CORPORATE AFFAIRS

A collection of twenty erotic stories

Edited by Elizabeth Coldwell

Published by Xcite Books Ltd – 2012

ISBN 9781908086679

Copyright © Xcite Books Ltd 2012

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The stories contained within this book are works of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the authors’ imaginations and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental

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Intimate Negotiations
by Viva Jones

By the time their cocktails arrived, chilled and refreshing, Jenna and Daisy were more than ready for them. For two long days they’d held meetings and presentations geared toward getting investment for their on-line lingerie and nightwear firm, Daisyjen. The convention, which linked entrepreneurs with investors, had been a fantastic networking opportunity, but although their products and ideas had been well received, they still had no confirmed deal on the table.

‘There were three good leads today, you’ve got to admit,’ Jenna said, taking a sip of her Cosmopolitan.

‘I’d just be happier if someone had said “yes I’m in, where do I sign?”’ Daisy sighed, licking a little salt off the rim of her Margarita. ‘We’re not asking for the earth, just a bit of seed money.’

She felt dejected. Just to attend the convention, set in a four-star business hotel, had cost them a fair amount, and they were used to being more persuasive. They were a good double act, with Jenna, all dark hair and wild voluptuousness, contrasting dramatically with Daisy’s petite frame, blonde and neatly put together. They were like Elizabeth Taylor and Grace Kelly, people often commented. Sadly, they lacked the money of either.

‘No one’s going to make a decision that quickly,’ Jenna said, surveying the room. All around them, business men and women were gathering: some were entrepreneurs looking for capital, others investors, looking for that new, choice deal. ‘They need to go away, maybe show the products to their wives, think about it, then come back.’

‘We made good contacts,’ Daisy agreed, having another sip. She liked her friend’s positive attitude. They’d met years earlier at university and, despite both going into different areas, Daisy into design, and Jenna into marketing, they’d always remained friends and were, during the not infrequent periods when neither had a boyfriend, occasional lovers. Theirs was a special bond, based on friendship, respect, and trust, along with a dollop of mutual sexual attraction.

They’d had the idea one afternoon on a West End shopping trip, when neither could find lingerie and nightwear they particularly liked. Over tea and delicate pink-frosted cupcakes in the café of a chi-chi department store, they began to figure out how they could work together, and their excitement had grown. They would create a range of beautiful, sensual but ultimately grown-up lingerie and nightwear that would look and feel luxurious but was still affordable. Now they had their first prototypes, they were determined to make their joint effort work.

‘And there’s the gala dinner tonight,’ Jenna reminded her. ‘Who knows who we might meet then?’

As she said this, Daisy spotted an extremely handsome man across the room, tall and slim, in his late thirties, with a ready smile and an easy manner. He had blond, boyish hair, piercing blue eyes, and a soft golden tan. ‘Who’s that one there, the one in Armani?’

‘I have no idea, but good God I’d happily die finding out,’ said Jenna.

‘That’s Kieran Devlish,’ volunteered the man sitting at the bar next to them. ‘Devlish Capital Investment. Very wealthy guy.’

‘That’s Kieran Devlish?’ Jenna said. ‘I contacted him three times trying to fix an appointment, and never once did I hear back from him.’

‘He’s from South Africa, originally,’ the man went on, clearly pleased to have such an attentive – and beautiful – audience. ‘Made a fortune in e-commerce at an early age, and now invests mostly in eco-resorts, conservation issues, and sustainable energy. Whatever he touches turns to gold, though. He’s a busy guy, and in great demand.’

‘Devilishly hard to get hold of,’ quipped Daisy.

‘Where’s he headed?’ Jenna asked, her eyes following Devlish as he crossed the bar floor, pausing to work the room, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries like a benevolent king greeting a crowd. ‘You know something, Daze? This could be our last chance.’

They drained their drinks and reached for their bags, ready to pounce.

‘He’s heading for the lift!’ hissed Daisy.

‘Follow that man!’

They rushed after the investor and made it inside the lift just as the doors closed. Kieran Devlish smiled as the two stunning women, as different as night and day, joined him.

‘Mr Devlish. I’m Jenna and this is Daisy, and we’re co-founders of Daisyjen Lingerie. I emailed you several times about making an appointment here.’

‘That’s right, that rings a bell,’ he admitted in a soft but sexy accent. ‘I’m sorry, but lingerie really isn’t in my sphere of operations. The only thing that interests me is how to get it off.’

‘Why don’t you open your mind and give us a chance?’ Jenna persisted.

