CHAPTER 4: BOARD OF DIRECTORS MEETING

“Ah, my favorite Accounts team.”

My team consisting solely of me and the two Account Specialists I recruited from the 2nd floor were seated around the small conference table in my new office. It had been a little more than two weeks since I had moved into my new office and condo; the same two weeks since spending the memorable weekend at the Woodburn’s.

Mr. Woodburn stood in the open door. It was not a common occurrence to find him venturing out of the sanctuary of the 11th floor. Since taking this position, I had used it to encourage him in certain matters and his visibility with the employees was one of those matters. He considered himself the kind of senior manager that allowed managers down the line the freedom of management without interference and suggested to me that Trudy and I were the exceptions where he applied a more hands-on approach. That, of course, warranted a groan from me. I still suggested that it would be good for employees to see his presence in their work areas as symbolic of his interest in them.

He was making his rounds periodically, but I still sensed he stopped in our area more frequently as a more familiar group to him. It was always strange to me to have him stop by my office or our area to talk. I had been conditioned that when I met with him I would undress. I wondered if he felt the same turmoil when he came to my office and I didn’t move to take off my outfit. That question would be answered when he mentioned that he would like to see me in his office before the end of work today.

* * * * *

“Hi Trudy, I hope he is still here. My day suddenly got very busy and he didn’t give me a particular time to meet, just by the end of the day.” Trudy was just gathering her items and shutting down her computer. “And … how’s Adam? Are you going to introduce me sometime?”

She chuckled, “Introduced him to YOU?!? Do you think I am out of my mind?” She winked at me and said he was good … very good … and we should get together some night for dinner since we were in the same building. Then, “Yes, the man’s still here. He’s been busy, too. Some important business dinner. He’s had me arranging for a catered dinner. Maybe that’s what he wants to talk to you about.” She shrugged her shoulders. Apparently, she didn’t have too many details, yet. That usually meant it was still in flux. Trudy always knew the details. She winked at me as she gathered up her purse and shoulder bag, “Hadn’t seen you in there today. Working late tonight?”

I smiled at the implication and raised my eyebrows, “You know him … work, work, work.” She laughed and I knocked on the door.

“Sorry, it took me so long, Sir. The day got busy …” I was walking deliberately, as always, to the spot between the two guest chairs in front of his desk. I was already reaching behind my neck to unclasp and unzip the dress. We had already made another modification to my dress code to include a little more cleavage besides the short hem. Both might be pushing the boundaries of normal business decorum, but since I reported only to Mr. Woodburn, and it was at his direction, nobody else dared object.

He smiled as he leaned back in his chair to watch. Something else that always happened. He was, also, almost always quiet as I removed my clothes and waited for his gesture to sit in one of the chairs. This time was different, though.

“Tina, your influence on my Wife has been fun for us. Tell me honestly, did we overstep the bounds by involving you in our personal lives?”

I was standing before him in stockings, heels, and jewelry. He motioned for me to sit, which I did. I took the opportunity to flash him slowly, something I had decided to add to our ritual, by exaggerating the motion of crossing my legs by spreading them a bit more than necessary in the process. Now, I could count on his eyes glued to my exposed Pussy as I took my seat. Now, I was not merely reacting to his directed needs but devising my own ways of enticing and teasing him myself. The slut inside me was taking a firm hold on me.

“Sir, I agreed to be your personal slut. True, it had implications of being used for the firm in dealing with clients, but, from the beginning, I had no misconceptions that this was anything but very personal for you. In a very real way, adding control to your Wife could be considered a natural extension of yours. I am pleased to serve both of you and more pleased if it adds to your relationship with her.”

He smiled. “She’ll be glad to hear that.”

I felt a tingle at the memory of that weekend. “I will give her a call, Sir.”

“Now, the reason for wanting to talk to you …”

I pouted playfully, “Work?”

