Mixing Business & Pleasure

Mixing Business & Pleasure - Chapter 3

Author's Note: After much delay, here is the awaiting next Chapter in the Mixing Business & Pleasure series. To everyone who has left comments or sent messages, I appreciate the feedback both good and bad. If you have ideas on future exploits for Lauren or are interested in editing, message me directly. Thank you and enjoy.

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Blinking slowly, Lauren read the email a second time before exhaling loudly to calm her nerves. It wasn't that she was entirely surprised, this was going to happen eventually but she'd been able to convince herself that that was some future date down the road. Now looking at the email to herself and her boss, that day had come.

Lauren & Team,

After a few years hiatus, I intend to conduct another series of trips and would like to hear what you all can offer. It would be best to discuss and plan this in person. I am available to meet next week in NY.

Dr. William Jameson

Most of Lauren's clients had re-started travel following the pandemic and she'd been pretty successful at wooing them back to her firm. However, her book was a bit light in part because Dr. Jameson's school hadn't yet made the leap. Bringing them back into the fold would be the highlight of her year and come with a healthy bonus. Her boss, Steve, would be thrilled and eager to do anything required to win the business.

Yet, there were complications. It had been almost three years since Dr. Jameson's last trip which concluded right before the pandemic closed down the industry. A trip that had also taken Lauren down a very different, unexpected path. For weeks after her return, she had been filled with torn emotions, conflict and uncertainty. She still recalled sitting on her bed, stomach in knots, waiting for the results of a pregnancy test. Inexplicably, it was negative. Then, almost blissfully, the global lockdown eliminated any remaining open questions. Her world had returned to an expected sense of normalcy. A little more than a year later, she and Michael had welcomed their third child and the extended pause in travel allowed her to spend much of that time with the family. The buzz of her phone interrupted her thoughts.

"Good morning, Steve . . . I saw the email . . . Yes, it is exciting . . . Am I available? I don't know. I'd have to check. This trip is last minute. Could you? . . . Isn't 3 of us excessive? . . . I understand the importance of the business . . . Ok. I'll make it work. Yes, I'll let Dr. Jameson know . . . Thank you."

Hanging up the phone, Lauren closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. She needed to clear her head and decide how to proceed. She needed to talk this through with Michael. First, she had to confirm the trip details that Steve requested. Carefully she dialed the number for Dr. Jameson's assistant and heard a nice lady answer the call.

"Yes, this is Lauren from Travel Associates . . . No, I don't need to speak with him I'm just calling to . . . That's really not necessary," but she wasn't able to finish her sentence before the click of a transfer sounded on the phone.

Suddenly, the deep, recognizable voice on the other end said, "This is Dr. Jameson."

Hesitatingly Lauren responded, "Yes. Dr. Jameson. This is Lauren Manson. I'm calling to follow up on your recent email."

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Less than a week later, Lauren was in a relatively spacious New York hotel room gazing down at her bed. She'd worked magic to join this trip so quickly. A feat only made possible by Michael and their family's willingness to look after their kids while she cleared the balance of her calendar. Once he learned which client, Michael had asked several more questions wary of its purpose but her reassurance had put him at ease.

Now Lauren was staring at an unmarked black gift box that sat on her bed. It had arrived shortly after she checked into her room. After several minutes of delay, she untied the pink ribbon around the box before removing the heavy lid. Inside was carefully folded tissue paper obscuring the box's contents and a small note. Opening the card, she read the handwritten script slowly.

Lauren,

Look forward to seeing you tonight. This will make the evening that much more memorable.

William

She set down the card and pulled back the tissue paper uncovering a folded pink garment. Lifting it out, the silky material cascaded down to the floor revealing itself to be a maxi dress. The thin material and aggressive cuts were readily apparent. Placing it gently aside, she picked up a pair of nude-colored heels at least 4 inches tall. Finally, she saw the small black jewelry box at the bottom.

