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That morning I had a video call with Justin, a man somewhere in his forties who handled the head of operations for a company that I had dealings with. I’d met with him initially about a month ago, and since then in a couple of group calls. I’d heard him briefly mention an ex-wife on the previous call, and he seemed friendly enough. We had some future business, but nothing lasting or in the foreseeable future after, and I thought it was the perfect opportunity.
I had immediately been struck by him. He was the magnetic type. Good looking, but it was more about his demeanor. He was intelligent, stated points clearly and decisively, as an alpha in conversations. Many of the men I deal with can be, and that added a level of challenge to this that made me so hot.
This would be our first one-on-one call together, and I devised a plan. A way to dip my toes into my new exhibitionist naughtiness. I had the meeting started, was already on the line, on mute, with my camera turned off, like the start of a play, setting up the performance I was about to give. I was wearing a v-neck red blouse that fell at the hips, and nothing else but my red lace thong underwear. The camera wouldn’t be able to tell though, not unless it tipped down and showed.
That was sort of my plan. Since I couldn’t very well come right out and start stripping or teasing him. Not without blatantly putting our business together, or maybe even my career, at risk. Who knows how people will react? And it certainly wasn’t the point of my twisted little fantasy. So, I devised a way to make it just happen. Accidentally, of course.
The sounds of someone joining the call rang out, and my heart started to race. Justin suddenly appeared on the screen, his trim hair was mostly black hair with grey, he wore a dark dress shirt and tie with an all-business expression, with his skyscraper home office view in the background.
“Hello?” He asked to the darkened end of the other screen. My box is quiet.
I clicked on my audio. “Hi, Justin! I’m here, sorry I’m not on screen yet. I was just running a little behind in getting ready this morning.” I was two hours behind him, so I thought it made some sense. “I’ll be over to my computer in just a minute. How are you doing this morning?”
I spoke a little out of breath, as if I were in the middle of something, walking around with my ear pods, even though I was sitting right in front of him seated in my office chair and watching his eyes dance around the screen, then flickers of light showing him navigating through other things as he waited.
We exchanged a few more pleasantries, I watched his eyebrows draw down, then I clicked on the camera icon and offered him my best happy-to-see-you and so-sorry-to-keep-you-waiting smile. It seemed like he was very happy to see me as well then. It was a good sign. Maybe my darker eyeliner, longer eyelashes, or plump glossy lips that morning had something to do with it. I hoped at least. I did want him to *want* to look at me, to see what I was going to flash him.
We first went through the immediate items on the agenda, made plans for a follow up to check on the progress in a couple of weeks, then I went into the recap and final points I wanted to make. Before wrapping up, I made like I had to reach up to a higher shelf to double check the notes I had taken at the last meeting. In rising up slightly up from the chair at the perfect position, my underwear, low on my curvy hips, would be just visible on the bottom of the screen. The camera was close. I was certain he could clearly see the front angle of my lacy red thong, the barest halo of my ass, and maybe even a glimpse of my bare pussy between the triangular fabric.
I’d checked out the angle in a test call to be sure. It would be obvious, but also not so obvious enough to allow it to be accidental. I could play it off to the end if needed. To offer him the “oops, I’m so embarrassed” response under somewhat believable circumstances. It was still pushing the line, of course, but it would be enough to dismiss as the unfortunate situation of simply not having completed dressed properly in time for the call. If I got away with it? Well, then I would continue the fun, maybe even push the line next time, maybe just not with him.
I’m paused, like I needed to pull the papers out from under something and was having trouble. I heard him clear his throat, a little cough. He was looking alright. It made me so wet to think he might be enjoying watching me. When I sat again, my face remained the same as it had been before rising. I looked down at the notes for a moment to gather myself and stay in the role.
“Yes, that was the right number.” I said. My fingers tapped on the paper. “Okay, that’s what we’ll proceed with then. If that’s good with you?”
When I looked up, his face looked a touch more red than it had moments before. He seemed to hesitate before responding. Perhaps he was trying to understand what had just happened.
“Is that alright?” I ask after a moment longer of his silence.
“That’s fine. Sure, let’s run with that.” He finally said. I could see his hand go from flat into a fist on top of his desk. “I appreciate your time. I’m sorry if our meeting was…too early for you, if you didn’t feel, fully prepared.”
The last part he said slowly, with a more calculated glint in his eyes. Alpha that he was. He was baiting me. He suspected, I was sure. He likely wanted to know if I had done that on purpose. Maybe he thought I wanted to fuck him now. I couldn’t deny I was attracted to him, though it wasn’t the reason.
“No, it was my own fault. I’m just a little out of it. Maybe not enough sleep last night, I don’t know. I’m sorry to have delayed you at the start.” I shrugged, held the sincerity in my eyes and played it on, as if I were simply apologizing for keeping him waiting on video.
“Right, well, I didn’t mind at all.”
I could see in that moment he also wanted to say something more. His mouth stayed parted, a little smile tugging at the corners, a slight squint in his gaze. As if to say, *Is that all? Are you sure about that?* It made me want to smile. I didn’t yet. Maybe I could do this with him again, I thought.
I flicked my eyes directly onto the camera lens for a moment, and then for good measure lifted and reached up to put the notes back on the shelf. Much faster this time, but I’m certain he saw a glimpse again. When I looked at the screen again, his eyes were still trained on the lower end of his own, where the flash of my red underwear would likely have been. He was smiling like he knew a secret.
“Great, that was everything then. We’ll plan on meeting up again in a couple of weeks as we agreed. Unless, you wanted to look over anything else until then?”
I prompted him carefully, just a little tease, and waited. I was so wet by then, I squirmed a little. My fingers were tempted to slide down between my legs right then, but I would wait until I end the call.
A quick but boisterous laugh rose up from his chest. Then, he shook his head and it was quiet for a few seconds before he spoke again.
“I look forward to next time.”
My smile widened then. “Me too.”
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**[End Meeting for All]**
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