Chapter 1. The Gift (no sex)

His POV

At Tracy’s Office

When Roger got to my office Friday morning we were both in a very good mood and all was going as planned. Roger had spent the night enjoying his cock in my woman’s mouth, pussy and ass. She told me she had a great night serving our dear college friend, and was looking forward to “twice as much fun” this weekend.

Roger concurred with my wife, he was very pleased after his overnight adventuers. Now we had to do our jobs, negotiating purchase contracts. We would finish our jobs with Roger’s seeming departure for New York. Then we would start the weekend fun for all three of us.

My 4th quarter sales meeting with Roger is normally scheduled in December, but we moved it up a month to trap some people we called “the Joker and Gaga” who were trying to sabotage either me or my employer. Roger was helping us trap the Joker’s accomplices, and since he was here we decided to have him join us for the weekend.

Roger and I planned to be together all day, even lunch break at the deli included negotiation, but it was all friendlier and more relaxed than usual. We were both looking at job changes and promotions on January 1, so we expected this to be our last meeting in these roles. In addition to his usual seasonal business Roger was bringing a new order, replacing one of his other suppliers by taking one of our standard lines and running a few minor changes. Our business is competitive so stealing an order was a big deal for my firm.

Our job as negotiators really is as intermediaries with our own production people. They talked to us and we talked to each other, in general production folks tend to get too emotional about their positions so they need a go-between. Our job was to facilitate communication.

As always the hangup was price, and that in turn depends on how often we had to change each line, some of which served many different customers. The new order, a steal or interception from a rival firm, was highly prized by top management. But our operating folks saw it as a disruption to their smooth routine so they always raised a lot of issues. For this new order Roger’s people wanted 12 shipments, on the 3rd of each month, and stressed they had to be on time. But 12 setups carried a steep price in terms of disrupting production for my other customers. My production people hated it. My people claimed 6 production runs a year, with setups and downtime between other jobs, was good for them. But nobody wanted to carry the excess inventory and Roger’s people needed more frequent opportunities to make seasonal adjustments. Also, the product had a short shelf life. Roger said his people needed the once-a-month shipping because they had no room to store more input.

It was always like this, between us we kidded about the operations folks we worked with. He called his operations folks. I called my operations folks. People on the phones were driven to extremes by imagined trivial horrors messing up their sacred production schedule. Roger and I stayed cool and friendly. In between calls we shared some of last night’s video showing him screwing my happy wife every way but loose, and talking about the coming weekend’s festivities when we planned to share her body some more. We were all looking forward to repeatedly draining our balls.

Around 3 in the afternoon Roger’s COO started to push his inventory folks, pointing out that their current supplier was never on time which always killed their schedules, made them work overtime on weekends, caused cost overruns. The Board was tired of the lost profits so they should settle for the win and fix the problems. My COO wanted the order so he laid down the law that if we didn’t solve our differences today, the production higher-ups had to come in Saturday to finish the talks. However, he was not paying for a weekend escort for Roger. To avoid the threat both sets of production people finally gave us the wiggle room for the compromise we all knew was coming.

By 4:05 we signed the deal giving Roger 8 production runs a year for the new order, 2 each quarter - we had the firm dates starting next January 3. My production folks would produce excess product each run, then store the excess and ship from inventory as needed. My production people had to guarantee the quality of the production in inventory, if there was a problem they would have to interrupt their current ops and incur overtime charges, but that was part of the deal and the line manager either had to make it work or the COO would find somebody else. Roger’s people got a better deal then their previous supplier ever actually delivered. My production droids had the whole weekend off so they did not feel compelled to slash my tires. (I checked to make sure, they were known to jump the gun, especially on Packer/Badger weekends - which this was. They all know my car.)

When I called in the deal my COO was a happy man, he said I should take Roger to “the steak place” - just the two of us, no dates - on his corporate dime. Also, because this counted as another interception for me (from Cleveland this time), he had already signed my promotion paperwork, effective Monday. That was 7 weeks early! I would finish the year in my present position but at the higher pay rate. My actual new position was still subject to discussion based on who retired, other transfers, etc. My current boss was worried I might push him into semi-retirement, but to be honest I really did not want his job. I was already making notes on dividing up my present clients, I expected to take some of the load supervising other people.

I knew my COO got an annual bonus for each interception, which was doubled if it was a order from rivals in Cleveland or New Jersey, so I got the feeling I could write my own ticket for my next move.

At the airport I dropped Roger at the Departure gate in time for his flight - which he would not be taking. That was the last step in our trap, we figured some Gaga might watch the departures gate. At the counter Roger changed his tickets to a Monday morning flight eventually taking him to Jacksonville Florida for two more weeks of vacation. In the rest room he added a wig, glasses and reversed his coat before he came out the Arrivals gate where I was waiting. Roger’s trip to the airline’s counter was important because the last Gaga in the chain might get a report my arrival at the airport with Roger, dropping him off at the ticket counter. We figured that might be the final piece of chain that triggered the release of the funds that Joker paid his helpers. (That is how I’d do it, we figured sabotage job cost Joker $3,000.) We were following the money so that payment would provide the last piece of evidence in the puzzle and send somebody to jail. Now professional investigators would do their thing to find any of the Joker’s associates that might be out there.

This all started when somebody we called Joker had tried to disrupt my sales operations by blocking the escorts I scheduled. That was the reason for my wife’s first date as an escort for Roger two months ago. The name of the Joker had already been revealed by Mr. G, after my wife’s second date as an escort for him. Joker was salesman in our California/Nevada office who was part of a fraud scheme. We knew that the Joker had one or more local accomplices we called “Gagas.” I suggested moving up Roger’s usual December trip to mid-November and using that to trap all the troublemakers.