Chapter 44: The New Client

Nina wasn’t feeling any ill effects after being fisted at the bar the night before. She had slept extremely well, chalking that up to the number of orgasms she had experienced and the dancing. She was actually feeling really good as she grabbed breakfast and got ready for work. She also remembered to pack a small suitcase since she would be staying at Gretchen’s for the night, and would need clothes for work the next day.

She had just settled herself at her desk and was opening her e-mail when her assistant stepped into her office. “You’re wanted upstairs. Apparently, there’s a bit of a crisis with a new client, and they want to put you on the support team for them.”

She gave Joan a questioning look. “Somebody screw something up?”

Joan looked over her shoulder to make sure that no one was in the outer office, then lowered her voice. In a conspiratorial tone she said, “The rumour mill has it that Wendy Beltrain was assigned the account and went to a meeting at the client’s office. When she came back, she was telling wild stories about crazy things happening over there. Then someone high-up from the client apparently called and told our VP that Wendy had had a shouting match with one of their staff, and that they didn’t consider it to be very professional behaviour. The word has it that Wendy may be let go if the account can’t be salvaged.”

“So, what am I—the gunslinger or the sacrificial lamb?”

“That I don’t know. Maybe a bit of both.” Joan glanced at her watch. “You should probably get up there. They’re in the Executive Boardroom.”

Nina grabbed a pen and a pad from her desk and stood up. Turning to face Joan, she asked, “How do I look?”

Joan winked at her and said, “Like someone I want to take out for a drink.” She grinned, then added, “You look ravishing, as always. You’ll be fine.”

Nina walked very quickly to the elevator, moving fast enough that she could feel her breasts bouncing. She hoped that her skirt wasn’t moving around enough to give anyone a show. In the elevator she took a couple of deep breaths, reminding herself that she wasn’t the one in trouble. Fortunately, the Executive Boardroom was just across the lobby from the elevators, so she didn’t need to move at anything more than a normal walking pace.

The door to the Boardroom was open, and she could see several of the senior staff around the table. She stepped into the room, and heard an assistant close the door behind her. The Vice President that headed her division of the company was sitting at the head of the table. He looked at her and waved her toward the table. “Please, Nina, take a seat.” When she was seated, he smiled at her and said, “First, you are not in any trouble. In fact, we’re hoping that you can get us out of some trouble that has been caused by someone else.”

He nodded to one of the men sitting opposite her, who slid a file folder across the table to her. When she opened it, she saw it was one of their standard corporate client summaries. These contained background information on the particular company, its primary fields of business, and its major personnel. She quickly flicked through the file, then looked up at the Vice President, expecting him to say more.

“As you can see, this is a fairly new client, in fact they approached us just a week or so ago with a couple of requests. The file you’re holding was assembled by the staff in Client Research. As you can also see, there’s not much there. It’s a privately held firm, although we gather that it has some large companies as its clients. Interestingly enough, it also seems to be mainly staffed by women.”

He paused for a moment, so Nina risked interrupting him by asking, “So far what you’ve said seems totally normal for a new client. I’m not quite sure why I’m here, since I don’t usually do the initial groundwork.”

The Vice President looked at one of the other directors at the table and nodded while smiling at him. His name was Brad Wilson, and Nina had done some analysis work for him on another project, so she knew him slightly. Brad said, “I knew that calling you in was probably the right idea.” He looked up the table to the Vice President, who waved him on. “The reason you’re here is a little ... shall we say, ‘difficult’ to describe.” He looked at Nina and she got the impression that he was trying to will her to understand that some discretion was necessary.

“Please. Continue.”

“Okay, I guess I may as well just come out and tell you, especially since you will likely find out from the grapevine.” Nina gave him a puzzled look. He took a sip of his coffee, then continued. “You are correct that you wouldn’t normally be assigned to a new client right at the start. We all know that your skills lie with the analysis work, and you are very good at it.” Several heads nodded around the table, and Nina got the impression that her work seemed to be well respected.