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Lauren pushed open the heavy door to the restaurant, the loud and vibrant sounds of the French brassiere bursting out into the street behind her. She had made up an excuse for Steve and Sarah since they were supposed to meet in the hotel lobby. She'd needed the time to get ready for dinner and spent much of it conflicted about how to proceed. The bottle of wine she'd ordered up to her room had helped but not eliminated her nerves. She had called Michael intending to share what William had sent but, in the end, hadn't said anything and spent the time saying good night to the kids. Finally, looking at herself in the mirror, Lauren knew she'd need to taxi to dinner and delay seeing her colleagues. Now she was there. The small beads of perspiration on her neck from the summer heat chilled in the air conditioning sending a small shiver down her spine.

Taking a deep breath, she felt the silky fabric draw tight against her skin. The dress was a spaghetti strap style top but with long ties at each shoulder that hung below her waist. The cowl neck front fell to the middle of her chest revealing the tops of her full breasts but it was the rear that made her most nervous. The dress was completely backless plunging to the curves of her round ass. When she shifted too quickly, the cleft between her full cheeks slid into view. Not an infrequent occurrence given the pair of nude-colored stilettos currently on her feet. Her lower back tattoo, a well-kept secret few beyond her husband were even aware of, was on full display further accentuating the striking look. Completing this ensemble was matching pink lipstick, a large set of golden hoop earrings and a simple yet noticeable chain on her right ankle. Despite this, she had to admit that the outfit wasn't extreme. It was unashamedly evocative, a far cry from any work attire, yet still elegant and tasteful. Glancing across the atrium, Lauren moved gracefully toward the main desk mindful of the dress's unforgiving cut.

"Lauren!" the shout of the familiar voice from nearby drawing her gaze. Steve was just exiting a nearby hallway and had abruptly stopped on his way to the back of the restaurant.

"Steve," she responded catching up to him. "Thanks for grabbing me. I was just about to ask where we're seated."

Steve's eyes ran over her figure lingering noticeably at her clearly braless chest before half-joking, "Well I can see why you needed a few extra minutes. I've never seen you this dressed up for a client dinner."

Lauren smiled shyly, "Never waste a trip to New York. Plus, William...I mean Dr. Jameson...prefers a chic style."

"Well, I certainly hope you're comfortable with the relationship," Steve replied somewhat seriously. "You know how important this is for our business but I trust you'd raise any issues."

After a moment's hesitation, Lauren nodded softly. "Of course. I'm familiar with the situation."

As if that closed the issue, Steve gestured up the small set of stairs leading into the elevated dining room. Lauren gradually moved ahead of him, her hips swaying slightly as she climbed the narrow steps on her heels. With a slightly backward glance, she could tell Steve's gaze was acutely focused on her exposed back, the dark ink adorning her skin so boldly on display.

Looking towards the back corner of the restaurant, she saw Sara and William standing against a circular booth. As she and Steve drew closer, Lauren caught William's gaze and a smile of satisfaction grew across his face at her attire. Glancing up and down her figure pausing briefly at her adorned ankle, he finally locked eyes with her and nodded. A shiver ran down her back, the anxious tension within her, tighter than she'd even realized, eased slightly. As much as she'd denied it to herself, Lauren wanted his approval. She needed to ensure she wouldn't be neglected, a fun toy for just a few days. This small sign of his affirmation, a validation of her efforts, made nearly two years of distance seemingly disappear.

"Lauren!," the sound of Sara's loud voice bringing her back to reality. "Wow. Wish I had gotten the memo," she laughed lightly. There was an unmistakable tone of surprise and uncertainty in her voice.

"You and me both," Steve commented dryly.

William's familiar voice said, "You look fantastic. I knew it would fit." The clear implication hung in the air unaddressed as Sara glanced nervously at Steve. William tilted his hand towards the seat; "Please, Lauren. Sit in first."

Stepping in front of Steve, she bent slightly sliding onto the plush cushions. She felt the velvet fabric pull against the dress slit and the feeling of cool ambient air on her bare hip bone and in between her legs. A quick glance to her boss told her that even if briefly, he had seen her fully exposed. Dragging herself down the seats, she tried to dismiss the thought from her anxiety-filled mind. Unsurprisingly, Sara joined her in the middle followed by Steve with William joining the vacant seat next to her.

