Chapter 48: A Satisfying Negotiation

We slept well and, in the morning, Maureen was excited - she would buy a car! While I had my shower, Maureen and Jenny prepared breakfast and as always it was a wonderful sight to enter the kitchen and to see not only one but two beautiful nude ladies waiting for me. I gave them my three good morning kisses and she showed me that she already did some planning and had set up three dealers - BMW, Audi convertible, and Jaguar. She knew that I wanted options, and she showed me the details - the BMW Alpina B 11, the Jaguar XF, and the Audi Convertible (but visibly her mind was set on the BMW, and she pushed all buttons to show her preference!). We looked at all the publicity she had collected, and I suggested to take the Jaguar out of our little competition. The one car that looked really nice was the F type, but that was a sports car (my dream car has always been the E-Type, the most beautiful car ever built) and admittedly very nice, but it was not designed for four people, and we had already the Porsche that I loved dearly. Additionally, friends in London had told me that the car was often in maintenance for unknown reasons.

So off we went to see cars!

We had already agreed that the Jaguar was out, so we went first to the Audi dealer. A young, well-dressed salesman approached.

“May I help you? What car are you looking for?” He might have seen the Porsche when we arrived, but he was a good guy, not pushing, but giving his full attention. “We have the full line of the top end available. May I show you some of the models?”

We saw more than fifteen cars, but that was not what Maureen wanted. “I saw in your site that you have the Quattro convertible - can we see that?”

It was standing in a corner of the showroom - a beautiful car in deep blue, seven-speed transmission, all possible accessories installed including a Bang & Olufson sound system, and it did 0 to 100 kmh in eight seconds. It was not cheap - a bit more than I expected but it was a nice car. The ladies liked it, too, but Maureen wanted a red car, and Jenny nodded her head emphatically. The salesman vanished and after a while came back that unfortunately, at this moment there was no red car in stock or at the other dealers in Sydney. He could try Melbourne if we so wanted. We told him that we would go to a BMW dealer and perhaps come back. He hesitated, but then said to come back if we were not satisfied with the treatment we’d receive. They had beautiful cars but had not learned yet that customer satisfaction was more important than making a sale. He apologized for his comments, but he wanted to avoid those two so beautiful ladies would be disappointed.

“Perhaps you might come back? And if I may add, I worked for BMW before and if you wanted a specific car, I could probably get it for you. But it’s your choice, Sir.”

I found his manners strange, but he was polite and knew his cars. At the BMW dealer, we had to wait for a little Beetle as it got into the parking lot we wanted, and we had to go back to the other side. When we entered the showroom there was nobody there - just a row of cars. We walked down the line and at the end there was the Alpina B 11, the car the two had become excited about. It was in grey, beautifully designed with flowing lines that implied speed and grace, and I knew why Maureen was excited. Finally, a salesman arrived and asked us what we wanted. He saw us looking at the Alpina and mentioned that that car was probably out of our price range; it was expensive. Perhaps we preferred to see the 1 or 3 series, with a better price? I asked for the specifications of the Alpina, but he was not up to date on that car and looked around for the car documentation. Finally, he found it and gave it to me; this was the moment I decided that I would never buy a car with this dealer. The car was beautiful - six-speed transmission, good sound system, internal computer, and whatever one wanted, and it did 0 to 100 kmh in seven seconds! I thanked the guy (I didn’t know for what) and as we left, another man came running up to us.

“Can I help you? I am the sales manager.”

I wondered what to do, but Jenny stepped in.

“Sir, we came here to look at the Alpina. Your salesperson was not here when we arrived; when he appeared after some minutes, he told us that we had not enough money to buy that car, and when we asked about specifics, he didn’t know any. So, we’ll go back to the Audi dealer and have another look there - at least the person there was knowledgeable and polite. You lost a good sale! Goodbye!”

He stood rigid as we passed him and I saw him turning to his salesman, yelling at him. When we entered the Porsche, he came running apologizing and offered his personal services. I waved at him and drove off. The ladies decided to go back to the Audi guy and see what he could get us.

