Abby and the CEO Ch. 09

CHAPTER 9: THE NEGOTIATION

First Class! I never... ever... expected to ever fly First Class. But, here I am, sitting next to the very smartly dressed Alliance Corporation CEO. Of course, I think I am pretty smartly dressed, too. Mrs. C assisted with that by taking me shopping. Let's face it, my normal office attire would have gotten me arrested well before getting on the plane.

"Okay, sir... I think this works best if you introduce me at the beginning of the meeting as who I am, Abby Thomas, your Personal Assistant, blah, blah. At some point during the break, you find a way to drop of few hints... however you want to do it, I'm fine. After all, if this works, I am f-ing three guys," being careful about my words on the plane. I look up to him, "Four if you'll join in." I smiled hopefully. He chuckled.

He seemed to blush, too. I thought that was sweet. I think he was finding it embarrassing that we were planning how to use me sexually to get a project. It meant he respected me. It meant I wasn't just a floozy. Not that I really thought that of him but it's nice to have the validation. Besides, crazily, Mrs. C was so turned on by all this. She made me promise to relay every sordid detail. I think the coming weekend will be interesting. She's already made plans for me to spend the weekend with them. Girl-talk. Sordid, sexy girl-talk. And, despite the teasing, Mr. C doesn't mind. It generally leads to two naked women clambering after his body.

He grasped my hand. "It's not too late to change plans." I shook my head while holding his eyes with mine. "I'll make it up to you... somehow."

I leaned over and kissed his cheek, "You do about every day," while thinking of his cock and friendship with him and his wife.

"I didn't mean THAT."

"I know... but I do."

We drew looks as we made our way through the airport with our carry-on. It might have been our difference in age: father and daughter or... Part of it undoubtedly was my outfit which I thanked Mrs. C for. The dress was form-fitting, sleeveless, with a hem at mid-thigh. The bodice opened in front to dare anyone to not look at the cleavage presented. Mrs. C has pushed me to bras that cover and support my E-cup breasts but not quite enough support. The light dress material did little to provide any support so my breast had their own little dance going on. The outfit was finished with matching thong, thigh-highs, and four inch heels. I had leaned to a garter belt for the effect if the dress was removed later but the dress material seemed too clingy and I wanted a smooth look without the belt or straps showing.

We were greeted on the baggage level by one of the sons, Tony Harrison. We shook hands on introductions but I also stepped up to him, made sure my body touched his lightly, and kissed his cheek. It wasn't planned. It certainly wasn't a business greeting. It planted a seed of interest, though.

We were greeted outside the conference room by Mr. Harrison and the other son, Robert. I provided both with the same greeting, now feeling locked into it. In the conference room, though, I only shook hands with the others included in the meeting to be sure a distinctive impression was left with the Harrisons.

Mr. C made a point of including me in the presentation to reinforce the image of me being an integral part of his office. Of course, this was mostly for Mr. Harrison and his sons. The meeting was going well but I knew the real turning point wouldn't be occurring in the presentation but during the breaks and... if it got that far... later. At the breaks, when Mr. C stepped out with the three Harrison men, I mingled and engaged the others. That was easy with the men but the lone woman had a less positive reaction to the cleavage on display.

After the final break, Mr. C stood close to my side and whisper, "The three of them will be joining us for dinner at the hotel." I looked at him a little nervous. "Then... it's up to you." More nervous.

I almost didn't hear the rest of the presentation. My mind kept going to what I had gotten myself into. It seemed to me that the activities in the office... okay, and with Mr. and Mrs. C privately... was one thing but with strangers? My desire to be more explicit in the office despite changes to the code and my willingness (also desire?) to engage with everyone and anyone in the office even if it meant working overtime to keep up had me on occasion wondering about the term 'slut'. Was that me? Did I want that? Did it matter?

Then, I heard the applause and expressions of thanks followed by chairs rolling back and papers gathered. The presentation was over; the meeting was over. I gathered myself quickly and joined Mr. C to thank each of the attendees for the opportunity to present our position. Then, the awkward moment for me. The three Harrison men came last. I checked the doorway to verify we were alone. I shook their hands after Mr. C, then leaned forward to give each a kiss on the cheek and whispered, "I do look forward to dinner later and spending more time with you." The looks I received were engaging.

