Charlene Williams has featured in a number of my earlier stories. She is a successful banker, an attractive thirty something, single woman and she buys sex. She gets a buzz from that and from the types of sex she buys.
She has just received a significant promotion in the bank. This series of short stories explains just how this bizarre woman goes about celebrating her success.
Chapter 1
Charley had worn her sexiest and most expensive underwear for the meeting. She always did for big meetings; the bigger the meeting, the sexier the undies. Important meetings turned her on. Negotiating and getting her own way in business discussions excited her. They aroused her and could almost make her cum. Competing in a business meeting was like sex to her, it was sex to her and winning was like having an orgasm.
Charley was one of the most successful investment bankers in London and, in her book that meant the world. She was in the top two or three female UK bankers and was undoubtedly the top female M & A specialist, probably in the world.
At just thirty-three, she was now about to win the job she had set her heart when she left London University, some ten years ago. She was about to become, she was sure, the first female MD of the Global Mergers and Acquisitions Department of a serious investment bank. And Goddens, the US owned banking conglomerate, was the most serious of all serious investment banks; they were big, secure, American blue blood with a touch of UK aristocracy, bought of course. They were aggressive, influential and stupendously successful. There was hardly a major takeover or merger that happened anywhere in the world where Big G, as Goddens was known, was not involved. And from now on Charley would be responsible for all of that, for she was attending her final interview for the very top job in the world in that part of the bank's extensive activities.
As the panel of two American, one German and one English mature bankers, drawn from the main board interviewed her in New York, she was tingling all over. Her small, pert breasts felt so full, warm and alive and her prominent nipples were pounding with sensations as their puckered hardness fought valiantly to make indentations in the smooth material of her designer suit. She was used to that, however, so now she bought suits with suitably thick material to prevent them showing. Nevertheless, she knew they would be stretching the gossamer thinness of the Janet Reger, black lace and silk bra. Just as she also knew that the gusset of the black, lacy boyshorts would be damp if not soaked.
She knew that because she knew the meeting had gone well. Charley could read people, especially men so well that often she knew what they were going to be thinking in two minutes time before they even knew what they were thinking now. She was like a chess player in thinking ahead and it was that, in the main, which made her such an effective and successful negotiator.
It always amused to look at her adversaries in meetings. They were mostly male, often, like today, much older than her and usually, she could tell, they fancied her like hell. Then was hardly surprising. She was stunningly good looking, in a rather hard way, a little like Madonna. Her lips were probably a little thin and her nose slightly too pointed for her to be considered classically beautiful, but her big, perfectly oval, dark brown eyes made up for anything else that might be thought of as an impediment to her looks. Her hair was dark, almost black, and she wore it short, easier and quicker to wash and dry she rationalized; her time being very precious to her, but then it had to be when she averaged twelve hours a day six days a week working. Her skin was slightly olive tinted, making it look as though she had a permanent tan, and all over it was as smooth as a baby's bottom. Her body was slim, toned, taught and fit from regular very hard workouts in the gyms at her offices in London and New York and at her apartment block in London Docklands. Her weight never varied by more than a few pounds usually being spot on one hundred and thirty five pounds. Her figure was not spectacular for her slimness meant her breasts were small and her curves were not pronounced, but men that weren't boob men, loved it. Men that were leg men also loved it for hers were long and slim and men that were arse men simply adored her for her bum was pert and rounded with surprisingly full cheeks for one so slim; a real black girl's arse a lover had once complimented her as he plunged his tongue between her cheeks.
What amused her most of all in meetings, was that as her opponents and colleagues lusted after her, wondering what it would take to get inside Ms Charlene Williams knickers, she was most likely sitting there creaming them at the buzz of the negotiations, not the men.
