*Author's Note: This is erotic fantasy. It involves sexual situations between consenting adults, all of whom are over 18 years of age. Since it is fantasy and it's my fantasy, I presume a world free of STDs. I hope you enjoy the story. Comments are always appreciated.
WENDY - Part 4
Arriving at work the next morning, they found Shirelle with a smile on her face.
"I took it easy on him today," she said. "He said that unless you have something that you want to discuss, that there's no need to have a morning meeting."
"Really!" Wendy said, gasping.
"I asked him why he never commented on what I wear," Shirelle said, looking down at the pale-green top that she was wearing over a black miniskirt, her big dark nipples visible pressing against the material. "He told me that he didn't want me to feel objectified," she laughed. "I mean, I had just sucked his cock. I told him that I dressed this way for him, because that's what he liked, and that the least he could do was to let me know if he liked it."
"What did he say?" Wendy asked, fascinated.
"He said that he'd make it a point in the future," Shirelle replied, smiling. "I'm already planning tomorrow's outfit in my head."
"Why don't you just take him his coffee naked?" Mary asked, laughing.
"I thought of that," Shirelle replied, laughing. "I figured that that might be a tad over the line."
"Did you talk to your brothers?" Wendy asked.
"They can't wait," Shirelle laughed. "The thought of fucking that sweet ass of yours has them climbing the walls."
"Oh, god," Wendy groaned, then laughed. "It's a good thing that I enjoy it, isn't it?"
"It would truly suck if you didn't," Shirelle laughed.
It was just after lunch when Shirelle buzzed to tell Wendy that Pamela Grimes was on the phone for her.
"Hello, Pamela," Wendy said when she picked up. "How are you?"
"Just fine, thanks," Pamela replied. "How is your day going?"
"It's always fun here," Wendy replied.
"Would it be convenient for me to stop by this afternoon?" Pamela asked.
"Of course," Wendy replied, her heart racing.
"Would 4:00 be okay?" Pamela asked.
"That would be fine," Wendy replied.
"Wonderful," Pamela said. "I'll see you then."
"Mary, tell Jonathan that Pamela Grimes is coming to see me at 4:00," Wendy said, smiling. "Tell him that I think that it would be a good idea if he suddenly joined us at 4:20."
Wendy spent the next hour going over the information that she and Fred had put together, wanting to be prepared. She felt ready when Shirelle announced that Pamela had arrived and got to her feet to greet her, offering her a seat on the sofa in the sitting area.
"You've changed your office," Pamela said as she sat down.
"Yes," Wendy replied, taking one of the chairs opposite the sofa on the other side of the small, low coffee table. "It's far more practical to have Mary in here with me. Would you like some coffee or tea?"
"Some herbal tea would be nice if you have it," Pamela replied.
"I'll have a coffee," Wendy said to Mary. "Thanks."
"The list of the actual units that you're interested in selling was very helpful," Pamela said. "Our appraisers visited five of the properties and they all had the same basic impression, that everything is in excellent condition and that they feel that their salability is high."
"That sounds promising," Wendy said, smiling.
"Yes," Pamela agreed as Mary returned.
"This is a chamomile/ginger/lemongrass tea," Mary explained as she set a mug down in front of Pamela. "And here's brown sugar or honey if you'd like a sweetener. And your double espresso, black," she said, grinning at Wendy as she set her demi-tasse cup down in front of her, then took a seat in the chair next to her, picking up her notepad from her desk and a pen.
"What a delicious tea," Pamela said after taking a sip after stirring in some honey. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Mary said.
"We feel that you're underpricing the units, though," Pamela said. "We feel that you could easily get $2 million for the regular suites, and upwards of $15 million for some of the penthouses. As you pointed out, you are a renowned luxury brand with 5-star services. That adds tremendous value."
"Well, we certainly don't object to a higher price, though we don't want this to drag on interminably," Wendy said. "We'd like to sell at least 75% of them within a year and the rest within another year. If we have to sacrifice a bit on the price to do that, then so be it."
"We don't think that that would be a problem," Pamela said.
"Would you guarantee to purchase any unsold units yourselves at the end of two years?" Wendy asked. "Are you certain enough to do that?"
"That's an idea we could consider," Pamela replied slowly, "but certainly not at 3%."
"I see," Wendy said, frowning slightly. "With the increased price, you'd be making more money, even at 3%. I don't think that that's an unreasonable rate of commission."
"We just couldn't do it at 3%," Pamela said, shaking her head. "It's been made very clear to me that that's a non-starter."
"Then we are at an impasse," Wendy sighed, finishing her espresso and putting the cup down.
"I'd like to think that we could come to a mutually agreeable number," Pamela said, smiling. "We also have to consider our reputation. We've never done business at 3%. If that were to become known, it would make it difficult for us to get others with similarly valued properties to agree to a higher commission percentage."
"What if we were willing to go to 3.25% and you guarantee to purchase any sold units after two years?" Wendy offered. "We could make the terms of our arrangement confidential so that nobody would be able to find out. That would be approximately $1.25 million more in commission. I think that that would be very generous and fair."
"I'd have to take that back to our board of directors," Pamela said.
