Chapter Two: Pant-E-Hose.
My mother Bethany Griffith was CEO and sole owner of a small but profitable advertising agency called Womankind. My father's business interests were immense, varied and complicated but Bethany held onto her little boutique business as a matter of pride and a source of self-determination.
That said, she was ruthless. Womankind employed only female staff and specialised in feminine-only products. Bethany was CEO and Head of Marketing, Public Relations, Advertising and Creative. Her Personal Assistant, Bonny Driver, oversaw Support and Account Services and mother also had a team of three Account Executives to manage the individual accounts.
She rented the entire fourth floor of an office suite in Soho and the three 'Executives' each had a small private office whilst her own office sprawled across most of the remaining floorspace. Bonny Driver sat at a huge desk outside of the double oak doors leading into Bethany's office; guarding it like a Rottweiler.
The interior was open plan and roughly divided into Bethany's work area with a large desk, layout table and stand-up workstation, a conference area with a table and six chairs. The largest area was set aside for entertaining clients with a comfortable white leather lounge and matching chairs, and a large coffee table. There was a small wet bar, a kitchenette and an ensuite bathroom with a small walk-in-robe. The rugs on the carpeted floors were expensive, as was the artwork that decorated the walls. Two large flat-screen TVs were mounted on the walls, one in each of the conference and entertaining areas.
The conference area had a videoconference setup that was quite evident to clients and prospective customers, but unbeknownst to anyone but Bethany and Bonny the office had a series of cameras and microphones installed that enabled Bethany to secretly record video and audio throughout her office. She would often invite prospective clients to use her office to discuss business or consider her proposals 'in private' whilst secretly recording them. She also liked to review video of her clients' reactions to her ad campaigns and business proposals.
All this was unbeknownst to anyone but Bethany and Bonny. Except for me of course.
One of the many undergraduate classes I had attended after I finished my A-Levels was applied computer science and I was quite a geek. It had taken me hardly any time at all to infiltrate Womankind's computer nexus and access the supposedly secret, restricted access, audio-visual network.
I sat at my computer alternating between the cameras in my mother's office ensuring that I had complete control of them using an app I had developed and installed on my iphone. I zoomed a camera in on a closeup of my mother's buxom buttocks and nylon-sheathed thighs as she stood at her workstation. I began to thicken and was tempted to whip out a pair of mother's discarded pantyhose from my desk drawer and wrap them around my cock but I had more important things to do.
Besides...if my plan worked I would soon be having a lot more fun with mother than just whacking off into her discarded lingerie.
The lift stopped at the fourth floor and opened onto the foyer of Womankind where Bonny Driver sat at her desk, the door to my mother's office behind her was closed. The three Advertising Executive offices were off to my right and I could hear muffled but expansive phone conversations as mother's staff worked hard, just as she demanded.
Bonny gave me a look of distain usually reserved by my mother for me, but Bonny was well aware of my mother's antipathy and derision of me and she followed suit.
Bonny was stunning, a match for my mother in both looks and elegance. They could almost be twins. At forty-two Bonny kept her figure through a regimen of diet and exercise; she was not skinny, rather she had a classic hourglass figure. Her legs were long and shapely and her full breasts remained pert; her body had not been affected by childbirth.
Bonny's hairstyle was a jet-black shoulder-length bob with a single blue cobalt highlight, her makeup was severe, with black eyeliner, blue and mauve eyeshadow, heavy black mascara, rouged cheeks and bright-red lipstick. Her appearance was almost Goth-like but tempered by a polished dress sense.
She wore a tight-fitting pinstriped power suit, the hem of her skirt resting well above her knees. Her long, shapely legs were sheathed in sheer grey hosiery; her feet were shod in red, patent leather Christian Louboutin high heels.
Bonny was sexy and sophisticated.
Bonny was also a lesbian; a militant lipstick-lesbian who had an equally militant butch-lesbian girlfriend the size of a refrigerator and with a temper to match her flaming short red hair.
"Hello Bonny," I gave her my best smile.
"What do you want Nathan? You don't have an appointment and Bethany is far too busy to see you today," her mouth turned down at me.
I kept walking towards the sacrosanct oak doors and Bonny leapt to her feet and put herself between my mother's inner sanctum and me.
I had used the remote camera app and knew that mother was alone in her office and I was determined that I was going to see her. She didn't know it but we had important urgent business.
"Is your bull-dyke girlfriend still giving it to you with a strap-on; or is it true that she's actually grown a penis?" I taunted Bonny, looking for a rise.
"Even without a strap-on I bet she's got a bigger prong than you," Bonny teased in return.
"Ok enough with the playful banter Bonny. Let me in to see Bethany; she doesn't know I'm coming but I'm sure she will see me," I replied.
Much to Bonny's surprise that was the case; my mother told Bonny to let me in.
I walked into mother's cavernous office and closed and locked the door behind me. Me locking the door was not lost on her.
She wore her usual work attire, a navy-blue power-suit with short skirt, her white satin blouse was fully displayed, her suit jacket hung off the back of her office chair. She was standing at her workstation and I had an uninterrupted view of her body. Her full breasts thrust out from her chest, straining the fabric of her blouse, her long legs were clad in ultra-sheer flesh-toned hosiery, her feet shod in black high-heels.
Mother's hair and makeup were perfect as usual and I felt myself becoming erect in anticipation.
"What the fuck do you want?" she looked at me like dogshit on her shoe.
I walked casually up to workstation whilst manipulating my iphone.
"What I want for you is to transfer five thousand pounds to this account number," I tossed my phone on her desk.
Bethany's mouth turned down.
"I knew it would be about the money," she sighed.
"Oh come on mother; you enjoyed our little soiree in the coffeehouse as much as I did," I reached out and squeezed a buttock.
Mother snatched my hand away.
"What you made me do was disgusting!" she hissed.
"Just transfer the money and daddy won't need to know about you and uncle Roger," I chuckled.
Bethany bought up the webpage for her private bank account on the screen and transferred the funds. As soon as I saw her execute the transfer I snatched up my phone and used my banking app to transfer the money immediately into another account. I didn't want my mother to know where I kept my money.
"So is that it now Nathan? Have you finished blackmailing your mother?" she said scornfully.
I ignored her; my attention was taken by a package on her desk. The slim rectangular package contained hosiery. There was a picture on the front of the packet of a woman smoothing out the product along her shapely legs.
"Pant-E-Hose," I read the writing on the packaging.
A prototype for a large advertising poster was arranged on the layout table.
