The atmosphere in the meeting room in London was starting to become more relaxed as clause after clause of the new sales contract was accepted by his newest (and biggest) US based customer. Francis Martin looked around him and felt that sense of elation he always felt when plans came together. He'd been in sales for 35 years and even at 61 he still felt the excitement of closing a deal as Managing Director of his company. That wasn't the only excitement he felt however, and as he looked around the table his eyes met those of his Senior Sales Manager, Verity Latham. Verity was in her late 40s and - to anyone who knew her - was the epitome of a professional, respectable married mother of 3. He knew different.
Francis brought his mind back to the meeting. The deal was almost done with just a few more details to iron out relating to volume discounts; two more clauses to agree and then both parties could sign on the dotted line. He smiled to himself as he knew that in addition to the formal agreements there was the question of the extra, non-contractual benefits he had promised if the customer signed today. He looked again at Verity and was gratified to see her blush as if she knew what he was thinking.
He took stock of the 4-strong US negotiating team that had been round the table for the last three days. Carl Stevens was the founder and CEO and was accompanied by his wife Carmen, who was his Chief of Staff. Carl was 56 - a tall, muscular black man who had played American Football to a high standard in college. He still had the physique. Carmen, also black, was the same age as Carl and had been his childhood sweetheart. She was busty and sassy and a formidable negotiator - she had been the spokesperson most likely to raise a query on the details of the deal rather than Carl. Larry Sanders was their in-house attorney -- a dark haired handsome 35-year-old who was accompanied by his assistant Mike Trent, a young lawyer who, like Larry, came across as confident and assertive despite only being in his late 20s.
Verity sat quietly. For most of the last few days she had been a full participant in the discussions but had been quiet for the last hour or so as she reflected on the fact that she had always known that this time in the negotiations would come eventually. The time where she fulfilled her real purpose in working for Francis -- the reason why he had promoted her rapidly once he saw her potential for helping him persuade customers to sign deals. These were the times where she became his private slut -- the "extra incentive" he always offered to his important customers should they sign the deal.
The evening was already mapped out for her by Francis, just like it always was - he never left anything to chance. As soon as the contract was signed there would be a dinner at the Stevens' hotel and after that it would be drinks in their large suite. She knew what that really meant and that there was more to come than just drinks. As usual for a deal dinner Francis had chosen her outfit; a short black cocktail dress, low cut to show off her cleavage, with seamed hold up stockings and high heels to complete the look. And of course, matching lingerie. He had a real thing about matching lingerie and Verity still remembered the spanking he'd given her after letting him down in the early days. She was blessed with a good figure (even after her three children) with curves in all the right places and a tummy she worked hard on to keep as flat as she could. Francis didn't spare her blushes when he reminded her to flaunt her assets at every opportunity in customer meetings and she rarely let him down.
She was taken out of the reverie as she heard her name being spoken in a deep US accent "Verity, hey Verity. Francis says you are joining us for dinner and drinks this evening. Is that right?" She looked into Carl's smiling face and knew the game had started. "Yes, he's correct Carl. We like to keep our best customers as happy as we can". Verity knew she was blushing as she said it, but she was also aware of the tell-tale signs that her body was betraying her true feelings...hardening nipples, blood rushing to her cunt. She had some concerns about Mrs Stevens being involved but she soon heard Carmen say to her "Come on sugar, let's get out of here and get to dinner so we can get these hungry guys fixed". She emphasised "hungry" in a way that showed she knew exactly what was in store later.
Two hours later the dinner in the hotel restaurant was almost over, and separate conversations were taking place. Francis and Carl were talking American sport along with Carmen who was joining in knowledgeably and passionately. Verity had been seated between Larry and Mike on the other side of the booth and she was becoming increasingly aware that as the meal was finishing the lawyers were getting bolder. She looked across at Francis who was seemingly oblivious to the fact that her dress had been pushed up under the table and both men were stroking the inside of her thighs. She couldn't see who it was beneath the long tablecloth, she just knew she was being groped. Of course, Francis wasn't oblivious, this was exactly what he expected and had promised to his newest customers: access to Verity to do whatever they wanted to her if they signed the deal. She jumped in her seat as she felt a hand brush across the gusset of her knickers and at the same time Larry leaned in and whispered in her ear "You know that now we've signed the deal we can do anything we want with you, don't you Mrs Latham. Anything."
Once again Verity felt herself blush from the heady mix of embarrassment and arousal. It was Mike who had his hand pressing against her gusset and he felt the heat emanating from her cunt as Larry whispered to her. She just looked at Larry and nodded her head as she whispered "Yes, that's the arrangement". Before Larry could reply she was aware of a clinking noise across the table and turned to look.
Francis tapped his glass with a spoon. "Thank you everyone, that was a great dinner. Shall we go upstairs now and celebrate closing this deal properly with some drinks in Carl and Carmen's suite?" He looked straight at Verity as he said it and she felt a wave of conflicting emotions wash over her. She knew that the respectable mum of 3 that her family and friends saw outside of work was about to become a well-used slut for the next few hours and she bit her lower lip in shame -- shame overshadowed with arousal.
The group got up from the table and walked to the hotel lobby to wait for the lift to descend. The Stevens' suite was on the 18th floor and Verity had an idea she knew what the journey up there would entail. The lift was empty and as they crowded in, she once again found herself wedged between Larry and Mike. This time all eyes were on her and as the doors closed Mike slid his hand up her dress from behind her as Larry moved in to kiss her. Verity knew she should resist, but instead she parted her legs to give Mike easier access as she opened her mouth wide to kiss Larry back. Mike had pushed her knickers to the side and had two fingers in her cunt, sawing them in and out as she sucked on Larry's probing tongue.
Verity's senses were on fire and was aware that Carl and Carmen were making comments -- one she clearly heard was Carl saying "You make sure to get that slutty bitch nice and wet for us Mikey" to laughter from Carmen and Francis.
Once the lift reached the 18th floor Verity was in a daze. Francis took her hand and whispered to her "Good girl. I'm proud of you". As they entered the suite Francis led Verity to the bathroom while the Americans poured drinks and got settled in the bedroom. Verity thought he'd taken her into the bathroom to give her one final pep talk before everything started but instead, he reached into his suit pocket and pulled out three items. A blindfold, a dog collar and a lightweight chain dog leash with a leather looped handle.
He looked her in the eye and gave her an order: "Strip. Just leave shoes and stockings on. Now". Verity's eyes widened; this was a new approach from him. "Sir, a blindfold? Why". "Be quiet and do as I say. It's what they want. Now get out there and don't keep them waiting". Verity quickly unzipped her dress and took her lingerie off. Her large tits fell out of her bra as she unhooked it and Francis smiled to see her nipples were already hard and jutting. He always loved to see her like this, she was very feminine, very sexy. Her bush was trimmed just as he liked it and he could already see small beads of juice collecting around her labia. She was ready to seal the agreement he'd made.
He fastened the collar around her neck, attached the leash and made her look in the mirror. As she applied a coat of scarlet lip gloss he said "This is what they're about to play with my darling. Shame you won't be seeing any of it". With that he tied the blindfold round her eyes and tested she couldn't see anything before leading her out on the leash into the suite. There was a big bed and chairs arranged around it and Francis led Verity to one of the chairs and sat her down facing the room, keeping the leash tight as he stood beside her.
