AUTHOR'S NOTE - This story is partly fantasy, partly true. For best effect, read parts 1-5 before this part. The main character, Sethy, is based upon a real woman and much of the character reflects the true woman. If you are curious about Sethy's or Linda's looks, message me.
All characters in this story are twenty-one or older. This story is the property of the author and cannot be copied or used in part or in entirety without express written consent of the author.
Sethy - Part Six - The Deal
I had checked into a room at the Las Palmas at about noon. Of course, I didn't need another room since I was still in my room at the South Park with Sethy, but I did need this room here for what I had planned. I brought a few things over with me so the room would look occupied. I spoke to the people at the front desk so if I needed someone I would know who to call. This also gave them a chance to remember me. Then I walked over to the entrance to the Thai Lanna which was off the hotel lobby. I spoke to the hostess there, who was not nearly as charming as Celia at the PCR Nantehlik, and reserved a secluded table for 1:30. I took the elevator up to my room and sent Sethy a text. "Everything is all set dear. I'll do a little work here before going downstairs at 1:20 to wait for Linda."
Sethy quickly texted back, "OK Rod. Good luck darling. I hope that everything goes smoothly and according to your plan. Don't forget your girl." She followed that by sending another photo of her. This was another one taken outside when we had been out on a walk and I just got the urge to see her luscious tits. Sethy was happy to accommodate. Flashing in public I had learned was something that made her really hot and wet.
At 1:20 I was sitting at my table at the Thai Lanna. Five or six other tables were still occupied but more than half of the dining room had emptied out after the lunch rush. I was pleased that the hostess had been able to seat the other guests a fair distance from my table. She had done well, but could not hold a candle to Celia in terms of looks or service. Celia was an intriguing young woman. I was thinking of her pretty eyes and bright smile when I heard heels on the wooden floor approaching. I looked up; it was Linda.
"Linda. So good to see you again." Rather than kissing her hand, I gave her a kiss on both checks Micronesian style. That brought a smile to her lips.
"Hi Rod. I'm happy to see you again. To be honest, I thought 1:30 would never come. I've been looking forward to lunch all morning," she replied.
We sat down and ordered and soon lunch was served. "Business first, Linda," I said looking across the table at her. "You had a chance to consider the offer I made to you last night. Are you interested?" I asked looking directly into her eyes. If there was hesitation or bullshit, I wanted to be able to see it in her eyes.
She smiled and replied, "I'm very interested."
I continued, "I told you the four requirements I have of my partners. Those are non-negotiable. Before you answer, let me say that your trustworthiness is paramount. Can you fulfill all four?"
She got serious and responded, "Yes, I have signing authority on our company's operating account. I can pay invoices and issue receipts. That's what you require, right, Rod?"
I replied, "Yes, that's right. I send you the money and my invoice. You use the money I sent to you to pay my invoice within 24 hours of the time that I send you the invoice and the money. The amount of my invoice will be 95% of the money I send to you. You keep the remaining 5%. You are good with that?"
"I'm good with that, Rod. I'm very good," she smiled. We chatted about this and that. She asked about places I had visited and done work in. I asked her about her work, her office and the people she worked with in addition to other things. It was a delightful meal. We finished and I paid for the check.
"Let's go up to my room so I can execute the transaction. As I mentioned previously, I work through an encrypted server when I make corporate transfers, not off my phone. One last thing, Linda, before we proceed. There would likely be tax implications for your company if the Pohnpei Tax Department were to find out about these transactions. Are you comfortable with that? Could you manage that?" I wanted to be sure there were no hiccups.
Linda looked me in the eyes and said, "Yes, it won't be a problem. I have a very good relationship with the General Manager and the CFO of our company. I don't know people in the Tax Department, but I can be very persuasive when I need to be." She had a sly smile on her face which said it all. As I looked at her I thought about what she said. I imagined some poor 30-40 year-old bureaucrat accountant working behind a desk all day in the Tax Department trying to manage Linda in a tax dispute. He wouldn't have a chance - she would eat him alive.
It was a little awkward in the elevator going up to my floor. Linda was leaning provocatively against the wall near me. I think she expected me to make my move. But I had to be very careful here. I needed to stick to my plan and stay in control of the situation. The elevator opened and I waited as Linda stepped out, then she followed me down the hall to my room. The room key worked like a charm and in we went.