After an awkward laugh and brief toast from Steve, the dinner began to proceed smoothly. As the wine and appetizers flowed onto the table, the conversation lost a semblance of its forced formality and became more organic. The noticeable promotional tone, all in an effort to secure William's business, wasn't lost on anyone nor was the undercurrent of sexuality generated by Lauren's attire. When entrees were ordered, Wiliam interjected at Lauren's turn ordering on her behalf without much pretense. She hesitated briefly, in part because she'd wanted a different selection and in part because of the appearance in front of her coworkers but ultimately, she nodded in consent. As the table conversation moved on, Lauren regretted her assent. In isolation, every little item was trivial, that's how she rationalized them to herself but altogether the loss of control, the submission was undeniable.

Yet she still caught her breath as William's hand fell onto her leg, the skin exposed from the slit up the side. As William continued conversing with Steve and stroked the inside of her knee, Lauren noticed Sara eyeing her with a look of concern. The young sales associate glanced downward briefly and back at her clearly seeing if everything was ok. Smiling nonchalantly, Lauren brushed off any worry and dinner proceeded. When entrees were finally passed around, she reflexively leaned across the table to grab her selection. As her backless dress slid farther down her tattooed spine, the rounded globes of her ass came into view. A quick glance told Lauren that her boss and assistant clearly hadn't failed to notice. As the main course progressed, William's hand moved gradually down her thigh pushing up the slit of her dress. With alcohol-aided inhibition and the soft yet persistent pressure of his fingers, she slowly opened her legs beneath the table. In the midst of a dialogue with Steve, William slid his hand over her mound cupping her smooth, bare pussy with a few fingers.

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Lauren startled at the sound of William's heavy apartment door closing shut behind her.

The events of the evening had moved so quickly, so unexpectedly, she kept replaying them in her mind. She'd been in the dress for hours and had ultimately fallen into it with ease. Dinner was a success. Despite his ulterior motives, William never failed to discuss business and his upcoming trips were all but guaranteed to be both lucrative and theirs. Hers. Yes, the dynamics between the two of them had been too obvious but Steve didn't seem to care as long as she brought in the business. He didn't seem to question either why William had called a cab but had insisted Lauren remain behind. The car right behind that one, went straight to his apartment. She had protested. Had even taken a call from Michael who was ensuring she had gotten home safely. As they pulled up to William's apartment, his hands firmly placed on her inner thigh, she'd told her husband she would call back soon. Yet here she was.

Guiding her into the main room, William began preparing a drink and gestured her way. Nodding, she replied, "Vodka Martini" before glancing around the surroundings.

Unsurprisingly, his place was well appointed but in a more modern, edgy design than she'd expected. Poured concrete floors and large glass windows were complemented by metal finishes. The main living room centered around a bright blue couch, a fur rug and a striking, graffiti-style art piece on the opposite wall. The built-in bookcases were adorned with artistic accessories ranging from carved tribal figures to apartheid photography to recent sports and rap memorabilia. William's area of academic focus was colonialism and native cultures. She had even witnessed firsthand his mastery of the nuanced subject. However, his apartment expressly rejected that balance and instead elegantly embraced a modern representation of racial identities particularly his own African one. Lifting a larger, carved figurine for closer inspection, Lauren noticed it was a woman shown in the common depiction of fertility with an enlarged belly and full, milk-laden breasts. Alongside it on the shelf was its counterpart, a taller male carving etched with war paint and an upturned phallus.

"They're Kenyan," William's voice interrupted as he approached two drinks in hand.

Smiling nervously, Lauren remarked "Your collection is impressive," before placing the art piece back on the shelf and sitting alongside him on the couch. Taking the offered cocktail from his hand, she clinked glasses and took a lengthy sip, the chilled liquor burning slightly as it slid down her throat.

"You look exquisite," William stated unapologetically scanning her figure before placing a hand along her side. Turning her slightly, he ran the long fingers of his hand down her back and across the crest of her ass. "You need to stop hiding this body. Be proud of it. Embrace it."

Breathing deeply, Lauren stared back at him, "I know you feel that way. It's not that easy . . . I'm a mother . . . a wife." She shuddered as William traced the outlines of her tattoo, his sharp fingernail grazing the surface of her smooth skin and occasionally dipping in between her cheeks.

