EROTIC STORIES :

THE NEGOTIATORS
© remittance girl, 2004

The dark mahogany boardroom table reflected sharp-edged inverted facsimiles of the two individuals who sat opposite each other. The flat dark lake faithfully mirrored the opponents while leaving an inky gulf between them.

The woman sat composed but rigid. The black hair smoothed to her head and bound in a chignon also reflected the streaks of light that shot into the room between the slats of the Venetian blinds. Beneath the dark, arched brows, hazel eyes stared out calmly from behind her black-rimmed spectacles. But the edges of her scarlet lips twitched with tension, betraying the serenity of her other features.

She looked down and casually tugged at the cuff of her quiet suit-jacket. This would have gone unnoticed but for the fact that she wore no shirt beneath it. The jacket buttoned snuggly at her waist, parting above to reveal the cleft of her perfect breasts. Beneath the table, and beneath her short wool skirt, she crossed a pair of stocking-sheathed legs. The friction whispered as one nylon thigh slid over the other. In the stillness of the room it sounded the sweep of a curtain.

"Your offer is insulting. It does not even begin to reflect the value of our assets. Surely you will admit that we possess something you need. Therefore, the offer needs to be compatible with the level of that need. If this was the opening gambit, sir, it has failed."

The man across the table leaned back into the concave comfort of the black leather seat. With his back to the window, the sharp lines of his jaw, nose and brow were accentuated by shadows. They rendered his expression inscrutable. He inhaled deeply and laced his fingers together, resting them on his stomach. He wore a somber suit to match hers, but a white shirt nestled like frost between the lapels of his open jacket; the burgundy tie, a dark red river against the snow. His gaze swept the broad expanse of the polished wood, resting momentarily on the inverted image that pooled like liquid before his opponent.

"The offer reflects nothing more than market forces and the risks inherent in a merger of this type. When two corporate entities of equal size merge, the likelihood of short-term instability is great. We need to account for this. Furthermore, we are negotiating in good faith. Many of your assets are, as yet, unevaluated."

The woman considered a moment and then placed both hands on the lip of the table and pushed. Her chair rolled back, away from the table, affording her opponent a head to toe view of her.

"In the interests of full disclosure, we are willing to allow an assessment to take place," she said cordially. "Let it never be said that these negotiations were tainted in any way but subterfuge or deception."

Slowly, she uncrossed her legs and parted them until the hem of her short skirt pulled taut against her thighs. Each glossy black stiletto settled firmly into the plush grey carpeting. Then, calmly, she shifted in her seat, sliding her hips forward. The friction of wool against leather caused her skirt to ride up and exposed twin bands of creamy skin above the dark lines of her sheer black stay-ups.

Her opponent leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. His eyes fixed on the dark space between her parted thighs. He inhaled deeply again and then, suddenly, pushing his own chair back, stood up. He walked slowly beside the long line of empty chairs around the table and stopped beside one, on her side. He pulled it out, turned it sideways and sat down.

"I always find that face to face negotiations are more productive," he whispered, reaching over, laying his hand on the arm of her chair and swiveling it. The woman allowed her heels to drag deep furrows through the carpet’s weave as the chair rotated. Once again they were eye to eye, only much closer now, and without the barrier of the table between them.

She surveyed her opponent carefully. Out of the shadow, she could see just how angular his face was. Patrician, and slightly arrogant, his smile rose but did not quite take in the steel grey eyes beneath the heavy salt and pepper brows. His aquiline nose still cast a dark shadow across his left cheek and she could see that his slicked back hair was shot through with silver.

This was disconcerting. She had thought her opponent perhaps a year or two older than her. But realizing that he was many years her senior, she feared his experience might very well slant the negotiations in his favor. However, as she resumed her position, she noticed that his gaze had dropped to the void between her legs and that, almost imperceptibly, a small muscle on the side of his jaw twitched.

The woman sighed softly and edged her hips even further forward in the chair. The leather squeaked softly as the underside of her thighs slid over it. She smiled, one corner of her mouth lifting slightly higher than the other.

"As you can see, the assets are as listed and as described," she said. "We are extremely proud of who we are. And, as I said before, your offer does not reflect the quality of our corporate structure. Furthermore, ours are not the only assets that require valuation. It would be imprudent of us not to assure ourselves that our partner in this merger possessed properties of equal or greater value."

The man had himself slid down slightly in his seat and was apparently mesmerized by what was now on display before him. In fact, the prominent bulge in his trousers seemed to suggest that a better offer was to be expected shortly. An elbow on each armrest, he steepled his hands and touched his fingers to pursed lips. After a considerable period of consideration, he exhaled and looked her in the eye.

"You realize that a merger is not the only option for us? A buyout would suit us just as well. In fact, after careful thought, a simple buyout might be the most profitable move for us. It would provide for a far more reliable corporate governance structure. There would be no doubt as to who was in charge."

The smile that had played on the woman’s lips grew broader. But it wasn’t acceptance; it was a challenge. The painted nails of her hand reached to the single button that held her suit jacket closed and undid it. Released, the lapels sprung apart to reveal pert, ivory globes, each the size of a small grapefruit. Modest coffee-colored areolas surrounded each dark pink nipple.

"A buy-out is not completely out of the question," she said, her nipples stiffening in the cold office air. "But we certainly would not sell without verifying that the newly formed entity would have competent leadership. As a responsible corporation, we would need to know that our assets were being left in strong, responsible hands."