He smiled when we arrived back so quickly and asked what happened. I told him that I did not want to talk about it and Maureen described what she wanted - the Alpina B 11 in red, a good sound system and the rest I would decide. Jenny added that she wanted beige nappe leather seats. He looked at me and mentioned that it was a bit more expensive than the Quattro, but if we wanted the BMW, he would see what he could do. He vanished for five minutes and came back with the car as described, but in Sydney, red was not available. He had found, however, the exact car in red in Melbourne, and if we wanted, he could have the car in Sydney the following day. He suggested, however, that I should first meet a friend of his who had that car, was very satisfied with it and let us use it for a test drive. He could be here in fifteen minutes if we wanted this.

Maureen looked at Jenny and nodded - yes, we wanted it.

I realized that he was clever - he had not yet mentioned the price. We received coffee and a Danish, and then the guy showed up. It really was a beautiful classic BMW car, even in grey, seated five, had an automatic five speed transmission, and Maureen’s eyes glazed over. He offered her the steering wheel, we went all in and off she went; carefully at first, then, with more confidence, driving fast, but within the speed limits. When we got back, she looked at me.

“I want that car, darling. I really want it. Pretty please?”

The salesman thought that he had an easy prey, but Jenny stepped in.

“Look, we are interested, but first we want to see the accessories this car has.” He went through a long list of included items and a longer list of options. Jenny listened patiently and then sat down and went through the options. “We want this ... and this ... and cameras in front ... and the beige nappe leather ... the red metallic color.” When she stopped after a long while, the salesman was happy, but he didn’t know Jenny.

“Now let’s talk about price.”

“Standard pricing is 50K, plus this option and that one ... With a discount for the pretty ladies, I can give you the car for an even 48K.”

Maureen wanted to say something, but Jenny stepped on her foot.

“That’s the list price I can get at any dealer. What is the price you can convince me to purchase through you?”

He looked at her with a pained expression. “Ma’am, I’m giving you already a discount on the list price. What more do you want?”

“A better offer and we could pay cash. Would that help?”

He got up and spoke to someone and came back. “46K, ma’am.”

Jenny got up and thanked him for his efforts, but she was certain that in another BMW dealer in Sydney she would get a better deal.

“Remember that even if you make only two thousand dollars on this deal, it is two thousand dollars more than zero. But perhaps you’re not interested? ... In any case, thank you for your help. You made our choice easier.”

Maureen followed her very reluctantly, but I knew what would happen next.

“Ma’am, can I offer you another coffee while I talk once more to my friend? Please?”

She came back and accepted the cup of coffee. He vanished and came back. “45K, Ma’am.”

She was considering the offer and went back to all the accessories that were included in that price and nodded. “44K?”

The salesman sighed. “Ma’am, I’ve gone down as far as I could. All I can do now is wish you luck with another dealer. But it was a pleasure dealing with you!”

Jenny glanced at me, and I nodded slightly; she extended her hand.

“45K it is. Delivery tomorrow, after five o’clock, here in this shop. Payment in a cashier’s check.”

He took a deep breath. “Thank you, Ma’am. You’ll be satisfied with the car and my service. If I may say so, this is the hardest sell I’ve done in weeks! May I also assume that you’ll come back if you ever need another car?”

Jenny nodded, we shook hands and Maureen waited until we were back at the Porsche and yelled, “Yes! Thank you, James - you get lots of brownie points, and you too, Jenny. You were wonderful. I’ll drive now thinking about my new car.”

I did not give her the keys. “My love, you will be so pleased that you will not pay attention. This is not a passenger car - it’s a sports car with violent acceleration. Wait for tomorrow!”

Her answer was to pout trying to sulk, but it did not last long; she shrugged and grinned. “I’ll not let you drive my new car either!”

I told her that my feelings would be hurt very much, but if that was the way she wanted it, that was the way it would be. Jenny laughed.

“Children, can you wait with your arguments at least until the car is here?”

