'So what's Mr Frederickson like?' Margaret asked the receptionist. The woman was smartly dressed and handled herself with unusual professionalism, so Margaret didn't expect much of use to be revealed.
'He's a nice man, at least as far as a purchasing CEO goes,' she dryly commented.
There wasn't much to lose if she shocked the woman. 'Is he a leg, or breast man?' Margaret cheekily asked.
The receptionist gave her an old fashioned stare, then relented. 'You two should have an advantage,' she drily answered.
The woman wasn't referring to Margaret and her assistant, so the message was clear enough. Margaret gave her a wiry grin of thanks. As usual the client kept them waiting in a meeting room, which gave Margaret a chance to brief her assistant.
Jane knew the routine by now, becoming practised at arranging her clothing to accidently malfunction. The cotton holding on a button would be almost cut through, so with a discreet tug, it would ping across the desk at a client revealing her bra. Failing panties, zips, buttons, stockings, and the rest of her business clothing had been modified at one time or another. Showing off her body to clients had become a pleasurable game, especially when compared to more embarrassing episodes. Fortunately Margaret hadn't given her to a client for some time.
Robert was unimpressed with the figures, at least the ones on paper. Noticing his discreet looks at her bust, Margaret decided to act. It was all or nothing time.
'Let's take a closer look at the figures, see if we can work out something. I'm sure there's room to manoeuvre,' Margaret suggested.
With a wink at Jane, they moved around the desk, to sit either side of Robert. Out of view of the client they both tweaked a blouse button loose. Margaret was showing off her skill to Jane, though the student had surpassed the tutor.
Both women sat either side of the guy, pressing close. Leaning forward over the paperwork, her soft breasts rubbed his hand. Margaret had broken the air-conditioning control, though a slight line of perspiration on his brow was something other than a warm room.
Margaret upped the ante by inconspicuously loosening another button. Jane flapped her loose blouse at the back, saying she was hot, pulling it tight against both nipples.
Turning to Robert, Margaret asked, 'What do you think? Do you like them?'
Robert tried not to look into her cleavage, yet again. 'Yea, sure, they're nice, I mean the figures are interesting,' he blustered.
'We could rearrange things like this,' Margaret pointed out a total, by stretching across him. 'I do hope you like our figures, Robert. Could you handle them alright?' she asked. He wasn't going to answer, while lost in a deep cleavage. Pushing her shoulders back, thrusting her beasts out, she added, 'You could juggle them around a bit, if you like,' Margaret suggested.
Not wanting to be outdone, Jane piped up, 'We could lower the costs here. Would you like to see mine, sir.' Jane said, to gain his attention.
A push of a firm breast against his bare arm got the attention she wanted. He turned to Jane for a view of an equally substantial pair of breasts.
'We want you to be pleased with our figures, sir. You'll find we are very willing for you to play with them,' Jane breathed over him, while thrusting her chest out. She was absently tapping with a pencil a firm mound, tightly cupped in the blouse. She innocently said, 'I could work these out just for you, sir. I'm sure you will be pleased with them, laid out before you. We both want to please you, sir. You just have to tell us you want them, and they're all yours. It'll be our pleasure to satisfy you sir.'
Jane smiled at him with eyes wide, glinting brightly. His face was a picture of delight. He beamed back at her with a look of bewilderment. He didn't know what to say. Not wanting to break the spell that had two attractive women unintentionally offering themselves to him, he kept quiet. Trying to look as though he was considering the proposal, his head nodded, while the eyes were deep into a cleavage.
Margaret thought her assistant was going too far with the innuendo, especially as she didn't have much information on Robert. If he started wanting more, that could be arranged. What would be a disaster, is if he got all prissy and huffy with them.
'Well what do you think, sir,' Jane concluded.
As she uttered the words, she sat back with both arms raised, as if to say - its decision time. At that moment a button popped from the blouse, to land in his lap.
Robert looked at a nice pair of tits balancing on top of a corset. His eyes protruded out of their sockets, ready to caress the warm, soft flesh. Both nipples were presenting themselves at attention. He breathed out a puff of air, tickling her nipples. He watched them grow to an impressive size.
As though she had suddenly awoken from a nightmare of embarrassment, Jane arched her back as though trying to escape him, with both arms stretched wide above her head.
