James & Jasmine Ch. 02

James reviewed the day about to unfold. They'd be picked up in an hour and driven to the main office of Caresse. They'd arrive a little early to survey the conference room and get their storyboards set up on easels. The boards had already been shipped over and would be waiting for them. They had opted for using actual mounted photos instead of a digital slide show. James was old school and had a disdain for the slickness of Power Point. They'd meet with the executive committee and work through lunch. They'd have a little time to themselves late in the afternoon and then they had been invited to Pierre and Nicole's for dinner that evening. If everything went according to plan, it would be a full, fruitful and very productive day.

Aside from the first few comical references, nothing more was said about the previous night. Jasmine hoped she had done the right thing. The memory of James spurting cum all over the gilded mirror was an erotic image that she had a hard time shaking. She was a bit embarrassed in the light of day, but also turned on by the memory of his creamy seed splayed across the shiny glass surface. She took a sip of coffee to clear her head and bring her focus back to the matter at hand.

After breakfast and a brief return to their rooms, they met at the hotel entrance and found their ride already sitting under the porte-cochere awaiting them. The dark blue Mercedes sedan brought them to Caresse's offices just off Boulevard Montparnasse in the 5th. They entered a nineteenth century five story building and rode a lift to the top floor.

Jasmine wasn't expecting to exit the elevator into such a modern office, but they stepped off into a light filled space that felt like a complete time warp from the historical feel of the building they had entered at street level. A pyramidal skylight filled the central office core with natural light and the white walls and steel gray carpeting allowed the light to refract and give a clear contemporary feel to the interior. Huge black and white photos of beautiful women in lingerie were located on a few of the large blank white walls. Ornate pendant lights adorned the high plaster ceiling and contrasted nicely with the slick modern feel of the space.

A beautiful young Asian receptionist greeted them warmly and led them to a conference room close by. Their storyboards were in two large carrying cases and four easels had been placed at the front end of the room. They proceeded to set up and get ready for the meeting. Jasmine felt a little strange looking at her own image as they set up the boards, but she'd grown used to the fact that it was her body on display and hoped that fact didn't compromise their presentation.

A very handsome man suddenly swept into the room and he and James greeted one another with warm welcomes. He was tall and lean with a young-looking angular face and sparkling brown eyes. He was wearing a three day old stubble and his short dark hair was disheveled in a remarkably sexy way. He was strikingly good looking and Jasmine knew she was smiling uncontrollably at him as he turned his gaze to her and smiled back.

"Bon jour, Jasmine, and welcome to Caresse," he said with a charming French accent. "I am Pierre and it is my pleasure, our pleasure, to have you here."

Jasmine shook his hand and felt his warm grip encase her slender hand. She quivered at his touch as she looked into his shining eyes. 'This is one beautiful man', she thought to herself. His gaze seemed to bore a hole through her heart and straight into her gut. What was it about his eyes that made her tremble with such a deep-seated arousal? He held her gaze with an almost erotic composure.

"The pleasure is all mine, Pierre. I'm so excited to be here," she replied, doing her best to maintain her breathing and a steady sound to her voice.

Before they even had a chance to carry on the conversation a gorgeous young woman entered the room and approached them with a broad smile. She gave a warm hug and greeting to James and turned to be introduced to Jasmine.

"Jasmine, this is my wife, Nicole," Pierre said with a beaming smile.

Nicole was very slender and petite, but wore open-toed, high heeled sandals that added a good three inches to her height. Her hair was honey-colored and flowed long, loose and wild over her slim square shoulders. Her huge brown eyes twinkled with an inquisitive air. She wore a short violet dress with yellow flowers that flounced about her tight little body. Jasmine couldn't help but notice that her breasts were rather large for such a small frame, yet undoubtedly natural from the way they sat on her torso. She allowed herself one quick glance before shaking Nicole's slender hand and smiling back at her. A bolt of electricity coursed through her body as she looked at Nicole's beautiful face.

"Welcome, Jasmine. We are so glad you are here with James. We miss Paul, of course, but James has told us about all the good work you've done on our behalf and we thank you. We're so excited to see what you two have come up with." Her sexy accent was intoxicating to Jasmine.

