This story contains characters from other stories but is intended as stand alone.
All comments and feedback are gratefully received as I'm hoping the feedback will encourage improvements in my work. This is a work of fiction from the deep dank recesses of my mind and any resemblance to real people is purely accidental.
This story depicts group, interracial and lesbian sex, if this not to your liking, please visit some of my other submissions, otherwise I hope you enjoy.
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Most of the assembled group were used to attending business meetings but today's meeting was a little strange as it was held in a very lavish suite in one of the cities upmarket hotels. The buffet provided was very good and it seemed, talking to a few of the others, that each had business dealing with either Don or George who were circulating around the room making small talk.
At an appointed time, Don, the taller of the two black men, clapped his hands and holding them open asked "Ladies and Gentlemen, if I can ask you to take a seat, I would like to begin our presentation". Five of the participants took seats, the other five stood on the opposite side. Of the Five invitees, two were women, Sylvia was slightly older than Fran and both looked the epitome of successful businesswomen in their power suits. The men were of varying ages from Raj in his fifties to Ben in his late twenties and dressed similarly in business suits.
Don cleared his throat and started his address "Now you have all had dealings with either George or myself on varying levels in the not too distant past and I'm hoping this afternoon will cement that relationship and help all of us prosper with mutually rewarding new dealings."
Sylvia thought to herself, 'An interesting choice of words.'
Don went on "You are all in suitably influential positions within your organisations when it comes to negotiating extensive contracts with outside parties. And I would like to have a chance of tendering for some of these deals." Another thought flashed into Sylvia's mind 'No surprise there then. But a hotel suite is still a strange place to tender for bids or even offer a bribe.'
It was George's turn to address the group now, "I appreciate we could tender for some of the contracts based on best price or performance ability but crucially we're trying not to cut our throats on bids for contracts that aren't economic for long term growth but be mutually beneficial to both organisations." This latest statement generated a few murmurs from the collective. Many had found in the past that cheapest wasn't always the best option to take.
George smiled broadly and opened his palms in a conciliatory gesture before continuing "Don't get me wrong, we don't want you to unnecessarily jeopardise anyone's career by breaking any rules," this statement stilled the murmurs, "What we're looking to do is build up a unique working relationship where you could have, with a clear conscience, a word with your friends," this time George gestured to Don and himself, "to provide a few pointers on where the opposition are heading."
Again, the murmurs started to rise until Dan, the middle male attendee, stood up and pointedly questioned "So what you're looking for is an insight into the oversight process? Informally of course. We would be hurled out on the street in no uncertain terms and any financial incentives would be a matter of record, how on earth do you expect us to take you seriously. Unless of course you expect us to do it out of the goodness of our hearts." Ben may have been the one to voice it, but many were thinking exactly the same thing.
Don took a step forward and smiled his most dazzling smile "Oh I assure you that for taking part you will be rewarded VERY handsomely. But it won't be traceable through any bank account. Now does anyone's conscience stop them from going any further. You are welcome to leave right now even though you don't yet know what is on offer." All five of the black men were standing opposite their seated guests and surveyed them for a reaction. No-one flinched. Little did the attendees know that all five of the invitees had been deliberately vetted and targeted for their compliance. All were either single, separated or having 'home issues' as the private detective that Don had hired had put it.
Don nodded over to Shaun who was stood against the opposite wall furthest to the left. A quick press of a button and a shove against the wall showed the wall fold in on itself to reveal the bedroom, that's when the gasps and look of shock washed over those seated across the opposite side.
The sight that greeted them was of three naked women. The first a black woman seated beside the bed was sawing three fingers in and out of her frothing pussy. Knelt on the bed facing away from them was a tall blonde woman who had two dildo's protruding from her crotch, one in her pussy and the other similarly wide one from her ass. Also laying on the bed was an Indian woman with her legs spread wide having her pussy eaten out by the blonde. Anyone who could take their eyes away from the three women would have seen the three younger black men start to remove their own clothing.
After a few moments Don brought the attention back to him by announcing "This is what I can offer you on a regular basis, which I'm sure you will agree is worth more than any bribe I could offer." Turning to Fran and Sylvia he continued "Ladies, my three associates are for your pleasure. Gentlemen, I'm sure you'll agree every taste is catered for." He was surprised when Sylvia tentatively raised her hand, unable to pull her vision away from the bed, "Yes?" Don asked.