Penny adjusted her blazer, then quietly left the washroom and returned to her desk. She hadn't really gotten any work completed that day, beyond typing up some notes and organizing the digital calendars for the three men. Honestly, there wasn't much for her to do, which she supposed was why they needed her - they worked so hard they really needed some stress relief. She smiled to herself, very happy with how the day had gone. She'd never had a hard time enjoying sex, but those men really knew what they were doing. She'd learned new things about herself too: who knew she could get so into such kink?
"Ms. Ferguson?" she heard over her intercom. "We have dinner plans at 6:00 PM. Be ready."
She heard a click and knew her response wasn't needed. And based on how abrupt the instructions had been, she knew Mr. Hammond wasn't expecting anything other than a yes anyway. She continued typing out some notes, then began reading through some of the files for each client, figuring it wouldn't hurt to understand who may be meeting any of the partners in the future and how she could maybe help.
"All set?"
Penny looked up to see Mr. Nathan standing in the doorway wearing his coat. Over two hours had passed without her even realizing it. "All set," she replied, reaching into a drawer to retrieve her purse. She stood as Mr. Nathan opened the closet next to her desk, took her coat and held it up for her to slip her arms into. She was more than a little pleased at his gentlemanly behaviour, particularly considering that between their own encounter earlier and what his partners must have told him, she wouldn't exactly be considered a lady to much of society.
"Thank you, Mr. Nathan," she said, smiling up at him. She knew their first names, of course, but found she liked the formality and the slightly naughty reminder that they were her bosses.
He put his hand in the small of her back and nudged her out the door to a waiting car. Mr. Hammond was in the driver's seat and Mr. Green was riding shotgun. Mr. Nathan reached out to open one of the back doors, holding her hand as she slid into her seat, closing it softly when she pulled her legs in. The leather was a light tan colour and softer than any she'd felt before. The rest of the interior looked a lot like their offices - dark wood and an old-school, classy feel. And seemingly very expensive as well.
She clicked her seatbelt into place at the same time as Mr. Nathan, who'd gotten in the other side, and face forward as the car pulled away. Her attention was immediately drawn back to her left, though, as Mr. Nathan reached over and ran one finger up her thigh before grabbing her hand. He intertwined their fingers, then leaned back staring ahead. It seemed like he really just wanted to hold hands, so she squeezed her hand around his once, then looked forward for the remainder of the ride which lasted about 15 minutes. The car pulled up in front of a red-brick building with no name, just a brass plaque over the door that looked like a coat of arms.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"A men's club of which we're all members," Mr. Green replied. "Women aren't usually allowed, but we reserved a private dining room for the evening which is when an exception is made. And this will give us a more... intimate environment for us all to get to know each other better," he said with a smirk, opening his door and stepping out. He moved immediately to open Penny's door, holding out his hand to help her out.
Penny was a little overwhelmed with the attention, her last boyfriend not even holding the doors for her since she was a "strong, independent woman". And she was. But sometimes it was nice to feel a little dainty. She placed her hand in his which he then tucked into his elbow as they walked up the steps. Mr. Hammond handed his keys to the valet then he and Mr. Nathan followed in behind them.
They all stopped in the foyer and Mr. Hammond stepped up to pull her coat off her shoulders, which he promptly handed to the elderly man waiting just inside the doors who greet them all by name. All three men handed over their coats and proceeded down the hall, Mr. Hammond's hand resting just above her ass.
They walked through a door into a large room decorated more as a sitting room than a dining room, though a table sat in the centre with four chairs around it, set for supper. Against one wall was a fireplace with a blaze already going. To either side sat comfortable-looking armchairs. On the opposite wall was a couch which matched the chairs, a side table on either end with lamps adorning each. The art on the walls was almost erotic, with each painting showing the same women, each in a different stage of undress. Depending on which way you looked at them, she was either getting dressed or stripping.
"Have a seat, Penny," Mr. Green said, holding out her chair. She stepped away from Mr. Hammond and sat down. Each man quickly took a seat at the table and Mr. Green picked up a bottle of Champagne from the silver bucket where it had been chilling and poured them all a glass.
"Penny, it's only been a day, but I think we can all agree that we're thrilled you agreed to join us. I can personally attest to the fact that I was more productive today than I have been in months, and that's even with that hour-long break this morning," Mr. Nathan toasted, with a wink in her direction. "We're so happy to have you here and look forward to higher office morale."
Penny blushed, pleased when the other two men heartily agreed. They all clinked glasses, then sat back in their seats. The door opened a second later and two servers walked in, each with two dome-covered plates, and set one in front of each diner. They removed the cloches, and walked out, not having said a word.
Penny looked down at her plate, a beautiful fillet of salmon atop what looked like mushroom risotto in front of her. She looked back up, seeing all three men staring at her in a way that made her pussy clench.
"Get that look off your face, Penny," Mr. Nathan laughed. "We're going to eat before ravishing you. Besides, you'll need the fuel."
His words broke the tense feeling in the room, all of them anticipating what they knew would happen later. Each of them picked up their utensils and began eating, holding light conversation throughout the meal, sometimes asking Penny questions, answering hers, or lightly ribbing each other over past misdeeds. It was clear to her that the men had known each other a long time and were more than comfortable together, though clearly dedicated to their jobs, all working together to make their firm a success.
Penny placed her silverware on her plate indicating she was finished and leaned back in her chair, moving her Champagne glass to her lips. Mr. Green had kept her glass topped up and she thought she must have had about three glasses; she was starting to feel it now.
The air became heavier as the men realized she'd finished, pushing aside their plates and turning towards her as one.
"All finished?" Mr. Hammond asked, his voice deeper than usual.
Penny nodded, and he stood and moved to a small intercom on the wall by the door. "We're ready for dessert," he said into it before releasing the button and moving to the small bar in the corner. "Scotch?" he asked the room at large, not waiting for anyone's answer before he poured four, coming around to hand them each a glass as the door once again opened. The same two servers came back into the room, removing the plates and silverware and returning a moment later with a large platter covered in delicate pastries and small desserts which were left in the middle of the table.
One of the servers stopped at the door on the way out, asking if there was anything else the party would require that evening. "Just privacy," Mr. Green answered, to which the server smiled knowingly, nodding swiftly and departing. Penny took a deep breath, knowing that the evening was about to get a lot more interesting.
