I walked into work on Monday for our weekly sales meeting and noticed excitement and confusion. I walked over to our receptionist to pick up my messages and asked her.
“What’s going on?”
“You haven’t heard we acquired Hadden Industries,” she replied.
Walking to my desk, I noticed the rest of the sales staff discussing the news. So, regarding my messages, I get hit on all the time when I visit different companies, guys trying to get into my pants. I rebuff all of them, but they’ll still try to get me to call them so they can try again. So, when I get my phone messages at work, I have to separate the work messages from the horny men’s messages.
While doing that, my phone buzzed; it was Mr. Stolis.
“Bernadette, can you come to my office please?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I answered, growing a bit nervous.
I leaned in his open doorway.
“Yes sir, what is it?” I asked timidly.
Mr. Stolis was sitting with our Sales Manager Ed Thomas. He got up from his desk and motioned me inside.
“Please have a seat, Bernadette,” he said, smiling.
I sat in a chair opposite his desk, and he sat down and pushed three thick binders at me.
“You’ve heard we acquired Hadden Industries, correct?” he asked.
“Yes, sir, I did,” I replied, not knowing what that meant.
“Good. This is a great opportunity for us to grow and for everyone to get rich,” he said as Ed shook his head in agreement.
“I’m sorry, what does Hadden Industries do, exactly,” I asked, cluelessly.
“Bernadette, they own and sell minerals and chemicals to the largest pharmaceutical companies in the world, and they hold exclusive contracts with companies and countries where those things are found,” Ted explained.
“And some of the most profitable of those contracts are expiring soon,” Mr. Stolis explained.
“I understand, so we need to keep those contracts,” I offered.
“Yes, at all costs,” Mr. Stolis firmly stated.
“Take these binders and familiarize yourself with the company, and we’ll see you at the sales meeting today,” Ted ordered.
I returned to my desk, pouring through the books, chemicals and their uses, minerals and their uses. Where each is found, what their abundance is, and what countries have vast reserves. It was a lot to absorb, but I realized how important it was, so I made notes and marked pages with Post-it notes. By the time our sales meeting started, I had dozens of Post-it notes sticking out of all three binders and had pages of notes in my notebook.
I was the last salesperson to enter the conference room, and besides Mr. Stolis and Mr. Thomas, I was the only one who had brought the binders. As the meeting started, some of the salespeople looked at my binders with a look of dismay. I wasn’t sure if I was the only one of the sales staff who got the binders or if they didn’t think it was important enough to bring them.
After Ted’s lengthy speech, Mr. Stolis stood up to speak. He told us we’d all go to Las Vegas next Monday morning for a big pharmaceutical conference. We’d take over the Hadden Industries booth there and attend seminars. But our primary goals were to secure new contracts and seek extensions on existing ones. The conference ran until Friday afternoon, and we’d be taking the company jet. I didn’t even know we had a company jet.
I spent my week memorizing the three binders of information and shopping for clothes for the conference. I’d never been to Vegas, so I had no idea what to expect, except I knew it was called Sin City. When I showed up at the office to catch the limo for the airport, the salespeople laughed at the size of my suitcase. I had a full-sized suitcase, and they all had carry-on bags.
“What? We’re going until Friday,” I whined.
One told me, “It’s Vegas; most deals are done around the pool or at the bars. “
“Oh,” I said, turning red in embarrassment.
Our corporate jet was amazing: swivel leather seats, a conference table, a kitchen, and closed accordion doors. It was a short flight, and we were on the ground. When we got to the hotel, Mr. Stolis, Mr. Thomas, and I got suites because I was the only female on the sales staff; the rest had to double up in regular hotel rooms. To say they were pissed was an understatement.
The conference started at noon, with seminars all afternoon, followed by a cocktail party before we went for dinner. I was one of a few women present in the first seminar and was the attention of everyone’s gaze. The men around me, who were much older, kept trying to chat me up. I was polite but aloof. I wasn’t dressed particularly slutty, but a lovely sundress, okay, it showed off my tits pretty well, but everything else was covered.
All afternoon, I felt like all eyes were on me, and I received many invitations to party later. I politely declined all invitations and stayed close to Mr. Stolis at the cocktail party.