At the flat, I asked them whether I could do anything useful; if not, I would finish my book and listen to some music. The answer was to go ahead, have a shower, change, and do what I wanted. After a while, the noise in the kitchen abated and other noises came from the bedroom. Then it went back to the dining room and finally, I was called for dinner.

There were candles on the table, a bottle of white wine in a cooler and a bottle of a red one in a decanter. The food smelled delicious, and the Doulton bone china she had bought a few weeks ago made its first entrance, and my Rosenthal crystal glasses glittered. But what most attracted my attention was the two ladies - Maureen with a long completely transparent greenish silky gown, showing her pert breasts with her nipples already standing at attention, and her pretty pussy open for viewing. Jenny was beside her - different but as beautiful in another long transparent gown, this time in grey and her breasts exposed to my eyes. Her hair was hanging over one shoulder, hiding part of a breast and when she saw me looking at it, she smiled and brushed it aside to have her full breast visible again. Maureen’s hair was up high, emphasizing her thin neck and calling attention to her huge green eyes.

“Are we presentable, oh Lord and Master? Is there anything we can offer you? Us? Now or later? Food first? We decided that tonight we will make this a dream for you and we’re at your disposal for whatever pleasures your mind or body wants.”

I told them that food would be nice and that often the excitement of waiting for a gift, and they gave me most definitely a wondrous gift, was as pleasurable as getting it, and that I was looking forward to the evening.

“Perhaps we could have some food first? I assume that I will need all my forces later?”

They grinned and the response was that most definitively I would need all my forces during the night.

“If you feel really adventurous tonight, there’s also some smoked salmon and a good French Champagne in the cooler, oh Lord and Master!”

The night promised to be exciting, but I tried to calm them a bit. “My two loves, please remember that we are not in a sexual competition; we’re here to love each other and make each other happy!”

Maureen looked at me with a mischievous grin on her face. “We know this, darling. But don’t you think that an occasional embellishment to our mutual desires would be very motivating?”

I had to agree, and we sat at the table, my two beauties at my side competing who could give me a nicer tidbit, fill my glass, and principally rubbing her bodies against mine. Somehow Maureen’s gown had slipped, and her breasts were as open to my touches as were Jenny’s. Every time one got up to reach for an item on the other side of the table it seemed that the only way back was via a touch of her breasts on my cheeks and if there was any interest at all (and there was all the time) her nipples ended up in my mouth. Even closing my eyes, I knew who was pleasing me - the puffy areola of Maureen or the smaller one of Jenny were instantly recognized. After a while they were tired of playing around; now they wanted action. The table was cleared in record time, and I was led to our bedroom.

I was told to lie down; they would devote themselves to me and I could relax, but not too much. They shed their gowns and lay beside me; their hands started to stroll up and down my body. One slipped down and then the other, and suddenly George was very interested in their proposals.

“George, how about having some fun? Do you like having two girls adoring you?” And then was one tongue licking slowly up and down, and then another mouth taking him in and teasing him at the tip. George advised that he would really, really like to participate and asked for more and more until it was too much - I exploded into one mouth but not for long; a hand took him out and placed him into another mouth where he was sucked eagerly. At that moment I did not care; all I wanted to feel their caresses.

After a while I relaxed and looked at them; there was a very satisfied smile on both their faces and material proof what had happened - my sticky semen was generously distributed on their faces even as they had tried to swallow it all. A moment of silence and then Jenny popped up and started to clean Maureen’s face, kissing her slowly from the top to her chin; Maureen did not hesitate and repeated the action. Licking their lips, they came up to me and offered their lips to mine; I hugged them tenderly and kissed them affectionately. Looking at them, my eyes teared up. My thoughts went back to the moments when we had met first, and when we had become lovers. They were giving me so much pleasure, and I knew that these feelings would go on forever!

There was an easy conversation on God and the world, but they were not really interested in it - they were tired. I asked myself how volatile women were - half an hour ago I was promised the world (with smoked salmon and ice-cold vodka thrown in), and now they were asleep! Smiling and seemingly happy, but asleep! Well, what could I do? I kissed their lips and fell asleep also.

