Modern Secretary 11 - Complications

Edward waited outside the high lord Charles' mansion, three hundred stories in the sky, peering at the city below while thumbing his lighter. Orbital ships floated overhead, no doubt countless Lords from countless planets coming to vacation on New Earth II. None ever ventured to the ground floor, save to visit the gardens and preserves which were still protected. Even then, sky gardens were often considered a better alternative.

A life in the clouds was synonymous with Lordship. It was something Edward had grown up in and a lifestyle he intended to keep, despite his father's failings.

Gaining his own personal Lordship at SharpEdge was the first step towards that end. Despite all the warnings he had heard, despite all the threats he faced, Edward had found his place amongst those in power once again. But gaining Lordship was a very small step compared to the next. Edward needed land, he needed permanent ownership of working serfs to maintain his new stature, and that could only be done through the favor of a Highlord.

No small thing. Edward was keenly aware of that.

The doors to the Highlord's mansion opened. Edward heard the roaring laughter pour out from the main foyer. He turned, a secretary gave him a curtsey as her delicate hand held the large door open. She was dressed in traditional maid outfit, complete with a short skirt, sheer black leggings, low-cut top, and fox ears. Her makeup was vibrant, as eye-catching as the lavish shining jewelry around her neck and wrists. It was a sign of her position as a High Lord's secretary, a position often coveted by many young off-world women.

"My Lord Edward," She said. Edward gave her a nod.

"They trying to dress you up like a vulpine?" Edward asked, pointing to her ears. The secretary blushed.

"They are the High Lord's favorite, after all."

"But terribly hard to come by," Edward said, flicking his cigarette over the balcony edge. Its golden embers fading into the dark void below.

"The Master Charles will see you now," She said.

"My thanks," He said. Edward made his way past the secretary. Her hand grabbed his wrist.

"Lord Edward..." The Secretary placed both hands on his forearm and looked up at him. She leaned forward to ensure he could see her cleavage, then licked her glossy lips slowly.

"Yes?" Edward said.

"The master has offered you my service… if you should want it." The Secretary said. Edward stared at her for a moment. She was intoxicating, no doubt about that. High Lord's rarely employed anyone who wasn't. She was well-trained, too. Her hand had already undone his belt buckle without him noticing. She stepped closer, tucking her small frame into his chest. There was no hesitation in her movements, no sign of reluctance. All the same, Edward gently put his hand on her shoulder.

"Do you want to do this?" He asked. The Secretary stopped for a moment, tilting her head as she stared curiously at him.

"My Lord, it is my duty to take care of you. The master said…"

"What your Master says to me is irrelevant. What matters is what you want," Edward replied.

"If it pleases my Lord, of course I would want this," The woman slid her finger over her top, pulling it down in a smooth motion, revealing her perfectly round breasts. Edward smiled.

"As charming as you are, I'm afraid it will have to wait," He said, gently pulling the straps back over her shoulders before walking into the noise of Charles's mansion.

"As my Lord wishes," The woman said, promptly walking ahead of Edward. "Please follow me."

The two walked among decadence. Along countless bottles of champagne, endless trays of food, and a small army of secretaries tending to Lords and their guests. All of whom wore the same attire as the secretary who guided Edward.

Charles' home was an eclectic mess of rare artifacts and overpaid paintings strung together haphazardly. A chaotic splattering of culture acting as a false finish to a rotting interior. Edward passed through the crowd, waving away several secretaries who offered to accompany him for the night.

The secretary stopped at two large glass doors and opened one as she gave him a curtsy.

"My Master Charles private chambers, my Lord."

"Appreciated," Edward said.

"Shall I accompany you?" She asked. Edward paused a moment.

"Will he punish you if you don't?" He asked. The Secretary fixed her dark hair.

"Punish? No, this is Charles after all. But your displeasure would not go over well."

