Bubblegum Bimbos: The Complete Series

by Sasha Scott

  Bubblegum Bimbos

  The Complete Series

  By Sasha Scott

  Copyright © 2017 Sasha Scott

  All Rights Reserved

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

  All characters depicted are 18 years old or older. For adults only.

  You can check out all of my other stories and keep up to date with all my new releases at my Amazon author’s page!

  Sasha Scott at Amazon.com

  Contents

  No Stress, No Brains

  D is for Dummy

  Pink not Punk

  Other Books You May Be Interested In

  No Stress, No Brains

  For a certain collect group of people the end game in this crazy thing called life is to make it, to make it to the top. That can be in many things like entertainment, business or politics, it doesn’t really matter. All that matters is that you make it right to the top, into the elite.

  Some picture that once they’ve made it, once they have power, fame, money, that all the hard work is done and it’s time to reap the rewards. Maybe for some that’s the case. For others the hard work is just beginning.

  “Look we can’t allow this to happen. If we let things go like this we’re gonna be taking ourselves off the market.”

  “Well what are we supposed to do? The deal is pretty much already signed. We just can’t match the offer, we don’t have the money in reserve.”

  “We can’t compete financial now they’ve got that grant. If they make the merger we’re gonna lost the whole Eastern market.”

  Having her advisors in such a state, the woman in charged sighed and tried to rack her brains. It’d taken a long time for her to climb all the way up the corporate ladder but now she was at the top things had only gotten more difficult.

  Bethany was a hardworking brunette in her mid forties who had managed to break through the glass ceiling thanks to her incredible ability.

  She had no family or children to speak of and very little in the way of a social life, she had spent her whole life working and that was why she had managed to earn herself the spot of CEO in the company.

  “I guess we have no choice,” Bethany announced to the board members, “We’re gonna have to go and strike a deal with Parsons. They want this to happen about as much as us.”

  “Will they want to deal with us after we undercut them in Chile?”

  “Right now I don’t think either of us have a choice. They probably won’t help us for nothing but it’s better than the alternative.”

  It had been tough climbing the mountain but staying at the summit was the most difficult task of all. She seemed to be making huge, big money, life changing, decisions every day. Her stress levels had soared through the roof.

  Today was the same. Carrying a company on her shoulders, steering a ship through dangerous terrain with no destination in sight. She had made it to the top only to discover the golden chalice was laced with poison.

  Finally the board meetings were adjourned. She’d made the big call and now all she had to do was execute it but of course this meant even more work; it never seemed to end.

  In the few months that she’d occupied the head spot in the company, Bethany felt like she’d aged at least ten years. Getting the business back on track after the last president’s mistakes was really taking its toll on her.

  Once she’d made it back to her office she would have liked to have just rested up and took a long break but that just wasn’t on the cards. Being back at her desk meant having to deal with the next issue in line.

  “Miss. Miller, Mr. Tucker is here to see you,” her secretary buzzed in to tell her, signalling what that next duty was.

  She sighed to herself. Oh great, that guy. She had to admire how good he was at his work but there was no way she could bring herself to like a sleazy guy like him.

  “Yes, send him in,” she replied to her assistant, the doors quickly opening up.

  There was nothing likeable about Glen Tucker. He was your everyday, ambitious, money grabbing, suit. Her particular field was filled with them, if he wasn’t talented it’d be impossible to pick him out from the rest of the crowd.

  “Thank you for seeing me miss.”

  “No need for pleasantries Mr. Tucker. What do you need?”

  “Actually I don’t need a thing. In fact I’m here to help you.”

  That was something very hard to believe. Career businessmen like him never did anything to help other people, they only ever assisted themselves.

  “Oh? I don’t remember saying I was in need of any help.”

  “You may not have said it miss but from someone who has worked alongside you for some time I can definitely tell. You need a break, desperately. You’re working yourself into the ground.”

  While it was impossible for her to deny her exhaustion, her stress, her tense muscles, there was no way she could just take a vacation.

  “While I’m happy to hear you’re concerned about me I can’t just take a break. Now I’m in this position I can’t just abandon the ship.”

  “But if the captain is too exhausted, they won’t be able to navigate properly. Besides, I’m not advising you to take a big break, I know you can’t do that. That’s why I got you this.”

  From out of his blazer pocket, Glen pulled what looked to be an ordinary pack of strawberry gum.

  “Chewing gum, really?” Bethany snarkily remarked.

  “I know it seems like nothing but this stuff is different. This stuff has been specially created with special ingredients to remove stress and fatigue.”

