“This is great” he thought. “CEO goddammit! A CEO!!!” Now he could really shake his corporate tail feather, get a notch on his greasy pole bed-post. He’d lick this lame ass company into shape, then move on to bigger and better. He had plans, great! plans.

But although he talked all the old Gordon Gecko-style “Greed is good” cliches, he was a little nervous. He just had to impress. And he hoped that the “Value for money” measures he was drawing up–which included the laying off of 400 blue collar and 100 white collar staff–got passed. He would make out that he felt for these folks working in this company’s factories turning an honest dollar. But in reality he wanted to be a jet setter, a shooting star. But he did not want to burn up. At least he told himself that this is what he wanted. His dedication to his life plan didn’t stop him from curling up in his lonely bed some mornings–hugging the pillow and longing for someone to love him. Much more frequently than he would even admit to himself in parallel to his desire for true intimacy he was dreading what rows and challenges would perhaps jump up and bite for him during the day.

His Personal Assistant, Ms Krystal, was wonderful and a little matriarchal and even scared him sometimes. It was as if she had a radar in her head that sought out his insecurities. She organized his life from the start to the finish of every day. She would often TELL him to eat and that he sometimes looked a little worn.

Recently his stress levels hit the roof, e-mails were going missing, documents he requested did not arrive unless Ms Krystal got on the case. It was as if SHE and not he was the real one who was in control. And she looked the part of a woman who was in charge. She had flowing blonde hair, wore immaculate satin-silk clothing every day, and her lovely face often displayed a look that could both soothe and wither. Her voice was so calming and yet very commanding. Sometimes she spoke as soft as a lullaby, but often her words were like a laser-scoped machine gun wielded by the best trained and deadliest marksman to those who didn’t deliver. Her bosoms and legs were to die for. Always Ms. Krystal was wearing the same incandescent and compelling crystal pendant. For some reason she would often finger it. When she was taking a dictation of a letter from him He would sometimes lose the flow of his words. When his train of thoughts somehow got derailed, she just smiled knowingly and said,  “Now! now, take your time, sir. Just take your time and relaxxxxx”

One day Miss Johnson, one of his secretariat, walked in wearing a wonderful peach satin blouse. He was mesmerized by how wonderfully it rippled and it so soothingly reflected the light. He noticed Ms Krystal watching him in a studious way. He almost felt her cognitive processes working away as the blouse swept away with his desires in its owner’s unknowing wake.

The following day Ms Krystal turned up to work in a gold satin blouse, buttons open at the breast to reveal her customary crystal pendant. And her hypnotic legs were accentuated by a short, tight, black satin skirt. The swing and gentle swish of this attire attractively moving in time with the clicking of her high heels was like a mesmerizing, erotic wind of pleasure to come. Everything about Ms Krystal captivated him as she approached his desk and took his letters.

Later that day he received a call from the company Chair who wanted a PPT presentation. The CEO searched his computer for it but could not find it.

“I need it immediately. The shareholders want the fourth quartile projections NOW! You hear me, NOW! Now get to it!” the Chairperson demanded.

There was another hackneyed phrase running wild through and overrunning his thoughts mainly, “Those close to the top are also close to getting fired”. He was scared out of his wits. He had sent that document. He was certain he really had. That didn’t matter now. To those who mattered, he was failing. FAILING!! His breaths increased, his heart rate doubled. He felt that the room would close on him like the Sci Fi and mystery films of his youth where the walls closed in to crush their victims. Even the sky was pressing down on him. He felt trapped, paralyzed, suffocated……..

“Sir, sir! what is happening to you?”

suddenly Ms Krystal stood above him. She began rubbing his upper back in a circular pattern.

“Just breathe, sir. All you need to do is listen to me and breathe in and out slowly. Make the out breath lonnnnnnngerrrrrrr than the in breath. Five seconds in and ten seconds out. … Very good! Now this time ten seconds in and fifteen seconds out. … You have been experiencing anxiety, sir. The adrenaline levels in your body are massive. But you have nothing to fear. For remember Ms Kerrrrrrrystal is with you and I tend to your every need. Simply breathing innnnnn and ouuuuutttttt, innn and outttttttt. Relax, sir. Relaxxxxxxx.”

He felt his shoulders drop and his breathing calm down. He kept noticing Ms Krystals dreamy pendant as it bounced above her wonderful cleavage. Her words seemed to entwine with the movements of this mesmerizing jewel. Soon he was so relaxed that his eyes began to grow heavy.