"Then accompany, but do no more than that unless I ask," Edward replied. The Secretary bowed, and wrapped her arms around his, gently leading him inside the room.

There, Charles sat. Sprawled out on a large couch. Several lords sat with him, some of whom Edward recognized, the rest strangers he'd likely never see again. All of them were surrounded by secretaries. Some were naked, some were dressed. One Lord had one straddling him, gently riding his cock while he talked to the others. Charles glanced over at Edward and ushered him over with a hand covered in gold jewelry.

"Ah, Edward my boy, come… come." Charles was a summation of every Lord Edward had ever encountered. A middle-aged man who barely took care of himself, who drank too much and ate himself into obesity. Yet, he carried on as if he was an attractive young man. He was injected with the same enhancements as all nobility, but even enhancements could not fight against the destructive lifestyle Charles led. His body was a strange mixture of muscle and fat, highlighted by the misshaped and engorged cock that was visible through his trousers.

He ran his plumb fingers through his thinning slicked-back hair, before adjusting his suit jacket that hung to his proportions like a curtain.

"Charles," Edward said, sitting on the couch opposite him and the Lords. Edward's secretary sat beside him, promptly resting her head on his shoulder. Charles frowned.

"You won't participate? I offered you one of my best." Charles asked, pointing to the secretary at Edward's side.

"Not tonight, I'm afraid," Edward replied. Charles let out a sigh.

"So be it. I hear some congratulations are in order. You've managed to turn things around at Sharp Edge I hear," Charles said.

"Despite some setbacks, yes, we are on track with the AI scaling, my Lord."

Charles slapped his knee and pulled a secretary close. She giggled in response, maintaining a frigid smile that was almost unnerving.

"Good! Very good, Sharp Edge was bleeding me. For a company that size, it was no small feat to get its logistics under control, so I must give you and the other Lords my compliments. Your Freelancer is performing well?"

"He is, I know him personally. He won't let the company down," Edward replied.

"That's good, very good. Reliable AI is so hard to come by these days. Many proclaim a new method capable of handling interplanetary trade. But so many fall short. Your father would know about that, of course." Charles said with a laugh, the other Lords laughed with him. Their hands wrapped around their secretaries, Edward saw his fellow Lord pull his secretary down on his cock as he began to spurt cum inside her.

Edward did not laugh with them. Charles's expression sank.

"You have the best qualities of your father in you, I hope you know that."

"Thank you, my lord," Edward said. Several of the Lords smirked at the comment, Edward grit his teeth.

"Your father's faults are his own, Edward. It is very clear to me that you have fallen far from his tree." Charles grabbed his secretary's breast and squeezed it tightly. She instinctively moaned as his hands began to clumsily move along her body.

"I know, my Lord," Edward replied, averting his eyes from the sight.

"You must understand, that the destruction of your father's company was necessary for the betterment of the Southern Planet Union. I could not allow his malpractices… especially with this AI project, to jeopardize the greater corporation." Charles said. Edward nodded.

"A story I've heard many times over, Charles," Edward replied. The room went silent, and Charles nodded slowly. Then looked to his fellow Lords and motioned them to leave. The Lord who had just finished fucking a secretary dropped her to the floor and finished spraying his load on her face. She kept her mouth open until he finished.

Then, one by one, they exited the room. The Secretaries, however, remained. All of them immediately collapsed on Charles and Edward. While Charles took to the attention with eagerness, Edward remained stoic, waving them off lazily.

"Edward, you understand how important you are to me, correct?" Charles said.

"I do, my Lord."

"You understand that me taking ownership over you, taking you away from your father's portfolio, wasn't just about his punishment, yes?"

"Yes, my Lord I–"

"It was about bringing in capable hands to assure the spread of our Southern Corporate Union. I need men who can shape the future, I need men who can see the times for what they are, and move us beyond half a planet. If we want to be a true planetary corporation, then an entire planet is necessary. Sharp Edge will be critical to that future." Charles unzipped his pants and pulled out his grossly enlarged, pulsing cock, then shoved his secretaries face onto it.

