The Boss's Slut - S01 E37

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The Boss's Slut - S01 E37

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 37

He listened a moment, then, "Thank you, Trudy." He looked at me with a smile. "Tell her we need two minutes." Turning his full attention to me, "Mary is back. The delay will allow Trudy to believe you are getting dressed."

"You want her to see our arrangement?" Then shrugged. She was one of the Directors on his Board and the past meetings probably wouldn't have any of them surprised by anything, any longer.

When he stood to open the door for her personally, I was surprised by his mischievous nature coming out. I was also surprised by her calmness as she stepped into the office. She looked at me still in the chair, but she spoke loudly enough for Trudy to overhear as the door closed, "Sorry for the interruption, Miss James."

Once she was seated in the chair next to me, she gazed at my naked body. "I had a feeling you two had something like this going on and I had to see for myself."

Mr. Woodburn described our office arrangement. She was delighted. "You are such a sexy woman, Tina. I can't wait for tonight." She rose from the chair, bent over me and kissed me on the lips of my upturned, expectant face. She then winked at Mr. Woodburn as she moved to the door. With her hand on the knob, "I will leave you to continue with what am sure is quite erotic." She was smiling as she walked out. I was imagining what our dinner date tonight would be like and I had a strong sense it would end up at my condo.

Mr. Woodburn got my attention back from my musing.

"Believe it or not, my dear slut, that was not the reason for asking you to come up to my office. I just thought it would be fun." I refocused on him and was fully aware that my entire body was tingling, my nipples fully erect, and my pussy very well lubricated. I needed a good fucking and I hoped that would be coming after whatever he really wanted to talk to me about.

He told me we had an important client coming in for a meeting tomorrow. The meeting was scheduled for our smaller conference tomorrow after and then dinner with them that night. I nodded my understanding, but he continued to watch me.

"It will be Harold Tenor. Harold is President of ..."

"Tenor Industries. A large manufacturer of various home products. The firm is just completing a major upgrade and expansion of one of their facilities." Mr. Woodbum nodded, I chuckled at his surprised look. "Sorry, I was just reviewing with an associate the status of the account since it had reached completion phase."

I stepped through the door into the conference room across from Mr. Woodburn's office. I was preoccupied with another issue my tearn brought up as I was heading for the elevator. I was surprised to find two men with Mr. Woodburn rather than just the one.

As I approached the conference table, Mr. Woodburn motioned to the man who even looked to be the senior. "Miss James, meet Harold Tenor, President of ..."

I jump in as I did the day before, "Tenor Industries. You're a large manufacturer of various home products. Your firm is just completing a major upgrade and expansion of one of your facilities."

Mr. Woodburn introduced the other man as Henry Wilson, the CFO of the company. Interesting, both the President and CFO in our conference room. This must be big. After the introductions there were normal moments of small talk as we appraised each other, something is almost a ritual in these business situations as though we were sizing up a physical adversary. In my normal attire for Mr. Woodburn, I had the sense that more of their appraisal might be more my physical impression than any business sense.

And, there was nothing wrong with that. It might give us some edge along the way. Harold Tenor was a stout man, well-dressed in a finely tailored three-piece suit. He was maybe early 60's, balding on top, his hair was becoming quite gray on the sides. He wasn't much taller than me but weighed considerably more. Henry Wilson was about a decade younger with a full head of hair, which was streaked with gray. His dress wasn't quite as finely tailored and looked like he had been in it for a while. He was taller and soft.

Mr. Woodburn took over. "I've asked Miss James to join us because she is now the primary control of accounts like yours, Harold. As my Executive Accounts Director, I am able to keep these special accounts close to my control." It was clear these men had at least a good, trusting working relationship. "She can provide the best accounts management support possible and also a personal touch unrivaled to those clients we deem worthy of special handling." He smiled at the man and winked at me. The careful opportunities for my services with clients had been slow in developing, but that seemed to be ending. The man's eyes hadn't found my face for several minutes as I had removed my jacket before entering the room and unbuttoned an extra button, all at Mr. Woodburn's direction. His gaze was now fixated on my nipples showing through the thin fabric of my blouse as they uncontrollably were becoming quite erect under his gaze. Mr. Woodburn turned to me, "As you correctly mentioned, Tina, the account we currently have with Tenor Industries has reached the physical completion stage. It is just financial return for us after this. What Harold is here for today is a discussion about the next project, which sounds very similar to this one."

Tenor hesitated, obviously somewhat distracted, then picked up his narrative, "Yes... yes, our prototype production through the upgrade and expansion shows just the kind of efficiency, quality, and productivity improvements we were hoping for" He looked at me, then my breasts and down into my lap where he found my crossed legs sliding my short skirt up my thighs. "I came to Charles to open discussion for the second phase, which was to perform an upgrade at our oldest facility. We wouldn't do an expansion there, there appears to sufficient room if the upgrade of new equipment and processes layout is corrected. As we began negotiating some of the finer details of the account, management, terms, financing, and your firm's return, he suggested we bring you into the discussion and arrangement. I can see why." He looked at Mr. Woodburn, a guilty smile trying to form on his mouth but was partially constrained by the businessman not wanting to give away too much.

Before the man could muster too much strength in his business attitude, Mr. Woodburn pressed on, "Harold has agreed to consider a slightly more generous financial arrangement for this next project." I smiled at them, knowing full well where this was going, but wondering just how much would be coming from me. So far, I had been meeting with a single man or maybe a couple and most often right here in Mr. Woodburn's office. Taking an extra fraction of interest for a quick blowjob or fuck. This felt like more. This was a large project and "a slightly more generous financial arrangement" could be a very nice bonus for us.

"Harold has a celebration for the completion of the construction phase at the facility and would like our presence." I nodded, holding his eyes. "After the celebration with the employees, he is taking his senior management group and sales force to an off- sight location for an intense day and a half of motivational work to increase sales to take advantage of the improvements and discuss the next phase of upgrades. After that, as part of the 'motivation', he had planned a two-day, one-night chartered cruise from Key West where the meeting would be held back to Miami where everyone would depart for return to their regions." He smiled at me. There it was.