I quickly discovered that you don't learn the ins and outs of human resources during a few hours spent on the internet. I was somewhat concerned that Mr. Smith's associates would see through my ruse immediately so I'd have to rely on my brilliant smile and awesome looks to get me through the luncheon later today.
Mr. Smith was expecting appropriate business attire so after slipping into a black satin thong and matching bra I smoothed a pair of black thigh high nylons over my shapely legs. That took care of my appearance for Mr. Smith after the luncheon when I assumed we'd be alone. A pale blue cotton blouse and form-fitting black slacks topped with a black suit jacket fit the bill as business attire. I opted for a medium height pair of black pumps to finish my ensemble for the luncheon.
I applied just a hint of eye shadow and a very light shade of pink lipstick. I considered leaving my wavy blonde hair spread evenly over my shoulders but decided to go with the ultra-conservative look of tying my hair up into a messy bun just above the collar of my jacket. I liked the look of this hairstyle and it had the advantage that when I got Mr. Smith alone I could undo it while I seduced him.
Late morning traffic was heavy as I drove across town to Casa Grande to meet my client, Mr. Smith, causing me to arrive five minutes late. I found a parking spot across from the entrance to the restaurant and shifted my Benz into park. A quick glance at my reflection in the visor mirror confirmed that my hair and make-up fit the request of the client. As I slipped out of the driver's seat and straightened up I looked toward the portico extending from the building and noticed an older portly gentleman with pattern baldness and very white hair. As I walked in his direction I forced a smile hoping he wasn't my client for the afternoon. My hopes were dashed as I approached when he said. "You must be Angel?"
I forced a second smile then replied. "I am, and you must be Mr. Smith?"
His somewhat confused expression told me that Smith wasn't his real name a fact he confirmed when he said. "Do not call me Mr. Smith call me Larry."
"Ok, Larry I can do that." I answered then added. "Are we meeting anyone for lunch?"
Larry let his eyes roam over my form as he replied. "Yes, there are two associates joining us, Frank Reynolds and Ian Simmons both work with me. We are the human resources department at a local manufacturing company."
"And I am supposed to be some kind of outside consultant?" I asked wondering how I would pull off the ruse of being an expert in their field.
"That's right Angel." Larry answered.
I paused a moment before saying. "Larry I know very little about human resources and the knowledge I was able to gain the past few days is most likely rudimentary compared to three men who have worked in the field for a long time."
"HR is all about fair and equal treatment of all employees, if you keep that in mind you'll do fine." Larry said trying to reassure me.
As we waited for Frank and Ian to arrive Larry continued checking out my body. I felt a little uncomfortable having him for lack of a better phrase, size me up.
"Is my outfit what you had in mind?" I questioned him trying to draw his attention back to my face.
"Oh yes, it's perfect." Larry replied realizing I'd noticed his lecherous stare.
I smiled then offered something to keep his attention. "Hopefully you will enjoy what I'm wearing underneath just a much later."
"I'm sure we will." Larry replied.
His use of the word "we" confused me somewhat. My appointment was with one man but his answer led me to believe I'd be pleasuring more than just him.
Before I could ask him about it, he said. "Here's Frank and Ian." As he pointed toward a gray four-door sedan driving across the front of the portico.
I wasn't expecting to pleasure three men but I knew I could handle it and if that was the case I'd expect a more sizable tip than Larry alone would provide.
A minute or two later Ian and Frank rounded the corner of the building. One of them was about Larry's age but not nearly as overweight while the other appeared to be ten or so years their junior. Larry introduced us as the approached. "Angel this is Frank and Ian; guys this is Angel." Both had wide grins on their faces. The younger of the two extended his hand first. "I'm Frank it's a pleasure to meet you, Angel." He said.
As I shook his hand I glanced at Ian who was still grinning but as Larry had done earlier his eyes were roaming all over me. I wasn't all that happy about how these two old dudes were sizing me up and I let them know saying. "Maybe you'd like to take some pictures."
Ian instantly shot back. "I might just do that later."
His answer led me to believe that at least he and Larry both knew I was no HR consultant and I suspected Frank knew also judging by how long he continued holding onto my hand.
"I need a drink." Larry announced as Frank finally let my hand slip from his.
"I agree." I replied knowing that I'd need more than one for what I now suspected was going to be an afternoon of intense sucking and fucking.
All three scrambled to grab the door for me, the younger Frank moving quicker than his two older co-workers. He smiled widely at me as I walked past and into the restaurant.
I could almost feel all three pairs of eyes scanning my legs and ass from behind as I followed the hostess to a table toward the back of the dining room. I made sure to give their eyes something to enjoy allowing my hips to sway seductively from side to side as we walked.
Larry won the scramble to help me with my chair which meant that Frank and Ian were able to grab the chairs on either side of me leaving Larry to sit across the table from me. As we ordered drinks all three were clearly undressing me in their minds. I ordered a martini knowing I'd want to be a little tipsy later when I would be pleasuring them.
I decided to carry on the human resources ruse at least for a little while and asked all three. "How long have you all been working in HR?"
"I got my bachelor's in labor law at Cal State in 75" Larry quickly and rather proudly replied.
Ian and Frank answered almost simultaneously. "I've been an HR manager for..." Ian said "Fifteen years." And Frank said. "Twenty years."
I knew I was in way over my head with the few hours I'd spent studying human resources on the internet.