Teasing negotiations

I arrived at the place three minutes before time and was greeted by a secretary whose outfit gave the rumours some credibility - her skirt was as short as mine, the heels as tall, the cleavage as deep, though her breasts were significantly larger. The girl looked like the archetypical blonde bimbo secretary from porn movies, but had a genuine smile on her face and friendly demeanour.

“Good morning, Missus Swallows. Mr Enys awaits you in his office.”

“Good morning, Sammi” the secretary was my namesake, but always used the diminutive form of the name “is Mr Alls present too?”

“No. He called and apologised for being late. He said he should make it in twenty minutes.”

“Thank you, Sammi.”

The secretary announced me into the office where one of the owners, Peter Enys, was sitting by his desk. He stood up to greet me, but before he did so he managed to check my nylon covered legs.

“Good morning, Samantha. I’m happy to see you. Barry will be here shortly, he has some problems with his car.”

“Hello, Peter. We can start without him.”

We shook hands and went to sit by a low table. I sat on an armchair with my body slightly turned and crossed my legs. Peter sat on a small couch on the other side of the table and had a perfect view of the entire length of my fishnet covered legs. He did not miss the opportunity to admire the view, I pretended not to notice his gaze. We discussed the deal for several minutes during which I changed my pose a few times. I would uncross my legs, turn my body to the other side and cross them again or lean forward to give Peter a better view of my cleavage. He did not miss any of the opportunities and was quite shameless about it.

From a strictly business point of view I was in a tricky spot. The contract I wanted to obtain was truly lucrative and would make my own company prosper. I could most likely survive without it, but that could seriously hamper the growth. Mr Enys and his partner were aware of that and obviously wanted to maximise their profit. My offer might have been the most attractive on the market, but only by a small margin since the competitors were not far behind.

“I like this deal, Samantha, I really do, but I still feel there’s something missing and we could do better.”

“I don’t like to admit it, Peter, but I’m sure that you realise that you almost have me on my knees. I’m not ****, but I’m willing to go the extra mile to make this deal.”

After these words I slowly uncrossed my legs again and crossed them the other way.

“I’m usually not the one to bend easily, but I’m very flexible,” I added.

“But aren’t you trying to bite more than you can swallow?”

“Don’t worry, my throat is deep enough.”

“I might call you on that later, but for now there’s one thing that I believe you could add to the deal that would make your position better.”

“Tell me, although I feel as if you’ve already taken the shirt off my back.”

“It’s not the shirt I want, but SKIRT.”

“I believe it might be within my negotiation limits” I replied in a seductive voice.

I stood up, stepped aside from the chair, undid the belt of the skirt, turned around and slowly pushed the item down my legs; I continued to bend at my waist until my hands with the skirt reached my ankles. I then straightened up, stepped out of the skirt and bent at my waist again to pick it up; Peter was watching me in silence the entire time. When I handed him the piece of clothing he said:

“I’ve heard that when the colour of a woman's panties matches her shoes it has a special meaning.”

“What meaning would that be?” my voice was an exaggerated innocence.

“It means that she’ll do ANYTHING to get the deal signed.”

“She can do a lot without a doubt…”

“She can start by getting on her knees…”

Slowly, with feigned hesitancy I obeyed and knelt in front of Peter; once on my knees I realised that the carpet was thick and soft, which most likely was not a coincidence. The acting phase was clearly over, so now came the time for decisive action. I got closer to Peter and opened the zipper of his trousers. I took his penis out of the underwear and noticed with satisfaction that it was already semi erect, the man reacted well to my teasing. The penis was of average girth but uncommonly long, just the right size for my deep throat. The moment I took its head into my mouth the door to the office opened and Barry Alls walked in.

“Oh! Sorry I’m late. I see that you managed to come to a conclusion without my involvement.”

“We’re on our way to finalising it, but your input could still prove valuable.”

“I see where my arguments could fit best.”