Dr Jolene Ch 16

CHAPTER 16: PRODUCT LAUNCH FINISHED

I woke to warm lips teasing my nipples. "Sir, what time is it?"

"It's earlier than you need to be getting up, but I couldn't just leave for my own room without ..." He kissed me and allowed his hands to roam over my naked body after throwing off the sheet that was only partially covering me. "I need to be in the conference room before it gets started." He kissed my nipples, gently sucked on them, then hugged me. "Thank you." I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "Last night ... thank you."

I smiled, "Sir, having me in your bed isn't ..."

He kissed me, "Don't tease, slut." I giggled. "You know what I mean. Last night was different and you know it. You saw into me and pulled it out for us to examine openly, to accept or reject. You gave me only acceptance ... insistently so." I smiled, took his face in my hands, and kissed him deeply. "So, I didn't want to leave without actually saying it."

I looked at him puzzled as his hands continued their uninhibited touching. He smiled and locked onto my eyes, "I love you, Jolene Trent. But ..." The but was lost as I pulled him in and mashed our mouths together. His face was bright with his joy and I hoped mine reflected the same because it was what I was feeling. He was chuckling, "But ... my love doesn't change anything, dear."

"Yes, sir." I said it expectantly, hopefully. "I am still your slut, sir?" He nodded. "I am still a slut for Robert and James, as they desire me?" He nodded. "And, however you or they might want to use me, abuse me, or share me?"

"Yes, slut. That is what it means that nothing has changed."

My hand moved over his thigh to find a semi-hard cock. "You are wrong, though, sir, a lot has changed when we accept what we feel. But you are also correct in that those feelings should not interfere with the fact that I am the slut and I will continue to respond that way." I looked at him shyly, "May I express my feelings openly, sir?" He smiled and nodded and I replied, feeling like I had to be glowing, "I love you, sir. Not just as your slut or as the woman who owes you so much for the career I have enjoyed, but as a woman to a man. And, it is my desire that this love will make me an even worthier slut for you."

He stood up and I stood with him, wishing to feel his skin next to mine. I kissed his chest and gazed down at his semi-hard cock. "Sir, do you at least have time for a blow job?" He smiled and nodded. I turned him and set him on the edge of the bed as I sank to my knees between his open legs. I looked up at him as I licked the length of his cock, a big smile showing on my face. His hand lightly touched the side of my face as my lips opened to the head of his cock. I sucked the pre-cum seeping from it, then took the head into my mouth. I pulled back off, licking copious amounts of saliva along the length of the shaft. I raised my head over his cock and opened my mouth wide, lowering it over his shaft, taking three inches of his nine in. I pulled up, then pressed back down while taking more into my mouth. Another up and down and the head was entering my throat. I took a breath, relaxed my throat and focused on proper breathing before pressing down further, taking his cock into my throat. Up and down, over and over, then pressing firmly to take the last inch, my nose touching his body. I pulled up with a gasp and sucked the head, a hand stroking his shaft furiously. Then, again, his cock firmly, deeply in my throat.

His gasps and groans, his flexing of hips and moans, his holding my head and pressing his cock forward all told me he was near. Then, "OHHHH ... FUCK ... Jolene ... DEAR SLUT ...!" He was gasping. I felt his balls and shaft swell large and the first pulse of his cum approached. I thrust my head down, his cock deep into my throat and my timing was almost off. I felt his cock jerk inside my throat. I pulled back as the first spurt of cum shot out into the back of my mouth. I gagged for a moment before recovering and swallowing in time for the next spurt ... and the next.

I sat back on my heels after cleaning his cock, using an index finger to move some stray cum back into my mouth. I looked up at him as I licked my lips for any more cum. To him, my face reflected the pure satisfaction of a slut having just joyfully done her job expertly. But there was more there, too.

He lifted me to my feet and kissed me with no hesitation or reluctance to touch the lips and mouth with his cum on them. He stepped back and began getting dressed, "I need to return to my room to prepare for this day. Today is very important, dear, and how well this goes is dependent on your presentations."

