Lapdancing Girlfriend Ch. 05

Jen paused until Mr. DeWight patted the inside of her leg and whispered, "Go ahead dear."

"I said," Jen stated more loudly, "I didn't hire them. Sapphire—the girl who looks like a teenager—I told to come back next week, but the other girl I'm not going to hire," she said. Feeling like she needed to defend her position, she said, "The girl will be nothing but trouble for the other girls, and there's already too much unrest at your club," she said, glancing at Mr. DeWight for his nod of approval.

She was startled as the man suddenly burst out with a yell. "YOU'RE not hiring!" his accent even thicker in his anger. "Who the fuck do you think you are bitch, I already hired them!" he spat.

Jen's stress finally hit the final straw as all hesitation and tension broke inside of her. She was tired of being manipulated, forced out of her normal life, her dealings with Mr. DeWight for the past few hours leaving her stretched completely within her mind as she finally found an outlet for her emotions, quickly turning into anger.

"No. You did not hire her, you merely screened her and sent her here. I have the final say in what girls do and do not get hired, for your club or anybody else's," she said, leaning up in Mr. DeWight's lap and looking pointedly at each of the monitors. "That's the whole purpose of them coming here, so for the last fucking time, I...Did...Not...Hire...Them," she said succinctly.

"Fucking whore!" the manager from the Houston club yelled. "We have a staffing problem, and those bitches need to be on the floor tomorrow!" he yelled into the monitor.

Jen realized if the man had been in the room, she probably would have been more intimidated; however, the anonymity of being on a video screen caused her to have more resolved as she sat up straighter. Glancing at Mr. DeWight, who was grinning and nodding for her to go on, she stated, "Actually, you don't have a staffing problem, you have scheduling issues. You already have more girls than any other club, and several of the girls have been asking for additional shifts, so you can let them have any slacked shifts until I decide on an appropriate replacement," she told the man, whose anger had him stuttering in the monitor.

Discounting her completely, the irate manager shifted hissed to Mr. DeWight, "Mr. DeWight, please tell this fucking slut how things work around here."

There was a pause as everybody looked at Mr. DeWight, who was obviously enjoying the boldness Jen was exhibiting as he finally spoke up.

"Actually," Mr. DeWight said, squeezing Jen's thigh firmly in reassurance, his thumb almost adjacent to her crotch, "Diamond has the right of it," he said to the surprise of everybody. "As Spokesmodel, Diamond is officially the VP of Ecdysiast Services, in charge of all the dancers. Although that has been up until now an honorific title, she has requested to play a more integral role in the management of the girls," he said as several outbursts came from the television sets causing Mr. DeWight to raise his voice to finish, "and I have agreed under certain...conditions," he said staring directly into Jen's eyes.

Jen gasped as Mr. DeWight's hand immediately moved to cup her crotch, a warm surge going through her body at the contact, her hips jerking in his lap.

She should have been appalled, embarrassed, or any of a hundred emotions, but instead, all she could focus on was the pressure of his palm against her mons as her pulse suddenly sped up within her.

"What exactly does that mean, sir?" asked another dark-skinned manager with a thick, possibly Spanish accent, briefly drawing Jen's attention away from her physical dilemma.

"What that means gentlemen is Diamond will be performing the duties exactly for which the position was designed for; Diamond is in charge of all the girls from all the clubs in more than just name. She will be the final say in hiring, their management, their training, and dealing with their complaints and any other issues pertaining to the dancers," he told the shocked managers.

"And firing," Jen said, feeling she should also be able to correct any mistakes of wrongfully hired girls as she came across them, but more importantly prevent the managers retaliating against anybody she hired.

Mr. DeWight shrugged, the movement causing his hand so slide across her crotch as she tried to ignore the placement of his hand. There was only a thin piece of metallic cloth between his skin and hers, and the placement of his hand was causing her body to heat up.

Based on the managers' still discussing her role in the management of the dancers, she figured they could not see the placement of Mr. DeWight's hand due to the angle of the table, thankful for small miracles. Either that or there were too distraught over her apparent insurgency.

