Lien And Mrs Zhous Boardroom Cont

"You're joking, right?" Lien asked, her eyes widening as she stared at the outfit lying on the desk. The blouse was almost transparent, the skirt so short it was indecent, even for a porn video, and the heels were a stairway to heaven.

The power behind the board of Williamson and Sons, Mr. Williamson, dressed in a pinstripe, charcoal-grey Cesare Attolini suit stood beside his desk, his arms folded across his chest. His expression was unyielding. "I have had my eye on you for some time, Lien. I believe you have the ability and drive to be our next Financial Investment Controller and eventually have a seat on the board," he stated. " I have arranged for you and Jie Zhou, the present Financial Investment Controller, to give presentations to the Board on the direction our investments should take. Wearing this outfit at the Board meeting may just tip the scales in your favour."

The 24-year-old Lien picked up the blouse and held it against her petite frame. The material was thin silk and she could see her hand and painted, manicured nails clearly through it. The pleated skirt was only a little longer than the length of her extended hand and wrist. Lien was an Australian Vietnamese high achiever. Pushed by her boat refugee parents with extra tutoring since she was in Year 7, she had achieved the maximum possible state-wide Year 12 results and then at Victoria's number 1 university, Melbourne University, had been the top student in Accounting and Financial Planning.

But she wasn't just a nerd. She had a look-at-me face and was a petite 5 ft 3, 30B 23 30 bodied sex goddess. This wasn't the first time she had worn revealing clothing as she was a semi-permanent fixture at Asia Night at the Glitter Nightclub. However, this outfit that was supposed to be corporate business wear was more extreme and in a totally different league to what she wore there. Her hands picked up the black micro mini skirt thinking that the fabric would flare from her hips, its hem barely covering the base of her arse cheeks.

"Of course, this outfit is designed to be worn without underwear," Mr Williamson continued, speaking as though he was analytically dissecting the latest effect of Government tax laws for overseas investors. "Now go to the bathroom and put it on and we will go and see Jim Simmonds from the board and I will inform him to arrange a full board meeting in two weeks to compare and evaluate your presentation against that of Jie Zhou's and then convince the Board you should have this position."

The blouse was a size too small so it moulded tightly over her pert, firm tits and nipples and the thin material revealed the size of her dark areolae The way the skirt rose on her arse made her feel very exposed. She knew she would be the centre of attention as the skirt was so short displaying fully her legs on the four-inch heels. This was to be her new look but it was worth it if it helped her gain the position of Financial Investment Controller and obtain a seat on the board.

The click-clack of her heels echoed down the corridor as she accompanied Mr Williamson. She was now no longer an attractive yet demure financial accountant: she was a woman dressed as a slut. Deep down, she knew she would do whatever it took to replace the aging, dowdily dressed Jie Zhou.

Mr. Williamson turned and nodded approvingly. "Good," he said. "Now remember, Lien, I want you to be confident and professional at all times." His eyes lingered on the hint of her shaven pussy, peeking out from beneath her skirt as it flapped against her as she walked. "But also, don't forget to show all aspects of what you will bring to the job." With a deep breath, she nodded, ready to face the challenge she never imagined would present itself when she woke up that morning.

As they walked through the office to the elevator, Lien could feel the eyes of her colleagues on her. She stumbled through the open plan office, trying to ignore the whispers and glances that followed her. The first challenge came at the escalator. She stepped onto the moving staircase and felt the air-conditioned air hit the naked skin of her uncovered, shaved pussy as the skirt rode up even further when she extended her leg to step on it. Before they left their building Mr Williamson dropped his wallet and she gave everyone a clear view of her shaven pussy as she bent to retrieve it. The flash of skin was quick, but attention gathering. She saw the glances, the quick looks away, and the few who couldn't help but stare. Her cheeks flushed, but she kept going, reminding herself that she was doing this for her future.

When they finally reached the main entrance, she took another deep breath and stepped out into the bustling public space, taking the first steps to her rightful destiny, Financial Investment Controller of Williamson and Sons. Williamson and Sons was Australia's largest Private Company and specialised in property and business investments mainly from money from rich Asians who were getting their wealth out of their countries where they feared the Government patronage they enjoyed could change with a click of a finger. As a private company, it had no listing on the stock exchange and no legal need for an external auditor to protect shareholders. Jie Zhou's job and the one Lien coveted decided which property investments and businesses the money would be invested in.

