The business (Open for 1 female)

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The business (Closed for sexxtoy18)

Harry is sat at his desk working out the final details of his plan. He is a private detective with a modestly successful business but his ambition is to become super rich quickly and for that he needs more than just his detective business.

Harry is 35, single and good looking. He is 1.90 with short dark hair, blue eyes and a lean athletic body. He dresses casually but well with an intelligent mix of brand name clothing and cheaper mass market.

The advertisment he's been writing is ready on his computer screen and he reads it once more:
Wanted
Attractive and sophisticated woman between 18 and 35 interested in earning a lot of money.

You must be educated, confident, and able to use your body to get what you want. In your new position you will be required to fuck men or women with passion and conviction in a variety of different locations and situations.

Interest women send their contact details to the following postcode.

"Short but to the point." thinks Harry as he presses the send button to post the advertisment

 

[sexxxtoy18]

Kim sat in the outer office waiting to be called in. She couldn't help blushing as people walked past, knowing that they must know exactly why she was here. The ad hadn't left much to the imagination, and she had been a little shocked when she read it, but once she thought about it, she knew it was perfect for her.

She had replied to the ad, and after a few questions, she had been summoned to this office for an interview.

She had always been horny, and she never seemed to get anything close to enough sex. She was a curvy blonde with a pretty face and pouty lips and DD breasts that were halfway spilling out of her blouse, barely restrained by a lacy black bra. Her skirt just reached the tops of her thighhighs, and she wore a thong and garter belt under it. To perfect the look of the slut secretary, she wore her hair up in a high ponyatil and a pair of 5" stilletos.

 

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"Ooooh!" thinks Harry as Kim enters his office. "Guess my advertisment was a bit too succinct."

"Please sit down, er may I call you Kim?"

"You're quite an eyestopper dressed like that! Perhaps I should explain the job to you."

"The job involves blackmail, so if you're not into doing something ... frankly, illegal then I suggest you leave now."

"Through my business and computer knowledge I have access to the travel arrangements of some of the world's most successful business men and politicians. I also have easy access to hotel rooms, personal computers, etc. I wont bore you with the details. We're going to get rich by filming these men fucking you and then blackmailing them."

"I will identify the men, their hotels, their schedules and your job is to get them to take you to their room and fuck you. I'm afraid these people would never take the risk of being seen with an obvious prostitute so you need to rethink how you're dressed. You will have to seduce them in a way that they will not feel threatened."

Harry walks over to a bar in the corner of his office, sits down on one of the tall aluminium bar stools and pours himself a drink.

"Imagine you've been told that I'm 35, head of an international electronics company. I was born in Europe but grew up in Liitle Rock. I'm married with two daughters. Do you think you could try and pick me up?"

 

[sexxxtoy18]

Kim blushed as he spoke. What was he expecting when his ad said nothing specific about the job except she'd be required to fuck? she wondered, but she didn't say anything. She listened to his scheme, and felt a little twinge of excitement. She knew how hard it was for men to keep it in their pants around a sexy girl, and she knew that being married usually only meant they wanted to close the deal faster.

When he finished, she stood up and walked to the bar, leaning against it and looking for the imaginary bartender. She held a finger up to signal him before she half sat on the stool beside Harry. She let her big blue eyes glance at him, and smiled. It was less a smile than a quick twitch of her lips, as she returned her attention to the imaginary bartender.

"Rum and coke, please" she said, and her eyes darted back to the real man sitting beside her. For a moment, she pressed her lips together, pushing them out in a pout, and then she looked away.

 

[pwr25]

Harry saw the blush, "Sorry, it was my fault. The ad was too short but I couldn't give the whole idea away."

As Kim sat next to him at the bar her presence is unmistakable. The brief first smile is captivating and Harry feels his body relaxing. It's one of the those "Hi, you can trust me smiles." that works.

"Rum and coke, please." she said and their eyes met as Harry turned towards the sound. He felt an instant physical attractition, reinforced by the movement of her lips.

"Hi, I'm Harry. I'm in town for a meeting. What brings an attractive lady like you to this part of the world?"