“The problem is that the person we did assign to this client seems to have screwed things up very badly. We had assigned Wendy Beltrain to do the initial work, including meeting with their Management Committee, getting to know the major players in the company, all the usual initial prep work.”

“Okay. What you’re describing is how I understand that these initial meetings go. I know Wendy. I’ve worked with her in the past, and she seems to be competent.”

“You’re quite right, both about how these things usually go, and about Wendy. She has done some really good work for us in the past.”

“So ... did something happen?”

Brad took another sip of his coffee, and looked to the Vice President for reassurance. After being told to go on, he turned back to Nina. “Most of what I am about to say can’t leave this room. Not only are there some internal issues at stake, but we also have to deal with information about a potential client, and we must maintain their confidentiality.”

Nina nodded, a serious look on her face. “I understand completely. Please go on.”

“Here’s where it gets a little weird. Wendy went to a first meeting at the client’s office, on her own. She typically does the initial work on her own, so none of that is out of the ordinary.” Nina saw Brad take a deep breath before he went on. “Something happened at that meeting. Wendy wouldn’t say what, but she came back very upset, saying some very strange things about the staff and the way that they did things, and refused to ever go back.”

“What kind of things was she saying?”

“I’ll get to that in a minute. The whole issue kind of came to a head when the President got a screaming phone call from their CEO this morning.” Nina sucked in a breath through pursed lips. Brad saw her reaction and smiled grimly. “Yeah. It was that bad, which brings us to this meeting, and why you’re here.”

“I’m still not sure I understand why I’m here. What happened that led to this chain of events?”

“This is where it gets a little delicate. According to Wendy, the staff at this company practically work naked. Not only that, but if she’s to be believed, they also openly have sex with each other during the work day. And to top it all off, she claims that more than one person tried to initiate sex with her while she was there.”

Nina didn’t answer right away, but her mind was racing. She was starting to think that she was being sent in to what might be a lesbian company. Did someone suspect something about her new lifestyle?

She finally replied with a drawn out, “O-kay. That still doesn’t tell me why I’m here.”

“I am apologizing in advance for anything I might say that might offend you. I do not think in any way that there is anything about you that would lead us to think that you ... ah, damn it. This isn’t coming out right.” Brad stopped, seemingly at a loss for words.

“Just say what’s on your mind. I promise to not get offended or to throw your coffee in your face. I’ve probably been called way worse things than anything you’re about to say.” She gave him a disarming smile as encouragement.

“Okay. And again, I’m sorry, but here’s the deal. Wendy did say that every employee she saw was young, in some cases possibly still a teenager. They were all female, and they were all very pretty. She said they were all wearing short skirts and didn’t seem to mind showing cleavage.” Brad paused again, looking at Nina. “Ahh...”

She got the hint. “In other words, they looked a bit like me, at least in terms of wardrobe.”

She heard a muttered comment from one of the other men. “Not just wardrobe, but looks, too.”

She looked straight at the man who had commented, seeing him colour slightly. “Why thank you. A girl likes to be noticed.”

Brad quickly took up the thread of the conversation again. “Believe me, you get noticed. You are one of the younger members of the senior staff and you are certainly about the best looking. Speaking for myself, your husband is a lucky guy.”

Nina chuckled. “I try to remind him of that all the time, but being a man, he usually isn’t listening.” Brad laughed at her remark, then turned back to his papers.

“That aside, to get back to the real issue.” At Nina’s nod, he went on, “The problem is that we stand to lose what could be a very lucrative contract, and we could potentially be in for some very bad press if things go in the direction that they are headed. What we want you to do is to try to rescue things. Pick up the whole file, re-do what Wendy was trying to do, and see if you can make nice with the CEO.”

“So, am I going in as the brains of the outfit, or am I being sent in because of my looks and the way I dress?”

Brad said, “I knew there was a reason I recommended you for this.”