Lien thought of Jie Zhou. The Chinese woman was 39 and had held the position of Financial Investment Controller since she was 24, the age Lien was now. Jie thought only of spreadsheets, figures and property value trends. She was tall, thin, dressed conservatively in loose, ill-fitting, baggy, non-feminine business trouser suits, wore no makeup and her hair was arranged in spinster buns that covered her ears. No one had ever heard of her having a date, and in fact, her nickname behind her back was Ms Excel, as a spreadsheet was all she took to bed.

Lien could feel a stickiness between her thighs, her body's response to the morning's events and the anticipation of outdoing the Chinese woman. The constant almost full display in public of her naked quim was affecting her. With every step she felt her arousal growing, a sexual warmth spreading through her ended up as sex juice oozing from her pussy which then dried on her skin. She knew 100% she would do what Mr Williamson had hinted at.

Mr Williamson ushered her into Jim Simmond's office. He was part of Ron Williamson's old boy club, favoured elite private-school friends, who carried out his commands. Jim was a man in his mid-fifties, an old classmate of Ron's with a reputation for being a semi-functional alcoholic, a womaniser and a yes man for Ron Williamson who referred to Jim as his pet dog and addressed him as 'Woof' in public. As Ron introduced the subject of informing the other 11 board members of a Friday meeting where both Jie Zhou and Lien would present their pitches Lien sat at the glass-topped conference table crossing her legs to one side. The pose was innocent, but the way her ultra-short skirt rode up her upper thighs was anything but. She could see the outline of her naked cunt in the reflection of the shiny floor and knew that anyone looking from the right angle would get an eyeful.

Between his sips of a Scottish single malt whiskey, Lien heard Jim Simmonds say, "Why do we need to do this? Jie Zhou has held the position for 15 years. No one you have suggested has managed to replace her. It's a waste of time."

Ron replied, "Hear her out, Jim. I have faith in her." Lien felt Mr Williamson's eyes on her, urging her to go through with the plan. She leant forward, ensuring that her skirt rode up as she did so. Then she stood and Jim Simmond's gaze dropped to her crotch. She saw the hunger in his eyes and felt a rush of adrenaline. This was all it took. With a flick of her hips, she parted her legs slightly, giving him an unobstructed view of her uncovered pussy. She heard his sharp intake of breath, and his eyes never left it as she continued to present her preliminary numbers.

Jim Simmond finally leant back in his chair. "I think we can agree on a Friday extraordinary board meeting, Ron," he said. "You present well, Miss Nguyen." Lien felt a surge of triumph. She had done it. She had used her body to advance her case, and Mr. Williamson's lecherous smile told her that she had performed to his satisfaction.

At their building, Mr. Williamson placed a firm hand on the small of her back, guiding her to his office. "You handled that well," he said, "But we're not done yet. It's time to reward your presentation skills." He started to unbuckle his belt. Knowing that a refusal would end her job hopes, she dropped to her knees, wondering if she would be able to suck him seeing the size of his cock straining against his pants. She took over unbuckling his belt and made short work of his zipper. He gasped as she took him into her wide stretched mouth, his cock's girth causing her teeth to graze his sensitive skin and make him squirm.

Her head bobbed up and down as her tongue swirled around his shaft enthusiastically. She could feel his desire building, his legs shaking as she felt his cock reach the back of her-throat him causing her to half gag. And when he came, it was with a roar accompanied by a flood of cum that a 20-year-old would be proud of.

But Lien wasn't finished. She continued working his cock in her mouth and to her surprise he was also like a 20-year-old in his recovery, and relatively quickly he was semi-rigid again. She straddled him, her pussy wet and hungry, and slammed down onto his cock, as he grabbed her hips to steady her. He bucked beneath her, as she rode him like a cowgirl until she came. She was surprised at his endurance and her second orgasm came as she bent over the desk, her arse in the air, her cunt stretched around his tool like a glove. He took her from behind, his thrusts deep and powerful, and she screamed his name as she came, her juices coating his shaft.

