Business mixed with Pleasure

Sex is a sensation caused by temptation, when a man puts his location in a woman’s destination.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Sunny Newman had always known that she had, on some level, used her attractiveness to gain an advantage in her business life. She would never freely admit it to herself, let alone anyone else, but deep down she knew that being young and flirtatious had helped her greatly in building her business.
At only 33-years-old divorced mother of one child, living and owning a business in Burleson a town of 41,280. Burleson is appealing to many because of its easy proximity to the Dallas/ Fort Worth Metroplex; low taxes; a family-oriented environment; an outstanding school system; plentiful affordable land; more than 26 square miles of rolling hills, lakes and parks; and, it’s one of the fastest growing and desirable communities in the Metroplex. She has managed to build her successful boutique marketing agency into a legitimately profitable enterprise, thanks in most part to her business savvy, but with some timely assistance from a little extra leg here and there or the occasional seductive glance. Things were going well — the money is good and she is starting to enjoy the fruits of her labor, the finer things in life — a flashy little sports car and a pricey condo with a waterfront view to start.

But then the recession hit. The economy went in the toilet and her clients cut way back on their marketing expenses. And no matter how much she wiggled her ass, signing new accounts is getting harder and harder. Prospects are drying up fast, but it is not until one of her best customers told her that they were considering cutting their quarterly spend with them by 50 percent that Sunny became desperate. Immediately she begina full scale sales assault on the vice president of marketing of her big client. She knew that if they slashed their budget that significantly that she would be in serious trouble. Repeated emails and phone calls went unanswered and had her fearing the worst. Luckily for her, after almost two torturous weeks, she finally received the long awaited phone call not from the VP of marketing but from Mr. John Malone. The CEO of Malone International. Her good fortune continued when I informed her that I would be in Burlson to meet with her at the end of the week and have a dinner meeting with her. A face-to-face meeting is even better than she had hoped for. Rather than pleading her case on the phone or via email, in her desperate state she will have no problem resorting to her flirtatious ways to convince me to pull back on the proposed budget cut. We set the dinner for the restaurant in the five-star Ashton hotel in Fort Worth a thirty minute drive from Burlson, I would be staying at during my brief trip.

I arranged for a sitter for her child in Fort Worth. When the day arrived, Sunny took the afternoon off work and gave herself ample time to prepare for the meeting. She started with a manicure and pedicure at her favorite spa and then a quick stop at the Victoria’s Secret across the street to pick up the most flattering push-up bra she can find. Then she headed home for the final touches and to put the whole package together. She put on the black lace bra and matching panties and admired its handiwork in her bedroom mirror. Victoria sure knew what she was doing — her breasts look fantastic and the plunging front showcased an incredible amount of cleavage. She added a pair of sheer black stockings and then wrapped a black corduroy pencil skirt around her waist, which created a fabulously sleek and sexy silhouette. A pair of four inch red stilettos finished off her lower half and then she begins the finishing touches on the upper. Grinning to herself at how her outfit was coming together, she selected a vibrant red French cuff shirt that stretched to conform to her shapely body. She purposely only did up a few of the bottom buttons, allowing her new favorite bra to do its magic and show off her accentuated 34Cs. It was not too much of a leap of faith to assume that most any man would appreciate the view, even an older, divorced man such as John.


Finishing off her look for the meeting, she applied a nominal amount of liner and shadow to her sparkling eyes, a light sweep of blush to her near perfect complexion and then painted her thin, kissable lips a soft cotton-candy pink. To complete the look she ran her fingers loosely through her blonde hair and shook out her curls, letting the loose, super-shiny curls tumble down past her shoulders. She is ready. Sunny knew that her meticulous preparations are having the desired effect right from the start of the dinner meeting. She arrived a few minutes late — on purpose — so she could watch my eyes as my gaze followed her as she walked into the restaurant. As she made her way towards the table, I immediately rose to greet her. We shook hands and I closed in for a kiss on the cheek, which she gladly accepted, taking the opportunity to press her bosom against my chest ever so slightly. Just a little taste, she thought to herself. ” Hi.” I said softly as I pull away from their brief embrace, my breath warm against her cheek. ” Sunny, you look beautiful.” Not that she needed the confirmation, but hearing me validate her assumption that I had been checking her out as she walked in made her smile to herself. Her confidence in being able to manipulate the situation to her advantage is already growing. ” Aw, thanks John.” She replied in the sweetest, most genuine voice she could muster. ” So do you.”

