Yasmin was confident alright, too self assured I thought as she addressed her Board of Directors, a slender hand waving confidently across the chart projected onto the wall behind her. They were suitably impressed and why would they not be?
As Chief Executive Officer for the ever expanding cosmetic corporation she had every reason to be full of herself, she had fought her way from the bottom to get to where she was now and every guy in that room was under her spell. Beautiful, pretty, gorgeous, those words didn't do justice to her.
She shook back her almost waist length blonde hair, tumbling like a raging waterfall down the back of her midnight blue business suit, a tight skirt highlighting her curves finishing just above her knees. The jacket was obviously expertly tailored to fit her exclusively, enhancing her shoulders and complimenting her very ample breasts, seemingly impatient to get out from the tight restraints of its buttons. A crisp cream blouse with just the right amount of embroidery gave her the air of a powerful woman, which indeed she is.
Summing up her pitch, her heels click-clacked on the hard floor as she used the entire space to her advantage, pencil thin and at least five inches high with the trademark red soles of Christian Louboutin. Her tanned dancer's legs tapered into them making my cock strain against my thigh. I was definitely not alone in wanting to spread her across that huge table and fuck the hell out of her, but I was definitely the only one with the power to do it!
*****
'Very good presentation Miss Lamour,' I complimented over the post meeting coffee.
'Yasmin please,' she enthused holding out her shapely hand. I took it and shook it gently admiring the length of her manicured nails and the polish exactly matching her business suit. Her fingers were long and very thin, silky to the touch and my cock responded with a renewed surge upwards at the thought of her hand around it. Now it was my turn to be confident, she would be holding my cock in that delicate hand of hers within the next two hours even though she didn't know it.
'Did your office send over the signed contract?' she enquired.
'No,' I said probably a little too abruptly, her pretty face furrowed a little. 'I have it with me,' I added, she relaxed, 'but I haven't signed it yet.' Her face furrowed once again.
'Is there a problem?' she asked directly. My cock hardened almost to its full extent at her obvious discomfort.
'Nothing that can't be sorted,' I assured her.
'Would you like to meet in my office tomorrow?' Her voice betrayed her nervousness.
'No,' I said decisively, 'in my room tonight, let us say in about an hour. Room 501.'
'I'm sorry,' she said quickly. I didn't know if that was a refusal or a quest for me to repeat it. 'I don't think that would be very appropriate,' she said with some finality.
'I think it would be very appropriate,' I responded. 'It has a very nice bed.' Her face once again betrayed her outward confidence, fear building inside her. I knew that without my contract in the bag her job was almost certainly down the drain and probably the company with it. 'I have a contract and I have a pen, and then I have a cock! You will have to persuade my cock to make me sign it,' I said evenly and very confidently. 'You obviously have all the skills required to get me to do it.'
Yasmin's face paled. 'I thought we had an agreement,' she stammered, 'why else would I have presented it to the Board. Surely there can be no going back?'
I studied the young woman, barely thirty yet so full of herself and aloof in her manner, it almost annoyed me but that was partly her charm. 'I thought it odd that you should announce something that had yet to be signed,' I said knowing I had the upper hand now. 'What will happen if I take our business to your competitor? I do have the power to do that and we have had a good response from them.'
She paled even more then ushered me to one side by my arm, looking around her for anyone listening among the crowd. 'Please Mr Brown,' she gushed, 'we have had such a long relationship with your company, surely you wouldn't tamper with such a tried and tested business such as ours.'
'Oh, please call me Bob,' I enthused. 'I think it more appropriate to be on first name terms when you come to my room to, shall we say 'convince' me to sign.'
Her face was aghast and who would blame her. She was the epitome of beauty, tall, blonde and nicely tanned with magical legs and fantastic breasts together with a very pretty face and high cheek-bones. Me on the other hand; well I am fat, fifty and almost bald! When it comes to women they usually give me a very wide berth.
'Will it really be possible for me to get your signed contract ... Bob?' She asked earnestly. I nodded. 'Did you say room 501?' I nodded again. 'I'll be there in one hour.'
With that she turned on her spiked heel and was gone, back into the crowd as if nothing was unusual. I left in a hurry, trying to hide the huge bulge raging in the front of my trousers!
*****
I had showered and shaved inside thirty minutes and practically soaked myself in cologne before resting uneasily on the bed to wait. My cock had developed a permanent hard-on that was impossible to hide beneath the bathrobe so I spent the time imagining the pleasures that lay in store for it. I may be too fat and too old and not particularly good looking, but one thing I do have is an enormous cock!
There would be plenty enough for her, bordering on ten-inches fully hard and as thick as a good sized cucumber I reckoned it would probably be the biggest Yasmin had encountered. The all too infrequent women who had enjoyed it over the years had all remarked on its size, and ability, so I was confident in my capacity to satisfy her, but would she really come?
Knock ... knock! My cock reared out from the opening in the robe at the tiny sound. I sprung off the bed and swung the door open, Yasmin stood resplendent in the corridor. I didn't speak as I ushered her in and closed the door behind her.
'I really need this contract, Bob,' she said almost hysterically without any preamble. 'You know my job depends on it.'
I was still trying to get my breath back, her heady perfume had filled the room and the sight of her magnificent figure in my bedroom was beyond my wildest dreams.
'You will get the contract,' I assured her. 'But you will have to work for it.'
'I know what you want,' she said curtly.
