Item 3 – get to the office by 09:00 for a briefing by Karl Solomon. Ticked. She remembered the excited look on Ian's face as he had left her outside the door to Karl's office at 9:00 am this morning. She had risen at 5:00 am to get ready, fiddling about straightening the house, checking her packing, preparing for Ms Pyrford's arrival at 6:00, and then getting herself dressed and ready. Ian had enjoyed watching her dress for work; professional, chic, smart, sexy. She had chosen her clothes for the day carefully. On the surface, the very epitome of the professional woman, with just a hint of the sexuality beneath. Ian had particularly liked the dark tan seamed stockings she had chosen to wear beneath the smart blue suit, and the transparent blouse she wore under the jacket. They had driven in to the office together; Suzanne with her packed case in the boot of the car, Ian with just his briefcase for a normal day at the office. It had been too early in the morning for any in depth discussion of what was likely to happen tonight, but the air in the car had been charged with an intense sexual edge as Suzanne and Ian kept their own thoughts about the situation.
Item 4 - get briefed by Karl Solomon for this evening's adventure. Ticked. When she had entered his office, Karl had given her the history about Mr Tim Truman, the important client that they were dining with this evening. He owned a major manufacturing plant in the midlands, and made extensive use of Ruler Electronics products, including CCTV and remote monitoring systems on his production line. He was planning a new production unit in the Middle East, and was threatening to go to a Korean competitor for similar products and services. The contract was worth millions, and Ruler Electronics was prepared to go to any lengths to keep this customer. Karl was meeting him on an entirely different matter, related to the UK licensing, but it was hoped that Suzanne would be able to impress him enough to turn the procurement decision for the Middle East factory in Ruler's favour.
Item 5 – Beauty Salon appointment as promised by Graham Leicester. Ticked. After briefing by Karl, she had been taken to the salon, where she had been pampered, topped and tailed (hair, manicure, pedicure, make-up) for two and a half hours, before being taken back to the office to join Karl for the trip to the railway station. When she had arrived back at Karl's office, he had insisted on carrying out a visual inspection of her new coiffure and dress, and made her twirl for him in the office. Until he fell asleep a few minutes ago, he had been unable to take his eyes off her. Suzanne felt like she had been sitting across from a lecherous voyeur for the last two hours, but in her new more receptive persona, it had also made her feel good.
Item 6 – get to London. In progress. She looked at her watch again and calculated that they had another two hours or so before arrival at London Kings Cross, and then they'd have a short taxi ride to their hotel in Park Lane. Dinner was planned for 8:00 pm after cocktails at 7:30, so there should be plenty of time for Suzanne to complete her preparations and get dressed for dinner.
Item 7 – seduce Mr Tim Truman. She didn't even want to think about that, but the real reason for her being here kept intruding into her thoughts. She had no idea what this person looked like, or how far she would be asked (told, she reminded herself) to go. The idea that she was at the absolute beck and call of first, Karl Solomon, and second, if he so commanded, the unknown Mr Tim Truman, was both daunting and exciting for Suzanne. She remembered Graham Leicester's quiet but powerful instructions on the phone the previous evening, his call to 'make him proud of her'. Whatever she was going to do, would be reported back to Mr Leicester, and the thought that she was here to do his bidding and to please him sent a shiver of pleasure through her, and started a tingle between the legs that she had crossed so demurely in front of her.
Karl Solomon yawned and stretched across from her, and blinked his eyes open. As soon as he could focus, he took in the vision sitting opposite. Suzanne sat before him dressed in her smart blue suit, the jacket unbuttoned, and showing the silky cream blouse she wore beneath. He could tell she was not wearing a bra, the blouse was transparent and he could clearly see the naked cleavage between her breasts through the gap in the unbuttoned jacket. Her legs were crossed, right over left, with her magazine spread open across her thighs, and her right foot tucked behind her left calf; the long heel of her shoe visible a few inches above the floor of the compartment. With her legs crossed in so ladylike a fashion, he had a tantalising view up her skirt under her right thigh, but was unable to see as far as the stocking tops that he was certain were there.
He watched her for a minute or two, before looking at his watch to check the train's progress towards London. They had about 90 minutes to go, and Karl wondered why he didn't make the remainder of the trip somewhat more entertaining.