“You know, Bern, to see how the men here look at you, you’d think you were a steak dinner,” he said, laughing and giving me a hug around the hip.
Everyone who knew Mr. Stolis came up and talked to him, and I was introduced to them. Men’s attempts to get me alone continued as the party began. An older gentleman approached Mr. Stolis, and I recognized him from one of the binders I had read.
“Jeremy, you old son-of-a-bitch, nice job picking up Hadden Industries,” he said, smiling and hugging my boss.
“Thanks, Ben. I look forward to discussing business with you this week,” Mr. Stolis said, returning the greeting.
“Haha, yes, you and every other executive here,” Ben laughed.
Then Ben turned and looked at me; I felt naked in his gaze.
“Oh, Ben, I’m sorry; let me introduce you to one of our sales reps. This is Bernadette O’Callahan,” Mr. Stolis said.
“Bernadette, this is,” I cut off Mr. Stolis mid-sentence.
“Oh, I know who this is, Ben Morgan, the successful businessman,” I beamed as I leaned in, kissing him on the cheek; yeah, okay, and rubbing my tit on his arm a bit.
“Well, aren’t you a beautiful rose in this desert of thorns? It’s nice to meet you,” Ben said, getting a whiff of my perfume.
“Oh, the honor is all mine, sir,” I said, blushing.
Mr. Morgan looked at Mr. Stolis, smiled, and winked at him, and I knew I had made a great first impression. The three of us talked about the conference and business. I managed to throw out some facts and phrases from the binders I’d read, and I could tell Mr. Stolis was impressed.
I managed to poke my tit into Mr. Morgans’s elbow often enough, and eventually, he put his arm around me as we drank and talked. I looked around us at one point and saw several men watching us, and they did not seem happy. Even the sales staff from my company looked at me like they wished they were me. I decided to make a play for old Ben’s business.
“Mr. Morgan, could you find a few moments this week so I can discuss your contract with us. We want your business and will go the extra mile to win it,” I said boldly.
Mr. Solis’s eyes shot open, and his body stiffened as he looked at me. Mr. Morgan wrinkled his nose at me and then smiled at me.
“First off, Bernadette, call me Ben. You don’t waste any time getting to the point, do you?” Ben laughed and clinked my glass in a toast.
“Well, Ben, if we’re not getting pushy,” Mr. Solis responded.
“Nonsense, the early bird gets the worm, right Bernadette,” Ben said, brushing his hand across my butt.
“Yes, sir, she gets the big juicy worm. And please, my friends, call me Bern,” I said, smiling cheerfully at Ben.
The men laughed and toasted, clanking their glasses. I looked around to see my fellow sales reps looking sick at what was happening.
“Alright, Bern, I’ll tell you what. I’m hosting a small cocktail party at the pool around lunchtime tomorrow. There will be just a couple of board members and me. Why don’t you and Jeremy stop by for a drink? We can chat about business if you like,” Ben said as he laughed.
“Why, thank you, Ben. That’s lovely of you. We’d love to attend,” I replied, spilling my drink a little on my dress and then lifting the hem up to give Ben a good look at my long legs.
His eyes almost popped out of their sockets as I held my dress up.
“I swear, I’m so clumsy sometimes, Ben,” I laughed as my dress reached a spot where my panties should be.
“Bernadette, we need to get to dinner. Everyone will be waiting for us,” Mr Stolis announced, breaking Ben’s gaze on my pink inner thighs.
“Oh, oh, alright. Then we’ll see both of you tomorrow”, Ben said as he kissed my hand.
“Ben, here’s my card,” I smiled, handing it to him. I turned it over so he could see my private number on the back.
With that, we walked away and headed to the dining room. We found the table where the sales team was seated and joined them.
“Where did you two get off too?” Ted asked.
“Um, we saw Ben Morgan at the bar,” Mr. Stolis told the group.
“Oh, nice. I’m going to approach him tomorrow and nail down a contract,” one of our salespeople announced.
“Well, that could be difficult, Ron. Bernadette got an invitation to his private cocktail party at the pool tomorrow, so it’s best we let her handle it,” Mr. Stolis announced with a shit-eating grin.
“Are you fucking with us, Jeremy?” Ted asked, doubting it.