"Sir, this is highly irregular," the skinny nerd-like guy with Tim said. "How are we supposed to manage a club when the sole reason for that club—the girls—are not under our purview?" he asked.

Others on the screens vocalized their agreement, everybody talking at once, and all in like mind with the skinny man.

Jen twitched suddenly when Mr. DeWight's had moved from between her legs as he held it up for silence. The sudden absence of his hand left her with a feeling of want, ashamed at her body's reaction to the man's invasive touch.

"Gentlemen, please," he said loudly, immediately quieting them down. "You will still have to deal with the day to day management of the girls as well as the rest of the club," he told them with reassurance. "But as the corporate liaison for the girls Diamond has the final say on any major decisions for them," he said, again holding up his hand to stop any discussion. "Now that's not to say she has to approve every schedule, sick day, or shift change," he told them, looking down directly at her as she nodded her head, agreeing with his stipulation. "However," he went on, "it does mean in terms of hiring," he paused and smiled at her before continuing, "and firing as well as resolving personnel issues and their complaints, grievances, and other major issues, she is their corporate contact," he told them.

Mr. DeWight let the men grumble a bit more before he said succinctly, "Is that clear?" he asked the room.

The tone within his voice was one Jen had heard before, it meant he expected—and received—no additional comments, the room quieting down almost immediately.

Smiling at his own power even amongst the other men, he lowered his hand, placing it upon Jen's hip as he continued speaking, his tone almost nonchalant as if ordering the men to completely change the way they managed their clubs was an everyday occurrence.

"Now since we're on the subject of change, there are going to be a few more," the man said as he smiled at Jen.

Suddenly her mouth opened in surprise as she felt the strap of her thong spring free, Mr. DeWight obviously unsnapping the clasp! Jen looked at Mr. DeWight who was smiling as her mouth went dry, her heart racing as Mr. DeWight's hand slowly and deliberately slid across her pelvis, his palm against her skin as he once again placed his hand between her legs—only this time his palm directly upon her skin of her crotch without the barrier of cloth!

Jen was in shock, not realizing how much she had relied on the thin covering of her thong until it was gone. She looked at Mr. DeWight who was still smiling down at her before he raised his head and began talking to the rest of the room—his demeanor calm and controlled, giving no indication he was lewdly groping the naked woman lying across his lap, his bare hand resting across the skin of her slit.

Jen's mind was barely able to interpret her boss' words, being completely overwhelmed, dazed, and in shock at his blatant shameless touch; however, as Mr. DeWight's voice filled the room with a commanding tone, even she was compelled to listen to him.

"First, as I mentioned, Diamond will be the final say on hiring new girls. You will still all be the ones to recommend them, but the final decision rests with her, and I expect you all to comply with her decisions. Also, in regards to hiring," he paused, his hand slowly beginning to move back and forth across Jen's crotch to her fear and horror, "effective immediately and to include this week's group of interviews, each girl's travel will now be paid for by your individual clubs," he said.

Jen's attention was pulled away from the mans' touch upon her in surprise, as she looked up at him as the room once again burst out with more yells of concern. She had not planned on the girls' travel coming out of club expenses, instead stating the company should pay! She could understand the managers' consternation as the clubs were only a fraction of the company's earnings. She knew the company as a whole could afford paying travel as she suggested, but for it to come out of the club's own proceeds was something she had never planned.

Looking up at Mr. DeWight, she saw him smile down at her as he placed their conferencing on mute and telling her he was doing this to avoid the managers sending bad interviews and shirking their own duties on hiring. "If one of the managers thinks a girl is worth hiring, then he can back that up by paying for her to fly out here," he told her quietly as the managers continued talking amongst themselves.

From the conversations coming through the speakers, Jen knew they were blaming all the changes on her, as Mr. DeWight looked back up to the screens and unmuted them.

"Gentlemen!" he said loudly, once again getting everybody's attention. "I would like to clarify that although Diamond suggested travel for interviews be paid for," he said as Jen once again felt everybody's eyes on her in anger before he continued, "but it is MY decision for it to come out of each club's expenses," he told them as Jen looked at him with some relief. "My purpose is to verify each of you are diligent in your interviewing and screening processes, which has become slack as of late," he admonished to the men on the screens. "I say this to make sure you do not punish Diamond by sending every pair of bad tits to her and not picking the best girls for the job. If you need girls, you screen them, and then send the best up here for Diamond to review," he told them. "Diamond has been in this business long enough to know a good dancer, and that's what we are trying to promote, quality over quantity," he said to them.

