F5: Kay Submits to Bob
(Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. Every story for this FAWC begins with the exact same line. Where it goes from there is up to the author.)
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Upon the table lay three items: a handkerchief, a book, and a knife. Kay stood there wearing impossibly high heeled black pumps and nothing else. As she gazed at the table, she felt both exhilaration and dread, a combination he had managed to make a regular occurrence for her. Her breathing was already labored and her pussy throbbed, despite the fact that her tummy was doing flips.
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Kay O'Dwyer knew he was dangerous from the first day she had met him just over two years ago. She had started working as a marketing associate for a small ecommerce company that sold accessories for mobile phones, tablets, and laptops. The products were high quality and stylish, and the small business concern was expanding operations to keep up with demand. It was budget season, and Kay was asked to take part in the budget meeting between her boss and Bob Spencer, the Chief Financial Officer of the company.
Kay had nearly gasped when she walked into the conference room and saw him standing at the head of the table. She was half expecting a short, overweight accountant with thick glasses and bad teeth. Of course, she was somewhat jokingly stereotyping him, but she was quite unprepared for his actual appearance.
Bob was tall and youthful, with an angular jaw that was squared at the bottom. His piercing blue eyes peered out from beneath a prominent brow, and he was clearly athletic and muscular. His short brown hair had the slightest hint of grey sprinkled in. As if that weren't enough, Kay was horrified when her first reaction to his full lips was to think about how they might feel upon hers.
After introductions were made, Kay sat beside her boss, Barbara Carter, who was the Marketing Director. She handed out several sheets of paper to each of them, detailing their desired marketing spend for the following year. Kay had worked hard on the budget and was proud of her work, and she didn't want to appear unprepared for the meeting. She found herself blushing every time she looked at Bob, unable to focus. She decided to keep her eyes on the documents in front of her instead.
She had been unnerved by him from the very start. At twenty five, she had grown quite accustomed to men throwing themselves at her. Her height was the only thing average about her. With her long black hair, bright blue-green eyes and high cheekbones, she was a beauty. She was slender, with wide hips and breasts that, while not huge, were quite ample for her frame. Ordinarily, she didn't much care for the overzealous attention men paid to her. Bob, however, barely seemed to notice her. In a reaction that surprised her, she found herself wanting him to notice her. It bothered her that he hadn't, and she couldn't understand why.
"You're asking for a million three, which is about fifteen and a half percent more than your budget for the present year," Bob stated, focusing his attention on Barbara. "Tell me about the revenue forecast."
"Oh, I don't prepare that," she replied. "Jim O'Neil in sales does that."
"Was he satisfied with your marketing plans?"
"He hasn't seen them yet. I wanted to get your approval first."
"What did you base this plan on?" Bob pressed.
"Well," Barbara began. "We started with this year, and added a few programs that we wanted to try."
"How did the programs work this year?" Bob asked.
"Oh, really good. We got a bunch of new leads."
"How many of those leads converted to sales?"
"I don't exactly know that," Barbara said after a brief pause. "We've never really tracked that."
"How do you know what works, then?"
"By the number of leads we generate."
"Are all leads created equal?"
"What do you mean?"
"Leads come from different sources. Is the lead quality the same for all sources?"
"No, of course not," snapped Barbara with irritation in her voice.
"How do you know what works then?" Bob asked again.
"By the leads. We...by how many leads we get."
Bob let out a sigh and looked over and caught Kay's eye. She blushed and looked away quickly, biting her lip. She was completely unnerved by him, and was feeling foolish. She wanted to do a good job, and now felt that the work she had done was incomplete at best. She vowed to herself that she would do better next time. Watching out of the corner of her eye, she saw Bob rise up and walk over to a closet in the conference room. He reached inside and pulled out a telephone book.
Did they really still make those things, Kate wondered. She watched as he brought it back and tossed it onto the middle of the table. He directed his gaze at Barbara again.
"Why would we spend over a million dollars to generate leads when we have an entire book full of them for free?" he asked.
"Those are just names," she replied. "They aren't qualified leads. We don't know anything about those people. We don't know if they're even in the market for our product."
