"Send him in." Anna Preston, owner and CEO of major industrial conglomerate Technark Inc smiled to herself as she lifted her manicured finger off the intercom button. It had taken more time than she would have liked to track down the young clone detailed in the mission reports the Trust's operative at the Pentagon had been able to copy. But finally the approach had been made via his school and it seemed that the bait that had been dangled had been too juicy to resist, fortunate considering snatching the young human would have attracted unwanted attention.
Rising to her feet as the door opened, Anna smoothed her jacket and put on her most charming smile. Manipulating this child should not be difficult considering her beauty and the vulnerability of the human male to those charms.
Soon this young O'Neill would serve the very thing his elder self had fought to destroy. It was a fitting symmetry, justice even.
Jack should be suspicious by nature, but he'd made a conscious effort to be a bit more trusting, to change himself from his older version, and as all the memories of his other life had faded a little bit and he had instead thrown himself into being a teenager again, he'd gotten pretty good at giving people the benefit of the doubt more often than not.
Which was why, when he landed an amazing internship opportunity via the school, he didn't think anything of it. If anything he would expect the air force or the sgc to be behind it, maybe somewhere the colonel was taking care of his clone. Whatever the reason, he was pretty psyched to be here, he found these days that he actually quite enjoyed learning, maybe it was because it was easier now he was younger, with all the adult him's existing knowledge as a base, or maybe it's because he really is a different person. Either way, he's looking forward to this.
He smiles at the woman as he enters the room, crossing over to her quickly and holding her hand out.
"Ms Preston? Jack O'Neill, thank you so much for this opportunity ma'am."
Anna already knew what Jack looked like, surveillance photos having been provided by her minions. He was still a little gawky, but that was only to be expected, for once she didn't have to waste any time analysing his potential, not when she knew all that his genetic other had somehow achieved.
"Please Jack, call me Anna." She answered warmly, shaking his hand with a firm grip and gesturing over to a couple of plush couches over at one side of the office. Leading the way, she settled herself down on one of them, crossing long smooth legs in an entirely too languid way designed to capture the young man's attention.
"Now, perhaps you'd like to tell me what you'll be able to offer this company?"
The familiarity was unexpected, but he nodded a little awkwardly and followed her over to the couches. When she sat so sensuously he found his throat feeling suddenly a little dry, there was something about her manner that indicated she was interested in him and that couldn't be right, surely? He was a dorky teenager, however much his confidence impressed high school girls, adults found it hard to look past his teenage exterior however mature he sounded - even Carter had struggled with it.
He sat quickly, suddenly forgetting all his rehearsed lines, and having to take a moment to compose himself before launching into it.
"Well ma'am, I mean, Anna, I'm a hard worker and I do really good in school, I'm looking for new challenges and places to apply myself, and-" and so on and so on, rehearsed little spiels filled with buzzwords.
Anna didn't miss the change in his manner at her movement and hid a smirk, she had been doing this for far too long to miss the signs, even the experiences of his adult self as nothing compared to her.
"Very interesting." She nodded, hiding the fact that she couldn't care less about his petty accomplishments behind a look of keen interest. Humans attached value to the most ridiculous things, it was a weakness which her kind her exploited in them many times before and would again.
"We think you might be a good fit here, but first tell me Jack, do you think I'm attractive?" She asked casually, shaking her blonde locks as she gave him a quizzical look, her crystal blue eyes meeting his as she shifted position in such a way as to cause the top button of her blouse to pop open, revealing the top of her full cleavage, her attention seemingly too fixed on him to notice.
"I-uh... what?" He blinked, surely he had misunderstood that question? Or misheard her or something, she couldn't possibly have actually asked that... His gaze strayed inexorably to her revealed cleavage and he could feel his pulse quicken. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he dragged his eyes back to her face and tried for a polite smile.
"Yes?" He replied,hoping it was a passable answer for whatever she'd actually asked, because it couldn't possibly have been that, right?
"For one so young you're very attractive." She mused pleased with his admission, lingering on the last word, her voice dropping into a purr as she shifted her legs, causing her skirt to ride up and reveal considerably more creamy thigh.
