They leave for the meeting.

“You’ve reached Cooper’s Designs and retail store, this is Sarah Cooper, may I help you?” the store owner answered. Then her face broke into a wide smile, and she turned her body back to look an Lynn. Ms. Cooper’s pussy was neatly trimmed, and the patch of hair that covered it the same color as that which covered her head, an intense red. It stood out in stark contrast to her fair complexion. Ms. Cooper traced Lynn’s line of sight as she spoke on the phone, and leaning against her desk, took her free hand, and combed her slim fingers through the fine, red hairs, watching Lynn’s reaction.

Lynn didn’t move as her boss spoke, but was surprised when the conversation transitioned from English, over to what Lynn thought was probably Japanese. Ms. Cooper spoke the foreign language haltingly, but otherwise seemed to be having no problem making herself understood, or understanding the speaker. The conversation quickly ended, Ms. Cooper laughed at something the caller had said, and then hung up the phone.

“Get dressed angel, we’re going to an important meeting, could mean a lot of money“ Lynn nodded, bent over, picked up her panties, and slid them up her legs, and then grabbed her skirt watching Ms. Cooper dress as she did the same. As she stood, and snapped the pleated skirt around her waist, she looked down at the seat of the chair she had been sitting in, and saw a small pool of her juices covering the seat cushion. She glanced over at Ms. Cooper, who was grabbing a small video camera from her desk, and slipping it into her purse. A familiar smile spread over Ms. Cooper’s face, and Lynn was quite certain that she would have to kneel, and lick up her own juices from the seat as best she could, but her boss surprised her by shaking her head, and telling her that there wasn’t enough time, “and besides” she continued, “I’ll just have Rebecca clean it up when she gets in..”

Lynn smiled back at her boss, excited that she’d been invited to join Ms. Cooper at a business meeting. The two women walked out of the office through the rear door and out into the parking lot, their high heels clicking against the pavement as they walked to her car. Activating the automatic locks, Ms. Cooper opened the doors to the car, and she and Lynn got in, and we’re soon speeding down the interstate. It was a short trip, and Lynn checked her make up in the mirror as they traveled, pleased that she still looked as good as she had when she first applied the make up that morning.

“What will I be doing at the meeting, M’am?” Lynn asked. As they pulled into the lot of a tall mirrored building that sparkled in the bright morning sunlight.

“You will say nothing unless spoken to, but you will be representing the company, so be on your best behavior, understood?” Ms. Cooper said as she shifted into park, shut off the engine and checked her flowing red hair in the rear view mirror before opening the door and stepping out of the car. Lynn followed along side her, and they passed through the large glass doors, and walked past the security desk to the elevators. Stepping in, they went up only four floors, and with Ms. Cooper leading the way walked out into the hall, turned to the right, and stopped in front of an oak paneled door with a gold name plate inscribed with the name Nakajima Ltd.

Pushing the door open, Lynn and her boss were greeted by a beautiful Japanese women seated behind a glass topped table. She was dressed much like Lynn and Ms. Cooper, in a matching jacket and skirt, in this case dark green in color, he legs were long and covered in tan nylon, and her heels matched the color of her suit perfectly.

“Ah, Ms. Cooper, always happy to see you. They’re waiting for you in the conference room, and you’re to go right in” She said brightly. Lynn glanced at the name plate on her desk, Arisu Hasagawa.

Opening the double doors a short distance down the beautifully decorated corridor, Lynn and Ms. Cooper walked into a large open room with a polished wooden conference table, around which sat eight Japanese men, all except one of which appeared to be between thirty and forty-five years of age. Papers lay on the table scattered in front of them, and they were talking and laughing as the two women walked in. At the head of the table sat a distinguished looking man of about sixty or so with snow white hair, “That’s Mr. Nakajima” Ms. Cooper whispered, and added quickly, “bow”

As the men’s attention was drawn from the table to the two women they bowed as best they could from their seated position. Mr. Nakajima rose from his seat, and immediately engaged Ms. Cooper in conversation. As They two talked Lynn surveyed the rest of they room. It looked like a typical conference room seen in any prosperious large corporation, aside from the large plastic tarp that was spread out in a corner. Beside the tarp stood the only other women in the room, she was a cute Japanese girl with her silky, black hair falling across her shoulders, she locked eyes with Lynn and smiled, and Lynn smiled back. The women was dressed in a blue dress with white pinstripes, she was wearing blue stockings, and white heels with an open toe.

As he talked with Ms. Cooper, Mr. Nakajima’s eyes occasionally drifted over to Lynn. He looked at her like a hungry animal, as did the men seated at the table, but despite her misgivings, Lynn smiled at the men, and tried to appear as friendly as possible. Ms. Cooper took Lynn by they hand, and led her over to the tarps edge, where she stood next to the Japanese girl. The rest of the men stood and moved from the table, shaking hand with Ms. Cooper, and undressing Lynn with their eyes.