On Saturday I was called into our Dallas office. We had a huge new client in town from Brazil. I wasn’t running point on this pitch, but I was asked to be there because I was in town. As one of the few women in the company, I knew a lot of times this request was due to appearing “diverse”.
I was wearing a sparkly black dress that was a bit on the shorter side, but still professional looking. I hadn’t had time to do laundry while being on the road so much, so I was getting down to the last choices in options.
We filed into the conference room to get set up. There was a small platform in the back with a few extra chairs. Since it wasn’t my pitch I took a seat up on the platform, enjoying the feeling of being over the table. A few minutes later the clients filed in. There was the usual handshaking and we all took our seats.
The head of the Brazilian company sat at the head of table, opposite of me on my raised platform. His skin was jet black and he was dressed in an incredibly expensive suit. He left it unbuttoned so his stomach could hang out. He had a thick mustache and was very tall. Let’s call him Mr. B.
The pitch started and I zoned out.
At a certain point, I felt like I was being watched. I looked and noticed Mr. B was looking at me. More specifically, he was looking at my thighs.
It clicked. Because of my elevation on the little platform, he had a straight view at my closed legs.
This is how I knew I was getting in too deep. I didn’t even hesitate.
I should mention that due to a dare from a Redditor I didn’t generally didn’t wear underwear to work anymore. Today was no different.
I slowly opened my legs, centimeter by centimeter. I kept my eyes on my phone, like I was texting. I opened the camera and I could then see him watching me. His eyes widened.
As my legs spread, I could then feel the wetness between my legs as my pussy also started to spread. I knew he had a straight view at my pussy.
Someone asked him a question and he had to snap back to reality to answer it. Then his eyes drifted back to me.
We locked eyes. I smiled and then looked back at my phone.
I stayed like that the entire meeting.
When it ended, Mr. B stood up to make his decision. I put my phone down.
“I love the idea, it’s a good look for our company. But…” he looked around the room. “A good look for our company is also working with a woman on a project like this. I think this will speak to the female gender. Do you have a female representative that could represent this idea?”
Every eye in the room turned towards me.
“Of course.” My boss said, also standing up. He said my name. “She’s the head of a branch, but if this is something she feels important then I think we could make that work. You’re an important client, we want to make sure you’re happy.”
Mr. B locked his eyes on me. I could feel my face burning at the attention. “What do you say, Miss? Is this a project you feel…passionate…about?” He asked.
I tried to find my voice. “Yes, I think we could work very well together.”
I tried to ignore my coworker glaring at me, who’s pitch was the one given. He just lost the commission on this completely.
“Could I have the room to speak with my new representative?” Mr. B asked.
I noticed he used the word “my” instead of “our”.
“Of course!” My boss said. “We look forward to representing you.”
Everyone filed out of the room until it was just me and B.
The door closed.
Well, you certainly had the most interesting pitch.” Mr. B said. “I’m a straightforward man, so let me be frank. The last company wasn’t very good at meeting my needs. Are you going to meet my needs?”
“Yes, of course.” I responded.
“This is a professional relationship, I expect you to refer to me professionally.” Mr. B said.
I took a breath.
“Yes…Sir.” I said.
“I see you’re wearing a wedding ring.” He noted.
“I am.” I responded.
“Prove to me that you will meet my needs. Right now.” He said.
I looked at the closed door nervously. What the hell was I supposed to do?
My hands, shaking, went to my dress. I grabbed the bottom of my dress and slowly lifted it up my thighs.
My brain was racing. What the actual fuck was I doing? This was unacceptable and beyond comprehension. I needed to stop. I could still back out. I could retain my dignity. But my thoughts kept going back to the comments and the degrading I has been receiving from Reddit and how much I loved it.
I didn’t stop pulling my dress off until it was over my head.
I placed it on the table and stood in front of Mr. B in just my heels. He slowly stood up and walked up to me. He looked my body up and down.
“You’ll do just fine. Put your hands on the table.”
I turned and put my hands on the conference table. He walked behind me. His foot tapped my feet wider, then he gently pushed down on my back until my chest was on the table. The wood was cold.
I felt so exposed.
His finger slipped into my pussy.
“Oh my. You have a tiny little cunt.”
KNOCK KNOCK.
I think my heart stopped. The door opened a crack.
“Sir, we had the car pulled up front.”
“Good, I’ll be down shortly.”
The door closed.
“Don’t move.” He said. His finger retreated from inside me.
I heard him take a photo.
“Turn around.” He ordered.
I slowly turned around and looked at his smiling face. He held up his camera and took another photo. All of me exposed. Then he slipped his phone into his pocket.
“We’ll fly you down to our headquarters to talk further. Is that understood?” He asked.
“Yes sir.” I responded.
He stepped close to me, grabbed the back of my head and kissed me deeply. His cologne washed over me. He pushed me against the table, lifting my ass up onto the wood. He kept kissing me and I responded.
Then he pulled away.
“Get dressed.” He said.
I took a moment to compose myself, then quickly pulled my dress on while he watched.
Then without another word he stepped out of the office and left. I waited another moment before stepping out of the office. My head was spinning the rest of the day.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/z8j3lr/f_i_got_naked_at_work_to_win_over_a_new_clientand
Mmmmm hot af, damn