Although Jen could see the obvious disapprovals in all the manager's faces, their looks centered on her apparent even through a television monitor, she knew they would follow Mr. DeWight's direction. Even they knew not to piss off the man.

Suddenly Jen jerked in surprise, a gasp coming out of her mouth as Mr. DeWight's hand once again moved between her legs, his middle finger running along her slit, his finger moving from back to front over the junction between her labia.

With complete and utter humiliation she felt her body respond, the warmth within her lower abdomen a clear indication of his effect upon her. She closed her eyes as Mr. DeWight made a soft chuckle as she felt his finger suddenly glide across her slit, her body's wetness betraying her and letting Mr. DeWight know how she was reacting to his touch. Jen felt her pulse speed up as her nipples hardened, the beat of her heart pulsing through her thunderously as Mr. DeWight gently stroked her.

She was no longer thinking about the men's anger, her mind solely focused on her boss' finger as it gently glided across her womanhood.

As if from another room she listened as Mr. DeWight proceeded to outline her mentorship program, a chorus of relief coming from the television screens as he told them travel for those engagements would come from corporate funds. But her mind was more focused on the man's hand between her legs, her arousal growing even more as his finger—now coated with her arousal—glided across opening.

Although the managers probably agreed with Mr. DeWight's comments about the quality of dancers, Jen knew they were not happy with her role in overseeing the women. It was a no-brainer to know the benefit of better trained workers, and she was surprised the idea had never come up before. She remembered Mr. DeWight's comments on the last two Spokesmodels doing nothing but dancing and performing their filming obligations.

She understood the managers' concerns, as some of them had probably been managing the girls even when Elsie was dancing and helping out Mr. DeWight. For probably the first time in their lives their clubs' success resided on somebody else other than them, so she did feel some sympathy for their objections.

Abruptly Jen gasped as Mr. DeWight's finger pressed harder against her cleft, his finger sliding between the folds of her labia, his finger smoothly slipping over her core, her hips involuntarily jerking as it passed across her clitoris. Jen was almost oblivious to the room while Mr. DeWight stroked her, sucking in short breaths each time his finger passed over her clitoris.

"One final thing," Mr. DeWight said as Jen shamefully realized her hips had begun slowly rocking in response to Mr. DeWight's touch.

Again in an attempt to take her mind off what was happening to her she attempted to focus on the conversation, turning her head from Mr. DeWight's pleased face and looking at the television monitors. She saw their expressions all similar, preparing for another unwelcomed statement from their boss.

"I am giving the green light on production settings for Diamond's tour," he said, catching her attention at the mention of her name.

Jen did not know what he was talking about other than it involving her, but she felt a sudden dread at the response of the managers, some of them looking at her intently with grins. Wondering what his words meant, as well as trying to ignore the obvious response from her body at Mr. DeWight's hand between her legs, he continued.

"Diamond and I have reached an understanding, and she is willing to abide by the terms of her contract," he said, "so I see no reason not to approve all of your suggestions."

She felt Mr. DeWight's eyes upon her as she looked back at him, seeing his smile. "Isn't that right Diamond?" he asked.

Jen's mouth flew open as she suddenly gasped, an unwanted groan escaping her lips as her body jerked uncontrollably as Mr. DeWight's finger abruptly slipped into her wet core!

"Unh-ah-oh!" her groan came, obviously audible to the other men as Jen heard several chuckles from the monitors. Without realizing it, she closed her eyes, her mind focusing on the invasion of her person as her entire body flushed with lust and humiliation as the men now comprehended what was going on.

Lacking any control, Jen's breathing became ragged as her hips shamefully moved in response to Mr. DeWight's finger sliding in and out of her core. Her body, already aroused at the exhibitionism being practically naked in the room in the first place, now became inflamed with desire as her hips moved in rhythm with Mr. DeWight's hand, slowly speeding up as his pace increased.

