Negotiations
Chapter One: Tough negotiator.
The office was cheap-looking. The wood was stained dark and the glass could have been done with a clean. The air was stained with coffee and sharper undertones of sweat. The floors were linoleum, but Hannah Montgomery had nowhere else to go.
She sat down opposite the fifty-something man in a crumpled grey stripe suit.
"Now, you came to me about this debt, and I don't know what you think I can do?" Martin was a low life, and he knew it. The woman before him was just his type, curvy, but her breasts were only medium and possibly enhanced. She had a great ass, and in the low-cut dress, that was too small for her, that she should choose to wear for this interview, she was his best candidate so far today.
"I came today because I need that loan of $5000 today." She brushed a stray hair from her face, her shoulder-length dark hair shook back behind her ear.
"I can see that. Your collateral is a little shy, though Mrs.?" Martin stammered. His eye never left her, he watched for any flicker in this woman. She had a fully fleshed face, but her make-up was good. Her lips were full and her neck was slender. Her dress had a pleasing V-neck and gave a good cleavage. She had chosen a good supporting bra, its subtle mauve was a nice accompaniment to her black dress.
"Ms. Hannah Montgomery. I am divorced. My mother's jewellery should be enough, I think" She answered. Martin smiled. He knew the jewellery was at least $2000 short and she knew it.
"The current market value will not be enough, and you know it. Now, I imagine you've been bounced from banks and other lenders. I also imagine your credit cards are on their limit, so now you come to me. Shall we cut to the chase, here?" Martin smiled thinly and leaned forward, his dick stirred, as he caught another glimpse of her tits.
"Alright, so what will it take for you to see things my way?" Hannah Montgomery asked, knowing full well what was required.
"You didn't pull my name out of a hat! You know my reputation and you know my pockets are deep. The question is what will it take for you to seal this deal?" Martin leaned back on the only expensive piece of furniture in the office; a comfortable hinged wooden scalloped back chair, with leather padding.
Hannah looked at him. Although his suit suffered creases, his white shirt was fitted and of good quality and his frame lean. His hair, although a dirty blonde, was cut well. His face was clean-shaven, and his nails were manicured weekly. She stood up, put her handbag on the desk reached round to the ties on her hips and pulled at the small, neat bow. The dress loosened and as she pulled the wrap-around back, she revealed a small belly, which quivered slightly as she moved, and her matching bra and panties set. She allowed the dress to fall off her shoulders.
Martin didn't move a muscle and continued to watch her strip.
"Do you like what you see?" Hannah asked, with a wry smile on her lips.
Martin smiled and nodded. Hannah looked at him and then without a word, reached around and unclipped her bra pulled the bra from her strap-bitten shoulders held it out and let it dangle before she dropped it. Her breasts sagged only slightly, clearly not enhanced, but her coral-pink nipples were already erect. She further enhanced their pointedness by squeezing her flesh and then cupping her tits for him to see.
"Lean over the desk and let them hang for me." Martin sighed and leaned forward. Hannah stepped up to the desk and put her hand down and allowed her breasts to dangle like ripe fruit in front of him. Hannah smiled,
"Well, are you going to touch them or not?" Hannah teased. Martin loved tits that hung like that, it reminded him of the statue of the Roman babes being suckled by the she-wolf.
"Oh yes." Martin took each breast in his hands and squeezed them and felt their heaviness. While he caressed them. Hannah moaned softly and moved closer to give him the best opportunity to play with them. As they faced each other, their eyes met and Hannah felt the first tingling of her pussy, and the following sense of wetness.
"Now the panties, show me your ass!" Martin instructed. Hannah moved back hooked two thumbs on her waistband and turned round. Pulling the mauve panties down inch by inch, she shimmed them around her generous ass cheeks and then bent over, giving him a wonderful view of the whiff of black pubic hair and her winking asshole.
"Give me the panties," Hannah handed them over and Martin put them to his nose. He inhaled deeply and could detect her womanly smell. Hannah lifted her leg and rested her heeled shoes on the desk, giving Martin a clear view of her cunt lips, with a small postage stamp tiny of hair. She dropped her right hand and with her index finger rubbed the loose, dark outer labia.
