She makes a pitch

Meghan ushers your visitor in. Faye Erickson comes in smiling, and you rise and extend your hand in greeting ushering her to a seat. She's dressed conservatively, in a dark skirt suit, with a ruffled lacy white blouse under the jacket. She's plumpish, but hardly fat, and quite attractive. Her auburn hair is cut in a mid-length style of loose curls that frames her pretty face.

"To what do I owe the pleasure Ms. Erickson?"

"Faye, please," she smiles at you.

"Faye it is. I'm John."

"I've been meaning to call on you, on your company before this. To discuss what services my company can offer. I thought that since we...met this morning, that I'd come to you directly."

"I see. And what services does your company offer, Faye?"

"A full range of accounting and bookkeeping services. We're very good, and very thorough. Many of our clients use us to back up their own departments, or audit their performance. Many find that going outside their own staff on occasion keeps everyone on their toes."

"Interesting. And our meeting this morning inspired this visit?"

She blushes and looks down at her lap for a moment. "Well, it did seem like the kind of introduction that should be followed up on quickly. I see that you have a new secretary. Or at least a different one from this morning."

"Very observant, Faye. This morning was just a piece of office fluff with ambition to work directly with me. I was just taking advantage of the opportunity."

Faye blushes faintly again and crosses her legs, letting her skirt ride up a bit to show you an inch or two of stockinged thigh.

"It's important to take advantage of opportunities when they arise. Either in business, or...otherwise," she says, smiling at you.

"And is your company ready to take advantage of opportunities, Faye? Or are you the kind of company that gets used by more powerful companies who bend you to their will?"

She blushes deeply and squirms a bit in her chair. "I won't say that we've never been used and made compliant to someone stronger, but sometimes that has advantages."

You smile and stand up, walking around the desk to lean against it, standing in front of Faye. Her face is flushed and her breathing quickened, her fingers toying with her blouse.

"You're right Faye, sometimes it has many advantages. Sometimes, surrendering and submitting to the more powerful makes for a very sweet deal for all concerned." You smile as you see her bite her lower lip and squirm again in her chair, exposing another inch or so of thigh.

"That's true," she murmurs. "But sometimes companies like ours can provide services that can't easily found elsewhere. We're more mature, and have more experience than some of the younger companies."

"Perhaps. But I always think that you see the true value of a company when you have them bent over the table at your mercy. When you see just exactly what they're prepared to do."

Her blush deepens and she squirms again, showing you more leg and and playing with her blouse.

"You look warm, Faye. Let me take your jacket. I don't want you to be uncomfortable." She shrugs out of her jacket and hands it to you. With a cruel smile you toss it on the floor, seeing her gasp in surprise and shock. You step closer, standing in front of her, your waist level with her face.

"Oh God," she moans softly, her hands still fiddling with her blouse.

"So let's see exactly what you're prepared to do, Faye," you say, slowly unzipping your pants and freeing your half-hard cock. She stares up into your face, one hand reaching out to hold your cock, the other unbuttoning her blouse. Her lips are slightly parted and shiny with her lipstick and saliva. She strokes your cock gently, leaning forward, her warm breath on you. Her pretty pink tongue darts out and laps tentatively at your cockhead, giving you a jolt of pleasure.