Her third was in his chair, her legs spread wide as he pounded into her, the Italian leather creaking with every stroke. And the unexpected fourth was the sweetest of all. She turned the tables, flipping him onto his back and taking his cock in her arse, her muscles tight and unforgiving. He bucked and moaned beneath her, his second orgasm ripping through him like a bullet. When it was over, she stood over him, her body glistening with sweat, her hair a wild tangle. In the privacy of his office, Mr Williamson opened a locked drawer and pulled out a small velvet-lined box. Inside lay a shiny gold barbell. "I think it's time you pierced those cunt lips of yours," he said. "It'll make for an even more memorable experience at the board meeting."

"You can do this," Lien murmured to herself that night, as she gripped the needle in one hand and the clamp in the other. Her heart hammered in her chest, but she took a deep breath, willing herself to be calm. It was a simple enough procedure, and she had read all the instructions online. The needle was sterilized, the clamp gleaming in the artificial light, and her clit hood was taut pulsing with anticipation for the 21-carat gold barbell. She spread her legs and gently parted her cunt lips, her fingers trembling as they sought out the hood of her clit. She positioned the clamp, the cold steel pressing against her sensitive flesh. Using a makeup mirror she took a moment to line up the needle, the tip poised at the correct spot. Her breath caught in her throat as she thought of all the things that could go wrong and the possible pain.

But with a swift, decisive motion, she squeezed the clamp shut, the metal teeth biting into her skin. The initial shock was intense, a sharp pain that made her eyes water and her body jerk in reflex and a guttural cry escaped her lips. But it was over almost as soon as it had begun leaving in its wake a dull throb that quickly went away. She took a deep breath and held it, focusing on the pressure rather than the pain. She felt the needle slide through the fold of skin, and then the gold barbell followed, sending a shiver down her spine. The clamp released with a snick, and she let out her breath in a hiss. She looked down, watching as a single bead of blood welled up and slowly rolled down her inner thigh.

Her hand hovered over her clit with its new piercing in the clit hood. She reached for the small bottle of aftercare solution and applied it to the fresh piercing, its coolness soothing the tender skin. Inside herself, she knew it was another necessary step she had taken to win the job. Her hand hovered over the barbell, her thumb brushing against it gently. A spark of pleasure shot through her, and she couldn't help but groan. Her legs felt like jelly as she stood and walked back to the bed, the piercing a constant, new presence. Her hand instinctively found its way between her legs, and her fingers quickly became wet.

On the day of the meeting, Lien rose early, her body still buzzing with anticipation. She slipped into Mr Williamson's choices: a sleek, micro, black pencil skirt so tight that only a front slit enabled her to walk and a tight, body-fitting, cream blouse that she knew would showcase her taut body. But it was the thong he had selected that made her heart race: a butterfly-open crotch model. The barbell would be clearly visible in the wide gap of the fabric. She knew she looked like a slut businesswoman.

The board meeting was a blur of numbers and rich older powerful business barons as she gave her presentation. She could feel the tension in the room she was creating. Every time she leant over the table to make a point, she knew the men were getting an eyeful of her barely constrained tits or slit with its new piercing. She could feel their eyes on her, following a path that ended with glimpses of her piercing in the aroused, swollen flesh between her legs. She had to fight the urge to reach down and touch herself, to give them a little extra show.

As her presentation drew to its close, she made her final move. She stood up, the skirt riding up even further, and leant over the table to shake hands. One board member's gaze lingered on the piercing, and she knew he was imagining what it would feel like to trace it with his tongue. The thought made her wetter, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.

She was convinced both her presentation of where the firm should concentrate its investment portfolio and her display would win her the position. There was no way Jie Zhou could match either. She heard footsteps enter the boardroom. It had to be the Chinese Financial Investment Controller and she turned around to sneer condescendingly at her.

WTF. Jie Zhou, the 39-year-old Chinese woman known for her lack of femininity, her sharp business acumen and even sharper tongue, had flounced in on those 7-inch black platform heels that are only worn by porn stars. She wore only those and a tailored, navy blazer. The rest of her was bare flesh, a stark contrast to her normal shapeless oversized covering trouser suit. The spinster buns that covered each ear were let down into a thick mane of lustrous black tresses, allowing long dangling gold ear chains to be seen.