 

[sexxxtoy18]

"Hi," she said, pouring herself a drink before she turned her head to look at him. She waited a beat or two, seeming to wonder whether she wanted to be chatted up by this stranger, before she half-turned her body towards him, extending her hand loosely for him to shake or hold.

"I'm Kim," she said, her voice soft, only a little flirtatious. "Nice to meet you, Harry. I'm just in town for ... I have a job interview. Tomorrow." She flashed a shy smile. "Too nervous to sleep, you know?"

"This will help, I hope." She held up her glass, took a big sip and then winced a little, like she wasn't used to it. "Yeah, that helps." She took a much smaller sip, blushing just a little.

"So do you travel for work a lot, Harry?" she said. She kept her body turned so he could see her profile, but with her head turned to look at him. She let her eyes drift over his body, and then snap up as if she didn't want him to see her looking.

 

[pwr25]

Harry is really starting to like Kim, in fact he's almost forgotten that this is an interview and that she is a candidate to work with him. He can almost believe he's in a bar sitting next to a beautiful woman who seems natural and friendly.

He blushes ever so slightly and turns away slightly to rearrange his penis. Kim's subtle use of facial expressions and body movements are having an affect on his sex drive that's hard for him to hide.

"Kim, you're unbelievably good. If this were real there's no doubt that after a few drinks we'd be heading for my room!"

"The job's yours if you want it. The deal is simple. I pick the targets, bug the rooms, and deal with the blackmail. All you have to do is get them to their rooms and make sure we have good footage of them fucking you. Kinkier the better, but that's up to you."

"The split of the money will be completely open. You'll see how much we get paid. I'll deduct the cost of the equipment then we'll split the rest 50:50. What do you say? Are you in?"

 

[sexxxtoy18]

Kim giggled nervously as she turned to face Harry. She had never learned to fake flirtation or attraction, the only way she knew how to play it was to really feel it, and the abrupt conclusion of their "scene" took her by surprise. She shook her head to clear it and threw back the rest of the drink before she set the glass on the bar. Then she held her hand out to him.

"I think we have a deal," she said. It was by far the strangest proposition anyone had ever made, but it was sexy. It was a little dangerous, which she had to admit was exciting as well. Best of all, it was going to make her rich.

She put a card on the bar with her phone number. "I'll need you to pick up whatever expenses I have for clothes, hotel rooms, travel this first time. Obviously, you can deduct them before the split, assuming I can do the same in the future. I hope to hear from you soon."

She leaned over and kissed him gently on the cheek, and then picked up her purse and headed towards the door.

 

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"Wait, sit down. I think we can work out the details now and start right away. I've already got a list of 20 potential "clients" that I've checked out. They're wealthly, socially vulnerable, and unlikely to try to get revenge provided our demands are not outrageous and it's a one time payment."

Harry begins to laugh as he looks at how Kim is dressed. "Hadn't thought about expenses for clothes, but I ....."

He opens a desk drawer and gives her a credit card. "Take this, it's a company credit card." He then hands her a card with a code on the back, "This is the PIN for the card. Use it to get whatever you need."

"Just a small warning. Don't try to rip me off. I'm a detective and I have people who can "explain" to you what a bad idea that is."

Harry then smiles again and returns to a friendly tone,

"The client is called Thomas Mueller. He's german and a very wealthy industrialist. He's 45, married with two daughters, and an important personality in Bavarian politics."

Harry opens a filing cabinet and pulls out a sheet of paper. "Here are more details, and a picture of Mr. Mueller. He arrives today and is staying at the Downtown Four Seasons for three days."

"Do you think you hook him?"

 

[sexxxtoy18]

She stopped before she got to the door and gave him a smile as she sat down. She was surprised when he showed her the file on the German. She hadn't expected him to have a target picked out already, but she certainly didn't object. Now that she understood what he had planned, she was actually eager to get started. And after all, the sooner she did her bit, the sooner they got paid. Then she would see if this 'Harry' was on the level.

She picked up the credit card he offered her and rolled her eyes at his veiled threat.