"Of course, sir. I won't let you down."

He smiled. "You never have. Now, I have made some comments in your notes. Follow them completely." He was dressed and ready to leave and I followed him to the door. He turned and kissed me, patting my butt. "One final thing ... I took the liberty of ordering you room service breakfast for the three of you. It should be here in 15 minutes." I thanked him. He gave me a playful look. Oh ... now what? "When it arrives, you will remain naked."

I blushed. "Yes, sir." I shivered. I smiled even in the embarrassing anticipation. Nothing is changing.

I had been standing in the wings of the stage area patiently, nervously, waiting for my introduction. First Mr. W made his opening comments and welcome, promising the audience a day of information about the company's venture into a new direction that will bring changes to people's lives and to each of the individual companies represented, if they chose to move forward with us. Next was our Marketing group and Sales group who discussed the proposed channels of product entry, but what they were all waiting for was to hear in some detail about the products they had only heard rumors and whispers about.

I looked over the heads of the audience from my position off the stage and found Robert and James standing at the back of the room by the door. Only marginally interested in what was being said on stage, their eyes frequently scanned over the room back to me. When we made contact, they both gave me a thumbs-up and smile of encouragement. I was dressed in the outfit Mr. W instructed for me to wear and for a while this morning I wondered if our new attitude hadn't affected his choice. I was dressed in a rather conservative business suit: charcoal colored jacket and matching skirt that ended at the knees; white, buttoned blouse; white lace matching bra and panties (when was the last time I wore panties?); and, dark, sheer stockings and heels. I felt conspicuous by the nature of what I was wearing, though to everyone else, my outfit last night was probably more conspicuous. Any concern I had about Mr. W's attitude about me, though, disappeared when I remembered to check my notes for the additions he made. As I made note of the yellow hi-lighted comments in my notes, I had smiled, blushed, became instantly wetter and shivered in anticipation.

Then, I heard Mr. W's voice. When had he gotten back on the stage? "But you are not hear to listen to us. These stunning new products are the singular result of the insight, foresight, and dedicated effort of a single woman. To me ... well, she has been and continues to be the most brilliant woman and scientist I have known. Dr. Jolene Trent came to Washburn Pharmaceuticals ..." To me, he droned on about my work history and past accomplishments. It wasn't the kind of attention I ever liked shone on me, but I knew it was a part of the business effect. "So ... please ... Dr. Jolene Trent."

I looked up at him on the little stage, breathed in and slowly released it, glance to the back at the guys and received the same thumbs-up. I smiled at them, though the audience probably thought I was smiling at them and I remembered the trick one of the Sales guys shared: by looking just over the people's heads it gives the impression of connecting with them without really doing so.

I stepped up onto the small stage. Mr. W met me before I reached the podium. He hugged me chastely and whispered, "You understand my additions?" I nodded, then found myself standing at the podium alone, spreading my notes before me. I took another deep breath and became instantly very aware of the spotlight on me and the quieting applause settling into an anticipatory hush in the room. I took another deep breath as I gave the audience a welcoming, appreciative smile.

"Thank you ... thank you, ladies and gentlemen." In a self-deprecating tone, "I can assure you that you have already heard from the better speakers. Unfortunately, they want me to talk to you, also."

A strong voice from the back I recognized as Robert's said, "That's because you know every little detail." The crowd laughed and added more applause in support. I had the feeling they might be used to awkward scientists delivering details. I doubted they were ready for Mr. W's little additions, though.

On the timeline of the agenda, I came on right after the mid-morning break. I would speak to the male products until the end of the morning session and the break for lunch. After lunch, my presentation would pick-up with the female products and end with the mid-afternoon break. It was planned to be 3.5 to 4 hours allowing for questions and clarifications. Both presentations were filled with necessary boring data tables addressing issues of predictability, associated risk, and government approval. It also contained testimonials from men, photos of before and after results, and videos of procedures to give the audience an idea of the requirements for treatment. There were cringe-worthy reactions from the men in the audience at the insertion of the needles at the base of the cock; and, there was the interested reactions from men and excited reactions from women with the after pictures of cock size increase.

