Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 22

He Introduced me and made some introductory comments, then stepped to the side allowing me full command of the presentation. I flipped through the slides covering all the accounts I had inherited, then moved on to potential accounts Mr. Woodburn had identified. This segment of slides included information procured from multiple sources indicating susceptibility to our approach. We had already brought in a couple accounts through normal business relationships while using care in identifying accounts to target for our new approach.

Following the presentation, there was a flurry of probing questions from the Directors regarding the accounts, clients, risk, and profitability. These were all standard fare circling around the business aspects of the accounts. Mr. Woodburn stayed at the side in his chair he had pushed away from the massive conference table. At one point when I flipped back to specifically address a client detail, I glanced at Mr. Woodburn as I turned to use the laser pointer to hi-lite several lines of data to address the question. I found his face serene as he sat comfortably back in the chair while intently watching the faces and body language of the Directors. He had an exceedingly please look on his face, Inwardly, I gave myself a smile.

Then, the meeting changed. I waited patiently to see if there might be another question but found none. One of the Directors thanked me by name and expressed his pleasure and satisfaction. Others added similar comments.

There was a pause, almost awkward, then, "Charles, you're saying Miss James here is now acting as your personal slut...

Mr. Woodburn interrupted him, "I can assure you there is nothing ACTING about Miss James in this relationship." He stood and joined me to stand front and center. "Are you just pretending, Miss James? Are you playing me?"

I flushed at the directness of the discussion and the room was now totally silent, seven pairs of eyes watching me, more than a few of those eyes also scanning my body. "Sir, I would think my actions have spoken far better than any words I might provide." Mr. Woodburn winked at me. It was a moment and I saw all of the others smiling and commenting quietly among themselves.

The original questioner took up his question, though. "Excellent response, Miss James. Allow me to rephrase the question, Charles. You're saying that with Miss James, AS your slut, works on our top accounts and will do whatever you direct her to secure and keep those accounts?"

"The only meaningful answer should again come from Miss James."

I consciously took a couple steps closer to them, closing the gap before retaking a confident stance. "Yes, Sirs and Ma'am. That is exactly how this is going to work. I am sure each of you knows of people who, in their personal image of power and control, find sex so enticing they may willingly compromise on many things to enjoy it. Then add in a woman who is not only willing and eager but an executive. These people of power given the opportunity of enjoying not only a slut but an executive like themselves. Imagine some of these men and women. The offer of a slut, some whore or escort hired, might be alluring enough, but a business executive who provides the same thing?"

The woman of the group, "For the sake of argument, how does giving clients the use of a slut improve our position in their business?" It was interesting to me that the lone woman of the group looked directly into my eyes as she emphatically referred to me a slut.

This felt like as much a challenge to my person as it might to Mr. Woodburn's idea. So, I didn't look to Mr. Woodburn, and he remained silent, continuing to allow me full control of the Board of Directors since they had already re-focused their attention fully on me. Since the actions of the Board had changed the tenor of the meeting, I took it to yet another level. I moved slowly, exaggerating my walk, around the outside of the occupied chairs around the table lightly brushing up against the backs of the chairs. I looked each in the eyes, several already had their eyes moving from my face to my cleavage or further down to my legs. "Competition will always exist. We know we can't simply allow some senior executives a blowjob or fuck and expect that we can tum around and rape them financially in return. They have their own Boards and accounts. But... at the sizes of the accounts we are targeting, to gain an extra ½ percent or % percent on the interest"

She finishes my answer, "Straight profit to the bottom-line." I nod.

Mr. Woodburn suggested we hold any additional questions and comments until dinner. His voice changes subtly and turn to look at him. He is outlining a few mundane items to be discussed and agreed upon before they break, but there is something different in his approach and I see he is intently considering the reaction of each of his Board of Directors. Then, I sensed some relaxing in his shoulders. We are still standing at the head of the table and his head turns to me with a smile and a glint in his eyes.