head, hair, face, and
breasts. He delighted in the part when he plunged his
mushroom-capped head into her mouth, causing her to choke on the
remaining pumps he had left in him, and the waterfall of his
emission cascading down from her mouth. He would never have sex
like that again, he realized. The thought made him sad. Blackmail
sex was the best sex he ever had. He had an idea.
     
    Emily was in the city in which Millennium
Pharma resides, interviewing candidates and reviewing resumes,
talking with executive recruiters, and otherwise doing the work
that board members do during an executive search. Robert was out of
town, in another city on the east coast, interviewing candidates
there. Mitch, Jr. found his opportunity, and called Emily.
     
    "Emily, I'd like to invite you to dinner so
we can discuss the CEO spot. I know you have big issues with me. I
know I'm the last person you'd like to see in the position. But I
would like to lay out a plan–a vision–on where I would take the
company. I think I owe you that, and you owe the company enough to
listen. Tonight, 6:30, I'll have a driver pick you up from your
hotel. I'll have a presentation ready to show you," he said.
     
    "Mitch, I don't like you. Let's be clear
about that. I think you're an immoral, blackmailing weasel. No
matter how much you know about the pharma business and how
effective you are in it, I don't like your moral compass. I don't
think you have one. And I would be doing a disservice to Millennium
and its shareholders if I thought otherwise," Emily replied
tersely.
     
    Junior wasn't swayed. "Emily, we've had our
problems, for sure. But this is about who's the most capable for
the spot. I think I am more than qualified. I just want you to do
your due diligence as a board member. Try to separate yourself from
our past. At least you can tell the other