Business with a Dragoness

>"And, as you can see here, our quarterly earnings are projected to increase throughout the coming year." You sighed and rested your hand as you watched your girlfriend work her magic, the grey scales glimmering under the florescent lights. Dragonesses had such a knack for business: it had to do some innate lust for wealth. Most companies had dragonesses on their corporate teams these days and yours was no exception. You remember how your father spun those yarns about how he was the first to suggest adopting a small dragoness into the companies fold; how she went from a mere gofer to a secretary over the years and now to a major head position. As she continued to explain the policies, her curves perfectly accented underneath that business suit which was being stretched to its limits, you turned your attention to your boss. J. Feathersworth the IV.
>That old goat wasn't just born with a silver spoon in his mouth; he had the whole silverwear set in there as well. He treated everyone beneath him equally, dragoness and human alike: like mere objects that he could kick around at any given moment. As your girlfriend continued her lecture, she stopped to look at you. Curious, you stared back as she gestured above you with her pointer claw. You raised your head to notice that the CEO had decided to use your head as an ashtray for this particular moment. At least he wasn't chewing tobacco today...
>"I can't believe he gets away with it treating you like that. Treating all of us like that!" You cried out in the hall as she dusted off your head with her cute tail. "Someone ought to teach that guy a lesson." She responded and nodded in agreement. "He gets me so mad sometimes, I swear if I could..." Suddenly, she stopped in the middle of her sentence to think for a few moments and then got a wicked grin on her face, one that you never saw before. "I think I'm going to make a little rearrangments here for the benefit of everyone."
>Approximately one week later, you came back from your business trip. Luckily, your gf organised the entire thing, claiming she had some relatives back in the old country. You had always wanted to visit England anyway, even if staying with dragonesses wasn't exactly your idea of a hotel. Things seemed to be better off in the office. At the very least, the workers seemed to be more relaxed now. As you entered your office, you noticed a small letter on your desk. Quickly opening it, you read out its contents. "Meet me in the board room." One elevator ride later, you made it to the board room and knocked on the door.
>There she was, in all her glory. She had practically grown twice as big since the last time you saw her; her figure somehow even more beautiful that it was already. Large leathery wings had sprouted from her back and she reclined on piles of dollars bills that were spread throughout the room. She got up from her vantage point to look at you and wave. "Hi, honey! As you can see, I made a couple of changes to Feathersworth Industries...we had a little argument which ended in a corporate takeover. Welcome to Draconia Industries." Here, she gestured to her head, which was now sporting old Featherworth's top hat. "Guess what? Within a week of our little change in leadership, productivity's never been better, our profits are skyrocketing and company morale is through the roof! Speaking of that..." she purred seductively towards you which took you aback. Your gf had always been outgoing sexually but this was something entirely different. As she licked her lips, you felt more drawn to her than ever.
>"How about I give you a little extra bonus for your troubles, my new company partner?" Your grin practically stretched off your face as you took your clothes off as quick as possible and leapt into your partner's awaiting arms as she passonately kissed you. Business wouldn't be the only thing that was booming.