Her opponent leaned forward once again. This time, he placed a broad, well manicured hand on each of her knees. He pulled gently and her chair rolled easily towards him. Sliding a firm hand along each thigh until they rested on bare skin, he let his thumbs glance slowly over the warm, tender skin between. Then further, under the grey wool skirt, his hands roamed and then stopped, hidden from view.

She could hear his breath now, deeper and more urgent. She swallowed against the dryness in her mouth as his thumbs slid over her neat trimmed mound. It was difficult to fight the desire to move her hips but she was sure that any sign of over-eagerness on her part would weaken her side in the negotiations. Staring straight into his eyes, she cemented the placid expression on her face and calmed her own breathing. Casually she let her gaze slip down into his lap. The modest bulge that had been there previously had taken on far greater proportions and his cock was clearly straining against the fabric of his trousers.

Just then, the two thumbs buried between her legs plunged between her labia, spreading them wide and exposing the pent-up wetness inside. Dexterously her opponent grazed the pad of one thumb over her throbbing clit. He moved the other one down and drew small persuasive circles around the entrance to her hole, tightening the circle each time until finally he pushed into her shallowly.

She licked furtively at her dry lips. If she allowed things to go on like this, there would be nothing left for her to bargain with. The woman took a deep, stuttered breath and, easing her stockinged foot free of its shiny stiletto, she raised a slender leg and nestled her sheathed foot in his lap. She moved her leg, using her toes to stroke the long, clearly delineated line of his erection. At first she trailed over it lightly and felt it jump and strain, but then, noticing the beneficial results of her endeavors, she pressed more firmly, dragging the ball of her foot up and down the pulsing, covered shaft.

Her change of position had dislodged one hand. He did not fight her for territory, but ceded and improvised. Nonchalantly, he unbuttoned his trousers and slid his zipper down. Then, taking a firm grasp of her questing foot, he directed it inside his clothing and onto the hot, hard cock beneath.

His leadership was masterful indeed, she thought, feeling a spot of moisture soak into the nylon toe of her stocking. She pointed the toe and tickled gently but insistently at the sensitive area beneath the crown of his cock. Her opponent groaned and pressed his thumb deeper into her wet passage. For a moment, she actually wondered whether she hadn’t got the upper hand but, in a serious breach of unity, her hips began to tilt and rock of their own accord, giving him deeper access and exposing her need.

Just then, as she had concluded that a buyout was by far the best offer, he pushed his chair back and stood up. Without a moment’s warning, he lifted and pushed her, face down, onto the boardroom table. Stepping swiftly behind her, he wrenched her skirt up over her hips. She felt the chilled air on her naked buttocks and the cool smooth wood beneath her breasts.

His hands stroked the silky skin of her ass proprietarily and his breath came ragged and noisy as he nudged her legs apart with his knees.

"I think we have moved past the initial stage of the negotiations," he panted. Between her legs, the woman felt the hot, sticky head of her opponents cock; he snugged the tip deep into the furrow of her cunt and teased it back and forth tantalizingly.

"This isn’t a buyout, is it?" she panted hoarsely, struggling beneath him. All her strategies, all her carefully laid plans had come to naught. Her position was untenable, her gambit lost.

"No," her opponent grunted, pushing his thick pulsing cock into the tight wet velvet cave. "This, my dear," he gasped, thrusting in deep and holding himself there, buried to the hilt, "is a hostile takeover."

Still impaled, she felt him pull her jacket off and run his hands along the bare flesh of her back. How was she going to face her board? How would she explain the total change of ownership? How could she resist the delicious cock that, at this very moment, grew harder and thicker inside her? The woman whimpered her frustration and used her cunt muscles to beg for more, squeezing, milking him.

Her owner laughed gruffly and bent over her. His gold tie-clip pinched as he pressed his chest to her back and whispered into her ear. "Oh, what a greedy little cunt you have, my dear."

The moan escaping her throat was cut short as he pulled out fast and rammed his cock back into her hard. The force of the thrust shoved her over the gleaming surface, her moist skin tugging and stretching painfully beneath her. Half-expecting the rest of the meeting to continue at this pitch, she was surprised when he leant forward again. "This is my company, and we do things my way, here," he said.
Filled with his cock, she felt him slowly grind into her over and over, his hips moving in a circular fashion as he stirred deep into her core. His hands reached beneath her to cup her tits, squeezing and tugging as he fucked.

She closed her eyes and reveled in the pleasure, spreading her legs as far apart as they would go. Deep inside, his cock head pushed and pushed against her cervix, sending gorgeous rivers of electricity up her spine. Slowly, his thrusts became wilder, more urgent.

"Ah-h yes," he hissed. "Now... now you're mine."

"Yes," she moaned, her orgasm building, coming closer with each stroke of his thick cock. "But...why....why didn’t you just get the lawyers to do it? You could have bought a much stronger concern than ours."

He fucked her hard now, holding her hips as he plunged into her sweet hole repeatedly. She couldn’t hold back any longer, crying out as she began to shudder and convulse. Brilliant floods of pleasure swept over her body, blossoming out and then narrowing down to a tight ring around his bursting prick.

Suddenly he grunted and jerked, hot thick streams of cum pumping into her twitching cunt. She groaned as she felt the heat spread through her and clamped tight around him, begging him for more.

Collapsing down on her, burying his face in her neck, he whispered. "Yup. But I liked you so much, I bought the company."