The Vice President interrupted before Brad could continue. “I will be very clear on this. What we are asking you to do is totally in keeping with the way this company operates. Every one of us has had to go out and meet new executives, or new presidents, and to schmooze our way into contracts. That is simply the way some of our business is done. Now, the reasons we are asking for you specifically to take this on are threefold. First, we know from past experience and from your colleagues that you are very smart and very capable, so you are eminently qualified for this task on that basis alone. The next two reasons are completely contrary to our corporate policies, and our corporate mindset, so I will assume all responsibility for that in any lawsuit that you may choose to bring.”

He ignored the whistle from Nina as she sucked air in through her teeth, and continued without pause. “Yes, we are also choosing you because in addition to an excellent mind, you also have an excellent figure, and you are probably the youngest person at your level in this company. That latter part is a testament to the sharpness of your mind, not your looks. Rest assured that you did not get to your current position because of the way you look; you got there because you deserved to be there.”

He paused for a moment to let all of that sink in, then quietly added, “This time, unfortunately, we are in need of both your mind and your looks, and we are sad to say that we all agreed that you were the best choice mainly because of your looks.”

Nina looked around the table, evaluating the expressions that she saw, then turned to look at the Vice President. “I accept that you have the interests of the company at heart, and I think I believe that you didn’t really want to make this a beauty contest in terms of who should take this on. It does sound like it is a bit of a unique situation, especially if Wendy is to be believed.”

“So, do you accept the assignment?”

“Yes, I will do my best to see if I can salvage anything out of this arrangement. However, if I hear one rumour that I got this assignment because I flashed my body at someone, or that some senior manager thought I was hot, then I can guarantee that there will be consequences.”

The Vice President stood up and came around to Nina’s chair. She rose to meet him and he reached out to shake her hand. “You have my solemn word that nothing of that sort will leave this room.” He made a point of looking at each of the other men as he spoke, and saw them all nod in agreement. The mood was made a little lighter when Brad smiled and said, “For the record, subject to the cone of silence we’ve put up, let me say that I do think you’re hot, and I hope you don’t sue me.”

Nina sharpened her gaze and pointed a finger at Brad. “I’ve got my eye on you.” A chuckle went around the table as the meeting ended.

Just before everyone got up to leave, the Vice President asked, “I don’t for a moment believe all of the things that Wendy was saying, but will you be able to deal with a situation in which another woman might actually proposition you while you are at the client’s offices?”

Nina smiled at him. “I appreciate the concern, but I’m pretty sure I can handle anything like that. I know several gay women, and I’ve been propositioned by other women in the past, so I know what to expect and how to extricate myself without hurting anyone’s feelings.” And I also know how to eat a pussy, and what it feels like to have my pussy eaten by someone who likes women.

“Another reason why you were the right choice to deal with this problem. Good luck, and keep us in the loop on your progress.”

“No problem, sir. I’ll let Brad know how things go.”

As she headed back to her office, Nina started thinking about how to handle the situation, and what she might be heading into. She decided that a little background research would be a good idea. Her assistant looked up as she arrived. “How did it go?”

Nina paused for a moment. “Come into my office so we can talk privately.” Joan followed her in, and Nina motioned for her to close the door, then waved her toward a seat.

When she saw Joan’s concerned look Nina said, “You’re not in trouble. However, this has turned out to be a weird situation, so you definitely have to keep everything confidential.” She waited for Joan to nod her agreement, then went on. “I want to know what you’ve heard about the situation with Wendy. What things has she said, what exactly happened at the new client, and anything the rumour mill has been passing around.”

Joan gathered her thoughts for a moment, then said, “I’m not sure how much there really is. Apparently, Wendy said that she didn’t see a single man in their offices. All the women she saw were dressed ... well ... like you, only more extreme.”

“You had better explain that one.”

“She said they were all wearing very short skirts, way shorter than anything you’ve ever worn. She claimed that if they walked too fast you could see the bottom of their ass. She also said that most of them had their blouses unbuttoned almost all the way, and that their blouses were nearly see-through.”

