Chapter 21: The ‘L’ Word

I caught the six-thirty a.m. Delta flight to Atlanta, and walked off the airplane at about nine in the morning at ATL. Directly in front of me stood a tall, statuesque beautiful woman that attracted the attention of every man getting off the plane. Jane lit up like a Christmas tree when she saw me, and rushed into my arms with a demure kiss as a crowd of other road warriors ate their hearts out. They’d be alone in their hotel rooms jerking off to Internet porn, and I’d have my cock buried in the pussy of the beautiful woman that had met my flight. Somehow, I think that message got telegraphed throughout the airport. I shared that thought with Jane and she blushed but laughed. I was trying for a little shock value.

We got our rental car, and were at TCI’s Atlanta office at ten o’clock. While I’d gotten the car, Jane had finally reached some of the project managers in the Atlanta office to tell them we were arriving early. She told me she explained our change of plan, and said appropriate words about just parking us in a conference room somewhere if there were other things that had already been planned. Just the way she talked with care about the feelings of the remote direct reports, I could tell Jane had lost some of her ‘Marine-like, take no prisoners’ attitude she’d had when we first met.

Jules Friedman welcomed us, and got us situated in a large conference room. He and his secretary, a nice woman named Bea, were setting up a new schedule for the week to make best use of our time between now and Friday at noon. The four of us talked about some ideas to improve our effectiveness during our visit.

The two of them left, so for the first time I was able to outline to Jane some new ideas I’d had over the weekend for improving the project teams, often with changes on both sides of the fence – my firm’s side and TCI’s. Again, she got enthused with the changes and saw their positive impact immediately. After an hour, I’d filled two flip charts with my ideas, and we’d had a good debate about a few items.

In a long silence, Jane looked over at me and I could see her eyes get gooey and watch her shoulders slump slightly as she leaned towards me in an intimate way. She whispered, “I want you to jump my bones right on this conference table. I want you to rip my clothes to shreds and plunder my body, leaving me sated and dripping your cum until you want to use me again, hopefully on and off throughout the day.”

Her statement was unexpected and caught me off guard. I stared at her and then had an idea from a story or two that I’d read on a website. I instructed her firmly, “Jane, I want you to get up from this table right now and go to the ladies room. Remove your panties and your bra and bring them back to me. You won’t need those items the rest of the day.”

Now, Jane’s eyes got really large as she tried to evaluate whether I was serious or not. I gestured with one finger that she should get up and head for the door.

Jane said with some skepticism, “Really?”

I replied, “Really. Now go before the others come back with our revised schedule.” At that instant, I got cold feet. I suddenly thought, ‘Oh, my God, this woman controls the fortunes of my company and about five hundred people that work on TCI projects. What if I just stepped in my own shit? I froze in position and watched Jane to see whether she was pissed off at me.

Jane gave me a humorous but evil eye, picked up her purse and headed off to the ladies room. I worked through a couple of emails and listened to a dozen voicemail messages. I sent a message to Fran, Sheila, and Ally that only said, “XOXOXOX, Love, Steve.” They’d been asleep when I slipped from the bed hours before, and started my long business day.

Jane came back into the room with little fanfare and sat down next to me. I held my hand out to her and waited.

“You want them?”

“Yes, I do. You keep the bra; I’ll take the panties for now.”

She reached into her large shoulder purse and pulled out a delicate pair of lace panties with an insert cotton gusset. After she put them in my hand, I made a production of finding the moist patch where her pussy had been, and then inhaling her essence. She watched me with great interest. Just as I tucked them into my pocket the door opened and Bea came in carrying a pad of paper.

Bea said, “Well, I’ve got you lined up with the team that covers Florida for the afternoon. The rest of the morning Jules would like to meet with you about some issues he sees in team management and results. We did better with tomorrow’s schedule, and the rest of the week things are pretty much the same – full, mostly with the other projects. We’ll get you out of here around eleven o’clock on Friday in plenty of time for your flights.”

We thanked Bea for her organizational skills. Just as she left, Jules came in carrying a tray with three coffees on it. We sat around the conference table, and Jane and I got in listening mode as he made many astute observations about the projects, staff, effectiveness, and results implementation. He gave us a unique look that we wouldn’t have had otherwise because he had this dedicated time with us. I made a note to find a similar person at each of the other locations remote from New Jersey.