Spank my ass and conference call me...

It’s a busy Monday at work, and I’m knee deep in my taskbar when my boss announces in on my phone “Emma, could you come in here for a moment… and grab your note pad please.”

“Yes sir, I’ll be there in just a minute.” I finish up what I was doing, stuff my pencil behind my ear and head into his office with note pad ready.

He looks at me through steepled fingers and begins “Alright so I’m having an old friend and business person fly in this morning for a meeting. It is essential that we make him feel very much at home since it’s been years since I have seen him and if we can make this deal it will mean large contracts for us.”
Then he leans up in his chair and motions for me to take notes.
“He will arrive at the airport around 10:30, take a cab straight to the office and we will have the meeting. Your job is to book the hotel accommodations and restaurant reservations for dinner this evening. Reservations will be for four, around 7:00pm, please make sure we have the best table.”

I scrawl the times and agenda down on my pad. He then continues “Make certain we have proper presentation material and financials in order as soon as you can.”

“Yes sir, I’ll do that right now.” I still scribble and underline financials… I despise pulling financials. No reason for it besides the reminder that soooo many people make soooo much more money than I do. *sigh*

“And if you could call that one company to deliver a fresh lunch please…”
My boss surmises in groups of thoughts, and he always makes sure the bases are covered when conducting business. “Tee time at 3pm before dinner, that will give him plenty of time to get back to the hotel for dinner….” He hesitates and scratches his head “Yeah, I think that’s all for now.”

I smile, reminding him of that one company’s name and assuring him that all will be done and to his satisfaction. I then return to my office and release a large ball of excitement I had kept inside when he told me I could do scheduling all morning.

I love that shit seriously.
Nothing like calling a 5 star hotel, restaurant, and priority tee time at the golf course. Must be nice to be rich and famous… must be real nice.

So, I got to play a little and holy shit that was more exciting than paperwork… which came soon after as I prepared the financials and gathered the company presentations.

Two hours later I was called by the receptionists’ desk; our client had arrived so it was time to put on my game face and go out to meet my boss’s comrade. I made my way out into the lobby and immediately pinpointed the tall well dressed Italian suit wearer. Yep, that was him for sure. I shook his hand and greeted him warmly, introducing myself as “The Assistant”. He in turn introduced himself as Thomas and extended his arm to a young woman on his right. She couldn’t have been more than 23 or 24 years old. She wore a tailored business suit that fit her curves perfectly, and the lacey camisole underneath her suit jacket exposed itself a bit, giving her a very feminine touch. Her blonde hair was loosely held in a French twist atop her head; and she wore glasses similar to mine. In her arms were clutched magazines and a portfolio case which bore the initial T. “Hi, my name is Terri, I’m Thomas’s personal assistant”

We shook hands, I noticed her hands were extremely soft… her nails were manicured unlike mine which looked hurried and tired. “It’s nice to meet you Terri, I’m Emma.”
Her bright smile amplified and contrasted through her painted glossy lips as we exchanged pleasantries. She rubbed her thumb a little as the hand exchange ended; though I swore it was my imagination. I led them back to the conference room, offered them drinks, and hurried back to inform my boss.

“Sir, Thomas and his assistant are here. I made them comfortable in the conference room.”
My boss looked excited “Great great! Alright, grab your notebook for meeting notes, the lunches and join us in the conference room.” He straightens his tie and grabs the items I had prepared earlier “We’ll have a nice lunch meeting.”

Damn, I like lunch meetings. Especially the ones with assorted platters of fruits, mini sandwiches, and veggies, it’s heaven I tell ya.

Lunch was delicious, and the small talk was excellent. Thomas runs a large company in California looking to expand his business venture to other areas. My boss owns most of the area, and is more than happy to sell or lease it out with a contract in our benefit. Even more so to a good old Italian friend. I got to hear about California business and regulations (which to me is fascinating, our states are so similar now), and how the weather has been warm down there. I find myself envious to hear that, as they complained they would never see a white Christmas in California. The horror.

But my attention had grown fixated on Thomas’s beautiful assistant most of the time. I found myself thinking about what it could be like to have this meeting just her and I… and then of course I had to stifle and keep from sticking to the chair as I could feel myself beginning to moisten a bit. “Ever been to California Emma?” Thomas breaks my fixation.

“Oh yes, many times… I love the weather down there actually. I’m quite jealous.” I chuckle a bit and adjust my glasses. “I could use some warm Santa Anna winds right now.”

