The Closer

A true account of corporate greed and how one mature woman decided to throw caution to the wind by helping her employer take control of a large lucrative, but

Chapter One
I still remember my concern during the long train commute from home to the office in the city that morning. I’m not normally a worrier but the panic in my Boss’s voice during our phone conversation early morning had me worried after he practically begged me to come in.

Sure my husband and I had other plans, but knowing we were about to close on a very lucrative merger at work, I didn't hesitate to drop everything and report that day; after all he wouldn’t have insisted it on my day off unless it was something extremely important. What little I took from that hurried conversation implied that one of our important French business associates who was due to fly in and join us for the finalization on an important business transaction eight days from then, was actually arriving that evening. When he told me how they were demanding to meet for a full briefing first thing that following morning? “Well that didn’t sound like Charles,” I considered: “but there was a lot of money on the line and I guess it’s just another dirty business trick” I thought to myself as I eased back in the seat while awaiting my stop.

I remembered knowing we were well prepared, in fact over prepaired but my boss can be a stickler for detail and a bit of a worrier when it comes to finance … and since it was his personal investment that would be lost if things went south, I couldn’t refuse.

After thirty some minutes and a short cab ride I was walking in the office where I found him in jeans and a t-shirt on the floor rifling through some file boxes like a mad man. He looked kind of comical there on his knees in jeans and a t shirt handing off printed data to his assistant Carla (who looked totally flustered as she copied, separated and organized that critical paperwork for the umpteenth time) and even knowing how she hates to be hurried, I still had to grin from the way that she greeted me: “Oh thank God you’re here! He wasn’t wanting to bother you on your day off but I insisted and trust me,” and she nodded toward him displaying the fit he was in, adding: “I as you can see you’re really needed.”

After quickly assessing their panicked situation I advised they both to take deep breaths and calm down and after assuring them (mainly him) that we were more than ready, I simply asked: “how long?”

I was a bit shocked when he looked at his watch and answered: “he’s due to arrive in two, maybe three hours if we’re lucky” adding: “ and with any luck he’ll still have to check in at a hotel, get situated and rest up before he comes to see us, hopefully sometime late tomorrow afternoon, but I expect this bastard will want to meet with us early.” I didn’t expect it would be that soon and it showed as he went on to explain that he wanted everything completed well before then for his own review with a rehearsed presentation; reiterating: “I want everything perfect for tomorrow morning; I don’t trust that French Pig bastard they’re sending instead of Charles” and I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard.

Well that was a red flag and something in that drastic change of plans didn’t sit well with me. I knew Charles was a strict businessman who demanded everything be double checked and documented in great detail himself, but other than that he was always fair to deal with and we were used to doing business with him and not wanting to waste more time by questioning something the three of us had no control over, I rolled up my sleeves and quickly joined in.

Under an hour in (and well ahead of schedule) the phone rang and Carla took the call. After rolling her eyes during several affirmative answers, she hung up only to tell us that was Mr. Harvey called from his private jet and that he egotistically reaffirmed that “He’d” be the one we’d doing business with … and to make the situation even worse; rather than holding the meeting in our conference room first thing that following morning as planned, he was insisting the two of us make our Presentation over dinner at the Carlton Arms Hotel Restaurant in Manhattan that very evening … and then she added that he informed her that he would be staying there and would leave further instructions for us at the front desk when we arrived and that we were (per him) to report promptly in the next three hours.”

At that my boss Mr. Oates became more angered than I had ever seen him, even to the point where Carla actually took a step back when he flew in to a rage: “I knew that Pig Bastard would pull something like this the minute I got wind we’d be meeting with him! We were supposed to meet with his father eight days from now and then it changed to Charles” he growled: “but now this cocky bastard son a bitch decides to worm his way in. I know this guy! He’s a glory hound, a power hog that looks for any excuse to fuck things up in order to show false worth to mask his inexperienced stupidity … and he’s lazy and a real asshole to do business with!”

Now Mr. O had always been a cool head when it came to business and he can be real anal when it comes to insignificant changes for the sake of change. He likes to lock things in and move forward ant that inconsistency ticked him off. In fact in all the years we’ve worked together I have never seen him lose his temper before, not like that … and from the look on his face I knew that the whole thing just got real and we were in for the fight of our lives.

