Final

Continued from The Deal Part 5:

"Another day then, I love you, Erik."

She turned and walked back to her office. Bev stuck her head inside the door. "What on earth happened now?"

* Chapter 15 *

Then it was November. I spent more time in Chicago than Springfield. There was much work to be done on Elza's franchising project and I was starting to think that renting a small furnished condo would be more cost-effective than spending money on hotels.

I mentioned it to Elza while we were re-working the Franchise Dissolution Clause for the sixth time in her downtown offices and she said why don't I move into her Condo. It was on Lakeshore Drive, on the Northern side of the Loop. It was large, two equal bedrooms, both with their own on-suite bathrooms. The rest was a large open plan space incorporating a lounge, dining area and gourmet kitchen. She convinced me to use it, most of the time she wouldn't even be there she said, and gave me a set of keys. She also took me down to show me the underground parking.

She had two bays. The one had a Jeep Sahara and the other an Audi R10 Spider. We went to supper in the Jeep. She said unless she was using one of them I was free to use either except in Chicago no-one drives a sports car in Winter and the forecast was for early snow.

We soon found ourselves cohabitating. It was the easiest thing in the world. We mostly used her dining room table as an after-hours office, working together on the franchise project or separately on our other work.

We spoke daily and If we weren't working out of the same office we called each other at lunch-time and confirmed if we would be home or not. It also gave us the opportunity to discuss supper on the occasions we didn't have other engagements -- more her than me.

We sometimes went to supper together but the plummeting temperatures left us ordering in, more often than not.

Other times we cooked. I had a repertoire of meals I could cook well and so did she. The first meal I ever made her was a Porcini, Shitake, Portobello Chanterelles and Oyster mushroom Risotto. For the wine I used half a bottle of a Californian unwooded Chardonnay. I added thinly sliced Canadian ham and mountains of aged Parmigiano-Reggiano. The rest of the ingredients including the Italian Arborio rice I sourced from a local supermarket. We killed the rest of the wine during the cooking and opened a second bottle over the meal.

We finished with an Italian deli bought Tiramisu and snifters of a Calvados Apple Brandy that I found in her liquor cabinet. What can I say, the woman had great taste in almost everything. She played Swing and Latin American music over her sound system and we danced around the apartment with abandon and - in my case, little ability. We fell about laughing and called for more Calvados. Eventually we passed out on her couch. I woke up much later uncomfortable to discover Elza's weight on top of me. We were both fully dressed and I realised as uncomfortable as hell. I managed to slide out from under her without waking her. I carried her to her bed and laid her down. She had kicked off her shoes earlier so I pulled the duvet over her but before I could leave, she grabbed my hand.

"Don't go" she mumbled and pulled me on the bed next to her. I managed to kick off my shoes and passed out within minutes my hand still clasped firmly in hers. I woke up at some indeterminate time, cold and shivering and pulled some of the duvet over me. I woke up one more time with Elza shaking me. "Erik, you're snoring," I was lying on my back so no surprises there. She rolled me onto my side and spooned into me.

When I awoke the next morning, she was pushing her ass against my morning glory. My arm was wrapped around her holding her close. I stretched and she woke slowly, turning to face me. She opened her eyes.

"What are you smiling at?" she asked, smiling back.

I smiled wider. "You just look soo uncomfortable sleeping in your clothes."

"You too she laughed." Then she looked at me shrewdly, "were you holding on to my boobs and pushing your wood into my backside?"

"A little." I admitted somewhat shame-faced. "A good friend once told me that 'you always take advantage of a woman in bed with you." I laughed.

"Well, you didn't take much advantage" she ribbed me good naturedly.

"I can't really take advantage of people who aren't awake or sober," I confessed. "But it has been some time since I've woken up with a woman in my arms. Even if she's fully dressed, so thank you for that."

"No, Thank you." She said, laughing. "It's been a while for me, too."

"Well," I wasn't sure whether I should say more, whether I was reading the signals right. "You know what they say? All work and no play..."

