It was that weekend at the conference that broke the camel's back.
I spent two days being 'the entertainment' for a bunch of men I'd never met before, letting them paw at me, watch me dance and strip, and let them all have sex with me. All of them, plus the three senior partners, Larry, Dick, and Kenji! Sixteen men! Sixteen! The only thing that made it worth the humiliation and embarrassment of being Larry's corporate whore was the knowledge that it was finally over. Thirteen thousand dollars for selling my body for two days, and it was finally over.
Three weeks later, we got the news. Several of the deals fell through, and they didn't get the contract. That meant, by the agreement I had with Larry, I wouldn't get paid for the 'entertainment' I provided for those clients. Seven-thousand eight-hundred! That's all Steve got out of it. Just shy of eight-thousand! Not thirteen and change. Just Seventy-eight hundred!
Thankfully, I have a lovely lawyer for a husband and he had me detail the terms of the agreement I made with Larry. He was able to argue that the meetings that took place should be considered separate and not one long one. That meant that each of the three partners would have to pay five-hundred for each meeting, since they paid no matter how much or how little they took advantage of my services. That meant they had to pay me five-hundred each for the six meetings I provided services for.
That changed the total from short of eight to over twelve and a half thousand! And that would do it. It would be enough. He already got a verbal agreement from one of his three potential clients, and all that was left was signatures. We did it! We hit the goal!
Over the last few weeks before the deadline, he worked constantly, determined to get that last one over the finish line, even though I insisted he do it without the help of his hotwife escort. He hinted that he would probably get one of the other two as well if I would be Escort Barbie again, but I refused. I had come this far, and I didn't want to go back.
When he came home with just five days left, he swept me up in his arms, gave me the news that he did it! He cleared the mark with two-thousand to spare!
We thought about going out to one of our favorite restaurants, but I told him it would just cut into our sex time! I thought we'd finally have a night of well-deserved lovemaking. We both needed it bad. Instead what I got was another game of dress-up at the adult fashion store. I came home with a new bikini, a skimpy lingerie set, and a mouthful of cum from Steve and Roger. It was still more fun than we'd had with each other in months, so I enjoyed it.
That weekend was our monthly meeting with Larry. Steve suggested that once he told us about his promotion, we'd celebrate by treating him to a fancy dinner out, then back to his place for some fun in his big hot tub and oversized bed... as long as his wife wasn't there. It's not like I don't enjoy sex with Larry, so I agreed. I got all dolled up for him, put on one of the skimpy micro-dresses I didn't wear at the conference, and nothing else. If I was going to be taking everything off later, why make it complicated?
It started off as most of these meetings did. I set out some crackers and cheese, poured us all a glass of the wine Larry brought, and we made some chit-chat for a while. Then the men started to talk business. Which deals went through, how much commission Steve earned, and so on. Then, at the end was the talk of my commission for the escort work I did. We were both expecting the number to be more than enough to get Steve the promotion. I was even contemplating what I would do to thank Larry in his hot-tub. But then he showed us the numbers.
It wasn't close to what we expected! Short by thousands!
Then Larry explained. Because we argued and won that each of the senior partners were paying me for sex, not for my escort services, then the five-hundred they paid for each job, didn't count toward the job's commission! My weekend of debauchery didn't total to thirteen thousand, or twelve, or even seventy-eight hundred. Nope, it only counted for sixty-three hundred, plus because we already got paid for other jobs over the last six months, he retroactively applied the agreement as it was agreed upon, and we actually lost almost all of that sixty-three hundred as well. And thus, we were short by thousands!
Steve was furious, heartbroken, miserable, and impossible to console. I couldn't blame him. He just spent the last six months with his young wife working as an escort (and a whore) to further his career. Now, I think he realized, they were never going to give him that promotions as long as they could keep Escort Barbie to play with and use for more clients.
I was fuming. I told Larry it was over. He wasn't going to fuck me any more than he just did, and I was in the process of throwing him out of our house, when he said he had a proposal to let Steve get the promotion within the next two months. I didn't even want to hear it. I was sure it would have something to do with fucking Larry and his associates many more times, and I was done with that.
He sat us down, reluctantly in my case, and explained.
There was a client. A huge one. The biggest whale yet. A tech giant from South Africa who was considering a contract with the firm. If they got it, it would be massive. Dividends for miles, Larry said. Not only would Steve make Partner, but his commission on the job would also be 'astronomical'. That was the word he used. 'Astronomical'
The catch was, Steve would need to go there to close the deal. The guy was exceedingly busy most of the time, so all his vacations were always working vacations. In this case, he was going on a week-long safari, and would entertain their proposal if one of the lawyers from the firm went with him to talk up the deal.
"Africa!?" Steve blurted. "You want me... ME... the city boy, to go on safari in Africa?"
"Oh, I wholeheartedly agree." Larry said. "But he insisted on you specifically. And just to be clear, he was adamant about you. He said you had the contacts and relationships with the right people that he needed to make his portfolio work here in the US. Me? I think you won't last a day... unless we get you in shape. If you're able, that is."
"And how do we do that?" I asked.
He shrugged at me. "Get him outdoors, of course." He grinned. "How about a weeklong hike. There's a guided one that visits the Grand Canyon. Excellent for some outdoorsmanship. Roughing it, sleeping on the ground, washing with river water, cooking over an open fire." He sighed. "And white-water rafting! There's nothing more exciting... oh, except maybe your wife." He snickered. "I kind of envy you. I haven't been since I was your age. You'll love it!"
"Wait." Steve took a breath. "From city boy to white-water rafting? Just like that?" he scoffed. "Do you want me in shape, or hospitalized?"
Larry frowned. "Hmm, maybe you're right. Maybe start off small. Tell you what. Do a little research into your options tonight and let me know what you find. Good?"
Steve floundered a bit with this proposal but nodded and said he'd look into it.
"Excellent!" Larry cheered and clapped Steve on the shoulder. "Trust me. You can do this, and if you score big with this guy, I'm telling you, the sky's the limit!" He leaned himself back into the couch and grinned. "Tell you what. Maybe you should get started and I'll keep your little wife company while you work it out."
