I have mentioned before that I work is a predominantly male industry; I had taken a position with a new company as director of sales. This was a customer-focused business, and we were competing with six other companies that provided similar products and services, so we often sponsored parties for our current and prospective customers. It was approaching the end of the year and my new boss Carl did things a little different and more extravagant to try and win contracts. He had planned a large elaborate party that would be held at his country club leading up to the holidays.
Carl and was only 40 years old, having risen very quickly to own the company due to his aggressive sales tactics, he sometimes encouraged employees and their spouses to take extraordinary measures to "entertain" our customers. My wife; Pam had always found an excuse not to participate in those events after she had too much to drink and inadvertently became the evening entertainment at our own holiday party a couple of years ago.
Carl called me into his office one week before the big party, and said "this will be an important party for us. We obviously need to keep our current customers happy, but we will also be entertaining some prospective customers from an American-owned company in South America. Closing their deal would mean a significant and profitable increase in our sales, and we are going all out to impress them at the party.
You know that, in the past, we have asked some of our sales associates to entertain our customers, and I usually make those assignments based on what I determine to be the best compatibility factors. You and Pam have not helped much with entertainment at any of those functions. But we really need your help this time. This account could also do a lot for your career, and your commissions from those sales would be larger than those from all of your other customers combined. If you do this for me, they will be your account."
I said, "I have just never felt comfortable putting my wife in the position of entertaining strange men, even if there would be no requirement to get too cozy with them. I am aware that some of our junior sales associates and their wives have made big sacrifices for the company to get certain accounts. Is that what you're talking about?"
Then Carl said, "Hold on nobody said anything about doing anything you are uncomfortable with. We just know that the President of the firm, Philippe and his COO Jorge will be expecting to be entertained while they are here. They are both mature African-American men in their 40s and they both expect personalized treatment. They would expect the head of sales for their account to at least be their hosts at the party that might be enough to seal the deal with them".
"What the hell Carl," I said, "That is sure starting to sound intimate me. Just what do you expect Pam and me to do with them?"
Carl continued, "I would just like you and Pam to sit with them at dinner and maybe let Pam dance with them a few times. It will make them feel important knowing that we have our highest ranking salesman entertaining them and that we went out of our way to find the best companions for them".
Needless to say it was not an easy sell to my wife. She made my life miserable but finally caved the week before the party. She agreed to go but only for the sake of my job and the commission.
On the night of the party my wife finished her outfit; the dress was made of a light satin material, and was a little similar to the famous Marilyn Monroe dress as the skirt was full and heavily pleated, although it was a little longer and very classy. The top of the dress was like a crop top so she did not wear a bra but it was still very conservative.
Carl had asked us to show up a little early to make sure things were set up properly for the party. When we pulled up to the club house it almost looked closed. We entered the front door and Carl must have paid for the entire place for the evening. The large room was nicely decorated with one hors-d'oeuvre table on each end. At the center of the room was a small platform where a small band was setting up.
There were only two bar tenders; one at each bar and about four kitchen staff. He said that he had some girls showing up any minute to be the wait staff for the party and showed us the skimpy costumes they were to wear. My wife showed her disgust and walked off to gander at the food selections.
Carl got a call just as a few of the guests were to start arriving and walked off talking loudly and body language that signaled he had a problem. I was checking out the room with my wife when I noticed a few of my old colleagues arrive; Ricky, Claudio and Kenny. A few minutes after that I saw Carl and the three guys walk down the hallway having a discussion.
Over the next 20 minutes several groups for the party arrived but it seemed a little odd, there were only men. It was then I saw Carl looking at me with a strange look. He slowly walked over to me and said there was a problem; only three girls would be able to make the party for serving and entertainment. He was frantic and gave me that look... "Would you ask Pam if she would help out?"
I told Carl no way, he was on his own she would skin me alive if I asked. He looked me straight in the eyes and said "would it be okay if I asked?"
I scoffed and said good luck knowing she would say no. Carl meandered across the room to where my wife was standing, hesitating and then asking her a question. I could see her get animated; shaking her head in disgust and loudly responding to his request. Then I saw Carl pleading and then he reached for his wallet. He took out a wad of bills and held them in front of my wife. She just stood there for several minutes looking at him, and then she snatched the money from his hand and crossed her arms. Carl then pointed down the hallway. I was confused.
My wife disappeared around the corner and by the time the four girls came walking back down the hallway there must have been about 30 guys in the place. One girl had a little stripper outfit, another looked like a slinky red riding hood, a nurse and my wife was at the rear in a tiny blue Swedish little girl outfit. As they came around the corner I could see the white top my wife had on was very sheer, the dark quarter size circle of her nipples were clearly visible because she had not worn a bra.
As Pam walked past me I also noticed the tiny skirt did not even cover her bottom. When she bent over to get a tray I could see she had worn sheer red panties that exposed the crevice of her ass. Pam always did enjoy showing off and flirting but she had agreed to be a hostess, waitress and...
