Stupid and Pretty CEO

Like every month, the members who joined together in the "Cultural Association of Naked CEOs" met at their central base in Las Vegas to talk about the latest advances made by each one. The building looked like any other corporate-style building: full of glass panels, with a smooth surface and with a slogan whose typography referred to minimalism.

They were all sitting around a long table, dressed in their best suits and sporting spectacular men's haircuts. And, next to them, were their girlfriends. The majority were submissive and modest women who, for one reason or another, fell madly in love with the CEO of the company where they worked and agreed to be his partner. It was one of the essential rules of the association to raise the level and earn the admiration of both their colleagues and their many admirers who envy the girls they managed to conquer.

Only one was completely alone: Richard.

Richard was a 35-year-old man, black-haired and thin. When he got the CEO position in his company, they called him to join the association. But, to date, he has not managed to conquer any potential submissive.

And it was not because of a lack of candidates but because it was simply difficult for him to relate to women.

Every time he saw one, he got tongue-tied and ended up running away.

This caused him to become the laughingstock of the association, having to endure ridicule and insults about him every time they met.

And, that day, was no exception.

- And how is your harvest, Richard? Did any slip in or escape you, as always?

- At this rate you will die a virgin!

- I invite you to the gym, to see if that way you stop being thin and attract some submissive.

Richard, like the good stoic that he was, put up with those comments. But, that time, he got fed up and told them:

- You will see! In less than a year, I will get a girlfriend and she will be so submissive that they will have high envy. They will even leave aside their girlfriends!

- Hey! – said one, glaring at the CEO she managed to conquer – Don't even think about looking at another! Did you hear?

- Of course, not my love! – her CEO responded while hugging her. But, taking advantage of the fact that I was not looking at him, he winked at a secretary who was passing by and had spectacular legs.

- And how do you plan to get it, Richard? – questioned Roberto, who was a tall and handsome man, with silky hair and slightly marked muscles without exaggeration. He was the perfect prototype to be a naked CEO – I already have a large collection of submissives spread around the world. I highly doubt you will find one available.

- Well, there is always something hidden! – Richard told him, pointing his finger – once I get it, you will have to apologize to me.

- We'll see about that!

Richard left the meeting, all furious at being mocked by his colleagues. He got on a plane and headed to his company, a company located in Sao Paulo and whose building was so tall that it seemed to touch the sky.

Once there, he entered his office and, pressing his communicator, contacted his secretary. Immediately, she responded:

- Speak?

- I need you to contact Human Resources to find out if we require personnel.

- Sir, it won't be necessary because I have just submitted my resignation. Soon the secretary position will be free.

- I understand. It's a shame that I have resigned, but I wish you to achieve your goals in the next company where you will work in the future.

- Thank you very much sir.

When the communication was cut off, Richard sighed. It is the third time that a secretary from his company resigns. She wondered if he was paying her too little or didn't like the way she led the staff. Even so, he took it as an opportunity to find his submissive whom he could conquer, make her his, and turn him into an idol.

He opened his social networks and began publishing advertisements that he was looking for a secretary for his prestigious company with offices in several European countries. Once this was done, she began exploring a job portal, where she searched for resumes with photos of applicants for the secretary position. Some of them seemed quite attractive, so he wrote down their phone numbers and email to call them later.

When he finished, he looked out the window of his office where he could see the city, full of buildings, vehicles and pedestrians. And among all that mass of people there could be the submissive of his dreams, waiting for him to rescue her from her misfortune to have a life full of luxuries and comforts in exchange for her body.

- The perfect girlfriend of a CEO must be beautiful but, at the same time, humble – Richard said to himself – She must have a tragic past and, if possible, be poor enough to dream of getting a prince to save her from her situation. He must want to look only at me and give me praise to boost my ego. Yes, that will be enough for the association to stop making fun of me. Yes sir!