  It was clear from the way that Bethany’s face remained unmoved that she wasn’t overly convinced, or convinced at all, about the wonders of some one quarter chewing gum.

  “Is this all you wanted?” she asked, not impressed that her small window for minimal rest was disturbed by such drivel.

  “Afraid so,” he replied, putting the packet down on her desk, “Look just trust me, it might not look like anything now but once you get a taste you’ll swear by it too.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind. Now if you could excuse me.”

  With his mission completed, Glen departed from the office, leaving Bethany with the unwanted gift. At least she’d figured out his intentions, to suck up to her for favor. However if he thought that was going to work he was very misguided.

  Stress relieving gum? What a ridiculous concept!

  Rather unsurprisingly, things didn’t simply get calmer and easier for Bethany.

  “Look we need to make this deal with them,” she said to the board, “We don’t really have a choice.”

  “But if we agree to their terms then we’re pretty much going to be handing them all of Florida.”

  “And if we don’t do something we’ll be losing that and more,” she sighed, “For now we’ll just keep negotiating to try and salvage everything we can.”

  With the meeting done Bethany slogged back to her office with her stress levels at the maximum. Rather than getting easier things just continued to grow harder.

  It’d been a long week for Bethany, a long week of tough negotiating, frequent meetings and head wrecking research and the toll was accumulating on her body and mind. She felt like she’d aged another ten years in just seven days.

  Back in her office she quickly slumped in her chair and groaned to herself. What a miserable time and the end wasn’t even in sight. She didn’t even have time for a break, she had more research to do to try and find loopholes and blackmail material. If there was no rest for the wicked then she had to pret
ty evil.

  Bethany could hardly bring herself to look over more stacks of paperwork, she needed something to take the edge off. Anything.

  While digging through her draws Bethany laid her eyes on something she’d thoughtlessly discarded within, the cheap looking chewing gum that Glen had given her, the gum which promised stress relief.

  The gum certainly didn’t look special in any shape or form. It’s packaging was bright pink and bubbly, the sort of stuff young girls would probably be attracted to rather than business leaders. However with her body sore and her mind burning out she was willing to give it a try.

  She ripped the packaging open and pulled out a strip which she swiftly placed into her mouth before starting to chew.

  What was immediately noticeable was the incredibly strong strawberry flavor of the gum. It was certainly very potent but that didn’t equal stress relief. She was still sceptical as she got to looking over her research notes.

  As her eyes looked over the dull text she continued to chew, allowing the flavor to spread all through her mouth and over her tongue. She could definitely appreciate the taste, for something so cheap looking they didn’t skimp on the quality.

  One thing she didn’t notice was the fact that her mind was drifting away from the work. For the past week all she’d been able to think about was her job but somehow the gum managed to distract her mind away.

  For the first time in over a week, Bethany was thinking about something that didn’t cause her stress.

  She continued to idly scan her eyes over the lines of text as her mind remained distracted by the bubblegum. It was truly wonderful. Chewy, naturally. Tasty as well. Kinda fun to toy around with in a weird way.

  Bethany didn’t get to have enough fun. When was the last time that she did anything really fun? Years, probably. It’d all been about work, where had all the fun gone?

  What happened to lazy days in the house? What happened to going out to splash out on new clothes? What happened to treating herself to some pampering?

  If only she could leave the office and head down to the salon. They’d make her feel like a princess rather than some labourer.

  Her mind was starting to feel pretty cosy but then the flavor of the gum began to fade away, the strong taste diluting after being toyed around with for some time. It was only at this point that Bethany realized just how stress free she’d just felt.

  “That was great,” she muttered to herself. Glen wasn’t kidding, this stuff was the real deal. She wanted more.

  With the taste in her mouth vanishing away, Bethany pulled out another strip of gum and chucked it between her lips, rejuvenating the flavor, taking her mind back to that happy place.

  Now where was she? That was right, being a princess.

  Despite being the woman in charge, despite being at the very top, she couldn’t be less princess like if she tried. Princesses got to live their whole lives being pampered and looked after without a care. She, on the other hand, had to lead by example and do the hard work herself. It was no wonder she was so stressed. A princess would never be stressed.

  If she was a princess she wouldn’t need to be sitting there, in stuffy business clothing, looking over boring paperwork. She could be out shopping or at home doing some cooking; she could actually be enjoying herself.

