Emily Millers Business Meeting

Written as part of the Literotica writing challenge using a prompt from Emily Miller on Bluesky.

From below the this point there are exactly 750 words

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"Sales are falling." The director declared. It had been predicted for weeks. Everyone had noticed that it was quieter in the stores.

Alisha and Riley, the western and central sales managers, sat opposite each other at the large wooden table. They frowned as they looked up at the large projection against the end wall of a PowerPoint presentation. The big red line from an Excel sheet showed the downward trend of the year-on-year sales.

It was difficult for the two of them to look sad. They were trying their best to do. They couldn't openly jump for joy. They had spent last night in the same hotel room under the same bed sheet.

On purpose. They had actively been looking forward to it.

Riley had picked Alisha up from the airport. Then she drove to the hotel. The two of them couldn't undress quickly enough as they left the hotel elevator on the third floor. Their jeans were off as the door shut. Alisha's room on the second wouldn't be used. But she checked in anyway.

They had ordered room service for dinner and breakfast. Neither of them was in a hurry or wanted to get dressed again until they had to.

They left it until the very last kiss and minute.

There they were looking at each other trying to be sad, making noises suitable for the unfortunate situation.

Under the table Alisha was slowly rubbing her stocking covered leg along Riley's.

Moving lower and lower.

As were the forecasts. Matthew was using his laser pointer focusing on the future. The opposite direction they needed to go.

"We need to turn this ship around, energize the team." The director boomed. As Alisha's shoe clipped Riley's.

They shared a knowing grin, then instantly frowned. Trying to be serious. They returned their focus to the screen.

"I will be looking to my team for suggestions." He asked just as Riley, whilst nodding at her boss, skillfully knocked off Alisha's shoe.

The group all looked at each other and nodded in agreement and made appreciative noises. Riley slipped her foot out of her own shoe.

"We will also have to cut costs." The silence flowed across space. "Our shareholders will demand it."

Riley stared on, as she placed her big toe on Alisha's.

"The international view is an unstable future. We can only do what we can to ride this out."

Alisha flicked her brown eyes at Riley. The shared moment of when she had used the strap on the night before and ridden Riley.

They both nodded and simultaneously picked up their coffee mugs as they rubbed their toes together.

"We need to pull together as a team."

Another knowing look between the two women. They couldn't get closer last night if they tried.

"I will be asked to make a reduction on our head count in the future."

The groan rolled across the table at breakneck speed. Just as Riley ran her toes along Alisha's foot.

"Going forward, I may have to merge sales regions." He declared.

Neither Riley nor Alisha was really focusing on the negative of that statement. They were scissoring their big toes under the table.

Recreating how they were positioned after the alarm woke them up that morning. But Alisha had been on top. Riley's toe was rubbing Alisha's at the moment.

"I hope you all understand the gravity of the situation. That we are going to roll our sleeves up and work hard to push through barriers and recover from the situation."

The group grumbled and nodded as Riley's big toenail ripped hers and Alisha's stocking. She was now working through the hole. Skin against skin, stroke for stroke.

Alisha was gripping her coffee mug securely. Riley was twisting the lid of her pen. Looking up at the screen trying to be the swan. Graceful on the surface. Stroking crazily under the table.

"Do you think we could break and then together come up with some ideas to push our products into new markets?"

Riley's toes were now deep inside Alisha's stockings.

"But first I think Riley should stand up and give us an insight into her unique situation as to how she is breaking the trends of the global situation in her region."

"What, me?" panicking hunting for a shoe, found it.

"Yes please."

"Thank you, Matthew, one second." She gulped her coffee.

She stood up, wobbled and promptly fell over sideways. Having put on Alisha's smaller size 6, higher 4" heeled shoe on.