“You wanted to see me, Sir?”
I was two steps into his office, my suit jacket sliding down my arms as I walked to my location between the chairs in front of his desk.
“Something has come to my attention that might be interesting.”
It wasn’t normal for him to blurt out what was on his mind when I was summoned to his office. We had established something of a protocol of how this was to work. It was akin to a tribal ritual of exchanging pleasant conversation before entering into a serious exchange, a ritual intended to maintain civility and peace, and calm before any interaction. I had thought ours was the same, though it had never been expressed or defined. I undressed and he sat back in his chair to enjoy it before entering into any business.
So, his comment brought me to a stop before even reaching my intended location. After a pause, “Sorry, my dear. That was rude, wasn’t it.” He even looked a bit sheepish. “Please continue.” Which is what I did. I moved to the spot, dropping my jacket in the chair as I came to it. After removing everything but my stockings, heels, and jewelry, I stood before him, slowly turning around before taking my clothes to the clothes tree. Upon returning, “I guess I was just excited to talk to you about this.”
It wasn’t my own impression of our ritual, after all. He had recognized it and caught himself violating it. I sat in the chair I usually used, remembering to use the exaggerated motion as I cross my legs. I smiled as I caught him gazing between my thighs.
“What has you so excited, Sir? A new account potential? If it’s a new toy, you should surprise me, Sir.”
He laughed. “No, nothing like that. Do you remember what you blurted out to Deborah and me last weekend?”
“I think I said a lot of things, Sir. I was very horny, as I recall.”
“You enjoyed it, too, didn’t you slut?”
“I did, Sir. By my reaction at the moment, there was no hiding that fact.”
“Well, I’ll assist your memory. You were telling us you were ready for everything I wished for you to do for me. Everything and anything. Anywhere and anytime. You wanted us to take the next steps.” He paused while watching me. I remembered those words well. There were more as I recalled. Then, as if reading my thoughts, “You also talked about the slut truly being there. It was confusing at first, but you said she was taking over and she wanted to be used.”
“I remember, Sir. You understand, don’t you?”
“It was confusing at first. Then I understood. The slut we were grooming within you, the slut we thought was there finally arrived at that moment. You felt her presence in you at that moment. A presence that demands to be used.”
I was nodding excitedly. He understood. “Yes, Sir, exactly.”
He looked intently into my eyes. “My wife has instructed you well, slut. You don’t slouch when sitting, you stand straight and tall, you hold your shoulders back, making your lovely breasts more prominent. Truly lovely.” He was smiling approvingly. Then, “There will be a situation where slouching will be required.” I looked at him inquiringly. “When I indicate for you to open your legs, like now, I want them over the chair arms.” I did as he indicated and he was correct, I had to slouch to accomplish it.
I smiled at his game, “Is there a point to this, Sir, other than getting a better look at your slut’s pussy?”
“That’s about it, slut. But, it is affirming to see how wet your pussy becomes from these little sessions.” I smiled. It wasn’t approving or obedience. It was merely acceptance. “Now, what had me so excited… I got wind of a convention from a friend at the club. We were just talking and this convention came up. I looked into it and it seemed like it might fill the bill to assist you in going to the step.” He continued to watch me. I couldn’t help but start thinking about what options ‘fill the bill to assist’ might be. “This isn’t business-related. This would just be… your slut coming out to play. You’ve never been gangbanged, have you?”
There it was, I thought. I expressed my thoughts and feelings and emotions and excitement. And he was listening. He heard and he took it to heart. It spurred us into and through what we thought was increasing sexual acts. It has been spectacular!
He was watching my pussy openly displayed and he smiled. “A true way to judge a slut’s reaction. My dear slut Tina, you are leaking. Hell, it is as though your pussy is winking at me.” I blush, but I don’t doubt his assessment for a minute.
He told me his thoughts. This coming Friday we would catch an early afternoon flight and be at the convention hotel by late afternoon. The convention includes people showing, selling products, providing services, and those attending to consider the options available in the industry. He wouldn’t say more about the industry, brushing the question aside with a, “Does it really matter?” No, it didn’t. There would be men, lots of men. There would be me and only me with those men. And, there would be him to watch over me constantly. Those were his promises. The rest were unimportant details he would manage.
