Alien Abductions/KiTA's Stories/Business Sense

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"Larry. Listen to me. Ms. Oakbridge is a 40 year old woman who weighs well over 125 kilos. This is a college girl who weighs half that."

Amanda stood in the middle of Ms. Oakbridge's opulent office, her foot tapping against the plush carpet. She stared down at Larry, Ms. Oakbridge's assistant, as he stood over a twisted mass of flesh.

The young girl stared back, her face flushed red in humiliation. Her legs were spread in a wide V, her hands grasping just above her ankles tightly. She made no effort to hide her nudity, instead she seemed to twitch and rock her hips every so often, seemingly inviting people to look and touch.

"I know Miss, But she called me on my personal hotline." Larry said, pleading. "Only Ms. Oakbridge knows that number."

Amanda glanced at the girl's mouth, which was covered in a strange gel. "She called you? What did she say?"

"'Mmmnph' Mostly, Ma'am."

She sighed, looking over at Larry. "Larry, why is she naked?"

"I tried, Miss, I really did." He muttered, blushing. "But watch what happens when you try."

Amanda looked on, fascinated, as Larry tossed a small hand towel in the air above the naked girl. It fell slowly, landing right on the young girl's pussy.

Without a sound, it turned to dust and vanished.

"Wha..."

"Happens with anything, Ma'am." Larry said, nodding. "T-shirts, towels, anything."

Amanda nodded. "Larry, does anyone else know this girl is here?"

"No Ma'am."

Amanda stepped over the naked woman. "Listen. This is not Ms. Oakbridge. This is some sort of weird prank. You are not to tell anyone about this, do you understand?"

"Y... yes Ma'am."

Amanda ignored the muffled grunts of protest and the squirming from beside her. "You are to go get David and Markos, and send them up here. You are to then go take an early lunch. Got it?"

"Yes Ma'am." Larry said as he bowed and retreated from the room. "But... are you absolutely certain that this isn't Ms. Oakbridge?"

"Larry, I've worked with her for 10 years. She's an old hag. This is some college bimbo. Maybe a Oakbridge family member, but I'd know Janice Oakbridge if I saw her. This isn't her."

"Ok Ma'am. Sorry for bothering you, Ma'am."

...

Amanda calmly stepped over the prone form, smiling to herself. The grunts of protest died down as she plucked a box of tissues off Ms. Oakbridge's desk. She then turned and looked down at the prone girl.

"My, Janice, who knew you were so flexible?" She grinned down at the girl, who looked briefly shocked. "Don't be surprised. I'd know those hateful eyes anywhere."

Amanda started plucking tissues out of the box, letting them fall one at a time to Janice's skin, where they vanished instantly.

"So, in the three weeks you've been gone, there have been a few... changes around here." Amanda said, tossing tissues as she spoke. "The board is actually in a meeting right now. I have it on good authority that they'll be voting you out, and me in."

Janice Oakbridge glared upwards at the woman in her office, saying nothing.

"Originally, we were going to have you declared missing. Tragically lost at sea or somesuch." Amanda smiled. "Having you suddenly return is a bit of a problem, though."

Janice did nothing, instead silently flexing her hips as she stared upwards.

"You see, I have enough votes to be made Chairman, but you returning, that would put quite the stop to it." Amanda grinned. "But in your current condition, I think this will work to my advantage."

Janice flexed her neck as Amanda kneeled next to her.

"You see, you're not the first girl they found like this. There are a few of them on TV. You see that glue on your hands and mouth? They can't remove it. At all." Amanda smirked as she gently lay a tissue on Janice's face, which vanished the second she let go. Janice didn't even blink.

"And this clothing thing? They can't figure out how it happens, or how to stop it. You're going to be naked and spread eagle for a very, very long time."

Amanda grinned. "We could probably make billions if I sent you down to R&D for a while. Let the eggheads try and figure it out. We could make Police Uniforms that make bullets and knives vanish before they get within a few feet. Or a youth drug that can take 40 year old slugs and turn them into University age beauties."

Janice just continued to glare at her old subordinate.

"But you see, they might actually figure out a way to break the glue, or someone might get the bright idea to let you use some assistant to talk to the board or something." Amanda grinned. "And that really doesn't work for my career plan, you see."

Amanda tossed the last tissue down, it floated down to Janice's breasts and disappeared.

"My, that's fun. The idea of the great Janice Oakbridge, Permanently naked and displayed like some sort of porn star." She grinned. "No, I think instead of a leadership role you are destined for our Saskatchewan logging operation. You remember Saskatchewan, right? All those trees and not much else, out in the middle of nowhere, with all those horny, strapping, lonely lumberjacks and fishermen?"

Amanda smirked at the look of hatred in Janice's face.

"Oh, come now, Janice." Her smile relaxed. "You didn't really expect us to let you sit in on board meetings like this, did you? What would we do, prop you up on milk crates and let everyone stare at your pussy at you while you tried to take notes with your toes?"

Just then, two men walked in the room.

"Ah, just who I wanted to see." Amanda smiled, placing the empty box of tissues down on her table. "Markos, David, this is a no questions asked situation. Markos, get me a cart and help me carry this girl into the Board meeting. David, go get the company jet ready for takeoff."

"Yes, Ma'am." David muttered as he turned immediately around. Markos said nothing as he followed.

"Now little one. We're going to go have a little chat with the board members." Amanda grinned. "I already have it written out in my head. 'A long term sabbatical due to medical reasons.' No one will question me about it until it's too late. And after that, your... my... private jet will take you straight to your new life in Saskatchewan."

Janice began to squirm violently, her voice coming out as muffled screams.

"Oh, quiet dear." Amanda grinned as she gently placed a hand on Janice's cheek. "It's just good business sense."