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Pleasure Treasures
The table in the crowded conference room is pushed against the wall, now doing duty holding the bar, with a few hors d'ouerves. They're not bad, by the way. Just tried the dim sum, a little something to keep alcohol from kicking my ass before I have a chance to get a little buzz, which is really all I want or need at a business function. Especially since I'm new here. First week, in fact.So, this is where we have our annual office holiday party. I'm told the room is never big enough. We're packed in here like sardines. But, the economy being what it is, I guess we have to be frugal, have the party on-site. And, damn the politically correct! Why can't we just call it Christmas?
I just caught her eye, I think. Tall, blue eyed blonde, very nice body in her short blue silk dress, a great rack, great ass, nice legs in stockings and heels. A very nice smile as she held her lovely hand out to me. "Do I know you? Oh, you're the new employee in Purchasing." As she said it I thought, ah, you knew that already, didn't you!
"Yes, we haven't met. I'm Conrad, Conrad Simon." From across the room she was attractive, and now as I was looking at her at arm's length, I was able to refine my appraisal; she was stunning. Shoulder length ash blonde hair, with shimmering highlights, large cornflower blue eyes which outshined the dangling sapphire earrings that caressed her neck as she moved, a dazzling smile on a wide mouth that was as sensual as any man could hope for in a lifetime.
"Kudos to HR for bringing you in." And, later she told me what she was thinking: 'You're a hottie and a half.' "But then Natalie, the HR Manager, has a good eye. Of course, she wouldn't hire anyone unqualified, and your qualifications will do nicely. Nicely indeed." A slight smile played at the corners of her lush lips. 'DSLs' a friend of mine calls them, dick suckin' lips. The thought of that mouth on mine, or anywhere else on my body, got my briefs bulging.
"Why, thanks, it's very generous of you to say that. Um, I'm sorry but I didn't get your name. I've only been here a few days, still haven't gotten around to meeting everyone yet. Which department are you in?" I found that I was getting a bit disconcerted in her company. As we talked I couldn't help but notice her lovely neck, the cleft of pale cleavage between her full breasts.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I should have told you. I'm the CEO, but I've been out of town, with Bob Neil, the owner, for a few days. You're on my calendar for next week, to get acquainted. I'm Dorothy Holland." Oh, I'd heard about her, of course, and part of what I'd heard was that she was Mr. Neil's main squeeze. She definitely didn't fit the stereotype of someone who'd be running an adult oriented corporation like Pleasure Treasures, Inc. But then I recalled that it was common knowledge that she and Neil first got acquainted when he called a phone sex line and she was his 'date'. Her answer to 'how could you do that, and why?' "It paid off my student loans and got me a nice car and a new house."
"Ms. Holland, of course. A pleasure! So, shall we save the business for next week, or do you like to mix business with pleasure at these functions?"
My fervent hope was to skip business, and she told me what I wanted to hear. "Let's stay in party mode, shall we? I've seen your resume, which is quite impressive, so I think we can get to the nitty gritty next week. But, just to let you know, I'm looking for some new ideas here, some out of the box thinking for a change, and we think you're the right person for it. Let's leave it at that for now. We'll talk later in the week."
Very direct. Not one to mince words, no bush beating. Ah, that was such a double entrendre, and although unintended it had provoked another response in my briefs, wondering what her pussy looked like. I'm glad I hadn't said it aloud.
Listening to her sultry voice, I could see how she'd do so well with phone sex, a wet outcome with every call. Her voice was musical, soft and sensual, with low notes that made you listen more carefully, wanting to hear more. I could imagine listening to her, imagining how she must look, lush and radiantly naked and wanton to every caller, and knowing now that every fantasy she provided had a solid basis in truth. She was truly stunning.
Uh oh, watch out for incoming, four o'clock, babe! Carol, Holland's Executive Assistant, with a hungry look in her eye. Office vixen, from what I'd heard. But no dummy, and not hungry enough to try poaching on her boss's turf. And I'm right, she's veering off. But here comes the HR Director, Walter Bumblor.