I know from experience that he always keeps spare suit, dress shirt and tie in his office, however I left home early that morning dressed office casual for a simple Saturday review and not expecting anything so drastic, I had no reason to bring a change of clothing. Even knowing that my timing couldn’t have been worse, I was compelled to ask if there was any way for him to handle that meeting without me.

Well to be fair, he did pause to consider that before deciding that everything was far too important and the optics of looking unprepared by showing up alone wouldn’t be wise. Then he thought for a moment, told me to write down my dress and shoe sizes and he handed Carla his credit card with strict instructions for her “NOT” to return without appropriate dinner attire for me.

Already reading his intent from the tension in the room she was nervously scurrying toward me with note pad in hand while I grew concerned over the fact that I’m a tall full figured woman who’s hard to fit under normal circumstances, let alone within two hours that late on a Saturday night. Hell I knew it would be an impossible task for her to return with anything appropriate for me to wear to a full dress formal dinner and I secretly hoped she couldn’t.

At first Carla appeared unfazed with the challenge as she dutifully jotted down my dress and shoe sizes before asking me what scent I was wearing, but all of that quickly changed and she looked a little nervous when she rushed out requesting: “Well, wish me luck.”

About a minute after we completed the final rehearsal of his liking, I glanced at the clock and noted that we had just under an hour left to compose ourselves and get ready for the actual meeting and even though time was tight, still no Carla! So, to help calm his nerves (and give myself time to deal with my own anxiety) I suggested that he go in his office to grab a quick shave before getting changed.

I was frantic while putting things away (and still secretly hoping Carla would be unsuccessful) when I heard her rush in, drop her keys on her desk and without looking in on us she advised: “Hey I’ll take care of all of that after the two leave! Now you run in your office and concentrate on getting changed, I’ll tidy up after you’re gone” and though I was skeptical of any of her purchases, I remember feeling somewhat relieved that her shopping trip didn’t use up the only time we had left.

When I stepped into the outer office she handed me a small bag with two boxes telling me: “GO!” … then after handing in his credit card to Mr. O, she looked at me and scolded: “Hey get going, I’ll be in to help you get ready after I pee!”

Surprisingly the cocktail dress she selected looked perfect for the occasion and I still don’t know how on earth she was able to find such an elegant one in my exact size on that short notice, it was truly amazing. The weight of the fabric, the stitching around the button holes and the piping around the openings all reeked of quality like nothing I had ever seen.

It was made from a high quality heavy thread count fabric, in an off white fitted one piece look with the slenderizing lines I prefer, it had a stylish kick on the right with matching buttons that buttoned all the way down the front. When I tried it on I noticed that it came down a modest few inches below my knees the way I like and surprisingly it fit me so well that it actually looked as if I had it tailored for me: “Oh Carla! How did you manage this? I was genuinely concerned when he sent you off on that boondoggle … I know how hard it is to shop for myself; but this … this is quite beautiful, you did a stellar job! … But this dress must have cost him a small fortune!”

“Don’t ask” she harshly whispered: “But listen, it isn’t everyday someone hands you a Gold Card with strict instructions not to return without fulfilling their crazy last minute demands! Besides, it’s not like he gave me ample of time to shop all the bargain racks, now did he? … I’m just pleased you approve of the style. I had it narrowed down to two until the lady at the dress shop told me this one was an exclusive handmade original.”

The heels Carla selected were a little snug but very stylish and since they were new, I knew I could make them work, especially since I noticed how their height added some shape to my calves.

So after playfully remarking: “You made this look too easy!” I sincerely complimented her on a job well done.

I was just about to go check on my boss when with sudden disappointment Carla cautioned: “Oh no! You may want to take a step back and look a little harder at yourself in the mirror before giving me too much praise.”

Well it just so happened that when I left that morning I was wearing my black bra and panties under navy slacks and heavy powder blue oxford blouse and even though that new dress was very well made from a good quality material … my underwear was showing through it.

