The Meeting

You spend a little time getting your plan together, after finally checking your work email you find the potential client is jewelry chain trying to break into the market and compete with established chains like Jared's or Gordon's. You quickly come up with an idea that is bound to draw attention, and net you some fun along the way. By the time you go to bed Jenna is already asleep as is the rest of the house so you just grab some shut eye and get some rest for tomorrow.

Walking back into the office for the first time since receiving your gift is certainly a strange experience, everyone here treats you the same as they did before which stands in stark contrast to the changes in your home life. You stroll in wearing an expensive looking new suit that draws a few eyes, but everyone else seems to be focused primarily on Mr. and Mrs. Evans standing outside the meeting room. Grant Evans is wearing his usual attire, business suit and tie, but Victoria Evans is wrapped up in a tight black dress. Dress is being generous actually, the backless number was more like lingerie. The hem of the skirt ended less than an inch below her round ass, and what little cloth the dress had managed to maintain her decency only by virtue of how close it clung to her. The back dipped low enough that, when she shifts, you're certain she's not wearing underwear like you suggested, and the neckline plunged down enough to preclude any notion of wearing a bra. The stunning blonde has the attention of every man in the room and a few of the women, but mostly out of barely hidden scorn.

Approaching the couple, you openly eye Victoria up and down, "Damn Vicky, you are looking very sexy today. Plans with the husband tonight?" Grant looks upset with you, but Victoria just giggles and swats you on the arm, her unsupported breasts swaying enticingly as she does.

"Clients are waiting John," Grant says, visibly annoyed.

"Of course," you say, "Let's get going. Allow me," you extend your arm to Victoria and she takes it with a glance towards her husband, "Oh, Grant won't mind. I am the best this agency has to offer. Now come on, I'll fill you guys in on your parts in the presentation while we walk. Think of it like an acting gig."

"Oh, I've always wanted to be an actress!" she exclaims. Of course she did.

"Now, when we get in there, you and Grant will be playing the couple in a mock commercial. Don't worry about your lines, just follow my instructions and make it look as real as you can," you begin laying the ground work, "Now, you listen up too Grant, because the key to selling this is going to be for you two to _believe _in what you are acting out and act out exactly what I say. It has to be as good as truth to you," Victoria nods along enthusiastically (with interesting effects to her cleavage) and Grant just sort of grunts his acknowledgement and agreement. The three of you enter the meeting room to find four executives sitting and waiting. They're pretty much what you expected, the first three are all older men in business suits, but the third is a middle aged woman. She seems like late thirties, early forties type, but with a well kept physique, her brown hair tied back in a bun and glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose give her a librarian look.

"Gentlemen!" Grant says, "And Mrs. Whitley, this is John Doe, one of our employees whom I've tasked with developing an ad campaign for you. And this is my wife Victoria, she is going to be helping John and I present."

"Yes," one of the older men says with a disapproving glance to Victoria's outfit, "I assume the explains the attire, though I'm not sure this is the type of image that our company had in mind, nor what Mrs. Whitley wants representing her designs," it looks like the four are ready to leave when you hold your hand up to stop them. As good as if you spoken they stop in place.

"Please," you say, "I know this is unusual, but if you want to break into today's market you need to stand out. 'Diamonds are Forever' or 'A Girl's Best Friend' are dated. You need a modern message that's going to grab modern women and speak to what they actually want. You want something that's going to highlight why men need to buy your diamonds. Let me present and you'll love it, I promise you," Your plea grabs them and they quickly sit and signal for you to proceed, which you quickly accommodate setting up your laptop to connect with the office projector, "Now, this is just a rough mock up, with no time to film anything I'm going to have my boss and his wife stand in for actors, they'll be following my instructions," You lower the lights enough that the projection is visible, but you can still see Grant and Vicky, "We start with a young couple coming home from a night out. They're both decked out in date clothing, they're hands are all over each other, barely pulling away from their kiss to get through the door."

At the front of the meeting room Victoria and Grant slip right into character, much to Grant's delight. The two are practically mauling each other, "In the heat of the moment the man reaches up and undoes the top of his date's dress revealing (out of frame of course) her chest to him and we see his head dip out of frame to taste them," Of course there is no frame to speak of and when Victoria's dress is undone those glorious tits of her spring into full view of the meeting. The execs begin to adjust their suits, letting out nervous coughs but true to your word they are enraptured. Time to move things along then, "When his head comes up the woman gives him a devious smile and reaches down to undo the man's pants (Once again out of frame of course). She excitedly pushes his pants down, looks to see what he has for her and..." You pause for effect as Victoria dutifully follows your instructions, completely in the moment. She grips his pants and yanks them down and you are surprised to see your bosses dick in the meeting room standing firm and straining to reach maybe five inches from his pelvis. You have to stifle a laugh before quickly continuing (Damn, Miranda would destroy this guy), "... And all the excitement drains from her face, it scrunches up in confusion and she lets out a little huff of disappointment. Our man is nowhere near endowed enough to satisfy her. She knows it, he knows it," in front of you both Victoria and your boss go passive as what you say rewrites their perspectives of each other. You did, after all, say they needed to believe what you were saying was truth.

Victoria comes to first, her face clearly showing her disappointment at her husbands endowment, though she looked confused as if she was only discovering this now. Grant's face slowly grows more and more mortified at his exposure, "But!" you say grandly, "Our hero is not without recourse, he has an idea!" Grant's face recovers, "He reaches into his jacket and produces a box," his hand mimics your statement and produces a demo box, "He hands the box over and the woman opens it," Victoria opens the box and reveals a ring with a huge heart shaped diamond mounted on it, "The woman recovers from her shock and disappointment. She looks up at the man and then her head drops out of frame as she gets on her knees to do exactly what you think she'll do," You hit a button and the projection clicks over to a slide that has the tag line you decided on:

On that special night, get her a c̶o̶c̶k̶ rock big enough to please her!

Mrs. Whitley unbottoned the top few buttons of her blouse and was fanning herself while the other three men sat slightly forward watching as Victoria slowly began to lean forward and get to business with her husband's dick. Just as she's about to lay lips on it you call, "Cut! That was perfect, can we get a round of applause for our actors?"

Grant grunts unsatisfied, and Victoria quickly fixes her dress back up as the meeting room erupts in applause.

"So?" You ask, "do we have a deal?"