"Dorothy, I was hoping to find you here. I left a message with your girl, but I guess you weren't in." Ah, good, you pompous ass, she ignored you, just like you're ignoring me, but you don't get it. How stupid can an upper level exec be? If he's any indication of the top management here, I'm in the wrong place.
"Walter, please! Address me as Ms. Holland! Now, I believe you know Mr. Simon, our new Purchasing Director." Ha, she's putting you in your place and you don't even realize it, you ignorant ass.
"Um, yes, oh, we met the other day. How's it going, um, ..."
"Conrad Simon. We met on Monday." But no outreach of hands, no offer to shake hands from either of us, taking my cue from her, and she's trying not to smile. I'll have to find out what his deal is. He has to know where the bodies are buried if he's this dense and this transparent and still drawing a paycheck.
"Um, yes, Simon. Good to see you. Now, Dorothy ..."
"Ms. Holland, if you please. I detest having to constantly remind you!"
The weasel blushed, finally got flustered, his eyes going everywhere but to ours. For a moment I felt sorry for him, but from the look on her face, which could melt ice or freeze lava, take your pick, I decided that would be bad.
"And, Walter, you know that I don't do business at social functions, so please get yourself on my calendar if you must see me. And, again, Carol is not my personal property and she's not a girl, she's a grown woman, a very capable woman." Her body language told everyone in the room that he was dismissed, but he didn't see it. Just then a very attractive honey blonde with a killer body approached. Natalie, who I was to learn was his self appointed guardian, and the real ruler of the HR domain, cruised in and deftly swept him away, a knowing glance to Dorothy as they left. This plot was thickening quickly.
"May I call you Conrad? Thanks, I don't want to be presumptuous. You'll find out soon enough, so this isn't telling tales: Walter is our albatross that we can't shake off. He's Mr. Neil's uncle, part of the inheritance. He's guaranteed a job for as long as he chooses to stay on here, and why should he leave? But with Natalie here he's harmless. But I shouldn't let him push my buttons." I glanced down to see that her nipples were becoming apparent thorough her thin silk dress. This was a very excitable woman and my growing erection stirred.
We talked for a bit, and I realized that it really was at least somewhat about work. More of an orientation tour from her perspective, and what better introduction to a corporate environment than the CEO's point of view?
"You know, as I was making my way to you earlier I saw that Carol was sharpening her claws for you. And I thought, but that might be your cuppa tea. Thought I'd just observe, test that theory. Hmmmmm. Then I saw you exchange glances and I thought, apparently not, it would appear. That's a promising sign."
"Oh, I don't know her, haven't met her, but on first sight, no, not my cup, as you put it."
"And what might your type be, if I may ask."
"Oh, I don't know that I have a type, but are we talking physically or overall? In general or specifically?" And why are you asking?, I thought.
She laughed, and I thought, good, you're enjoying yourself. I'm off to a good start. Are we flirting here? I think we are!
"And then I thought, it looks like you're headed over in this direction now too. Good. A man with a nose for subtlety, my type for sure. Was I really subtle?"
"Ms. Holland, I have to admit..."
"Dorothy, please."
"Dorothy, yes, I was making my way toward you. I didn't realize who you are, but I thought I should introduce myself to the most attractive woman here, if that's not too forward of me to say. And yes, you were subtle. I had no idea you'd noticed me. If I did I'd have waited for you to approach me."
She laughed, a full throated laugh, no prissy giggle, but not loud enough to cause curious glances either. And I noticed, not for the first time, how her breasts jiggled, the soft swell of cleavage now more apparent in the low cut of her dress. "Well, let's not split hairs, here, kiddo. As for who hit on whom, it's a coin toss. But I have an unfair advantage, since I knew who you are."
"True, so now I have two questions. What's your type?, and, am I your type?" Was I going too far out on a slender limb here?
"Fair enough. I owe you one. Oh, make that two. Here's the thing. Your resume outlines my type. Someone who came up through the ranks, who worked for what he has, but who still has a good reputation. Simple enough. The rest is window dressing, show biz. But to paraphrase my grand daddy, you can't shine mud."