So … after much deliberation and totally out of time or any other option, we both agreed that I had no choice but remove them and go commando … and the sudden boost of confidence that dress had provided faded away as I took them off … and for some reason I began to feel extremely vulnerable.

Though my breasts were never what anyone would consider huge, they are more than ample and I’d always felt blessed for even back then, at the age of forty three, mine still held their own. But even given that; the way that lower cut neck line fit me without my bra was a real concern and I knew that leaving the office like that wouldn’t show good judgment.

Noting my indecision, Carla kind of pulled and tugged a bit at the neckline and then stepped back and thought for a moment, and in an attempt to console she stated: “You know honestly … this dress does have some under support sewn in … hmm … if you keep your head up, shoulders back and are careful not to bend over too far forward or make sudden moves … well, you’re a smart lady who carries herself well, I am more than confident that you’ve got the stuff to pull this off.”

Chapter Two
My boss Mr. O was an older gentleman who had always been very professional to be around and though I never thought of him in any other roll than a boss, I had considered him an attractive distinguished looking gentleman for his age. However, even given that, somehow being thrust into a situation requiring me to be overly cautious with my hem line while getting in and out of that cab as he held the door for me; knowing he was unaware that I was totally nude underneath that dress, intrigued me … and to be perfectly honest, I felt a little foolishly adventurous with him for the first time since we had worked together.

When we walked into that fine Michelin rated restaurant well a ahead of schedule I could actually feel my confidence return from knowing that whole scenario would have been a disaster if he hadn’t been able to get in touch of me … and the fresh feel of that crisp new fabric against my nude flesh seemed to accentuate those overall positive feelings with each and every step I took.

I actually felt glamorous as we were met by an impeccably dressed young Maitre D (who seemed to check me out with an eye of approval he didn’t care to hide) and I wasn’t surprised when he informed us that Mr. Harvey's flight had arrived early and that he had him seated, awaiting us in a far corner booth suitable for conducting business; at that I knew he had given Carla false times to make us look band and it was just another in his arsenal of dirty business tricks.

Hell, I already knew he intended to catch us off guard … and as I marched right along with them, gloating over the fact that he didn’t know we were more than ready for anything he was willing to dish out as each step added even more confidence the closer we got to that table.

I had always considered myself a faithful wife and conservative woman of good moral value, but there was just something real enticingly naughty from the invigorating sensation of that fine fabric in addition to the knowledge that no one else in the place knew I was totally nude underneath that dress.

The mere fact that I was out in a public place wearing absolutely nothing under my clothing for the first time in my life stimulated a welcomed warmth down through my nipples that created a sensual glow … and I must admit, I was actually starting to feel erotically sensual as I strutted through that crowded five star establishment imagining every man’s eye was gazing at my breasts through a dress that offered no panty line.

As a sudden thought of my husband being at home many miles away oddly accentuated those expectations, I tried to discount them as part of the dramatic confusion that lead up to that whole situation, however to be out all on my own under those circumstances and knowing he would never know, began to become refreshingly energizing.

As each step added a decadent rush of sorted sensual forbiddances, my normal gate transform into a taunting sway of increasing self-confidence the nearer we got to that booth; where a short stout, greasy little troll of a man stood wearing an expensive suit, chin up, chest out and obviously the one waiting to greet us.

At first glance I remember thinking how he didn’t look at all like the tall, rich pretty boy, pampas ass I had envisioned from overhearing his phone conversation with Carla; and even knowing the obvious cautious distain my boss held for that man, to me his actual mundane appearance seemed to boost my confidence … and though his gruff facial expression was intended to intimidate, hell, I knew he could be handled.

After the standard standing handshake protocol I intentionally seated myself on the long semicircular bench in the back of the booth against the wall (where I knew he’d seat himself directly across from me) and I carefully postured my knees so other patrons wouldn’t be able to look up my dress … and my boss strategically slid in and sat next to me.

When I opened his briefcase, Carla had everything staged perfectly and Mr. Harvey seemed captivated by the way my boss made our presentation from the collated printed information I proudly presented them both as we discuss in great detail the economic advantages our firms would mutually benefit from in the event he accepted the terms of that impending merger.