“Yeah, she had Ben eating out of her hand; I’m going to prepare the contracts after dinner,” Mr. Stolis countered.
“Fuck,” one of the sales reps, Bill, shouted, knowing he had just lost out on a huge commission.
Ted smiled at me, put his hand on my knee, and squeezed it. I looked at him and smiled but didn’t rebuff his advance.
“Nice work, Bern,” he whispered, and his hand slid further up my leg.
Mr Stolis ordered champagne for the table, and the celebration began.
“Isn’t it a bit premature to begin celebrating,” a sales rep asked.
“We’ve been here less than a day and have a private meeting with one of our top three targets to sign. I’d say that’s a good sign and an occasion to celebrate,” Mr. Stolis said, toasting me.
I had a pretty good buzz on when I felt Ted squeeze my inner thigh and make a move for my pussy. I put my hand on his and looked at him, shaking my head. “NO,” and he stopped his advance but kept his hand on my inner thigh. When Mr. Stolis excused himself for the evening, I did also. Tomorrow would be the biggest day of my short business career. When we reached the elevator, Mr. Stolis told me.
“Bern, I’ll draw up the contracts for Ben, I’m sure they’ll be terms he’ll be acceptable to. You shouldn’t have to negotiate details. I’ll give you a couple of notes on our drop dead numbers, but I think you’ll come through tomorrow,”
“Thanks, sir, I appreciate that,” I said.
“Oh, do you have a bathing suit for the pool tomorrow?” he asked.
“Oh, yeah, definitely a closer, sir,” I replied.
He smiled as he exited the elevator, and I made it to my floor and room. I had a great night’s sleep, and I showered and shaved before heading down to breakfast with the group. Of course, I was the last one there, and I noticed the sales staff engaged in a tense discussion with Ted. As I approached, they stopped.
“Don’t stop on my account, boys. I’m a big girl, and you won’t hurt my feelings,” I said, sitting down.
“Well, Bernadette, the team thinks one of them should accompany you to the meeting with Ben. They don’t feel you have the right experience to close the deal,” Ted relayed their concerns.
“Well, let me tell you something, boys,” I started out.
“I have something you don’t. I have the right equipment and plenty of experience to close this deal. Can you boys say the same?” I said in contempt.
The table was silent, although I saw Mr. Stolis chuckling in his napkin. Mr Stolis handed me two contracts to look over, as the boys looked like someone just pissed in their cornflakes. As I had coffee, I looked them over and compared the numbers in the contract with Mr. Stolis’s drop-dead numbers.
“Would you like us to explain the contract to you, Bernadette?” one of the reps asked, and the others laughed.
“No, but could you get our waitress for me? I want to order,” I said matter-of-factly, not looking up from the contract as Ted and Mr. Stolis laughed out loud.
Having put them in their place, I could listen to Ted and Mr. Stolis talk about how this would be a big moment for the company and that knowing I would be primarily responsible would be a springboard to more incredible things. The guys were miserable hearing this. In their eyes, I was just a bimbo with big tits.
The morning seminars went quickly, and I needed to get to my room and change. I did my makeup and put my hair in pigtails pulled up high. I stripped out of my clothes and looked in the mirror; if it weren’t for my breasts, I could have passed for a much younger girl. I put on the new sling bikini I’d ordered for the trip and gasped when I saw myself in the mirror.
The flesh-colored suit made me look naked, with small strips of fabric that didn’t cover my puffy nipples and barely covered my shaved honey pot. Fortunately, I had a beach cover to wear that covered my charms…barely. I wore oversized sunglasses, grabbed my bag with the contract, and headed for the pool.
I walked out to the pools to a pretty good crowd, all men and all scoping me out. I looked around, searching for Ben’s party.
“Bern, Bern, over here,” I heard a voice call out.
I saw Mr. Stolis waving at me. I walked over to a roped-off area of the pool, where a group of men gathered around a poolside bar. Ben led me to the bar, and I ordered a mimosa as Ben looked me over.
Bernadette, that’s almost a bathing suit,” he roared as the men zeroed in on me.
“Well, Ben, at the beach or pool, less is more,” I smiled and raised my drink.
The men all agreed and toasted me. Mr. Stolis just stood back and watched me work. Off to the side, outside the roped-in area, I saw my sales group scoping things out.