After being dropped off at the hotel, checking in, and finally in our room which was really a suite, I was finally able to say, "I'm going to take a shower, sir, before getting ready for dinner." He placed both roller cases on the king bed and unzipped them as I slipped out of my clothes and stepped into the bathroom. I quickly turned around, though, "Sir," I said with a throaty tone, "the shower is huge."

He looked my way as I stood naked leaning on the door jam. He smiled, "Huge, you say?"

I put my hand out and wiggled my index finger. "Huge... like something else..."

I stepped into the shower space, got the water temperature perfect, and toyed with the settings between soft micro-droplets, an invigorating rain burst of freshness, a relaxing rain shower, and an all-over gush spray like a fabulous waterfall. I settled on the relaxing rain shower just as Mr. C stepped in and wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck. I pressed back into him as the water gently fell over us. His hands began a soft caressing and fondling of my stomach and breasts and my hands slipped behind to caress his hanging cock. As my fingers glide over his water slicked cock, his hands glide over my wet body. His cock quickly stiffened at my touch and I turned in his arms, pressing my breasts into his chest and my hips into his, feeling his hardening cock pressing and growing against my pelvis. With my arms around his neck and his around my body, we kiss under the warm water with kisses that grow from touches of lips to increasing desire, passion, and hungry need.

I sank down his body, alternating between sucking and licking the streaming water from his body with kisses until my lips and tongue encounter his nearly hard cock. I kiss the head before taking it in my left hand, holding it up to kiss and lick down the underside before doing the same up one side and back down the other. At the base, again, I lift his balls with my right hand to suck and lick them, taking each in turn into my mouth to suck and roll with my tongue.

I released his balls, lower the head to my mouth and engulf it between my widely opened lips and into my mouth. He gasped and moaned and staggered to the wall next to us where he leaned with his hands gently on my head as I mouth him in and out, my throat taking more of his cock with each inward move. It wasn't long, though, before he gently grabbed me by the shoulders and raised me up. He pulled me into his body and I felt my erect nipples pressing into his chest. He kissed me passionately and we were both panting when he broke the kiss and turned me and pressed me into the glass wall of shower. He nudged my feet and I eagerly spread them wide while wondering which hole he intended to invade. He doesn't spread my ass cheeks, though. He lowers and probes with his cock at my pussy and we both shift in small motions until the head of his cock sinks into my pussy. When he thrusts deeper, he presses me against the glass and, with eyes open, I gaze at the image reflected back to me through the long mirror over the sinks and counter. My breasts are plastered against the glass so even though the heat of the water has fogged the glass my nipples and squashed breasts are clearly visible.

I cry out as his cock sinks deep, fully inside me and the head presses on my cervix before glancing to the side and deeper. I hear him grunt as he drives hard and urgently into me. One of his hands drops down and around my lower body, his fingers finding my clit which he strokes and presses and pinches between two fingers. I groan and thrust my hips back at his powerful thrusts. The shower is a mix of our moans, groans, gasps, and grunts but also of the falling water and the squishing sound of our bodies as he impacts my ass.

I feel him. A magnificent feeling of being full of big cock and to feel it swell and pulse inside before spurting its cum as he presses deep inside. Not a moment later I orgasm, my pussy convulsing around his pulsing cock.

"Sir, what do you think?" He was nearly dressed but busy with his tie, his suit coat draped over a chair. I was standing holding two outfits. I had brought two for the one night stay. I could have worn the same dress from the meeting to dinner. It wouldn't have been wrong, but I brought two more with one for the travel back the next day. I held the two outfit up on hangers. One was another business suit with mid-thigh hem. The other was a mini-skirt and buttoned short-sleeved white blouse. I stood in black lace bra, thong and stockings.

"You're still ready to go ahead with the plan?"

I dropped both on the bed and walked up to him. I ran my hands up his chest. "I am, sir. Nothing has changed in my mind. If they go for it after dinner, it'll be a great win."

His hands had found their way to my hips. "In that case, I suggest the mini and leave buttons undone on the blouse."

I smiled, spun on my heels and hung back up the dress and finished dressing. The mini-skirt covered the lace tops of the stockings when I stood. I knew they would be peeking out when I sat. The blouse was unbuttoned nearly to my nipple line to provide plenty of visible cleavage. He smiled approvingly and offered his arm.