He got up and left his office, ready to look for the woman of his dreams throughout the city. While it was more convenient to do the search on social media, I also wanted to use the old method to make it faster. So, with a little luck, he could finally have a romance typical of clichéd romantic movies that would make him the idol of the association and the luckiest man in the world.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, there was a CEO named Roberto. He was the one who had made fun of Richard when they were at the meeting. At that moment, he was in the office of his own company, receiving a visit from a very curvy woman, with black hair and a short skirt that barely covered her butt.

Her name was Adelaide. She worked as a secretary in Richard's company, but resigned since Roberto offered her the position of Administrative Assistant in his company. And since it was more in line with his profile, in addition to the fact that he would receive better pay, he accepted the offer.

- Good morning, sir. I decided to work for your company and accepted the offer.

- I am glad you accepted it, Miss Gutiérrez – Roberto told her, showing her a seductive smile – And tell me what expectations you have of this place.

- My expectations are very high – the woman responded, while she placed both hands on the table and moved them towards the center, highlighting her enormous breasts even more – I want a place where I can improve myself like a professional, try new things and, why not, experience stimulating sensations.

- I expect a lot from you, Gutiérrez. Or why don't I call her Adelaide instead?

- Call me Ada.

- Excellent.

Roberto stood up from his seat, took Adelaida by the waist and, with a jerk, laid her on the desk table. She took off his tie, opened her legs and let the CEO touch that area with his fingers.

- Wow! You are already wet! – Roberto told him, while he proceeded to take off his underwear.

- "It's the stimulating effect of your magic touch, sir," Adelaida told him, who began to blush.

- Call me Master.

- If I love.

Roberto placed himself in the middle of Adelaida's open legs, having a good view of that hole that encouraged him to penetrate it. But it was still very early, so he bent down so he could kiss her on the mouth.

Their tongues collided, but he went even deeper and ran through their cavities. Then, he opened her shirt and yanked off her bras, exposing that pair of melons that had hardened from excitement. He squeezed them, causing her to scream with pleasure. Then he sucked them into his tongue and felt his new submissive's back arch upward.

- You are beautiful and perverted. Just the way I like them.

- I cannot wait any longer - Adelaida told him, between gasps - take me where no girl has ever gone, master.

Roberto opened the zipper of his pants and took out his erect member to insert it into the woman's vagina with one thrust. Adelaida screamed when she felt him inside and her moans intensified.

At first it was slow. Then he accentuated his movements and Roberto applied his force after the attacks, causing the papers and documents to fall to the ground.

- Yeah! Oh yeah!

- Beautiful! Be mine!

When they reached the peak of intercourse, semen spread across the desk and the woman reached orgasm.

Once finished, they quickly cleaned the place and returned to their usual behavior as corporate professionals of a prestigious company.

- I expect many things from you, Miss Gutiérrez

- Thank you in advance for the opportunity, Mr. Pérez. I swear I won't let you down.

And so, they both shook hands and returned to their daily activities.

Meanwhile, somewhere in São Paulo, a young woman named Macarena was working in a restaurant as a waitress.

Like every shift, I was going to serve customers, serve them food, do karate moves to those who wanted to touch the butt, and collect tips. And while she was doing all that, she dreamed of meeting a millionaire, who would fall madly in love with her and take her out of poverty.

- I can't wait to have my dream wedding! - said Macarena, in her break time – My future husband will be tall, handsome, a millionaire, owner of a successful company and will have a mansion in some European country.

- Keep dreaming! - a co-worker told him – Understand that millionaires only move within their circle. We are out of the equation!

Still, Macarena liked to think about those things. And since I was little, I watched many soap operas of this style, where the unfortunate heroine met a prince who took her out of her situation and treated her like a queen. Over time, he began reading erotic novels and his dreaming intensified, to the point that he didn't think about anything other than that.

When work hours ended, the young woman changed her uniform and went out into the warm streets of the city.

The traffic was chaos. And it was hot as hell, or so I thought. People ran into each other while walking and almost missed their bus because they didn't arrive at the stop on time.

Luckily, he managed to enter a secret hiding place like a ninja when he saw the bus door close.

Once he had paid the fare, he found an empty seat and decided to look at his social media.

"Wow! I have like 329 friend requests! Will there be a handsome millionaire among them?" thought Macarena, with enthusiasm.