He laughed. “Yes, my dear slut, we do first work for the firm.” He laughed, again, at my playfulness and did not miss when I changed legs being crossed. I knew my nipples were already hard and I could feel the slickness between my legs. He put both hands on the surface of the desk in mock sternness, “Do I need to fuck you, slut, so we can devote just a little time to business?” I replied with another pout but neither of us could hold the acting very long before we were laughing.

“As I told you, the Board approved the creation of your position and ‘unofficially’ approved the application of the slut aspect. Everyone is very conscious of the potential legal issues surrounding the implication of sexual harassment or, worse, assault. They are trusting us, especially me, to use the highest judgment for its use. Several members of the Board have reached out to me for a … presentation, maybe we could say regarding the Executive Accounts and how you, as a slut, might be applied. I anticipate questions after the presentation and perhaps some challenges to gauge our commitment.”

My nipples became harder. “Sex with the Board, Sir? The entire Board?”

“I wouldn’t rule it out. They already approved the use of Sex while keeping that approval unofficial. We are technically sitting out there without the Board’s approval should anything go seriously wrong. That is not one of my worries, though.” I nodded in agreement. “I am considering a semi-formal dinner at my home without spouses after the Board meeting.” I questioned him with the obvious. “No, not Deborah, either. She would go visit a friend, which she does occasionally, anyway.” He had leaned forward but again leaned back as he considered it further. “Yes, I think that best. If they might think spouses could be included in some way, it can be at another time and place. I am envisioning you providing a PowerPoint presentation of the major accounts we currently have and a review of several we have identified to pursue. I want them to see you as the responsible executive you are and to see me as your support. I want them to especially see you as much more than the slut.” I nodded and agreed. “I will work out the timing and details through Trudy, but I am thinking of saving the end of the Board Meeting for your presentation to them, fielding any questions, and not addressing the slut part immediately. It will, of course, be increasingly in the backs of their minds.”

He hesitated and watched me. His eyes moved down to my nipples several times. I had the sense he was gauging my reaction. He expressed how he thought both the meeting and dinner with the Directors might flow. He wanted my feedback, but I had little to offer. Although he had enjoyed me sexually and in a variety of ways, my being a slut for him had only been personal. If this happened, it would be my first time with others I barely knew. It was an inevitability and, besides, this was the Board, which made it even more significant in my mind.

“As you know, the Board is made up of six people: five men and a woman.”

I smiled. “You saw my comfort with your Wife and Trudy, Sir.” He smiled. Settled.

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On the day of the Board Meeting, the schedule I received indicated the actual meeting through the afternoon, then a break for them to return either home or to their hotel to refresh and dress for dinner, which would be catered at Mr. Woodburn’s home at 8:00 PM. It had a note added to the email specifically for me: one of my business dresses with cleavage for the meeting; and, a special dress he gave me for more formal situations for the dinner. And, I should arrive early for the dinner.

The laptop was primed with my presentation. It would be shown through the in-house wi-fi to the large flat-screen monitor on the wall at the end of the room. Mr. Woodburn had buzzed for me to join the meeting and he and I stood before them in front of the large monitor as they re-took their seats after getting some refreshments while I entered and prepared the system. He introduced me and made some introductory comments, then stepped to the side allowing me full command of the presentation. I flipped through the slides covering all the accounts I had inherited, then moved on to potential accounts Mr. Woodburn had identified. This segment of slides included information procured from multiple sources indicating susceptibility to our approach. We had already brought in a couple accounts through normal business relationships while using care in identifying accounts to target for our new approach.

Following the presentation, there was a flurry of probing questions from the Directors regarding the accounts, clients, risk, and profitability. These were all standard fare circling around the business aspects of the accounts. Mr. Woodburn stayed at the side in his chair he had pushed away from the massive conference table. At one point when I flipped back to specifically address a client detail, I glanced at Mr. Woodburn as I turned to use the laser pointer to hi-lite several lines of data to address the question. I found his face serene as he sat comfortably back in the chair while intently watching the faces and body language of the Directors. He had an exceedingly please look on his face. Inwardly, I gave myself a smile.