‘Ten minutes of your time,’ Daisy added. ‘That’s all we need.’

‘I was heading for my hotel room for a nap before dinner,’ he told them. ‘Ten minutes? With two beautiful women?’ The doors opened at his floor. ‘Let’s make it fifteen.’

Inside his suite, they sat around a coffee table, the two women opposite Devlish on the sofa. Jenna flipped open her laptop and began to show him their website, with examples of their made-to-measure lingerie, and, most importantly, detailed instructions on how to measure for bras and underwear to ensure a perfect fit.

‘I love what you’ve done here, and it all looks very pretty, but, as I told you earlier, lingerie just isn’t my thing.’

‘Why don’t you show this to your wife, and get some feedback from her?’ Daisy suggested, offering him a card.

‘I don’t have a wife, I’m afraid. Or a steady girlfriend, for that matter. Too much business and travel. And I just don’t know one bra from the other. If you seriously expect me to take this any further, I’d need to study the merchandise.’

The two friends looked at each other and, in that look, they both understood implicitly what needed to be done, and how to go about doing it. Even if he did turn them down at the end of it, he was so damned hot, they’d have had fun trying.

‘That can be arranged,’ Daisy said, unfastening her blouse and letting it slip off her shoulders to reveal a delicate pale lemon-coloured bra. ‘Look at the detailing here?’ She leant forward, allowing him a peek at the stitching.

‘Our research showed that a lot of women have problems with fastenings, finding them itchy and awkward,’ Jenna explained. ‘So our bras have different ways of removal.’

As she said this, Daisy unhooked an invisible clasp that was holding the two cups of her bra together, just enough to reveal her cleavage, before hooking it together again.

‘Why don’t I get us a drink?’ Devlish suggested, shifting in his armchair. ‘I could sure use one.’ He went to the refrigerator and produced a bottle of champagne, which he opened with a flourish. ‘This has to be the best presentation I’ve seen all convention.’

‘And I haven’t even shown you the undies yet,’ Daisy said, standing up and slipping off her skirt to reveal her long, slender legs and a matching pair of lemon-coloured panties. ‘These are so comfortable you hardly know they’re on,’ she told him, twirling in front of him as he handed her a glass. ‘Research shows that a lot of women have problems with the seams, rubbing against their skin. But look at the work here.’ She pulled a piece of the material up, revealing more of her thigh, and placed his fingers on it. ‘Can you feel how gentle that is?’

As he stroked the fabric, his finger brushed lightly against the soft skin that led toward her pubic mound, and an electric charge jolted between them.

‘Jenna,’ Daisy said, distracting him, ‘is wearing our night-time range.’

As she said this, Jenna unbuttoned her tight jacket and let it drop onto the arm of the sofa, to reveal a dark purple and black satin and lace bra that could barely contain her voluptuous breasts. She stepped toward Devlish. ‘Try the fastening for yourself. See how easy it is.’

Devlish put down his glass and politely tried the front fastening, opening it up and then immediately closing it again.

‘Now, these undies are a little different,’ Jenna told him matter-of-factly, stepping out of her skirt to reveal matching knickers, stockings, and suspenders.

‘Most women admit that stepping out of knickers is deeply unsexy.’ Daisy took over. ‘They can’t do it elegantly, especially in high heels. And women like to tease their lovers, after all. So we’ve found an alternative way, using very fine but strong Velcro. Just look.’

Jenna slipped her hands to the side of her panties and, turning so that Devlish got a better view, pulled the two pieces of fabric apart.

‘I think I need to sit down here,’ Devlish said, slumping onto the edge of his king-sized double bed. ‘Do you present like this to all your potential investors?’

‘Most were happy with PowerPoint,’ Jenna conceded.

‘OK, my head is spinning here and so I’m going to say yes. This is not remotely what I normally work on so I’ll keep it informal. It’ll be a private investment of my own, rather than going through my company. But I like you girls. I like your attitude and your confidence. So I’ll sign up and lend you the full amount. But there’s one issue. I can’t agree on a 10 per cent annual return. It’s got to be 25 or no deal.’

‘Twenty-five?’ Daisy was outraged. ‘Now you’re being greedy.’

‘Are you going to punish me?’ He’d slipped off his Armani jacket and was wearing a crisp white shirt with a blue tie, which he loosened.

‘Absolutely I am.’ Daisy took off his tie and twisted it in her hands. ‘Twelve per cent, or we tie you to the bed and do what we want to with you.’

