The Boss's Slut - S01 E38

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The Boss's Slut - S01 E38

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 38

I ask the obvious question, "You would like to offer my assistance at the sales meeting and cruise?"

"The cruise portion, only, is where I thought you could be most effective."

I put an eager smile on my face and considered them all. A two- day cruise on a chartered ship and a group of men. This is an interesting expansion of what I have been doing so far....

"Just the cruise", Mr. Tenor confirmed with a smile. "I want them to be focused on the discussions of the sales meeting." Mr. Woodburn nods to me. The client continued, "I would like you on- board when everyone else arrives." Without question, Mr. Woodburn has made it clear how I could be most "effective".

Mr. Woodburn interrupts, "Miss James, we can discuss the motivation for us to participate." He turned to the client, "As I said, I wanted Miss James to hear the proposal from you. She and I will discuss our participation and level of such. We need to also look at clearing schedules." The client nodded his understanding, of course.

Since there was nothing further to be discussed until Mr. Woodburn and I had our opportunity to talk and to verify our existing schedules and what option might be available for rescheduling, that portion of the meeting was concluded. Though Mr. Tenor was uncertain about the next move, Mr. Woodburn wasn't. He looked at me after a side glance at the other men.

"This is awkward... I promised these gentlemen a nice dinner at my favorite steak restaurant, but it turns out I somehow double- booked tonight with several of my Board of Directors." I knew that was true because Mrs. Woodburn told me they were going to their favorite seafood restaurant.

I jumped in as was intended, "Not a problem, Sir. I will take good care of them tonight." I looked over at them, "Do you mind spending much of the evening in my hands, gentlemen?" It was clear by their reaction they understood my double meaning.

I arranged for a limo and driver for the evening. He picked me up at my condo and then to the hotel for the men from Tenor Industries before going to Ruth's Chris Steak House. I had Henry sit in the front while Harold and I sat in the back. The drive was to the outskirts of the city and we discussed many things along the way.

Dinner was excellent, as it always is at Ruth's, especially when the reservation is made by Mr. Woodburn. Through dinner, Harold probed into the relationship I had with Mr. Woodburn, which I deflected with ease. I explained that I had the trust and confidence of Mr. Woodburn and he allowed me to handle my clients the way I felt they should be handled. I explained that he didn't ask questions or put limits on me.

Harold suggested going to find a couple drinks somewhere. I noticed that Henry was quite compliant when it came to what Harold wanted, never offering any dissent or argument. It was clear to me that Harold was in charge of the evening so my attention went solely to him while I knew Henry would follow.

We were standing at the restaurant entrance waiting for our limo to arrive from the location the driver was instructed to park. I touched Harold Tenor's arm and pressed my breasts into his arm, "I have a better idea, Sir. How about we go back to your hotel and order up some room service for wine or drinks? Do we really want a noisy bar environment?"

Back at the hotel, I stopped in the lobby and asked the two men what they preferred to drink. Tenor came back with bourbon and Wilson with scotch. I decided on a Merlot. I stepped up to the registration desk and asked if we could have the order from room service expedited to Tenor's room.

I then rejoined the men, taking them both by an arm and guided them toward the elevators. While we waited, I turned to them, "Care to make this a little exciting?"

They looked at me, then each other quite confused. I merely turned my back to Tenor and pulled my hair from the back of my dress and exposed the zipper.

"Seriously?"

I looked over my shoulder, "Only if you want, Sir."

He hesitated and looked around the area in front of the elevators.

It was past 10:00 PM and already quiet. What people were moving around were in the lounge near the front of the hotel. Finally, as the elevator dinged its arrival, I felt his stubby fingers on the clasp, then felt the zipper moving down my back. Wilson held the elevator door for us until the zipper was all the way down and Tenor guided me into the chamber. As the door closed, I looked around the enclosure to find highly polished mirrors on the three other walls and equally polished door surfaces. I glanced up at the comers for cameras I was sure were there but couldn't find.