Chapter 3: Rising Action
Thad sat behind the imposing oak desk in Mrs. Winkler's office, his muscular form dwarfing the chair as he surveyed the room. His legs were spread wide, and his thick, veined arms rested casually on the arms of the chair. His mind was racing with excitement at the prospect of turning the conservative magazine into a purely pornographic publication.
He glanced over at Mrs. Winkler, who was perched anxiously on one of the chairs in front of the desk.
She had always known that Thad was a force to be reckoned with, but she had never expected him to take control so easily or decisively.
He looked at her with a gleam in his eyes and an arrogant smirk on his lips. His muscles bulging with power, every line and curve of his body made it clear that he was the one in charge now.
"So, Mrs. Winkler," he began, folding his hands on the desk.
"As you know, I've taken over as editor-in-chief of this magazine."
"Yes, Mr. Thaddeus," Mrs. Winkler replied hesitantly, her eyes flicking over his massive form.
"Good," Thad continued, leaning forward in his chair. "Now, I think it's time we made some changes around here.
I want to shift the focus of the magazine to a more - how do I put it? - adult-oriented market."
Mrs. Winkler blinked in surprise. "Adult-oriented?" she echoed, her voice shaking slightly.
Thad nodded. "Yes, Mrs. Winkler. I'm talking about turning this magazine into a pornographic publication. I want to hire new photographers, models, and writers who can specialize in this new direction. And I'm going to need your help, as my secretary, to make sure everything runs smoothly."
Mrs.
Winkler looked at Thad with wide eyes, swallowing nervously. She had always known that he was a force to be reckoned with, but she never imagined that he would push the boundaries like this. After all, she was the one who had hired him in the first place, believing that he would be a valuable asset to the company. But now, she was not so sure.
Thad leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. "Of course, my dear Mrs. Winkler.
I'll be relying on you for assistance in assessing new talent for the magazine, and I expect nothing short of perfection. Do we understand each other?" Thad's voice was firm and assertive, leaving no room for negotiation. Mrs. Winkler gulped hard before responding, "Yes, Mr. Thaddeus, I understand." She could only imagine how intimidating he would be in the world of pornographic publishing.
Thad's eyes glinted with determination as he leaned forward in his chair, his massive arms still folded over his chest. "Good.
That's settled then," Thad said, his voice royal and commanding. "Now let us discuss the talent I have lined up for our first issue. We have a dozen new faces, ready and eager to showcase their assets."
Mrs. Winkler's lips pursed in disapproval, and her gaze darted between Thad's grim visage and the imposing stacks of paper on the desk. There was nothing subtle about Thad's approach, and she felt a cold sweat forming on her brow.
"Mrs.
Winkler, it's time for a new era in this magazine, and I'm the man to lead it. With your help, of course." Thad locked eyes with her, his gaze unwavering.
Despite her misgivings, Mrs. Winkler couldn't help but be impressed by Thad's confidence and determination. She had never met anyone quite like him before - someone who could so effortlessly take control of a room, let alone an entire magazine.
Gradually, Mrs.
Winkler's face softened, and she nodded her head. "Of course, Mr. Thaddeus. I'll assist you in any way that I can," she said with a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
Thad hardly noticed Mrs. Winkler's hesitation, as his thoughts had already shifted to the next order of business. "I'll arrange to have the new talent brought in for their auditions within the next few days," Thad stated matter-of-factly.
Just then, a knock at the door interrupted their conversation. Thad called out for whoever it was to enter, and in walked a group of young women, each one more gorgeous than the last. Their skimpy outfits barely concealed their ample assets, and they exuded an air of confidence and sexiness.
"Ah, here are our first batch of candidates," Thad announced, his eyes scanning the group with a predatory gaze.
Mrs. Winkler suppressed a shiver at the intensity in Thad's eyes as he looked over the potential models. She had never seen him like this before, and it was a little unsettling. But she had promised to help him, and she intended to keep her word.
Thad stood up from behind the desk, his towering form casting a long shadow over the room. He approached the group of women, his stride confident and purposeful. They looked up at him with a mixture of fear and excitement in their eyes.
"Hi, I'm Bella," she introduced herself, her voice clear and confident. "I've been modeling for five years now, and I've worked with some of the biggest names in the industry."
Thad nodded, taking in her curves with a practiced eye. "Very well, Bella. Let's see what you can do." He seemed to stand a bit taller next to her, her use of the word biggest seeming to make him grow ever so slightly larger in the cramped room.
She glanced up at him, watching as his body bulged with muscle. The thought of him taking charge was thrilling, but it was also a little intimidating. He had such a commanding presence, like a predator stalking its prey.
But Bella was no lamb to be led to slaughter. No, she was a fierce, confident woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. She looked up at him defiantly, daring him to try and intimidate her.
Thad briefed the models on the shoot, laying out his expectations clearly and without hesitation.
"I want to see every inch of you," he instructed, his voice low and commanding. "Nothing held back. No secrets. Understand?"
The women nodded eagerly, their eyes wide with excitement and anticipation. They had never been spoken to like this before - with such raw, unbridled passion and intensity.
Thad's gaze lingered on Bella, who seemed unafraid of his intimidating presence. She met his eyes squarely, her gaze unflinching.
"You," Thad said, pointing at her.
Thad watched her with a critical eye, taking in every curve and contour of her body. She was clearly an experienced model, but Thad wasn't just looking for someone who could follow directions - he wanted someone who could truly embody the spirit of the new direction he had in mind for the magazine.