‘Twelve? You’re killing me. I’m not in this business to be charitable.’

Daisy pushed him back on the bed and, using his tie, fastened his hand to the bed head. He didn’t, she noticed, offer up much resistance. Jenna, in the meantime, was going through his drawer, where she found a second tie. She stepped over and secured his other hand.

‘Ladies, is this how you always do business?’

‘We’re just fed up with indecision,’ Jenna told him. ‘We’ve heard so much of it. “We’re in a recession, it’s not really what we’re looking for, there’s an issue with currency exchange,” she mimicked in a whiny tone. I’m bored with indecision. Twelve per cent, and you get a free monthly order for whichever girlfriend you happen to be with at the time.’

‘I’m not in control of my thoughts right now,’ Devlish admitted. ‘But I’m not a total idiot. I won’t go much lower than my initial offer. Twenty-three per cent.’

‘He thinks we’ll take that?’ Jenna asked Daisy, as they knelt on the bed beside him.

‘Is that a cell phone in your trousers, or are you just pleased to see us?’ Daisy said, letting her hand roam up his thigh toward his straining cock.

‘Twenty-three, ladies.’

‘Did you forget the easy fastening?’ Daisy asked, unclipping the front of her bra and allowing it to drop off her shoulders, revealing her small but perfectly formed breasts, which she allowed to fall just above his eyeline.

‘I forgot to show him the special feature in these undies,’ Jenna added. She manoeuvred herself to where his hand was tied. ‘Stroke the gusset, go on. Don’t be shy. I won’t sue you for sexual harassment.’

Devlish did as he was told, moving his finger gently from the front of her pussy though the fabric, until his finger slipped through a trap, and had popped up inside her moist, deep tunnel.

‘Jesus Christ,’ he gasped. ‘Crotchless?’

Jenna lifted herself off him. ‘Thirteen per cent. It’s very generous.’

Daisy was beginning to unfasten his belt, and together they removed his shoes, socks, and trousers, until he was lying there in his shirt and boxers, his cock straining to be unleashed.

‘See how easy this bra is to take off?’ asked Jenna, unfastening the front and revealing her large, full breasts, one of which boasted a nipple ring.

‘And these knickers,’ Daisy interjected. ‘None of that awkward stepping out and falling over, look.’ She pulled open the Velcro and let the lemon-coloured knickers fall to the floor, revealing a delicate blonde triangle of pubic hair.

‘Twenty-two per cent,’ he gasped, as Daisy climbed back onto the bed beside him.

‘Watch this,’ Jenna commanded, turning her back to him and letting her knickers fall, revealing her plump, succulent buttocks. She joined Daisy on the bed, on the other side of Devlish.

‘Fourteen,’ said Daisy. ‘We really can’t afford more, and don’t you think the world deserves our underwear? All those women, trying to be sexy for their men. Don’t you think it’s our duty to help them?’

Both women were kneeling now, their legs apart and their hands roving over their own bodies, embracing their own breasts and stomachs.

‘Gee, it’s tough doing business with you girls.’ His voice was almost a whisper. ‘Twenty-one.’

Daisy peeled off his boxer shorts, leaning down to take his cock in her mouth. It was already dribbling with pre-come, and she licked it off, washing the taste away with a swig of champagne. With a smile, she returned to his cock, releasing some of the champagne over its tip, before swallowing it whole, devouring it in her pretty mouth. Jenna, in the meantime, was now kneeling over his face, lowering her pussy down, and his tongue was reaching out to taste her. She let him make contact a couple of times, before turning away to Daisy.

‘I don’t think we can go any higher than 14, can we, Daze?’

‘Definitely not.’ Daisy left his cock and joined Jenna at the top of the bed. She manoeuvred herself opposite her friend, so that both their pussies were now positioned right above his face.

‘Ladies, you’re driving me crazy. Twenty, OK? This is crazy, I’m giving you the cash. I’m practically writing it off.’

‘Oh, how he complains,’ said Jenna, stroking her pussy lips with one hand, while touching her breasts with her other.

‘How he does indeed,’ agreed Daisy, reaching to stroke Jenna’s breasts. Then each woman placed a hand on the other’s pussy, and began to explore and probe, to stroke and pry, confident that the image of their moist, plump lips and painted fingernails would be driving him crazy. They slipped their fingers deep inside each other’s pussies to gather juice, and Jenna then popped her finger, covered in Daisy’s juices, in Devlish’s mouth.