“Hmm. Sounds like the kind of place where you’d never get any work done.” She clapped her hand over her mouth as soon as she realized what she had said. “Oh, damn! I didn’t mean to say that. It just slipped out. I’m sorry. I apologize.”

Joan giggled at seeing her boss getting so flustered. “Hey! I’ve said way worse to you. You have nothing to apologize for. Besides, from the sounds of it, I’d say you’re probably right.” She waved a hand in dismissal, then asked, “For that matter, can I go with you so I can see for myself?”

“Nope, sorry. This one is too sensitive and I won’t be able to have someone leaving their eyes and tongue on the floor because they don’t know where to look.”

Joan laughed again. “You’re probably right, but it sure does sound interesting.”

“Now, did Wendy say anything else?”

“Now that you ask, yeah, she did say that someone tried to have sex with her.”

“What do you mean by ‘tried’? Did they pull her into a room, or grab a boob, or pat her on the ass? Any details?”

“Well, the way I heard it was that she was in a meeting and whoever was sitting beside her started touching her leg, then her arm. They supposedly even touched her boob and complimented her on how pretty she was. You and I have both seen Wendy many times. She’s not that pretty, and she sure doesn’t dress to advertise anything. She barely even wears makeup. She does have a good figure and she stays in shape, but if someone were to squeeze one of her boobs, I can see that she might freak.”

Nina absorbed Joan’s comments and thought about what she had said, then thanked her for the information, and her candour. She also reminded her to keep their discussion confidential. “Okay. I need to make a couple of calls to see if I can get a meeting with their CEO. Thanks again for your help.”

It took Nina a few repetitions of her explanation as to who she was, and why she was calling before she was finally connected to a senior manager in the client company. The reception she got was fairly frosty, and she did her best to explain that her company was extremely sorry for what had happened, and that new personnel had been assigned in an effort to make things right and salvage the situation.

After several minutes like that she finally got an agreement to let their company have a second chance. When she asked to meet with their CEO, she was told that a meeting might be impossible as the CEO was tied up with planning sessions all day. She asked if it would be possible to sit in on one of the sessions. The manager she was talking to said that she would speak to the CEO and pass along the request, then get back to her. Nina used the next few minutes to start putting together some notes for the file.

When her phone rang, the same senior manager was calling to give her a response. “I’ve spoken to our CEO, and she has decided to let you sit in on one of the planning sessions. If the session wraps a bit sooner than expected, then she’ll give you a few minutes after it ends. Failing that, she’ll give you a few minutes in her office. You’ll be able to deliver your apology in person and make your pitch for why we should continue to have anything to do with your company.”

“Thank you. I am more than willing to work within those parameters. When should I arrive for the planning session?”

“It kicks off at 1:30 this afternoon, so you should plan to arrive a few minutes before that. One of the receptionists will show you to the meeting room.”

Nina thanked the manager and ended the call, then started stuffing her briefcase for the meeting. She decided to grab an early lunch before heading over to the client’s offices. She walked out to tell Joan that she would possibly be out for the afternoon.

“Are you sure I can’t come with you? It might look more impressive if you showed up with someone else, so it would look like there was a team on the file.”

“No, I think I should handle this on my own. I’ve likely got some bowing and scraping to do to fix things after what has happened, and that is best done one on one with whomever I can talk to in their senior management group.”

“Okay. Good luck.”

Nina arrived a few minutes ahead of her appointment and located the elevator that would take her up to the corporate offices. The building was modern and new and the elevator deposited her in the reception area for the company. She realized that they had at least the entire floor, which made her wonder how many people worked there; the company seemed larger than she had first thought.

She approached the large desk that was built into one wall of the area. It was manned by three very pretty young women, although the one that spoke to her seemed to be the youngest of the three. Willing herself to not jump to any conclusions, she identified herself to the girl and told her who she was here to see.

