Carrie's tummy was doing flip flops. It had started as soon as the limousine had arrived at their home to take them to the airport.
She had spent the morning scurrying around packing her new clothes for the possible weekend activities. Karen's advice had been invaluable.
There were three evenings to worry about so she has packed all three of her new gowns, each different levels of decency. The red gown was the most daring. It fit on her hips perfectly and set off her coloring so well. It had a scandalous slit up one leg almost all the way to her hip and a large diamond-shaped opening in the front that clearly showed off her breasts.
A bra was out of the question and anyone looking at her would wonder whether she was wearing anything underneath at all. When she modeled it in the store for Karen and the saleswomen, her unrestrained breasts wobbled enticingly as she moved.
Carrie blushed when she thought of herself in that gown at dinner with the executives and the Roberts Media team.
She carefully packed the gowns and the business skirt suit she was not wearing on the flight over. She spent a long while agonizing over which of her new lingerie she should bring for the executives' entertainment portion of the trip. She considered modeling them again for Sam to help decide but figured that that might be cruel and unusual punishment given the stoppage on all relief for him until the trip was complete.
In the end, she just packed all the lingerie and hoped Karen would help her choose.
All told, what with last minute grooming and makeup and children's interruptions, it took four hours to get ready.
She was dressed in an elegant business skirt suit, the new stockings and heels she had worn for Sam the evening before and a lovely translucent cream blouse through which her lace bra was clearly visible. With her cute suit jacket she was elegant and sexy business chic.
And then the limousine arrived from the Alphia offices, bearing Sam. She said her teary goodbyes to the children as Mrs. Kenny, the competent and pleasant grandmother whom Alphia kept on retainer for such child care situations, reassured Carrie again and again that the children were in good hands.
"Go on, don't worry a bit, dearie," she said in her delightful Irish accent. "I've got grandchildren their age. They will be fine."
And this appeared to be true. The children were miraculously content, playing separately on the kitchen floor.
Carrie let herself be led to the waiting limousine and off they went. She held her husband's hand in the car. She sniffled a bit about leaving her babies but he held her hand and reassured her that it was only for a weekend and that all would be well.
The limousine took them to a separate entrance to a smaller runway system to the north of the standard airport, through a security gate and right out onto the tarmac, to the steps of the open door to the Lear Jet with the Alphia symbol on the side.
"This is like a movie scene," she whispered to Sam, clutching his arm.
"I know, I know. It really does," he replied, giving her a kiss. "I am excited about this new adventure. I hope we are ready for it."
"Mr. and Mrs. Stevenson?" The driver opened their door and assisted Carrie out of the car as a steward began moving their luggage onto the aircraft.
She and Sam were greeted at the top of the steps by the Captain. "I am Captain Smith. Pleased to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Stevenson."
Mr. Parsons was still absent, but Karen and Gary were already aboard, talking with a powerful looking, dark-haired handsome man with broad shoulders in an expensive, tailored suit.
The steward led them on board and to the group of three people. There was a leather couch on one side, and a bar on the other. Before that were eight large, comfortable-looking leather armchairs arranged such that all could have an intimate conversation.
Gary shook Sam's hand and Karen gave Carrie a kiss and squeezed her hand in greeting.
"Sam, Mrs. Stevenson," Mr. Borges said, introducing himself to Carrie. "Steve Borges. I am a Senior Executive and President of Sales at Alphia. It is a pleasure to meet you."
His tone was purely professional, but his eyes lingered aggressively over her body. She blushed a little and she felt Sam tense up.
"Thank you," she replied with only a slight tremble in her voice as she shook the proffered hand.
"We are here because your husband came up with a genius idea. You should be proud of him."
"I - I didn't know," Carrie stammered, her hand still clasped between Mr. Borges' two firm hands. She took a breath and stood up straight as she stopped flustering. "I am very proud of him."
"Good. We are too," Mr. Borges said. "Tom told me that you were a stunning woman, and he wasn't lying."
He smiled at Sam and clapped him on the shoulder. "You are a lucky man."
"Oh, I know ..." Sam said, but Mr. Borges interrupted him, turning his wolfish eyes back to Carrie, his eyes lingering on her chest. "Your wife is going to make this business trip really, really fun."
Carrie reddened under his stare.
"Looks fabulous, but lose the bra," Mr. Borges instructed.