But, I couldn’t help noticing how each time I would hand him backup data he would leer at me. At first I suspected he was annoyed that we didn’t come to him ill prepared, but as the meeting progressed he would lean a little further until his eyes made it obvious he was admiring my cleavage and by then, (like my boss) I knew he couldn’t be trusted.

At the conclusion The Pig attempted to maintain a poker face while being difficult on several trivial insignificant issues, but as his gaze became even more fixed on my breasts. I began to feel intimidated and became over anxious to be on our way. I needed to feel safe back the office where I could get out of that dress and into my more comfortable clothes, when finally; huge relief came as The Pig openly announced that a celebratory signing cocktail was in order to close that deal!

After he boastfully summoned our waiter it seemed only minutes before a single shaker poured each of us what appeared to be a standard size cocktail in large oversized flutes, and then suddenly, without regard for those dinning around us that pampas bastard stood and announced to the whole house: “A toast to our future endeavors!” before making sure that everyone heard that he would personally finalize all preliminaries after returning to his home headquarters in: “The South of France.”

By then our host was already nervously pushing menus in front of us, (obviously hoping to prevent any further outbursts) when my boss leaned over to whisper: “Please stop fussing with the top of your dress! You look great, but your constant fidgeting could be interpreted as a lack confidence and we don’t want this greasy bastard to miss read anything from your body language” and after he moving in so close that his lips brushed my ear, he added: “This Frenchman is a real pig and I want the two us to display the extreme confidence of a unified front.”

Well! … Up until that point I didn't realize I was doing that until he pointed it out to me and immediately I felt a flush of embarrassment. I had always considered myself a professional and though I was performing under stress due to such short notice, under those circumstance I thought I was at my very best.

Suddenly the fact that he had to point out my only flaw instantly deflated my confidence making me feel self conscious … and I quickly finished that drink.

My second mistake was trying to cover by foolishly complimenting the smoothness of the vodka, only to have Mr. Harvey boast that it was Belvidere (or something like that) his personal favorite … and to my dismay The Pig ordered our table another round.

By the time I had finished it my boss was hurrying things along by telling our waiter we wouldn’t be needing menus because “our host” had decided to order for the three of us, but by then my stomach was so tied up in knots that I intended to order something light and quick so I could finally excuse myself and get the hell out of there.

However all too soon, with the nervous tension and the effects of that alcohol I failed to realize that most of the top of my breasts were exposed until I saw the expression on the waiter’s face. The second he realized I saw him ogling me, he quickly pivoted and literally ran off to place our order and Mr. Harvey reached over with his plump left hand to make a bold attempt at unfastening my top button!

Everything seemed to be happening at once, my head was swimming; I was surprised, furious and so beyond highly insulted that I slurred my adamant objection while slapping his hand away and he quickly pulled back spilling his drink down the front on his slacks … and needless to say I was mortified.

While he rushed for the restroom to towel off, my boss gently took my wrist and in a calm insistent tone he consoled: “Hey, hey, take a deep breath! … Relax! … We can still salvage this thing. He obviously likes you and that gives us the upper hand to close this thing tonight. So calm down, compose yourself and listen to me; I’ve heard some things about this bastard and it’s your call, but let me ask you this; why not tease this prick a little? I know that’s a big ask, but if you decide to do it and we gain full closure on this thing tonight, you have my word that I will personally guarantee you a formidable raise complete with a golden parachute. LISTEN THIS IS HUGE … so PLEASE calm down and at least consider it. Look at me; you’re safe because I will be here with you every step of the way. That Pig bastard will back soon and he’s already half drunk and totally ripe for the picking. You only a few seconds to decide, but whatever you decide, you have my promise I will respect that decision.”

Well! … I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, I was shocked … and we? Where in hell did he get off by assuming “we?” One too many drinks or no drinks, a little buzzed or totally wasted he didn’t have to go into it any further for me to realize exactly what he was implying … and I should have been infuriated over his suggestive implications … and not only that; how dare he put me on the spot and in the middle of everything? And somewhere in the back of my mind that whole scenario became so powerfully adventuresome that it prevented me from just getting up and storming out on both of them to hail a cab.