“You see, Sir, you have experienced a panic attack. These sort of overwhelming episodes are simply caused by overloads of adrenaline. In your stressed! life, perhaps you ought to relaxxx more. Just relaxxxx.”

As she said this she rubbed his upper back and his breathing slowed.

“Thats right, sir, just continue to breathe slowly, making the out breath longer than the in breath. Now calmly breathe and also listen to me, sir. I am here to serve your every need. Breathe in counting One , two , three, four and out counting one, two , three four, five. In One two three four, out , One , Two , Three , Four , Five, Sixxxxxxx. Any number with an sssssssssss relaxes you more. In One Two , three, four, out One two , three, four , five , sixxxxxxxxxxx, sssssssssevennnn.”

He felt himself becoming irresistibly relaxed. He was all the time aware of Krystals pendant bobbing too and fro above his relaxed eyes as his PA stood next to him. He could take his eyes from it as she hovered possessively over him. His breathing was getting slower and he noticed how tired he felt–worn out even. He yawned contentedly as Krystals fascinating fingers began rising from his back and traveled to his neck.

As if reading his mind she said, “Panic attacks use up a lot of the bodies resources, so you must be feeling very tired. You know I have always believed in the benefit of short afternoon naps….. They call them power naps. Well, how about a little sleep, sir. Let me help you to have a little sleep. Just a harmless, restorative sleeeeep.”

” I don’t know ” he said. But she was insistent. She sensuously moved, nay she glided confidently into the space in front of him and sat on his desk. “Just relax and don’t worry, sir. Ours is a position of trust–complete trust. And of course you trust me to look after you. Don’t you, sir?”

“Oh yesss” he said. He noted the shoulders of her wonderful satin blouse as they reflected golden sunlight into his eyes. Those soft, feminine shoulders seemed to be rocking gently. He also still could not help but be drawn to the small crystal pendant hanging in the valley of his PA’s cleavage. It too seemed to rock back and forth, back and forth… It was as if everything around him and inside his awareness was surely smoothly and oh so certainly soothingly rocking him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, ….

“You have seen my pendant, sir. You know, if ever I feel like a power nap, I sometimes take it off and gently wave it back and forth in front of me. It catches the light wonderfully and seems to have a softly, soothingly relaxing life of soporific tranquility all of its own. Moving and swinging and rocking back and forth, sir. Calming you, soothing you, relaxing every muscle, preparing you for a beautiful nap, sir. Just a harmless, little afternoon sleep–just like the quieting down and gentle, deeper and deeper, ever deepening your relaxation sleeeeeeep! sir, that children need after a hard day’s play. You are sleepy now, sir. It’s perfectly alright and completely safe and totally soothing and relaxing you are feeling soooooo sleeeeeeepier, sleepy, sleeeeeeepy. My golden satin blouse feels so soft as it softly, softly captivates you, sirrrrrrr. My soothing fingers softly caressing your relaxing neck muscles do so too. You feel the edge of the sleeve of my silken blouse deftly tracing soothing yet strangely arousing traces on your neck. The zone of this pleasssure lifts your manhood, Sir. But first you must sleep, sleeeeeeep, sleeeeeeep. Feel me pulling you into my silken bosom, sir. Your sleeeeeeepy, little, restful head feeling so drowsier and drowsily drooping forward. Resssst! now. Thats right. Just sleeeeeep! sleeeeeep!! sleeeeep!!!”

His eyes snapped shut and his head fell forward. She gave one or two strokes of his relaxed neck and then said sharply,

“Look up!”

As he did so, she rocked her shoulders and waved the pendant.

“This is your wonderful and soothing, restful and relaxing you nap time. every day, when you see me wearing satin and I touch my pendant and say “NAPTIME”, you will come to me. When you look at me dressed in soft, soothing silk or satin and you see me feeling my pendant and you hear me say, “NAPTIME”, then you shall feel that you must and you will come and rest your head on my shoulder or breast and sleeep. Understood?”

“Yessssss” he replied.

“You must also, as you fall asleep feel amazingly sexually aroused by anything and everything you connect to me. Understood?…”

“Yessss”

“You are doing wonderfully. And you and I both know that each time you agree with any suggestion I make, you will feel and enjoy and desire to feel even more and more sensuously sensual, satisfyingly satisfying pleasures. You do agree with me?”

“Yes.”

