Chelsea sipped her wine and watched as George chatted with the older businessmen. He had worn the gray suit with the red tie. It was a silk tie and Chelsea knew that it was fine silk. She had tugged on it gently to tease him. She loved how sharp and dignified he looked. His silver hair was styled and his large hands were freshly manicured. He was laughing and shaking hands with one of the younger men in the group. Chelsea knew that this was an important social event. George was one of the top international lawyers at the firm and he was working towards gaining some new business. He had always been successful in everything he did; women and his career were no exception. George glanced up at Chelsea and winked at her. Then he turned and listened to Mr. Nico continue his discussion.
"We definitely need someone as knowledgeable as you working for us. We have had some, let us say, issues in the past that would be best if they were not repeated."
"I understand completely. I have worked with these types of situations in the past and we can work together to effectively deal with any issues."
The two men shook hands. George was ecstatic. Mr. Nico owned one of the largest advertising firms in Italy and he was always dealing with legal matters. This would allow George to do more traveling and to earn more money. George glanced over at Chelsea and then noticed Mr. Nico staring as well.
"Is everything alright sir?" George knew that for the first little while he would need to be on his best behavior. He knew Mr. Nico's first name, but wouldn't dare call him by that. Sir was more dignified and even though there was only a few years difference in ages, he needed to be as respectful as possible.
"Your mistress is lovely. If I were you, I'd be in my hotel room as opposed to chatting it up with an old guy like me." Mr. Nico grinned. George couldn't help but smile.
"That's Chelsea. She is very lovely. She knows that we're here for business."
"You are a lucky man, George. If you ever want to lend her out, give me a call." Mr. Nico shook George's hand firmly and wandered off with his entourage. George took a deep breath and walked towards Chelsea. The long night of socializing had paid off and now he wanted her.
"How did it go baby?" Chelsea's voice was soft and quiet. She knew she had to be restrained, even though she wanted to drop to her knees and suck him off. The dress she was wearing was skin tight, but it was much longer than she normally wore. It was custom designed for her by a designer in New York. It was low cut and showed off her cleavage wonderfully. The slit along her left leg showed off her smooth legs and the matching green high heels made her just as tall as George. George's eyes ran up and down her body and his cock began to harden.
"You had to wear the fuck me heels didn't you?"
