Lynda was forced to lay down on the floor, then secured with
tape. By squirming, she was able to have a look at Sandy and Karen.
Sandy was sitting on the floor, her back to the wall, legs tied
up at the ankles and knees, and her arms tied behind her back.
Karen was laying hogdied on the carpet. She saw the black high
heeled boots of the evil woman walk inches from her face.
« Quite a good looking little bunch of friends you have
here, Karen. »
Karen muffled something through her gag. Lynda couldn't heard,
but she was sure it wasn't any compliments.
« Oh, sorry my dear » she said with a sarcastic tone
« I have forgotten about your gag. Let me help you »
she said while removing the scarf that was filling Karen's mouth.
« Melinda! You're putting yourself, and your company in
deep shit, you know that? »
« What an awful language. You should not talk like that
» the dark lady said while putting back the gag on Karen.
« Now, you listen to me... Bitch! »
Karen's eyes widened. That really pissed her off.
« You know, as I know, that MY magazine is better than yours,
and that MY philosophy of dressing up is better than yours. Leather
is better than the cheap denim you wear. »
Karen struggled, attempting to get free. In the meantime, Sandy
was slightly moving away. Slowly. Centimeter by centimeter. «
Another 15cm and I'm there » she thought. Melinda continued.
« I've already proposed a deal so out 2 magazines would
fuse together. I would own 55% of the shares, and you the rest.
You refused. »
Karen said something that sounded like a disapproval.
« Then I offered to buy your company, and again you refused.
You see, the fact is that you seem to draw more attention with
your adventures, thus selling more copies than me, which is illogical,
since tight leather is THE real fabric. So now, you will simply
GIVE me all the shares of your company. Don't worry, you'll have
a place on the board meeting... along with the dogs! »
Melinda picked up a briefcase and took out a bunch of legal papers.
« Now, Karen, you will sign these, giving away your company
and magazine to me. »
Karen protested, but she was not in a winning situation right
now. Malinda untied her right hand, leaving the left one linked
with her ankles, put the pile of papers in front of Karen and
waited.
« You don't have any choices, my dear. I know that with
your jeans that tight, and your legs bent this way, the blood
circulation is going to be cut in a short while, which is going
to be painful, especially when they'll have to amputate you »
She turned around with a loud and evil laugh, going to the kitchen,
and taking a bottle of beer out of the refrigirator. Sandy used
that time to get where she wanted : to a nail head sticking out
of the base of the wall. She thought that she might be able to
cut the rope. She started the process, which proved to be more
difficult than she had thought. It's going to take a while, but
she will succeed.
Melinda came back, put her two leather encased foot in front of
Karen.
« I'm waiting.... S IGN! NOW! »
Karen protested, but the gag prevented any intelligible sound
from getting out. Melinda turned around her, poking her with the
pointed toe or the heel. Karen's legs were starting to get numb.
She wouldn't have any choice. Reluctantly, she took the pen and
started signing the papers. Immediately, Sandy and Lynda started
screaming, telling her not to do it. After all the papers were
done, Karen shed a tear.
« Very good my dear! You're a good girl! »
Melinda grabbed the papers, put it back on the briefcase, then
tied the right wrist back with the other, leaving her hogtied,
and was about to leave when she turned around.
« My, my, my. I forgot. It must be awfully uncomfortable
to be like this. Let me help. »
Karen had a sigh of releife thinking that she was going to be
let out of that hogtie position, but instead, Melinda took Sandy
off the wall, not noticing that the ropes were starting to wear
out, put Karen in a seated position, and positionned them back
to back, criss-crossing her arms on each other's stomach.
« There » she said « Much better. » and
headed for the door.
« By the way, Karen, the first meeting of the new Board
of directors is tomorrow morning at 08 :00. If you're not there,
you're out... that was in the contract you signed. Ha, ha ha »
Her laugh faded as the door closed. Then they heard the sound
of a truck getting away. Karen and sandy squirmed, trying to get
lose, but there was no way. Sandy's ropes were still too strong.
Then Sandy had an idea. Since Lynda is tied up with tape, that's
much easier to break using a nail. She gestured at Lyndy to look
at the wall. She saw the nail and understood the plan. She started
moving, like a worm, on the floor to get to the nail. She was
slightly regretting having her jeans dried on the sun. They were
way to tight for this kind of activity. It took her half an hour
just to reach the wall. She still had to get her wrists to the
nail. She turned her back to the wall. No, too much to the left.
She twisted to place herself at just the right place. No, too
far on the other side this time. Finally, she got it. A few tearing
from the nail, and her wrists were free! It was now the turn of
the elbows. Again, she twisted to get into position. With her
writst free, she was able to put a lot of strain on the tape,
so at the first tearing from the nail, it snapped. The shoulder
tape was removed easily. She undid her legs bonds and hurried
to free Karen who's legs were deeply asleep.
« Thanks Lynda. You saved us. » said Karen, rubbing
her legs.
« Well, thanks Sandy. It was her idea. »
« It's not the time to argue who saved who. We have to stop
that fraud on legs, right Karen? »
« There's no rush. We have plenty of time to get ourselfes
ready for tomorrow. Even more since she doesn't expect to find
me, and even less the three of us at that same meeting. »
« But she has the signed papers. You gave her the ownership
of the magazine. »
« Yes... At leaste, that's what SHE thinks. » she
said with an evil smile.
« Ooo, I like that look » said Sandy « That's
usually when you have a good plan. But what do you mean, by that?
»
« She thinks she has my signature, but she hasn't. »
« I don't get it » said Lynda.
« Come with me tomorrow, and you'll understand everything.