Chapter 2
She realised that it was a little dangerous and that did concern a bit, but then that was part of the buzz. Buying sex was not so much physically dangerous, but could lead to blackmail, she figured. Nevertheless, Charley had been buying it for several years now. Buying it wherever her travels took her, New York, Paris, Frankfurt, Japan, Beijing, Mumbai, Dubai and even where they did not take her, her home town, London. Buying it in many forms, buying it to be with men, with women and with both. Buying it to satisfy her fantasies, sex with several men, a gangbang, being fucked by a huge cock and having two black guys simulate raping her. Buying it in place of letting sex, romance and love find her.
She did not have time to meet friends, to develop relationships other than for business, to meet people outside of her job with whom sex might come about and she fervently avoided any form of attachment to anyone inside her high finance world. She did nothing to prejudice her naked ambition of making it right to the top in the banking world.
So, since being introduced to escort agencies and the like a few years ago, by a woman who at the time was her boss, Charley had developed a network of contacts. Trusted contacts that could, for a price, usually an exceedingly high one, provide her with exactly what she fancied when and where she fancied it.
The drive from Wall Street up to the Pierre, although in a chauffer driven Cadillac, was tiresome. The traffic was terrible and even with the AC, the ninety plus outside temperature and high humidity got into the limo. The only redeeming feature was what she knew would be waiting for her at the hotel.
It was that what had got her through the drinks and chat after the interview. It was the expectancy of what would waiting for her that helped her survive the unnecessary, but traditional, dinner with the head of investment banking, the HR Director and the non-exec director responsible for recruitment. It was the knowledge of what would be waiting in her suite that had enabled her resist going to the toilet after the interview and wanking herself off. And it was that which was stopping her sliding her hands up her stockinged legs and masturbating behind the smoked glass in the back of the limo.
Chapter 3
It came as no great surprise to Charley when Roger Grevis the third, the CEO of the bank and Lord Ludlum, the Chairman, told her she had been successful, for she just knew she would be. Despite that, she had not arranged her real celebration of her promotion for tonight. That would come later. For tonight, she had called the agency from London.
"Hi it's Mrs Mason," she had said to the receptionist, using her ID.
"Hello Mrs Mason, could I please have your registration number and the answer to your security questions.
Charley gave those and was immediately put through to Naomi, her consultant.
She had been dealing with this agency, or consultancy as they called themselves, for some time now and was quite well known to Naomi, albeit by the assumed name; just in case. The agency insisted on not knowing the real identities of their clients and thus went to great lengths to maintain the privacy. That extended to the payment methods. Charley had to set up an account with a third party with whom she had to lodge five thousand dollars. When a payment was necessary, she would advise the third party as would the agency and the funds would be transferred; there was rarely any change from the five grand!
After using this agency for a year or so, Charley had come to trust them. She didn't buy sex on every trip to New York, after all, she was over about every other week, sometimes just for a day or evening, but when she wanted sex, she now only used them. She had tried others but this lot always produced the goods. They were extremely efficient, something she demanded and were ultra discrete, something she needed. , They did not know her real name or what she did so there was little risk in letting them know her hotel and room number; in any case, Charley was used to assessing risk and living with it, that's what top bankers do.
She had carefully briefed Naomi on what she wanted and had explained that she could not specify a time that she would arrive back at her hotel. She had agreed that she would pay an hourly rate and that the clock should start ticking at seven, the earliest she felt she would be able to get away from the interview.
"I may not be there until eleven, though," she explained.
"That's no problem we can be on call all night if you wish, but of course we will have to charge from seven."
"Yes I appreciate that, just make sure that whatever time I get there, everything is ready."
"Of course Ms Mason, I will handle it personally."
"Thanks Naomi," Charley had said from the first class lounge at Heathrow as she waited for her BA flight to New York two days ago.
She had known from experience that the interview and the offer of the job she had always wanted would turn her on. She knew that when she walked out of the Big G Head Office she would be sexually aroused and she was acutely aware that by the time, whatever time that was, she got back to The Pierre she would be in dire need of sex. It was always like that after a big meeting and that's why she made prior arrangements. She was scared that if she didn't do that, the need to be fucked would be so strong that she might just go to a bar and get herself picked up; she had done that before, but not since she had started buying it: so much tidier, cleaner and safer this way!