Ah, now I was certainly intrigued. The CEO, who's reported to be the owner's woman, seeks me out, tells me in so many words that I'm her ideal male, and I have to come up with an appropriate response. Not too familiar, but not too restrained, either. Factor in that Mr. Neil surely didn't come up through the ranks. But I was saved, at least for the moment, by another interruption.
"Dorothy, about the award ceremony, I have the names and details you asked for." Natalie again, smiling this time, and so the lovely CEO excused herself, "But don't leave without saying good night." Ah.
The awards took the better part of an hour, with announcements of promotions that had occurred during the year, along with awards for various achievements. Everyone had a good time, no one was particularly boring in their acceptance speech, no one was too drunk. Then the lights were lowered slightly and the band played dance music, most of it slow.
As I was contemplating leaving, Dorothy came by. "Dorothy, very nice event. I'm sure the people who were recognized appreciate it a great deal. That's the best motivator, recognition and a little cash." We talked for a few minutes, and then we were dancing. We fit together surprisingly well for just having met, and I again had the distinct impression that I was being flirted with, but something more subtle. Less than flirting, but still somewhere on the road to seduction. I needed more information.
"You know, I'm new in the area, and I've been wondering what there is to do for some down time. Any ideas?"
"Indoors or outdoors?" Oh, man, is it me or is it getting hot in here? Am I reading more into this than there really is? Let's play it safe, this is the boss lady we're dealing with here.
"Nothing to do with cold or snow or discomfort. Nothing that involves a ball of any kind. No punishing physical contact. No expensive equipment."
"Hmm, that rules out so many things, winter for one. And golf, handball, racquet ball, tennis, volley ball, squash, soccer. Why the ball phobia, if I might ask?"
"Bad depth perception, can't tell where the ball is until it hits me in the head. And I hate the cold, but I love the water, so scuba or snorkeling or beach combing is right up my alley. Rollerblading is great, it's like skiing in good weather. Rock climbing, but not free climbing. And, if it's a contact sport, I'd have to pick boxing, but I'm too pretty to box."
She laughed again, which was my intent. "Conrad, I think we're going to get along quite well." We danced awhile longer, her body against mine just enough for me to feel every curve and crevice, the silk doing nothing to hide the warmth of her body, the hardness of her nipples, the firmness of her thighs. Then she asked "What about indoors? You really don't box, do you?" Man, this is too much too fast. But I have to get a grip on this. How do I do this and not get fired?
"No, but I've tried it, and I'm not that coordinated. But I like to work out, and working the bags takes a lot less hand to eye coordination and foot work than dodging a left hook or a right cross."
She laughed again, moved her hand up, her fingertips resting on my neck. Gave me chills, right down my spine, to my balls. Ahhh! I thought I heard her chuckle.
"Dorothy, let me be candid. You're gorgeous, and I say that sincerely because, well, it's evident, not because I work for you. You're intelligent, humorous, witty, what can I say? If I have a type, that's it. So if the circumstances were different I'd ask you to go out for a drink, see where it might lead. But we know that's not about to happen." I waited, as she looked into my eyes, and I knew then that she was in control, in complete control. I might as well lay down now and let her begin tap dancing on my hide. I was smitten.
"Never say never, Conrad. Never", and she laughed. "Alright, fair is fair. I'll be blunt. First, work. I really hired you for a specific project, which we'll talk about at another time. I sought you out, in fact. And now that I've met you, on to the social part. I've just decided that I'm going to seduce you. If you deny me, fair enough, you'll still work for me and that will be that. Of course, if we do 'hook up' as they say, all the better, socially as well as career wise. I guess that's unfair, but it's the truth. Better you should know."