Especially you Lynda. I will need your lawyer skills. »
The next morning, Sandy joined Karen and Lynda, who had slept
at Karen's house, for breakfast and plan meeting. Lynda joined
them at the table, wearing the stardard lawer skirt and dress
jacket.
« What the heck is that? » asked Karen.
« What do you mean. That's my working clothes. »
« You can't wear that. » said Sandy
« Why? It's my... You're not going to tell me that I HAVE
to wear tight jeans to go to work now that I've tasted them and
that I like them.? »
« Exactly » said Karen « if you're true to your
feelings. Feel comfortable in those? »
« Well... » she answered, blushing, « I feel
lost. I miss the hugging. »
« Then change to what you like » said Karen.
« I can't. This kind of dressing is not accepted in court.
No judge will accept me dressed that way, and I'm a too little
lawer to start a big fight about dressing rights on the job, without
saying that the firm I work for will lay me off. It was a close
call when I told them that I had to stay here to help you about
that take over fraud. They think I'm doing free stuff. They're
a bunch of rats! »
« Hummm... Looks like you need a new job. » said Karen.
« Well... »
« I've always wanted a lawer at the company, instead of
paying one on when I need it, since I almost always have something
to ask. What would you think of working for me? »
« Euh... That's kind of quick... I don't know much about
your company, and the pay. I mean, I won't work for less... without
wanting to hurt you in any ways, Karen. »
« You don't hurt me at all. I think we can work something
out. But for now, if you want to defend the magazine at that board
meeting, you're gonna have to dress accordignly, meaning... »
« ... meaning tight jeans and high heels. Okay, I'll do
it for this time. As for your offer, we'll have to discuss it
in more details. »
Since she had only one pair of tight jeans, type 4, and one pair of high heels, the wedge platforms, that's how Lynda joined Karen and Sandy to the board meeting led by Melinda the bitch as they started to call her. Karen had chose type 3 jeans, so that Lynda doesn't look too off alone with type 4, and red thigh high boots. Sandy, for her part, went on with type 2, knowing that she was going to spend the whole day sitting, and white closed toes platform shoes.
They entered the board meeting room, all at once, seconds after
Melinda had announced that she had take control of Karen's magazine.
Everybody looked at them, and Melinda lost her tongue.
« Excuse me for intruding, but I beleive that I'm part of
this board of directors » she said, giving a frantic look
at Melinda. « May I present you Sandy, my secretary and
conselor, and a new addition to my company, Lynda, my personnal
lawer. »
Everybody kept silence, except Melinda.
« I... I'm sorry, Karen, but you don't have a company no
more. Remember, you signed the papers, of your own free will.
»
« Yes, Melinda, I did. »
« There, you admit it. Now take back that lawer of yours
in it's stupid tight denim ensemble, and get out! »
« Not so fast, if you don't mind. » Karen said, looking
at the board of directors, 8 people in all. « Yes, I signed
of my free own will. What she doesn't tell you, is that I, along
with Sandy and Lynda, were tied up at the moment. She put the
documents in front of me, and asked me to sign, freeing my right
hand to do so. I had the choice to sign or not. I chose to sign...
»
« Where are you going with that. You signed. We all agree
on that. Now w... »
« If Miss Melinda would let me finish, as all my friends
know, and since you're not one of my friends, you didn't knew,
I'm... left-handed. Making that signature invalid. Am I right,
Lynda? »
« Yes, you're perfectly right. Those documents are invalid.
And as a witness, I can concure with how these things happened,
since I was myself tied up with Karen and Sandy when miss Melinda,
here, came to Karen's summer house to force her to give away her
magazine. »
Melinda was speechless. She sat down slowly, thinking of a way
to get out of there.
« I'm using this opportunity to offer to buy Leather Unlimited,
at half the shares values, which are, I'm sorry to say, in their
all time low these days. It's either that, or I go to court for
abduction and blackmail... which should put the shares even lower
than that. »
« You can't do that Karen » screamed Melinda, boiling.
« You have no proofs of what you're accusing me of. Those
2 withnesses are your own employees. You could have made them
tell whatever you want. »
« Oh, I'm sorry Melinda. I guess you didn't knew about the
security system of my summer house. Every roomed is under constant
watch by cameras. I have you, and all you did to us, live, in
color and with sound. »
Melinda went from red to white. Karen thought for a minute that
she was going to collapse. One of the men at the table, short
gray hairs, must have been over 60 years old, slowly got up.
« If you don't mind, miss Karen, I think we have some things
to discuss with Melinda. Would you excuse us for a few moments?
»
« But of course » said Karen with a smile. She walked
out of the room, followed by Sandy and Lynda, giving a BIG smile
to Melinda on the way. The door closed behind them.
Half an hour later, the same man opened the door and invited the
three ladies to join them. Melinda was still sitting at the table,
but had totally lost her arrogant expresson of godess. The man
started.
« We have discussed your proposal, and, even though it's
close to blackmail, we have to admit that it is not. You have
a deal. We'll going to sell you Leather Unlimited for half the
current value of the actions. Also, we don't think that it's still
right for Melinda, who had done something illegal and dishonest.
If you want to take her to court, we will not oppose, and even
invite you to do so. But the decision is yours. »
Karen was all joy. This was turning out even better that she had
thought.
« Thank you members of the board of directors. I have to
tell you that the magazine will continue to exist. Even though
I much prever tight denim, leather is not that bad, and the two
magazines should coexist in harmony. I'll meet with you in 2 weeks
to discuss the new orientations of the magazine, who will be focusing
around the beauty of tigh tleather, instead of putting down tight
denim. Thank you. »
Karen bowed slightly and exited the room. Just before passing
the door, she turned to Melinda.
« You come with me. I have something special in mind for
you. »
Melinda swallowed her pride and followed her. She had no choice.