“Very good, my pet, you have done so well. Now during your nap today, and whenever I suggest it, your manhood will become solid rock hard, visibly so, getting harder than the most precious diamond.  In fact, lets foreplay some fun and games for the eager little man is growing longer, larger, thicker, stronger, and more virile. It is time for a wild ride of a test run.”

The next day, at the same hour as his Krystal’s mesmerizing NAPTIME, there was a key shareholders meeting where he was to present his restructuring plans. He was to sit at the front with Krystal. No desks were present because openness was what his PA said was needed. And it felt so right to agree with every idea Krystal came up with. He sat next to her as people filed in. He noticed she was wearing a black satin blouse today. Her pendant dangled discretely and also invitingly before her bosom. She wore a long, blue cotton skirt with a slit at the side split to subtly reveal a black silk slip. Every time she moved either or both of her very pretty legs, the crisp shhhh sound was sooooooo appealing to his ears.

The room fell silent. The stern face of the English Chair of the Board faced them directly. He seemed to weigh up the new CEO like a starving predator deciding which part of it’s prey the beast will bite first.

“Ladies and gentleman , we will proceed” Said Krystal. “Our new CEO will now begin to outline his business proposals. My assistant was meant to come, but she had to go to her childs nursery. Trouble at NAPTIME I think…”

AS she said this she gently and unobtrusively waved her pendant so that it could be crystal clearly seen by the CEO.

“Oh! pardon me, sir” Krystal said.  Then she leaned right up against the CEO and whispered in his ear. “Thats it, NAPTIME! Wouldn’t we all like an afternoon power NAPTIME, sometimes? In fact, a previous CEO here had a special satin cushion that he used to snuggle into for an hour a day at NAPTIME, NAPTIME….”

As she repeated this the CEO’s eyes became sooooooo heavy. They were visibly fighting in vain in a loosing battle to remain open. His head seemed to loll everywhere and he needed to sleep. His PA’s pendant kept flashing behind his ever drowsier eyelids and even more vibrantly, vitally, and vividly in his masterfully mesmerized minds eye. He needed sleeeeeeep. Oh how he needed to nestle into soft satin and sleep.

The meeting collectively gasped as his head lolled onto his PAs shoulder and seemed to be nestling and looking for her bosom. There was a completely contented smile tantalizingly tinged with something somewhat more salacious on his face as he found Krystal’s captivating cleavage. His wildly passionate, yet psychologically weary body went limp courtesy of his subconscious self’s complete unconscious obedience to constantly compelling Krystal’s suggestive suggestions.

She looked at him secretly knowingly. The other women in the room stared at him with revulsion and at Krystal with an increasing inkling of envy and jealousy. All the other men dared not show how much they would have gladly given very much of what they’d worked their whole lives long to acquire to trade pleasurable places with him. The Chairman was able to hide his yearnings with the other emotion he legitimately felt. He was so livid at this arousing display of rampant unprofessionalism that he leapt to his feet and boomed at the top of his barrel-chested lungs.

“What have we done taking on this buffoon? The man’s fast asleep.”

She answered “I don’t think he has some sort of emotional or physical condition, sir. I’ve worked with him constantly while he was preparing for this shareholders meeting. I feel this sudden onset of irresistible sleepiness may be due to the stress he feels about the importance of this meeting. And he may also be feeling some reticence about how the Board may react to his unique strategy for growing this firm. Some of his most effective business methods are quite innovative. For example, every afternoon he says he wants his “Silky NAPTIME”. He requests that I wear satin. And even after I assured him I was comfortable with it, he still always asks before he rests his head on my shoulder and lap. He told me doing this stimulated the rest of his creative juices. And considering the marvelous proposal he’s come up with, I’d definitely suggest his unusual strategies are worth implementing.”

“I’m glad he doesn’t suffer from some condition!! that would be problematic for the company or him, Ms Krystal. look at him, Man’s still sleeping harder than anyone I’ve ever seen.”

He went on.

“Will we have to wait until he wakes up before we’ll hear what he’s come up with?”

“Not at all, sir.  He thoroughly explained his proposal to me while we were working together this morning. He also admitted he’s never been good at public speaking. He was worried that his speech impediment might interfere with the Board’s considerations of his plan for improving profits, reducing expenses, and vastly increasing morale throughout the company. If you don’t mind listening to my voice, I suggest we let our hard working CEO enjoy his rejuvenating NAPTIME, that I’m certain will benefit all of us.”

“Then proceed.”

Krystal focused her confident green gaze on the Board members. And then she proceeded to use her most persuasive voice to explain the strategy that would meet all the goals she’d mentioned.

