CHAPTER 15: PRODUCT LAUNCH
I walked with Mr. W to his office from the Board Room where a company executive meeting had just concluded. As I walked up to his office door, we also approached the desk of his Executive Assistant, Marjorie. She saw me approaching and smiled broadly, craning her neck to look beyond us to see if anyone else was in ear-shot.
"Damn, Jolene ... Dr. Trent ... you are looking so damn hot." She blushed, but continued as I stopped as she rose from her desk. "Terrible way for an older woman to talk, isn't it? But I personally think it is great, so good for you." I was wearing the kind of clothes the guys preferred on me when we left the confines of the estate: A skirt that maybe reached mid-thigh; semi-sheer, white blouse with several button left undone over sheer, lace underwear; and, finished with sheer stockings and matching 4 inch heels. Even though I was wearing a bra, which felt very constricting, my extra-large tits moved in ways that seemed to dare anyone to avoid watching. "We don't see enough of you, dear ... oh, my! No, that's not the way I meant to say that ..."
I gave her a big hug and assured her I understood what she meant ... I think. She laughed.
As I was about to take a chair in front of Mr. W's desk, I stopped to consider him, "Sir, would you prefer if I close and lock the door and undress for you?"
He looked at me and looked at the door. I could see the turmoil as he considered the options and significance of the decision. It was the middle of the afternoon, not after hours. Perhaps, I could make the decision easier for him, I thought with a wicked smile spreading over my face.
"Sir, you indicated that some senior people in the company know about my other activities because of Harrison. Is Marjorie one of them?" He nodded. I smiled. "Then, it shouldn't be a problem." I turned back to the door and leaned out to catch Marjorie's attention. "Marjorie, you commented about seeing more of me. I am going to close the door. If you come in, you will see just that, which is fine, but could you make sure nobody else has access?"
She stared at me and finally managed, "Then, it's true?" I smiled. "Just do me one favor, dear. Don't give him a heart attack." I winked at her.
I closed the door and strode back to the desk, my fingers already undoing buttons on my blouse. As I pulled the blouse from my skirt, "You know, slut, Marjorie guessed even before Harrison made his comments." I was sliding the blouse off my shoulders and down my arms but looking at him with interest. He continued, "Remember that time you came here with the guys dressed in that outlandish outfit after shopping? Your lack of visibility around the company but my comments about your efforts on projects put ideas in her head. You might not know it, but she and her husband have always had an adventurous side to their sex life."
I chuckled. "And she appears to be just a nice, conservative, mature woman." I shook my head with a smile as I dropped my blouse onto the other chair.
Mr. W leaned back in his chair to watch as I continued undressing for him. I reached behind my back to unclasp my necessarily substantial bra, slid it off to join my blouse. I walked to his side of the desk and turned my back to him. His fingers undid the clasp and lowered the zipper on my skirt. I was pushing it over my hips as I returned to the other side, letting it drop to the floor and placing it in the chair. With only my sheer lace panties on, I stood before him and smiled to hold his attention as I pushed them down my thighs, then standing with my feet parted.
He gazed at the spot between my legs. "Are you wet, dear?" I stepped around the desk, again, and parted my legs further. His hand went between my legs, several fingers sliding over my cunt lips. "Yes, you are ... as always, as you say."
One of my hands rose to clutch a tit, "Would you like to fuck me, sir? Or, perhaps a blowjob?"
He chuckled, his finger sliding between my lips and into my hole. "Yes, slut, I would, but right now we need to talk about the meeting and the next steps for the launch."
I gave him a pouting look but he only laughed at my tease, so I took to the chair and crossed my legs, comfortably naked in his office. We reviewed the discussions, suggestions, and comments from the meeting in the Board Room. The meeting included the senior executives and their support staff from Marketing, Sales, and Distribution. The topic of discussion was the new products I had developed and the new product line the company was introducing. I had given a presentation to the room-full of people very similar to the one I had given to the Board of Directors. I confided in him that I had a nasty impression he might ask me to be more involved in a physically sexual way. I reminded him of his earlier comments about using me for "expertise and incentive" during the brainstorming efforts. I had the distinct impression that Harrison's spreading the word about me would lead to me being used more within the company.
He nodded, "Sorry, about that dear. I may have had some thoughts along that line earlier, but no ... no, despite what Harrison said, you are not going to be the company slut and I let those in the know that I would not tolerate such talk continuing." He hesitated, then, "However, that isn't to say I don't see you being used in that way elsewhere. Just not within the company, necessarily. Everyone in the company is well paid to do their job, so they shouldn't require additional motivation or incentive. Customers, distributors, and people of influence, however, are a different story."
I smiled. It was clear to me now that the Product Launch event would be such a situation. "Of course, sir. Which leads us to the product launch event."
He nodded. The event will be held at a small, isolate island beach resort off Florida. We will have the resort to ourselves for four days. Normally, the resort is clothing-optional at the pool and beach. For our stay, since we have the entire resort rented, they have extended the clothing-optional rule to the conference room for the benefit of our meeting. Despite the fact that we were pushing the non-sexual motivations of the formulations, much of the demand for them will definitely be sexually driven: ED elimination, larger cocks, bigger tits, and increased sensitivity for nipples and clit are things the sexually motivated will want. I also knew the allowance for nudity may only apply primarily to me.
The four days would be broken down to allow time for interaction, discovery, presentation, and relaxation. The days will be filled with a mix and greet with the only agenda being the group dinner in the evening since flights to the island are few and the planes small so people would be arriving throughout the day. There will be presentations, demonstrations, and discovery about the products. Time for interaction in whatever ways needed to make an impact for the clients. The last day was guests leaving early and company personnel would remain for hours longer to debrief on comments and ideas from the guests, and produce action plans to proceed based on those reviews.
He looked at me at the end and was about to say something when there was a knock on the door. Marjorie cracked the door open and he waved her in. She quickly closed the door behind her and walked to Mr. W with a sheet of paper, but her eyes were glued on me ... or, I should say on my bare body. Mr. W teased her about bringing in something of such little importance.
"I know, Stanley, but ... damn, she teased me so much with the door being closed thing ... I just had to see for myself." She stepped up to me and put out her hands. "Can I be so bold to have you stand?"
I giggled and blushed. As much time as I spend naked at the estate, this did embarrass me and I wondered how I would handle a large room full of strangers. I stood, put out my arms, and gave her a playful spin in place, which made my tits sway. She giggled and left the office. I looked at Mr. W and we both laughed at the exchange.
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When we arrived at the small beach resort early in the day, it was well before any of the guests would be arriving. We only managed that by using a chartered flight that left an executive airport outside of Miami at the crack of dawn. There were five other men from the company beside the four of us. Tim Martin, head of Marketing and his second, Bob. Then, Al Sharpton, head of Sales and his two seconds, Marty and Jake.
