Oma waited as Craig perused the contract. He fidgeted nervously; his face scrunched into an unhappy expression. He leaned back and looked up at his negotiating competitor.
"These terms seem a bit one-sided."
Oma held his gaze until he leaned down and continued to read and ponder the contract. The partnership would be lucrative for both sides but she knew Craig was always wary before sealing any deal, he wanted his best interests well protected.
Oma thumbed her intercom, summoning her assistant, Oksana, who entered the conference room promptly.
"Oksana, please fetch Tianna. Mr. Craig needs some inducement to conclude the paperwork."
"Yes, ma'am."
Oksana left and returned with Tianna, another of the office staff. She was young and displayed a mixture of prominent cheekbone Oriental eyes, modest height, and a bronze-toned African complexion.
"Girls, Mr. Craig needs a morale boost to close the transaction."
Oksana led Tianna to a position opposite the businessman and they faced him side-by-side.
The women turned to each other and leaned in, placing their lips together and commencing a passionate kiss. Craig's eyes went wide as the girls embraced and pressed their clothed chests together as they loosely tongue wrestled. Their lingual organs slithering between parted lips for Mr. Craig's viewing enjoyment. His excitement increased as they upped the passions.
They broke the lip lock but stared into each other's eyes with foreheads pressed together. Their hands fiddled with each other's blazers and blouses and soon two pairs of perfect breasts were being openly caressed and fondled by the opposite woman.
They resumed their passionate kisses, now with their broad brown nipples in compressed contact between the milk- and mocha-toned mammaries. Oma coughed politely and broke the lesbos spell.
"Tianna, show our guest how doing business with us will be to his benefit."
She reluctantly broke away from Oksana, backing away from her fondle-mate's longing expression, and bashfully knelt out of sight. Craig saw the high-backed chairs shift as she wormed her way past them under the broad conference table.
Craig sprang in his seat and then settled as the topless babe unzipped his pants and extracted his semi-tumescent man meat. Oma watched Craig's face as bisexual Tianna voraciously fellated the freshly enthused business client. She watched as Craig watched the top of Tianna's bobbing head cycle her plump lips along his cock. Craig's face progressively flushed and he started openly moaning.
"Tianna, could you stop a moment. Craig and I have something to discuss."
Tianna held her pose, his cock half embedded in her mouth, her tongue not moving, obeying her employer's command.
"No... don't stop... Ugh... please, I'm almost there..."
Craig looked over at stern-faced Oma, astutely demanding that business be concluded before pleasure be concluded. She held out a pen to him. He grabbed it and quickly signed the contract.
Oma pulled the executed document back to her side of the table, examined the scrawled hurried signature, and gave her negotiations oral facilitator permission to continue.
"Proceed, Tianna. A good deepthroat dive should do it..."
Tianna took an audible breath and plunged down, holding Craig's knob in her throat, employing quick swallowing motions that cycled her tonsils on his cock's coronal rim. Craig's back stiffened and his hips elevated off the chair cushion. The fellatrice drew back to catch her looming mouthful of spunk.
Craig howled out his spew, and his body shuddered through a series of retreating tremors as Tianna worked her post-orgasmic magic. His body drooped to calmness in the chair.
She crawled out from under the table to a waiting Oksana. They locked lips, their tongues converging again and their mouths shared back and forth the captured dregs of Craig's ejaculate.
Craig watched drearily, slouched in his chair. Oma broke the spell; it was time to clean up.
"Thank you, ladies. Marvelously done. Clean him up and then help him find his way out. Don't forget to prepare a contract copy for Craig before he departs."
The young assistants returned to Craig's exposed crotch and their tongues bathed his deflated manhood to cleanliness. Oksana rose while Tianna respectfully tucked him away tenderly in his pants, closing the zipper. The girls moved to their last assigned tasks, jointly helping Craig from his chair and, with an assistant's arm under either of his arms, guided him from the conference room. They deposited him in the reception area for his contract copy and scheduled departure.
With one business deal clinched, Oma turned to her next profit pursuit. She answered her cell and brightly chirped a greeting to a 'Mr. Dave'.
"Yes, let's get together. Tomorrow morning would be great..."
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Dave was reading through the prospectus for Oma's latest venture, but was frowning about the hyperbolic claims therein.
"These projections for membership fee growth are above any other gym franchise in the country, possibly the world."
"You may be right for the regular memberships. But we have an exclusive level membership plan that is attractive to elite persons that has generated extraordinary revenues. It's an adults-only reserved space for distinctive tastes in physical activities."
Dave shook his head, not totally convinced. Oma played her trump card.
"One of our exclusive level clubs is on the second floor of this building. Let me arrange for a singular tour and you can judge for yourself."
She rang for Oksana who promptly arrived.
"Please take our special guest to the gym club and see that he gets a thorough tour of the facility and the amenities available to our elite level membership."
"Yes, ma'am."
The assistant turned to her assigned guest.
"Will you follow me, sir?"
Oksana escorted Dave to the elevators and they rode down to the gym club level that occupied the entire second floor of the office tower.
There, they were greeted by a pair of personal trainers, twin sisters named Polly and Rachel, and Oksana handed off her guest. They took Dave to the men's locker room and helped him change into gym-issued shorts and T-shirts for his participatory tour.
They walked him through the aerobics area of the facility and features, mostly positioned in front of broad glass windows that gave a power-view of the street below. The mundane pedestrians often looked up to see the shapely bodies, male and female, perfecting their physiques and working off the inevitable stresses of their potent occupations in the building's many upper floor business offices.
Polly and Rachel took the opportunity to demonstrate the equipment staged near the windows. The girls' running and lifting routines tended to prominently pose and bounce their loose boobs beneath the tank top gym shirts, attracting the usual rubber necked stares from the street below. Dave was as interested in the mammary exhibition as the pausing street strollers and felt his blood warming more from the sexy display than from his current light body workout.
The girls knew their roles as gym ambassadors and took Dave through a special secure portal into the more elite private area of the club. The first stop was the mirror-walled isometrics room.
They started with a yoga-style stretching session on the spongy exercise mats, taking turns guiding Dave through a body bending and limb stretching series. While one guided from the front, pulling lightly, the other one pressed his pose from behind, squashing her tits against his back, and massaging his tight muscles. Consequently, even untouched, Dave's penile muscle was growing tense at the body and limb slackening caresses elsewhere.
The trio went to the swimming pool next. The girls helped Dave remove his shorts, shirt, and shoes as they likewise doffed their gym uniforms. He expected to get trunks but instead got a push that splashed him into the water with the twins jumping in after him. They lined him up in a center lane and paced his laps from either side as he swam back and forth.
Emerging naked, the group moved to the sauna. They laid him on the towel-covered cedar bench in the steamy atmosphere. Polly and Rachel tag-teamed a deep back and thigh massage. Rolling him onto his back, the pair swept his inner thighs and touched his re-stiffening manhood.
Rachel maneuvered to sit her lap under his head and rested it there. Her fingers gently rubbed his temples and she cooed him to relax.
"Close your eyes, sir. Let us take charge of your comfort and relaxation."
Dave shut his eyes and reveled in the feel of Rachel's fingers, first at his temple and scalp, then touching his cheek with one hand while the other circled his nipples. The combination of head and chest fondles sent tingles to his groin.
Meanwhile, Polly was kneeling next to his waist and her fingers were touching and caressing his cock and balls, adding external stimuli to the internal stimuli affected by the echoes of Rachel's tactile applications elsewhere. Dave's mind was in a daydream fog but he still perceived the giggly girls whispering to each other, and the commentary stirred his libido further.