Once she finished, the Chairman of the Board spoke up once more.

“You weren’t exaggerating when you promised his proposal was unique and creative. I assumed we were in for the usual sort of “We’ve got to downsize to maximize profits” claptrap which seems to be the only thing that most first-time executives can pull out of their heads. Normally, I don’t make my decisions so quickly. However, I think we ought to give his radical plan a test run.”

“Why thank you, sir” Krystal said smiling at the Chairman who too was unable to deny or resist her charms. “I’m sure the CEO will be pleased the Board his decided to follow the suggestions I was privileged to work out with him.”

“I don’t believe I’ve ever attended a shareholders meeting like this one” the Chairman said. “When I saw him put his head on your shoulder, I thought this CEO would have to be fired straight away. And I was going to tell you, “If you wanted to sue this creature for harassment we will pay whatever you ask.” And before I heard what you two had created, I was already prepared to say, “Never mind his proposals. I don’t trust em.” I feel we need your help, Ms Krystal. He is the third CEO we’ve employed in 2 years. Obviously, he has the mind to move this corporation forward. But he’s lacking as a spokesman. When it comes to poise and persuasiveness, Ms Krystal, you are the Rock of Gibraltar. I’m looking forward to profiting from seeing what else you can do.”

The Chairman was beaming like never before.

She came in at the CEO’s summons with a triumphant look on her face. He gestured for Krystal to take a seat and informed the office staff he and his PA were not to be disturbed unless it was absolutely necessary.

“I’m confused,” he announced to her.

“Confused about what, sir?” Krystal inquired.

“The proposal you presented at the shareholders meeting.  The only thing I’d come up with was the kind of downsizing and cutting out the fat stuff the Chairman would have given me the boot for. I hadn’t even begun to consider the measures you gave me credit for, Ms Krystal.”

“Are you dissatisfied?” asked Krystal.

“No. I am still confused. Why did I get so drowsy all of a sudden? I’d never even seen your proposal you presented as my invention. Yet, the more I heard you talking about it, the better it felt for me to go along with whatever you said. Why did I automatically agree with something I knew nothing about?”

He put his fingers to his lips in a gesture requesting that Krystal not say a word. Then he put his head in his hands and reviewed all of his work-related interactions with her. With all his might, try as he might he could not remember discussing or even mentioning any shred of the proposal Krystal had persuaded the Board to wholeheartedly approve. He acknowledged how convincing she was. Convincing and persuasive and. He had a blinding flash of insight.

“You did this. That’s why I got so sleepy out of the blue like that” he said “You hypnotized me? So that is why I couldn’t stop myself from agreeing with whatever you proposed. I know you did some kind of trick on me.”

“Yes, and a good job too.”

“But why?” he asked pleadingly. Maybe it was some of those old movies or something, but he could not bring himself to stare into Krystal’s imposing and irresistible eyes.

“Your original plans were not fit for this company. They would have been an unbearable imposition on the drive and strength of everyone left around here. Your downsizing schemes would have thrown all those dedicated workers onto skid row for the possible personal gain  of maybe a few people. And now, after what everyone else believes is your solution succeeds, no one will be on skid row.”

“But this strategy is entirely yours. You could take all the credit for it. Why are you letting me benefit from your ingenuity?”

“Aren’t I your Personal Assistant?”

“Yes” he said somewhat sheepishly.

“It is my responsibility to take care of this company’s CEO, isn’t it?”

“Yes” he answered still a tad hesitant about where Krystal was leading him once more.

“Then it is part of my job to see to it that you proffer the best solutions for meeting this company’s needs. Yes?”

“I agree” was all he could manage to say.

“I also did my research on the Chairman. He would never have listened to my proposal, if he thought it originated with me. And I knew you hadn’t even considered the options I suggested.”

He filled in the rest of the blank spaces in her plan. Since he’d never seen this proposal, the CEO would never have presented it. That explained the necessity of his trip to dreaminess. He also knew Krystal was right about the Chairman. He barely tolerated a new CEO. He would never have given the time of day to anything a PA had cooked up. Therefore, the proposal had to be presented as the brainchild of the CEO Krystal had brainwashed–apparently with very little effort.

Uneasiness covered his face when he next spoke. “So what happens now?”

“We do our best to implement my plan that carries your name and position.”

