1. Sales Calls


    Date: 2/28/2016, Categories: Office Sex, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    “Sit,” Ann instructed. She reached over to the center of the conference room table for the water pitcher and a glass, her short skirt inching up enough for me to see she had on no underwear. She turned and looked at me, smiling. “Water?” she offered. Water was the farthest thing from my mind. Sales, I hate working in sales. But every now and then, the rewards can be great. I am organization effectiveness consultant and companies hire to me to him that maximize their production and profits. I was asked to go evaluate a small business that was tied to a large corporate conglomerate based out of New York. The business I had to evaluate was in Dallas, Texas. I was not overly thrilled to fly into Dallas in the middle of the summer. “I am here to see Ann,” I told the young lady at the reception desk, handing her my business card. She studied the card and then told me to take a seat. A few minutes later, I was escorted into a large conference room off to the side. “Ann will be with you in a moment,” the receptionist remarked, offering to get me a glass of water or coffee. I declined her offer and she left, closing the door behind her. A few minutes later, Ann stepped into the conference room. Ann was a small woman, about 5’0 to 5’1, with a cheerful smile and model-good looks. Her Asian features gave her an exotic look that immediately aroused my senses. She wore a tight fitting, one piece business outfit that showed off plenty of leg and her very womanly figure. “I’m Ann,” she ...
    remarked, extending her hand as she approached where I sat at the conference room table. I stood and extended my hand in return and introduced myself. “Sit,” she instructed, “we are not that formal here.” I sat back down in the chair I had been sitting in and Ann took the seat right next to me, which was a little bit of a surprise, because most executives usually sit across the table from me. She crossed her legs, a knee over another knee, and the hem of her dress riding high on her thigh, well beyond any mark of modesty. The tip of her foot rested against the calf of my leg. “So tell me, what you do,” she began, placing her elbow on the table and her hand, balled in a fist up and under her chin. Her jet black hair was cut short and framed an angelic-like face. I was immediately struck by how enchanting and beautiful she was, her oval eyes drawing me in, her light pink semi-gloss lipstick enticing me. “I am an organizational effectiveness consultant,” I began, but Ann cut me off mid-sentence. “How long have you been married?” she asked. The unanticipated question caught me off guard. I was trying hard to ignore the obvious and be professional. “Ten years,” I replied. Ann rocked her leg back and forth, as she looked at me. “Why?” I asked. “I have been married ten years as well,” Ann replied. I failed to make the connection. “Do you want to look around?” Ann inquired. “Well, yes,” I replied, “but I thought I’d first get some background information on you and your management style.” ...
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