But the majority were either just dirty old men, or friends of their friends, or fetishistic teenagers who dream of older woman. And since none of them were handsome or, at least, millionaires, he rejected their requests.

"It's a crime to be so beautiful and sought-after!" thought Macarena. "But my body only accepts men with money."

When he got off the bus, he walked a couple more blocks and arrived at his house: a rented room in a residence, where many other people lived (mostly university students) who did not have enough money to rent their own apartment.

He arrived, locked himself in his room and continued watching his social networks.

- There is nothing interesting today – the woman said to herself – the other day I received many messages for my 28th birthday, but now no one writes to me... I know! I'll take a selfie!

She sat on her bed, tried several fun poses (according to her), and began taking several photos. Then he selected the one that turned out best and posted it as his profile photo. Immediately, he received various reactions and comments, thus feeding his ego.

- Good. I am already bored with this. Now I will get to the interesting part.

He left his networks and started watching a porn video. There, he put on his headphones so as not to alert those who lived in the residence. Although some shared their rooms, she got a room to live alone, so she would have more privacy and could, among other things, masturbate without guilt.

The video he found was hot. It was about a secretary who made a pass at her boss, and then he proceeded to unbutton her shirt and penetrate her on the desk.

- Oh yeah! Oh, yeah! - Macarena moaned, crossing her legs as she saw the protagonist's erect member in close-up.

When she finished, she felt that she was wet and gave a sigh. Despite being twenty-eight years old, she was still a virgin because she spent much of her life working and studying. As she was an orphan, she never knew what a father's love was and always had to work for her subsistence. At least she got a job as a waitress, but she aspired to something greater, like marrying a sultan of infinite wealth.

But her problem was her height: She was about 1.80 tall, which made it difficult for her to have a boyfriend since guys had a strange prejudice against tall women, as if that hurt their pride. Also, he was very strong and knew karate techniques. That was because the city was very dangerous at night and, sometimes, he worked night shifts. So, he learned self-defense to avoid being easy prey for muggers and rapists.

- When I meet a millionaire, all that will be over – Macarena said to herself, giving herself a hug while she rubbed her legs again – Oh, yes! I want to be penetrated by a millionaire! Losing my virginity in a bed covered in billions of dollars! It's my golden dream!

He heard his cell phone make a sound. It was a notification. So she checked it and saw that a friend tagged her in a post.

- What will it be about?

When she opened it, she discovered that it was a secretarial vacancy in a prestigious company, located in São Paulo. Her heart began to beat, since she had studied Excel and accounts, so that type of position was more suited to her than that of a waitress.

- I know! I will show up to that company in the sexiest office clothes I have! - stated.

So, she searched through her things and put on a miniskirt that barely covered her butt, a white long-sleeved shirt, and some padded bras, to give the impression that her breasts were very big.

He looked in the mirror, but felt that something was missing.

- How about a pair of red high heels?

He didn't have one, but he did have some white ones with high needles that he decided to paint with enamel. Luckily, I used a lot of red, so I immediately covered it and they turned out excellent.

Afterward, she painted her nails, put on makeup following a makeup tutorial to get a job, raised her hair and put it in a ponytail to show her face, and put on a pair of non-magnifying glasses to give that intellectual air.

- Good! With this, I'm like ugly Betty, but in a beautiful version! - he said to himself, with great optimism.

Feeling empowered, she left her room to go in search of that company where they needed a secretary.

- With this I will shock the boss. And, who knows, maybe I will make him fall in love with my charisma and sensuality and I will be able to get out of poverty.

But as soon as she set foot outside the residence, an intrepid motorist passed in front of her and almost passed away.

Luckily, the driver managed to stop in time.

And the driver was Richard.

While Macarena was masturbating, Richard had been going around the city looking for an ideal secretary. But no matter where he looked, he couldn't find the perfect girl to whom he would give the position and make her his submissive.

- They are all especially horrible! - thought the man, discouraged – Well, I guess if someone reads this, they will call me superficial, but I don't care what ordinary people think of me. Only the opinions of the CEOs of the Association are important. Considering all this, would it be advisable to broaden the search? Maybe beyond the city if I can find what I've been looking for so long.