Those deep blue eyes again, peering into my soul. She placed the tip of a finger to my lips. I wanted to suck it into my mouth, lick it, bite it. Lick and bite her. "Hush, don't say a thing, let's enjoy the music." I was enjoying her beautiful body against mine, and the combination of her thigh pressing against my semi-erection, and the fragrance of her hair and her body, with the sound of her breathing, her fingers on the back of my neck, the warmth beneath the silk, it was too much. Any one of those things would be enough. Try as I might, I couldn't control the growth in my briefs after being warned that I was very likely going to carnally enjoy this luscious woman.
Dorothy looked into my eyes, pressing against me one more time, giving me a blind tour of her body, from tits to knees, read my mind, smiled. "Umm, that's really nice, but not tonight, Conrad, not tonight. But soon, sweetie, soon, promise." The song ended, the dance was finished, we parted, we left, separately. I was grinning like a fool all the way home. And so hard for her.
For the next few days all went fine at work and we didn't run into each other, although I thought about her often, wondering what, if anything, would happen, especially in the seduction department. But I tried to concentrate on business. I made it a point to get to know my staff with one on one meetings and got around to meeting everyone else I thought I needed to get acquainted with.
Then, on Tuesday afternoon of the following week I was sitting in Dorothy's office, after being admitted by Carol, who was quite open in bantering with me in more than a light sexual way. I thought it was her way of establishing herself, and of seeing how far I'd go. But I kept to business and she sent me in to wait for Dorothy.
For several minutes I had the luxury of admiring the art work on the walls and tables and the standing sculpture. There was a large antique cherry desk in one corner, with a full wooden front and sides, the top polished and gleaming, with only a phone and a laptop connected to a flat monitor on it. A workspace against one wall which was really an unwalled cubicle, separated from the room only by a shoji screen, with several PCs and two printers. The rest of the large room, part of a suite, was furnished with sofas and chairs around tables in front of a ceiling to floor window that took up an entire wall, and I could imagine a few or a lot of people here. I knew there was a corporate board room on the next floor, so I admired Dorothy for having such an intimate yet exciting work environment. Ah, that would be putting it mildly, as I was to find out.
Dorothy entered, not by the door from the outer office, but another door, almost hidden if you weren't looking for it, which I was to learn was her private bathroom, complete with Jacuzzi and shower, and a bidet.
"Conrad, hello, good to see you again. Did you enjoy the party?" No mention of her suggestive comments, and I thought for a moment that perhaps she'd had too much to drink. But then she looked at me, those azure eyes dazzling like lasers, and I knew that she'd been completely sober, and now she had all the time in the world. I noticed that her ash blonde hair was pulled back, which made her blue eyes stand out even more. Her figure was only partially concealed by her pinstriped charcoal business suit, but her skirt was short enough to again show how lovely her legs were in very nice three inch heels.
Rather than answer I decided to take another tack. "Dorothy, or should I call you Ms. Holland at work?"
"Dorothy, please, always."
"Well, at the party you intrigued me with the comment about a special project you sought me out for." I thought better of mentioning the comment about seducing me. "Is that on today's agenda, or will you keep me in the dark a while longer, and if that's the case, why? I'm really anxious to get to it."
"Conrad, it's a long story, so let me start at the beginning. Bob inherited Pleasure Treasures from his mother, who started it about the same time as VS came on the scene. It was a place for women to look for and try on and buy lingerie that was more than underwear, it looked like and felt like the things the sex bombs were wearing in the movies of the forties. Business was good until the internet began siphoning from the bricks and mortars, so Bob had the foresight to hire me to make our presence felt on the web. That was about two years ago." She seemed anxious to give me her side of the history, although I'd already read the latest annual reports, so I let her talk without interruption.
"As I was doing the research for similar web sites I kept running across sites that sold not only lingerie, but toys and videos and had links to all other kinds of adult oriented things and services. So I made some proposals to Bob, and he let me run with most of them."
Now I felt that she was just patting herself on the back, but I let her run.
