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I was sick. And I was tired. I was sick and tired of working for a woman who had constant PMS, was a control freak, had penis envy, was fiercely protective of her status, and was impossible to please. And here it was, another Monday morning. "We're staying late tonight," she barked, "to finish the quarterly report." The end of the quarter was four weeks away. "I had plans tonight," I protested, to no avail. "Your rating will suffer. Or maybe your job will be excessed," she threatened. "You don't want to lose your job, do you?" she asked with a sneer. She seemed to delight in tormenting me. Ugly, fat, and sour, she was truly miserable. "No, Ms. Deitz," I replied. My husband urged me to quit this job, or at least request a transfer away from this tyrant. But I wouldn't let her win. I'd fight her. I'd work around her or I'd go over her head to her boss. There was one problem: Dietz's boss was even bitchier and more competitive yet. Mary Pabst was her name; in my thoughts I referred to her as Cruella DeVille. For a boss, she wasn't bad looking. She had a nice figure under her fine dresses. She was tall, long-legged, and had a flat tummy. Standing in her heels with her hair and makeup just right, she was alluring. Until you looked at her face. Serious and angry. Men wouldn't cross her and women hated her. Her underlings quivered when she spoke to them. All business and driven, she ruled by intimidation. "We need to work harder. We've got to get this contract at all costs," Cruella thundered. Her subordinates lowered their eyes when she spoke, the men secretly admiring her legs, the women openly jealous. A financial firm in Texas had sought our advice concerning their recapitalization. They had a portfolio full of toxic mortgage-related securities and wanted advice about the disposition of these assets. Our capital management advisory services had become renowned in the consulting industry. The Texans invited representatives of our company to their offices to meet with them. A fat contract was in the offing. The managers in our department were salivating over the dollars and prestige it would bring. And the bonuses they'd get. "Our competition is on this like flies on honey. We've got to beat them. If we lose this, we could all be out of jobs," Cruella threatened. "Adams, see me in my office," she ordered upon finishing her tirade. Oh no. I'm fired. I rose and followed her to her office. She closed the door behind us. "Sit down, Stephanie." I sat, concealing my resentment of always having to follow her orders in the office. I was sick and tired of her, too. Take your lousy job, you witch. "How do you like working here, Adams?" I hate my boss and I hate you, you shrew. Given the chance, I'd bring you down and stomp you like a cockroach. "I enjoy the competitive atmosphere and the opportunity it provides me to advance my career here," I replied. "Don't bullshit me, Adams. Your boss is a jealous bitch and has hindered your career progression for too long." Her words fired out in a staccato. "Given half a reason I'd fire her ass." Please do. She leaned forward in her seat, a stern look on her face. "I want you at that meeting in Texas. You know your stuff, Adams. We've got to woo these cowboys and get that contract. You make a good impression and can convince them we're good for them." She hesitated, then sat back and exhaled. "There's a lot riding on this contract," she continued. "I need your help to persuade these yahoos, Adams. You know men and you know what this means to us." She leaned forward again, lowered her voice, and spoke very clearly. "Help me get this contract and you'll receive a substantial bonus. Maybe a promotion, too." "Will Ms. Deitz be joining us?" I innocently asked. "I'd sooner bring a skunk," she spat. "She'd screw up everything with her scowl and her arrogance. I want you. They'll notice you." I had to agree. At 5'8", slim, neat, and with some nice curves, if I say so myself, I think I still have it. "I'm honored to be selected for so important an assignment, Ms. Pabst. I'm looking forward to working with you to secure this new business for our firm," I fibbed. I doubted I could stand her for three hours on the airplane, let alone three days on a business trip. But I was happy that I had been selected over sourpuss Deitz. "Good. Be ready to leave Wednesday morning. Our flight is at 7 AM." I came away from our closed-door meeting with a new perspective on Pabst. I still hated her, but I hated her less. She had a practical side that wasn't all business after all. I know men? What did she mean by that? If I had read her correctly, she told me I had sex appeal and knew how to use it. She had essentially ordered me to charm these men through feminine guile. The quid pro quo was a bonus and a promotion. Sexual harassment? Probably, but I didn't care. As long as it worked in my favor. My husband was against me travelling on business. "No way," he had yelled. "Quit that job." "This may be an good opportunity for me," I intoned. "I'll only be gone for a few days. Then I'll be back with you. Let's give it a chance." He protested vehemently, but I was going anyway. When my boss Dietz found out she'd be skipped over to attend negotiations and that I'd be going with Pabst instead, she became nastier yet. But she wouldn't dare taunt me lest she anger Pabst. She just seethed in her rage. Good for her. We arrived in Texas and met with our prospective clients. Things are different in Texas. The men haven't heard of gender equality just yet. "Hi Darlin'," was how the president of the company greeted me when we were introduced. Good looking and confident, he was full of himself. I wanted to slap him, but Pabst was there to rein me in. "Hi!" I said. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Brown." "Call me Bill." During contract negotiations Bill and vice president Dennis Gordon were openly flirting with Pabst and me. I was appalled, but Pabst played them at their game. We were two women, they were two men; they assumed they could roll us. "We need to build capital. We have these mortgage loans on our balance sheet that we'd like to sell. We'd consider a sponsored spinoff if that's what you thought was best," Brown explained. Pabst was cagy. "We'd have to examine the assets first." "We'd spin off these mortgages as a new equity offering if we could find a counterparty that had capital to inject into the deal," Brown continued. He was expecting our input. We remained coy. "The credit markets are tight," Gordon added. "Could we find a sponsor for such a transaction?" "Perhaps. But we'd need a signed contract for our services before we could render an opinion on the value of these assets or a strategy for their sale," Pabst answered. And so it went. Move and countermove. At the end of the first day of this charade I was thoroughly disgusted. "How about dinner tonight, girls," Bill Brown asked after we were done for the day. Girls? What a chauvinist pig. I'd rather eat with a dog. "Sure," Pabst replied. "We'd love to. Sounds like fun." Pabst and I clandestinely exchanged annoyed glances. She wanted to do anything to get this contract and I wanted to fly back home. The four of us rode in the company limousine. Next to me sat Dennis, the vice president. Bill sat next to Pabst. Pabst exuded a charm I never knew she had. Smiling, jovial, and flirtatious, she was as friendly as could be. She flaunted her legs and thighs. She kept the act up through dinner while she interjected comments pertaining to business. I had to give her credit for tenacity. At the end of the meal, Pabst and I excused ourselves to use the ladies room. We were alone. "They want us to return to their office with them to review our proposal. Let's convince them to agree to our terms," she suggested in a hushed tone. "Exactly how?" I asked. "What do men like?" she asked back. "I'm a married woman!" "Your husband will like the bonus money you bring home. And he'll be proud of your promotion. He'll be beaming with pride in front of his friends and family." I had to agree with her; he would. And I wanted to finally start out-earning him. "No one will be the wiser," Cruella promised. "I also have an interest in keeping this a secret. I wouldn't want this known back in the office. And there's a special man in my life, too." We didn't return to their office. Bill had a condominium he kept, no doubt at company expense, for when he wanted to work away from home. He was able to access the files on his office computer from the computer at the condo. But it wasn't spreadsheets he wanted to use, it was bed sheets. They used the oldest trick in the book: the computer was in the bedroom. There was a king-sized bed in there. Pabst was ready for them. "Let's settle on terms," she invoked, seated on the edge of the bed. Her voice, face and body movement were unmistakable. "Let's," said Brown. He moved toward her and kissed her. Gordon, following his boss's lead, then kissed me. Yuck. Brown stripped Pabst one, two, three. She sexily shrugged her shoulders as Brown removed her bra. She stepped out of her panties like a cat, with Brown kneeling before her. I hate to admit it, but she looked good. She had nice skin. Her long legs were topped by a healthy bush. Her oversized, meaty nipples poked through her hair, which dangled around her healthy breasts. She was totally at ease being naked in front of two strange men and a female coworker. I then suffered through Gordon stripping me. Maybe it was my revulsion to this whole scene, but I don't think it was sexy at all. Pabst watched the whole time, eyeing me head to toe, focusing on my boobs and my groin. It wasn't lust; she was sizing up the competition. The dim lights concealed my embarrassment, but I was red as a beet. The men soon joined us in our nakedness. "How about you girls working together?" Brown asked. "We work individually," Pabst retorted. At least she still had some sense. The four of us stood gawking at each other in the glow of the computer monitor. Pabst decided it was time to act. She chose Bill Brown. I had Dennis Gordon. In no time at all, Brown mounted Pabst and had her in the missionary position. Her long legs were wrapped around him. I didn't care to see this but I had to admire how hard Pabst worked to