“Bern, let me introduce you to my friends,” Ben said, turning me towards the men.
“Tom Kean, our Chairman of the Board; Ed Rollings, our CFO; and Sid Walsh, Head of product procurement,” Ben announced proudly.
“Hello. It’s nice to meet you, and I can’t wait to work under you all,” I said with a smile as Mr. Stolis slightly choked on his drink.
The men smiled and surrounded me, asking questions and getting to know one another.
“You look too young to be out in business,” Tom questioned.
Well, I can assure you, gentlemen, I’m not jailbait, I said, letting my beach cover open a bit.
The men laughed nervously as I shot Mr. Stolis a look.
“Ben, I hate to leave, but I have a call I need to make,” Mr. Stolis said, getting my drift.
Ben and his group focused on my barely covered body and didn’t even notice Mr. Stolis leave. However, when he left the pool area, he also made the peeping tom sales reps he employed leave. The drinks flowed as we chatted, I had a pleasant glow about me, and the men entertained me.
A while later, Ben looked around and saw that the lunchtime crowd at the pool had thinned, with most people attending the afternoon seminars.
“Bernadette, why don’t you remove your cover and get some sun?” Ben said with a wicked smile.
“Oh, okay,” I said, removing my cover to reveal my almost naked body to the four men.
The men studied my curves and charms, my camel toe prominently displayed in the skimpy material between my legs. I turned one of the pool cabanas so the cover faced the pool and the other guests, and then I reached into my bag and retrieved a bottle of baby oil.
“I don’t want my little bits to burn. Would you gentlemen like to oil me up?” I said, sitting down on the cabana and lowering the straps to my bikini, exposing my breasts.
“Absolutely,” The men said.
As the men joined me, I stretched out on the cabana, lying on my stomach. The men oiled my back and legs, and I felt a hand slide between my butt cheeks. I let them have at it for a minute and then rolled over.
“Don’t forget this side, boys,” I said.
I felt a tug, and my bathing suit was pulled down my legs and dropped on the pool deck; they had me naked. They took turns oiling my breasts and pussy, which was now buzzing. I interrupted their fun by reaching into my bag gra, grabbing the contracts, and holding them up.
“How about it, Ben? Is now a good time?” I said, peeking out from under my sunglasses.
“It is Bernadette, but I left my contract signing pen in my room,” he said.
“Well played, Sir,” I smiled back.
I looked at all the men. They all had hard cocks trying to get out of their shorts.
“Alright, Ben, let’s go to your room and look for that pen,” I said, rubbing a finger over the head of his cock.
“Great, gentlemen, we’ll be back soon,” Ben announced proudly.
“Ben, we’ll need witnesses to the sign-in. What if your pen runs out of ink? I think everyone should join in the singing celebration,” I told him, looking at the other three men.
“Wonderful, we’ll make it a rodeo then,” Ben announced to the smiling executives.
I grabbed my beach cover, put it on, put my bikini in my bag, and stood up. Ben ordered a case of champagne for his room, and the men led me into the hotel and the elevators. Once on the elevator, the men took advantage of us as the only ones on board. They pulled their swimsuits down, and their cocks sprang forward; I grabbed them and stroked them two at a time,
“Really, we’re going to start in here?” I said, laughing.
I dropped to my knees and began negotiating for Ben’s contract signature. I kissed and licked Ben’s cock as the men watched, finally sucking it into my mouth, my head bobbing gently on it.
“Oh, fuck,” Ben sighed.
I quickly changed cocks; I wasn’t sure how fast we’d get to their floor. I managed to give all of them a quick suck before we hit the penthouse where Ben was staying. The men ushered me into the hotel room, and I continued to suck off the four men. I imagined three men were in their fifties, but Tom was over sixty.
All of the men we fit for their age, and their cocks were rock-hard as I continued to suck one after another. When I began to taste their baby batter, I stopped, not knowing if they’d be able to get hard again if they came into my mouth.
I got up and flopped on the bed while Ben was passing out what I thought was Viagra to his friends.
“Okay, who’s first?” I said, slapping my wet pussy.
The men agreed that Tom would go first, so he crawled into bed with me and started to kiss my nipples while he probed my honey hole with his finger.