Jen's body was on fire, her mind appalled at how easily Mr. DeWight was pulling her strings, her arousal peaking faster than ever as she began to hear the soft squishing noises of his finger moving in and out of her wet slit faster and faster.

Without even realizing it, she dropped her outer leg off Mr. DeWight's lap, her foot landing loudly on the floor as her legs spread open, giving the man complete exposure to her sex.

She was completely humiliated, debased at lying across her boss' lap as he fingered her openly before over half a dozen guys—one of them her very own fiancé!

But her body did not care, all her control lost in lust which overrode any resolve and decorum she could feel as she felt an orgasm build within her.

The meeting was no longer a concern as Mr. DeWight tilted his head down, Jen crying out in desire as he took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking the sensitive flesh into his hot orifice. Mr. DeWight's hand was moving rapidly, his finger slamming in and out of her cunt as she let out another yell when his tongue fluttered across her hardened bud.

In complete surrender Jen let her head fall back, completely lost in arousal as Mr. DeWight began using two fingers to sexually assault her, his teeth continuing to bite down on her nipple.

Jen's propriety was completely over the edge, abasing herself on the lap of her fiancé's rival without any reluctance, and when his thumb pressed tightly against her clit, her body exploded. All at once Jen's hips thrusted uncontrollably into his hand, her entire body moving as if she was having a seizure.

As the orgasm rushed through her body Jen could not control herself as she whimpered, "Oh God! Yes!" over and over as her release flooded through her entire being.

In the background, almost as if in a dream, Jen heard clapping, slowly making out a couple of the men's voices coming across the monitors saying "Well done sir." But at this point Jen no longer cared about them, her body completely saturated with her orgasm as Mr. DeWight's fingers still moved in and out of her, triggering her to once again cum, the waves of her climax hitting her over and over, lustful desire spreading throughout her soul as she laid complacently across her boss' lap, subjecting herself in complete abandonment.

Eventually Mr. DeWight's hand stopped, his fingers still lodged within her wet core as she heard him say through her orgasm-enriched mind, "Gentleman, I think this is a perfect ending for the meeting, don't you agree?"

Suddenly his fingers abruptly pulled from her body, and Jen let out an involuntary whimper—to the other men's obvious amusement—as she heard the men agree with Mr. DeWight's statement, telling him they could get used to this being on the agenda at every meeting as they laughed.

Jen's body pinked in shame, squeezing her eyes shut even harder as she laid splayed vulgarly across her boss' lap as embarrassment and humiliation overcame her, even while at the same time relishing her post-orgasmic release.

Her mind screaming within her, now that her release was over and reason once again came to her awareness.

What the hell was going on?

Normal people did not have a board meeting naked, or get off another employee in front of the others!

These and a thousand other thoughts coursed through her mind's resurgence, now that her body's arousal had been satiated and she was once again cognizant of her surroundings.

Her eyes still closed, she suddenly felt Mr. DeWight's finger against her lip and immediately responded by opening her mouth, sucking on the wet fingers inserted into her mouth. Jen tasted the tangy yet sweet taste of her own arousal. Opening her eyes, she was chagrined to see Mr. DeWight smiling down at her, as she unconsciously cleaned his fingers of her very own sex.

A few moments later he pulled his finger from her mouth and Jen finally turned her head, seeing the lustful stares of all the managers on the television screens. She had thought they had left, her body once again overcome with humiliation and shame at being degraded before them.

Her eyes involuntarily moved and rested on Dan's image, sitting in Mr. DeWight's office at the Satin Kitty. His face was expressionless other than his lips pursed tightly as he contained his feelings.

A tear welled up in her eye, slowly rolling down her cheek at his image, while Mr. DeWight told the men he would see them the following week. Immediately the televisions went blank, Dan's face turning into nothing but a blank screen as she silently cried in shame.

"Well, that went better than I thought," Mr. DeWight's voice said in the quiet room, catching her attention. "I think we were quite successful getting them thinking of other things besides you taking over their management of their girls," he said to her, "don't you agree?"