"Why don't you take off your jacket, make yourself more comfortable?" he asked across the aisle in a quiet voice, so as not to be heard by the only other two passengers in the first class compartment; two businessmen sitting at the far end of the carriage.
Suzanne's response was a polite "No, thanks, I am really quite comfortable."
Karl's voice tightened slightly. "No Suzanne. Why don't you take off your jacket and make yourself more comfortable?" This time, the insistence in his voice made his imperative clear to Suzanne. She quickly thought through the implications of what she now realised he had instructed her to do.
The blouse Suzanne had chosen was one she only ever wore beneath a jacket, and then only usually with a lacy bra or camisole. It was very light and filmy, and very see-through, so impractical for wearing without a jacket on top or a camisole or bra beneath. Today, just as Karl had suspected, she was wearing neither; she had chosen to leave off the usual undergarments to start her new career. Removing her jacket would expose her nearly naked breasts to Karl's intent gaze, as well as to anyone else passing through the carriage. It was not the type of exhibitionistic behaviour that she was used to, but she was discovering a lot about herself recently.
Suzanne also realised that being 'asked' to remove her jacket by the overly attentive Karl was also giving her quite a thrill. She knew she couldn't refuse, and resigning herself to this being the start of her adventure, she smiled across at the leering Karl, said "Of course Mr Solomon", put her magazine to one side, and started to shrug out of her jacket.
A real thrill of power shot through Karl as he watched the sexy Suzanne reach up to open her jacket, before sliding first one shoulder and arm from the sleeve, and then the other. As she carefully folded the jacket and placed it on the seat next to her, and then leaned back into her own seat, with her hands folded in her lap, Karl drank in the sight of her very visible braless breasts, through the thin transparent silk of her blouse. The knowledge that he had caused this exposure with nothing more than a mild directive to her increased the excitement for him, and he felt his cock begin to swell. His quick eyes had also not missed the lightning flash of her stocking tops as she first uncrossed, and then re-crossed her legs as she slid forwards on the seat to remove her jacket.
Suzanne could feel his eyes drinking her in, and felt the first sexual stirrings of her own passion as she sat defiantly displayed to this man in such a public place. From the corner of her eye, she also recognised that her movement had attracted the attention of one of the businessmen in the carriage, who was not so subtly staring at her reflection in the window. As she looked towards his own reflection, their eyes locked briefly, before he speedily drew his eyes away from hers, to stare again at her tits. She sat completely still, letting him study her as he wanted.
Karl took in every detail of her display, and found himself wanting to extend his power over her by making her show herself to others as he was seeing her. He started to hope that the guard, or some other passengers, would walk through the carriage and see her like this. And then he had a better idea.
He drew out his wallet from his hip pocket (doing so also allowed him to surreptitiously adjust himself to hide his growing erection), and pulled a twenty-pound note from the wallet. Leaning over to Suzanne, he offered it to her, and said,
"Why don't you stretch your legs and get us a drink from the buffet car? I think you'll find it a couple of carriages forward from here. Gin and Tonic for me, you get whatever you want."
Suzanne recognised immediately what he was up to, and again both enjoyed and resented her own inability to do anything to prevent his exercising his power over her. She silently took the note, and then looked down at her jacket lying on the seat beside her, before looking back into his eyes with a questioning look.
"Do I assume Mr Solomon, that you will not want me to take my jacket with me?"
"You assume correctly Suzanne" he replied, "but don't be too long, I shall miss you whilst you are gone."
Suzanne gave in to the inevitability of the situation, rose and smoothed her skirt over her hips, and then stepped out into the aisle heading to the front of the train. As she stepped away from him, Karl couldn't help thinking that she looked like every man's wet dream of a travelling companion; young, athletic, beautifully and tastefully dressed and made-up, but with her pink nipples and breasts showing clearly through the thin silk of her blouse. He watched her ass sway as she walked away from him, her heels clicking, seams enticing and head held high. Her route forwards in the car took her past the businessman whose weary trip to London had suddenly become much more exciting. He ogled her blatantly as she stepped down the aisle towards him. The automatic door at the end of the carriage opened for her, and swallowed her up as both the unknown businessman and Karl reached down and squeezed themselves in their excitement.