The following morning both seemed to be embarrassed. Maureen was first. “Darling, I don’t know what happened last night, but I felt so happy and content that suddenly I was asleep. I had promised you myself; why did you not wake me up?”

Jenny added “James, it happened to me, too. I’m very disappointed with you! All you needed was to kiss me and you could have had me as promised. You know that I keep my promises! IT’S YOUR FAULT!”

Why was I suddenly the guilty part? I wanted to get even but knew that I never had a chance against those two.

“Do you promise to behave better this night?”

This was adding injury to insult, and I turned away. When I got up, Maureen held me back.

“My love, we were tired, and our best intentions faded when we were in your arms. Please forgive us, and we’ll try tonight again!”

Jenny added “With interest, my love!”

More kisses and we were ready for the day. Later in the afternoon, Maureen dragged us to the dealer to get her car; he had said five o’clock, but we were there already at four o’clock, waiting for the fun to start. Fortunately, the car was ready and after handing over the cheque and signing some documents, she was the proud owner of a red BMW Alpina B 11. I told her to be careful when driving - this was a different cat from her little Mazda. She nodded (and I realized that she had heard not one word of what I had been saying), gave me a kiss and started the car. I told Jenny to sit beside her and control her and followed her in my car. To my surprise, she behaved sensibly, and I started to breathe more easily.

At home she babbled and babbled about how easy it was to control the car, and the radio was very good, and the seats adjusted to her body, and she could program so that when she opened her car, it would automatically adjust the seat, the mirrors and whatever support she needed at her back, and ... I decided to kiss her; this seemed to be the only way to stop her. When she started again, asking for suggestions how she could name the car, I told her “BMW” and before she could hit me, went to the sitting room, poured myself a drink and picked up a book. At night, however, she was as enthusiastic making love as she had promised, and the car was forgotten for a moment.

The next morning, however, she invited us to come with her to see her car. We went down to the garage, and she turned on the engine. Now there was a beautiful red-haired lady in a beautiful red car, and with a brilliant smile she drove off. Jenny looked at me. “Let us pray she comes home safe, my love.” But she did.

I nodded and wondered when we would have to think about a car for Jenny - but that decision would come later.

Now it was my turn to become serious. It took me some time to find Mr. Simpson´s office. It was in Haymarket, close to the central railway station.

It was in an old building, which seemed to appear a bit abandoned, but it was a huge area, with a front of close to two hundred yards wide and extending at least twice that length. He must have bought it a very long time ago. I looked around and there were new expensive looking apartment buildings going up around the lot - that was interesting. I saw already one of our trucks coming out, ready for business.

Inside trucks were being loaded, but it all seemed in a leisurely way, not the determined and speedy method I had seen at NT; half the boxes were closed, and people seemed to talk a lot to each other. I was shown to his office and an elderly lady told me to sit and wait until Mr. Simpson was free. I observed the movement in the office, and it was not different from what I had seen outside. The furniture looked used, and the lady seemed to be a hag, dressed in black. People entered and left his office until I finally asked the lady whether I should come back another day. She glared at me but got up and entered his office. After a while, she came back and ushered me in.

Mr. Simpson was sitting at his desk; it also was well used. He shook my hand and started immediately.

“Mr. Winter, I received you because Allan asked me. I know that you’re out of a job and I don’t want to waste your time since there’s nothing here for you. My company is getting old, as am I, and I don’t see a future for a young guy like you in this situation.”

I was surprised, to say the least. “Mr. Simpson, your company is well regarded as are you and your knowledge of the industry is second to none. What happened?”

He looked at me for a long time and then started to tell me his story. He had started as a truck driver a long time ago, had married, had received a small inheritance, bought his own truck and with perseverance and luck built his own company. He was married to it and that disturbed his marriage, and she divorced him, so he focused even more on growing his company until it was the biggest trucking firm in NSW. Five years ago, he had been offered close to a hundred million dollars to sell it, but he was too proud - now somebody had offered forty-five million. He’d prefer to close the company than to sell it at that price. He did not see any future and did not know what he would or should do with the company and with himself.