"Why would I risk the real pay-off by jerking you off over the cost of an outfit or two?" she smiled and slipped the card into her purse. "I'll spend what I need to look the part. That's all."

A quick glance at the information he had given her was enough. She knew he would have money, and that he would be willing to spend it to cover up a scandal. All she had to do was create the scandal.

"Now you said you wanted me to get him to his room," she said. "If you're ready to go, I'll go get dressed and get to work."

 

[pwr25]

Harry uses a pass key to slip unnoticed into room 2508 on the Executive Floor of the Four Seasons. He checkes the luggage tag, "Dr. Müller, München". He then quickly and professionally installs the spy equipment, taking care not to leave traces of his presence in the room: not that it matters, he plans to wait 2 weeks before sending the demand. He will have plenty of time to remove the equipment and 2 weeks in the routine of a busy hotel will destroy all other evidence.

He takes out his computer and checks everything is working before leaving the room. Harry texts Kim, "OK, your room too, 2515, key at reception. Kim Ellis. Good luck."

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Thomas Müller walks through the hotel lobby into the bar. He's happy. The negociations are going well and he's confident his company will get the multi billion dollar contract. He sits at the bar, smiles at the barman and orders a german weissbier.

 

[sexxxtoy18]

The outfit Kim wore when she checked into the hotel that afternoon was similar to what she had worn to Harry's office, it was just a bit more conservative. A dark skirt that reached her knees and hugged the curves of her ass and thighs, with high heels, and a jacket that matched. The cream colored blouse underneath the jacket showed a bit of cleavage, but was fairly conservative. She had her hair and nails done, and touched up her make up in the cab. Overall, she looked pretty and professional.

She pulls a small overnight bag behind her as she picks up her key card at the front desk and starts towards the elevator. In the middle of the lobby, she pauses, and looks towards the entrance to the bar. She changes course, walking slower, a bit less purposefully, glancing around her as she approaches the bar as if she were nervous. She ignores Muller, a few seats away, and asks for a glass of white wine in a plaintive voice.

The bartender offers her a wine list, but she waves it off.

"I really don't care," she says, letting a hint of a southern twang enter her voice, but she points to one at random and then sighs. As the man pours her wine, she looks around the bar again, her eye catching Muller's for the first time. She flashes a sad smile and then turns her attention to the wine.

 

[pwr25]

Thomas turns slighty as the woman enters the bar and sits a few seats away from him. His regard stays on her longer than he thinks decent and he hopes she didn't notice. "Schön!" he thinks as he turns back to his drink.

"I really don't care." he hears and turns towards the source of the sound.

His eyes meet those of the woman and she flashes a sad smile at him. For whatever reason Thomas gets up and goes over towards her, he doesn't know why.

He's not in bad shape for a 45 year old businessman who travels a lot: medium height, a bit overweight and the beginnings of grey hair around his temples. He's wearing a grey Ermenegildo Zegna business suit, blue Armani shirt with matching tie and brown Ferragamo shoes.

"May I join you? I couldn't help noticing the sadness in your voice and it seems wrong to leave a beautiful young lady alone when she's sad. Why are you sad?"

 

[sexxxtoy18]

Kim looks at the man she's been assigned to seduce and smiles at him, blushing a little as he approaches her. She turns away and bites her lip, shaking her head a bit. He looks better in person than he did in the picture, and she has to restrain herself a bit. He's not a fool, but there's no real reason for him to be suspicious. As long as she acts natural, and lets things flow, the natural attraction between them will do most of the work.

"It's really nothing. Just a bad day," she says, glancing towards him. Of course, she looks away from him as she says it, her voice uncertain. A moment later, she decides to elaborate, turning to him with her eyes wide and vulnerable, confessing to an attractive, fatherly sort. "I came to town for a job interview, and ... it turned out to be ... well, not what I expected."

"I'm sorry," she says, taking a deep drink, and forcing a smile. "I don't mean to dump my problems on you. I'm Kim." She offers her hand almost shyly.

 

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"Hallo Kim, my name is Thomas." he says as he takes her hand and sits next to her.