secure a new client. Dennis had me lying on my tummy. He kissed my ass a few times, then entered me from behind. I didn't like it, but with the promise of a bonus and promotion I gritted my teeth and bore it. I got up on my hands and knees and looked over at Brown and Pabst. He was banging her like he meant it. The rotten bitch. How many times had I resented her orders at the office? How many times did I see the men leering at her ass? How many times did she cause me to worry for my job? How much did I hate her? Now she had the president of the company between her long legs, her big nipples in motion. I only had the vice president. He pounded me with enthusiasm, but had no style, no class. I could tell he'd have no concern for a woman's satisfaction. That was it. No more second-rate status for me. I'd take charge here. I'd get this new business and teach Cruella a thing or two at the same time. I gazed at Brown as he screwed Pabst. He returned my stare. I made a guttural snarl, my face like a tiger's. "I want to suck your cock," I growled. He pulled out of Pabst, approached me, and inserted himself in my mouth. I hated tasting Pabst but it was worth it; Brown had left her there on her back, abandoned. She was now totally alone, legs still open, a forlorn look on her face. I had both men, one inside and one in my mouth. Pabst looked like a lost puppy. She didn't know what to do; I had stolen her man. She started to rise, but I moved toward her, both men still attached to me, and moved to put her under me. She resisted, but Brown held her ankle, Gordon restrained her by pressing on her right boob, and I lifted one knee over her. Gordon centered her head below his jewels. Pabst and I were now in a 69 position, and I was still the focus of the two men's attention. Here, Cruella. I'm using my sex appeal to charm these men, just like you wanted. And I'm doing it in your face. After a while the men traded positions. Pabst squirmed to get up, but I held her steady underneath me. Brown now entered me from behind and just before he did, Pabst pulled me open, which was disgusting. Gordon put his hardness in my mouth. Brown soon pulled out of me and finished in Pabst's mouth. She took it. Gordon seemed ready to finish, too, and just before he did, I pulled him out of my mouth and gingerly pushed him into Pabst's folds and held him there to finish. I didn't want any of that; I had a husband at home. We collapsed in a heap on the king-sized bed. I was between both men; Pabst was on one side. I held both men's flaccid, wet cocks in my hands. "So we have an agreement, gentlemen," I stated, not asked, squeezing them. Oh, what a woman needs to do to succeed in business. "Yes. On all your terms," Brown proclaimed, smiling. Pabst, now following my lead, had the two men's balls in her hands. She lifted and kissed Brown's as he spoke. "Terms like these we like," agreed Gordon. Pabst turned her favors toward him. The next day during negotiations, we were quickly awarded the full contract. Brown and Gordon went further by making it a five-year contract with a growth clause, guaranteeing increased revenue for us if certain financial goals were met. On the flight back home, neither Pabst nor I discussed our negotiating technique. It was to be kept secret. We were feted as heroines when we arrived back at the office. True to her word, Pabst immediately promoted me two steps up to her level, about a 50% increase in salary for me. I was now sourpuss Dietz's boss. I made plans to make her life miserable, then fire her. I received a bonus well into five figures, again upon Dietz's recommendation. "How was your trip?" my husband had asked on my arrival home. "Boring. Just meetings," I had answered evasively. "Tell me the details of the negotiations. Of how you won such a juicy contract," he implored. I sighed and told him the truth. "Well, in our first meeting we discussed the preliminaries, but there was no action. At a subsequent meeting we agreed to entertain all reasonable offers. Pabst took the role of lead negotiator here. They stripped off some conditions that impeded progress and we acquiesced to some of their demands. They brought up some points, to which we were receptive. Thus motivated, they put forth their best effort," I explained. "Soon after, I took the lead and Pabst assumed a subordinate role. I was determined to demonstrate my bargaining skills to her where she could see them up close. Their side changed positions once, too, and Pabst actually helped them enter the second phase of negotiations. In no time at all, she received their best and final offers. As negotiations wound down, their side seemed to lose interest, so I applied some pressure to remind them of their agreement. As I did, Pabst found their soft spot and added a sweetener, giving them further impetus to concur. At our next meeting, they signed, agreeing to all our terms. We got a larger contract than we could have hoped for. As a result, I've been promoted and got a large bonus," I bragged. "I knew you could do it, Honey," he gushed, radiant with pride. |
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Very Interesting negotiations :-)