As he licked and sucked, she pulled it away and they continued to explore, kissing now, their tongues tangling with each other, their breasts touching, nipples rubbing together, and their fingers pressing against each other’s clits. He tried to reach up so that he could lick each of them, but they kept their pussies just beyond his reach.

‘Ladies, you’re impossible. Nineteen,’ he gasped.

They stopped kissing and, as if reading each other’s minds, shifted so that Daisy was draped across his torso, his cock rammed up hard against the small of her back, and Jenna laid herself on top, gently placing her pussy on Daisy’s face. Daisy reached for Jenna’s stockinged thighs and ate her friend hungrily, kissing and licking, biting and nibbling, while Jenna lapped at Daisy, and both emitted ecstatic sighs.

‘Ladies, what about me? Oh come on, you’re killing me. Eighteen!’

The friends separated, licking lips that tasted of imminent triumph.

‘Daisy, do you want to go first?’ Jenna offered.

‘How extremely generous of you,’ Daisy replied, climbing off his body to straddle his cock. She lowered her pussy onto it, while Jenna took her turn on his face, allowing Devlish, at last, to lap at her pussy. Daisy rode up and down on his cock, loving the sense of possessing him, of ownership, of getting exactly what she wanted.

Then, silently, they shifted position again, and Daisy sat back on his face, while Jenna enveloped his cock in her breasts, massaging it between them and allowing her nipple ring to catch on his tip. She took him in her mouth, teasing his balls with the palms of her hands, her fingers probing his perineum and crack. With a cry, Devlish came – thrashing urgently and feverishly in Jenna’s mouth, as his tongue pressed hard against Daisy’s clit.

‘Fifteen,’ a defiant Jenna said, swigging his come down with champagne.

Daisy came next, thrashing and pounding on his face, so that his nose was rubbing her clit and her juices smearing his face. She felt all-powerful, as if she’d never been more alive, more in tune to the world and her body. She felt as if with every orgasm she had, she was growing stronger, more capable, and more alert. Once her orgasm had subsided, she lifted herself off him and Jenna took up where she’d left off. As his tongue roamed and probed her, she used her finger to turn herself on even more. The thought of her own purple-tipped fingernails competing with his tongue to massage the nub of her clit made Jenna come in a deep swell of pleasure which rose up from her pussy, through her stomach, and ended somewhere in her chest, and she used her free hand to stroke her nipples, riding the wave of her own orgasm.

Once it was over, she slumped on the bed beside Daisy, and they giggled.

‘Seventeen,’ he told them between panting, ragged breaths. ‘My last offer.’

‘Make it 16 and we’ll throw in some party games during board meetings,’ Daisy suggested.

‘You’d do that?’ He seemed taken aback at first, but then his eyes lit up, as if he’d just had a brilliant idea. ‘You know I spend half my life on planes? Would you girls fly out to the destination of my choice for our meetings? At my expense, needless to say. We could add a secret clause in the contract?’

The women looked at each other and Daisy shrugged, feigning nonchalance. ‘What have we got to lose, now we’ve got that awkward first time over with?’ she joked.

‘You know the product’s good.’ This was from Jenna. ‘And our service exceptional.’

‘The product and service are indeed exceptional, as are the company founders. Sixteen. OK? Sixteen. That’s the lowest I’m prepared to go. Sixteen with a secret clause and our own special kind of meeting. Do we have a deal, already?’

The women looked at each other in triumph, before whooping with joy and embracing each other. Determined to join in, Devlish broke free from his ties and embraced them both.

‘You could have freed yourself at any time, couldn’t you?’ Daisy asked, narrowing her eyes.

‘And spoil the fun? Are you crazy? Ladies, it’s a pleasure doing business with you.’ He shook each of their hands, in mock formality. ‘I look forward to a long and prosperous relationship. Now, how about we sign that contract, complete with a carefully worded amendment, have a little more champagne, and then go join the gala? I’ll switch you to my table. We’ll have a blast.’

They worked together on the pre-written contract, filling in the blanks and adding the special, carefully worded clause they all agreed upon, and once it was signed, poured themselves more champagne.

‘We would’ve settled at 20,’ Jenna told him, fastening her skirt.

‘Had I known about the extras, I would have done it for 12,’ Devlish snapped back with a grin. ‘But who cares?’ He raised his glass in a toast. ‘To a long and prosperous relationship. I look forward to doing business with you both, and I especially look forward to our global board meetings, and to testing out all your new lines. To Daisyjen, and to a long and fruitful partnership.’