Thomas is a shrewd negociator well versed in body language and small signs of agreement, disagreement and deception. He's struggling to understand the unspoken messages this woman is sending him. "What am I doing here," he asks himself, "why am I about to sit next to a very attractive woman? Surely not just to listen to a sad story about a job interview?"

"Oh, life is like that. Always full of surprises. I came here thinking my comany was an outsider in the bidding for a lucrative contract. Now, well .. how do you Americans say it 'Touch Wood' I think I'm about to get the contract."

Being close to her, he notices the smell of her perfume, the conservative but figure revealing lines of her clothes, and her undeniably sexy body. He's beginning to get aroused. "Oh no!" he thinks, "not that!"

Quickly trying to clear his mind of any thought of sex he blurts out,

"So, what happened in your interview?"

 

[sexxxtoy18]

She shook her head, looking down, and then biting her lip as her eye slid over to Thomas, as if drawn there. After a moment of lingering on his body, she looked up at him, blushing a little, and shrugged her shoulders.

"The job turned out to be ... not what I expected," she said. She looked away again, pursing her lips as she took a deep breath. "The guy who was interviewing me only seemed to be interested in my body. Not that I don't like to be appreciated, but it was pretty disappointing to come all this way just for that."

"Anyway," she said, shaking her head, and turning her head to look at him. She smiled, a little hesitantly. "I don't want to bring you down with all of that. Especially not when you're about to get that contract." She paused again, frowning in thought. Then she leaned close.

"You should be celebrating," she whispered. "And I shouldn't let this one interview ruin my night. So we both need to have a really, really good time, starting now."

She grinned a devilish grin at Thomas, and raised her hand to signal the bartender. "Two shot glasses and a bottle of schnapps."

 

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"Wooh," he laughs "a bottle of schnaps! You don't know what you might release! In German we have a saying that translates as 'there's a pig inside every man!'"

"Here I am, a married man with two teenage daughters, a long way from home, sitting next to an attractive and very desireable lady I could get the wrong idea."

They drink a couple of glasses of schnaps and Thomas is getting a bit drunk.

"You're incredibly sexy you know. My wife was like you before thé children we born. We used to fuck like rabbits then, every day and in some exciting places. It's not like that anymore. In fact we fuck only once or twice a week and always in bed in the morning. You know, fuck, clean your teeth and go to the office. "

"Oops, sorry. I'm getting a little drunk. "

 

[sexxxtoy18]

She didn't say much as he protested, just poured shots and watched him throw them back. He was telling her all the reasons that he shouldn't, but as he had said: a pig inside every man. He had as much as acknowledged that he would do nothing to stop what was going to happen.

"Isn't that how it should be?" she whispered, leaning close. She had been matching him shot for shot, and she was feeling a little dizzy, definitely drunk, but not sloppy yet. She gave him a warm, inviting grin. "Sex should be spontaneous and exciting, not a chore to be taken care of. I could use a good fuck myself...."

She covered her mouth, her eyes opening wide, shocked that she had said it to him. Then the idea started to take hold, and she bit her lip, thinking. Her hand rested on his thigh.

"And you deserve to celebrate," she said, nodding her head slowly, as though she was persuading herself. "She would never find out. We could just take the party up to your room and see what happened."

She turned to look at him, her eyes hot with desire now. "Don't you think you deserve this?"

 

[pwr25]

As she leaned over Thomas felt his pulse and breathing increase.

"Sex should be spontaneous and exciting, not a chore to be taken care of. I could use a good fuck myself...."

The blood is pounding in his temples and his expanding cock starts pushing out of his trousers. Thomas is already mentaly stripping her and fantasising about all the sexual taboos he might break with her.

He feels her hand on his thigh and moans, "Oooh, take it further" he half whispers.

"And you deserve to celebrate,"

"She would never find out. We could just take the party up to your room and see what happened."

"Don't you think you deserve this?"

His eyes lock onto hers, that look of hot desire that every man longs to see in a woman.

"Hell, yes. I've earned this. let's go right now!"