Nodding William said, "Yes. You are. That's why you're so alluring." Then looking up into her eyes, "But you want this."

Lauren's heart thumped loudly, her breasts rising and falling as she met his gaze. She didn't trust herself to respond unable to deny his statement while trying to hold onto a dwindling sense of control. William reached down and, wrapping his fingers around her ankle, slowly lifted her leg up onto the couch. Lauren gasped softy as the length of her dress fell between her thighs.

"I shouldn't . . . I can't," she mumbled as he toyed with the golden anklet on her heeled foot. Looking down at her wedding ring and then avoiding his gaze, "My husband . . ."

Interrupting forcefully William stated, "Stop denying. Admit to yourself why you dressed up for me. Why you walked into my apartment." Then placing his hand on her cheekbone, he turned her face towards his own. "Isn't that right, Lauren?" he asked.

She felt the last semblance of resistance she had crumbling at his words. The forcefulness of his touch and voice brought forward repressed memories. Flashes of the tropics, their nude figures intertwined, her body exhausted from pleasure and exertion. Slowly, hesitatingly, she nodded in admission.

In a tone that left little room for debate, he said, "Spread your legs for me."

With a defeated sigh, Lauren placed a hand on her dress and pulled aside the thin pink fabric to display her womanhood. Her bald pussy glistened in the light, the darkened labia swollen and visibly aroused.

William remarked, "Good girl," at her final, reluctant acquiescence. Reaching out a solitary arm, he ran a finger along her smooth, outer lips eliciting a jerk of surprise from the wife. "You shaved for me, didn't you?"

Hesitatingly, Lauren nodded before stating simply "You preferred it."

Smiling William said, "That's right." Slowly and with a sense of patient enjoyment, he ran his large dark hand along her pale inner thighs occasionally grazing her pussy. As Lauren's breathing quickened, the slick folds of her cunt parted open and the air filled with her scent. "That's my girl. I knew you needed this."

Lauren moaned in pleasure at William's unmistakable, proven confidence. Held at bay for years, the deep recesses of her memory forced her body into action. Sliding her hand over top of her engorged clit, she began to rub herself. The feelings of pleasure and self-indulgence amplified her aroused, submissive state.

Chuckling, William said "Work that pussy," watching her fingers move with practiced deftness. "My pussy, Lauren," drawing another quiet whimper from the eager woman. He pushed two fingers into her wet folds and, matching her own rhythm, began to slid them in and out of her cunt. With his free hand, he pulled her face towards his own exclaiming, "You're my little slut now."

Locking eyes with him, Lauren nodded almost imperceptibly. She had forgotten, perhaps repressed, the effect he had on her. His unwavering confidence in her submission. The way his size and physique made her feel so small and delicate. Glancing down between her legs, she rubbed her clit faster and noticed the wet sheen of cum on her wedding ring.

Shifting angles, William began to plunge his fingers deeper into her slit. At each upward thrust of his arm, he pushed against the tight confines of her pussy. The sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin filled the room. "I'm going to open this white pussy up. Stretch it out for us."

Lauren threw her head back, moaned loudly and slapped her cunt muttering, "Oh, god . . . I'm close."

Pulling her gaze back towards him, William said, "I'm going to fill this married pussy up, Lauren." The fear-tinged desperation in her eyes evident as he spoke. "You need to take some new seed. You were made for it."

With a slight shake of her head, Lauren tried to resist the possibility. Nonetheless, the idea caught hold in her mind and expanded. As she furiously rubbed her sex, images flashed across her vision. Her pussy stretched open from William's thick cock. The pulsating black tip laying against her white skin. Her cunt agape with his cum, new cum, dripping out of it. The thought was too much for her and she shouted out, "Fuck!" as an orgasm coursed through her body. Her mouth fell open and she thrust downward shoving his thick fingers deeper into her body as she jerked in pleasure.

Withdrawing his hand, William briefly flicked his hand across her overstimulated clit triggering yet another wave of intense pleasure. She grunted in surprise, her spasming cunt spraying her legs in one last layer of cum. Finally, she lay back against the couch and caught her breath.