“Oh, yes. You are expected. There’s a presentation in the boardroom and I was told to bring you there so that you can meet people and attend the presentation.” The girl smiled at Nina and moved her chair back so she could come out to escort her.

When the receptionist got up to show Nina to the boardroom, Nina could see that the girl wasn’t dressed very provocatively, in contrast to what she had heard. Her blouse was unbuttoned a little, and her skirt was fairly short and pleated. She was almost a twin of the way that Nina was dressed, except that Nina could tell that the girl was wearing a bra even though her blouse wasn’t sheer. All told the girl was dressed in the way that any young woman in business would be dressed. As Nina looked around, she could see that other women in the company were dressed in a much more provocative fashion, even more than the way that Nina herself was dressed.

Nina’s blouse was a little thicker, and the material in her skirt was heavier, so things weren’t quite as visible, nor did her skirt fly around very much. In comparison, this girl had very nice legs and seemed to be very young. At a guess Nina thought she might only be in her mid-teens. Perhaps she was a corporate intern on a training programme. Nina risked a sideways glance as the girl went past her, and while she could see the top of the girl’s bra, she certainly wasn’t dressed to present herself for anyone’s sexual enjoyment.

On the other hand, when they passed a couple of other women in the hallway, the open buttons on their blouses let Nina see a breast on each of them, right out to the turgid nipple. Nina could barely keep her eyes up as she followed the young girl, since she was seeing long legs and the lower curves of buttocks on every woman who walked in front of them.

As Nina entered the boardroom, she could see that it was quite full. There were several people at the front of the room, apparently going through various documents, and setting up some equipment. The room was dominated by a large table, but she could see an empty seat near one end, on the opposite side. As she made her way around the table to the empty chair, she could see that all of the people at the meeting were female, and all were very pretty. The other thing that struck her was that they all seemed to be dressed similarly, each showing deep cleavage. The women standing at the front of the room were also wearing very short skirts or dresses, and Nina suspected that even those who were seated were showing a lot of leg.

The empty chair was almost at one end of the table, on its far side. There was an older woman sitting in the chair nearest the end, and Nina circled behind her to reach the empty seat. She stood behind the empty chair and smiled down at the woman. She introduced herself and identified her company, then asked if it would be alright to use the empty chair.

The woman introduced herself as the company CEO and waved Nina toward the chair. Nina put her briefcase on the table in front of her and settled into the chair so she now had the CEO on her right. The lights in the room immediately dimmed and one of the women at the head of the table announced that the presentation would now begin. A projector suspended from the ceiling came on and the first slide was projected on a screen at the head of the room. One of the women who had been standing started talking, introducing the topic of the presentation and pointing out the highlights of the briefing that was to be delivered.

Out of the corner of her eye Nina noticed the older woman moving in a little closer, both to the table and to Nina. She thought nothing of it until she felt a hand land on her right leg, on the lower part of her thigh, just above her knee. The hand didn’t move for a moment, then it softly began to caress her leg, moving in a circle that went along the upper surface of her thigh, then over her knee, and then on to the inner side of her thigh. It stopped short of the hem of her skirt, but that meant that it was covering almost all of her thigh, given the short length of her skirt.

The CEO’s hand made a couple of circuits in that same fashion without trying to take things any further. Nina hadn’t reacted in any way, but inwardly her mind was racing. Is this what happened to Wendy? Did someone put a hand on her leg and she reacted badly? Did anything more happen? Almost in answer to her question, the next time the hand moved to her inner thigh it exerted some pressure, pulling her leg to one side. The chair that Nina was sitting in had no arms, so her leg easily moved outward on the chair and her thighs were now widely spread. She could feel her skirt moving up a little, and was afraid that her pussy might now be visible if the lights were to come back up.

That possibility didn’t seem to matter very much, as the hand returned and moved unerringly to her pussy. At first it laid flat on her mound, then skated downward. The fingers curved inward to match the contours of her vulva so the hand ended up cupping her entire pussy. It rested there for a moment, soaking in the warmth of her sex, then the middle finger curved a little more, finally separating the petals, testing her heat and wetness. The hand slid back a little way and the wet middle finger dragged right over her clitoris, sliding its entire length along the little button until the tip of the finger came to rest right on top of the little soldier.

