Sexy18 year-old office junior Jenny's 38-22-34-inch body is supercharged with a rare kind of fulfilment after coming away from her first bi-sexual encounter with 30 year- old country visitor Laura (see chapter 6). While memories of a week ago linger long she must now concentrate on tonight's VIP client dinner meeting with her boss and an out-of-town business magnate.
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The dinner meeting at the plush six-star Ritz Hotel is to get the hard-nosed entrepreneur to agree to her boss's terms over a protracted and lucrative business deal and Raymond wants Jenny to join him to help coerce a decision in his favour. Well, that's the story her sometimes-devious boss told her. In truth, the so-called out-of- town business magnate is really one of Raymond's filthy rich golfing cohorts who paid $10,000 for Raymond to set up the clandestine meeting so he could get access to Jenny and, with luck, bed her for a night of debauchery. It is a long shot, he knows, but after seeing a video of Jenny entertaining her boss in nothing but her stockings and garter belt two weeks ago, he regards the $10,000 worth the chance now he is totally besotted with her erotically beautiful natural physical assets and perceived innocence. The virgin he can have when he's not having a virgin.
For Jenny, this is quite a different matter. She is completely unaware she is being set up and has been so careful manipulated by her boss for this important meeting that she is taking her new role as his personal secretary to its zenith. This is her chance to show she can handle a high level executive situation and she is determined not to disappoint her boss. They are to meet in the foyer of the city's most sumptuous hotel at 6pm and go straight to the client who is waiting for their private dinner meeting in the Platinum Suite on level 50. Her boss, Raymond, has booked the $5000 a night massive suite until noon the next day
Jenny is utterly convinced this is not just her biggest moment in her working life, being party to an important business negotiation dinner meeting at a high level venue, it is to her way of thinking, equally important for her boss. The stakes are high; she has been urged to think. She has been well primed for the occasion to perform well for her boss. Raymond is providing her with an eye-popping yet elegant evening gown specially designed by a friend in a top fashion house. It is daring, it is different, and it is going to make Jenny look the part tonight. He spares no expense to put Jenny on a pedestal so that his tough as nails dinner guest will buckle under pressure from Jenny's charm and agree to sign the deal.
He has also arranged for Jenny to prepare for the big evening with a $1200 full body and facial pampering at the city's most exclusive address where celebrities often go. It includes hot spa, full body massage, manicure, pedicure, special oils to add lustre to her already smooth light brown Latina body, "film star" make-up, hair styling and a 20ml gift of an exclusive body perfume the salon staff say will drive a man wild and remain scented in the skin for at least three showers.
Jenny is unaware that her boss has planned to phone the hotel at the last minute, feigning sudden illness, and have her paged for a message.
Expecting her boss to guide her through the evening -- she keeps thinking of the Pretty Woman movie hotel business dinner scenario and doesn't want to be embarrassed -- Jenny enthusiastically heads off to collect her hand made evening gown.
Raymond also had specially designed and handmade a daring piece of lingerie he says she must put on for him once the clock strikes 10pm. He tells her that if the mongrel doesn't agree to sign the deal by then and it drags on, Jenny will have to flaunt her figure where actions speak louder than words. She has assured him she would not let him down, as the deal is so important to him.
Arriving home Jenny can't wait to try the evening gown on. It is sensational. and hand made for her measurements. It is an ankle length black satin gown with a subtle full- length split up the front that goes within three inches of her crotch. As Jenny walks the gown separates from the front to show lots of bare leg and inner thighs yet is extremely elegant and in some way rather discreet. It has been designed to be eye- catching but not brazen, the sort of dress a Hollywood starlet could wear with pride.
The shoulders are completely bare. Adjoining straps tie the gown at the back of the neck and the designer has created a sensational low cleavage for Jenny's big firm breasts by having parallel four-inch wide straps sweep down from the neck, crossing over the nipples of each breast and the deep vee shape leaving three inches of bare torso underneath the breasts before the gown assumes a normal full cover to the ankles -- apart from the splits! The dress does not allow for a bra to hold her jugs -- they are so firm they stand up very well without support.
Her swollen puffy nipples etch a clear outline against the sheer satin and cannot hide their size and pointy shape. Her breasts are fully exposed from the side profile, except where the material runs over the nipples, Because Jenny's boobs are so firm the side-on view of the evening gown is mind boggling sexy. At the back the gown has a matching full length split up the centre parallel to the front one, rising to just three inches from the start of the buttocks. Anyone following behind Jenny as she walks will see lots of leg and shapely inner thighs.
She looks a million dollars. The evening gown is so elegant on her despite the way her elongated puffy nipples push out erotically from under the sheer satin Jenny is thrilled and can't wait to display her magnificence to her boss in just a few hours' time.
God, she says to herself, this turns me on. Once Raymond sees me in this tonight he will want to ravish me. Oh well, sometimes a personal secretary deserves to be ravished by her boss when she is soooo good. She anxiously opens the small parcel containing the lingerie she will wear later in the night after all the business is over and done.
"Ooooh", Jenny says aloud, wondering what is inside the package. "Raymond must have something naughty in mind for me. Jenny pulls the outfit out of the box and is gob smacked. "Wow! Wowee!" she cries aloud. Without saying another word she steps into it and looks at herself in the full-length mirror. "Raymond, you are a dirty old man," she says aloud in a chastising manner. The outfit consists of a pure silk one-piece outfit she must step into and tied with a thin strap behind the neck. Parallel two-inch wide strips of fine satin sweep down the front in a V design, barely covering her bulbous nipples, and run past a bare abdomen to merge in the crotch, only fractionally wide enough to contain her pristine pussy into a tight fitting pouch. The garment is so light and so small it fits into her clenched hand.
"Oh my God, oh my God," Jenny mutters. "I may as well wear just a postage stamp. "This is amazing. This will send any man crazy. Maybe any woman too," thinking of her recent lesbian fling with the girl from the country. Jenny stands looking at her image in the full-length mirror. She just stares and stares wondering what her boss will say when the clock reaches 9pm and she must change from the elegant full length gown into this...thing. Jenny talks to herself because her stepdad is not home. "My boss is a real perv, the dirty devious old bugger but he knows how to bring out the best, or the worst maybe, in me! Anyway, can't let him down tonight, not now I've got the big pay rise and the BMW."
She looks magnificently graceful in her new ankle length evening dress, her professional make-up and hair styled to perfection, her nipples specially lacquered in an edible emollient to make their natural pigment darker and richer her skimpy black lace g-string panties, sheer black nylon stockings and matching lace garter belt, black shiny patent leather high heels that strap around the ankles above their four-inch high supports, and of course, her personal jewellery consisting of the slave chain anklet, matching necklace, wrist chain and ear rings that drop two inches beneath the lobes..
The clock approaches 6pm and unsuspecting Jenny arrives on time at the hotel. She enters the spacious foyer of the swish hotel and notices people looking at her. She stands somewhat uncomfortably near a huge marble pillar clutching her purse that contains her lip-gloss and scanty piece of lingerie for sleeping with her boss. Her statuesque figure is a commanding sight in her extraordinary cut eveningwear. She overhears one couple whispering about her and thinks she heard the word supermodel. That brightens her up.
After 10 minutes she stands there on her own, now fidgeting and hoping Raymond won't be long. She is not used to being in such posh places and it scares her a little even though she looks as though she is indeed a supermodel, or maybe a Hollywood starlet She looks more womanly than her real teenage years, not long out of school.
She hears her name being paged to come to the reception desk and struts across the wide expanse of marble floor. "That's me, you just called. Yes?" she says in an unusually tentative tone.