"Tell me, is there something you would like to do about that?" She cocked her head, licking her lips and giving the young man a wanton smile.
She thought he was attractive? Surely this couldn't be happening, there was no mistaking the fact she was definitely flirting with him, and that sort of thing just didn't go on outside of pornography or teenage wet dreams - and yet here she was, her movements deliberate and obvious, her tone leaving no room for misunderstanding. He swallowed hard, wishing he could call upon the years of experience that apparently seem to have fled him in this moment.
"Well," he started awkwardly "There's a lot of things I'd like to do about it but none of them really seem appropriate."
The young clone's confusion really was amusing, and Astarte made no effort to help him, the smouldering look she was sending him surely enough to set his young heart all a-flutter.
"Such as?" She enquired with a curious cock of her head. "You can start by telling me I'm the most beautiful woman you've ever seen." She smiled cattily, leaning her head back to run a hand through silky blonde locks, every inch the goddess that she claimed to be.
"W-well I mean... yea... obviously..." he might be an awkward teenager now but he knows enough to know you do not tell a woman she isn't the most beautiful you've ever seen, especially when she was looking at you like that. Besides, it wasn't a difficult sentiment to agree with - she was stunning.
"B-but you're my boss, right? Isn't this... I mean," he cleared his throat, trying to summon some of his former composure "I'm pretty sure they say you're not supposed to flirt with your boss..."
"Then why don't you show me?" She observed idly, pouting slightly at the human's continuing reticence, arranging her delicate features into a look of faint disappointment.
"Does that really matter? We have a more liberal approach to natural desires here, now, come." She crooked a finger to beckon him over, simultaneously patting a spot on the couch next to her.
He was experienced enough to know this was pretty weird, what would a pretty woman like her want with a dorky teenager? But whatever this was, some kind of power trip or test or.. Well he didn't really have an explanation, maybe she had a thing for younger men, but he was full of enough hormones to not want to look this particular gift horse in the mouth, so when she invited him over to the couch he gave in and moved over to sit beside her, flashing what he hoped was a rogueish smile.
"I mean I'm glad you realise it's only natural, I mean, look at you..." he gestured to her with a nervous laugh "who could resist?"
"Who indeed?" She preened, running a hand through silky golden locks and tossing her head in such a way that said she thought the compliment entirely justified. Her blue eyes smouldering, she leaned in the moment he sat down, shifting sideways so that she was right up beside him, the air heady with her perfume and the slightest hint of potent alien pheromone.
"What more do you wish to tell me?" She asked, cocking her head as she reached over to run a feather light touch up his thigh.
"I...uh..." his head was swimming, he couldn't tell if it was just the strangeness of the situation or something in the air, but he was rapidly getting too dazed by it to really question too deeply, especially when the light brush of her fingers sent shivers of arousal through him. He shifted in his seat, rearranging his arms to try and hide his obviously growing arousal, looking up at her with dilated eyes.
"I...what do you want me to tell you? I'll tell you anything..." was that wrong? That was probably wrong, he shouldn't be offering himself up to her like this, but at the same time it felt like the right thing to do.
The effect that she had on him was simply too amusing, she was a goddess, and like all humans he was merely putty in her hands.
"Tell me anything? You mean to lie to me?" She asked with a falsely shocked tone, pouting a little at the thought although her blue eyes were full of laughter. Reaching over she took a hold of his arm, taking hold of it gently and guiding it over to rest on the warm skin of her thigh under her skirt.
"No I'd never lie to you," he hurried to correct himself, unable to really focus through the fog of his mind but knowing that he wanted to please her.
His gaze was drawn to her thigh where she'd moved his hand and he swallowed nervously, but his fingers automatically curled around the smooth skin beneath her skirt, squeezing slightly before sliding down towards the hem of her skirt, intent on slipping his fingers under the fabric.
"Good." She reached up to fondle his hair running her hand through it gently, then using the hold to gently pull him toward her, lips parting as she pressed them to his.
