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.