"As you know, this Saturday night is the company franchise launch and I'd like you to come as my date." She cut to the chase arching her eyebrows for a response. "Not my lawyer. My date." -- Ok, I got that.

Later that morning a representative from 'The Black Tux' arrived and measured me up for a tailored Tuxedo and everything else, promising delivery on Saturday morning.

While I was busy on the one side, Elza was busy on the other with two Dolce Gabbana VIP specialists for an evening gown. It looked like we were going all out.

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The rest of the week flew by in a flurry of organising, planning and rehearsing for Elza and a final relook and approval of the company prospectus and contracts from me.

Finally, it was Saturday night and we were at the Chicago Hilton, overlooking Grant Park and Lake Michigan. There were over 200 attendees in the conference room. Some were current owners and some were potential, future franchisees for the 'Suburban Goddess -- Health & Beauty Spa'.

The evening consisted of a number of presentations promoting the franchise. Finance presented projected turnover for new franchises vs. start-up cost and so it continued until it all finished with a Marketing presentation which was headlined by TV, Radio, Outdoor and Social Media campaigns including the use of a number of relevant influencers. After the presentations and a brief Q&A session, Elza worked the room, sometimes with me in tow sometimes not.

Her auburn hair matched the deep Burgundy gown which started in a boat cut above her collarbones and ran down, form fitting to the floor with a long slit up each side both reaching to midway up her thighs. It clung to her like a second skin until she turned around where it was backless from her shoulders down to just before the crack of her delightful ass. She arrived wearing a pale grey silk shawl which she discarded and revealed her bare back to all. To say that I was shocked would be the understatement of the century. She had a Dragon tattoo coiled around her spine from her shoulder blades down to her crack. It was done in classic American style with strong black outlines and filled in reds, blues and greens. It was so big and bold and totally in keeping with her well muscled back. Not a body builders back but more of an athlete's back. She turned and her hazel eyes searched my face for my reaction.

"So, what do you think Erik?"

I was shocked, surprized, stunned, mesmerised. I told her I wanted to touch it and run my tongue over it. She laughed and said I would get to do all that and rub it with tattoo oil later. She wriggled her back in a sensuous undulation and it looked like the dragon came to life. The contrast between her skin and the Dragon was so sexy that I found myself touching her at every opportunity I had. I must admit that I wasn't into tattoos but the huge dragon on her back suited her perfectly. It was Elza personified.

There was a buzz washing across the room in a wave as people saw Ms Du Preez secret, exposed for what I expected was the first time I public. It felt like the rug had been collectively swept out from under our feet. She continued like there was nothing untoward, but I had been with her long enough to recognise that she was exhibiting a quiet satisfaction at the stir she had caused.

I managed to drag my eyes off her long enough to note that the Hilton staff opened the room divider to expose the dining area. The tables fully set for ten and we were all invited to find our allotted seat. While the crowd was moving into the dining area the senior members of Elza's team with myself in tow went to the small break-out room to be interviewed by Forbes News, CBC and CNN. The questions from Forbes and CBC revolved around job creation, company growth, stock value etc. The CNN reporter focused on glass ceilings for women in business and the dearth of female led companies. When Elza didn't bite on that narrative and stayed with the facts as they pertained to herself and the Suburban Goddess Franchise, the reporter switched to questions meant to lead a narrative, that she was only successful because her deceased husband's inheritance gave her an unfair advantage. Boy, I thought, talk about eating your own.

It took about fifteen minutes and at the end I thought she'd be fuming, but she admitted later that she'd undergone significant media training and understood that most news outlets spun the news to fit their POV and they'd rip you a new one if you showed a moment's weakness.

We had hardly sat down to supper when, she excused herself and headed for the ladies. When she returned, she reached over and unobtrusively placed a small remote into my hand. She leaned into my ear and told me there was a remote control, egg vibrator deep in her cunt and I now had the controls

She locked eyes with me. "With great power, comes great responsibility Erik!" I was Peter Parker.

I tested it and she jerked upright at the intensity. I turned it off and gave her an evil smile. "I'm going to regret it aren't I?" she looked at me with mock dismay.

