CHAPTER 8: HAPPY CLIENT
I was reviewing the firm's financial statements for the month when the Lush inside my cunt suddenly went from a low, even vibration to an intense pulse. I gasped and clutched the arms of my desk chair as my phone chimed. As I clutched the chair arms, I scanned the desktop for the phone as it chimed a second time. I moved a couple papers and sucked in a deep breath to gather myself and steady my voice despite the raging sensation emanating from my cunt.
"Ace Construction, Katie Baldwin speaking."
"Katie, it's Gary."
"Oh, thank God, sir ... are you the one ...?" I stammered out.
"Oh, yeah, sorry ...that was an accident..." there was a pause as he used his smartphone to change the Lush setting. The vibrations in my cunt changed back to gentle and even. I sighed as my ability to fully focus returned. "You remember we're at the final walk-through with the client at the Zander project?" I told him I did. "It's going very well. He is very pleased. In fact, he's so pleased he brought out some booze and is expounding on what the expansion is for. He asked about you. Do you remember talking to him?"
"Zander ... yes, sir, I remember. He called a few times when he wanted to talk to you about some changes he was thinking about. I also brought a revised estimate contract sheet out to you for him to approve because he was in a hurry." I remembered him as kind of a small, mousy black guy, only a few inches taller than me and heavy for his height.
"Right, he's had a bunch of changes from the beginning estimate but he's never argued about our estimate increases. Anyway, he remembers you and asked if you could also join the little celebration party." Of course, if that's what the guys wanted. "Listen ... Katie ..." and Gary paused, "he's talking about ideas for additional expansions. You remember his place, a large country estate and we were remodeling the upstairs of what was a guest house?" I nodded to myself and affirmed to him. "Katie, it turns out he's something of a rising porn guy. He's got a site of porn vids and he wants to expand his pay site to his own video productions. That's what this building will be for. What we just finished is the first filming studio."
I chuckled. "How should I be dressed, sir? Are you thinking I can enhance future business?"
He hesitated on the other end, though I could hear laughter in the background. "What would you say to that?"
"Say, sir? It's part of the agreement I signed, remember? I trust you guys, sir. Tell me what you want, who to fuck, where, and how long. You know, sir, your four big black cocks are plenty for any slut but I signed up for anything you guys might want me to do." I giggled, "Even a white guy."
He laughed. "We'll make it up to you, Katie."
In all seriousness, I said, "I assume that means all four of you at once tonight." He laughed, the previous tension in his voice now gone. He told me how he wanted me dressed.
I pulled into the yard and found the trucks parked in front of the separate building. I followed the voices upstairs and, "Holy shit!" I heard and tracked the excited voice to an older black man in the room, Mr. Zander. Being in front of him, again, I confirmed my previous impression: he was maybe 50, only a few inches taller than me, and his body carrying too many extra pounds. He was walking straight toward me while my guys were standing with big smiles on their faces, drinks in hand. "I have to say, Katie," he said as his eyes roamed over my body, "you were beautiful last time I saw you in your business-appropriate jeans and pull-over shirt but this ... WOW!" What was he reacting to? Gary had me dress in one of the pleated micro-skirts that maybe covered my ass and a semi-sheer, body-hugging, white tank top, sheer white thigh-high stockings that the skirt didn't come close to covering the lace tops, and high heels. "I had a feeling," he began again as he wrapped his arm around my waist to lead me to the makeshift bar, "that there was more to you and them than an office manager. Then I thought it was just my dirty mind but I was right before, wasn't I?"
I giggled, playing it up, as I leaned into him to put a kiss on his cheek, "Yes, sir, you were correct." Then, I felt his hand slide from my waist to under the almost non-existent skirt as he cupped one ass cheek.
His hand moved over my ass as if searching for something. He smiled at me, then at the guys. "No pantie or thong." It was a statement but he was looking at the guys, Gary specifically, for comment.
Gary walked up to us and took a nipple between his fingers that were very prominent through the thin jersey material of my tight tank top. "If she's allowed clothes, bra and panties are not included."
"Allowed?" Zander asked with increased curiosity. He lifted the little skirt at the front and took a look, finding my bald, white cunt, of course. I was getting increasingly aroused at the attention and Gary's manipulation of my nipple was confirming that he hadn't changed his mind about how my presence might be used. "We were talking about the other remodeling projects I have in mind," Zander continued. "Can I assume having Katie come dressed like this is an indication of how interested your company is in having the other projects?"
I looked at Gary and he saw my interest in responding, though he didn't know exactly what I was intending. By turning to face Zander directly, the hand he had on my bare hip slid to my abdomen and he only moved his fingers inches as I separated my feet for him to be touching my moist cunt lips. "You're a successful porn-king, sir," I began exaggerating my impression, "with projects we would be very interested in continuing in a satisfying relationship. Me ... I'm merely their black cock slut who works in their office. Gary thought ... correctly we hope ... that if we applied all our talents to your ... ah ... needs that we could create a very satisfying cooperation."
He looked over my shoulder at the guys. His fingers at my cunt hadn't moved as though their finding my moist lips had been a pleasant surprise that he didn't wish to ruin by being too aggressive. He apparently wasn't finding any objection from the guys but it was likely my next action that helped the most. I stepped a bit closer to him and dipped my body slightly, both actions putting more pressure on his fingers at my cunt.
"Slut," he repeated as if his mind stopped on that word.
I leaned forward to give him a light kiss on the lips. "Black cock slut, sir."
His attention was fully on me. "Do you think it might be time to ... ah ... begin ... ah ... negotiations for the projects?"
His fingers were no longer idle on my cunt. His hand moved along my lips and a finger penetrated my juicy hole. I parted my feet a bit further and felt his finger curl into my hole. I gasped and smiled. I was acting on the obvious intention of how I was dressed and made the assumption Gary would stop me if I was going too far or too fast. The reality was, though, that the guys had developed a high trust in my instincts.
"I think so, sir. I think the two of us can begin the process by showing you just how intent Ace Construction is to fully satisfy your needs." I smiled at him as my hand slid down from his chest where I had rested it when I kissed him to cover his crotch. I kissed him, again. "Is there somewhere we can ... ah ... begin negotiations?"
I saw him glance, again, over my shoulder. Apparently not finding an objection, he removed his hand from between my legs and lightly took my elbow, and led me to the side of the larger room. I wasn't very familiar with the project just completed but there were a couple remodeled rooms to the side that were changing, cleanup rooms with closets, and bathrooms complete with showers. It was to one of those that he led me.
It was quiet in the main room as Zander closed the door behind us. It was quiet in this room, too, at least initially. This wasn't negotiation by verbal back and forth. This negotiation began with my crossing my arms in front of me and pulling my tank top up my body and over my head immediately followed by opening the single button a the side of the skirt's waist and pushing it over my hips. Naked except for stockings and heels, I stepped into his body for another kiss but it was no longer a quick, soft kiss. As our mouths attempted to meld together, his hands roamed over my entirely naked back and ass. He pulled me tightly into his crotch and my previous assumption was found to be true. Being a black man did not mean a big cock.