Secret Weapon
I have a personal philosophy of doing whatever it takes to get the job done.
Your company needs an extra asset, a secret weapon to complete a very important deal. Your client sent three of their most powerful negotiators to work on a crucial deal between your two companies. The deal has some significant unresolved issues. Your company and their company cannot have not been able close the deal.
Possibly a more relaxed setting will lighten the mood, so your clients will agree to your deal after a few cocktails and the best steak dinner in town. You invite me to this dinner as your secret weapon. You tell me to look hot and make them drool. You promise me that you will definitely make it worth my while if I charm the pants off of them.
I meet you at the restaurant. I have on a very tight, low cut black dress. You introduce me to your clients. Each of them stutter and stammer over their words. I am placed at the table between the two of the guys from the other company and across the table from you. You notice that they are fascinated with my breasts. Both men keep looking down my sexy dress.
As the plates are being cleared, I suggest that we all go back to your office and talk this out. I point out that both companies want this deal. I suggest that you hammer it out tonight. Everyone agrees and we go back to your office.
As soon as everyone sits down, the arguing starts again. The same sticking points seem to be unresolved. I suggest a break. I take the three men into an empty office and we negotiate our own deal. I will let them fondle my big breasts if they will concede on the first point. How can they say no to such an offer?
I don’t think they are going to budge on anything else. Oh wait. I see three bulges in three pairs of pants. By taking care of those hard cocks, I am sure that this deal will be signed tonight.
You’re welcome, baby! Now take me home and pay up.