Then, the meeting changed. I waited patiently to see if there might be another question but found none. One of the Directors thanked me by name and expressed his pleasure and satisfaction. Others added similar comments.

There was a pause, almost awkward, then, “Charles, you’re saying Miss James here is now acting as your personal slut …”

Mr. Woodburn interrupted him, “I can assure you nothing is ACTING about Miss James in this relationship.” He stood and joined me to stand front and center. “Are you just pretending, Miss James? Are you playing me?”

I flushed at the directness of the discussion and the room was now totally silent, seven pairs of eyes watching me, more than a few of those eyes also scanning my body. “Sir, I would think my actions have spoken far better than any words I might provide.” Mr. Woodburn winked at me. It was a moment and I saw all of the others smiling and commenting quietly among themselves.

The original questioner took up his question, though. “Excellent response, Miss James. Allow me to rephrase the question, Charles. You’re saying that with Miss James, AS your slut, works on our top accounts and will do whatever you direct her to secure and keep those accounts?”

“The only meaningful answer should again come from Miss James.”

I consciously took a couple steps closer to them, closing the gap before retaking a confident stance. “Yes, Sirs and Ma’am. That is exactly how this is going to work. I am sure each of you knows of people who, in their personal image of power and control, find Sex so enticing they may willingly compromise on many things to enjoy it. Then add in a woman who is not only willing and eager but an executive. These people of power were given the opportunity of enjoying not only a slut but an executive like themselves. Imagine some of these men and women. The offer of a slut, some whore or escort hired, might be alluring enough, but a business executive who provides the same thing?”

The woman of the group, “For the sake of argument, how does giving clients the use of a slut improve our position in their business?” It was interesting to me that the lone woman in the group looked directly into my eyes as she emphatically referred to me as a slut.

This felt like as much a challenge to my person as it might to Mr. Woodburn’s idea. So, I didn’t look to Mr. Woodburn, and he remained silent, continuing to allow me full control of the Board of Directors since they had already re-focused their attention fully on me. Since the actions of the Board had changed the tenor of the meeting, I took it to yet another level. I moved slowly, exaggerating my walk, around the outside of the occupied chairs around the table lightly brushing up against the backs of the chairs. I looked each in the eyes, several already had their eyes moving from my face to my cleavage or further down to my legs. “Competition will always exist. We know we can’t simply allow some senior executives a Blowjob or fuck and expect that we can turn around and rape them financially in return. They have their own Boards and accounts. But … at the sizes of the accounts we are targeting, to gain an extra 1/2 percent or 1 percent on the interest …”

She finished my answer, “Straight profit to the bottom line.” I nod.

Mr. Woodburn suggested we hold any additional questions and comments until dinner. His voice changes subtly and I turn to look at him. He is outlining a few mundane items to be discussed and agreed upon before they break, but … there is something different in his approach and I see he is intently considering the reaction of each of his Board of Directors. Then, I sensed some relaxation in his shoulders. We are still standing at the head of the table and his head turns to me with a smile and a glint in his eyes.

“My dear, Miss James. This is very unorthodox in an office setting, but perhaps it might help the Directors after that discussion to ease any remaining tension they may feel.”

I looked around the table at the people who have the power to bring down even Mr. Woodburn. All of them were watching my reaction intently with eyes discretely flitting to the other Directors. I smiled, then, “Unorthodox for the office, Sir? They don’t know what happens in your office?”

Mr. Woodburn couldn’t help but smile as my comment erased the tension from the anticipation he had initiated, but he also blushed at his secret being released even if to people he could trust with confidence the most.

“Charles”, one of the Directors chimed in with a laugh, “it would seem your slut is not submissive.” That brought laughter from the others and an agreeing nod from Mr. Woodburn.

“Very true.” He put his arm around my waist and drew me in tight. “Despite what her own self-evaluation was before, she is a strong businesswoman.” He turned to me and we locked eyes. “But, she is also a very eager and willing slut.” This time I blushed as all eyes focused back on me. He stepped behind me, pulled my loose hair from my neck, and kissed my neck and shoulders. “Isn’t that right, slut?” I nodded my head as I looked around the table so they each also received my response through my eyes. I then felt the zipper of my dress being pulled down and felt the dress gap and sag around my shoulders and front as the zipper reached the bottom. Some of the Directors were leaning forward with looks of amazement while others, mostly males, were leaning back with looks of lustful anticipation.

