"They're here, Briana." The signal came from Zoe, breaking Briana out of her sex-induced trance.
"Showtime," Briana said, marching past her staff and winking at Zoe as she headed to the foyer of the building to meet Armstrong Hamilton J. Mason the third. All eyes of staff and the Mason party of ten were on Briana as she offered her hand to "Ham" as the Mason Big Cheese was called. Briana thought it was the commanding presence she portrayed, but instead her clothing choice made the first and lasting impression.
"Mr. Mason," Briana said, professionally, preparing to deliver a firm handshake. As this big time mover and shaker from one of America's richest families took her hand, Briana suddenly noticed how much he reminded her of her late husband. She suddenly wasn't so strong, not so professional, she wanted him to like her -- in fact, she wanted him to... to find her sexy????
"I am sexy and love for those around me to know I'm sexy," her mind flooded with this instruction in a voice that might have been hers or... someone else's, Briana wasn't sure and wasn't prepared to figure it out) "Men are to be flirted with and given sex for advancement, not for love." These thoughts shot through Briana's mind, backed by some programming that would not allow her to sink her company.
"Ham! Let's not be so formal!" She grabbed his hand and used it like a pulley, dragging herself closer to him, giving him a one-armed hug, a full view of her chest and a perfect feel just over his heart of the firmness provided by Boston's best plastic surgeon. Mason was taken back, at first, then became a little skeptical, thinking all of Briana's actions had to be planned to take him off course, he would not be taken in. He had come here today to tell Briana to have her people back off and leave his company alone -- there would be no sell and a hostile takeover would happen over his dead body.
However, as Briana shook hands and hugged all the members of his party, male and female, in full body hugs, he couldn't help letting his eyes fall to her curvy ass. Was that a garter he spotted just under her short skirt? The thought had barely passed when Briana took his arm and asked him to "escort" her to their conference room. Surprisingly, the tension that had been expected in this meeting was broken by Briana's informal behavior and her staff smiled to themselves at her "bimbo brilliance". The presentation was long and boring, Briana wanted to bolt the room and go do something else. But somehow she had plugged through her portions and had sat right next to Ham and been attentive to his every need during the long discussions. She was tingling a little as she noticed on a regular basis that he couldn't keep his eyes off of her, especially when she leaned into him or crossed her legs to show him the top her stockings...
Soon, the negotiations began, negotiations "Ham" never intended to allow to occur, going well into the night. Everyone was tired and frustrated and Briana noted much of the contention was coming from around the table, not between her and Ham. "Let's take a break," Briana interrupted, "Ham, come up to my office for a quick drink and a breathtaking view of the city." She grabbed his hand and led him out of the conference room to her private elevator before any of his people could intercede.
"Oh god it is so hot in there," said Briana as she removed her jacket. She dared not look at Mr. Mason, but her pussy was tingling as she could feel him fight off a heart attack at the view he now had of her chest and navel. Briana went for the kill and she turned to look directly into his now-ashen face. "Ham, one thing my late husband taught me is when to work and when to enjoy myself, I'm not enjoying myself right now," she leaned in, her face inches from his, her pussy moaning for attention as his helpless eyes fell again on her chest and widened as he the vest pulled apart from her chest, exposing the pasties that caused her orgasm so long ago earlier in the morning.
"What do you say, Ham," placing her hand on his shoulder, "Can we get this done and start mixing a little 'pleasure' with this 'business'?" Mason literally couldn't answer and was relieved to hear the tone of the elevator bell signaling the opening of the door. "Ham' wiped his brow with his old school handkerchief as he watched Briana's exaggerated walk sway back and forth swiftly to her office, throwing open the doors.
At the same time, Briana may have looked calm, cool and collected on the outside, she was a mass of emotions churning on the inside. Every nerve of her body was at full power, making it difficult for her to make any move without causing a twitch in her private parts. The training from her masseuese was taking full effect causing each twitch to create a struggle for maintaining Briana's senses and her silence as she wanted to squeal in pleasure. In some ways, she was not just a robot, programmed to respond in this way, but the training was mixing with her brain power and she saw how her urges were putting this poor man directly in her cross hairs.
This man, a feared business man not much younger than her late husband, was totally knocked off his game by his lust for her. Her Matszuka-trained mind and libido were excited in every way, she wanted his attention on her sexy body, she wanted to win for her business and she wanted him to fuck her in her office right now. Briana saw the Penthouse pictures in her head, sexy girls, exuding sex. And once again, the face was Briana. She quickly hit her personal lock on the office elevator and now the door, presumably holding Ham's staff members behind it, would not open on her office floor.
"Scotch, Ham?" sang Briana as she spun around, revealing her sexy silk garters. "Uh yes, please, Mrs. Er -- uh, Janzen." Ham stammered, sitting on the couch as Briana motioned him to.
"Here you go, sweetie," said Briana, as she leaned over to hand him the drink, showing off her breasts before eventually plopping down beside the elderly gentleman, much closer than is culturally allowable.
"Miss, er- Mrs. Janzen..."