"You might know that there's more profit for the volume in porn than in mainstream video sales. Porn accounts for about 40% of video sales and rentals In the US but there's a lot more profit to be made from it. So I got a video site going, with DVDs only, and added it as a link to our web site. I also started a sister line of lingerie, with more suggestive apparel like crotchless panties, and leggings, which are panty hose and a garter with belts, but all one piece. Open bras that showcase nipples, panties that have beaded thongs for stimulation between her legs. Again, more profit from less volume. Our next logical step was to have a sex toy outlet, and we got that up and running last year, and changed our logo to get that message across. We still have our basic lingerie shops but the real money is from the sex links."
Dorothy stood up, her eyes locking on mine. "Tell you what, that's enough for now, let's discuss something else." Damn, I couldn't pin her down! I've been here for a week and still didn't know what my real job was going to be.
She slipped her jacket off, and I was mildly surprised to see that she was wearing a thin ivory lace cami. She turned before I could get a better look at her full breasts and I couldn't see any bra strap across her back. Her hips moved seductively as she walked to the window, laid her jacket on a chair, looked out across the city. God, what a magnificent ass! I thought of the line in the movie, a mind for business and a body for sin.
"Conrad, come here." More an order than a request, but it didn't bother me. "I could have a corner office but this is a better view." I joined her, standing beside her, conscious now of the faint scent she was wearing, or emitting. It was so sensual it seemed more organically female than chemical. And the view really was fantastic, looking out over the city as far as the eye could see.
"Conrad, I know you're divorced. I know you're not currently in a monogamous relationship." I started to speak. "Wait. I know more about you than I have a right to know, more than you'd want me to know. And I know how much you enjoy women. Wait." She turned to me, raised her hand to touch my face, her finger on my lips. "It's alright, it'll be alright, promise." The look on her face said, 'kiss me, kiss me now!', and I hesitated a moment, but the look didn't change. "Promise, really." I kissed her, a soft tentative kiss. She came against me, her body just touching mine, her breasts just touching me, her nipples already hard, her lovely hands soft on my face, fingertips caressing, her hips barely against me. Our lips met, barely, softly. But it was electric!
After a few seconds, well, much longer than a few seconds, I thought to pull back, but as I did she parted her lips, and I could feel that delicious first time feeling, her tongue warm, sweet, wet, and I met it with mine. And our bodies met, melding together like two pieces to some sensual sizzling puzzle.
We stood there, kissing, for probably a minute, who knows, who cares. It was so sensual, so soft and sweet and erotic, and then we both pulled back. Her eyes were on mine again, but bluer now, deeper, her face a bit flushed, her lips seemingly fuller, and her hands moved to my tie. "Let me." She slipped the knot down, pulled the end through, pulled it out of the collar, unbuttoned the top button. "You, too, Conrad." Her eyes had changed again, the lids seeming heavier, closing a little more.
We undressed each other in front of the window, never a thought as to the offices across the street. Her ivory cami, which was the first piece to come off, had covered a lace bra that was so transparent as to be almost invisible, her hard nipples standing at attention, waiting for my touch. The bra was part of a set, with tanga panties and thigh highs. She shimmied out of her skirt, let it drop to the floor, then slowly removed the bra, holding it to her full beasts for a moment, her blue lust filled eyes peering into mine, then let the bra, and her beautiful breasts, fall free. Standing there, in thigh highs and high heels, gorgeous breasts thrust forward, the nipples pointing to the ceiling, with a smile that could light a large city, she was simply beautiful. Without a word she stripped me bare. As she sank down before me, balancing on her feet, and before the world outside the window, I came to my senses.
"Dorothy, wait, the window, your door, ..."
"It's fine, it's fine. It's my office, no one will come in except Bob, and if he's around Carol will know and warn me well in advance." She never mentioned the window, not as she licked the tip of my hard cock, her tongue sliding around and then beneath the helmet ridge, flicking there, her nails scraping my nut sack, took my stiff cock into her warm mouth, into her throat, her tongue licking as she sucked, her fingers caressing my balls, one hand stroking my shaft in rhythm to her moving mouth. She pushed my cock up against my belly, licked from tip to balls, wrapped her fingers around one of my boys with her thumb and forefinger, making it swell out against the membrane holding them, licked, then sucked it into her mouth, moaning as she worked her tongue and lips on it, her humming driving me nearly to the brink.
