Tina Carson Ch. 11

Apologies - I know it's been a while, but hey - life constantly gets in the way.

Two more chapters to go after this one. They are completely written, just need editing.

Then there's a couple of stories about young Tina, which are also written, one almost ready for submission.

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Following Jim Carson's revelation that he wanted another baby, his wife Tina vowed there and then that she would do everything she could to prevent any chance of being seduced again.

Her social life was nowhere near as intrusive as it had once been, after all she was already a young mum with baby Sophia to look after but she skilfully avoided the frequent requests to go out with the girls from work. On the odd occasion she did, she refrained from drinking and made sure that when they left, she went with them. Either that or she got Jim to pick her up. She easily fended off any unwelcome attention, which as usual always seemed to be from the more mature men.

Time passed and she and Jim had sex on a regular basis. It was always tender, loving sex. Jim was very good at that. Tina loved Jim very much in spite of her serial infidelity. She'd rationalised it was not really her fault. It was more that these events just happened and were out of her control but every now and again she wished Jim could try different positions and be more forceful and give her a really good fucking.

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Life at work was pretty good for Tina. She was one of the youngest department managers at Bromptons, a position she richly deserved due to her hard work and attention to detail. Sales in her department were usually the highest within the store and a long career with Bromptons, if that was what she wanted, was assured.

This of course conflicted with Jim's desire to increase their family. Already blessed with Sophia, Tina had managed to balance her mothering instincts with her need to return to work as soon as possible to resume her career. Her mother had made it easy. She had almost insisted that she would look after her granddaughter, which was a situation she was clearly revelling in. However, Tina wasn't so sure how her mum would cope with a second grandchild to look after.

Then came the day that set in motion an unhappy chain of events, which would turn her working world upside down and change everything.

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Bromptons had started it's existence as an old traditional family business. Over the decades it had been passed down from generation to generation until the demands of the burgeoning business became too much for one man to control.

A company had been set up and a board of directors appointed with a chairman and financial controller to help run the business and to raise capital on the money markets to fund the growing needs of the stores. They issued shares and paid dividends to shareholders every year as well as ploughing money back in to improve their premises.

Gordon Brompton was the present CEO and Chairman of the company and the last in the long line of Bromptons to work at the company. He had no heirs. He was like a father figure to Tina, helping her enormously over the years and she considered him a good friend as well as her boss and mentor.

As was usual, Tina arrived for work at 8am, Sophia already deposited safely into the loving arms of her grandmother. The store opened at 8.30am but Tina always liked to be there early to make sure everything was in place before the doors swung open to admit their customers.

But at 9am the doors to the store remained locked. Tina was surprised at this unusual occurrence and even more surprised when she was summonsed to the boardroom. This was even more unusual and on arrival she realised that every department head was there along with what seemed to be the entire board of directors.

Feeling a general sense of unease she turned to the person standing next to her.

"Do you know what's going on?" she whispered.

"No, I've no idea," was the reply, "but it's got to be something big."

A hush fell over the assembled staff as one of the directors strode into the room. Tina felt a tightening in her stomach as a feeling of foreboding swept through her.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your prompt attendance. For those of you who do not know me, my name is Trevor Howard and I am a senior director of the company. Today, unfortunately I am also the bearer of incredibly sad news." He paused as he let his gaze wander over the assembled group of staff. He took a deep breath, clearly struggling to control his emotions and resumed.

"Last night, at around eight o'clock, Gordon Brompton suffered a heart attack. He was at home at the time along with his wife. It was sudden and there was no warning. The paramedics arrived quickly and he was rushed into hospital. Sadly, despite the best efforts of the medical team there, he passed away shortly afterwards."

He was interrupted by gasps of shock as the terrible news filtered through.

"Obviously our thoughts are with his wife at this dreadful time," he continued. "We have lost a brilliant businessman, a man who was well respected by his competitors as well as his employees but most of all; a dear friend to many.

