THE BOSS’S SLUT 8: Client Meeting

PART III: RELEASE THE SLUT

CHAPTER EIGHT: CLIENT MEETING

I got another very familiar request to see Mr. Woodburn in his office. The request is always cryptic and vague. I, of course, know what will probably transpire. The meeting with him may be about some business issue regarding a client, present or potential, or a current account issue. Or, the meeting might only be that he wants to see me because that is what will always be a significant part of any meeting in his office … seeing me. And very often … a lot more.

As I approached his office door at the appointed time, I saw it open and Director Mary Borden exiting with a final ‘thank you’ spoken back into the office. As she turned, “Miss James, just wanted to say you did a marvelous job presenting your account strategy last week at the Board Meeting. I also wanted to let your boss know how I felt.” She glanced at Trudy who was watching the exchange closely but discretely. The Director winked at me, “And, I look forward to seeing you, again.” I was blushing and I knew it and I knew Trudy would be picking up on it, too.

“Thank you, Ms. Borden. It was my pleasure to be at the service of the Board.” I figured I might as well add my own piece of a double meaning to the discussion. This time it was she who blushed under her white blouse.

I winked back at her and put my hand on the doorknob while glancing at Trudy who was gazing with interest back and forth between me and the retreating Director.

Inside the office, I strip out of my business suit. The jacket, blouse, and skirt finding themselves placed on the clothes tree at the side of the office before I took my place again in from of Mr. Woodburn in my jewelry, thigh-high stockings, and heels. I was getting to the point of enjoying this nudity in the office as much as he was in having me do it. The idea of being naked in the office was a huge turn-on. And, I knew what it did to him and I was always assured of sucking his marvelous cock or being fucked in one of my holes by it.

After I sat, again exaggerating my motion as I crossed my legs, he described the conversation with Mary Borden. He found it quite interesting. On the one hand, he was intrigued and pleased, but on the other hand, he was concerned. She made small talk with business and the accounts we had outlined to the Board. He chuckled.

“Imagine … she was using business for small talk to get around to what she wanted to talk about.”

She confessed to her enjoyment of both what happened at the Board Meeting and at the dinner afterward. She was most interested in the dog fucking. She hadn’t remembered being so turned on by a single act. She then went on to inform him that she had approached me about meeting outside of the office and business.

I relayed to him what had transpired between us that night and how I had approached her outside the house. When she had called the other night, I had the sense I was being asked out on a date, but one that would be free of emotional entanglements. My thoughts were that our activity had opened in her a renewed desire for fulfilling sexual contact and I might be a safe place to find it.

He was watching me intently, then, “I told her she didn’t need to pass this by me. You are both adults and can establish whatever relationships you mutually seek.”

“I told her the same thing. I’m surprised she came to you.”

He shrugged, “It could simply be that business relationships are complex with layers of hierarchy, responsibility, friendships, etc. I suspect it was merely giving me the respect that she contacted my employee directly so there wouldn’t be misunderstandings.” He gazed at my breasts, but this time I didn’t think he was seeing them as much as his eyes settled on them as he thought something over. “It opens up a concern I do have, though.” I raised my eyebrows for him to continue. “I wouldn’t want the Board to think they can just contact you for a night or moment of sexual relief.”

“Thank you, Sir. I was concerned about her comfort with what happened after the dinner and so I reached out to her.” I giggled, “After everything that had happened she thought it was outrageous that I was naked in the driveway in front.” He smiled, too. Probably wishing he had seen that himself. “I guess I kind of opened the door for her to contact me if she wanted.” He nodded. He understood and it wasn’t any of his business except the concern he felt. I thanked him for that. I smiled at him and would have attacked him right there for his concern and care he has shown me while at the same time having me as his slut. I might have, but … his phone beeped.

He listened a moment, then, “Thank you, Trudy.” He looked at me with a smile. “Tell her we need two minutes.” Turning his full attention to me, “Mary is back. The delay will allow Trudy to believe you are getting dressed.”

“You want her to see our arrangement?” Then I shrugged. She was one of the Directors on his Board and the past meetings probably wouldn’t have any of them surprised by anything, any longer.

When he stood to open the door for her personally, I was surprised by his mischievous nature coming out. I was also surprised by her calmness as she stepped into the office. She looked at me still in the chair, but she spoke loudly enough for Trudy to overhear as the door closed, “Sorry for the interruption, Miss James.”

Once she was seated in the chair next to me, she gazed at my naked body. “I had a feeling you two had something like this going on and I had to see for myself.”

Mr. Woodburn described our office arrangement. She was delighted. “You are such a sexy woman, Tina. I can’t wait for tonight.” She rose from the chair, bent over me and kissed me on the lips of my upturned, expectant face. She then winked at Mr. Woodburn as she moved to the door. With her hand on the knob, “I will leave you to continue with what I am sure is quite erotic.” She was smiling as she walked out. I was imagining what our dinner date tonight would be like and I had a strong sense it would end up at my condo.

Mr. Woodburn got my attention back from my musing.

“Believe it or not, my dear slut, that was not the reason for asking you to come up to my office. I just thought it would be fun.” I refocused on him and was fully aware that my entire body was tingling, my nipples fully erect, and my pussy very well lubricated. I needed a good fucking and I hoped that would be coming after whatever he really wanted to talk to me about.

He told me we had an important client coming in for a meeting tomorrow. The meeting was scheduled for our smaller conference tomorrow after and then dinner with them that night. I nodded my understanding, but he continued to watch me.

“It will be Harold Tenor. Harold is President of …”

“Tenor Industries. A large manufacturer of various home products. The firm is just completing a major upgrade and expansion of one of their facilities.” Mr. Woodburn nodded. I chuckled at his surprised look. “Sorry, I was just reviewing with an associate the status of the account since it had reached completion phase.”

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I stepped through the door into the conference room across from Mr. Woodburn’s office. I was preoccupied with another issue my team brought up as I was heading for the elevator. I was surprised to find two men with Mr. Woodburn rather than just the one.

As I approached the conference table, Mr. Woodburn motioned to the man who even looked to be the senior. “Miss James, meet Harold Tenor, President of …”

I jump in as I did the day before, “Tenor Industries. You’re a large manufacturer of various home products. Your firm is just completing a major upgrade and expansion of one of your facilities.”

Mr. Woodburn introduced the other man as Henry Wilson, the CFO of the company. Interesting, both the President and CFO in our conference room. This must be big. After the introductions there were normal moments of small talk as we appraised each other, something is almost a ritual in these business situations as though we were sizing up a physical adversary. In my normal attire for Mr. Woodburn, I had the sense that more of their appraisal might be more my physical impression than any business sense. And, there was nothing wrong with that. It might give us some edge along the way. Harold Tenor was a stout man, well-dressed in a finely tailored three-piece suit. He was maybe early 60’s, balding on top, his hair was becoming quite gray on the sides. He wasn’t much taller than me but weighed considerably more. Henry Wilson was about a decade younger with a full head of hair, which was streaked with gray. His dress wasn’t quite as finely tailored and looked like he had been in it for a while. He was taller and soft.

Mr. Woodburn took over. “I’ve asked Miss James to join us because she is now the primary control of accounts like yours, Harold. As my Executive Accounts Director, I am able to keep these special accounts close to my control.” It was clear these men had at least a good, trusting working relationship.