After all these years, in hindsight all I can say is that it had to be the vodka affecting my better judgment with the added erotic sensations of being out in public knowing I was the only one aware of my total nudity under that dress; but whatever it was, an evil curiosity got the better of me when I decided play along to see just how far That Pig was willing to go.

I know this sounds strange, but at that time I became confused, I knew the importance in that huge business arrangement for both my boss and the future of his company, but I still couldn’t fathom how he could just come right out and ask me to engage in anything so lascivious. I remember how I really wanted to feel anger and insult or even hurt over what he was proposing; but still somehow in the midst of every warning sign that haunting sensation of not wearing underwear continued to taunt me until I sensed what sexual manipulative power would feel like … and the simple fact that I already possessed it started to comfort me with confidence like a warm blanket.

As all consideration for adamant refusal transformed my self-respect into pure sensual intrigue, suddenly nothing in Heaven or on earth could have forced me to relinquish one damn inch of that booth and for the very first time in my life I knew I was willingly about to cross a line into an erotic infidelity that I could never return from … and I just didn’t give a damn..

Chapter Three
When I felt a looming presence “That Pig” was practically standing over me with our waiter right up behind him holding a bottle while in the middle of some rehearsed spiel about whatever French wine pared well with the stake that was being served; and the second he noticed my bust line he stopped to quietly announce: “Madam, Gentleman … I will hold your dinners and personally insure your total privacy” and I felt an uneasiness come over me when he stepped aside (with a grace far too gentle for any man) to pull the heavy pleated cloth backdrop from behind my boss transforming it into a floor to ceiling divider.

I could literally sense the atmosphere within our all new enclosure become energized with a surreal sexual tension as strong erotic anticipation replaced all the consideration of my moral values … and immediately after my first sip of that wine, I boldly closed my eyes, slowly laid my head back and willingly arched my back to present that Pig the top exposed portions of both breasts.

Within a heartbeat the feel of pudgy hands thoroughly engulfing their bottom portion through the fine fabric of my dress, pushing them up, exposing more … and as my heart started pounding in my throat, the warmth of his thumbs embraced the tops of my areolas and then every other portion of what was reviled from the low cut of that fine handmade garment.

Instantly my mind formed a perfect picture of my husband so many miles away, innocently sitting at home in his favorite chair enjoying that same evening at the same exact time I allowed myself to succumb to sensual foreplay at the hands of a disgusting stranger … and as wave after guilty wave from pure sexual pleasures rushed to my very core, I took great comfort in knowing that everything I was about allow would remain safe from the liability of him ever knowing.

As I drew my next breath my arms at my sides, willingly allowing that Pig the liberty of impatiently fumbling my top three buttons open … and the moment I felt my cleavage separate from their sudden lack of remaining support, both my mind and body seemed to flourish in response to their sudden freedom.

At that point there was no need to feign arousal for my will was already justifying my deeds with a cruel reminder: “you’re not getting any younger and this could very well be the last time any man other than your husband finds you this desirable ... so stop fighting and embrace it” and as a rush of sensual excitement began blooming in my chest from the firming sensation of each nipple hardening from their exposure to open air, suddenly everything became laser focused on the electrifying sensations of both breasts being gently lifted to freedom … and still to this very day I remember the sick forbidden combination of both excitement and guilt for even allowing myself to be groped in public.

My breath caught as the warm tingling sensations from strange determined fingers traced every inch of my exposed flesh creating a blush that seemed to instantly warm my face while traveling down past my throat to resinate deep within both breasts … and I almost came.

By then I could tell I was getting wet; that warm damp sensation caused me to feel all bubbly and I had to fight to keep from giggling like a school girl. Hell, I knew I had to be the adult in the room in order to maintain control and keep it from going too far and I remember shifting in my seat when I parted my knees the few inches that new dress would allow in order to relieve some pressure and ground myself … and by then I literally had to force myself to breath.

As glowing thoughts of endless new possibilities fueled my expectations, my mound was already purged in an erotic glow as every heartbeat seemed to fill my loins with a pure lust I hadn’t experienced since my early teens … and I assured myself I could tolerate a few more moments of crude petting in exchange for a life time of comfort that comes from the spoils of untold wealth.

