Chapter 25: A Sudden Change in Direction

Tom plunged over eight inches of awesome man meat into my pussy as I lay almost spread-eagled on Mike and Grace’s living room sofa. Mike was fucking Connie nearby, Owen was balls deep in Candy on the facing sofa, and Grace was being plundered by Chad in the big cushy chair.

Tom was a mildly sophisticated business man in the Denver area. He’d been discovered on a dating website by Grace and Mike, as they looked for a single male to balanced out the fun they had with Connie, Chad, and Candy. Tom had passed muster, and once the situation had been explained promised to never ‘get romantic’ with Connie. She would have to ask him if she wanted more than a friends-with-benefit relationship, and even then, they only did the FWB thing when they were together with other couples.

Tom was about fifty, drove an older Porsche, and read extensively about everything going on in the world. We thought he should try to go on Jeopardy. I teased him when that comment was made: ‘Alex, I’ll take sex for a thousand, please.’ Tom did understand sex, a woman’s body, and how to get the most mileage for a man his age. He loved oral.

The fifth orgasm of the night slammed into my body, and I also felt Tom’s jettison of a large load of cum into my inner depths. For him, there’d never been a question, but what, after cuddling after our mutual orgasms, that he would go down on me and clean up the territory. That brought me to orgasm number six.

I cuddled with Tom and watched the others finish up the round. Everyone looked happy. Grace eventually got up and did her sexy walk into the kitchen and brought back water bottles for everyone. Sex was hot work.

I continued to cuddle with Tom. He had me in his lap with an arm around me, his hand cupping my breast. I liked that he paid attention to me that way.

Mike said, “Well, tomorrow is a work day, so I suspect we might want to think about an earlier bedtime that we did on Saturday night.” Everyone nodded.

Owen and I had been asked by Mike and Connie to come to Denver, both for our weekend debauchery, as well as to actually do some billable work on some week days. We again stayed with Mike and Grace at their home.

Monday, Owen went off to work with Mike. There had been some problems with their network security, including what appeared to be one partly successful hacking attempt. Mike’s hope was that Owen would be able to fix the holes that existed in their Internet presence.

I left and connected with Connie at her new and enlarged jewellery and design center in the downtown galleria. Her locale was now several jumps upscale from when I’d first met her, and she attributed her success to my work in marketing and her online presence. She was increasingly known in the country and Europe as a source for beautiful jewelry.

Connie spent several hours with me talking about her hopes for her business and also for her marketing sphere of influence. I took copious notes and then also interviewed several of the people that worked for her. I explained to her what I thought I could do, and pointed out where I thought I’d run into problems making her every wish come true. One of my consultant friends had cautioned me to always manage client expectations. Better to exceed expectations than to fall short.

At the end of the day, we joined Chad and Candy, Owen, and Mike and Grace for dinner at a Thai restaurant. We did not do a ‘group grope’ as we had the night before. After dinner, we went our separate ways, although Owen did spend the night with Grace, as I cuddled up with Mike in his bed; and yes, we all had sex, of course.

Tom has asked me to have coffee with him on Tuesday morning before I packed and headed back to the east coast. I wondered what he had in mind. He’d been evasive about his work, so I just turned off my curiosity to let him come to me. I had the feeling he was an executive for some company, but not much else.

I met Tom at a Starbucks that he’d given me directions to. He was waiting and full of smiles. He was casually dress but his clothes were definitely not Walmart quality. He had high-end tastes.

Tom and I did some small talk, but I could tell there was a large issue on his mind. He finally shifted to his primary purpose for our meeting.

“Brie, I talked extensively to Mike, Candy, and Connie about the work you did for them, and then, with a little more effort I checked out a few of your others clients and your previous work for Knightsbridge near where you live. I am impressed and I think you can help me – help us.

“I work for an engineering company – PiRsquared Engineering or simply PR. I actually head the group, and own controlling interest. I am assuming this discussion is extremely confidential. I want to sell my asset to another company. I know who might pay top dollar for it, including buying me out as well as the other shareholders. That’s top secret.

“I need to dress up PR and make it more appealing in the meantime, to attract that bid I seek, as well as to attract new business and help me close on some of the things we’re bidding on. The activities to do those are all congruent, I think.

“I’ve beat on our information technology department, but they lack creativity. Their technically astute, I assume, but I need someone like you who is creative and innovative, and who can blend the business, marketing, and public technology presence. Owen impressed me, and I assume that he could help you with some of the I.T. stuff.”