“I’m talking to the slut now Tina. This isn’t for the businesswoman who thought she would be playing with me or some clients on occasion. This is for the slut that burst out finally to be acknowledged. Do we go? Do we challenge the slut’s powers?”
I smiled and looked down at my body. My nipples were solid, hard pebbles. My pussy was open with need, juices seeping out, puddling on the vinyl seat. Damn right, we’re going!
* * * * *
We left directly from the office so we were still in our business clothes, which was perfect for the final arrangement of the hotel suite he was able to reserve on an upper floor. The floor contained several suites and was to be one of several floors having hospitality rooms associated with the convention. Walking from the elevators to our suite, we passed several other suites being set up for the evening’s hospitality activities. Mr. Woodburn judged correctly that the amount of booze and food on the floor wouldn’t require that we would need much available inside our suite, but he did allow for the minimum required because the rooms were being booked for hospitality. A giggle that reflected some nerves escaped as I considered the hospitality that would be available in our suite compared to the others. Mr. Woodburn sensed it and gave my hand a squeeze.
Our suite was a series of rooms on the corner of the building. The main living, assembly room could be converted for conferencing or entertaining. A separate large bedroom adjoined it. Each room had its own bathroom but the bedrooms had a large shower and separate jacuzzi. The bedroom had a corner with floor-to-ceiling windows on each outside wall. The curtains were currently closed. In the main room, Mr. Woodburn was overseeing the addition of a few easy chairs and the arrangement of furniture to his liking.
Once the hotel staff left, we focused on the bedroom. He imagined this would be the center of my activity, but we weren’t entirely sure about that once it got going. He propped the door to the suite open and walked down the hall, then walked back. Our suite was at the end of the hall and the layout of the room made it difficult to see much inside except for a narrow view-line. That convinced him the entire suite could be used with minimal risk of drawing more public attention than the word that would undoubtedly spread as the evening progressed. The more we stood in the room and thought about the reality of the situation, the less we felt certain about how many might ultimately be involved.
He held me at arm’s length. “Are you sure? It was an exciting idea, but the reality of the moment is making even me a little nervous.”
I reached up and kissed him hard and passionately. I pressed my body into his and answered through our joined lips, “I’ve never been so ready for anything. You have a slut on your hands, Sir. All I ask is that you watch over her/me. The Miss Tina James, Executive Accounts Director who left the office with you hours ago is not in this building.”
He smiled and we made the final preparations. We stripped the king-sized bed down to the bottom sheet, stuffing the other covers into the closet. He went back into the main room to fuss over the drinks and snacks, making sure everything was as he wanted it, then checking the door. We had no company sign attached to the door. If they didn’t know about what was offered inside, they wouldn’t by being in the hallway. I remained in the bedroom preparing myself. I moved a large bowl of condoms from the bedside stand to the dresser. Some may want to use them. There would not be a requirement that they do. I then opened the curtains around the room. The coming darkness of evening was dropping over the city’s downtown. The lights and faint sounds of traffic below filled the windows as I stood before them.
Feeling nervous but ready, I entered just inside the main room. I glanced at the partially opened door. Mr. Woodburn turned and stopped. I was dressed for the evening to start: thigh-high, white lace stockings, white strap heels, a string of costume pearls looped around my neck, and earrings. My hair was pulled back into a ponytail to be out of the way.
“God, you are beautiful.” He started to say something more when there was a knock on the door.
The door opened hesitantly and four men entered, the door closing behind them onto the doorstop placed there to keep it ajar. The first one stopped when he turned and saw me, then smiled. “We weren’t sure this was the place, but the room number matched. Seeing you there can’t be any mistake.”
I glanced at Mr. Woodburn and smiled, then I walked right up to the men, slipping my arms around two of them, and led them into the room. The nerves were gone. Their hands were stroking my bare back and butt. We weren’t doing anything fancy with drinks: beer and simple alcohol. We didn’t want a bartender who would have to be hotel staff. I took their requests and served them their drinks. We talked and got comfortable and, surprisingly to me, it was more them than me. One of the guys shared a joke and we laughed as there was another knock at the door. Mr. Woodburn greeted them, this time closing the door to avoid hotel staff wandering in unannounced.