His blonde wife, Chelsea

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Right next to Jeremy was what looked like his polar opposite. The woman next to him was a little taller than him standing at about 5,6 with blonde hair that stopped right above her ass. She had a cute pouty face that housed just as pouty lips and a smile that showed off her perfect teeth. Her blue eyes stood out against all the makeup that adorned her face. Her outfit was a blue top with a short black skirt that showed off her gorgeous legs. Already you could see some dirt on her heels. But that didn’t take away from her great figure and perky tits. Her ass was well presented as well, not so much jutting out, but more or less curving everywhere it needed to. Your eyes looked around the room to see everyone else looking at this woman who stood out against the party itself. Nate was the first to break the figurative silence with "Guys, welcome the heads of the company!" With the others and I cheering afterward, it was hard not to get caught up in the spirit of the party. And the view didn't hurt either.

Jeremy called out "I'd like to introduce my lovely wife, Chelsea, who I've been married to over 20 years now. Introduce yourself honey." Chelsea did a little wave and presented herself saying, "Hello everyone, my name is Chelsea!" The older members of the crew shouted "Hello Chelsea!" She continued with "Now I know some of you guys know me and some of you haven't even heard of me, but I'm like the brains and looks behind the bronze right there!" She motioned to her husband while the guys politely laughed at her joke. "I would like to formally welcome you all here and give a big kiss to you all out here!" Chelsea then gave a comically sounding kiss on her hand and gestured to the crowd. With some woos ensuing she blushed and said " I can't wait to see you men make this company even more great than it is right now, and look forward to the family that will be coming together!" With that she sauntered over to the drinks, grabbed two from Nate and made her way over to her husband and they both made a toast. You joined in with the others and clapped along with the applause following.

As you noticed Chelsea going around and doing a sort of little pow wow with the others, Nate made his way over and cupped his hand about a foot away and whispered "Quite the looker right?"

You responded, "She's definitely the best looking one in this room, no offense." He laughed and chuckled out, "None taken. I think I reacted the same way when I first met her. Mouth agape, knees shaking, and hands sweating. But I like you Mike, so let me tell you this. Don't try anything." He grew quite serious now and his body language totally changed. "Chelsea is our mascot, and whenever young people like you come in, you think it's as easy as getting a few drinks, sweet talking, and saying all the right things and she’ll be yours. But you'll be humiliating us and ruining what we have. I was there with Jeremy when she gave birth. I didn't make the life I have now just to have it screwed up by some blue balled punk." You were now, nervously looking around. Chelsea was closer to the bar where you had started but wasn't quite near the corner where you and Nate were at tucked on the other side of the room. Nate just simply asked "Am I clear?" You could only respond "Crystal, sir." His smile lit up, patted you on the shoulder, and said "That's what I like to hear Mike!" As he made his way over to some of the younger guys, most likely to have the same "interrogation", Chelsea made her way over to you.

How does it go?