I held up my hand. “What does your company do? How big is it – ten people, a hundred?”

Tom smiled. “We have six-thousand people scattered around the world. We’re a multi-billion dollar a year business, highly profitable, and we take on some very high-risk projects from time to time. Those pay well, but if we fail, we could lose our shirts. We have the London Cross-City Rail project, and are also competing to rebuild the port of Colombo in Sri Lanka. We helped add another shipping lane to the Panama Canal. We have other projects that are less visible, but very large ranging from skyscrapers to sections of controversial rail lines in this and other countries. We do the engineering, kind of like an architect designs a house and makes sure it won’t fall down. Others built it and we ensure they do it to our specifications. Most of our projects go on for years not months.”

I gasped, “Oh. Are you sure you want me? I’m ... a nobody.”

“Yes. I’ve vetted you and think you’re the right person for what I have in mind. You just have to scale up your thinking from six people to six thousand.”

Tom spent the next hour laying out what he thought could happen. This would call on every pore of my body to be efficient, effective, and transformational on his behalf. He knew I had a couple of other people working for me, and expected that they’d also be involved and that I’d also hire more people – many more.”

I was speechless. He wanted me to set up a consulting company and start charging him for our services to improve his company.

I followed him back to his company’s headquarters in my rental car, and he introduced me to some of his other executives that were in offices near his. I was glad that I was sharply dressed. A few of them knew of my impending presence. I wondered whether they had the long knives out.”

Tom, his top marketing VP, the I.T. director, and I went to lunch. I had to put on my ‘big boy’ persona. I thought I asked astute questions to the two other men as we ate, and I got a feel for their strengths and weaknesses.

In terms of weakness, they were all engineers and thought that way. They saw the problem of improving public presence as a black box with inputs – the world situation and need for large projects, and outputs – what they did as a company. Inside the box they were supposed to win contracts, even mammoth ones, create the support systems around the world, crank out the engineering plans and management expertise and oversee the delivery of the results on time and in budget. The ‘people’ side of the equation was given short shrift.

Later, as Tom and I talked alone, he asked what I thought of the two men. I gave him my frank assessment – too focused on engineering, and not enough on either marketing or the innovative application of technology.

Tom said, “I knew I had the right person. Get to work.” He laughed.

I still didn’t know what I needed to do. “Tom, I need to write a proposal, but this job is so big that I don’t even know how to price my services. This could take a long time, too.”

“I expect that. Just state that you will deliver custom management consulting expertise to me at a rate of $150,000 per month. You can do that in a one-page letter. I expect you to bill your time to me at $800 per hour. I figure that’s what you’re worth. That’s what McKennitt Consulting wanted to charge me for their top people, and they didn’t have a wit’s idea about what to do. Further, they did not level with me, as you did, about their opinions of the men I’ve introduced you to. I can trust you, I’m sure. If you need more money, let me know and we’ll do another letter contract or expand this one. Needless to say, we have deep pockets and this is important.

I blubbered, “Tom, that’s $6,400 per day just for me.”

“I know. Bill out Sheri and Maryann at a little less, and your other people as you see fit. I know you have a few other jobs, and you should honor those, and even get yourself other new business. You should also charge your time today to this project.” I wondered how he knew about Sheri and Maryann, but didn’t ask.

“I’ll want to talk to the rest of your management team, and dive down in some areas talking to other managers and project leaders.”

“Good way to start. My secretary, Tara, can help set up the meetings.” He yelled out and a gorgeous redhead came in and we met. She looked like she walked out of a dream, and had more smarts than anybody else I’d met except Tom. She was charged with helping me set up meetings and such. I could see we’d be friends.”

After Tara left, I whispered to him, “Does our ... outside relationship overly complicate things?” I thought of how good his cock had felt inside me the night before as he spewed about a gallon of man cum inside me after a long fuck session.

Tom shook his head. “If it does, let me know. I compartmentalize and I suspect that you do, too. On this job, by the way, if anybody asks, we met at a cocktail party and I was impressed with your credentials, so hired you on a tentative basis to see what you could do for our company. There’s a lot of truth to that story. Mike, Candy, and Connie recommended you, too. Also, if I’m not happy about something you’re doing, you’ll hear about. Conversely, I do lavish praise, so expect that, too.”