Mr. W insisted on including video clips of me sucking his cock before and after and James' cock before and after. My face was professionally blurred but it was clear I initially struggled more to suck the 'after' cock sizes (something I quickly adjusted to, however). Though the video showed a blurred face, there was a murmur through the audience. The conference was setup with a video screen showing the speaker at all times and another screen for projected images, like these videos. The screens were nearly side-by-side and it hit me as I looked up at them, I was positioned at the same angle as the woman in the videos. The similarity was striking since only the eyes were blurred.

At the end of the videos, a question came from the audience, a female's voice, "Doctor Trent, can you clarify a point, please? It appeared in the video that the after cock sucking, especially the black ones, presented a thicker specimen beyond longer and the thickness was ... challenging?"

The audience was hushed. Then a faint murmur of speculation and anticipation. The question was more than, 'was it reported?', but more, 'was it your experience?' I cleared my throat several times and I was sure the spot lights were magnifying the blush I was experiencing. I glanced back at the guys and they were leaned toward each other sharing comments with big smiles and nods.

I worked myself to an authoritative, controlled voice, "I believe that was ... ughm ... her response, yes." There was laughter of understanding. I think I would have blushed if not for knowing what Mr. W had in store for me.

After the lunch break, we were again assembled in the conference room. I started the next series of talks with the formulation for the female equivalent of ED, generally lumped into lack of sexual drive, desire, and performance. We had learned that males dominate the call for solutions in this area, but females are as likely to have similar issues.

Then, I shifted to the enhancement formulations. Of the approximately three dozen in the audience, there were only about five women, though they were showing significant early interest and seeing value in the formulations. It was this part of my presentation where Mr. W had added comments to my notes.

I was into the data and comparisons of breast enhancement and sensitivity for the nipples and clit when I reached that point in the presentation to modify my talk. I was using a wireless mic that clipped around the ear. As I stepped back from the lectern, I flipped a switch that activated that mic. I stepped in front of the lectern as I continued to speak to the enhancement formulation and tested results. Of course, one of the best examples I had was me and that was Mr. W's point. As I walked back and forth across the front of the small stage, I slipped my suit jacket off my shoulders and down my arms. I quickly folded it and placed it on the surface of the lectern. A murmur began in the audience as my fingers began unfastening the buttons of my blouse from the top down. When I had to pull the blouse tails from my skirt, there was more whispers and gasps floating from the audience to me. I glanced to the side of the room as I slid the blouse down my arms. Mr. W was leaning confidently and at ease against the wall, watching carefully. He nodded as our eyes connected.

Mr. W, in his normal mode of control, even provided me with the order of removing my clothes. All the times I was naked at the estate, then the test subjects, the erotic shopping trips, exhibition in restaurants and bars, and even the naked display and fucking outside at night, none of it truly prepared me for this. I knew I was a beet red as I followed Mr. W's instructions to effectively perform a strip in front of three dozen business people during a very important presentation. When he had told people they would be seeing much more of me, they had no idea just how much more he had planned.

His instructions surprised me. After the blouse, I would have anticipated removing the skirt. That's what I would do if stripping for someone. Get down to my underwear. But, no ... next was to remove my bra. I continued my talk and I was pointing out enlargement of the breast. I turned to face the screen as if to make a point on the photograph displayed there, but what I was sure most everyone was really watching was my fingers behind my back as they unfastened the hooks of my bra. Once released, I allowed the back to hang open for a moment as I made another point. Then, turning around, I slipped the bra off, placing it on the lectern with the blouse.

Then, to provide a living example, I cupped my two tits and lifted them to the audience. "Data, graphs, testimonials, even pictures are one thing, ladies and gentlemen, but real physical examples are another. These are examples of what the formulation can do. I originally had D-cups. They are enlarged to EE now, approximately the 30% increase expected."

I got questions about the procedure, why so large, etc. I dodged the one about 'why'. That decision had essentially been made for me and I didn't know that should be divulged publicly.