"I won't let you down…" He said, looking away and sighing. "With minor reports out of the way, was there anything else you wanted to discuss?"

"You never were one to partake in them… were you?" Charles' thick hand clutched the back of his secretaries head, pushing her down on his cock forcefully.

"I think there is a time and place for everything," Edward replied. Charles laughed.

"Careful now, they'll start thinking you're a radical with that kind of answer," Charles' breath shortened, and he promptly shoved his Secretaries' mouth down to his ballsack. Letting out a deep sigh of pleasure as his balls began to pulse. The Secretary gagged, pushing against Charles' thighs as he held her in place.

"Just a while… longer," Charles said. The secretary began to push up violently, Charles kept her head down. Her eyes began to roll into the back of her head.

"Charles…" Edward said warily. Charles scoffed and removed his bulbous palm from the back of the secretary's head. Charles' fat cock slid out of her mouth as she gasped for air. Cum spurt from Charles's throbbing hard cock, covering the secretary's face.

"She'll be fine. It is their profession, after all," Charles said, grabbing the secretaries hand and wrapping it around his cock. She immediately began to stroke it. Edward felt the grip of his secretary tighten around his arm as Charles stared at her.

"Do you like her?" He asked. Edward looked down a the secretary, who smiled at him in return.

"She's very lovely."

"Yet you don't touch her."

"I prefer handling things differently," Edward replied. Charles scoffed.

"So I've heard. Then you wouldn't mind if I were to borrow her?" Charles motioned the secretary over to him.

"She is yours, after all," Edward replied, he could see the secretaries eyes dim. Her smile remained, and she at once made her way over to her master's side.

"She is mine," Charles replied. His thick hands wrapped around her wrists as he pulled her down onto his lap. "Though, I am intrigued to hear that you finally have a Secretary for yourself, Edward."

"I do," Edward said cautiously. Charles smiled.

"I hear she is a vulpine, too."

"Who told you?" Edward said.

"Hard to keep a vulpine secretary a secret, Edward. They are so very coveted, after all," Charles replied.

"A secretary was never something I felt necessary for my Lordship," Edward replied.

"Your father felt the same, a pioneer, some called him."

"I don't see what keeping a Secretary has to do with my father's failings, my Lord," Edward said shortly. Charles leaned forward.

"Nothing, it has nothing to do with your father's failings. But, I'm afraid it has much to do with yours, Edward."

Edward sighed, "What are you trying to get at, Charles? Why did you actually bring me here?"

"I'm getting to that." Charles stood and pulled the secretary with him. Tearing at her clothing. The secretary stood obediently, glancing at Edward with a gentle smile every now and then. Once her outfit was little more than shreds, Charles bent the secretary forward and slapped his cock against her petite ass.

"I hope you enjoy the show, my Lord," The secretary said. Edward promptly stood up and began to step toward the exit.

"Watching was never a pastime of mine, Charles."

"Our meeting isn't over, Edward," Charles said calmly. Edward stood still a moment, then, reluctantly obliged.

"Good, very good," Charles said with a smile, promptly rubbing his bulbous cock against the secretary. "You get possessive of them, don't you? Bad thing to do with secretaries, very bad. They aren't like partners, Edward. I hope you won't be that way with your new vulpine...."

Edward averted his gaze, saying nothing. Charles promptly shoved his massive, curving girth into the secretary's tight asshole. She moaned loudly as he pushed his full length into her and let out a sigh while gripping her hips.

"Never forget, Edward. Without us, these people have no role in society and no future. And never forget that Secretaires are ALL Lord's property, not just yours. Especially for a Lord of your stature." Charles slowly began to thrust into his secretary. He lost his breath within the first few seconds. His stomach rolled over the secretaries backside as he slammed his length into her asshole without remorse. She grit her teeth while grabbing onto Charles' fat wrists, bracing herself with each forceful slam.

