Plenty of Sam

"Jasper Falls isn't in danger of going bankrupt any time soon," Sam said, indicating a chart he had just slid across his desk to Jasmine Patel, "but as you can see, there are quite a few aggressively growing competitors that are starting to chip away at your market share. We have devised a five-step rebranding strategy that will reinvigorate the company's image."

Sam had heard about Jasmine Patel. Maybe heard was the wrong word. Sam had been warned about Jasmine Patel. Corporate killer. Doesn't take prisoners. She was new at her job, but she hadn't gotten there by being friendly.

But as Sam continued with his presentation, he had a hard time reconciling the image of the beautiful woman staring at him lustfully with the stories he had heard. He was thankful that Amber had been so sexually generous that morning, otherwise he was sure he would be getting stiff inside his abbreviated jean shorts, just from the looks the woman was giving him.

"The first step is to acknowledge..."

"Mister Redwood," Amber said in a sultry tone, "I'm sorry to interrupt, sir, but I was wondering if you and Ms. Patel needed anything."

A look of irritation crossed the face of Sam's guest, quickly replaced by a look of determination. Sam looked up at his former rival. She was leaning against the doorframe sucking on a pencil, slowly moving it in and out of her mouth. His eyes went wide. What was she doing? They had just landed this file! He didn't want to lose it because Amber had suddenly turned into some kind of nymphomaniac!

"No, Amber," Sam said, trying to sound calm, "I think that we're okay."

He turned back to Jasmine. Something was different. It took a second for Sam to realize what it was, so trained was he to avoid the social taboo of staring at a woman's chest. When he did notice, he almost choked.

When Jasmine Patel had entered his office, he had been impressed by her professional image, strong, attractive, a naturally beautiful woman. Her cute face, her lithe body, her large chest. She had dressed in a grey pantsuit, jacket open, and white blouse. It was perfectly attractive yet professional.

That blouse, however, was no longer keeping the image.

How many buttons had been fastened when he sat down? Sam wasn't sure, but he was sure it was more than what remained. While Sam had been distracted by his secretary's antics, the CFO of Jasper Falls had taken the opportunity to open her blouse, undoing enough buttons to display not only her sizable cleavage, but also the white lace bra that held it in place.

"You were saying something about my image?" Jasmine said, seductively, the middle finger of her left hand teasing her left breast through the opening in her shirt.

"I, er, I mean, company image!" Sam stammered, "Your image is great, I mean fine. I, um..."

"But sir," Amber interrupted again, this time swaying into the room, "Maybe you think you're okay, but you're forgetting what ass-ets I can bring to the table."

Sam looked up at Amber, eyes going even wider. She had gone as far as removing her blouse, walking into the room in her skirt and bra.

"Amber!" Sam said, shocked.

"If your assistant is a bother," Jasmine cut in, "Maybe you need to discipline her. Maybe you need to send her home so you and I can get to know each other a bit better."

Sam looked down again, his heart racing. Jasmine was folding her own shirt, and placing it on the floor next to her chair. Two incredibly sexy woman in his office, each shirtless, each staring at him expectantly. In all the experiences he had had up until that moment, nothing adequately prepared him. And so, sitting at his desk, his penis beginning to engorge despite the action he had already enjoyed that day, he decided to wing it.

"Ladies," Sam said, standing up, knowing full well that he was putting his Daisy Dukes on display, "Things are getting out of hand here. There's plenty of me to go around."