Others then began to drift into the conference room and the greetings and introductions continued. Jasmine knew she'd never remember everyone's name, but she was struck by the friendly comfortable vibe of the group. Everyone was extremely attractive, as James had mentioned at dinner the previous week.

As about a dozen of them settled around the conference table, Pierre cleared his throat and gave a brief introduction before turning the floor over to James. James stood up and took command of the room. Jasmine felt safe, but ready to do her part. They had rehearsed and discussed the presentation and she had been dreaming of this very moment for over a week.

James gave an overview of the campaign and a brief history of their approach. Then, as planned, he turned to Jasmine to present the storyboards. She felt all the eyes in the room turn to her as she stood up; confident in her preparation and her appearance. She knew she looked good, and she had created much of what she was about to present, so the words flowed naturally.

Soon she and James were engaged in a very natural repartee, back and forth, as they described one image after another – explaining how they felt Caresse must approach the American marketplace. The black and white images they displayed were exquisite and seemed to be striking a chord with their French audience. All the images were focused on a lovely lady in Caresse lingerie – anonymous and sexy. They could both see the smiles and nods of approval as they showed their photographs and underscored their image-based marketing approach.

Finally, toward the end of the presentation, Jasmine unveiled their last image – the one of her looking over her shoulder into the mirror and the only one actually showing her face. There were a few gasps from the table as they realized that the images they'd been looking at up to this point were, in fact, Jasmine.

"We've shared a number of tag lines with you, but we saved what we think is the best for last," she said, as she unveiled the last photo. Along the top border it said 'Caresse' and along the bottom it said 'Next to Nothing'.

"We think that says it all," ended Jasmine, smiling and making eye contact with each person in the room. She paused and waited for a reaction.

"Mon Dieu," said someone at the table.

"Incroyable," stated Pierre in that sexy French accent of his. "You have been a busy young lady, Jasmine. Not only are you working on the design of the campaign, you are modeling for it as well – and beautifully, I might add. I hope your boss is paying you well."

Jasmine had thought about what it would be like the moment the Caresse folks realized that she was, in fact, the model in all the photos. At times she had dreaded the thought. But now, in that moment, she felt empowered and strong. She could feel everyone around the table looking at her and assessing her body. She was particularly aroused by Pierre's direct and unflinching gaze; a look bordering on lust. 'God, I could get lost in those eyes,' she thought to herself. She looked at James who was beaming at her. She felt totally alive and aroused.

"Very well, thank you, Pierre," she replied, regaining her composure. "Certainly the bonus of getting to come to Paris and participate in this presentation is a huge reward." She paused for effect. "But I will remind him what you said that when we get back to New York," she added, to laughter around the table.

She looked around the room and felt an enormous surge of adrenaline, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Or maybe it was some other body chemical soaring through her body. Whatever it was, she loved the feeling it gave her. She had not expected that this particular moment would be so incredibly arousing.

"Well, I'm not sure we have to go through an expensive shoot when we have such wonderful photographs as a starting point. We thank you for your effort. It is simply stunning," Pierre said, surrounded by smiles and nodding heads from those around the table.

They spent the next hour discussing the campaign, photos, locations, strategies, ad formats, and tag lines – all the normal matters to be discussed when the creative juices flow between client and designer. They had lunch at the conference table and worked into the early afternoon.

Jasmine was impressed by the energy in the office – a palpable creative force that covered a seething sensuality that lay just below – just as James had portrayed. She noticed how everyone was attractive in one way or another. The older employees seemed to have a mature wisdom that was settling and serene; the younger folks had an energy and sexual vibrancy that was tangible. She loved being a part of this and felt accepted and appreciated.

The hours sped by and at three o'clock they broke up the meeting. They would reconvene the next morning to finalize strategies and sign a contract extension. Jasmine noticed James making plans for later in the evening with Pierre. They shook hands and double kissed with everyone – smiles and congratulations all around – climbed on the elevator, and descended back down to the bustling street life of Paris. They were both beaming on the car ride back to the hotel.

