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Putting Holes in the Glass Ceiling
The Chairman pushed his wiry framed spectacles up his face. He surveyed the board papers in front of him and cleared his throat, the rest of the room falling silent as he did so.
"Before we begin" he said in a dull monotone, "I want to welcome Sally to our board. She's one of the youngest appointees to a Director position and I don't have to tell you, she is also our first female". He paused and noticed the nods from other members around the table. "At least the press can't say we have a glass ceiling at this company anymore!" he said heartily, looking proud of himself for this comment.
The Chairman looked to his right where Sally was sitting. She was a young brunette with striking blue eyes. Unlike the other members of the board who were clad in black and grey business suits, Sally's was a pure white with a blouse that had its buttons opened to her navel, giving a hint of a red lacy bra underneath. Her skirt had a slit in the side that gave a hint of the black welt at the top of the tan-coloured stockings she was wearing.
"Now before we begin, let's call up for some drinks," the Chairman said. He looked at Sally. "Would you do the honours my dear?"
Sally bit her tongue at his language and the insinuation she was there more to help with aesthetics and serving drinks, rather than for the intellectual and talented product manager she was. She smiled at the room. "Of course not, I'm glad to," she said, walking to the opposite end of the table where a phone stood next to a pen and some paper. "What'll it be gentlemen?" she asked politely.
Kelly shifted in his seat. He was overweight and unsure of his future at the company despite his position of being married to the majority shareholder's daughter. He wanted a double frappuccino and a donut to satisfy his appetite but he was afraid that was out of step with the corporate culture. "Erm...a decaf black" he said to Sally, trying to sound convincing.
Hobson, who sat next to him in a brown bow tie, instinctively ordered the same but asked for a soy topping to the coffee.
Henshaw, the cocky young sales leader didn't hesitate to order a double espresso latte with extra steamed whole milk, being very particular with his order and glaring at Sally to make sure she knew he would disapprove if any part of it had been messed up.
The Chairman smiled and asked for the same. "Make that three," Kelly said, feeling he could indulge himself a little.
"Four please...but a cinnamon top on mine" the short man in a bow tie, Hobson, added.
Sally made the notes and was about to pick up the phone when it rang. She looked around the room where the men looked surprised at the interruption before picking up the phone. She listened intently for a few seconds before putting the phone down, a smile erupting on her face. The men looked at her expectantly. "The air conditioning people are here," she said.
The Chairman frowned. "The air conditioning?" he exclaimed, "In the middle of a board meeting?"
"I'm sorry sir" Sally said, "they just want to check the layout before they come back to do some work this evening". She saw the Chairman grumble something under his breath.
There was a knock at the door and Sally opened it. Three tall women walked into the room all dressed in the same uniform of tight leather pants and bowling shirts with their names sewn into the front. Luisa was a sleek, dark-eyed Latina and led the way, followed by a blonde woman with her hair tied back whose shirt name tag said Blanche, and finally a busty redhead called Clara. They all wore high leather boots with four inch heels and their hands were clad in skin-tight leather gloves up to their forearms. They each carried a black attaché case.
The Chairman looked confused and turned to face Sally. "Look, I do appreciate the sense of humour" he said loudly, "and I know it's important to feel like 'one of the boys', but I hardly think inviting strippers to our boardroom is the way to go about it". As he said the words, he glanced towards the women and his mind had to admit that if they were strippers, then he would not be too upset.
"Sir, I told you, they're air conditioning people" Sally replied, "can't you smell something in the air?"
Kelly and Henshaw exchanged glances. They looked suddenly a little concerned as to what the aroma in the air could be. The atmosphere in the room had changed and there was a mischievous smile on the face of their new colleague.
The three women placed their attaché cases at the end of the table and opened them. Kelly leaned over to Hobson next to him. "I never saw air conditioning people carry attaché cases...." he whispered to the older man.
Sally had retaken her seat next to the Chairman. The attaché cases snapped shut and the men in the room looked in astonishment at the three women who had each produced their own submachine gun with long extended suppressors on the barrels. Each woman slung a strap over their shoulder so they could comfortably carry them over their breasts but also raise the weapons to their shoulder in one quick move. The terrifying look of each weapon was enhanced with a red dot laser sight that hung just below the suppressor.
The three women stood at the end of the long table in the boardroom, each holding their gun with one hand on the pistol grip and the other on the foregrip in a low ready position, muzzles pointing down for now. The men cowered before them, too frightened to scream or shout for help, not that it would matter. For security reasons, the boardroom had been soundproofed several years ago.