“That’s true. But what I really meant was what about the two of us. Somehow, some way, you can make me do your bidding. I suppose I could sue you. I could show you tricked me with hypnotism……”

“Now stop there, sir” she said smiling. “Do you truly think anyone will believe a powerful CEO can be mesmerized just by me saying your trigger word is NAPTIME? NAPTIME! NAPTIME!! NAPTIME!!!”

While he was in trance, Krystal gave him a few more suggestions to heighten his feelings of pleasure whenever he did as she desired. After doing so, she loudly snapped her lovely fingers to awaken him. The look on his face was priceless. If a camera had been close at hand, Krystal would have taken a few pictures.

He remembered everything. His mind’s eye saw scenes of his head on her breasts. The same look of mischief somehow merged with compassion that he now saw was on her face then as well. He recalled his head thrust into her lap. More pleasure did that give him than he had felt in all his days. He worked it out quickly.

“Without evidence, no one would believe a solitary word from me about you hypnotizing me. And if rumours of me saying these kinds of stories about how my Personal Assistant mesmerized me got on the internet, no one would dare touch me again. I would be the biggest laughingstock ever in the corporate arena.”

“And why would you want to spoil all the good times and fun and games and soothingly satisfying, oh so stimulating pleasures we’re destined to have in the future?”

For the life of him he could not come up with one good reason for rocking the boat Krystal was clearly meant to be at the helm of.

* * *

Months later, the plan publicly attributed to the much more than grateful CEO worked almost as perfectly as the charms of its creatrix. Stock prices, salaries, efficiency, productivity, and morale were but a few of the things which rose. Absenteeism, complaints, thefts, and job turnover were among the items which delightfully fell. Instead of laying people off, the best and the brightest were begging to be hired. No one, in their wildest imaginations, would ever have dreamed things would turn out so smashingly.

Eventually, the CEO tendered his resignation in order to start his own firm. Before departing, he heartily recommended that Ms Krystal be chosen to run this now blossoming company he knew she had resurrected from the doldrums of mediocrity.

* * *

One day, there was a knock at Krystal’s office door. When she asked who it was, the former CEO’s voice rang in her ears. When her emerald eyes were cast upon him, he looked trim, dapper, and definitely exuberant.

They exchanged pleasantries and discussed the goings-on in the business world. Krystal sensed there was something more he wished to say unto her.

“I feel like there’s something you’re holding back. Is there something else?” she inquired.

“Uh … I uh … I miss what you used to do with … What I mean is.”

When his eyes came to rest on her pendant, it was all he could do to prevent himself from snuggling against Krystal’s shoulder or nestling his head in her lap.

Krystal saw the longing in his eyes. She deftly lifted her pendant and casually set it swinging back and forth … back and forth in front of his eyes.

“Do you miss this?” she asked knowingly. “How much have you been yearning for our quiet and peaceful, very special times together?”

“Plea! plea!! please!!!” he begged. “It was all so wonderful. I miss you so very much. I owe all my successes to you, Krystal. You inspire me like no one and nothing else has ever done. … Pretty please? … Just one more time. … Please!!!”

For some moments, Krystal said not a word. Then there was a scowl on her beautiful countenance. Her one-time boss was crestfallen. When he started to turn to leave, Krystal held up one feminine hand and beckoned him to remain.

“Silly man. Why does it only have to be one more time we relax and rest and revel in our pleasures? Did you truly believe you were the only one who enjoyed what we did together?”

“I … I … I guess I just never thought about that you might enjoy it like I did. I always assumed you didn’t think much of me as a man.  After all, modern businessmen aren’t supposed to want the kinds of things you make me feel.”

“Come to me” Krystal soothingly commanded.

He obeyed her as he had always done–even when he wasn’t consciously aware of her influences over him. Once his head lay in her lap, he plaintively gazed up into her hypnotic eyes. For her part, a wicked smile now adorned Krystal’s sensuously voluptuous lips.

“Of course, when we aren’t conquering the business jungle, you could always work for me–pro bono, of course. I am merciful you know. And I need a domestic servant who moonlights as a powerful CEO and entrepreneur. Someone to clean my home and do my every bidding after he’s had his NAPTIME that is. What do you say?”

His relaxing head was barely capable of nodding his assent. A few tears of joy trickled down his cheeks as he did so.

“You realize, of course, that when you’re in my home you’ll be wearing a pink, frilly, satin apron. Yes, you like satin. And from now on, when I tell you to you can and you will wear it. You will learn to worship me even more so and even better than you always have, my little, sleepy pet. And when we’re alone together, I am MISTRESS KRYSTAL from now on.