"Well?" James inquired with a grin.

"Oh, James. That was so wonderful and so exciting. Thank you for having faith in me," she replied.

"It's completely warranted, Jasmine. And this meeting turned out just as I thought it would. I'm glad you were able to see the fruits of your labor appreciated by the client. Fun stuff, no?"

Jasmine nodded in agreement and reached for James's hand without thinking. He smiled as she entangled her fingers with his and she felt a surge of warmth throughout her entire body.

"Listen," he said as he squeezed her hand. "I've arranged for you to use the spa when we return, Jasmine. You can use any of the services they have on their menu. So, relax and revive for the next few hours. I'll knock on your door about seven thirty and we'll head over to the Marais to have dinner at Pierre and Nicole's home. It will be a very casual evening, but, as always with the French, with a flair."

"Mmm, thank you, James. You do know how to treat a lady." She paused for a minute and lightly rubbed his hand as she continued. "I'm really excited about tonight. I liked Pierre and Nicole. They seem like very nice people, very friendly. Very sexy too," she added, with a lascivious grin.

"Yes, it's going to be an interesting night," James responded as the car pulled up to the hotel. "On many levels," he added.

James and Jasmine went their separate ways for the afternoon – James doing a little work in his room while Jasmine went to the spa. She received the full treatment, including a massage, and returned to her room relaxed and revived.

She settled into a leisurely bath and was so aroused and excited from the day that she couldn't help but touch her body. Her soapy hands slid over her full soft breasts, grazing her stiffened nipples and didn't stop moving until her fingers slipped into the slick smooth folds of her sex. She dipped a finger between her lips, but then thought better of getting carried away. There was a full night ahead and she wanted to have every ounce of sexual energy at her disposal. It felt so good to rub her freshly shaved labia in the warm soapy water, but she exhibited great restraint and dragged herself out of the bath and grabbed a towel. She observed her form in the mirror as she dried off, smiling at the fact that photos of her naked body had been the focus of attention by a group of strangers just a few hours earlier. She had felt them all undressing her with their eyes and she smiled at the fact that it had aroused her so. She finished drying off and got dressed.

By seven thirty she was ready and waiting for James. She had decided to wear a form-fitting maroon knit dress that left little to the imagination. It hugged her lovely rear, was snug along her taut thighs and flared slightly just below the knee, accentuated by a very long slit along the outside of the left thigh. The low-cut bodice cupped her full breasts perfectly and was held up by thin spaghetti straps stretched over her slender square shoulders. She had debated about wearing a bra – the dress didn't really need one – and in the end she decided to go without. The dress hung just a little more naturally that way and she also felt a little naughty without any support. She also debated about wearing a thong. The dress was so tight that it might be noticeable. But she found one of the tiny Caresse thongs that she'd brought along that seemed to hide itself along her soft curves in a way that couldn't be seen. Plus it seemed only fitting to wear a Caresse product while in the home of its founders. She donned some tall tan heels, a pearl necklace that looped strategically just above her cleavage and dangling antique earrings. She grabbed a light tan sweater that matched her shoes and felt ready for the Parisian night ahead.

James knocked on her door at precisely seven thirty and whistled his appreciation. She had grown used to his admiring glances and slowly turned under his lustful gaze.

"Magnifique," he announced. "Our host and hostess will be most appreciative, I'm sure."

"Host and hostess? What makes you so sure?" she inquired.

"Oh, just a hunch. I watched both of them ogling you today – and I emphasize both. They wanted to eat you right up, I could tell. So, I'm just warning you," he chided. "And that makes three of us in that category," he added with a laugh. "I hope there is enough of you to go around."

"Well, thanks for the warning. I'll try to behave myself," she responded. "You better do the same, Mister," she teased.

"Not if I can help it," he replied with a smile.

The same driver was waiting for them as they exited the hotel and in minutes they were cruising along the Seine en route to the Rousseau's flat in the Marais. They pulled up in front of a narrow five story townhouse and were directed to the elevator hidden in an inner courtyard. It whisked them up to the top floor where Pierre and Nicole were waiting as they disembarked from the elevator.