From a business point of view, nothing will change. In due course the board will meet and elect a new CEO and Chairman, but until then it will be business as usual, which is just the way Gordon would have wanted it.

The board and I have already met and have decided it is only fitting that a Memorial Service to celebrate Gordon's life should be arranged. Department managers will be notified as soon as possible regarding the details. The store will be closed on that day as a mark of respect for Gordon and to give all staff the opportunity to pay their respects.

Furthermore, and the board have also discussed this, we feel that it will be appropriate to give all members of staff access to a grief counsellor if required. Details of this will be forthcoming shortly.

It goes without saying that this has come as a huge shock and we will all miss Gordon terribly and we quite understand if some of you feel the need to take some time out.

Myself and members of the board will be here all day if any of you need to talk things through. Thank you ladies and gentlemen for your attendance." He finished and turning, walked out of the boardroom.

For a second or two, nobody moved, they stood in stunned silence, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Eventually one or two started to drift away. Tina was one of the last to leave, silently sobbing into a tissue.

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Over the course of the next few weeks, the Memorial Service came and went. It was a moving occasion and the church was packed to the rafters. Afterwards the store laid on food and drinks and every single member of staff was there until they were asked to leave by the venue.

Business carried on as normal, there was no difference to the working environment, all departments ran as smoothly as before.

Then the rumours began.

The board hadn't yet appointed a new CEO or chairman.

The whole business was for sale.

There were to be wholesale job losses.

Individual stores were closing.

All the stores were closing.

They were the subject of a hostile takeover.

The board became concerned about these rumours and took the unprecedented step of issuing a bulletin refuting them.

But the rumour regarding a hostile takeover wouldn't go away. It grew in strength when the local media printed an article, which was then followed up by the local TV station. And as it gained in strength, the names of possible companies who could launch such a takeover began to be bandied about.

Tina was in the staff canteen on one such occasion and although not party to the discussion was sat close enough to hear every word.

"I've heard that this takeover thing could happen," remarked one of the group discussing it.

"Yeah, so have I," said another, nodding in agreement.

"No, I don't think so," said one dissenting voice, "who would want to take us over, I can't see anyone who would be big enough or who would benefit from it."

"Well I think there is," said the first voice. "For a start there's MegaWorld. I know they're brash but I reckon they would see us as a way to go a bit more upmarket and expand their range of products as well as getting some prime locations. Then there's possibly Richard Easthams. I'm sure they would be interested because all their stores are in secondary shopping areas. And then of course there's Wellmans."

Tina jolted in her seat when she heard the name of Wellmans mentioned.

"Sorry, did you say Wellmans?" she interrupted, leaning over towards the adjacent table, "why would they want to take us over? What benefit would we be to them?"

"Who knows, maybe they want to close us down after taking us over. After all, we are their biggest competitor."

Tina turned away and her thoughts drifted back to Gordon Brompton's words regarding Klaus Winklemann, the CEO and Chairman of Wellmans. Shortly after being promoted to department manager Tina had attended a European Trade Show with Bromptons and it was here she had met him. It was clear Gordon didn't like him and had called him ruthless.

Tina also didn't like him. He was cold and cunning and had evil hypnotic eyes. The first night she'd met Klaus he'd told her that he was going to fuck her and she now realised that his planning of her ultimate seduction had been meticulous. Engineering a distraction for her husband gave him the opportunity to lure her away to an unused hotel room. It was there he had fucked her senseless, a feat he repeated in a storage room on the morning of their departure from the hotel. She could feel her face turning red as she thought back to that time.

Try as she had, she just couldn't resist Klaus. He had some sort of mesmeric hold over her that she couldn't understand. Every time he looked at her, she felt compelled to do his bidding and unfortunately it only involved sex. She shuddered inwardly at the memory of his bizarre banana shaped 8" cock and how he had hammered into her G-spot time and time again bringing her to orgasm after orgasm until she had begged him to stop. She felt her face burning as a hot flush coursed through her body and was horrified when she felt a wetness between her legs. Even now he could still arouse her.