“Umm, yeah,” I hissed as Tom found my clit.
Tom skillfully toyed with it, bringing me ever closer to an orgasm.
“Umm, oh yeah, Tom, like that,” I moaned and looked up to see the men watching their friend pleasure me.
Watching the other three men watching me have sex sent me over the top.
“Oh, oh, fuck I’m coming I screamed as my body convulsed.
The men watched in awe as I came, my chest heaving.
“Get on your knees,” Tom ordered.
I flipped over and rose on my knees. My arms outstretched on the bed, and my face turned sideways. Tom spread my legs how he wanted them and then cracked me on the ass.
“Do you like that, Bernadette?” he asked.
“Yes, yes, more, more,” I cried.
Tom reigned blows on my ass as it reddened.
“Yes, yes, more, more, use a belt, whip my ass good,” I squealed.
A second went by until I felt a brush rush by my ass, and then Tom let into me good.
Crack, crack, crack, crack, the blows came fast and furious.
“Yes, yes, more, harder, harder,” I cried for it as my hands clenched the sheets.
Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack. Tom whipped my butt for the best part of five minutes.
“Fuck me, please all of you fuck me, fuck me hard,” I cried.
Tom crawled between my legs and lined his cock up before driving it deep into my sloppy wet cunt.
“Yeah, fuck me, fuck me,” I squealed.
Tom began pounding my pussy, as my ass pushed back to meet every thrust.
“Yeah, fucking do me, do me,” I moaned.
The other men looked shocked, and Tom rode me like a two-dollar mule.
“Umm, umm, harder, faster, fuck me,” I whined.
I couldn’t see Tom, but he was ready to blow a gasket, his face flush and breathing heavy. I was fucking him as hard as he was fucking me, and it would all come to a head soon.
“Oh, oh, oh, fuck,” Tom cried out.
“Yeah, come in me, give me a baby,” I wailed as Tom pushed me over the edge.
I could feel Tom grunting behind me, filling my tingling cunt with sperm.
“Yeah, fuck, I’m going to cum,” I squealed loudly as pleasure raced thru my loins.
Tom pulled out of me and fell on the bed, trying to catch his breath.
“Bet you never got fucked like that before, Tom,” Ben said, laughing.
“She is fucking wild; that was fucking amazing; her fucking pussy is so tight,” Tom sighed.
“Ed, you’re next,” Ben said.
Tom rolled off the bed but lay on the floor as Ed climbed.
“On your back Bernadette,” Ed ordered.
I flipped over and spread wide, Tom’s cream pie hanging out of my cunt. Ed positioned himself, and I grabbed his stiff cock and lined him up.
“Oh, easy, it’s really tended after coming,” I warned.
It took Ed one push, and he was balls deep inside me; he slowly began to fuck me.
“Yeah, yeah, like that, fuck me like that,” I cried as I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him close.
“Her pussy feels like a silk glove,” Ed alerted the others.
My hips pumped to meet Ed’s strokes, and our bodies rocked as we fucked under the close gaze of his friends.
“Yeah, make me cum, make me cum,” I whispered to Ed.
That proved to be too much, and Ed let out a shout.
“Shit, shit, I’m coming,”
I could feel his cock jerk inside my wired pussy as his balls emptied inside me.
“Yeah, cum in me, cum in me,” I cried.
I could feel his cock withering inside me, and he pulled out, his cream pie dripping from my honey hole.
“Okay, Sid, you’re up,” Ben announced.
“Okay, get on your knees, baby. We’re going in a different direction,” Sid told me.
Again with my face and arms on the bed, I raise my ass into the air to be fucked. Sid positioned himself between my legs.
“Bernadette, spread your butt cheeks for me,” he ordered.
I reached back and spread them understanding Sid meant to fuck me in the ass. I felt his finger roll around my rosebud with a cold jelly on it.
“Yeah, Sid, fuck my ass, fuck it good I hissed as his finger delivered its lubricant around and inside my butt.
Sid pushed the head of his cock against my rosebud, and I felt resistance. He rolled it around the lube and went again, and my bunghole unfurled, and the head of his cock popped inside my tight little shitter. Ted pushed, and his cock sunk into my resistant anal cavity.
