“Well, I am rather busy and I do have to prepare for a luncheon meeting tomorrow, but if we aren’t out too long I’d guess that would be okay.” “Ooooh a LUNCHEON meeting,” she said teasingly. How impressive; with whom?” I told her all the details about Mr. Goddard and his associate and how important it was that I be at my best. “In that case I have the just the thing!” “Yeah?” “A Carnival.” “A carnival . . . How on earth will THAT help?” “Well you said that it is important that you be sharp tomorrow. I know just how to do it. Trust me,” she said smiling. Why did she have to say “Trust me?” Of course that clinched it and I HAD to agree to go. She told me call her after I left the office and got home. Later after work I did as she instructed and called her. “Tonight I want you to wear a one-piece outfit. Do you own anything like that?” she asked. “Well, I do have a one piece sun-dress. It’s a white, loose-fitting tank top that flairs to a skirt, why?” “That’s PERFECT! Wear that and NOTHING else,” she instructed. “I’ll pick you up.”
otherwise I might have been caught naked without an excuse and been in REAL trouble. “They got away,” the officer said. “They dropped the dress and ran when they saw me chasing them. Don’t worry they won’t get far. My partners are after them as we speak. Do you want to press charges for assault?” “Um, no that’s okay. They were just having fun and things got out of hand. No harm done,” I explained. “Well, if you’re sure?” he asked and I once again confirmed my desire to let things drop. He smiled and tipped is hat and resumed his rounds. They crowd also disbursed leaving Karen and me alone. She looked at me and then suddenly busted out laughing. “What’s so funny?” I asked. “YOU are, Have you looked at your dress?” “No,” I replied then looked down. That little tear actually ran all the way up the dress to my belly button leaving a wide gap between my legs. My pubes were easily seen by anyone passing by. I quickly reached down and held the dress closed. “Let’s play a game,” Karen said slyly. “Now what?” I asked nervously. “If in the next 60 seconds some girl gets her blown up at the Funhouse revealing her panties to the crowd – you walk around the carnival leaving your dress alone. Whatever happens, happens.” “And if no girl gets exposed?”
“Lisa?” I said totally bewildered. “What on earth are you doing here?” She just looked at me menacingly without saying a word. My clients would be arriving soon and the LAST thing I needed was for Lisa to cause a scene. “I can’t talk now. I have a business meeting to conduct.” “I know,” she said simply, “with Mr. Goddard. Karen told me this morning.” She just kept looking at me sternly. Finally I had endured enough. “Just what is it that you want?” “You couldn’t leave it alone could you? I saw the two of you last night. Karen was supposed to take ME to that carnival yesterday. Instead she called and told me she couldn’t make it. I suspected that something was up so I went anyway and what did I see?” “Now Lisa . . .” I said cautiously. “You’re blowing this all out of proportion. It’s not what it looks like!” “I warned you not to mess with me and to Karen alone!” “Now just a darn minute, I talked with yesterday about it and even suggested that she spend more time with you. Just ask her yourself.” “Oh she told me you brought up the fact that you thought I was jealous. Do you know what she said? She told me to get over it! Can you believe that? She told ME to get over it!” “Oh . . .” I said empathetically. Lisa’s expression turned to one of despair. “I you need another lesson as obviously you learned NOTHING from our last encounter.”
“Fine 10% is too low then. Okay, how about 13%?” he asked as if we were negotiating. I really don’t . . . hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” I said almost losing it completely as she actually inserted a finger inside of me!! “15% and that’s the best I can live with!” he said directly. Actually my company had authorized a rate as low as 11% so I was pleased to see that he was willing to agree to such a generous fee for that particular service. “Done,” I said breathing rapidly now as Penny was fingering me with a vengeance! “You sure get into these tough negotiations, don’t you?” He asked obviously referring to my heavy breathing. I couldn’t believe what was happening! A perfect stranger was trying her best to get me off I sat bottomless in an elite restaurant as a VERY important client sat right across from me totally oblivious to what was going on!! I was sopping wet and totally embarrassed. “You drive a hard bargain, sir.” I replied answering his question. I then looked over at that man at the next table who had previously been giving me the eye. He was all smiles and I knew that he was watching EVERYTHING! Penny asked for a counter-concession from me on the length of the contract and proposed increasing the term another year while holding the fees the same. At the same time she also increased the rate of her fingering such that I was close to an orgasm. I had no such authority to agree to that request but it was too late I felt pressure building below and . . . Oooooooo, aahhhhhhhhhhh, hmm, hmmm, hmmmmm hmmmmmmmmmm” I muttered under my breath as I came so hard it was all I could do not to shout.
“Because you wanted to humiliate me?” “No, Mr. Darthwaite and I thought you had what it and we wanted to test you to see if we were right.” “Huh? Mr. Darthwaite is in on this too?” “I’m going to tell you something that is strictly confidential. There’ll be serious consequences if you EVER breathe a word of this to anyone.” “Go on,” I encouraged reluctantly. “In our competitive business climate we’ve discovered that sex sells. It’s part of a well-designed corporate strategy. YOU have been part of that strategy. Didn’t it occur to you that your best success with clients came when you found yourself in compromising situations? Think back to Mr. Benson, Mr. Goddard and Mr. Jefferson. They all ‘caught’ you in sexually embarrassing situations. As a result, the company got the contracts and YOU got the promotion.” “You’ve GOT to be kidding?!” I said in disbelief. “You mean all of the stuff that happened to me was by design?” “Yes. In fact you’ve already proved the validity of our strategy yourself. When you weren’t doing well with your clients what type of person were you? A professional that’s what you were. And you know what? Companies are FULL of professionals. What drives our success revolves around sex – pure and simple; nothing overt – just some innocent exposure that can break down barriers.” “You mean you and Lisa aren’t in a dom/submissive lifestyle? That all the things you did to me and let me do to you was all an ACT and strictly business?!!” “In a manner of speaking, that’s correct. Lisa and I are known internally within the company as ‘Handlers’. We recruit potential key employees to help the firm succeed and manage their activities.”