There was a pause, almost awkward, then, “Charles, you’re saying Miss James here is now acting as your personal slut …”

Mr. Woodburn interrupted him, “I can assure you there is nothing acting about Miss James in this relationship.” He stood and joined me to stand front and center. “Are you just pretending, Miss James? Are you playing me?”

I flushed at the directness of the discussion and the room was now totally silent, seven pairs of eyes watching me, more than a few of those eyes also scanning my body. “Sir, I would think my actions have spoken far better than any words I might provide.” Mr. Woodburn winked at me.

It was a moment and I saw all of the others smiling and commenting quietly among themselves.

The original questioner took up his question, though. “Excellent response, Miss James. Allow me to rephrase the question, Charles. You’re saying that with Miss James, AS your slut, works on our top accounts and will do whatever you direct her to secure and keep those accounts?”

“The only meaningful answer should again come from Miss James.”

I consciously took a couple steps closer to them, closing the gap before retaking a confident stance. “Yes, Sirs and Ma’am. That is exactly how this is going to work. I am sure each of you knows of people who, in their personal image of power and control, find sex so enticing they may willingly compromise on many things to enjoy it. Then add in a woman who is not only willing and eager but an executive. These people of power given the opportunity of enjoying not only a slut but an executive like themselves. Imagine some of these men and women. The offer of a slut, some whore or escort hired, might be alluring enough, but a business executive who provides the same thing?”

The woman of the group, “For the sake of argument, how does giving clients the use of a slut improve our position in their business?” It was interesting to me that the lone woman of the group looked directly into my eyes as she emphatically referred to me a slut.

This felt like as much a challenge to my person as it might to Mr. Woodburn’s idea. So, I didn’t look to Mr. Woodburn, and he remained silent, continuing to allow me full control of the Board of Directors since they had already re-focused their attention fully on me. Since the actions of the Board had changed the tenor of the meeting, I took it to yet another level. I moved slowly, exaggerating my walk, around the outside of the occupied chairs around the table lightly brushing up against the backs of the chairs. I looked each in the eyes, several already had their eyes moving from my face to my cleavage or further down to my legs.

“Competition will always exist. We know we can’t simply allow some senior executives a blowjob or fuck and expect that we can turn around and rape them financially in return. They have their own Boards and accounts. But ... at the sizes of the accounts we are targeting, to gain an extra ¼ percent or ½ percent on the interest …”

She finishes my answer, “Straight profit to the bottom-line.” I nod.
Mr. Woodburn suggested we hold any additional questions and comments until dinner.

His voice changes subtly and I turn to look at him. He is outlining a few mundane items to be discussed and agreed upon before they break, but … there is something different in his approach and I see he is intently considering the reaction of each of his Board of Directors. Then, I sensed some relaxing in his shoulders. We are still standing at the head of the table and his head turns to me with a smile and a glint in his eyes.

“My dear, Miss James. This is very unorthodox in an office setting, but perhaps it might help the Directors after that discussion to ease any remaining tension they may feel.”

I looked around the table at the people who have the power to bring down even Mr. Woodburn. All of them were watching my reaction intently with eyes discretely flitting to the other Directors. I smiled, then, “Unorthodox for the office, Sir? They don’t know what happens in your office?”

Mr. Woodburn couldn’t help but smile as my comment erased the tension from the anticipation he had initiated, but he also blushed at his secret being released even if to people he could trust with confidence the most.

“Charles”, one of the Directors chimed in with a laugh, “it would seem your slut is not submissive.”

That brought laughter from the others and an agreeing nod from Mr. Woodburn.

“Very true.” He put his arm around my waist and drew me in tight.

“Despite what her own self-evaluation was before, she is a strong businesswoman.” He turned to me and we locked eyes.“But, she is also a very eager and willing slut.” This time I blushed as all eyes focused back on me.

He stepped behind me, pulled my loose hair from my neck and kissed my neck and shoulders. “Isn’t that right, slut?” I nodded my head as I looked around the table so they each also received my response through my eyes.

I then felt the zipper of my dress being pulled down and felt the dress gap and sag around my shoulders and front as the zipper reached the bottom. Some of the Directors were leaning forward with looks of amazement while others, mostly males, were leaning back with looks of lustful anticipation.

As he kissed my neck, again, he whispered so softly even in the quiet of the room it wasn’t heard beyond us. As my dress was slipped off my shoulders to fall to my waist, I nodded my understanding. There were several gasps as my bare breasts came into view and those who might not have then did as I shimmied the dress over my hips and down my legs to lay pooled on the floor leaving me naked but for my customary thigh-high stockings and high heels.