As he kissed my neck, again, he whispered so softly even in the quiet of the room it wasn’t heard beyond us. As my dress was slipped off my shoulders to fall to my waist, I nodded my understanding. There were several gasps as my bare breasts came into view and those who might not have then did as I shimmied the dress over my hips and down my legs to lay pooled on the floor leaving me naked but for my customary thigh-high stockings and high heels.

The air in the room was vibrating with expectancy as Mr. Woodburn applied slight pressure on my shoulders and I slowly dropped to my knees and disappeared under the table. “The few mundane matters remaining on the agenda only require the attention of most of the group at any moment. Miss James will assist in temporarily relieving any tension you currently have and provide a sample for later tonight.”

I heard the woman in the group gasp, the distinctive female sound amid the deeper male expressions. For whatever reason I moved to my left, setting a clockwise approach to each of the Directors. When I touched the knee of the first man, he flinched. When I worked his belt and zipper, he sighed as his hips rose for me to pull his trousers and shorts down to his knees. It was tight under the table, but I managed to stay under the table as I took his semi-erect cock into my hand and licked the length of it before taking the head between my lips. It would have been easier if he pushed his chair back from the table, but he perhaps was self-conscious in front of the others. Not so self-conscious, though, that his cock quickly became erect and his sighing turned to soft moans, one hand holding the edge of the table and the other on top of my head as it began engulfing his rigid member completely in my mouth as my tongue circled around it.

I reached underneath for his balls and his hips rose as I heard a more urgent gasping moan escape his mouth. I heard halting voices above and around me, but I was not attempting to follow the discussion. I suspected it was garbage items, anyway, merely a reason for everyone to remain at the table. When I felt a tightness in his ball sack and pulsing in his cock, I drove my mouth down completely over him. He wasn’t large and his cock didn’t enter my throat deeply, but I sucked as I pressed harder for more cock that wasn’t to be, my nose already pressed firmly into his pubic hair. When he came, his cum shot into the back of my mouth as I slowly raised my head to provide room in case his climax was more impressive than it turned out to be. His gasps and groans were more uninhibited at his climax and the quiet that descended over the room was evident even to me.

I swallowed his cum and whispered, “Thank you, Sir.” I licked his cock clean and kissed his cock head before crawling backward a step to move to the next set of legs. The man I had just left was raising his hips and pulling himself back together. The man I was approaching did not move away as I anticipated. The one Director I was sensitive about was the woman. In a room full of dominant men, she might be the most anxious about all this.

After three loads of cum into my mouth, I finally moved to the only nylon encased legs sitting at the table. Though she would have known she would be next in my quest to circle the table, she still jumped when my hands touched her knees and slid up her thighs under her business suit skirt. The room went quiet, quieter than when any of the men had physically reacted to my initial touch, which only reinforced the reality of her unique status in the group. I hesitated a moment, my hands high on her thighs and I was still on nylon telling me she was wearing pantyhose. My nervousness eased when she raised her hips off the chair to hike up her skirt. I took that as my signal to reach up and pull her pantyhose and panties down off her hips at the same time. I didn’t stop at her knees, though, like the men but pulled them down to her feet and removed them along with her heels.

I watched as her knees spread and her butt slid to the edge of her chair. Maybe everyone else was wondering about her reaction, too, because as she settled before me the mundane topics began being discussed, again.

I kissed up her left thigh until I reached just short of her Pussy. At that point, I looked and smiled. It was showing moisture on the lips and she was nicely trimmed. I knew she was single and I wondered who in her life this trimmed Pussy was for. I moved my lips to the other knee and kissed my way up the right leg, my tongue coming out between kisses to lick her. I felt her shudder and was encouraged.