And so it was that, between driving and driving, he saw that a reckless child crossed the street without looking. So, he dodged it and narrowly missed hitting a poor woman who was leaving her house.

- Just what I was missing! - the man said to himself, panicking – I must make sure she is not hurt!

But when he got out of the vehicle, he was surprised by what he was seeing.

She was a tall woman, taller than him. And she was dressed very provocatively, but now that she was on the floor, I could see her pink panties peeking out from under her miniskirt. His heart began to accelerate rapidly, to the point that he placed a hand on his crotch, fearing that his penis would betray him at those precise moments.

"Calm down, little friend!"

Immediately, he approached her, extended his hand, and said:

- Excuse me, miss. Let me help her.

Macarena was also surprised. In front of her was a man in a nice suit, quite thin for her taste but with a nice face. His oval chin, with marked cheekbones and well-defined eyebrows above his eyes only told him one thing:

"He's a millionaire!"

Apart from that, he noticed zero kilometers on his car of a very rare brand that seemed to be taken from the very Elon factories. Musk. For a moment, she thought that she really died and was now in paradise, but the man brought her back to earth when he asked:

- Hey! Are you OK? You did not hurt? TRUE?

The woman reacted quickly, taking him by the hand and replied:

- Thank you so much, Mr. But... Oh! I twisted my ankle!

Richard panicked.

- I will take her to the hospital right away!

- Needless! - Macarena said, panicking – I am sorry, I thought my ankle was bent. But it is my heels that broke.

Richard looked at his shoes. He immediately noticed that they were poorly painted, so an idea occurred to him.

- How about I buy her a new pair and take her out to dinner? It is to compensate you for the damage I caused you at this moment.

Macarena smiled. He had already managed to catch that man. So, he responded:

- Yes, with pleasure, sir. Thank you so much.

And, together, they got into the car.

First, they went to a very chic shoe store that, under normal circumstances, Macarena would never go to because each pair cost the same as the rent for her apartment. The young woman pointed to a pretty pair of red heels, but Richard scoffed, saying:

- María del Barrio would use those! I'll buy you a pair of heels fit for a Kardashian!

And the girl in the store showed her a pair of thin stiletto heels, red but with diamonds embedded in the edges. And some beautiful rubies sewn to the center gave it a special shine.

Immediately, Macarena felt drool fall into her mouth. She couldn't believe that this stranger would buy her some heels that she didn't even dream of wearing. From the back of her mind, she set out to conquer him at any cost.

- They are beautiful! Thank my Lord!

Richard immediately blushed. It was the first time he felt comfortable with a woman, since he usually always acted shy around them. And he always felt intimidated by them since, as soon as they saw him, he felt that they judged him harshly with just one look. But Macarena was different: spontaneous, sincere and direct. He acquired all this thanks to his lack of education and need to survive in a world where money was king.

- Call me Richard. And your name is...?

- Macarena.

- Good, Macarena. Now let's go to dinner. I have an offer that may interest you.

- Of course, Mr. Richard!

They left the store and headed to a fancy restaurant, whose name is so extravagant that I'm not going to write it here. Just to say that it was very cool, where they serve caviar and dishes made with unicorn meat or some mythological being, since the prices were so exorbitant that you would need to donate a kidney to taste them without guilt.

When the waiter saw Macarena, he raised an eyebrow and looked her up and down, as if she were a grotesque. But then he noticed Richard, who was neatly dressed like any CEO of a prestigious company, and instantly lightened his expression saying:

- Welcome sir, have you made a reservation! Let me show you the best seat for you and your... wife?

- Thanks good Men. We would like to start with drinks, so bring me the best house wine

- Immediately Mr.

They were guided to a table, while Macarena kept looking around. Being a luxury restaurant, there were very few people, but all of them were well-dressed and elegant. Near his table, he saw a lady wearing a black body-con dress, a pearl necklace surrounding her neck, and a beautiful diamond ring, the shine of which reminded her of a star.

