We are just finishing a wonderful getaway weekend together…we had fun and romance and sex and a few drinks and movies and walks and sex and dressing fem and sex and fun and cooking together and well…sex.
We talk about the days and weeks ahead. I mention I need to go out of town to close an important transaction for a client. It is to New Orleans, one of my favorite places…mainly for food and music…not really for the unbridled craziness.
You say that you also love NOLA and wouldn’t it be great to go together? I laugh and say…absentmindedly, “it sure would.” Then I stop and think…”maybe…maybe it would be more than just a great idea? Maybe it could be a fabulous trip!!!”
“And…you could be my assistant!” That is, “we could travel together and you could have the days to explore when I am working for my client then have dinner together.” You then say…”but maybe I can help you during the day?”
“Really? Would you do that?”
“Of course silly…of course I would!” And, you add, maybe…just maybe, I could be your assistant?”
“Wow! I never thought of that possibility! But…would you be Jane or?”
“I think Jane would be the best help; but what could I do??
“Uh… admin, scheduling, logistics of moving people around and reservations, setting up files and taking notes? Maybe lots more…but did you stay as Jane? How might that work?”
You say…”I guess I could dress up completely and pass…pass as your female assistant.” “And then…after hours…we coooouuuulllldddd get back to the pace of this weekend…in private!”
“OMG…really? That would be quite a rush!! Let me look into the details and book your flight and a proper room for entertaining.”
“May have your attention please?” says the flight attendant. “American Flight 246 has just landed here in New Orleans, Louisiana. The time is 4:32 pm. You can claim your baggage on carousel 7 in the main terminal.”
“We made it!” you say.
As we are exiting the plane an older woman stops and says to us, “You make such a wonderful couple!” I say “thank you.” This is my colleague and we are on business but thanks, nonetheless!”
You say quietly, “I guess we passed a first test?”
Exiting the airport and travel to our hotel is uneventful. We arrive at a nice smaller boutique hotel in the Quarter. I exit the car and as I do the doorman comes up just as you are exiting the back seat and your skirt opens and the tops of your stockings and sheer panty briefly become the main event on Rue Royale! The doorman extends his hand in welcome and support and he looks at me and whispers, ” Lucky man!”
We check in and take two, adjoining rooms…so that we can ‘coordinate the meetings and such’… and to not arouse suspicions too much.
We each drop our things in our respective rooms and go immediately for the pass-through door, open it and embrace. You start to feel my crotch and I remind you we are here on business! Besides we only have 30 minutes before cocktails with the “guys.”
We get ready, you changing into a LBD and heels with nighttime make up and a professional oversized leather portfolio under your arm…laptop in a carry bag as well. You are the consummate professional girl!
We walk a few blocks to the restaurant, the old Arnaud’s, in which you kindly booked a private alcove for 6. You get things set up with our presentation kits and pads and pens and make sure the staff take orders efficiently…greet our guests kindly with girl handshakes and air kisses and as we settle into small talk before the business meeting, you announce that unless anything else is needed, you would see them all at our hotel meeting room at 8 am tomorrow.
The gentleman immediately protest at the possible loss of your company; you have played the game well, and they demand you stay, looking at me for approval and encouragement. I smile and they make a seat for you, between them all.
Small talk gives way to dinner orders and another round of drinks. The gents talk with me, you and between each other. Mostly it is about sports, politics, pleasantries and some contract-related details…all normal stuff. After a few minutes, you stand to excuse yourself to go to the ladies room, they stand as well and make space for your exit. After your departure, one of the men, looks at me and speaks to his colleagues: “That girl of yours is top notch professional and smart as a whip. “What are your plans for her?”
I say that “Jane is a rising star and far more capable then the administrative role she is taking this week as a favor to me; we really value this potential relationship and I brought her to make sure all goes right. After we finish the deal, she will have several duties in the ongoing execution of the plan.”
The oldest gent in the group, then leans over to the closest co-worker and says, “yeah, and I bet she gives a great blow job!” Which is followed by another guy saying, “and have you seen how hot she walks with that tight little ass wiggling under that dress perched on those ‘come fuck me’ heels?” They all then laugh and add their version of compliments on your looks!