“Umm, umm, yeah fuck me, fuck me, I screamed, and my ass rocked back on Sid’s cock as it disappeared into my bowels.
“Oh, fuck is her asshole tight? I’ve never felt anything like this,” Sid moaned.
“Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, the sounds of our bodies filled the room.
“Oh, oh, oh, I moaned as I reached back to finger my clit.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh,” Sid grunted as he drove his cock into my tiny shitter, pleasureing himself.
“Oh, fuck, yeah, Sid fuck me, fuck me, I cried, knowing an enormous climax was building in my loins.
‘Oh, fuck you are a goddess,” Sid moaned.
“Oh, oh, Sid, I’m going to cum,” I cried out.
“Oh fuck me,” Sid bellowed as his cock jerked inside my ass, and he unloaded his baby batter deep inside my ass.
“Oh, fuck yeah, fuck me, fuck me, Sid,” I cried as I came, my teeth chattering as I did.
“Oh, holy fuck, was that a good fuck,” Sid exclaimed, and he pulled his cock out of my ass and slapped my very sore butt.
I just laid there, not moving, waiting for my next cock to service.
Everyone but Ben dressed and made their way out of the room, and now there were just two of us. Ben handed me a glass of champagne, and I flipped on my back and spread my legs, my well fucked pussy red and swollen, cum dripping out of my ass. Ben made himself another drink and started toward the bed.
“Ben, get your pen and bring those contracts with you,” I said, taking a drink.
“Sure, Bern, you earned this deal,” Ben said, laughing.
Ben looked through the contract as we lay on the bed. I put my drink down and moved to Bens’s waist, and began to suck his cock.
“Fuck Bernadette, you sure can suck a cock,” He moaned as he read the contract.
As I sucked his cock, I saw him writing something in the contract; he turned to the last page and signed it, throwing it on the floor.
“Okay, Bern, let’s start with cowgirl and go from there.
“Fuck yeah,” I said.
I straddled Ben and sat on his cock, and it spread me out as it slid inside my wet pussy. I began to roll my hip and fuck Ben, leaning over so he could play and suck my tits.
“Oh, oh, oh, yeah,” I moaned as I fucked Ben.
“Oh, Bernie, your pussy feels so nice and tight,” Ben sighed as I picked up the pace.
“Twist my nipples, Daddy, twist my nipples,” I begged.
Ben reached up and began to twist and pull my puffy nipples, driving me wild. I was fucking at a furious pace and felt one building inside my loins.
“Oh, oh, Ben, I’m going to cum,” I threw my head back and moaned.
I looked at Ben and knew he was already coming inside me.
“Yeah, yeah, oh fuck,” I screamed as my body shook under the weight of my orgasm.
“Oh, fuck Bern,” Bern cried out as his balls emptied into my cunt.
“Daddy, daddy, cum in me,” I moaned
I collapsed onto Ben’s chest as we recovered.
“Fuck that was good,” I sighed.
“Bernadette, you are a special lady,” he replied.
We lay there and talked as Ben gently rubbed my back, and I snuggled into his chest. Finally, I looked at my watch.
“Oh, shit, Ben, I have to go to dinner with the team,” I said, jumping up and putting my beach cover on.
I gathered the contract Ben signed and signed for my company, and then we both signed a copy for his CFO. I hugged and kissed him on the cheek, and I was off. I returned to my room and showered and cleaned my pussy and ass well. I dried my hair, did my makeup, and looked for an appropriate dress to wear for the evening. I found a shiny grey tube dress that would show off my curves. It had a zipper in front that ran down to my navel.
I slipped it on, fuck I looked hot; my hair was a little wild, which added to the look. I rubbed my sore pussy, grabbed my purse, and headed down to dinner with the rest of my company. I walked into dinner late, of course, and sat down.
“So they shot you down, didn’t they?” one of the sales reps asked, laughing.
I didn’t answer; I ordered a drink from our waitress.
“I knew you were over your head,” another said.
I silently reached into my purse, grabbed the contract, and dropped it on the table. Will, of the Reps, grabbed it quickly and announced.
“Okay, I’ll get the job done, don’t worry,”
He opened the contract and thumbed through it before his eyes widened.
“Wait, it’s signed, what the fuck,” Will fumed.
“Give it to me,” Ted told him.