It is only a half lie, she figured. I’m by no means a classically handsome man, but it is not as if I’m hideous. She guessed that I was in my late fifties, and she found me a little too tanned for her liking, but my olive complexion did seem to work for me, as I complimented it adequately against my white linen dress shirt and blue pin-striped suit. The crow’s feet wrinkles around my dark eyes showed my age, as did the salt and pepper grey throughout my close-shaven hair. We engaged in some typical small talk as we had a glass of wine and she could definitely feel my stare lingering on her throughout our conversation. Once our meals came we begin to talk a little business as we ate and she sensed her position strengthening by the minute as I continually glanced back at her as if hoping for eye contact. By the time dessert arrived, we were finally into the specifics of our meeting. Sunny offered up her best sales pitch as to why my company had to resist the urge to cut our marketing costs, and our spend with her in particular. She is articulate, well-informed and on point throughout and, of course, threw in plenty of flirting and subtle innuendo the whole time. After awhile it seemed as though she was truly swaying my decision in her favor. When the meal concluded and the waitress brought the check, she jumped at my suggestion to head up to my room to look over some numbers. We arrived at my suite on the twentieth floor and we entered an elegant room with a beautiful view of the city. I turned on some music and made my way to the mini bar, offering her a drink. It is at that moment that the light bulb finally flicked on and it occurred to her that I might think we were up there for more than going over some financials. Her speculation quickly begins to appear accurate as I handed her a glass of wine and begin to speak.

” I know things are tough for you right now,” I said with a knowing smile that insinuated much more than my words. ” I’ll be honest, you have made some compelling arguments for me to reconsider cutting our budget.” She nodded as I continued. ” I really do feel like we work well together,” I added as I removed my suit jacket and tossed it on the desk chair. ” Don’t you?” ” Yes, of course.” She agreed, her stomach in knots as the uncertainty of the situation continues. ” Good,” I replied, loosening my tie as I pace around the room. ” I think that if we move forward with our current expenditures, we should work even more closely with one another.” ” Oh…” she said softly, looking down as my not so subtle insinuation sunk in. ” I would very much like to develop a working relationship,” I continued, raising my eyebrows as I saw the realization in her eyes. ” Do you think that would be something we could do if we renew our contract with you at the current level?” She stayed silent for a moment as I continue to walk around the room. Her face went flush red and she begins to tremble slightly. She took a deep breath. ” I suppose.” She whispered as I circled around her, surprising herself with her words. All of a sudden she feels me move in close behind her, my body tight against hers. She feels my hot breath through her hair as I spoke. ” I do like to mix business with pleasure Sunny.” I whisper as I press my nose in the bed of curls behind her ear. ” But your…” she mustered in contention as she feels me press against her harder, my pelvis forced against her ass. ” Don’t you worry about that honey,” I answered as my lips found her neck and I gingerly touched them to her flesh. ” Unless it turns you on to be the ‘other woman’ as you fuck a divorced man.”

I continue to alternate between kissing her neck and nuzzling into her hair, while my hips slowly begin to gyrate as I continue to press my pelvis into her. She is speechless, she is uncertain whether it was from the audacity of my actions or the apathy of hers. ” Tell me Sunny,” I whispered in her ear between kisses. ” Tell me if you’re willing to make this business partnership work.” I was going to make her say it. ” Yes.” She replies softly. With her affirmative answer, I turn her around to face me, a devilish grin across my lips. A hand swiftly wrapped around the back of her neck and pulling her in. I kiss her deeply, forcing my tongue into her mouth and pulling her towards me at the same time. It is a brief, but intense lip-lock, and as soon as I broke it I step back and set to work. ” Take off your clothes.” I demanded, my eyes indicating that it is more than a request. She feels her eyes well up with tears for a second and turned sideways and begin to unfasten her skirt. It slides down over her legs, exposing her stockings that went up to the middle of her thighs, held there by its own tightness, no garters. ” You are fucking beautiful,” I complimented as I nodded my approval. ” I am going to enjoy working closely with you.” I slowly begin to walk around her, looking at her from all angles. Sunny feels like a common whore, stripping for my pleasure and cannot help but notice when I reach down to adjust myself slightly to compensate for my growing excitement.