As Bella continued to pose, Thad leaned forward in his chair, his eyes narrowing with interest. "Very good," he said at last, his voice low and measured. "But I want to see more."
Bella hesitated for just a moment before nodding in understanding.
She had never encountered a man like Thad before, and she was intrigued by his dominance and command. He was unlike any director she had ever worked with, and she was eager to see where this path would lead.
Thad saw potential in Bella, but she lacked the bust and curves needed in this new iteration of the magazine. He made a disapproving face as he told Bella
to leave the room, stating he would call if he needed her again.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Winkler took notes and wrote down the details of each model's audition as Thad instructed her to. She was the epitome of professionalism, despite the growing unease that was creeping in. The office was becoming increasingly tense as the line between business and pleasure grew more and more blurred.
Thad called in the next model, and Mrs. Winkler sighed with relief as the busty brunette walked in, wearing a low-cut top and tight jeans.
"Stacy, come on in," Thad said warmly. "Have a seat." Stacy grinned, her eyes scanning Thad's impressive physique hungrily. She knew what Thad wanted from her, and she was here to deliver.
Thad wasn't one for niceties or small talk. After a quick introduction, he got straight to the point.
"So, Stacy, tell me a little about yourself," Thad said, his deep voice dripping with authority. Stacy's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Well Mr. Thaddeus, my name is Stacy, and like, I'm so excited to show off my huge titties today!"
she exclaimed, thrusting her chest forward provocatively. Thad's eyes lit up with anticipation as he imagined the kind of explicit content he could create with Stacy.
"Perfect, Stacy. I want you to strip down for me, nice and slow. And once you're naked, I want you to play with those big tits of yours," Thad ordered, his voice dripping with authority.
Stacy eagerly complied, stripping off her top and jeans until she was standing before him in nothing but a tiny pair of lace panties.
She slowly peeled them off, revealing her perfectly waxed pussy. Thad couldn't help the growl that escaped his lips as he took in her curves - her round, firm ass, her perky tits, her toned stomach. He knew that she was the perfect fit for the direction he had in mind for the magazine.
Thad watched as Stacy slowly ran her hands over her body, cupping her tits and squeezing them before fondling her erect nipples. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, the sound making Thad's pulse quicken.
She was short but very curvy and her breasts were even bigger than Mrs. Winkler's
. Thad felt his cock throb in his pants as he stared at Stacy's perfect cleavage.
"Alright Stacy, I want you to touch yourself for me," Thad commanded, his voice thick with lust.
She responded by slipping off her lace panties and spreading her legs wide open. Thad watched as she slipped a hand down between her thighs and started to slowly rub her clit. He let out a low groan of approval as he watched her fingers glide back and forth against her engorged bud.
Her breathing became shallow and erratic as she approached her climax.
"I want to see you make yourself cum, Stacy," Thad growled, his voice dripping with lust.
"Oh God, yes," she moaned, her hips bucking up off the ground as she reached her peak.
Thad watched as she rode out her orgasm, her body trembling with pleasure. He felt his own desire spike as he watched her like this - completely unrestrained and unafraid to show her passion.
"What else do you want me to do, boss?" she asked saucecily, pressing her big tits together in a provocative display. Thad could feel himself growing even harder at the sight of her trembling body and the wicked gleam in her eye.
"Take these off," he demanded, grabbing her lace bra and ripping it away from her tits, revealing her fully naked body. She gasped at the abruptness, but her eyes never left his. She was his to command, and she seemed eager to please him.
"I want my giant balls tended to. Get down below my desk and start sucking while I bring in the next girl to show off
her tits," Thad said, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. His cock sprung free, already hard and ready for action.
Stacy eagerly obeyed, sliding to her knees and crawling under the desk. She wrapped her lips around his shaft, swirling her tongue around the head and savoring the salty taste of his precum.
Meanwhile, Thad called in the next model, a tall blonde with long legs and an even bigger set of tits than Stacy.
Her name was Trinity and she was equally excited to show off her assets to Thad and his team.
Trinity stood before Thad, confident and sexy in her skimpy outfit. Thad could feel his cock throbbing as he looked her up and down.
"What's your name, gorgeous?" Thad asked with a grin, his eyes taking in every inch of her perfect body.
"Trinity," she replied, batting her eyelashes coyly.
Trinity then followed Stacy's example, stripping down to her bare essentials.
Thad's eyes glazed over as he took in her perfect hourglass figure and voluptuous breasts.
"You're a sight for sore eyes, Trinity," Thad said, admiring her curves. "I can't wait to see what you can do."
"I won't disappoint, Mr. Thaddeus," Trinity replied, biting her bottom lip in anticipation.
She started to perform a seductive dance, moving her hips and body in time with the music playing in her head.
Winkler watched as it became clear that Thad was going to fill the office with huge busted bimbos who will do anything to get a photo in the magazine. She wanted to protest against this craven display but she had no choice but to go along with it. She knew he was capable of growing even larger if she didn't choose her words carefully.
And Bella sat in the hallway, dejected by her dismissal from the casting room. Her
hopes had been so high when she had entered the office, but now they were dashed. She wasn't "big" enough, she thought miserably.
Back in the casting room, Thad was becoming increasingly aroused by Trinity's performance. Mrs. Winkler watched with a mixture of disgust and awe as Thad grew larger and larger before her eyes. She knew she had to do something to stop him, but she was too afraid to speak up.