Dinner was going great. I was seated between the two sons and had them engaged the entire time. I would notice Mr. C and Mr. Harrison in aside conversation and sometimes with hushed comments while watching me. Harrison's seemed quite intent on me. After the main course and ordering after-dinner drinks, I watched as Mr. C made several motions, winks, and smiles at me. He was trying to send a message with subtlety and I finally got it when he used his head to indicate Mr. Harrison followed with a nod. I pushed my chair back, touching both sons' shoulders as I stood and excused myself with a smile to Mr. C and a quick glance to my chest. He nodded with a smile of recognition.

I scanned the exquisitely appointed women's restroom. It seemed empty. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly to calm myself. I was about to take my dedication to Mr. C to a whole new level. I stared into the mirror at my reflection. Was their truly nothing I wouldn't do for this man, if he asked? He didn't really even ask for this. Not really. There had been a hint but I had followed it and made the offer myself. I could easily just left the hint hang. My fingers moved to the buttons. Two more buttons undone and the thin blouse gaped open to expose my bra underneath. And what about Mrs. C? She's gotten me to do this very tease twice before. My breasts were always something I was self-conscious about and she had turned that into flaunting. With my blouse pulled from my skirt and fully open, I see a smile form on my mouth. Mrs. C has been encouraging of my transformation. Between exhibitionism, threesome in their home, weekends with them, and encouragement to satisfy her husbands desires she was nervous to fulfill herself, she has helped to break down some of my boundaries. So, here I am. About to give these men the impression I may work for Mr. C but am also his slut. Though kind of true, it had always been something of an office secret.

Suddenly aware again of my surrounds, I quickly pulled the blouse off, reached back to unclasp the bra and drop it on the counter. I glanced at the door before lifting my breasts and muttering, "Here we go boys." I slipped the blouse back on, button up to my nipple line, then hiked my skirt up and pulled the thong down and stepped out of it. I stuffed the bra into my purse, considered the thong and had a different thought. I stood straight and appraised myself. I rotated my shoulders and saw the freedom my breasts had under the thin, loose material. I then released one more button.

I heard some voices outside and quickly picked up my thong and held it in the hand holding the purse. As the door opened, I leaned forward as though checking my lipstick and noticed the free movement of my breasts, the two women entering did, too.

I walked deliberately through the tables while being sure to slightly exaggerate my walk in the heels. I was aware of stares from tables as I passed but my attention was on our table. I had the full attention of all four men as I approached.

I caught the look on Mr. C's face as he mouthed, 'WOW'. I didn't need to look down, I could feel my breast saying and bouncing with each step as I approached. Mr. Harrison and his sons had been attentive to my looks before but that changed to something approaching lascivious. I stopped at the table near Mr. C so I was facing Mr. Harrison. I leaned over, one hand on the table and the other on Mr. C's shoulder. I had all their attentions.

"I had the impression you were about to propose something before I excused myself," I said loud enough for all of them to hear. I was well aware my position not only caused my breasts to hang within the thin blouse but for the blouse to gap open further as a result. I wasn't sure how much breast they might be able to see, if even the nipples came into view, but I was sure they gained significant view of my breasts. I sneaked a glance at Mr. Harrison, then his sons, to find eyes glued to my chest.

Mr. C seemed to have a bemuse tone in his voice when he responded. "We were talking about where we might continue the evening with a few more drinks. What sort of place would you suggest?"

I looked from Mr. C to Mr. Harrison. He seemed to have to force himself through sheer will power to take his eyes from my chest to my face. I stood and stepped around Mr. C to bend over next to Mr. Harrison. While moving, I shifted my thong from against my purse to my other hand. "Put out your hand, sir." He looked at me puzzled but did as I requested. Grasping the skimpy article of clothing by the narrow band at the side, I allowed it to dangle over his hand a moment before dropping it.

His hand closed around the material and for a moment was speechless, his eyes pointed down at his hand. Had I overplayed this? No. Without looking up, he muttered, "It's so wet..."

Again, just loud enough for our table to hear, "Yes, sir... and so am I." He looked up at me as if we were the only ones there and waited expectantly, hopefully, for something more. "Might I suggest we have some additional drinks in our suite upstairs? I think we'll find that much more comfortable and open to explore opportunities."

He nodded numbly and abruptly pushed his chair back from the table. Mr. C signaled for the check as I took Mr. Harrison's arm and we made our way slowly out of the hotel restaurant. We stopped outside the restaurant by the lobby to wait for Mr. C. I found the sons right behind us. Mr. Harrison had recovered by that time and playfully held the thong by the strap as I had held it butt now holding it toward his sons.