"You'd better get to your point," Edward said.

"I'm getting to it. But I have such an appetite these days. The hormone boosters are finally catching… catching up with me," Charles let out a grunt as he began to pump more slowly. He grabbed his secretary by her arms and fell backward onto the couch, bringing the secretary with him. She slammed onto his thighs and immediately began to ride him. The other secretaries began to undress as well, a few walking over to Edward and moving for his pants zipper, but after a few polite rejections, the harem went to their Lord.

"You're still not understanding, are you? Refusing is an offense, Edward."

"I prefer enthusiasm on both sides, my Lord." Edward shot back.

"Ohhh… you think she doesn't like it?" Charles asked. The secretary never stopped moving. Her thick black hair shimmered in the neon lights as her tight body slammed against her Lord's giant cock, her motions perfectly swallowing him whole while he fondled another secretary's giant tits.

"Go on Edward, you can ask her. Ask her if she wants to fuck me," Charles said.

Edward looked at the secretaries glistening face, she smiled at him as she braced herself against Charles' fat thighs while she rode his cock expertly.

"Ask her, Edward," Charles said.

"Do you want this?" Edward asked. The Secretary rolled her head back and let out a gentle laugh.

"Of course, my lord. It's my duty to fulfill his every desire," She looked at him a moment. "And yours." The secretary replied. Charles let out a haggard laugh.

"Good girl!" He said, grabbing her waist and pulling her down onto his cock. "Here's your reward." Once again his cock began to throb, and the Secretary moaned as his balls pulsed violently. He began to thrust eagerly, his cock eventually slipping out of her asshole. Cum sprayed onto her legs. The Secretary moved instinctively, turning around and dropping to her knees. She grabbed Charles' giant shaft with both hands, cum spraying onto her face as she swallowed it whole.

"Good girl…" Charles said, grabbing her head and shoving it down onto his cock. "Very good girl…"

Edward cleared his throat, he looked at the glass doors of Charles' room and spotted several Lords staring from the other side.

"Oh, what's the matter, Edward? No need to get jealous now. With time, you'll be able to grow your secretary pool just as I have." Charles said.

"If we've finished talking business, I have some meetings I need to attend to tonight."

Charles leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh, pulling his secretary by her hair and pushing her off to the side. His cock still throbbed. He snapped his fingers. Another curvy promptly wrapped her lips around his glistening shaft.

"So be it. There is a summit happening next month, and any Lord who is worth his merit will be there." Charles said. Edward raised an eyebrow.

"I am well aware of it sir. But I thought it was for Higher Lords only?"

"Normally, it is. But you are spearheading a project that will redefine how business is done on this planet. So, I expect you there." Charles said. Edward stared for a moment.

"Then why not bring all of your business spearheads?"

"They aren't as important," Charles said dismissively. Edward nodded his head slowly before slouching back in his seat.

"It will be a networking event, I presume?"

Charles smiled, "A habit a business, I'm afraid. You must bring a secretary, as common etiquette for these kinds of things," Charles replied.

"I'm sure I can find one," Edward replied. Charle's fists tightened.

"I should remind you, that the quality of your Secretary will have a direct impact on how much I can… guide your career path. First impressions are so very important, after all." Charles eyed Edward for a moment, and when he did not respond, he shrugged. "It's your moment to have or ruin, Edward. Grow into your role as a Lord, or stay at your place within Sharp Edge and wait for someone more clever to eat you alive. I don't care either way."

Edward nodded slowly. "Will that be all, then?"

"It will, wish your team my best, won't you?" Charles motioned for the other Lords to return inside, and they eagerly entered. Stripping away their clothes, exposing roles of fat, grabbing at flesh.

Edward didn't bother with goodbyes, it was beneath a Lord to do so. He walked towards the large exit, the moans of secretaries echoing from the private room as the glass doors shut behind him.