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The weeks passed, the rumours died away and business carried on as normal. At home, Tina and Jim kept up their attempts to make a second baby without success.

Then came the second fateful day. If Gordon Brompton's death had caused Tina's world to crumble, what was about to happen would possibly make it collapse altogether.

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Again all department head were summoned to the boardroom where it was announced that Bromptons had been taken over.

Questions were fired at the acting chairman as the room erupted. He did his best to answer them. Tina stood with a dreadful feeling starting to gnaw away at her insides.

Her worst fears were confirmed minutes later when the name of the company responsible was named.

So there it was, Wellmans were the new owners of Bromptons.

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Bernhard Winklemann stood in the boardroom of Bromptons looking very pleased with himself, a broad grin on his handsome tanned face.

His father, Klaus Winklemann had guaranteed him the position of CEO and Chairman of Bromptons as soon as the takeover was completed and he'd just been notified that it had now been finalised.

As he stood surveying the empty room, where he was about to take his first board meeting, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the window.

He was tall, about 6'2", with a broad physique, square jawed with a mass of thick blond hair. He was dressed immaculately in a very expensive Italian designer suit.

He turned as the members of the board entered and took their seats.

The meeting was over in less than an hour and as the board rose from their chairs to leave, Bernhard made one last request.

"I don't care what they're doing but I want to see all department heads here in the next fifteen minutes," he said. Although Germanic in heritage, being schooled for most of his boyhood in England meant his English was perfect.

Fifteen minutes later the department heads were sitting round the boardroom table.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen," he started, "my name is Bernhard Winklemann."

Tina's stomach lurched slightly. He's a Winklemann? He doesn't look anything like Klaus she thought. Thank goodness.

"I would be most grateful if we could go round the table and you give me your names and the department you are responsible for. We will start here please," he indicated to the person on his left.

The last person to speak was Tina.

"Tina Carson, sales department manager for..."

"Yes, that's fine," interrupted Bernhard. "My colleague here has a few words to say to you all, if you would be so kind."

As his assistant outlined what the takeover would mean to the different departments, Bernhard took the opportunity to look Tina over.

His father had told him about all the department managers as part of his initial briefing. He had dossiers on all of them and had mentioned that three or four of the women at Brompton's were most desirable. One of the names mentioned was Tina's.

Bernhard knew his father. If he found a woman desirable then it was a certainty that he would seduce that woman. So he knew without a doubt that his father would want to fuck all the woman on that list. The only thing he didn't know was that his father had already met Tina at the trade show and succeeded.

Oblivious to that fact he continued his appraisal of her. For the life of him he couldn't see why his father thought her desirable. Certainly, she was an attractive blonde but other than that she didn't seem to have an awful lot going for her.

What Bernhard didn't realise was that today, Tina had been helping with taking down and reconstructing a major display unit. She was therefore dressed in an extremely baggy pair of overalls which completely hid her considerable charms.

The meeting progressed quickly and ten minutes later Bernhard called it closed. But before everyone left the room he dropped his last bombshell.

"Unfortunately, we have decided cuts will have to be made. We have looked at the business plan and we feel there are too many department managers for the size of this store. We need to streamline.

With this in mind we will be interviewing each and every one of you individually to evaluate whether you should be kept on. I can assure you that there will be cutbacks and some of you will lose your jobs.

You will be notified of the time and place in due course but I can tell you that these interviews will be outside of our normal working hours. The venue will be a top rated restaurant and we will pay for your meal and drinks."

He looked around the table. "Is everyone clear about this ... good. Thank you for your time."

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Tina was the last department head to have her interview. As these had been spread over the past few days she had already spoken to some of the others trying to gauge what Bernhard was after.