Obligatory two cheek kisses and French pleasantries were exchanged. Jasmine was drawn in by Nicole's scent – a subtle mix of musk and vanilla that wafted into her nostrils and coiled in her belly. Pierre was dressed casually in designer jeans, dapper loafers and an expensive white linen shirt with several buttons undone. Nicole was again wearing a flouncy short blue dress and very high heels that accentuated her slender legs and gave her entire torso a sinful profile. The upper slopes of her breasts were on full display and the dress deftly accentuated her healthy bust line.

Jasmine could feel both of their hosts looking her up and down as she entered their apartment. She removed her sweater with both hands, the movement forcing her own bust forward; a gesture that was duly noted by both Pierre and Nicole and met with looks of admiration. The generous curves of Jasmine's breasts were gently supported by the bodice of her dress and the thin straps seemed to tease, like they were too thin to hold such soft fleshly treasures. No doubt her hosts would know that the braless curvature of her bosom was all her and totally natural. And she knew, at some point, her nipples might give her away.

The flat was large and light-filled, much like their offices, with a tasteful combination of French antiques and very contemporary furniture. The rooms were spacious and baroque moldings adorned the ceilings, walls, windows and doors. Each narrow floor to ceiling opening had a pair of French doors with a wrought iron balcony just outside.

Their hosts gestured for them to sit down on a low slung L-shaped black leather couch that sat on an ornate Persian rug. A chilled bottle of rosé was open on the glass coffee table with four tall flutes awaiting a pour.

"Allow me to fill our glasses in celebration of a productive day and a burgeoning partnership," said Pierre as he filled all four glasses and handed them around.

"Salut," they chimed in as they imbibed and began a night of lively conversation. Jasmine found their hosts both fascinating and engaging. They touched on a wide variety of topics as they finished the rosé and Pierre opened a lovely Burgundy, bringing in fresh goblets. Jasmine continued to look around the flat as they talked and Nicole noticed her surveying the premises.

"Jasmine, let me show you the rest of our home. Please," she said, standing and holding out her hand in a friendly gesture. Jasmine obliged and they left the men talking about EU politics. Nicole held Jasmine's hand as she gave her a tour of the large flat and it was obvious that some serious money had been spent on the interior. Everything was designed to a tee and the exquisite nature of each and every detail was indicative of the high level of craftsmanship that had gone into the construction.

Jasmine was particularly interested to see their bedroom as they wandered down an art-filled hallway and entered a high-ceilinged space with large windows with a view of a distant steeple. A large four poster bed sat against the long wall and a huge mirror was mounted on the wall to the side of the bed. She smiled as she thought about last night and allowed herself to think toward what might still lie ahead as the evening progressed.

"How nice that you were able to make this trip, Jasmine. I can see why James wanted to bring you along. Paul is a lovely and talented man, but I sensed on his last trip that James much preferred lovely young ladies...such as you." Jasmine tingled at the sound of Nicole's accent; it seemed so sexy and evocative. She liked that she was having a private moment with her hostess.

"Well, thank you, Nicole. Merci! I'm thrilled to be here and so excited to be meeting you. I can't tell you how wonderful it is for me to be in Paris, but also in your home. Most of us in the office never get to meet the clients we work for. This is all incredibly exciting for me."

"The pleasure is all ours. Truly." She paused before going on. "So, pardon me for asking, Jasmine, but are you and James, umm, in a relationship?" Nicole inquired carefully.

"Hmm. This may sound strange, but, I don't know yet. Let's just say that things are, well, evolving," she said in reply. "I only met him for the first time about ten days ago, even though I've been with the agency for a few months."

"Mmhmm, I understand," Nicole replied with a knowing look. "Well, I know he is quite a bit older than you, but I will say that the two of you make a lovely couple. I find him to be a very sexy man, I must say. And I don't need to tell you how beautiful you are, Jasmine. Your photographs are a testament to that. And such a lovely dress," she added as Jasmine felt Nicole's eyes sweep over her slender maroon clad body.