Chapter 3

As I had more or less expected, John - the chicken - hadn't said anything to Jennifer who was all over me during the meetings. "We're staying at the same hotel," she breathed at me during lunch, leaning over to entice me to view her considerable cleavage, made easy by the fact that she had undone the top three buttons in her shirt.

"Yes, so I understand," I replied in a noncommittal voice, pointedly looking elsewhere.

"And the dinner is at the hotel restaurant," Jennifer continued, "so we can roll directly up to bed afterwards." She crossed her pantyhose-clad legs in the short business skirt and licked her bright red lips.

"Yes, so we found out," I replied.

Before Jennifer could investigate who 'we' were, the final meeting was called. This lasted most of the afternoon and was very intense. At the end - at 5 o'clock - the contracts were signed, and the project officially underway. "Ladies and Gentlemen," John said - the relief audible in his voice. "It's time to celebrate. Let's reconvene at the restaurant in 2 hours." To murmurs of agreement we rose to leave.

"George..." I heard Jennifer call on my way out "Do you need a lift to the hotel?"

"No thanks," I replied politely. "I have an errand on the way." That wasn't true, but I didn't fancy a drive with Jennifer.

"But what about your luggage?" she pressed on.

"Already there!" I replied cheerfully. "We arrived last night. Thanks all the same," I added and hastened out the door. Out of the corner of my eye I saw John putting a restraining hand on her arm, talking to her urgently in low tones. That conversation would be interesting!

I rushed out of the building to the nearest taxi rank and got driven back to the hotel. On the way up to our suite I felt giddy like a school boy going on his first serious date. I had no doubt that Melissa had risen to the task, but I was excited to see just what she was up to all the same. I entered the key card, opened the door while knocking loudly on it and yelled "Honey, I'm back!"

Melissa came out of the bathroom in a dressing gown with a make-up brush in her hand. She was obviously busy putting the finishing touches to a very restrained but stunning piece of work. Her hair sat beautifully and as she twirled to let me see it, the dressing gown came undone, revealing the sexiest underwear I had ever seen. I was gob-smacked. "Sweetheart, you're catching flies!" Melissa said in her singing voice. I hastily closed my gaping mouth. Her eyes moved downwards to my rapidly swelling crotch. "Ooh, I see you like it!" she teased.

I finally regained my voice. "Oh yes, I like it!" I croaked. "Sweet Jesus, I like it!"

"Well, we can't have you going to a formal dinner with that nasty boner, can we?" she asked, dropped to her knees and in one fluid motion, she unzipped my suit pants, liberated my straining cock and before I even knew what she was up to, engulfed it in her mouth.

Her tongue work was astonishing, and before long I felt the tingling in my balls announcing an imminent orgasm. "Melissa, I'm close to coming," I managed. She looked up at me coyly and enhanced her efforts and within seconds I erupted in her mouth. When I was done and Melissa fabulous tongue had ensured I was quite clean, she got up, brushing her barely contained tits against me and leaning in to kiss me.

"That's better, isn't it?" she asked.

Some understatement! "Where did that come from?" I asked in amazement.

"Oh, I've been wanting to try that ever since finding out what my mouth could do to you!" she said. "Anyway, run along now and have your shower," and she playfully swatted by backside.

"Yes ma'am," I managed and started to undress.

When I got out of the bathroom, Melissa was standing with her back to me, getting in to a midnight blue dress. "Zip me up, please?" she said.

I happily complied. She turned around, and once more any fly that might have blundered in to our suite was in danger. She was an absolute stunner. The dress was restrained, yet very sexy and accentuated her body. On a bustier woman it would have been vampy. On Melissa it was simply perfect. She stepped into a pair of semi-high shoes in the exact same colour as the dress, put on a necklace of large pearls and twirled for me once mode. "Ta da!" she said. "The pearls are fakes but they look like a million bucks. Will I do?"

"And how!" I exclaimed. "You're stunning. And, if you don't mind me saying so, you look at least 25."