  For the first time in her entire life Bethany could see why women were happy to become housewives and didn’t strive to become people in power like her. She had to make all the tough decisions, she had to work herself towards burning out just to keep the machine going. On the contrary housewives could just do what they were told. A nice and simple life.

  Reading over the paperwork had pretty much came to a complete stop. Bethany wasn’t interested in stuffy reports. What piqued her readers urge were fashion magazines, celebrity rags, cooking books; nice simple things instead of a complex load of rubbish.

  Why had she always looked down on those who weren’t as ambitious and hardworking as her? If they were happier what did it matter if they lacked power or wealth?

  Bethany began to consider if it was really so great being so smart?

  Just as she getting lost in her own thoughts there was a beeping sound which snapped her back into reality. It was the sound of her secretary calling her.

  “Miss. Miller, Mr. Saunders is here to see you. He says he has some information about Parsons.”

  Despite the fact that this was her job, a job that she’d been striving for for a long, long, time, upon hearing this news she felt incredibly frustrated, more annoyed than she’d even been since taking the top post. That was her temporary escape gone, already she could feel the stress and pressure returning.

  Taking the gum from her mouth and throwing it into the trash she buzzed back, “Alright, send him in.”

  She had work to attend to but even as she got back to business she couldn’t forget the stress free bliss right in the back of her mind.

  Another late night in the office, how wonderful. It was something Bethany was very accustomed to and was only getting more accustomed to.

  Most of the work force of the world had a set amount of hours to perform in, then afterwards they could go home. However the work refused to stop for Bethany just because the clock got late. There was always a new issue to solve or more problems which needed tackling.

  Bethany slumped back in her seat as she finished filling out the forms. The sky outside was already pitch black. It was going to be another night sleeping in her office at this rate.

  The day’s stress had piled up on Bethany and she was feeling absolutely rotten. What she really needed to do was take a break.

  While putting the paperwork away, Bethany stumbled upon the discarded packet of chewing gum which she had been happily munching on earlier. Just seeing it gave her some flashbacks to her mind being in a happier place. Wasting little time she pulled out a new strip and returned to bliss.

  Instantly that warm, gooey, mindset which helped her to forget about her worries returned to her. The strawberry flavor danced with her tastebuds and her brain turned to a happy mush; it felt so good.

  If she was a housewife she wouldn’t need to be working and stressing all night like this. She’d do the housework during the day and then at night she’d snuggle with her man, allowing him to take care of everything. Was that the true ideal life?

  Sure she had power but why would she want it if it only brought her misery? Sure she had money but why did that matter with nothing to spend it on? Why was this better than being a common housewife?

  In she placed a second piece piece of gum, intensifying the taste and the warmth.

  Her secretary had it much easier than she ever did. She didn’t have to make decisions, she just pointed others to someone else who would make the decision for her. Even making coffee was just following instructions. It was much easier to follow than to lead.

  Bethany began to chew on a third piece of gum as that thought resonated with her. If she could choose to lead the hard way or follow the easy way, surely that latter, stress free, way was better?

  She thought about all the capable men in the company, on the board and beyond. Surely they were enough to make the tough decisions, to take care of the big business. Why did a silly little girl like her have to do it all?

  A silly little girl, her? In her dreams. She was a strong, determined, woman, she couldn’t just be a silly little thing who allowed others to think for her. If she was like that then there would be no stress, no worries, no big decisions, no responsibilities. Just thinking about it made her giggle.

  Between her lips she placed another piece of gum, making the flavor very concentrated, the strawberry taste just stacking on top of each other. It was hard to stop, it tasted amazing and her dizzy head felt blissful.

  When she thought about it the problem was surely that she was such a woman. It was that she was smart, focused, hard working and more. If she was dumb, if she weak, if she obedient, things would be much easier.

  Another
giggle came from her lips. If that was the problem then why couldn’t she just pretend? If being smart made her unhappy then couldn’t she pretend to be dumb, just for a little bit anyway? Wouldn’t that be fun for a change?

  Bethany began to chew on another strip as she allowed her mind to empty. No thoughts about her job, no thoughts about her worries, not even any thoughts about not thinking. She just allowed herself to become absent, to become dumb.

  Once her mind stopped resisting it became much easier for her body to do its thing.

  The bubblegum had been specially created, just as Glen had said, and it had certainly made her mind feel calm, rested, empty. However that wasn’t all it did, it wasn’t brewed just to help her mind. The gum was also there to assist her body. It was all well and good being absorbed in merry non-thoughts of being young and dumb without a care in the world but an extra ingredient was needed to help those desires along.