Carrie gaped, but at that moment Mr. Parsons arrived and Mr. Borges turned to greet him. "Now we can get this show on the road."
"Yes, sir," Captain Smith called from the cockpit.
As the men greeted one another, Karen helped Carrie undo the buttons on her blouse so that she could snake an arm through one sleeve, undo her brassiere and pull it out the other side and down her arm.
Blushing, she handed her bra to her husband and Sam slipped it into his coat pocket. Her breasts were now clearly visible through her translucent blouse, her pink nipples tenting the delicate fabric.
Karen was slim and sexy in a slinky black professional-looking dress, the hem ending significantly above the knee. With her luxurious dark hair put up, and her long legs encased in sexy black stockings, she looked like the fashion model she used to be.
The six people slipped into the arm chairs in preparation for takeoff. Carrie felt four sets of male eyes hungrily scan her chest. Mr. Borges stared intently at her tits before raising his eyes to hers.
"Beautiful," he said. "Much better this way."
"Thank you," Carrie said as calmly as she could. She crossed her legs against the sudden tingle in her pussy. She reached over and found Sam's hand and they held hands while the men continued to talk and stare at her exposed breasts.
Mr. Parsons gave her a frown that she did not understand until Karen leaned over. "You're working now. No touching your husband without permission."
She reluctantly released Sam's hand.
Mr. Borges nodded to her. "Ladies, get me a scotch. We've got to get down to business."
As the two wives got up and went to the bar to fix the drink orders, Carrie's breasts visible and delicious and Karen looking like the million dollar model that she had been, Mr. Borges turned to his team.
"The key is to get this deal closed for anything less than $25 million. We don't actually give a shit about Roberts Media itself; we are only truly interested in the intellectual property they've got. They patented the internet tool concept that Sam here came up with, but they don't know how to extract its value."
Sam nodded.
"The most obvious problem we have is that there really is very little business synergy between Alphia and Roberts Media," Mr. Parsons offered. "The Roberts team expressed surprise when they realized that the offer had come from Alphia. They are not completely stupid; they are going to be looking around for the reason why Alphia is putting in the offer so they can find leverage for their counter."
Gary nodded. "So what's the plan, then?"
"Tom and I have dinner reservations tonight at seven o'clock for a get to know each other kind of thing," Mr. Borges said. "We are bringing your wives as our dates. I have found that having a really good looking woman on my arm at these types of meetings commands a certain amount of respect. It is a good start to the upcoming negotiations."
"Depending on how things go, your wife will either be coming back with us to the hotel suites, or she will be spreading her legs in the Roberts Media team hotel room."
Sam's eyes widened and Carrie gave a startled cough. The senior executives glanced at her with amusement as Karen patted her knee.
"It will be fine honey," she murmured to Carrie, "that's what we're here for."
Sam did not know where to rest his eyes. He glanced at his wife, her breasts clearly visible through her sheer top, at Karen's long legs that looked to stretch all the way to heaven, at Gary who had placidly ignored the exchange and at Mr. Parsons who gave him a knowing smirk.
Sam gave him a nervous smile in return and then tried to get his mind back on business.
"What do you need from us?" Gary asked calmly, indicating Sam and himself.
"Look, Roberts is ready to sell. The old man is looking to cash out and his sons are a pair of assholes who care about nothing but short-term cash in hand," Mr. Borges said. "Everybody knows that the only issue is the price and that there aren't any other serious bidders. We've come in at fifteen million, which is significantly less than the eighteen million that Roberts is priced at on the street. They know we are going to come up, and the question is how far."
Sam and Gary nodded.
"They don't have any real price leverage right now, because they don't know why we are interested. They don't have any idea that we don't give a shit about the Roberts brand and they sure as shit don't have a fucking clue that it's their intellectual property portfolio we are after," Mr. Borges continued in his brusque, profane and aggressive sales director manner.
Sam had in his mind's eye Mr. Borges sitting behind his desk and barking directions in the same manner to the smart, slim and pretty Karen Owens, telling her what items of her clothing to remove next as she slowly disrobed while giving him her weekly sales report. He could just see her struggling to maintain her professional demeanor while walking him through her power point presentation as she peeled off the layers of her business attire before Mr. Borges' hungry gaze, knowing all the while that he had the most unbusinesslike intentions for her as soon as her report was complete.