"Like I said, they're ventilation experts" Sally said, grinning wildly. She undid another button on her blouse, her red bra now clearly visible. "Now I think it's time we start our business for the day and vote for a new chairperson. Don't bother looking at your agendas" she added quickly, "this is going to be an executive decision". She leaned back in her chair. "Let's proceed with the vote. Gentlemen, when I call your name, please stand. First up..." she surveyed the room before her eyes fixed on the first target, "...Mr Kelly"
The overweight executive was sweating profusely and looked shaky as he rose from his seat, gripping the table for support.
"Step away from the table" Sally commanded him. He took a few nervous steps back and Sally nodded towards Luisa.
The sultry Latina raised her Mac-10 submachine gun and rested it just below her breast, one gloved hand on the foregrip and the other around the pistol grip and the trigger. She let Kelly have a long stare down the bulbous black shape of the suppressor on her gun before pulling the trigger. Pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft. The red dot guided a gratuitously long stream of bullets into the chest of Kelly. The man flapped and flailed with his arms in a strange sort of dance but it just brought Luisa more pleasure. She liked to see how long she could keep her victim standing whilst she plugged them. Pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft. She managed several more bullets before Kelly finally fell and she released the trigger, the suppressor on her weapon smoking.
Sally turned to the man in the bowtie. "Hobson" she said simply. He didn't move. "Hobson!" Sally said sharper, making him jump a little. He looked at the dead body of Kelly on the floor next to him and whimpered. He slowly got up from his chair before making a mad dash to the door.
He didn't make it far. The redheaded Clara stepped into his path and aimed a solid kick that caught him square between the legs with the heel on her boot. Hobson let out a high cry of pain and fell backwards, grabbing at his crotch, his face red and in excruciating pain. He started to cry.
"Hey Hobson" Clara said, looking down at him, "get up and die like a man".
"No, no, no..." Hobson repeated, "no, please, no - AH!" He shouted in pain as Clara kicked him in the shins and forced him on to his back where he could look up at her face.
Clara smiled and took a step over him. She licked her lips as she took careful aim down the long barrel of her suppressed MP5A3. She made sure Hobson could see the smile on her face as the red dot from the laser sight travelled down his stomach towards his crotch.
"No...No....no...." Hobson whimpered on the floor.
Clara simply blew him a kiss before she stroked the trigger. Pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft. A short burst punctured Hobson's trousers and he howled as his manhood was shredded. Clara chuckled to herself before aiming at his stomach. Pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft. Another burst of suppressed gunfire silenced his shouts before a final burst into his head pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft painted the floor around him red.
"Mmmm" Clara moaned softly to herself. Her nipples were poking through the thin material of her shirt as she enjoyed the kill. She put the stock of the gun into her hip and raised the barrel to her lips, blowing the thin trail of smoke from it. She ejected the magazine from the MP5 and replaced it with a fresh one that was tucked into the back of her leather pants.
Sally was sitting and taking in the scene with an ecstatic face. It was time to continue the roll call. "Henshaw," she said, looking at the slick sales director.
Henshaw got out of his chair without flinching and stepped calmly away from the table. Blanche looked him up and down. He was neat and trim, just the way she liked her men. He wasn't looking scared or crying as the other men had done so. She wondered if the thought of getting cleanly executed by a sexy blonde hitwoman in leather pants and boots using a submachine gun was something the sales director had fantasised about.
She raised her FN-P90 submachine gun to her shoulder, a 50-round magazine already locked and loaded in place, one gloved hand by the trigger, the other at the end of the foregrip just before the long suppressor. Blanche aimed the red dot at Henshaw's belly button and pulled the trigger.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp. The fast cycling weapon riddled his stomach, spitting shell casings to the side as it did so. Blanche kept her finger on the trigger but made an upward motion with the gun. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp. She created a neat line all the way between Henshaw's belly and throat, before another sharp motion -brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp- found his head which was blown to pieces. Blanche let the gun rest for a second as Henshaw fell to his knees, unrecognisable from what he had been. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp. Blanche emptied the rest of the magazine into his head, turning it to pulp.
"Oh fuck, oh yes!" Blanche moaned, finding a release and taking her hand off the foregrip of the gun to touch the front of her leather pants. She knew the satin thong underneath would already be soaked through. She breathed deeply and then looked sheepishly at the others. "Sorry" she added, "couldn't help it".
"And then there was one," Clara said ominously. Chik-chik. She chambered a round into her MP5 and looked towards the Chairman, her nipples so erect that it looked like they might burst through the bowling shirt.