Jie Zhou's gaze swept over Lien who was taking in every inch of her barely-there outfit. Then, the Chinese woman smirked and her hand slipped to the gold chain fastening of her blazer. With a swift movement, she undid it and the blazer parted to reveal a taut belly, pert big nippled tits and a cunt chain that matched her earrings. The long chain glinted in the light as she approached the boardroom table. Lien felt a flash of annoyance: Jie Zhou's clit jewellery was better than hers, a fact that was not lost on the board members.

But Lien was there to win the position and when Jie Zhou sat and leant back in her chair, her jacket gaping open to reveal her bare tits, Lien mirrored the move, allowing her own blouse to part and expose her thicker nipples. The air in the boardroom was electric, charged with the unspoken challenge to the older woman. Jie Zhou stood and strode over to the whiteboard, her blazer flapping open to show off the intricate chain looping through her labia. Lien had to be noticed so she stood to get a glass of water, her skirt riding up to show her shaved mound and the barbell gleaming in the fluorescent light.

Their combatant attitude continued through the meeting, each one trying to outdo the other. Jie Zhou would lean against the whiteboard, her chain swaying with every movement, then Lien would stand to ask for clarification regarding some figures, turning to give everyone a view of her wet pussy. It was a competition, each woman using their body as a weapon in the boardroom war. The tension grew until it was almost unbearable. As she finished her presentation, Jie Zhou turned to the Board. "I think you understand what we have both said and shown," she said, her voice low and seductive. "But I have one final proposal."

The Chinese woman turned to Lien. "Let's settle this," she said, "Right here, right now. The data is almost identical so let's see who wants the job the most." And with that, she reached down and began to tug on Lien's skirt, pulling it up to expose her completely. Lien's heart raced as she realized what was about to happen. But Jie Zhou was not going to intimidate her: she was not going to back down.

The two women faced each other across the boardroom table. Jie Zhou's ripped off her blazer and pushed forward her pierced cunt and the intricate loops of her chain. Lien kicked off her micro mini and discarded her opened blouse. The tension in the boardroom was palpable, as strong as the Board member's rapid breathing as they prepared to witness the clash between the two Asians.

As the two paused before their sexual confrontation, their eyes never left each other. With each gesture and movement, they flaunted their assets. Jie Zhou leant over the table, her naked breasts pointing at the board members opposite her. "I'm sure you've compared our financial reports," she purred, her eyes locked on Lien's. "So let us see who wants the job the most. But let me assure you, it's all about winning, and I am a winner, as you all know."

Lien felt the heat rising in her cheeks, but she didn't back down. Instead, she slid her hand up her thigh, her fingers entering her slit, then withdrawn and sucked. "Indeed," she replied, her voice steady. "But often younger and newer is better than older and past its use-by date."

This would be the ultimate boardroom test. They would not just be fighting with words and numbers: they would be fighting with their bodies. Jie Zhou hissed, "Let's see if you can handle the heat." Lien swallowed hard, but she didn't hesitate. She stepped forward and stood before the Chinese woman, naked except for her heels, ready for her first sexfight.

The boardroom was silent as the two women circled each other. Jie Zhou made the first move, lunging with a feral growl. Lien dodged, her heels pushing against the marble floor as she avoided the charge. Then their bodies collided, a blur of flesh and intent. The board members watched, their eyes wide with shock and lust. This was not what other firms did, but it was a show they were going to enjoy. Some members had already pulled their meat from their suit pants and were unabashedly steadily fisting it.

The two women circled each other, their bodies close enough to touch. Jie Zhou's hand trailed up Lien's thigh, her fingers brushing against her new piercing. Lien gasped, the sensation sending shockwaves through her body. "It is suitable for a child's first piercing," Jie Zhou murmured as the fingers of her other hand played with her heavy 6-inch gold chain. "But not for a woman like me." With that, she grabbed Lien's hips and pulled her close, their shaven cunts pressing together. The sound of their flesh meeting was like a starter's pistol in the quiet boardroom, a signal that sexual war had started.