I then moved into the formulations for sensitivity. These are, perhaps, a bit more controversial. There are case of loss of sensitivity, but for the most part this would be an application for desiring more sexual arousal. Obviously, not something I thought was a bad thing.

My fingers moved to the side of my skirt to reveal my sheer, lace panties. Removing the panties, I was again surprised by Mr. W. I find, and many others would agree, that leaving the stockings and heels on is very sexy. Mr. W's motivation was different, though. To him, having a completely naked woman on stage while speaking to increasing the sensitivity of the nipples and clit was far sexier. Then, something happened I wasn't prepared for. The camera set to be focused on the speakers zoomed in on my nipples as I spoke about them. I heard the gasp and people in the audience looking at the screen behind me and the magnification of my nipple. I watched over my shoulder as I pinched the nub and the mic picked up my moan.

"Yes ... I am also a beneficiary of these formulations, too. My nipples are nearly always aroused with the slightest stimulation ... blouse material moving over them ... a soft kiss ... a wet tongue ... a soft breeze."

My hands had not stopped, though. I stepped out of my heels and rolled down the stockings, dropping to the floor of the stage to manage it. I heard another gasp and eager comments and glanced over my shoulder to find the screen filled with a zoomed image of my open and wet cunt, the clit visible at the top.

The last instruction Mr. W left on my notes was going to be even harder. I was on the floor, propped up on my elbows to look out at the audience with my knees cocked and spread before them. I knew the camera was still zoomed in on my cunt because Mr. W wanted everyone to see this last part of my presentation before the mid-afternoon break. His last instruction: masturbate to orgasm with taunting description.

"Ladies, without raising your hands, how many of you masturbate? Men, how many of your wives or girlfriends do? What I would really like to know ..." as two of my fingers slid over my displayed cunt, parting the wet and yielding lips, "... is how easy it is to achieve the orgasm manually? Some might say ... if being truthful ... that it is easier than with the cock they have available." It was quiet in the room. "Of course, we have a product to do something about that." The place erupted in laughter and applause. "I have told you we can improve, heighten, improve sensitivity to the major zones. The nipples and clit." I rubbed my clit. "See how easily it is engorged?" I knew they could on the screen because that was where almost everyone was looking. I slipped a finger, two, three into my cunt and they came out wet. I sucked them and I heard moans come from the audience. "With increased sensitivity, comes increased wetness and preparation for insertion, or ... in this case ... my fingers." One hand went to a nipple while the other was at my clit and cunt opening. A mature woman in front was biting her lower lip. A man sitting near her was shifting in his chair.

I probed into my cunt, curling my fingers for the g-spot while using my thumb on my clit, hitting both parts at once as my nipple was twisted. I was looking directly into the eyes of the woman in front of me and she was gazing directly into mine, no longer caring about the screen with the zoomed in image. I cried out as my orgasm crashed over me. Before my head dropped back to the floor, I saw the woman fill a glass with water and approach me.

After recovering, I thanked the woman for her kindness. She thanked me for the best presentation on a product she had ever witnessed.

As the audience broke for refreshments, many came to the edge of the stage. Some, maybe, to get a closer look, but most thanked me or asked a quick question. Then, Mr. W intruded to give me more water. But he also had more in mind.

He helped me to my feet. "Come, there is someone very special I want you to meet." I hesitated. He chuckled, "Everyone just watched you masturbate. I think seeing you naked a little more shouldn't be a problem." He had a point. He usually does.

As he walked me through the entire room to the back, Mr. W explained to me that the man I was to meet was Gerald Adamley who has one of the biggest, most influential distribution systems in North America. Landing his account would virtually take us half way to success by himself. He warned me, though, that he can be difficult. He lost his sight and suffered significant nerve and muscle damage in an accident years ago. He has managed to walk, again, but for short walks and uses a seeing-eye dog, which is why he is in the back of the room. He has a close associate with him.

As we approached the back of the room, I spotted an older man sitting at a table by himself, a Golden Retriever curled on the floor next to him. Several men and a woman were talking on the other side of the table. The woman had her back turned and the men now cast glances my way.