Hello, my Horny Friends,
I've got my highly respectable businesswoman outfit on today - there's a reason for that! You see, I have a few irons in the fire for future developments. (I won't go into details here and now but watch this space for further details.) The only thing is these developments probably won't come cheap; then again, I am a firm believer in the saying you get what you pay for and without wishing to sound boastful I think my feedback shows there are quite a few gentlemen who agree with me! My aim is to be self-financing, but I thought it wouldn't do any harm to sound out what a bank might be able to offer me. I like to keep options open!
As luck would have it I was due to be in the northeast for a couple of days, so I took the opportunity to set up an appointment with a bank branch there. Anonymity could have its uses, I thought. The only appointment that really worked for both of us was at lunchtime, so we arranged to meet at my hotel. With my morning work over I grabbed a quick sandwich and got back just in time. Room service had already taken care of the mess I had left the bed in the night before, and I had a chance to freshen up a little before the knock came at my door, right on cue.
David was in his late thirties, I reckoned, but there was something about him that made me think he was in an ideal job. He was slightly taller than me, but not much, and even now showed signs of a thickening middle that suggested he could be succumbing to the lure of the business lunch. But he was clean, very well presented and smelled nice. (Gentlemen, if you can get those details right you will go a lot further with the ladies than you might think!) He had just enough Smalltalk to be courteous without waffling and a professional, methodical approach to recording my details. When he'd finished he clicked the top of his pen, tucked it into a pocket, put his fingertips together and smiled across at me.
'So, Lorna, what is it that you think we can help you with?'
I replied I had some ideas for what I coyly referred to as niche market entertainment services. I explained that I had some experience in this sphere, and outlined in broad terms what I had in mind. The smile continued as he nodded to my points and I thought things looked promising. I mentioned some figures, he nodded again. My little speech over I sat back and waited for the questions, fairly confident I had answers ready for most eventualities.
'Lorna, I'm cutting to the chase here, and please excuse me if I have jumped to the wrong conclusion, but would I be right in thinking we are talking about adult entertainment here?'
'Yes, that would form part of my plans.'
There was no sense in denying it, if he was going to reject it out of hand it would save time for both of us if that happened now.
His voice tailed off. There was silence; every second took us further away from outright rejection and towards a deal, I thought.
'And would I be right in thinking that you would be the, er, primary source of content as far as these plans are concerned?'
'Yes, in the short term. I would look to expand once things were up and running, of course, but in the initial stages it minimises outgoings if I work that way.'
Once again, he let his voice tail off. If he was thinking furiously he hid it well beneath his calm exterior. The only sign of anything going on behind that pleasant poker face was a slight whitening as his fingertips pressed together a little more tightly.
'So, in the short term at least, the financial viability of your proposal rests upon the - marketability - of your content. You. Your body. Your sexuality.'
'Since you put it that way, yes. Yes, it does.'
There was a gap of about ten seconds, then he spoke, this time with a slightly strained voice that suggested some nervousness.
'It seems to me I can't make an informed decision on the merits of your proposal without a better understanding of the assets you are bringing to the table.'
It was my turn to tail off. His smile was still there, as I silently undid my jacket, and threw it onto the chair, breathing in just a little to emphasise the swell of my breasts in the sensible white blouse. He said nothing, so I began unbuttoning it. There was a visible effect on him, especially when I sat back into the chair and let my sensible black business skirt ride high up to expose my stockings, suspenders and the puffy gusset of my sensible white business panties.
A rising inflection showed interest and sounded an awful lot like 'go on", so I did, peeling my panties off, then posing as provocatively as I could. I pushed my bottom out, then turned back over to watch his face as I opened my legs and splayed my pussy lips. I had become quite turned on by the exhibition, and as I put my elegantly manicured fingers to myself I closed my eyes, so I missed seeing his reaction as I thrust my middle finger knuckle deep into my cunt. Judging from the grunt I heard I think it hit the spot. I opened my eyes and saw him straining with what looked awfully like his conscience. I decided to help him out.
'David, I have a question for you. My proposals include an element of client interaction. Surely your decision can't really be informed if you don't have a better understanding of that aspect?'
'Ah, Lorna, the bank's ethical behaviour rules are very strict on the matter of inducements.'
'How about a kiss? Would they forbid that?'
'No, I think that it could be argued that was a natural and spontaneous gesture devoid of illicit intent.'
'Good. Get your cock out.'
He unzipped and I took him into my mouth in seconds flat. To my mind the definition of a kiss meant no hands, so I put my arms behind me and sucked him hands-free, forgiving him his eagerness as he stuck his hand down my top and played with my tits. I wasn't too surprised when almost straight away I felt him pouring his juice into my eager mouth. I waited a few seconds, then took the last drops with the tip of my tongue. I chuckled as he went back into strait-laced banker mode almost immediately.
'Well, Lorna, I am sure the bank would be willing, on my recommendation, to make facilities available to you should you need to draw on them. There would be one condition, though. In view of the specialist nature of your business and the close understanding we have developed in the course of this meeting, I think I would need to oversee matters on your account personally. Nothing onerous, just occasional contact and, er, face to face meetings. Would that be acceptable to you?'
I opened my mouth to show the large pool of semen he had just put there, licking my lips and feeling its silvery smoothness flow in response.
'I'll drink to that,' I said, and swallowed.
Love Lorna Blu xxx