"Are you gentlemen in a hurry tonight?" I asked as my fingers undid yet another button of my blouse. There was now only one button remaining before disappearing into my skirt.

One of the sons responded, "We have all the time we... ahhh... we need to explore... what you... as you said... explore opportunities." I saw Mr. C standing behind them with a big, appreciative smile on his face. I smiled and hooked my arms into his and his father's arms. The effort more fully opened my gaping blouse. At that moment, an older couple was exiting the restaurant. She looked at me with shock and disapproval written over her face. He, however, glanced back several times while moving his wife in front so as not to see him. I winked at him and he looked away quickly, embarrassed at being caught looking.

Once again, I slipped my arms inside those of the two sons as we moved to the bank of elevators. As such, my blouse was again spread open further and my breasts swayed and bouced freely. The two men made no bones about looking, either.

Behind me, I heard a brief conversation between Mr. C and Mr. Harrison: It went something to the effect that he, Mr. Harrison, believed I was his associate by the comments and document reference support I provided. He asked if all this was flirt and tease or real. Mr. C responded that I was indeed a unique woman and he assured that, though I enjoyed flirting and teasing, I also enjoyed following through. How was it Mr. C found such a slut (a slut am I?) to be his associate? His good fortune, Mr. C responded.

It was almost 10:00 as we stepped into the elevator. I was laughing at something one of the sons said when I felt a hand on my shoulder as Mr. C pressed the button for our floor at the top of the hotel. Mr. Harrison said, "Joe says you like a challenge." I glanced at Mr. C, his face was neutral. I assured him I did. He smiled, reached out and unbuttoned the last button. His sons immediately tugged the tails of my blouse from my skirt and he finished unbuttoning the last buttons. My blouse was slid off my shoulders and I stood topless in the elevator among the four men. He looked at Mr. C as he openly fondled a breast, "One of your associates... this is far better than the last times." He then looked at me. "Do you think you can close the deal for your boss?"

I smiled and turned fully to him as my fingers worked the clasp and short zipper of the skirt. As I pushed the skirt over my hips, "If you allow me, I am sure I can provide an outcome that will be fully satisfying." Skirt dropped to the floor around my heels. He looked over my body as I stood naked in the elevator except for thigh-highs and heels. I stepped up to him, pressed my breasts into his chest, put on my hands on the sides of his face and kissed him. He took me in his arms and I reciprocated by wrapping my arms around his neck. I felt hands on my body as we kissed until the ding indicated our arrival at our floor.

I boldly stepped out of the elevator with the men following behind. I led the way down the hall to our room, nervous all the way that someone was going to suddenly come out of their room. Nobody did. I stood to the side so Mr. C could use a keycard to open the door. I saw, to my relief, that he had my purse and clothes. He softly touch my bare hip and gave a look but we were well past the point of turning back.

Mr. C fixed the drinks and I served them. Each of the men freely touched me. When they were all served, Mr. Harrison said, "You know what I've always wanted, Ms. Thomas?" I shook my head. "To be entertained by a woman masturbating." The comments about Harrison were true. He was a cold, hard man, not at all like Mr. C. I steeled myself, though, and avoided looking to Mr. C. We were past assurances and I didn't want to give the man the idea I wasn't ready to satisfy him.

I turned the coffee table so I could lie back on it facing him. Once settled with my legs spread wide and my shaved pussy opened to his gaze, I began by fondling my breasts, tweaking my nipples before sliding my hands down my body and between my spread thighs. I slid my fingers along my pussy, up and down, then through the lips, up and down. I was very wet and, without having to penetrate my hole for moisture, I stroked the outside of the clitoris. I was progressing much faster than I would to another woman but I knew what I could tolerate and wanted for this situation. My other hand left my breast and plunged into my hole. With my pussy and clit being stimulated, my eyes flicked open. I was nervous about seeing the men, wondering what they were going to be thinking of me. A slut, he said. Their eyes, though, were just full of lust as they focused on my fingers and on my body. Mr. C, though... Mr. C's eyes were on me, not my fingers or body. He was watching me, his face soft, warm, and caring. I kept my eyes on him for a moment before giving him a slight nod that I was okay. He returned a smile that seemed to release some relief in him.