At that same time I had no desire to let any of that become a prelude to full blown sex with that man, he disgusted me; but as the arousal from a simple exchange of sexual teasing for the promise of financial freedom conquered all limitation, I became determined to enjoy every forbidden moment as I let my mind justify everything I knew I would come to regret at a later date.

From the direction of nervous trembling hands and the sound of labored wheezing I knew “That Pig” was out of control … and I became fully determined to allow him just enough of me to be compelled to sign off on everything so I could finally get the hell out of there.

When I felt his pudgy fingertips engage the inside of my left knee my body suddenly stiffened and my boss’s palm graced the inside of my upper arm, gently consoling me … and as I drew my next breath, I gently took his other hand while allowing myself to surrender to a fantasy thought of him joining in.

By then I had no consideration for our surroundings, the feel from three hands brazenly exploring the exposed portion of my upper body had created an appetite for desire that seemed impossible to satisfy … and my own boldness to feed it in that moment seduced me into a combination of intrigue and a raw sexuality I never thought possible.

Knowing I was being groped in a crowded room at the pleasure of a disgusting little man while in plain view of a trusted mentor with that added risk of discovery became a confusing obsession I couldn’t deny; everything was happening too fast, all of it at once and I know now I could have put an abrupt end to it any anytime; but at the same time there was something so extremely hot and titillating in that constant prurient purge of excitement, that it caused everything going on around us to heighten my desires.

As the bustling restaurant sounds of clanking plates, shuffling feet and muffled conversations continued flowing through that curtain, everything seemed to add more layers to my new found sensuality … and the fact that the others around us had no idea of my promiscuity actually caused me to long for even more.

My emotions were pushing every limit when I realized the addition of a more gentle caress was that of my boss who had carefully cradled the weight of my right breast in his palm hand; and though that was something I hadn’t anticipated, for some reason his slow easy tenderness seemed to be his way of seeking my approval … and out of instant concern that my slightest objection might be cause for him step away and give that Pig more privacy, a gentle prompt from my hand on his left inner thigh delivered the encouragement he needed to continue.

Everything about everything was so unplanned yet so compelling and moving so fast that I guess I couldn’t stand the thought of being left alone in the same situation I had put myself in as my body surrendered to it all.

Chapter Four
The Pig eventually became even bolder as he seemed to take great pleasure while aggressively kneading and squeezing my left breast and I knew he was monitoring my expression. Each time I would wince or grimes, he would violently tweak and pull on that nipple Just to observe how much I was willing take and as the last resulting sharp twinge traveled down through the center of my belly to resonate deep within my crotch, I decided to push his hand away; until that intended mild pain blended with the soft gentle caress from my boss … and suddenly that odd combination turned into something so incredibly exotic that I felt myself cum.

For the first time since it all began I couldn’t control the moment, that stimulation was so savvier that my head flew back, my mouth dropped open and as I started to uncontrollably moan a vocal display of gratitude, a hand I knew was “The Pig’s” slid up the inside of my left thigh.

When I heard the table slide to aside I felt my legs being parted beyond the restrictive confines of my dress I looked down to notice that one of them had most of it unbuttoned from the hem up … and laid my head back for the second time, closed my eyes and enjoyed the light floating sensation from the back of my knees being slowly lifted and placed over the top of their thighs.

As a whiff of my own light essence filled my senses, waves of sensual desires literally washed away any remaining self respect … and I found myself drowning in a will for them to continue … until a sharp startling sound of breaking glass was immediately followed by an audible gasp.

Out reaction I glanced up in time to see the horrified look on our waiters face the exact second that he realized my grotesque position finally exposed my secret of not wearing panties … and as my eyes remained focused on his, I could tell he was enjoying an unobstructed view of everything he ever hoped to see.

He didn’t retreat as I had anticipated; he instead reached behind his back and while holding the well overlapped closure tight, I felt my face take on a look of evil pride from knowing how what he saw was affecting him as he adlibbed the feeble reason for his continued presence: “no worries gentleman, I’ll stand right here to insure no one else enters” and in that moment the overwhelming thrill from what was happening to me intensified as I shifted in my seat from the feel of those two remaining buttons give way … and words will never express how the thought and the feel form my total frontal nudity rewarded me in that moment.