“You see that there’s nothing for you, Mr. Winter. We’re losing customers and there’s a young woman in the NT branch that is stealing my best customers, but I cant bring myself to get back to battle for this. For whom? I’m on my own, have no children and enough money to last to my end. I didn’t want to bother you with all these sordid details, but somehow it came out - please forgive me.”

Whilst he was talking, I had re-juggled the offer I was going to make. This seemed to be a good opportunity for us and for him.

“Mr. Simpson, you are right, I’m not working for a company at this time, but I’ve been doing consulting work and one of the companies that asked to develop a long-range plan was NT. I’m here not to look for a job, but to offer you one.”

He looked surprised. “I beg your pardon?”

“Mr. Simpson, NT has looked at their future and has two options - stay in Queensland and stagnate or go out and battle the world. Mrs. Monahan decided to go for it. This means that she must survive a fierce battle that costs a lot of money, or she can form an alliance. This is the reason why I’m here.”

He sat a bit straighter - now he was interested.

“Mr. Simpson, I’m authorized to offer you the following deal - NT will pay you twenty million dollars in whatever form you want; it wants you to stay on for at least a year to teach our managers the ropes and transfer your contacts, and you will be paid one million dollars for this work. If everything goes as we expect, there would be a bonus of another million dollars after one year. That was the financial part; now let’s talk about non-monetary items. NT would be willing to fund the Jason Simpson Chair for Logistics at the University of Sydney with five million dollars under the condition that you would be a teacher at the university during the first two years. These are the basic points and I ask you - are you interested?”

He stared at me. “This is not what I expected. Are you serious?”

“Mr. Simpson, I’m deadly serious. There are details to resolve; our current manager in Sydney is a young woman who is doing very well, but she has to learn a lot. We would expect that you would advise and recommend, but that the final decision would be hers, for good or for bad. She must swim on her own, but we want to help her reach the beach. That would be your job and ours. We also have another young woman who is frightfully intelligent, but she knows nothing about this industry. She’s on our fast track and we would expect you to teach her. There is a consolation, however, both are quite beautiful, Mr. Simpson! And there would be other people who would come occasionally and ask for help, in addition to your time at the university. So, you see, Mr. Simpson, you would be quite busy, and very useful for us, and certainly your life would not be boring.”

He leaned back and continued to say nothing. After a while, he took a deep breath. “Mr. Winter, obviously this is an offer I have to think about it. What time will you give me?”

“Mr. Simpson, I apologize, but we need a fast answer, not later than Wednesday. There’ll be details to be resolved, but NT has a Board Meeting on Friday to decide what steps to take next. If you agree in principle, we’ll get the lawyers in touch, and you’ll see that NT will act fast and reasonable. One point we want to discuss is how to deal with your employees; what I saw outside didn’t give me the assurance that they are up to speed with as our people work. Nevertheless, that will be a decision between you and NT how to deal with this - who wants to leave will get a decent package, and the others will have to go through the NT new employees’ course. We will not mistreat anyone.”

He called his secretary and asked her to bring tea and she continued to glare at me.

“You must excuse her; she has been with me for over thirty years and believes she has to defend me.”

I nodded but decided that she was one person who had to leave - a new customer looking at her would just turn around and run to a competitor.

He asked me a lot of questions about NT, about Mrs. Monahan, about the woman he was supposed to teach, and I gave him an honest answer. It would not be easy for him to sit and see other people deciding and making mistakes that went against his grain, but this was life, and he would have other interests making him live again. He was quiet for a time and then invited me for lunch in his club, one of these old stout institutions where the average age seemed to be over eighty. The food was solid and good, the wine excellent and the conversation interesting as he told me more about his past. He would be a good addition to our team. In the end, he finished his glass of port.