The waiter came over with the wine and served Richard first so he could taste it. The CEO tried it and muttered:

- Perfect. Tell me, Macarena, do you drink?

- Yes, of course! - Macarena responded, coming out of her reverie.

- Pour the lady some wine, please.

- Immediately Mr.

Once Macarena also had her wine, they both toasted and drank to their hearts' content.

- This is more than I had dreamed of – said Macarena – Could it be some human trafficker?

- No! Of course not! - Richard said, panicking – actually, I'm making it up to her for almost having run over her and... besides...

Richard was suddenly silent, as she was not sure whether to tell him the truth about her strange hobby as a stranger. Macarena, for her part, looked at him expectantly to know what else he wanted to say, ready to accept any offer that would lead her to improve her quality of life.

After a brief silence, Richard sighed and decided to be honest with her, explaining:

- I'm in serious trouble. You see, I am a CEO and I belong to the Cultural Association of Naked CEOs. I don't know if you heard about that.

- Yes, I heard rumors. But I didn't take them seriously.

- Well, the rumors are true: there, we CEOs meet to report on progress in our companies... and love relationships. And I'm on a bad streak because I've been in the association for a while, and I wasn't lucky in love.

- Oh, what a shame!

- And then I decided to open a secretarial vacancy so that we could have a "forbidden relationship" and consummate our love. That type of romance is what attracts the most to the association, I don't know why. Maybe because the forbidden always attracts, ha ha ha.

Richard suddenly became nervous. He didn't know why he was telling her everything when he didn't even know who he was. So, he hoped she would see him as a weirdo, get up and leave him standing there with the bill in hand.

But suddenly, he saw that Macarena crossed her legs, rubbed them and, with glassy eyes, said to him:

- Oh, what a coincidence! I was just looking for a secretarial position because I got laid off from my waitressing job!

That last one was a lie, but she thought that if she wanted to make a bigger impact, she had to make her future millionaire boyfriend look pitiful. And, at the same time, get out of that toxic place, full of perverted clients and annoying coworkers who were more fake than DVDs sold on the street.

- You can't imagine what happened to me! - Macarena continued, taking a napkin that was on the table to wipe her eyes with it – I was working calmly at my job until a child crossed my path, I tripped and spilled food on a customer. The boss fired me, and now I live in a room in a seedy residence. But if I continue like this, I will end up living on the streets. Oh, how difficult it is to get a job! What will become of me if I'm just a poor, lonely orphan who has nowhere to drop dead? Is my destiny to be a beggar... or a prostitute? No! I don't want to prostitute myself! I want to give my virginity only to the man of my life!

"Poor, orphan... and virgin! She is the perfect submissive!" thought Richard, optimistically.

- Oh, don't cry. If you want, I can recommend to my company that they give you the position of secretary. I will speak very well of you. I'll even forge your CV to get you accepted faster.

- Would you really do that for me?

- Clear! I said I would reward you for almost crashing into you. And at the same time, you will help me be the idol of the association. Done deal?

- Done deal!

They shook hands as a sign of closing the agreement and, while they dined on caviar from the mystical lands of India, each one in their minds thought that they had won this game:

"I finally have my submissive. I will stop being the mockery of the association! Although it is too high for my taste, but it doesn't matter. At this point, it's not in my best interest to be so demanding. At least she is pretty, maybe she can hire an image consultant to guide her in her clothing and she will be perfect."

"I will finally get out of poverty. He won't be handsome, and he's shorter than me, but... who cares! What matters is what you carry between your legs... and your pockets. He seems a little naive, so I can manipulate him to make him fall in love with me and keep his fortune."

They left the restaurant, holding hands. Richard accompanied her home, and Macarena told him:

- Thank you very much for your generosity, Mr. Richard. Tomorrow I will report to the office.

- I will be waiting for you, Miss Macarena. I will talk to Human Resources to accept you immediately.

Macarena entered her rented room, took off her newly purchased heels, and began to jump for joy. He still couldn't believe what had just happened to him, but it did. And she was willing to do anything to not lose that opportunity to finally escape poverty.