Chapter Five
It seemed as if every nerve ending in my body was electrified as pleasurable sensations traveled through my body; on and on in a powerful yet painful frustrating dance between unimaginable deep erotic emotion and the exciting thrill of knowing that at any time the three of us could be discovered in a way that seemed to add heed to even more. Each and every time I would commit my will and reach for an organic orgasmic conclusion, they would abruptly STOP … and intentionally leave me hanging in a perpetual tease meant to keep my mind longing for just one more much needed release.

When the sensations from each arm being gently lifted and slowly threaded out from the open sleeves of that dress came their gentle placement over the shoulders and behind the heads of each determined suitor … and I instinctively scooted my pelvis forward to afford them unrestricted access to what they both seemed so determined if not committed to experience.

As the an added rush from the light touch of multiple fingertips tracing down my lower belly exploded in chest, came the remarkable feeling of soft continuous circles over my vaginal lips and from the direction of that forearm on the inside of my left thigh, I knew it was my boss who gently coaxed my citreous out from under its protective hood.

Suddenly the atmosphere became bright and warm as countless sparkling sensations covered every inch of my flesh and as my body willingly responded I had to force myself to keep from crying out. Instantly I became wet, very wet, so wet at that time that I didn’t realize at first that one of them slipped several fingers inside of me at once … and in that exact moment that Pig’s hand reclaimed his breast and its nipple burned from one cruel and final pul, grossly over extending that sensitive flesh!

As that second huge orgasm exploded deep in my breast, I threw my head back and right before I could no longer contain a verbal reaction, two slimy fingers were deep in my mouth and The Pigs tongue swept up in under my left armpit.

When the shock from my own essence graced my pallet I realized for the first time that he had my wrist behind my head and when his slimy wet mouth left my underarm, a chill on that shaved skin caused those internal fingers to hypnotically transpose me into a deeply satisfying place I had never known … and an intended methodically slow motion of an additional single digit slowly invaded my anus.

Warm, wet, silky-thicknesses ran down between my folds soaking the back portion of the dress that still remained beneath me and I could literally taste the scent of my feminine nectar wafting up through the air as that last orgasmic plume continued to rage through my body … until The Pig’s toothy bite engulfed my left areola abruptly ending it all.

I literally had to concentrate to keep from crying out at a volume that would breach the privacy of our curtain as the promise to pick back up right where we had left off filled my mind body and soul … and suddenly: “OH GOD!” left as a gratitude announcement through my lips … silencing the tables around us.

It’s almost impossible to express the raw sexual impact that timing created when my own heavy feminine flavors from two hairy male knuckles reentered my mouth to take command over my taste buds. Though my senses realized they were there attempting to silence my reaction what that added to the power in that climax was so raw and animalistic that there was no holding back.

Never in my forty plus years had I experienced such depth from any orgasmic conclusion and as I grabbed that harry wrist and sucked those soiled fingers deeper into my throat, my own loud passionate willingness to announce my relief to the world escaped me … and the entire restaurant seemed to take pause.

After what seemed to be hours of continuous passion morphed into the reality of only a few minutes, that Pig’s ugly voice broke the magic by strongly insisting: “Oats, I think it’s time for us to continue with this little Lady in my suite!”

As brazen as I had just been, I still felt anxiety and concern over being alone with the two of them in a private room from knowing I would lose the security of a public setting, regardless of the obscurity in the waiter’s watchful eye.

But regardless of my feelings I found myself straightening, smoothing and buttoning that dress while knowing either way that I still had to walk past the other dining patrons. I know it sounds silly now, but I guess I was stalling for time as I tried to remove every wrinkle before standing and I can still remember praying that there was no tell tale wet spot soaked through the back that would confess to the entire restaurant the forbidden details of what everyone already knew.

Even though I didn’t know any of them and it was more than certain our paths would never cross again, I still didn’t need the added stress of total embarrassment related to walking out on open display in front of those sitting closest around us, or providing them proof of what they already knew … but thankfully Mr. Oats walked in close up behind me.