"Goody!" she replied. "That was the idea."

I was still feasting on her beauty when Melissa cleared her throat. "Ahem, Mr. Smith, unless you want to take me to dinner dressed in a damp hotel towel, you had better get a move on!"

I came out of my reverie. "Sure, sorry. Got distracted."

"I can see that!" she cooed, looking at the tent forming near my crotch. "You are incorrigible. But I think we will have to wait doing anything about that until later, or I shall ruin my makeup for the second time this afternoon.

Reluctantly I agreed and started getting dressed. When I got to tying my tie, she grabbed it out of my hand and conjured, as by magic, another - a sheer silk tie in the same colour as her dress. "Nice!" I exclaimed.

"Just wanted to show everyone that we belong together," Melissa said. "I'm staking my claim!"

No doubt, she was putting both intelligence and style into this. We waited till the last minute to go down to the restaurant, arriving on the dot of 7.

John and his wife Elizabeth were there to receive us and introductions were made. "This is Melissa Jones," I said

"I'm delighted to meet you Melissa," John said, and went on to introduce her to Mr. Rutherford, his managing director - a white haired gentleman I like very much, and the two representatives from the other firm in the partnership - a man, Eric, and a woman, Jill, whose relationship I have never quite worked out. "We are still waiting for Jennifer," John said with slight exasperation in his voice.

"Oh, well at least she is not far away," I joked and John shot me a knowing glance. John's wife and Mr. Rutherford made pleasant small-talk with Melissa while we waited.

Exactly 12 minutes late, Jennifer arrived, heavily made up and wearing a red cocktail dress that someone half her age (Melissa, for instance) would have found it hard to carry off with dignity. Jennifer certainly didn't, nor was there any dignity in her greeting to Melissa. "So, are you George's daughter?" she asked bluntly.

John looked scandalised. I am sure he had told Jennifer about Melissa only a few hours earlier, but Jennifer assumed we didn't know that. "No, I'm George's fiancée," Melissa replied sweetly - flashing her ring. "But I am in fact a close friend of George's elder daughter, so the misunderstanding is perhaps understandable."

Oh glorious. She did that well. Old Mr. Rutherford stepped in "Fiancée, eh?"

"Yes," Melissa beamed at him. "George proposed yesterday."

"That's lovely my dear!" John's wife chirped in. "Congratulations to both of you."

"Indeed," John added. "That gives us extra cause for celebrations. Shall we?" and he pointed towards our table.

The table was round. Old Mr. Rutherford claimed Melissa, but I was graciously allowed to sit on her other side 'since you are so recently engaged' as he put it. Jennifer cut in in front of John's wife and sat herself down next to me. I shrugged. John, obviously wanting to control Jennifer, if that was indeed possible, sat on her other side which left no socially acceptable seating combinations for the rest of the company. Jennifer either didn't notice or didn't care.

The waiter arrived and inquired about pre-dinner drinks. "I don't drink alcohol at all," I said, "but mineral water will be fine."

Jennifer snorted. "I don't suppose you're old enough to have a drink," she said unpleasantly to Melissa. Now, that jibe is even worse over here than in the US, as the legal drinking age in both Denmark and the UK is 18. I wondered how Melissa would handle that one.

I needn't have worried. She laughed her sweet silvery laugh and simply stated "I am," and then continued, with just a hint of mischief in her voice. "But I'd better not drink and will have mineral water too. You see, we're trying for a baby."

Genius, pure genius. "Game, set and match," I heard John's wife mutter. I think Mr. Rutherford heard it too, because there was a deep chuckle, but everyone else just heard Jennifer in loud tones demanding a large double scotch.

Jennifer's double scotch was gulped down quickly, and when food and drink arrived, she got stuck into the wine - evidently hell-bent on getting drunk. "Soh, 'ow long 'ave you two, you know, known each other?" she slurred out of the blue in the middle of a conversation, interrupting a reply from John's wife to Eric.