Nina was nearly biting her tongue to hold back the moan that wanted to escape from her throat. She was convinced that a similar assault had occurred with Wendy, but since Wendy likely wasn’t a slave and therefore hadn’t endured similar treatment, she hadn’t known how to deal with the situation. In Nina’s case she was completely surprised by the circumstances surrounding what was happening to her, but knew that the likely outcome would be not much more than some forced sex. Just as Gretchen had taught her, she knew there would be times when a Mistress would want to play with her pussy and that the slave’s role was not to show any outward reaction. The location and circumstances were a little odd, but if the CEO was a Mistress, then Nina was simply a slave and had no choice but to acquiesce.

To that end, the CEO’s middle finger started beating a little tattoo on top of Nina’s clit. Each tap made Nina flinch a bit, and served to push her arousal up just a little bit more. She didn’t see the little smile that appeared on the CEO’s face, and she didn’t know that the goal was to make her come before the presentation ended. She also didn’t see some of the furtive glances that were being directed her way from around the table. Most of the people in attendance had seen Wendy’s meltdown of the previous day, and they were wondering if they were about to witness a repeat performance.

The finger changed tactics and now started flipping Nina’s clit back and forth. Nina tried not to react, but couldn’t help a little gasp escaping her lips. She started sucking deep breaths in an effort to control herself and to push her arousal aside. She was used to having to control her orgasms since Gretchen liked to push her slaves to the edge without any relief in sight. The finger on her clit was being very insistent and she didn’t know how long she would be able to withstand its assault.

Almost as if someone had read her mind, another hand suddenly landed on her opposite leg, pulling it in that direction. She was now almost in a wide split and the second hand quickly moved up along her inner thigh until a finger slipped between her wet labia and all the way into her vagina. The finger slid in and out a few times, then curled and found the rough patch on the front wall of her vagina. Nina’s hips started to lift in response, and she knew she was very close to losing control and slipping into the orgasm.

The end of Nina came when someone slipped behind her and reached around to cup her breasts. The hands squeezed very firmly, then moved to her nipples, easily finding them through the material of her blouse. As the hands pulled and rolled her nipples the owner of the hands moved in close behind her and whispered, “It’s time to come, sugar. You know you want to, and we’re not going to stop until you do. We all want to see you come, so let it go honey, let it go.”

It seemed as if the three women tormenting her were all working in synchronization. A hot tongue licked along the surface of her ear just as the one finger in her pussy became two, forcing their way into her tight passage. The finger on her clit was joined by a thumb and her clit was now caught in a soft vise that squeezed and rubbed and pulled on the little button and its surrounding tissue. The fingers holding her nipples pulled strongly as they twisted the hard nubs. The combined sensations were too much for Nina, and her control disappeared even as she tried to contain the orgasm.

The hands on her body were having none of that. She was bouncing on her seat, fists tightly clenched, jaw clamped shut but her moans and her whistling breath gave her away as the orgasm simply overwhelmed her defences. She finally cried out, the attention of everyone in the room now focused on her. She didn’t see the smiles on all the pretty faces around the table. These women had been told that they might get to play with the new analyst if everything worked out, and it certainly seemed as if it would.

As Nina’s overwhelming orgasm ebbed and she went limp from lack of strength, hands lifted her from her chair and placed her on the boardroom table. Her blouse and skirt quickly disappeared along with her shoes. Cuffs were brought out and went on her wrists and then they were clipped behind her back. As she regained some semblance of consciousness she looked around and saw clothes coming off many of the women in the room. She felt hands on her legs and looked down to see the face of the CEO looking back at her from just above her mound. “Welcome to your initiation,” the CEO said, just before her mouth descended to Nina’s pussy and Nina felt her tongue slide through her entire slit.