Astarte could see in his eyes that she had him already, the human's own hormones doing most of the work for her, hardly surprising given the extraordinary beauty of her host. Flexing her leg in such a way as to help move his hand upward she deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth for a moment before she pulled back with a smile, daring him to do more.
Jack wasn't entirely sure what was going on, he definitely hadn't thought this morning that his day was going to reach a point where he was kissing a beautiful, older woman, hand halfway up her skirt and her movements only encouraging him to do more. When she pulled back to smile at him he smiled dazedly back before leaning in again, desperate for another kiss. His fingers crept teasingly up her leg, the fabric of her skirt bunching up around his wrist. He twisted his hand round to ghost lightly up her inner thigh, encouraging her to part her legs.
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"Send him in." Anna Preston, owner and CEO of major industrial conglomerate Technark Inc smiled to herself as she lifted her manicured finger off the intercom button. It had taken more time than she would have liked to track down the young clone detailed in the mission reports the Trust's operative at the Pentagon had been able to copy. But finally the approach had been made via his school and it seemed that the bait that had been dangled had been too juicy to resist, fortunate considering snatching the young human would have attracted unwanted attention.
Rising to her feet as the door opened, Anna smoothed her jacket and put on her most charming smile. Manipulating this child should not be difficult considering her beauty and the vulnerability of the human male to those charms.
Soon this young O'Neill would serve the very thing his elder self had fought to destroy. It was a fitting symmetry, justice even.
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Jack should be suspicious by nature, but he'd made a conscious effort to be a bit more trusting, to change himself from his older version, and as all the memories of his other life had faded a little bit and he had instead thrown himself into being a teenager again, he'd gotten pretty good at giving people the benefit of the doubt more often than not.
Which was why, when he landed an amazing internship opportunity via the school, he didn't think anything of it. If anything he would expect the air force or the sgc to be behind it, maybe somewhere the colonel was taking care of his clone. Whatever the reason, he was pretty psyched to be here, he found these days that he actually quite enjoyed learning, maybe it was because it was easier now he was younger, with all the adult him's existing knowledge as a base, or maybe it's because he really is a different person. Either way, he's looking forward to this.
He smiles at the woman as he enters the room, crossing over to her quickly and holding her hand out.
"Ms Preston? Jack O'Neill, thank you so much for this opportunity ma'am."
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"Please Jack, call me Anna." She answered warmly, shaking his hand with a firm grip and gesturing over to a couple of plush couches over at one side of the office. Leading the way, she settled herself down on one of them, crossing long smooth legs in an entirely too languid way designed to capture the young man's attention.
"Now, perhaps you'd like to tell me what you'll be able to offer this company?"
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The familiarity was unexpected, but he nodded a little awkwardly and followed her over to the couches. When she sat so sensuously he found his throat feeling suddenly a little dry, there was something about her manner that indicated she was interested in him and that couldn't be right, surely? He was a dorky teenager, however much his confidence impressed high school girls, adults found it hard to look past his teenage exterior however mature he sounded - even Carter had struggled with it.
He sat quickly, suddenly forgetting all his rehearsed lines, and having to take a moment to compose himself before launching into it.
"Well ma'am, I mean, Anna, I'm a hard worker and I do really good in school, I'm looking for new challenges and places to apply myself, and-" and so on and so on, rehearsed little spiels filled with buzzwords.
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"Very interesting." She nodded, hiding the fact that she couldn't care less about his petty accomplishments behind a look of keen interest. Humans attached value to the most ridiculous things, it was a weakness which her kind her exploited in them many times before and would again.
"We think you might be a good fit here, but first tell me Jack, do you think I'm attractive?" She asked casually, shaking her blonde locks as she gave him a quizzical look, her crystal blue eyes meeting his as she shifted position in such a way as to cause the top button of her blouse to pop open, revealing the top of her full cleavage, her attention seemingly too fixed on him to notice.
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"I-uh... what?" He blinked, surely he had misunderstood that question? Or misheard her or something, she couldn't possibly have actually asked that... His gaze strayed inexorably to her revealed cleavage and he could feel his pulse quicken. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he dragged his eyes back to her face and tried for a polite smile.
