Hard Negotiations

As you re-enter the conference room, the atmosphere shifts immediately. Victoria’s eyes light up with a mix of amusement and anticipation, her gaze flicking down to the coffee cup in your hand before settling back on your face. “Well, look at you, back in one piece!” she teases, her voice smooth and slightly mocking. “How was the little tour of our office?”

You hand her the coffee, trying to maintain your composure despite the lingering adrenaline coursing through you. “Here’s your favorite coffee,” you manage, noticing the gleam of satisfaction in her eyes as she takes the cup from you.

Victoria lifts the cup to her lips, but instead of drinking right away, she pauses. She takes a deep breath, inhaling the aroma as if savoring the moment. Her eyes never leave yours as she slowly sips the coffee, her expression one of exaggerated delight. “Mmm, just how I like it,” she murmurs, dragging out each word. “So rich, so... full-bodied.”

The way she speaks makes your pulse quicken, and it’s clear she’s playing with you, enjoying the power she has over the situation. Sandy, standing beside you, watches with a smirk, clearly entertained by the show Victoria is putting on.

Victoria takes another long, deliberate sip, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “You know,” she says slowly, “I usually like my coffee without any cream, just black, but today...” She pauses, letting the implication hang in the air as her gaze drops to your cock. “Today, I think I’d like a little cream.”

Her words are like a jolt of electricity, and you can’t mistake the innuendo. The playful glint in her eyes tells you she’s serious, and without a word, you begin to stroke yourself. The sensation is intense, your arousal already heightened from the ordeal you’ve just endured.

Victoria watches intently, her eyes fixed on your hand as it moves up and down your shaft. “That’s right,” she purrs, her voice low and seductive. “Let’s see if you can give me exactly what I want.”

The room feels charged with anticipation as you continue, the tension almost unbearable. Just as you feel yourself getting close, your body tensing in preparation for release, Victoria suddenly laughs. With a quick motion, she pulls her cup away, leaving you on the edge. “Stop,” she commands, her tone firm but playful. “I’ve changed my mind.”

Frustration courses through you, your hand falling to your side as you try to steady your breathing. Victoria grins, clearly enjoying your discomfort. She takes her time placing the coffee cup back on the table, her movements slow and deliberate. Then, she rises from her chair, strolling to the other side of the room as if she has all the time in the world.

She finally reaches a drawer, opening it with exaggerated slowness, all the while keeping her eyes on you. She pulls out a pen and the contract, walking back to her seat with the same measured pace, making sure you feel every second of the wait.

Sandy stands by, her amusement barely contained as she watches the scene unfold. Victoria sits back down, placing the contract in front of her and holding the pen poised above it. Just as you think the ordeal is over, she pauses, the pen hovering inches above the paper.

As Victoria holds the pen above the contract, a thoughtful expression crosses her face, and she slowly lowers the pen, letting out a soft sigh. "You know, John," she begins, her voice laced with a teasing edge, "there’s just one more thing we need to discuss before I sign this."

You feel your stomach tighten in anticipation, wondering what else she could possibly ask for. “What kind of condition?” you ask cautiously, your heart pounding in your chest.

Victoria leans back in her chair, her gaze shifting to your erect cock with a deliberate slowness that makes your pulse quicken. “MedInnovate is about to launch a new sexual wellness line aimed at couples,” she says, her voice dripping with seduction. “And we need models for the product line. Now, here’s the thing...”

She pauses, letting her words hang in the air before continuing. “We all know that women often make the buying decisions when it comes to couples’ products. And today, we’ve had an impromptu focus group right here in this office,” she says, glancing over at Sandy with a knowing smile. “The feedback was overwhelmingly positive—women seem to have a particular... fondness for your cock.”

Sandy can’t help but giggle, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’ve got quite the reputation, John. I mean, just look at how you’ve got everyone wrapped around your... well, you know.”

Victoria smirks, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and dominance. “And let’s not forget the website that’s been gaining quite the following thanks to your... talents. So, I’m offering you the opportunity to become the face—or rather, the cock—of our new product line. Your modeling assignment will involve everything from demonstrating our new couples' products in promotional videos to posing for intimate photoshoots that highlight the 'effects' of our line. You’ll be the centerpiece of our campaign, showing just how effective our products can be—up close and personal.”

Your mind races at the implications. The thought of becoming the model for a sexual wellness line, with your cock as the centerpiece, is both mortifying and strangely arousing. You hesitate, but you can’t deny the thrill that courses through you at the idea. Your cock, already hard, twitches in response, betraying your excitement.

Victoria’s eyes flick down to your cock, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “Judging by your reaction, I think you’re more than up for the challenge,” she teases, her voice a sultry purr. “So, what do you say, John? Will you take on this... position?”

Sandy leans in, her hand resting on your shoulder as she whispers in your ear, “Think about it, John. You’d be famous. Imagine how many more women would be dreaming about you. Plus, it’s not like you’ve got anything to be shy about. You’ve got the perfect... assets for this.”

The combination of their words and the look in Victoria’s eyes sends a shiver down your spine. Despite the embarrassment, you can’t help but feel a surge of arousal at the thought. With a deep breath, you nod. “Alright,” you agree, your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest. “I’ll do it.”

Victoria’s smile widens in satisfaction, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “Excellent,” she purrs, picking up the pen once more. But instead of signing right away, she continues to draw out the moment, her movements slow and deliberate.

She lets out a soft chuckle, looking at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Oh, there is one more thing—though this is not a demand, just a simple request,” she says, her voice dripping with false modesty. “Whenever you come to the office for a modeling session, I’d really appreciate it if you could... do a little coffee run for me. After all, you’ve proven yourself to be quite the expert in that area. And I know my employees would be more than delighted to see you make those deliveries.”

Sandy laughs, clearly enjoying every second of your growing discomfort. “Oh, John, I think that’s a brilliant idea! You’d be killing two birds with one stone—doing your job and giving the ladies a little... pick-me-up.”

You swallow hard, the image of what she’s describing playing vividly in your mind. Despite the overwhelming sense of humiliation, you can’t help but feel a stirring of arousal at the thought. Your cock twitches again, as if in agreement with her suggestion.

Seeing your reaction, Victoria’s smile turns wicked. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she says, her tone leaving no room for argument. Finally, she lowers the pen to the contract, signing her name with a flourish.

“There,” she says, handing the document to Sandy, who takes it with a satisfied grin. “We’re officially partners now. I look forward to seeing you in your new role, John.”