THE BOSS’S SLUT 5: Board of Directors Meeting

CHAPTER FIVE: BOARD OF DIRECTORS MEETING

“Ah, my favorite Accounts team.”

My team consisting solely of me and the two Account Specialists I recruited from the 2nd floor were seated around the small conference table in my new office. It had been a little more than two weeks since I had moved into my new office and condo; the same two weeks since spending the memorable weekend at the Woodburn’s.

Mr. Woodburn stood in the open door. It was not a common occurrence to find him venturing out of the sanctuary of the 11th floor. Since taking this position, I had used it to encourage him in certain matters and his visibility with the employees was one of those matters. He considered himself the kind of senior manager that allowed managers down the line the freedom of management without interference and suggested to me that Trudy and I were the exceptions where he applied a more ‘hands-on’ approach. That, of course, warranted a groan from me. I still suggested that it would be good for employees to see his presence in their work areas as symbolic of his interest in them.

He was making his rounds periodically, but I still sensed he stopped in our area more frequently as a more familiar group to him. It was always strange to me to have him stop by my office or our area to talk. I had been conditioned that when I met with him I would undress. I wondered if he felt the same turmoil when he came to my office and I didn’t move to take off my outfit. That question would be answered when he mentioned that he would like to see me in his office before the end of work today.

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“Hi Trudy, I hope he is still here. My day suddenly got very busy and he didn’t give me a particular time to meet, just by the end of the day.” Trudy was just gathering her items and shutting down her computer. “And … how’s Adam? Are you going to introduce me sometime?”

She chuckled, “Introduced him to YOU?!? Do you think I am out of my mind?” She winked at me and said he was good … very good … and we should get together some night for dinner since we were in the same building. Then, “Yes, the man’s still here. He’s been busy, too. Some important business dinner. He’s had me arranging for a catered dinner. Maybe that’s what he wants to talk to you about.” She shrugged her shoulders. Apparently, she didn’t have too many details, yet. That usually meant it was still in flux. Trudy always knew the details. She winked at me as she gathered up her purse and shoulder bag, “Hadn’t seen you in there today. Working late tonight?”

I smiled at the implication and raised my eyebrows, “You know him … work, work, work.” She laughed and I knocked on the door.

“Sorry, it took me so long, Sir. The day got busy …” I was walking deliberately, as always, to the spot between the two guest chairs in front of his desk. I was already reaching behind my neck to unclasp and unzip the dress. We had already made another modification to my dress code to include a little more cleavage besides the short hem. Both might be pushing the boundaries of normal business decorum, but since I reported only to Mr. Woodburn, and it was at his direction, nobody else dared object.

He smiled as he leaned back in his chair to watch. Something else that always happened. He was, also, almost always quiet as I removed my clothes and waited for his gesture to sit in one of the chairs. This time was different, though.

“Tina, your influence on my wife has been fun for us. Tell me honestly, did we overstep the bounds by involving you in our personal lives?”

I was standing before him in stockings, heels, and jewelry. He motioned for me to sit, which I did. I took the opportunity to flash him slowly, something I had decided to add to our ritual, by exaggerating the motion of crossing my legs by spreading them a bit more than necessary in the process. Now, I could count on his eyes glued to my exposed pussy as I took my seat. Now, I was not merely reacting to his directed needs but devising my own ways of enticing and teasing him myself. The slut inside me was taking a firm hold on me.

“Sir, I agreed to be your personal slut. True, it had implications of being used for the firm in dealing with clients, but, from the beginning, I had no misconceptions that this was anything but very personal for you. In a very real way, adding control to your wife could be considered a natural extension of yours. I am pleased to serve both of you and more pleased if it adds to your relationship with her.”

He smiled. “She’ll be glad to hear that. She is still a bit intimidated to experience the dogs by herself.”

I felt a tingle at the memory of that weekend when we both discovered the unique pleasures of canine sex. “I will give her a call, Sir. Perhaps she will again share one of them with me.”

“I think you can count on it. I think she is fully capable of taking the dogs solo, she much prefers your company.” I smiled. The tingling increased. So nice when a slut is appreciated. “Now, the reason for wanting to talk to you …”

I pouted playfully, “Work?”

He laughed. “Yes, my dear slut, we do first work for the firm.” He laughed, again, at my playfulness and did not miss when I changed legs being crossed. I knew my nipples were already hard and I could feel the slickness between my legs. He put both hands on the surface of the desk in mock sternness, “Do I need to fuck you, slut, so we can devote just a little time to business?” I replied with another pout but neither of us could hold the acting very long before we were laughing.

“As I told you, the Board approved the creation of your position and ‘unofficially’ approved the application of the slut aspect. Everyone is very conscious of the potential legal issues surrounding an implication of sexual harassment or, worse, assault. They are trusting us, especially me, to use the highest judgment for its use. Several members of the Board have reached out to me for a … presentation, maybe we could say regarding the Executive Accounts and how you, as a slut, might be applied. I anticipate question after the presentation and perhaps some challenge to gage our commitment.”

My nipples became harder. “Sex with the Board, Sir?