I watched as a broad smile grew on Ted’s face, and he looked at Mr. Stolis.
“Jeremy, she fucking did it, Morgan signed it,” he said, hugging my shoulders.
Ted handed the contract to Mr. Stolis, who smiled broadly as he looked it over.
“Folks, we are celebrating tonight. Bernadette has hit it out of the park,” he said, raising his glass to toast the achievement.
Ted ordered champagne to celebrate the occasion, and we ordered whatever we wanted. Ted’s hand, of course, returned to my leg under the table. I thought about letting him rub my sore pussy, but stopped him before he got there. I made a note not to sit next to Ted at dinner anymore.
Ted and Mr. Stolis were beyond happy, but I could see the other sales reps’ resentment.
“To the bar folks, I’m buying tonight,” he said after dinner.
Mr.Stolis hugged me as we walked to the bar, telling me how bright my future was with the company. We took a table in the back of the bar. Everyone took a seat except Mr. Stolis and me.
“Bern, I want you to call me Jeremy from now on; no more of that mister shit, okay,” he told me.”
“Sure, I can do that, Jeremy,” I said as his hand slid down to my ass.
I was happy and let it go, but I filed it away as if he was proud of me and having a few cocktails. We were having a great time when I looked at the end of the bar and saw two men. A tall man seemed very fit and handsome, wearing a cowboy hat and boots, and the second man was even taller, black, and ripped with muscles. I looked at the man in the hat, knowing I’d seen him before, and then it hit me.
“Jeremy, Jeremy,” I said, tugging on his arm.
“What, Bern,” he replied, upset I disrupted his squeezing my butt cheeks.
“Is that guy in the hat at the end of the bar Tate Majors,” I asked excitedly.
“Oh, yeah, it is a nice call,” he replied.
Jeremy went back to squeezing my butt, and I grabbed my purse and bolted over to Tate and his friend.
“Bern, wait,” Jeremy said as I approached the men.
Tate was one of the men we had targeted to sign while we were here. I unzipped my dress a few more inches, ensuring they had enough to interest them.
“Excuse me, Mr. Majors,” I said, tapping him on his back shoulder.
Both the men looked down at me, their eyes dropping to my chest.
“Well, hello there, young lady,” Tate said, undressing me with his eyes.
“Hello. My name is Bernadette O’Callahan. I’m a sales rep for Haddon Industries. We hold a couple of contracts with your company,” I said, handing both men my business cards.
Tate looked at the other man, and the man nodded his head.
“Yep, we do,” he said, still looking at my tits.
“Bernadette, this is my CFO Rodney Gault,” Tate introduced me.
I shook both their hands, and my hands disappeared in theirs. They smiled and began asking me questions, not about business but personal: How old I was, where I went to school, am I too young for this job? I kept my cool and answered with a smile. They bought me a drink, and Tate leaned against the bar as we spoke.
Both men looked me over as we spoke. Rodney held up his hand like a stop sign. I turned around to see one of my sales reps standing behind me.
“Excuse me, man, we’re having a conversation here,” and waved him off.
“Sorry, those guys don’t want me getting the contract,” I said, embarrassed.
Tate smiled and put his hand on my shoulder in support.
I drank with the men for over an hour, and Tate looked at Rodney.
“What do you think?”
Rodney looked me up and down again, smiling.
“Yeah, why not Tate,” Rodney said.
I was waiting to get invited to their room, which I was unprepared for.
“Bernadette, I am giving seminars all day tomorrow, but we’re invited to a trade show party tomorrow night. If you want to attend with us, we can talk about some business,” Tate said, holding my card.
“Great, I’d love that; what time?” I responded.
“Uh, let’s meet here at seven-thirty; it’s in one of the ballrooms here,” Rodney replied.
I grabbed my card from Tate and wrote my number down.
“If something comes up, I’m at your disposal,” I said, putting it in his suit jacket pocket.
I turned and walked back to my group. The reps were upset that I had gone rogue and met Tate. Jeremy looked at me.
“How’d it go, Bern,” he asked.
“I have a meeting with them tomorrow night to discuss the contract,” I told the group.
Ted and Jeremy high-fived each other, celebrating, as the other reps grumbled, seeing money flying out the window. But the party continued.