'Oh! My God!' she dramatically exclaimed. With her breasts forced out, the nipples popped over the edge. She covered her face with both hands, and mumbled an apology. She leaned forward, and delved into his lap.
'Sorry, sir, I need the brooch,' she murmured, as though it were an adequate explanation. He lifted himself up as she rummaged around. Managing to press a hand against his penis tenting his trousers, she also found the jewellery. Of course, the brooch was already in her hand before searching for it between his legs. Trying to pin her blouse together was a difficult task.
'You shouldn't have done that, Jane! Robert was capable of finding it for you!' Margaret scolded her assistant. She waited until it was all over before saying anything.
'That's alright, Jane was embarrassed, she just reacted,' he smiled at her.
'Could you?' Jane asked, indicating the brooch with wide open eyes, looking so very innocent and needy.
Shaky hands nervously brushed the soft skin, even contriving to rub a nipple. Eventually he clasped the blouse together, and reluctantly sat back to admire his handy work.
Margaret and Jane dare not even glance at each other as they walked from the office building. They were driving from the car park when they burst out laughing. Clear of the office building they were at last able to let off steam. The poor client had been wound up by them both, until he willingly signed whatever was put in front of him.
A few weeks passed with nothing untoward occurring. Jane settled into her new jobs, as an occasional assistant, live-in maid, and the son's plaything. Everything had become routine, even the sex. Though she still jumped with excitement, when the alarm clock went off, summoning her to Mark's bed. The alarm hand had been removed, so she didn't know at what time it was set. It was worse when he set it late, as the sexual tension had her more desperate by the minute. As soon as the damn thing buzzed, she behaved like one of Pavlov's dogs, becoming wet with the anticipation of her cunt being fed. She would scamper off to his bed, ready for anything he desired. Not that she had much choice.
Jane was waiting upon her mistress for instructions, as usual she was daydreaming.
'What are you waiting for, maid?' Margaret absently asked.
'Do you want lunch now, ma'am,' Jane asked.
'Mmm? No, not just yet. You had best take a look at this first. After paying the mortgage balance and legal fees, there isn't much left. Mark has deposited everything into a bank account, with instructions to pay Louis's tuition fees. An amount will also be transferred to Louis' account each month as an allowance,' Margaret said, while pointing to each piece of paper in turn.
Jane was mesmerised by the figures, which didn't mean much to her. So used to having her affairs decided upon by Margaret, and in the past by her husband, she accepted it without question.
'Thank you, ma'am,' she automatically said.
'You can fix lunch now, maid,' Margaret brusquely said.
In the kitchen, Jane's thoughts caught up with the implications of what she had been told. Her wages as Margaret's maid, and assistant, were paid into the account. What was left of the insurance payout would soon be gone, and her pay was inadequate to cover next years' tuition fees, as well as Louis's allowance.
She received a bonus when giving something special to a client, which would help boost the account. Jane deeply sighed. There was no other way of looking at it. She was being paid to have sex with strangers. It looked as though she would have to ask Margaret if she could whore more often. It looked like the only way to get Louis through college.
The thought of Mark controlling her finances was off putting. What would he think of her when bonuses were added to her several times a week? What would Louise think if she found out her mother was whoring to put her through college?
'Fuck it! I don't care anymore!' she exclaimed to herself.
Between the two of them she was cosseted, and well looked after in all aspects of her life. Her money, food, lodging, clothes, and even her sex life, was all taken care of. She had made a mess of things before living here, so she began to look at it as being looked after, rather than being controlled.
In the morning Margaret made sure she took the pill, and was instructed in detail on her duties as a maid. When acting as an assistant Margaret arranged with whom she would have a sexual adventure. At night Mark determined at what time she would go to his room to play his sex games. Once there he would tell her what she had to perform, for his satisfaction.
'That was good! Didn't realise how hungry I was. Thank you, maid,' Margaret complimented her.
'You're welcome, ma'am,' Jane gratefully acknowledged.
While Margaret was in a good mood, she angled for some help.
'What is it, Maid? Don't hop from foot to foot, just come out with it,' Margaret said, with exasperation.
Margaret was trying to compose a notice for an upcoming event. Both business and charity would be combined. The local cancer trust would gain needed funds, and she would gain good will from invited clients. Maybe even a new client might be added to the growing list.