"I sincerely hope so."

I played with it on and off throughout supper. Outwardly she was fine but if you knew what to look for, like the sudden stops halfway through a sentence or the small twitches I was clearly driving her wild.

After supper she was again working the room, I waited until she was in conversation with a group of three women and two men discussing possible franchise opportunities into the Eastern Seaboard, when I switched on and increased the vibration until it was running flat out. She tried her best not to squirm but the crowd she was talking to noticed her discomfort. The older woman put a hand on Elza's arm to steady her. "Too much excitement for one evening." she joked. I moved in and ran my hand down her bare back on the pretext of helping her. I managed to slide my palm down her dress and onto her ass. It was smooth and firm. Firmer than you'd expect from a woman her age, I guess all that gym was paying off handsomely.

By the time we were saying our goodbyes, I was intermittently hitting the on button at the most unexpected moments calculated to cause her the most pleasurable discomfort. For example, while she was hugging and kissing a husband-and-wife team who had agreed to buy into the franchise I switched on and she shuddered in their arms and clutched them for support as her legs threatened to buckle. They looked at her apprehensively then with a little more calculation. She pulled back and said her goodbyes, by then they were both looking at her wide-eyed. I gently pulled her away. I think she had instantly made a possible future conquest. They both watched her for a long time as we meandered through the crowd.

"I'm so wet, I'm worried this thing's going to pop right out and hit the floor, in front of everyone!" She whispered to me as we approached another group.

"Use those Kegels exercises to keep it up." I suggested, only to be rewarded by an elbow in the ribs.

Once the evening was coming to a close, we left her staff to finish the remaining questions and details while we exited through the conference hall doors into the upper lobby amongst a considerable crowd all leaving and saying their goodbyes.

I had the egg running on low power while I ran my hands up and down her spine. I could feel heat radiating of her skin as we meandered to the elevator banks as Elza had booked a suite on the top floor. We were in a crowd and she was forced to be chatty with possible investors even while I was busy pushing the intensity button on the vibrating egg buried in her cunt. There was a flush to her face for all to see which she tried to attribute to standing near the air-conditioning ducts, which were running hot to counteract the Chicago cold.

The elevator arrived and we all dutifully packed inside like sardines. I maneuvered her towards the back and stood slightly behind her, plunging my hand down the back of her dress. She was naked below and I cupped her muscular ass then continued sliding my hand under. I found her crinkled asshole and pushed against it feeling how relaxed it was and surmised that my finger would pop through with very little effort. She squeezed her buttocks around my hand and released which encouraged me to cup my hand further till I found the sopping wetness of her cunt.

I tried to get a finger inside but it was impossible without actually tearing her dress, but I could feel the egg vibrating inside her like a demented little devil. I pulled out my hand and making sure she noticed sucked her hot juices from my fingertips. I was focused on her to the exclusion of everything else around us but I got the impression that quite a number noticed my antics, certainly her face turned a nice deep red.

While I was occupied in caressing her, she wasn't to be outdone and reached back with her hand and pulled down my zip. It sounded so loud in my ears that I was certain that everyone in there would have heard it but either they didn't or they pretended not to. She put her hand inside and started to slowly caress and masturbate my cock, bringing my erection into a painful fever pitch. She slid her hand further and cupped my swollen balls. I hadn't had any kind of release except a quick masturbation in the shower on the Wednesday when we woke up in bed together and I was clearly suffering from SRS - Semen Retention Syndrome for those not in the know.

The elevator disgorged passengers on different floors until we were the only two left. With complete aplomb and abandonment of social mores she lifted her tight dress up to her waist leaving everything from her waist down exposed so she could squat down, which she did, taking me in her mouth. She bobbed back and forth with more cock-sucking technique than I had ever experienced. The woman could suck the proverbial golf ball through a hosepipe. She was doing it all without using hands. I tried holding her head -- if only to caress it but she brushed my hands away.