She never mentioned the window as she bent over, leaning against the clear thick glass, reaching back to guide my aching cock into the silken slippery slit of her pussy, past the wet lips. She arched her spine, her head back, my hands holding her by the nape of the neck, my lips brushing along her spine as I plunged into her, buried fully in the warm wet cavern of her sex. And she was so fucking wet! And tight!
She never mentioned the window as I licked her fragrant pussy from behind, her hands holding her ass cheeks apart, my nose in her musky grove, her moans distorted by her face against the window. Her downy covered lips were matted with her cream, so sweet, like a juicy peach just dipped into the warm ocean.
She never mentioned the window as she leaned her shoulders back against it, one leg around my hip, my cock deep up in her cunt nudging her g-spot with every stroke, not when she screamed as she came, and not as she made me cum in her, pumping my hot sticky semen into her tight space, her sugar walls clasped tightly around me, not as she licked her cream and my cum from my still throbbing cock. Then, "It excites me to think that someone may be watching!"
She led me into her private bathroom, where she had me lick her frothy cunt as she sat on the bidet: "Conrad, I love having sex at the window. It's really exciting for me, to be naked like that, to be doing something so forbidden. You might not believe this but I've led a very sheltered life until recently." My two middle fingers were hooked up in that slippery slit, caressing the roof of her vault as I licked and sucked and nibbled at her clit. She came again, shaking as she moaned, for what seemed like minutes, over and over the refrain, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Each time I stopped she'd pull my face tighter to her cunt. "I'm still cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!", until she fell onto me, gasping for breath, laughing softly.
She spread her engorged lips apart again. "Lick it again. Umm, fuck, that's so good!" talking to me all the while until she came yet again, whispering, "oh, oh, oh!" Then we showered, her squatting down again on the balls of her feet, moaning as she took me into her mouth, her tongue licking along the shaft as she held my balls, caressing them tenderly, until I was in her throat and she was moaning continuously as she sucked my cock. It seemed to go on forever.
I leaned back against the tile wall, eyes closed, listening to her moaning and slurping, until her tongue on my cock, her hands on my balls, had me shooting against those gorgeous tits. She took me in her mouth again, milking every drop from me with her stroking fingers. She stood, I licked her tit, licked her tongue. "Umm, tastes sooo good! I'd never tasted a man's cum until last year, can you believe it! Now I can't get enough." And I was to find that to be true.
After we'd gotten mostly dressed, with Dorothy in her skirt and cami, no bra or panties or stockings, she made coffee at the workspace and we sat, sipping the rich brew as we talked, a typical business meeting, as if nothing had happened. I have to admit I was still a bit dazzled by her approach to me and the subsequent sex, but I bore down and tried my best to concentrate on her words and not on her shimmering eyes, her luscious lips, her beautiful breasts.
"Conrad, I've taken advantage of you, for several reasons. Because I can, because I wanted to. Because I want you to work with me to take over this company." She saw the startled look on my face. "Wait. I know all about you, all the things between the lines of your resume. Nothing dishonest or illegal, never accused of any wrong doing. In fact, quite the contrary. Best marks for getting the job done, on time, on budget, or below budget. I know your last three employers, um, intimately. So we know where we stand. If you want in, tell me; if not, not. But I have to know now."
I was dumbstruck, gobsmacked as the Brits say. My mind was racing. What did she know, what had she heard? But it was true. There was nothing illegal, on paper. Nothing proved, never even accused, as she said. I nodded.
"Conrad, say it." Her eyes held mine, the tip of her pink tongue brushing across her full red upper lip. Then a slight smile, and I knew I really was smitten. She had me. By the short and curlies. By the balls. Wrapped around her little finger. This was insane. Working for a woman who is the owner's woman. No sane person would go for a deal like this. Not in a million years.
"Yes, I'm interested, but it has to be real, has to have a solid chance of success."
She looked at me, her eyes questioning me.
"Okay, I'm in."
"Here's the plan."
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