Chapter Six
I know the apprehension for being captive in a hotel room with two men showed on my face as we walked through the lobby to the elevator where I heard Mr. O suggest: “If you’re not sure what to say just call and tell him that we are tied up on important business that will require you to stay overnight in the city.”

Well … I didn’t call, I couldn’t call, after what I just allowed I knew my heart wouldn’t bear the sound of his voice; but while waiting on the elevator my two thumbs were already texting: “Unsuspected early arrival of client will require me to spend tonight in city” and as tears welled in my eyes, I added; “on company expenses of course … love you” to further sell my deceitful lie.

When the elevator doors finally opened, thank God it was empty and the three of us quickly shuffled in.

To be honest, I don’t recall much in detail of everything that went on after we were in his room, but I do know there was no conversation as everyone swiftly got naked. What little else I remember is an odd arousal inspiring sensuous sensations from being so close in between two totally different nude men at the same time … and how something in the variety from neither of them being my husband fanned a dark flame that erotically enriched me enough to keep the entire experience sexually alive.

Allowing myself to be openly exposed at the mercy of the vast differences between one so prim, proper and gentile in his mannerisms who took obvious pride in his overall hygiene, took a startling contrast to the other who was too crude in fulfilling his own desires with his rank smell of stale manhood and the foul taste of burnt tobacco and liquor on his fat tongue … and oh how that seemed to intensify an eerie twisted unease of mysterious malevolent Lover man-toy and Tramp, I never knew lived within me.

And to this day I actually take great pleasure when I recall how his attempt to take me anally failed after the effects from far too much alcohol and several soft landings caused him to finally finish by jacking himself on my ass while gutturally growling something over/embarrassingly stupid like: “Viva La France!

In Closing
I woke early that following morning soaked in my own sweat. I was soar in places I hadn’t been in many years, only to find that evening was finally over and we had won; until all signs of quilt and regret instantly replaced the warmth of victory with the thought of what that promise actually cost me. When I heard Mr. O getting dressed I was more than happy to notice That French Pig was long since gone … but I could still smell his stale scent on the bedding as it became clear that every thought of him was what was making me to feel nauseous.

Monday at the office neither I nor Mr. Oates acknowledged anything about the indiscretions of our sexual antics together, during or after Saturday night’s meeting … and when Carla casually asked: “how’d the dress worked out?” I smiled and simply answered: “Magically … I owe you one,” as the thought of it at home crammed in its box like an old rag with all the magic fucked out of it.

The following Wednesday on a private conference call between Mr. Oates, ‘The French Pig’ and myself, the Pig bastard postured for more leverage in an attempt to bully us with an intended bluff to back out of the whole thing if he didn’t receive detailed concessions on several items we’d never discuss and though I was mortified, Mr. Oates calmly asked him: “Harvey, do you actually think I would select a new Female General Manager that is a simple bimbo to be treated like slut … or would she be more like a smart Businesswoman who was prepared and layered up to take us both on if you make any attempt at backing out to fuck me?”

While that surprised filthy bastard was thinking up a fitting response, Mr. Oates continued his bluff by informing that Pig: “Oh and Harv … May I call you Harv? Well, it just so happens Harv, we have video of that night that we’re more than willing to share with Mrs. Harvey … and Old Boy, it just so happens that it features firsthand what the effects of too much Belvedere vodka has on a certain Frenchman’s ability to fuck! … If you know what I mean.”

When he went on to condescendingly remark that she probably already knew that first hand, he also slyly added that she still might just love to have it on tape as a keepsake … and ‘The Pig’ went totally silent.

When Mr. Oats asked him whether we should have Carla send a copy to the Harvey home, their villa or both, the deal reached immediate settlement and within minutes we received faxed documentation giving us legal proven printed confidence of the closure.

Within two days I received corporate confirmation that my raise had been approved along with signed proof of a golden parachute big enough to choke a horse and we also each received fat Company bonus checks with other perks that included options for both my husband and Mrs. Oats to accompany us on any and all future business trips.

THE CLOSER – by Peterswiftt