The problem was nobody seemed too keen to give much away. She did find out that the evening had been very pleasant though. Bernhard had selected a prestigious venue where the food was excellent so dressing up was a must. One manager was already bemoaning the fact he had gone dressed too casually and was sure his chances of retaining his position had already been blown. And it was he that gave away the most information. He found it strange that Bernhard had not really asked him much about his role within Bromptons, he seemed far more interested in his outside pursuits and interests.

On the evening of her interview Tina stood in front of her wardrobe staring at the clothes hanging from the rail. All she had on so far were a black lace bra and a matching thong.

She riffled through her outfits, pulling some out before stuffing them back in, dismissing them as either too revealing or too staid. She was looking for that perfect outfit. The one that said, I am a professional business woman.

"Here we go," she muttered to herself, finding the one!

She held it out in front of her, biting her lower lip in concentration as she perused the dress.

It was of course black and reeked of understated elegance.

"Perfect," she exclaimed as she stepped into it. It showed just a touch of cleavage, enough to hint at something hidden that was more alluring. Lengthwise it came to her knee.

Finding a pair of 4" heel shoes she slipped them on before turning to face the mirror once more.

She smoothed the dress down over her hips and across her stomach. She was pleased she had managed to lose most of her baby weight gain. She pivoted on her heels to look at her ass cheeks and gave a grunt of satisfaction. Adjusting her 38DD breasts inside her bra was her final bit of preparation.

"What do you think?" she asked as Jim walked into the bedroom. He had just put Sophia to bed.

"Very nice, you look great, are you ready to go?" he asked. "I think the taxi just turned up."

"Yes let's get this over with," Tina exhaled and followed him downstairs.

Outside the front door Jim leaned over to give Tina a kiss. She turned her cheek.

"Don't want you to smudge my lipstick," she explained seeing his hurt look. "Right, I'll see you later. I should be home no later than 10.30pm, yeah?"

Fifteen minutes later the taxi arrived at the restaurant. Inside Bernhard was seated at the bar and as Tina entered he rose to greet her.

"Wow," he breathed to himself as he watched her hips swaying as she walked towards him. And even though her dress was not low cut he could still see a discernible jiggle of her breasts above the top of it with each step she took.

Now; now he could see what his father had seen in her. She oozed sex appeal. Yes it was true that she wasn't beautiful but there was an earthy sexiness about her. Her legs were solid looking but had shape. Her arse, judging by her hips, was full and round and those breasts, those breasts were magnificent. Every inch of her screamed young MILF.

"Good evening Tina, glad you could make it. Can I get you a drink?"

"Hello Bernhard, erm ... yes I'll have a vodka and slim-line tonic water please," Tina asked, instantly forgetting about her no drink rule.

"Please, please take a seat," Bernhard said offering her the stool next to his.

Tina heaved herself up onto it and crossed her legs, which caused her dress to pull up and expose a large amount of her shapely thigh.

Bernhard couldn't help but look. He swallowed as he gazed down. He had always had a thing about legs and Tina's were just the sort he liked.

He chatted to Tina about work and Bromptons, explaining that he wanted to get the unpleasant business out of the way so it didn't spoil their meal. She wasn't quite sure what he gained from this as his interview technique was not exactly normal. He seemed very relaxed as he chatted about mundane things, mainly relating to him and not her.

After a couple more drinks, the waiter came over to tell them their table was ready and they left the bar to enter the restaurant.

Being the perfect gentleman, Bernhard let Tina walk in front of him, giving him the perfect view of her hip swaying and arse cheek movements. The dress seemed moulded to her body, which was divine he thought as they reached their table.

The food was exceptional, as was the wine that Bernhard poured into Tina's glass, ensuring it was always topped up. By now, she had completely forgotten about her sobriety vow.

Tina found herself enjoying Bernhard's company more than she thought she would and after they had finished their meal, when he asked her to dance she accepted without hesitation.