You return and the boys have calmed down and resume business talk. I smile at you to acknowledge that all seems to be going well.
Dinner arrives and we veer away from business and toward chit chat again. They talk about their firm, wives and kids and taxes and next vacation plans. You talk about your background with nothing too specific added, a perfect style of response for 3 semi-drunk guys that really want to end the meal and hit Bourbon Street.
I try to keep things productive and think it is time to bring up the one remaining sticking point in our negotiations. I bring it up gently and they are quiet. One finally says, yes, “and that is a key area that we need to discuss more tomorrow.” I agree…then the old guy says…directly…”but I got to tell you son, it is going to take one hell of a new aspect…maybe even something new thrown in…to get over that hurdle.”
I acknowledge his comment and swallow the remains of my drink to put that announcement behind me.
We all call it a night. You remind the men of the schedule for the next day and point them toward Bourbon Street and its debaucheries. We wish them well and pay the bill and walk quietly, professionally apart, to out hotel.
We go to our room…undress…clean up a bit and slip into fabulously smooth and soft linen sheets and proceed to kiss and make love gently and slowly until we sleep.
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The next morning…is like the prior night. Professionalism and business decorum prevail. I have a list of alternatives to the sticking point on the contract prepared.
We make negotiating progress… and you even help by relaying strategy points by phone to my client and slip me notes as to their views…super helpful.
But we hit a wall just before lunch. We agree to have lunch together…(you have kindly set up a working sandwich lunch brought into our conference room.)
Again small talk resumes but…a little more subdued.
You and I step outside to chat.
“We need to come up with some new angle,” I say…something they may not know is on the table, possibly?”
“I will call the client now for ideas… can you hang out with them over lunch to keep them from all turning against us?”
You say…”Sure you say…do what you need to, I can take care of them and myself.”
I am on the phone for awhile…maybe 40 minutes. I have a small price concession in hand and we are agreeing to a longer contract, despite our original 5 –year maximum.
I come back into the room and all is surprisingly friendly.
The senior guy…clears his throat and says…”Michael, your assistant is very shrewd and smart. She has just proposed a break through!”
“And…my team and I just want to say how glad we are that you brought Jane along. She saved us all from another week of this…and we are looking forward to dinner and entertainment tonight and of course, to each years’ contract status meeting.”
“Jane, here is just finishing up a small side letter to the agreement we just hammered out.”
We all just quietly chat about the rainy weather and how good last night’s dinner was while you type on your lap top.
Then you say: “here we go, I will print up one for each of us to review and sign.”
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Side Letter to Argyle Corp./Bomax Associates Consulting Engagement of 9/2/21
The principals of Argyle Corp have hereby agreed to the complete and full terms of the above-mentioned Consulting Agreement of today’s date for additional consideration as outlined below:
Clause 1. Definitions
John Speer, Ronald King and Jimmy Ronson are hereby referred to as the Client/Recipients. Jane Miller is hereby referred to as the Service Provider.
Clause 2. Confidentiality
All parties are to refrain from any discussions or notices about this Side letter, its existence, contents or purpose.
Clause 3. Service Contract Period
Beginning on this day, to be completed by 12 pm midnight at a place mutually agreed to by both parties and annually for five (5) years thereafter as part of an annual contract Status meeting in a location to be determined by Ms. Miller.
Clause 4. Scope of Services
Ms. Miller will provide the following personal services for the recipients:
1.Administrative services related to setting up and coordinating the annual Status Meeting.
2.Dinner and evening entertainment scheduling at each meeting
3.Ms. Monroe’s wardrobe is to be selected and provided by Mr. Speer at least two weeks prior to all meetings (although for the first service period occurring on today’s date, Ms. Monroe will determine her wardrobe with any costs reimbursed within 2 weeks by Mr. Speer.)
4.Service Provider will agree to be available to provide services for a period of at least 6 hours per annual meeting.
5.Service Provider will perform the following services:
a.Remove her outer clothing to music of her choice in a sultry manor taking at least 10 minutes to do so.
b.Provide dance entertainment for the Recipients for at least 20 minutes standing no more than 18 inches away.