This story is intending as the concluding part to the stories "Spanish Contract: Jeff" and "Christmas Function". It would be beneficial to read the other stories prior to reading this one. Thanks.
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As far as he was concerned, Jeff's resignation was inevitable. He really had not been very productive after the trip to Spain. Before that he had often spent a few idle minutes wondering what the boss's daughter looked like naked. Since then he spent almost very minute remembering what she looked like naked. Her forays through the office did not help. Neither did the company social events. Jeff was fresh from a pretty close call at the Christmas function.
Anyway, it was not the greatest job he ever had and he was not sorry to see the back of it. The old man seemed taken aback, "sorry to see you go....blah...blah...blah...etc". He wrote his resignation letter while still fuelled with the events of the Spanish trip, so some four months later he decided it best to redraft with less detail, more or less just "I'm leaving."
"Anything you would like to say before you leave us?" The managing Director enquired on his last day.
"Your daughter has a great pair of tits." Jeff felt like saying it, but decided it was probably best not to. So he moved on, moved town, he needed to forget about it, start again.
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Eight months on and the boss's daughter Gill rarely entered his mind.
Venessa was a different story. She had been the company's sales rep. Jeff thought about her a lot, he could not work out what it was that she had over him. She was attractive, well spoken, elegant, ruthless maybe. Her aggressive manner made her unapproachable, but more desirable. The last time he saw her was from a wardrobe in the hotel at the Christmas party. He only narrowly avoided detection by pretending to be asleep when she opened it and had to make his escape on hands and knees in the early hours of the morning.
Venessa had been on the Spanish trip too. He had masturbated in front of her, which made it easy to recall. But he had seen her naked too, seen her long slims legs, her athletic frame, glistening with sweat, he had been within touching distance of her firm round rear, he could still smell her hot, moist pussy.
"Jeff, I've just been speaking to your old company."
"Funny, I was just thinking about them."
Arnie stood behind Jeff's chair, hands in pockets.
"We are most likely going to accept their tender to supply the valves for the Mark four. Do you think they can handle it?"
"I don't see why not. It's their game."
"They're sending someone up tomorrow to give us some bullshit. Can you come down, you'll be better than anyone at smelling the bullshit out."
"No problem."
Arnie departed. Jeff started to think about who would come up. He knew who he wanted to come up and he was not going to get much sleep tonight thinking about it.
*
Jeff was in early and slightly better dressed than usual. He paced about for half an hour before anyone else arrived. He then settled down at his desk, waiting to be called.
After simply ages, Arnie passed through the office.
"Jeff, you ready."
"I'll be down in a second." Jeff feigned industry for a few moments to let Arnie go. If Venessa did not turn up he was going to be sorely disappointed. He loitered at the top of the steps until he could hear the voices in the foyer. Then he heard hers. Time to go down.
"You'll remember Jeff." Arnie said.
"Of course." Venessa reached forward and coolly greeted him. "Firm handshake as always, Jeff."
"Nice to see you, Venessa, I'm looking forward to the presentation. Although I'm sure I won't see anything I haven't seen before."
"I expect not. I hope you can keep your eyes open."
Arnie stepped in front of them, "The meeting room's all ready to go. Shall we begin?"
*
Venessa was good. She gave them the full works. Jeff had no interest in the blurb, but that is not to say he was not enthralled. Venessa finished up and Arnie brought the meeting to a close. Everyone filed out. Arnie stopped Jeff.
"Nothing there that worries you?"
"No."
"Good, I think we're going for it, makes sense, we'll discuss the details of the contract this afternoon with the board when she's gone back to her hotel. You won't really be needed there Jeff. But I'll be going over to her hotel for dinner this evening to discuss the result, you should come along, seeing as you know each other."
"Consider me in." Jeff was going to have a slow afternoon.
Jeff's slow afternoon was in fact only interrupted once. Arnie stamped over to him late in the day.
"Jeff, look, bit of a domestic upheaval, I've got to go home. We've decided on th contract, you'll be ok going over to the hotel and signing for us, we've ironed everything out, except the price."
"The price?"
"Yeah, look, you know our ceiling, we're definitely not going over it, but we're not expecting you to negotiate, so just sign it off."
Arnie stomped out coat in hand. Negotiating with Venessa? He had done that before and ended up naked and jerking off in front of her. Jeff was curious to see how it would go this time.
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Jeff walked into the hotel lobby and looked around. He was exactly on time, but he had to walk around the car park about twelve times in order to be so. He went up to the reception, there was no-one there and he was just contemplating how hard to press the bell when Venessa interrupted him.
"On time, how obedient. I have a table inside, why don't you come through." She turned and walked through the dining room door. Jeff followed.
By the time he went through she was already seated. He took his chair opposite.
"Hi Venessa, look, about the contract."
"Jeff, relax, why can't we have a nice dinner. We'll talk about it afterwards."
"Right." Venessa not talking business was a little unexpected but she was also right, he should relax. Jeff took off his jacket, hung it on the back of the chair and picked up the menu. The food would be free too.
*
The meal went well, Jeff even said a few funny things and Venessa laughed. Venessa said a few funny things too, he laughed. He momentarily forgot the matters at hand and started to wonder how things might have gone if it all did not get so drunkenly out of hand on that trip.
Finally the deserts were cleared.
"Business to attend to, Jeff. Ugly I know, but it is why we are here."
"Of course, look there is one thing I want to clear up about that..."
"Sorry, Jeff I don't have the forms, they are in my room, if you'll come upstairs, we can get down to business there."
Venessa stood up and without waiting for a response she walked out of the restaurant. The thought of going up to her room froze him for a moment, then Jeff scrambled for his jacket and followed her, just catching her at the lift.
Venessa took him to the room door, inserted the key, and led him inside. The room had a small table with a chair either side, as well as a large double bed. The table had a few documents neatly piled on it. Venessa sat down.
"Look, Venessa, about the price, I'm not going to negotiate with you. I know you, you'll eat me for breakfast. Arnie gave me the top line, it's sixty three pounds a unit. Take it."
Venessa started to write something.
"That's interesting news Jeff."
Jeff sat on the other chair.
"So we'll call it sixty three. I know your company remember, there's margin enough for you."
"Of course there is." Venessa was still writing, then she stopped and looked up, looked straight at him. "You know I'm not going to settle for that."
"Come on, I've already caved. Anyway I'm just not authorised to go any higher."
"Not even one pound higher?"
"No, like I said, that's it."
"But your signature is still binding?"
"Well, yeah..."
"Good." Venessa leant back in her chair. "I was beginning to think I had wasted my time inviting you up."
Jeff was feeling a little uncomfortable, she was examining him.
"Not even one more little pound?" She said slowly, as if she was a small child denied her favourite toy.
"I just said."
"Jeff, let's say we call it sixty four pounds and I'll take off my dress."
Jeff laughed. Then stopped. She looked very serious.
"We're not teenagers."
