I am unbelievably fortunate. My wife and I work for the same IT company and travel together quite a bit to attend trade shows, user groups, etc. I am the IT geek half of the two of us and have the ability to close the sales my wife generates for anyone hoping to get an extra glimpse at her impressive cleavage and nice legs.
Susan is remarkably endowed with a 38DD natural chest, has light brown hair and green eyes and a gorgeous pixie haircut that highlights here long, sensuous neck. She is not tall, at 5'4", but her three inch heels show off her wonderful legs. She knows very well how to attract attention to our booths. We could be selling defective paper clips and our booth would be packed.
She's propositioned continually - it just comes with the job. Most are harmless, but there are a handful of guys and a few women who are over-the-top. By the end of whatever show we've attended, she's usually ready to go take a bunch of showers and disappear from humanity for awhile.
But we love what we do. If we didn't enjoy meeting people, we would be nowhere in this business.
We were attending a trade show in Chicago when a gentleman from a fairly well-known retailer asked us for more information. It was rather late in the day, so we carried the presentation over to dinner. By 9:00, I was pretty sure we had the sale in the bag and Susan was giving me the signal that it was time to head for the hotel room.
I don't know if we were just tired, we had a few drinks too many or what, but the conversation turned with a couple of sentences from Frank.
"I'm not sold yet, Laura, but I have just a few more questions." Frank made a check mark motion to our waitress and downed the last of his bourbon. "Why don't we continue this discussion at the club I belong. I'm sure we can finish up there."
I had no idea what this club was or what he had in mind, but I knew his company, what they offered, and just how much I would like to have that contract. Susan gave me a resigned look and shrugged her shoulders. "Ok, Frank, you're on, but just the one drink. We still have another day to get through before the show is over and I need to get my beauty sleep."
Frank agreed and handed me the check. Fucker didn't even offer to cover the tip.
Twenty minutes later, the taxi dropped us off at the Rabbit's Foot Gentlemen's Club. While Frank was getting out of the car, Susan leaned into me and whispered "I think I'm gonna be sick."
Now, don't get me wrong - Susan is certainly no prude. There have been several occasions in which we have discussed visiting a strip club and fulfilling a deeply hidden fantasy of hers to get a lap dance while I was there with her. But we didn't consider this to be the time or place for her to explore that fantasy.
Frank did take care of the cover charge for the club and we quickly found a table just to the left of the main stage. This was the ultimate, up-scale gentlemen's club - no seedy, industrial dive-bar here. The lighting was very soft and soothing, but not dark. The waitresses were in bunny outfits that revealed plenty, but were stylish and, yes, classy. Most of the clientele were gentlemen and ladies in dress shirts, ties, business skirts and dresses. The bouncers were not obvious, but the message was clear - there would be no bad manners tolerated here.
Frank was trying not to be obvious, but many of his questions directed Susan's way were intended to find out just how interesting all of this was to her. 'How do you like her uniform?' 'Do you like the way she dances?' 'Have you ever been to a gentlemen's club before?' But Susan was simply shutting him down. She had been nursing her drinks all night and had retained her professional demeanor. Whatever it was Frank thought he was trying to accomplish, Susan was making sure he understood that she was not planning to accommodate him.
I truly believe Frank asked us here simply to put Susan on the spot. My intuition was quickly confirmed.
"Susan, you are a very attractive woman. You and your husband are an extremely attractive couple. I generally don't have many vices, save one, and I'm embarrassed to say it has gotten the best of me today; being around the two of you and especially you, my dear."
Susan glared at Frank in accusation, scooting her chair away from him and more towards me for protection. Frank chuckled a bit and waved his hand dismissively in front of him.
"No, no, Susan, please do not misunderstand my intentions." He paused and collected himself, leaning forward to whisper to the two of us. "Mike. Susan. I am not propositioning you for my purposes, please believe me. My 'vice', as it were, is to witness new things - to see something new and interesting and exciting happen for the first time." He leaned back in his seat a bit and drew another sip of bourbon. "Actually, witness is not entirely accurate. I would rather state my intentions to be a facilitator. Someone who can introduce the two of you to something new."
"Frank," I interrupted, "before you proceed down this path, you have to know that we are very uncomfortable right now. We have been with you most of the afternoon and evening working towards, I believe, a common goal, but..."
"You have the contract, Mike" he flatly stated.
The silence lasted a good ten seconds before any of the three of us broke the uncomfortable silence.
"Thank you, Frank" said my wife. "Now I believe we need to head home. We have a long day ahead..."
Frank placed his hand quickly over Susan's hand.
"My dear, give me just a second to finish my earlier thought."
Susan nodded slightly and Frank removed his hand.
"I realize I'm being rude and I would have liked to have had a chance to ease into it, but I understand the hour is getting late for the two of you and I need to explain. Please bear with me and pardon my rather crass behavior."
We both nodded slightly, wondering where the hell this was going.
"Susan, have you ever been with another woman?"
Having known my wife for more than twelve years, I know that she was fighting back the urge to slap the crap out of Frank.
"Susan, I would simply like to ask if I could interest you in a lap dance from any one of the lovely ladies working here tonight."
A surge of electricity surged through my body. As angry as I was at the situation we found ourselves in, Frank had, unknowingly, touched a hot button with the two of us. We were outraged and stunned, but the fact that this had been discussed MANY times in fantasy resulted in our delay in telling Frank just where he could shove it.
"My dear, the reason I asked if you had ever been with a woman is, again, a result of my failings. If you have had an experience with another woman as lovely as yourself, then I will withdraw my inquiry and I will take my leave. You and your husband can remain as my guest and at my expense."
I could tell that Susan's breath was quickening. Her hand squeezed mine tightly. My twelve years of experience with her failed me. I could think of nothing else to do but allow Susan the opportunity to respond.
"Frank, you're question, is, as you have imagined, way out of line. I really should slap you."
"I understand my dear. I do. And I do not deny that it would be entirely justified."
"Are we through here?" my wife, curiously, made no motion to leave.
"We are nearly through, but I would appreciate an answer to the question I have presented."
Susan's face flushed. Again, I was having difficulty reading her. I believed anger was the overriding emotion, but her body language was betraying her.
"Fine, Frank. The answer is no, I have never been with another woman."
"Never kissed? Fondled? Hugged a little too long? Accidently brushed your hands over her breasts, teasing her nipples?"
Susan sighed with a look of deep reservation crossing her features. "My college roommate and I kissed and fondled a bit once, but that is as far as it went, and only the one time."
"Who decided to end the experiment?"
"I'm not going to say any more about it." But with that last statement, she spoke VOLUMES. We had discussed the incident at some length on several occasions. Her roommate had broken up with her boyfriend of three years, in part because she was unwilling to expand her horizons with him and another girl. One night, Emily and Susan returned from a keg party, completely hammered. One thing lead to another and they eventually found themselves together on Susan's bed, both of them dipping their fingers into each other's underwear as they rubbed their nipples together. Emily got cold feet when Susan drew her fingers from her pussy and sucked them into her mouth. Susan said it was the most erotic experience she had ever had, prior to us meeting. Before she had finished cleaning Emily off her fingers, she had enjoyed her first orgasm with another woman, albeit a small one. Emily's rejection had caused Susan to bury any notion of trying again.
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