Blanche cleared her throat. "Clara, I think Sally would like to do the honours". She gave her colleague a look and Clara lowered her weapon again.
"I'd love to," Sally said. She gave the Chairman a kiss on the cheek and stood from her chair, walking to the side of the room with the three women and looking in Blanche's attaché case. She took off her white jacket, revealing the short sleeve blouse underneath before picking out a pair of elbow length leather gloves.
She eased them onto her arms and flexed her hands in them. Then she picked up the pistol from the case. It was a Glock 30, already loaded with hollow point .45 bullets. It was a powerful weapon in her hands and she liked the way it felt. She sauntered back towards the Chairman, threading an 8-inch suppressor onto the gun as she did so that more than doubled the Glock's length.
The Chairman was cowering and looking speechless as she approached him, terrified of the sight of her threading the suppressor and knowing that it could only mean one thing. He tried to protect his head with his hands.
"Don't bother Larry" Sally mocked him. She aimed the pistol towards his crotch. "Hmm, I wonder what it looks like," she said out loud before firing. Pfft. Her nipples hardened inside her red lacy bra cup as she felt the power of the shot through her body and heard the Chairman shout in pain.
"AHHH!!" he called out, "W-why? S-s-sally? W-w-What the hell d-d-do you think you're d-do-do-doing?" he stammered.
Sally gave him a big smile. "Just putting a few holes in the glass ceiling, my dear" she said, echoing the way he had said that to her before the meeting. She took a step back and assumed a good firing position, both hands supporting the gun. Pfft, pfft, pfft. She put three bullets into his forehead, the hollow points blowing him open and exploding his head. He slid down his chair, leaving a gory trail of blood and brain matter as he did so.
The phone rang and Sally broke from her reverie to go and answer it. Blanche stopped her and instead pressed the speakerphone button. Sally heard the voice of Ms. Landon, her secretary.
"Miss, what's happening? Is everybody alright? Security is on their way". She sounded concerned.
Blanche silenced the call. Sally looked perplexed. "I don't get it" she said, "this room is soundproof" She wondered how anybody could have heard the massacre.
"We must have set off the smoke alarms," Luisa offered. It was a good explanation. The room smelled of burning metal and cordite from the over 100 bullets that had been spent and the ground was littered with empty shell casings around the women's heels.
"Ah shit, I'm sorry girls" Sally said, worried their plans may not work.
"It'll be a while before the cops get here," Clara said, looking out the window at the city streets 60 floors below them. "We'll just have to wade through some security dudes, that's all" The thought of pulling the trigger again was making the redhead grin with anticipation. Sally nodded and disassembled the Glock and took off her gloves, putting them all in one of the attaché cases whilst Blanche reloaded her FN-P90 and Luisa changed the magazine on her Mac-10.
"Ready to play your part?" Blanche asked Sally. The young executive nodded as she put her jacket back on and Blanche put on a protective mask. She reached into her pocket for a vial and broke the seal, waving it in front of Sally. Within a second, Sally had crumpled to the floor as if she had been knocked out.
The three professional killers left the boardroom, attaché cases in one hand and submachine guns in the other, ready to strike. They headed towards the stairwell that would take them the two floors to the roof. As they approached the door, they heard four security guards wheezing and climbing the stairs.
The four men emerged onto the floor only to be confronted by the elongated muzzles of Luisa and Clara's guns. Pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft, pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft. They both opened fire indiscriminately, hosing the men down and laughing as they did so. Pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft, pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft. Luisa finished her entire magazine before stepping over the fallen men with Blanche and heading up.
Clara stayed a few seconds. Pfft-pfft-pft, pfft-pfft-pfft, pfft-pfft-pfft, pfft-pfft-pfft. She gave a short burst into each of the men's heads to finish her MP5 and moaned softly, "mmmmmm". She wanted to stay and fondle her breasts but Blanche's voice called down from above.
"Clara, come on, the chopper's here!". Clara broke from her enjoyment to sprint up the stairs and join the other women. The chopper had landed right on cue on the roof and the three women bundled inside, strapping themselves and leaving the scene as quickly as possible. They couldn't wait to go to their meeting place and enjoy the rest of their evening.
About twenty minutes later the police and fire rescue teams reached the boardroom, wheezing after climbing the 60 flights of stairs that were required after the fire alarms shut off the elevators. They stepped over the slaughtered security guards in horror and made their way to the boardroom. They miraculously found one board member still alive. A young brunette appeared to have been knocked out but was otherwise unharmed. A week later, she was confirmed as the company's new chairperson.
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