"Fuck you! You might be my boss, but that is way...WAY out of line," Ashley exclaimed. She looked at her co-workers for support and no one would meet her eyes. "Are you guys serious? Let me ask this, if he were gay would you guys agree...nevermind, I'm sure two of you would jump all over that," she said glaring at the three men.
"You can say no. No one will ever hold it against you if you do, it's just...look, you know Dale set the sales goal really high for this and we all hoped we'd hit it, but..." Jim said softly.
"But, we get this...Bruce's order and we'll make it," Tom said. "I know you're married...happily, but we all will get a much larger bonus if we make the goal. Dale is an ass and if we come back short, you know what he'll do," he finished.
Blair sighed, "Fuck it. She'll never do it. Her husband makes a ton of money and she doesn't need the bonus. Come on guys, let's head over to the Aria to see the show," the youngest stood up, "Sometimes you have to just take one for the team," he scowled at the woman. "This is why I questioned you promoting her."
Ashley groaned, "Fuck! You know I've never cheated on Larry. Never even came close. What would he say if he found out?" she looked at the three men, "And what makes you think he'd be interested in me?" she looked down at her business attire.
Jim drained his whiskey and stood up and glared at the blond man, "Blair, you're out of line. We hired her because she's super-smart, works her ass off, and can out-sell any one of you." He looked at the tall, slender blonde, "But you're not very observant if you think Bruce is not interested in you. How many times did he stop by the booth? At least a half dozen and he stayed for a while five of those times," he looked at the beautiful woman, "the one time he left immediately was when you were at lunch." he finished. "Whom did he talk to every time? Plus, I know this is not a great selling point, but he's what? 350 pounds? He's had no shot at a woman as beautiful and sexy as you since high school if that."
"Me," the woman sighed, "But he never...you know, checked out my...." she glanced at her chest.
"You didn't see him but he was checking you out, especially your ass. I'll tell you what," Jim said looking at his employee, "you get his signature on an order for over a thousand units and you can have next week off to make it up to Larry. You never need to tell him, but you can show him how much you missed him all week," he said looking at the woman, "But let me reiterate. If you don't want to do this I understand and none of us will ever hold it against you," he said as he glared at the three men.
Ashley sighed, "Ok. I'll try," she looked suddenly unsure of herself, "What do I do? Throw myself at him? And besides my jeans and tees, this is all I brought."
Jim grinned, "Ok," he pointed out at the lobby, "See that shop there? They have to have something for you that's..."
"Slutty?" she finished, "Something that would look good on his hotel room floor?"
* * * * *
"You're sure he's here?" Ashley asked Jim, "Damn, it's loud."
"I'm sure. Tom overheard him saying these blackjack tables are the best in Vegas. Remember all the guidelines I taught you?"
The woman nodded. She'd never once gambled in all her life, but then again it wasn't her money. She replayed all the strategies, stay if the dealer's upcard is a six or lower and she has 13 or better...on and on. Thankfully she had a great memory and was able to retain most of the tips they'd given her. "There, table three," she nodded across the casino floor.
"Shit all the tables are full," Jim said eyeing the tables on either side of Bruce and his co-worker. But as soon as he said that, a couple got up from table two and picked up their chips. "Ok, don't look over at them. Act like the cards, your chips, and the dealer are the only things that matter in the world." Jim looked appraisingly at his employee. "If you don't feel like acting like...you know...ok good," he smiled when she patted his ass. No way would he ever sleep with an employee especially a married one and never thought he'd urge a woman to cheat and was baffled that he'd crossed this line. Then he wondered if he'd be able to resist if she gave even the slightest indication she'd be willing to sleep with him. He gently guided her to a seat at the table, his hand possessively on her bare lower back.
Bruce glanced over, did a double-take, and sighed. Of course, she'd be sleeping with her boss, he thought. That is a touch reserved for lovers...and she would never wear a tight dress like that unless she didn't plan on having it off sooner than later. "Sorry, hit," he mumbled when the dealer asked. "Shit! Bust." He looked back over at the woman. C-cups? Definitely that or D. Nice ass, he observed as she turned to slide into the seat at the table next to his.
Jim smiled at Ashley as he stroked her thigh, "He's checking you out...don't look, but he is very intrigued with your tits. Pull your hair off your shoulders before checking out your cards," he whispered. "You're doing great."
Ashley felt a tingling on her right side knowing the man was studying her. The red dress Jim picked out was a size small and thinner than the teddy Larry had bought her last year. She didn't need to look to know her nipples were fully outlined by the thin material and the cut showed considerable side-boob and cleavage. She went over the various scenarios from chatting to fucking...that being the worst case. Hopefully, she'll get in a casual conversation with Bruce and suggest he place an order at the show averting any sexual acts with the man. She had trouble focusing on her cards feeling the man's eyes on her knowing he imagined her naked...not that he needed to imagine much.
She pushed those thoughts away and decided to play as if this were all she cared about. "Hit me," she nodded to the dealer, squealing happily as he dropped the ace on her four/six. It wasn't intentional, but her bouncing gleefully made heads turn her way all over the casino floor. The dealer grinned at Jim knowingly and dealt a card to another player. If Larry could see her now, she thought. He'd suggested many times she go out dressed like this so he could watch men hit on her and she'd always refused. She replayed her conversation with him earlier and felt a pain in her stomach having lied to him for the first time. She'd told him she'd most likely not call tonight as the team was going out to a show that would run late. She'd have to make it up to him, maybe wear this dress back home so he could watch guys hit on her.
Jim looked at his phone, "Crap, duty calls. I have to get back to my room," he said loudly. He looked expectantly at the woman. "Coming?"
Bruce felt his heart sink knowing he'd never see this beautiful woman again. He was about to cash in and head back to his room to jerk off when he overheard the discussion.
Ashley looked at her chips and back at her boss, "Sorry, I'm on a roll," she pointed to the pile of chips that had doubled. "You go on ahead, I'm staying," she said firmly. "Will I see you later? No? Ok, I'll see you in the morning." He leaned down and kissed her, "I have to get this fixed anyhow," he moaned. "Are you going to be alright here alone?"
"I'm a big girl. I can find my way back to my room," she smiled as looked at her cards as if they were the only things in the world. "I could use the sleep anyhow...you have too much energy."
He went to kiss her again, but she was focused on her cards.