"Yes?" He replied,hoping it was a passable answer for whatever she'd actually asked, because it couldn't possibly have been that, right?
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"Tell me, is there something you would like to do about that?" She cocked her head, licking her lips and giving the young man a wanton smile.
No worries, me too! Sorry for the delay in return
She thought he was attractive? Surely this couldn't be happening, there was no mistaking the fact she was definitely flirting with him, and that sort of thing just didn't go on outside of pornography or teenage wet dreams - and yet here she was, her movements deliberate and obvious, her tone leaving no room for misunderstanding. He swallowed hard, wishing he could call upon the years of experience that apparently seem to have fled him in this moment.
"Well," he started awkwardly "There's a lot of things I'd like to do about it but none of them really seem appropriate."
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"Such as?" She enquired with a curious cock of her head. "You can start by telling me I'm the most beautiful woman you've ever seen." She smiled cattily, leaning her head back to run a hand through silky blonde locks, every inch the goddess that she claimed to be.
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"W-well I mean... yea... obviously..." he might be an awkward teenager now but he knows enough to know you do not tell a woman she isn't the most beautiful you've ever seen, especially when she was looking at you like that. Besides, it wasn't a difficult sentiment to agree with - she was stunning.
"B-but you're my boss, right? Isn't this... I mean," he cleared his throat, trying to summon some of his former composure "I'm pretty sure they say you're not supposed to flirt with your boss..."
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"Does that really matter? We have a more liberal approach to natural desires here, now, come." She crooked a finger to beckon him over, simultaneously patting a spot on the couch next to her.
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He was experienced enough to know this was pretty weird, what would a pretty woman like her want with a dorky teenager? But whatever this was, some kind of power trip or test or.. Well he didn't really have an explanation, maybe she had a thing for younger men, but he was full of enough hormones to not want to look this particular gift horse in the mouth, so when she invited him over to the couch he gave in and moved over to sit beside her, flashing what he hoped was a rogueish smile.
"I mean I'm glad you realise it's only natural, I mean, look at you..." he gestured to her with a nervous laugh "who could resist?"
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"What more do you wish to tell me?" She asked, cocking her head as she reached over to run a feather light touch up his thigh.
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"I...uh..." his head was swimming, he couldn't tell if it was just the strangeness of the situation or something in the air, but he was rapidly getting too dazed by it to really question too deeply, especially when the light brush of her fingers sent shivers of arousal through him. He shifted in his seat, rearranging his arms to try and hide his obviously growing arousal, looking up at her with dilated eyes.
"I...what do you want me to tell you? I'll tell you anything..." was that wrong? That was probably wrong, he shouldn't be offering himself up to her like this, but at the same time it felt like the right thing to do.
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"Tell me anything? You mean to lie to me?" She asked with a falsely shocked tone, pouting a little at the thought although her blue eyes were full of laughter. Reaching over she took a hold of his arm, taking hold of it gently and guiding it over to rest on the warm skin of her thigh under her skirt.
"Why don't you show me instead?
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"No I'd never lie to you," he hurried to correct himself, unable to really focus through the fog of his mind but knowing that he wanted to please her.
His gaze was drawn to her thigh where she'd moved his hand and he swallowed nervously, but his fingers automatically curled around the smooth skin beneath her skirt, squeezing slightly before sliding down towards the hem of her skirt, intent on slipping his fingers under the fabric.
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Astarte could see in his eyes that she had him already, the human's own hormones doing most of the work for her, hardly surprising given the extraordinary beauty of her host. Flexing her leg in such a way as to help move his hand upward she deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth for a moment before she pulled back with a smile, daring him to do more.
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Jack wasn't entirely sure what was going on, he definitely hadn't thought this morning that his day was going to reach a point where he was kissing a beautiful, older woman, hand halfway up her skirt and her movements only encouraging him to do more. When she pulled back to smile at him he smiled dazedly back before leaning in again, desperate for another kiss. His fingers crept teasingly up her leg, the fabric of her skirt bunching up around his wrist. He twisted his hand round to ghost lightly up her inner thigh, encouraging her to part her legs.