She'd always been a pretty girl; has been used to men looking at her since she was 13 and her breasts began to grow. Her breasts are obvious – impossible to ignore – large for her slim frame, and firm with it.
They're the first thing people notice about her, and since she has always been a sensual person, enjoying her body; the pleasure it can give and receive. She has happily learned to dress to advantage, although nothing too tarty. And she's always liked strong, decisive men.
None of this is extraordinary, or interesting, until something happens that pushes her out of the ordinary. She's always been quite ordinary – decent grades at school, but not spectacular; stayed on for A levels , but didn't go to university; neither the most popular girl, nor an outcast, just one of the girls.
After school she got a decent job as a trainee legal secretary with a local firm, and did all the things young people do - went to dances, went on holidays, had various boyfriends. She was happy enough, but somehow, things always seemed a little pointless - the job dull, the boys shallow, unexciting.
Then something happened. She went down to London, sent by the firm, to an industry trade show – she was doing well with her training and they sent her for a bit of a reward. She was approached by a woman – a very well dressed, well spoken, discreetly glamorous woman, from some sort of exclusive recruitment agency; a very impressive personality.
She didn't have any specific job in mind, she said, but based on CV and general presentation, Chloe could easily double her money if she were to come to London. She gave Chloe her card. C shook her head; "No; sorry, not sure", and anyway, she had a new boyfriend at home. The woman, M, asked could C meet her later at a bar, to meet her colleague, and C said 'Why not?' – M was full of interesting information – much more informative than the seminars at the conference, and C was tired of walking round trade stands.
M came with a colleague, D - an olive skinned woman, very severely elegant (M was blonde). They were both very friendly, in a measured, slightly mocking way – C didn't mind; she was flattered that they would talk to her at all – and they really knew their stuff.
After a while they said 'enough shop talk', and asked about C, her home life. All very friendly, taking a polite interest . They paid her many compliments on her appearance, her body. It was all done in a woman-to woman sort of way, though, so although C was a little embarrassed at their frankness about her breasts, her lips, her arse, she did feel pleased and proud, in a foolish way. She was very young – still only 21.
They began talking about how well C could do – not pushy, more compliments really, but they did have a direction. They were talking about how simple men are, how a pretty girl can get a long way, if she has the ability as well. C supposes now that they wanted to see if she froze up at that point. Quite the opposite – she got a slight feeling that they might be interested in her themselves. She was flattered, a little drunk, and in a public place – with no fear that anything really bad could happen, so she giggled, let them see in her eyes she was interested.
They began to give her specific advice about clothes, tricks with the body, to distract a man, fill his head with thoughts of sex. It was all good fun, C was giggling, even as she was blushing – they of course, were cool as cucumbers, watching her. Chloe sort of knew she was being played. But she was liking it a great deal, liking their eyes on her, liking it that such successful women were paying her so much attention.
She even put on a bit of a show for them, tried out little walks up and down the bar, giggling, but knowing that they [and others in the bar] were enjoying seeing her display herself. When they announced they had to go, C was crestfallen; it shocked her how strongly she felt about it. They said their goodbyes, reminded C that she had their card, smiled cool smiles and left.
After a few seconds, she suddenly felt that if she let this chance pass, she would regret it all her life. She jumped up, ran down the street after them;
"Er, Hi! Again! .. Umm";
They turned, smiling, puzzled; now she was so embarrassed she couldn't speak.
"What is it dear?" said the blonde (M...)
"Umm, well, I .. Er .. Well I'm here in London on my own, and my train isn't until 10 tomorrow, and I wondered .. ", now she began to think the whole thing was a disaster.
But they knew what she meant. M laughed in a slightly patronising way - but Chloe accepted it, somehow, as appropriate;
"Well, we're off to another meeting actually, with a client, which might go on late; I'm not sure that's what you would really want to do on a rare evening in London."
She hadn't said C couldn't go. Risking a put down, she said;
"I could do some of those things you told me, and distract him!"; meaning it only partially as a joke, but still taken aback when D, who spoke less often, and who was more serious, did something quite powerful.
She put out a finger and lifted C's chin: "You want to be careful, pretty Chloe, you might get into deep waters." She smiled at the girl, but there was a challenge in her eyes; 'are you really up for this?'.
A sudden rush of daring came over Chloe. These women were quite realistic about a sort of sexual currency in business dealings. She giggled a bit, and then a small, nervous, but sincere voice, which she realised was hers, said;
"If I fancy him, I might not mind."
She was blushing crazily. She had as good as told them she would fuck their client if they took her with them. Of course it all sounded like joking, but D's eyes were locked onto hers, and she could see that C meant it. And somehow, she did. C liked the idea of these two knowing she would let a stranger fuck her for the sake of their attention.
D's smile relaxed a little, and something changed in her attitude toward C. She ceased to act as if she was interested in Chloe's feelings from that instant onward, revealed her cool and calculating self. She began a slow, almost offensively direct survey of C's body, as if looking over a horse. C is a little surprised, then shocking herself, realises she is pleased - somehow this means they are taking her seriously, and she finds she desperately wants to be taken seriously. She finds herself shifting to stand more prettily, and waited until D's eyes met hers again, nervous now, but wanting her to see that she was game, trembling, she feels her nipples stiff. She is excited, and frightened, but knows she is going to go through with whatever comes with this glorious attention from these increasingly fascinating, masterful creatures.
M stepped closer, and claimed C's attention; her voice was soft, almost concerned; "You know, D is right. You don't really know what you're saying. The man we're going to see...
" "Please, please, let me come with you – I'll be helpful, I promise – my shorthand is good, and I won't say a word!"
There was a short silence. M and D exchanged glances. D looked at Chloe, back at M, and nodded.
It was M's turn to do the controlling thing with her finger under C's chin.
"Very well. You may accompany us. It goes like this; the man we are visiting has very strict dress codes for young female staff. We will need to go and buy you a shorter skirt, some higher heeled shoes and some hold up stockings. I think the blouse will do if we cut off two or three buttons, and you won't need your panties. You will not speak. Shorthand will not be required. You will meet his eyes only briefly when you are introduced or if he addresses a direct question to you – your eyes will be lowered the rest of the time. Don't try any of the moves we mentioned. Concentrate on walking elegantly and keeping your thighs apart and your hands by your sides or behind you back. If are successful in 'distracting him' it is likely that he will use either your mouth or your pussy, possibly your ass."
