Harriet sat in her flat in a short robe sipping at her coffee pondering on the sudden turn of events at work which had catapulted her into the limelight, the very last place she wanted to be. Her goal had always been to keep this job which she felt fortunate to have and she had strived to do her best, be polite, do exactly what she was told. It had been a rocky road at times, and yes, she had made mistakes, She was very much aware of the cutthroat nature of the owner of Fastnett Computers Devon McGuire her employer and her ruthless bitchy P.A. Carla Shanks. Harriet knew that every day might be her last if she was not up to scratch.
But this, what had happened, she could simply never have conceived of it. An out of the blue order from Devon to 'seduce' clients to ensure that a very important contract came the company's way.
'Use your feminine wiles Harriet,' Devon had said locking eyes with her.
Harriet had gone red. 'Yes,' Ms. McGuire,' she had answered.
So here she was about to get ready for a dinner date to try and do exactly what she had been told to. She knew that sweeteners were an important element in contract decisions and came in many forms.
She drained her coffee cup and looked again at the shots on the phone that Devon had sent her. Michael, tall and confident, Grant, a little shorter, very handsome. At least now she knew the names of those she had been up close and personal with in the broken-down lift at work yesterday.
Her mind drifted back to what had happened when she was taking the two not unattractive clients on that tour of the building and a little shiver ran through her. Unknown to anyone at Fastnett Harriet had a rampant sexual appetite which she had kept tightly under control where work was concerned. Until yesterday that was, when the dormant fires of her sensuous desires had been stoked.
She clamped her thighs together, resisting the temptation to slip her hand inside her robe.
She had not been touched for ages and being lewdly interfered with, despite her shock and initial embarrassment and whispered protestations, had so excited her.
A little aggression had always been such a turn on for Harriet. Helpless to stop Grant's bare stiff penis frotting across her bottom cheeks trying to push between her legs through her skirt. His hands busy up her sweater unfastening her bra playing with her breasts and nipples on and on till she couldn't think straight, being forced to stroke his bare smooth rigid penis; Michael's hand right up her skirt her damp panties worked down, his finger up her aroused cunt. All of this in public with the possibility of being caught, shamed, dismissed, had driven her to a quite shattering orgasm.
Harriet forced her mind back to the present. If she had to be the sweetener that got the contract over the line, then so be it.
She had taken her time choosing her underwear for this dinner date. Before her shower she picked out a powder blue, low cut pushup bra, matching lace trimmed hi leg panties and a sheer pair of hold ups with lace tops.
She undressed and went into the bathroom. Watching her self naked in the mirror.
She carefully trimmed her pussy leaving a cute little landing strip, showered and went back into the bedroom to get dressed. Time was moving on. Looking good, even if I say it myself, she thought. She picked up her bra and began to put on her underwear.
Harriet's blouse was powder blue, her three inches above the knee skirt, low on her hips, navy. She slipped into her heels, put on her little gold crucifix and closed the clasp. It dangled in the valley between her breasts.
She was due at the client's hotel at seven. She slipped into her light blue coat and picked up her clutch bag just as her phone beeped with a message that her taxi had arrived.
In the cab Harriet took out her Dolche & Gabbana parfum, sprayed a little on her neck and the backs of her wrists. The driver was all eyes in the rear-view mirror He grinned good naturedly and looked away.
Michael and Grant were waiting for her in the lobby, lost in their own thoughts. Both were inwardly excited. There was something different about this girl, something hidden and alluring mused Michael. He fantasized about having Harriet willingly roped, spread eagled on the bed, naked except for one earring and an ankle chain, helpless, her nipples stiff, her pussy glistening in anticipation of being taken. Grant replayed in his mind frotting against her taut buttocks in the lift, the feel of her fingers on his cock.
When she entered the hotel lobby Michael and Grant waved over from where they were sitting.
Harriet waved back and pointed to the sign for the ladies. Once she was inside she fixed her hair, checked her make up and took out her parfum. She hiked up her skirt and sprayed her bare thighs above her stocking tops. It would have to do. She left the bathroom and went over to meet the clients.
'Michael,' she said warmly putting her arm round his neck and kissing his cheek, 'and you too Grant,' as she greeted him likewise, A heady mix of talc, perfume. shampoo and a hint of something else wafted over the clients.
'You look so pretty Harriet,' said Michael, 'we're so glad you could come'
Harriet blushed as she thanked him. Grant was trying not to stare.
'Let me take your coat Harriet,' he offered. 'l'll hand it in while Mike shows you to our table.'
'Why thank you,' murmured Harriet opening her coat and starting to slide if off her shoulders. As she did so her breasts pressed forward against her taut blouse. It did not go unnoticed by the two men.
Grant took her coat and walked away towards the cloakroom. He could smell her scent off her coat and his penis stirred in his pants.
When they sat down, and the waiter brought menus, Harriet ran a hand through her hair and leant forwards to peruse her menu on the table drawing attention to the little gold crucifix dangling down between her cleavage.
The dinner went well. Harriet had two glasses of wine and got a little animated, talking with her hands. Michael was captivated by her long slender fingers and the powder blue nail polish on her short well-trimmed nails. She was persuaded to have a liqueur with her coffee and, face flushed, couldn't seem to be able to sit still, kept crossing and uncrossing her nylon encased legs chattering away. Grant wished she would stop shifting around in her chair. She was giving him a hard on as her short skirt worked higher up her firm thighs.