“Mr. Winter, I’m not a man who decides immediately. Let me talk to my lawyer, but I want to tell you that in principle, I’m tending to accept your offer. I’ll call you tomorrow and thank you for an interesting morning.”

I thanked him for a delicious lunch and complimented the restaurant on their wines; if he approved, I would bring my wife along one day because she knew her wines very well.

“Whenever you want, Mr. Winter. Just call me.”

I drove home and waited for Maureen to come. She came quite late accompanied by a quiet Jenny.

“What happened?” Jenny was overwhelmed by the new position and dubious how she would deal with it. We told her that we would not have made the offer if we had not been convinced that she would shine brilliantly and finally she calmed down. They asked me how my meeting had gone, and I gave them a summary.

“James, you went there with a completely different offer and were willing to spend between sixty and eighty million; so how did you get away with less than thirty?”

“Maureen, this is where you have to think on your feet. When he opened about his past, he gave me arguments to restructure the offer, and finding a way to make life interesting again, made him listen and pointed him to a new path. He could be very useful for us and the two of you would learn a lot, and NT would save a lot of money.”

Maureen grinned. “And you would have Mom wherever and as often?” Both laughed and started to give me some recommendation on where and how. At one point I looked at Jenny.

“Jenny, how could you even think of this?”

She smirked. “Darling, I’ve read a lot and if you want to practice tonight, feel free to do so...”

Maureen had watched us. “Jenny, you have to be more assertive! What can he do? Put you on his knees and spank you?”

She grinned. “This is actually a brilliant idea! James, will you spank me if I do something wrong?” I got up and walked away; I would never win as soon as they started teasing me. I could handle perhaps one, but not the two.

All I heard was “Chicken!” and they started to giggle again.

We decided to tell Eileen only tomorrow about the result of the meeting, as it would be a nice birthday present. I just said that closure was probable, and the price would be below eighty million dollars. She asked, “Will you reach fifty? Remember the bonus!”

After dinner, we retired to our bedroom and when I finished my duties in the bathroom, I stopped for a moment at the door. The two were giggling! I heard Jenny say, “I told them that I have a very shy and timid boyfriend whom I want to seduce, but he hesitates all the time. I showed them my photograph of James and they all recommended that I became more active! It was fun to listen to them!”

Both laughed and when I entered, they giggled again. Jenny lay on her back, gloriously naked, and Maureen was looking to her. Shy and timid? I would show her!

I stepped closer and they saw me, still laughing. I came close, Jenny opened her legs a bit and I knelt between them; then I started to tickle her. She screamed for help and when Maureen wanted to intervene, I growled at her.

“Stay away! I must teach this woman a lesson and if you insist, you’ll be the next! Shy and timid! Hah!”

Maureen moved to the side of the bed, grinning. “Oh Lord and Master, I tremble with fear! Please do me next!”

Jenny tried to defend herself and the tickling became somewhat more sexual. She was good in her moves, but I was better, and all my years of martial practice paid off. I pinned her below me, with her arms stretched over her head and breathing rapidly, and she stared at me. She was aroused and her flushed face clearly showed her emotion. Suddenly she wrapped her legs around my hips and drew me into her. It was tight, but she was wet and willing. She was at the edge of her control and when I pushed into her, she exploded, taking me along. It was sudden, not planned, and very exciting. She pulled me tightly into her arms and pushed herself even deeper into me, and I responded eagerly. Pressing her lips together, she wailed and then, with a final push, she came and trembled as an orgasm seized and wracked her. She clamped her thighs hard around my hips and moved with a frenzy that was uncommon to her; her orgasm seemed to go on and on, and shocks ran through her body. I had come, too, and I felt myself easily gliding up and down in her very wet channel; she tried to respond, but she had spent her force and her hips slowly relaxed. Finally, the little tremors and quivers ceased, and she lowered her hips back. She lay there, her body limp and relaxed, eyes closed, still breathing in a labored fashion. I watched her and thought that there was nothing more beautiful than a woman experiencing the languorous afterglow of a gigantic orgasm.