“Get Brook’s business, whatever you have to do, Pam. Even if you have to sleep with him.”
These words from her boss, Miranda Kerr resonated with Pamela Parkes. It had been a bad year at the Mirage ad agency They were massively down on in the first two quarters and probably looking at redundancies if things didn’t pick up.
Lance Brooks could be their saviour; he was the CEO of a multi-million-dollar fast-food restaurant franchise and looking to potentially put his advertising spend with Mirage.
There was definite sexual chemistry between Pam and Lance. She picked up on it within the first couple of meetings. Although she wasn’t going to sleep with him, she had no problems with flirting if it helped the disastrous work situation and got her a healthy bonus in the process.
Pam knew she needed to close this deal at their next meeting.
That morning, she has butterflies in her stomach, so much is resting on her. Brian, her fiancé, gets dressed, kisses her goodbye, wishes her luck, and goes on his way to work.
Pam and Lance meet at a hotel between their two respective offices in Manhattan. Lance Brook is waiting as Pam walks in. He is tall, with dark, neatly cut hair, and in an expensive suit, there is an air of money about him.
Lance can’t help but notice how attractive Pam looks in her business-like cream shirt and white skirt. She is bare-legged with striking navy suede heels—her deep black hair bouncing on her shoulders.
They order coffee and settle at a secluded table in the foyer.
“Great to see you again, Pamela,” Lance comments.
“You too,” she replies.
They talk about the proposal, and Pam is convinced she is winning him over as she starts to flirt a little, purposely rubbing her leg against his.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” Pam says, innocently.
“Don’t worry, Pamela.”
“You can call me, Pam.”
“Your legs look lovely and smooth,” Lance quips.
“Thanks, I shaved this morning,” she replies and moves her leg back against his.
Lance starts stroking her ankle, his hand slowly going up to her knee.
“And are you shaved everywhere?” Lance asks, looking directly at her.
“You mean?”
“Yes, downtown.”
Pam wonders where this is going. She had started it.
“Well, it is trimmed downstairs, if that is what you are wondering,” she says, playing along.
“Why don’t you go to the toilet, take off your underwear, and then you can show me!” Lance suggests.
“You want me to take my panties off?” she says, biting her lip.
“Yes.”
She spots the toilet and excuses herself.
“What the fuck am I doing?” she sighs.
She thinks about the greater good and keeping her job. She puts her hand up her skirt and pulls her knickers down. She shuffles her legs and watches the garment fall to the floor.
Lance sits revelling as she walks back towards him. With a big smile on her face, Pam puts her blue lace panties on his lap and sits back down.
“Here! You can keep those,” she says.
“Are you going to show me?”
Pam quickly opens her bare legs and gives Lance a glimpse up her skirt. Her pussy looks fresh and inviting, with a neat triangle of black hair above her pouting slit forming a martini glass shape between her thighs. After a minute of Lance staring down there, she crosses her legs.
“I am going to give you the business, Pam. We can sign the contracts whenever you want.”
“That’s great Lance, thank you, you won’t be disappointed.”
Pam breathes a sigh of relief and shakes Lance’s hand as they get up to leave.
“I will give you the business, no question. But I could make the deal a bit sweeter for you. I will give you exclusivity for five years instead of three if you are up for a game of chance?”
“Ok, what are the rules?” Pam says, intrigued.
“If this hotel has any rooms available, you have to come upstairs with me,” Lance replies.
Pam pauses and thinks about what could be happening. Lance is an attractive guy in good shape, a little older than her in his late thirties; it could be worse.
“Yes, ok,” she replies.
“Ok, wait here, I’ll go and check.”
Pam gets up and nervously stands waiting. She watches Lance talk to the receptionist. By the body language, it didn’t look like they had anything. Then she sees him get out his credit card; they must have a room after all.
“The hotel had one room still available,” Lance says as he walks back with the key.
He takes her hand, and they walk over to the elevator. Pam could feel her pussy getting wet at the thought of what was about to happen. It bings as they get to their floor. Lance guides her to his room down the corridor.
As soon as the door is closed, Lance takes off his jacket and then pushes Pam against the wall. His hands are running all over her body as he plants kisses on her neck. He undoes her white shirt and completely pulls it off. He frantically undoes her bra as his kisses move down to her perky breasts, chest, and stomach. His hand then goes up Pam’s skirt and between her legs, touching her and then slowly his fingers go inside her. She moans uncontrollably as his fingers go deeper inside her aching snatch. She is getting so wet.
Pam undoes Lance’s trousers and starts stroking his hard cock. They make their way to the bed, and she removes his shirt and kisses his torso, then completely takes off his trousers. He pushes her onto the crisp white sheets and unzips her skirt, pulling it off in the process. He then gets on top and pushes his cock between her tits, sliding it up and down. He then takes her feet to his mouth and pulls off her heels and starts sucking her black-painted toes and kissing her feet.
