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rattled off his name and the particular tier of the empire he had control over. These were powerful men indeed. Most of them were from out of town; several from out of the country. This meeting had been planned for months.
"Charli?" Draken prompted. "Go ahead and introduce yourself.
Oh, lord. She cringed inwardly. "Ah, I'm Charli Fontina, as you know. Well, of course you know, Mr. Almatto told you."
Good job! Real eloquent, Charli!
"Ah, I've worked for GudRelashuns.com for about three years, starting as an intern while I was still in college, and I'm an assistant to the media director, Bill Scarsborough, who also owns the company." She wrung her hands. Anxiously she peeked at them through her eyelashes, but nobody was putting out contemptuous vibes at her lack of a career. She stood up a little straighter.
"What do you do for hobbies?" somebody asked.
"I, uh, like to crochet throw rugs. And I draw a little. And you know, bake, whatever. I'm, ah, not especially interesting."
"About that," Draken drawled. "I beg to differ. Charli underestimates herself vastly. For one thing, she acts like she's pretty average, when as you can all see she's absolutely stunning. Though her wardrobing could use some assists. Been making any inroads on that, Ms. Fontina?"
Charli stared at him, wondering if her cheeks could get any redder. Because not only he, but every man in the room was now assessing her up and down, openly. Like last time, her prominent nipples got pride of place in their survey.
"Not yet. I...I need to go shopping."
He nodded. "Besides being a real darling when she's speaking to a crowd, Ms. Fontina has fantastic tits and a mouth-watering ass, and you'll see both later. As for her pussy...well...Charli, why don't you tell us all what you've had to do to prepare for this meeting."
He hadn't just said all that.
Her mouth opened and closed like a fish. So did her fists.
He laughed, then tipped his head to the side. "Okay, I'll do it. Charli's not wearing panties. She also hasn't come for—what—almost two weeks? And Charli likes to come. So she's eager to be here today and get that taken care of—she hopes. Charli, why don't you go ahead and pull off your dress. You can give it to Matthew. He'll make sure you get it back at the end of the meeting."
"But Dra—" She remembered the name thing. "Mr. Almatto. I—I can't just take off my dress, just like..."
"No, Ms. Fontina?" Draken looked surprised. "Why is that?"
Everyone could probably tell how badly she was shaking now. It was one thing to agree to perform as a sexy entertainer for his staff while on the brink of an orgasm. It was another to actually do it when crunch time came.
"S—see, if I take off the dress, you'll see—as you said, I don't have any—" She swallowed. "Okay. Right. I will. Do it. Because that's why I'm...yeah."
"You're doing great, Ms. Fontina," said a smiling voice off to the side. It was Matthew. He had vivid green eyes that were bewitching. An intriguing man, she thought. An assistant, but not exactly obsequious. Charli nodded at him.
Draken's eyes narrowed at Matthew, then returned to Charli. "Time to get down to business. Dress. Off. Now."
Charli looked at him in surprise, then hesitantly gathered the hemline of her dress in her fingers.
And swiftly pulled it up over her head.
As had happened last time, there was nothing particularly smooth or seductive about her disrobing. She struggled with it over her head, twisting a little. Despite her clumsiness, there were no derisive laughs as she half expected. The room, in fact, had gone dead silent.
She finally tore it off her head and walked hurriedly around the enormous conference table to Matthew, who accepted it with a respectful nod.
Meanwhile, every eye in the room followed every step of her little body.
And saw everything.
Saw her pretty green satin bra, pushing her large breasts out and up and creating a deep valley in between.
Saw her tiny hand-span waist.
And saw, of
"Charli?" Draken prompted. "Go ahead and introduce yourself.
Oh, lord. She cringed inwardly. "Ah, I'm Charli Fontina, as you know. Well, of course you know, Mr. Almatto told you."
Good job! Real eloquent, Charli!
"Ah, I've worked for GudRelashuns.com for about three years, starting as an intern while I was still in college, and I'm an assistant to the media director, Bill Scarsborough, who also owns the company." She wrung her hands. Anxiously she peeked at them through her eyelashes, but nobody was putting out contemptuous vibes at her lack of a career. She stood up a little straighter.
"What do you do for hobbies?" somebody asked.
"I, uh, like to crochet throw rugs. And I draw a little. And you know, bake, whatever. I'm, ah, not especially interesting."
"About that," Draken drawled. "I beg to differ. Charli underestimates herself vastly. For one thing, she acts like she's pretty average, when as you can all see she's absolutely stunning. Though her wardrobing could use some assists. Been making any inroads on that, Ms. Fontina?"
Charli stared at him, wondering if her cheeks could get any redder. Because not only he, but every man in the room was now assessing her up and down, openly. Like last time, her prominent nipples got pride of place in their survey.
"Not yet. I...I need to go shopping."
He nodded. "Besides being a real darling when she's speaking to a crowd, Ms. Fontina has fantastic tits and a mouth-watering ass, and you'll see both later. As for her pussy...well...Charli, why don't you tell us all what you've had to do to prepare for this meeting."
He hadn't just said all that.
Her mouth opened and closed like a fish. So did her fists.
He laughed, then tipped his head to the side. "Okay, I'll do it. Charli's not wearing panties. She also hasn't come for—what—almost two weeks? And Charli likes to come. So she's eager to be here today and get that taken care of—she hopes. Charli, why don't you go ahead and pull off your dress. You can give it to Matthew. He'll make sure you get it back at the end of the meeting."
"But Dra—" She remembered the name thing. "Mr. Almatto. I—I can't just take off my dress, just like..."
"No, Ms. Fontina?" Draken looked surprised. "Why is that?"
Everyone could probably tell how badly she was shaking now. It was one thing to agree to perform as a sexy entertainer for his staff while on the brink of an orgasm. It was another to actually do it when crunch time came.
"S—see, if I take off the dress, you'll see—as you said, I don't have any—" She swallowed. "Okay. Right. I will. Do it. Because that's why I'm...yeah."
"You're doing great, Ms. Fontina," said a smiling voice off to the side. It was Matthew. He had vivid green eyes that were bewitching. An intriguing man, she thought. An assistant, but not exactly obsequious. Charli nodded at him.
Draken's eyes narrowed at Matthew, then returned to Charli. "Time to get down to business. Dress. Off. Now."
Charli looked at him in surprise, then hesitantly gathered the hemline of her dress in her fingers.
And swiftly pulled it up over her head.
As had happened last time, there was nothing particularly smooth or seductive about her disrobing. She struggled with it over her head, twisting a little. Despite her clumsiness, there were no derisive laughs as she half expected. The room, in fact, had gone dead silent.
She finally tore it off her head and walked hurriedly around the enormous conference table to Matthew, who accepted it with a respectful nod.
Meanwhile, every eye in the room followed every step of her little body.
And saw everything.
Saw her pretty green satin bra, pushing her large breasts out and up and creating a deep valley in between.
Saw her tiny hand-span waist.
And saw, of
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