"This is my show," her naughty look erased twenty years from her face and I saw the truly stunning young woman she once was. My heart hammered in my chest and I wistfully wished I had known her at the peak of her womanhood, but those thoughts were quickly lost in the here and now as she took a deep breath like a free diver and slowly took my cock into her mouth until her nose hit my landscaped abdomen. - That's right, I had taken the No1 head of my Wahl to my pubic hair.

I was fully engulfed in her mouth, my swollen head in her throat and yet she still had the presence to run her tongue roughly along the sides and bottom of my cock.

We were so engrossed in the pleasure of her giving and me receiving that we were caught off-guard when the elevator pinged and the doors opened to a surprised couple. From their angle, Elza's dragon inked back was on full display, followed by her naked ass along with some of her pussy between her widespread thighs. They could see her left-hand holding onto my butt whilst her right was between her thighs rubbing up and down her wet slit. I wondered if they could hear the Vibrating Egg buzzing flat out. I was impressed that the batteries had lasted as long as they had.

"Wow" and "Oh my God!" were uttered in unison.

I jerked in surprise forcing my cock further down Elza's throat and her focus crumbled making her pull back coughing and spluttering.

"Elevator going up." I gasped at them. - That was unrehearsed but apt.

"Looks like it should be going down!" The man laughed earning him a punch on the arm from the slack-jawed woman next to him.

The lift doors stayed open for a lifetime giving them a complete view of Elza's body and exquisite technique as she went back to blowing me without a care in the world. Finally, they closed.

"Good night." I wished them. No need to lose one's manners, my mom always taught me.

"It just got better!" I heard as we started back up. I reached down and pulled Elza's D&G gown clean off, leaving her wearing only heels and perfume. The elevator pinged for the last time and we bundled ourselves out. I had a look in the mirror. I looked like a man in charge, well-groomed and styling in my expensive tux. The tough, cool lawyer effect was somewhat diminished as I was holding her dress and clutch bag in one hand and my pants up with the other while my cock stood clear out of my open waist band and zipper. Next to me was a brazen leader of the economic world in her naked and sex fuelled glory. I let her walk in front of me and she moved with an exaggerated swing of her hips doing something with her torso and shoulders which brought her dragon to life. I walked behind like a fish on a hook getting reeled in.

There were only four suites on this wing and we strode unfazed by our mutual nudity to our door and sliding the card into the magnetic lock we were in, without any further confrontations. The exhibitionist in me almost wanted a second run in the elevator but my need to fuck this woman had become paramount.

Inside the suite the only illumination was provided by table and floor standing lamps shedding a soft pastel glow over everything. Elza backed me to the couch and pushed me down. She then got on her knees to finish what she had started. I was shedding clothes as fast as I could. Eventually I managed to shed it all including shoes and socks. I played with her boobs which didn't sag an inch. I rubbed my fingers softly over her erect nipples. Each one was the thickness of my thumb and were pierced with golden bars. Her areolas were at least two inches across. Her boob job was the kind that only the most expensive surgeons perform, where the silicon was placed behind her pectoral muscles pushing and enhancing her boobs without looking like she had a Tupperware bowl stuck inside each breast.

She bobbed on my cock, each time taking me deeper until I was in her throat once more while she reached over and tweaked both my nipples simultaneously and I groaned that I was close. She held me into her throat and performed a series of swallowing actions which milked my cock and I exploded.

It was big and it was messy and she couldn't swallow fast enough. Some squeezed out the sides of her mouth. She pulled back to swallow and take a breath and the next shot caught her on the forehead and the one after that on her upper lip which dribbled straight into her mouth. The egg in her cunt slipped out still buzzing and hit the floor with a soft thud. I reached about blindly until I found it and pressed it to her clit. I slid two fingers into her and sawed them back and forth as hard as I could. It only took a couple of minutes before her whole body went rigid. I varied the pressure of the vibrating egg on her clit and she wailed her approaching orgasm.

When it finally hit, it was like a sledge hammer. She jerked her hips back and forth like a berserker while I continued my ministrations until her muscles seized and she fell stiffly into my lap.

We both breathed hard. I kissed her face avoiding all my cum slowly drying there. She gasped for air for a full five minutes before she started coming down.