Closing The Business Deal

Marketing and branding are my specialty, working with companies to develop their product's image. Branding can be used to enhance a corporate image or the image of an individual. Most clients approach us to do work for them. Other times we meet potential clients at trade shows or industry events.

I met Charles at a trade show cocktail party, he was introduced to me by a current client. Charles was handsome, sophisticated, very polite, and charming. What one would expected from a successful CEO he was interested in my company's services. He also seemed very interested in me personally, which was not at all uncommon. I have always had the ability to turn heads and I have refined it to an art form. Dressed in a classic little black dress, a pair of fuck me heels, a string of pearls, classy but alluring.

Playing hard to get, I apologized saying that I had a previous meeting set up with a client, it was nice to meet him. We exchanged business cards, we need to talk he said. I let him know that I would reach out when time allowed.

An hour or so later, I received a texted from the client that introduced me to Charles. "Wow, you left him standing there with a hard on, ready to do anything to get you onboard."

"Hopefully, he was whimpering a little also," was my reply.

The following morning one of my executive assistants informed me that Charles' company reached out to set up a meeting.

A few weeks later, I arrived at Charles' corporate offices for an initial meeting. Knowing his late image of me was in a little black dress, I choose a very professional suit with pants to wear. Charles tried to hide his disappointment in my overly professional look. For the next hour we discussed business, his needs, our requirements. Running my fingers across his hand telling him that I would look forward to working closely with him. All that was needed was the half of million dollar retainer. The hook was set.

Standing up, I shook his hand, let me know your decision.

"Will you join me for dinner, to celebrate the agreement?" jumped out of his mouth.

"I wasn't planning on spending the day in the city," was my reply.

"I will have my executive assist make all the arrangements, hotel, flight, anything you need. On our dime of course," he replied.

His eyes were pleading with me.

"As long as you give my your executive assistant for the rest of the day for shopping I have nothing to wear at dinner?" I replied.

"As you wish, anything," was his reply.

The rest of the day started with lunch at my hotel with Grace his executive assistant. A martini to celebrate, then a bottle of wine. Grace and I got along swimmingly, we had much in common. The wine did its work and Grace was telling me all about Charles. Good and bad, how she had never seen him in such a state as I had him.

The more we talked a plan formed in my mind. Telling Grace we both need to take advantage of Charles' condition. As we shopped I asked Grace what parts of the female anatomy appealed to Charles? Legs and breast were the answer. I had well toned legs but my breast were small. Grace had an awesome set of breast on her, seeing one of the reason she was Charles' executive assistant.

As we shopped we grew closer, the store handling us glasses of Chardonnay at we checked out dresses. I found a wonderful little black dress that was obscenely short. Grace commented that there was no way I could sit down and not showoff my panties. I told her that I can solve that issue with ease. I will not wear any panties. Charles likes legs I will showoff all of my legs. Adding a nice pair of fuck me heels, I was set.

I told Grace now it was time for her dress. Why she asked? Because you are joining Charles and I for dinner.

We picked out a wonderful little black dress for Grace that highlighted her amazing breasts. The dress barely covered them and Grace would have to be careful to keep those big melons inside the dress. As she looking in the dressing room mirror she was shocked at how bold she looked. Grace's nipples were predominate as they strained against the material.

I could not resist running my thumbs across those rock hard nipples. Grace audibly gasped as my thumbs ran across her nipples. Responding to the positive sign, I palmed her breast and massaged them until she was weak kneed. I whispered in her ear, "Grace do you want to be my bitch?"

All she could do was nod.

I side a hand under her dress and across her mound. "Panties are never allowed, do you understand?" I continued.

Again all she could do is nod.

Like a good little bitch she removed her panties so my hand could run across her bald pussy.

I knew Grace was close to cumming. My fingers found her clit. "Cum for me bitch," I whispered in her ear.

That was all she needed as she exploded all over my hand.

As we left the store, I told her one more stop, we need an adult store to pick up some toys. Just ten minutes down the road was a store that had all that she needed.

We were ready for dinner. Back to my hotel, with my new found friend.