“Well you come down any time Emma, we’ll take good care of you.” Terri grinned and evil sort of sexy teasing grin. But then, I think it was just my imagination? I became a bit flustered at this proposal so I shifted, but the rubbing of my thighs together only made me more excited.


“Thank you Terri, I appreciate the invitation. I imagine you would be very hospitable if I did.” Okay so I was reaching there, but mostly for reaction. Sometimes it works and I’ll be god damned if I’m not gonna find out whether this hot thing digs me like I dig her.

She smirked and blushed behind her glasses “Yes, I believe I would.”

Holy Shit.

We stared across from each other almost daringly, with a glimmer of tease making it’s self more prominent as we both smiled and took note of what the other may be thinking. My nipples hardened a bit as my temperature rose from the excitement taking over my body… at the thought of tasting her.

She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and changed her look to one of confidence as she rubbed her pencil eraser across her bottom lip a bit. This is not my imagination… no way. I’ve done that same thing a hundred times and I know it’s a come on. It has to be a come on.

“Alright, so let’s begin the not-so-fun stuff, shall we?” My boss beams as he pushes his plate to the side and pulls out the presentations. I sigh and put my excitement to the wayside for the moment; barely. I attend to moving the lunch mess out of the way, then return to assist with notes for the meeting. But I’ll be dammed if I wasn’t distracted.

Aside from the peeking up from notepad exchange I was having with Terri, the meeting seemed to take forever. It now being two hours after we had eaten; we were all kinda dazed from the combination of turkey mini sandwiches and overload of legal and regulatory information; we ready for a ‘gear switch.’

I reminded the men of their 3pm tee-time, and dinner at 7pm…. Trying to entice them into leaving; perhaps even persuading Terri to allow me to show her to the hotel.

“Well, let’s just finish this up over a round then.” Thomas sighed and rubbed his forehead.

“Which round old friend?” My boss teased and laughed “The golf kind or the drink kind?... Or both maybe?”

“I say a little of both.” Thomas chuckled back and rose from his chair. Terri followed suit as she gathered her materials into her portfolio and zipped it tightly. She then stretched…. Yes, she did… it was nice (understating there).

I rose now as well and gathered the lunch mess, and heading off towards the kitchen area. Terri followed to assist me, clutching her portfolio under her arm and manning two large pitchers of water. Her suit button popped open as she juggled her load exposing more of the camisole she wore underneath and the crests of her two very pert breasts “Damnit, It always does that.” As she looks down her glasses slide a bit, she then peeks around the hallway to ensure nobody else is around to se “Oh well, I don’t have free hand to fix it right now so I hope nobody sees.” She giggles. I giggle. We do our kitchen thing and she fixes her button. “So, you’re staying at the Four Seasons, I hope that’s okay.. though I only booked one room so I’ll have to go in and fix that.”

“No problem, I need to reorganize these papers anyway so if I could use your office for just a few minutes I would really appreciate it.”

“Absolutely you can use my office; I’ll let you sit at my desk while I call the hotel.”

Terri and I make our way down the hallway to my office, I got to walk behind her for a moment and took note of the way her suit complimented her curves. Damn, she is really good looking, and normally I’m not into blondes… what the hell? I think to myself. Perhaps it’s the tanned skin, the bright smile, the great cleavage.
Then I had to call myself on the fact that I was thinking way too much like a man, and I stifled.

Once inside my office, I make her comfortable at my desk and watch her begin to sprawl her papers about and re-file them. I sit across from her and make her reservation, requesting fresh flowers in her room when she arrives. She giggles and smirks as I make the request… then she blushes. “Emma, you don’t have to do that.”

I cover the phone with my hand “Nonsense, every beautiful woman should have fresh flowers in her room. I wouldn’t have it any other way, why should you?”

She laughs, realizing that I had turned the blatant hit-on tactic into an egotistical thing instead. “Okay now that’s funny.”

Thomas and my boss appear in the doorway and announce that they are leaving for tee-time. I inform them that Terri and I would be more than happy to take his luggage to the hotel for him and check him in. They oblige and leave almost immediately, waving quickly as they shuffle out. We follow them down the hallway and into the lobby, saying our farewells as they disappear down the avenue.

We stand in the empty hallway, then Terri asks the inevitable question “So Emma, should we get some stuff done around here, or should we just check in now?”

I lean into her and say “we could just go check in, but that wouldn’t be any fun now would it?”

She giggled, and that was when I knew she felt the same way I did… horny as hell. Her fingers came up to remove her glasses, and I knew I was in for an experience of a lifetime as I leaned in to kiss her.

to be continued....