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Closing the big deal (a woman's fantasy)
Closing the big deal (a woman's fantasy)
The bottom line was that she had been working way too much. Traveling every week, closing the big deals, but not surprisingly, she was beginning to distance herself from what matters the most–ME.
This cycle was going to end. It was time to bring her back into reality, away from all the fame and fortune, and into the world she once had of excitement, breathless orgasms, and constant body fatigue from fucking until she couldn’t cum anymore (…the way it used to be).
The plan was simple and started while she was on the road again. I text messaged her phone just before she was about to meet her clients and try to close the biggest deal of her career. This single meeting could result in a commission check of at least a million dollars for her, so I knew she would be on top of her game today.
Her phone vibrated. The information couldn’t be clearer in setting the tone:
“FOLLOW ALL INSTRUCTIONS EXACTLY. YOU WON’T BE DISAPPOINTED. GO INTO THE BATHROOM BEFORE YOU PRESENT (walk there now as you read this). REMOVE YOUR PANTIES AND THINK ABOUT ME EATING YOUR PUSSY WHEN YOU ARE IN FRONT OF THE GROUP. BTW, AS SOON AS YOU FINISH THE MEETING, THERE IS A CAR WAITING TO TAKE YOU TO MY PLACE. I MISS YOU…ME ”
I could only imagine her smiling as she walked into the bathroom. Hiking up her perfectly fitted Elie Tahari skirt and sliding off her thong.
She walked into the boardroom with extreme confidence, yet a bit of anxiety wondering what I was up to. Although disappointed that the CEO was absent from the meeting, she successfully finished the presentation as expected–with a handshake agreement–and exited through the front lobby only to find a perfectly detailed, black, super-stretch limo with a door open waiting for her.
The door closed firmly behind her. The music was playing, the Dom Perignon was open and chilling on ice, the strawberries were ripe, and a mysterious note was resting against the candle. Of course she couldn’t resist and went to open the card, but she read the note on the outside… “FIRST A DRINK TO RELAX, ONE SONG TO EASE YOUR MIND, SOME FRUIT TO REGAIN SOME ENERGY, AND THEN OPEN THIS LETTER”…she smiled and behaved.
One sweet glass of the best champagne was gone and her body was beginning to relax as she refilled her glass. She couldn’t resist looking at the note any longer and tore the cologne scented letter open.
White parchment with red ink instructions gave her the rules:
1. THIS LIMO WILL DRIVE YOU STRAIGHT TO MY PLACE. YOU WILL ARRIVE IN A LITTLE UNDER 3 HOURS AND I EXPECT YOU TO PRECISELY FOLLOW MY INSTRUCTIONS WITHOUT ANY QUESTIONS OR HESITATIONS.
2. IMMEDIATELY REMOVE ALL OF YOUR CLOTHES. WORK IS OVER AND IT’S TIME TO PLAY. EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO WEAR NOW IS IN THE BLACK BOX ON THE SEAT ACROSS FROM YOU.
3. FOLLOW THE RULES AND YOUR DREAMS WILL COME TRUE.
4. OPEN THE BOX AFTER YOUR NEXT GLASS OF CHAMPAGNE.
5. CHANGE THE MUSIC TO DISC NUMBER 2, CLOSE YOUR EYES, AND REMEMBER WHAT I TASTE LIKE WHEN YOU MAKE ME EXPLODE IN YOUR MOUTH.
She hit the #2 on the CD player and the mood shifted as her favorite song came on. She closed her eyes, sipped her drink, and slowly began to undress as if she was giving me a private dance. My demands were really starting to turn her on and she could feel herself getting wet against the leather seats. As the song faded, she finished her second glass, and grabbed the mysterious oversized box. As she removed the ribbon and slowly opened her gift, she saw another instruction note on top of the perfectly folded tissue paper.
“TONIGHT IS ABOUT US, AND EVEN THOUGH I AM VERY PROUD OF YOU, NO TALK ABOUT WORK. IF I WERE THERE RIGHT NOW, I WOULD HAVE TO TASTE YOUR PUSSY, SO YOU’RE GOING TO DO THAT FOR ME. TAKE TWO FINGERS AND GLIDE THEM DEEPLY INSIDE OF YOUR TIGHT, LITTLE LIPS. THEN TAKE THEM OUT AND LICK YOUR FINGERS UNTIL ALL OF YOUR SWEET PUSSY FLAVOR IS GONE…GOOD GIRL, NOW YOU CAN OPEN YOUR GIFTS.”
She was dripping wet at this point and starting to feel a nice buzz from her drinks. Beneath the wrapping tissue, she uncovered six perfectly wrapped and number boxes.
She opened the box labeled #1 without hesitation. Inside she found a black lace stocking and garter set with her exact XS size from Victoria’s Secret. She slid on the thigh high stockings and adjusted the garter to fit. The note inside read: “PERFECT FIT FOR A PERFECT BODY, ONTO BOX #2.”
Box #2 was quickly opened and revealed her favorite perfume–by Dolce and Gabbana. The note attached said: “REMEMBER TO SCENT ALL OF THE PLACES YOU WANT ME TO KISS, ONTO BOX #3.”
Box #3 was obviously a shoe box and this alone turned her on. She sipped her champagne with anticipation. With the top off, she was speechless (and slippery wet) as she held the black, high heeled Manolo Blahniks in her hands. They were every girls dream and they fit her like the princess she was. The note in the bottom of the box almost went un-noticed. She beamed a smile and read aloud: “IT’S TIME TO GRAB SOME FRESH AIR AND DANCE IN YOUR NEW SHOES. GRAB YOUR GLASS. OPEN THE SUNROOF. PRESS CD #3 AND DANCE WITH YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE SUNROOF.” She giggled uncontrollably as the song came on. It was her favorite R&B beat and used for many a striptease. The sunroof opened up to the crisp night air and her hair blew in the wind. She danced without a care as to who was watching her. Her nipples were perfectly hard and she was now dripping wet as she finished her third glass of Dom.
The music ended. She sat down and was looking at the three remaining boxes. Box #4 was smaller and took no time to open. Inside she found a small bottle of lube and a perfectly sized vibrating plug. The note read: “LUBE YOUR TIGHT ASS LIKE I WOULD IF I WAS THERE LICKING IT, AND THEN SLOWLY PUT THE PLUG IN JUST LIKE YOU LIKE ME TO FUCK YOUR ASS. YOU WILL NOT REMOVE THAT PLUG UNTIL I SEE YOU IN LESS THAN AN HOUR.” She couldn’t wait to see me and even though she didn’t try to, the vibrations were too much and she came as she fucked herself with the plug.
After eating another strawberry dipped in the champagne, she was almost too tired to open the last two boxes. She noticed the highway and knew that she would arrive in less than 30 minutes. Box #5 revealed a mirror like shine from a patent leather Chanel raincoat. The note read: “EVEN THOUGH I WANT THE WORLD TO SEE YOU, THIS IS MY WRAPPING AND I CAN’T WAIT TO OPEN MY PRESENT. SEE YOU SOON, AND I HOPE MY VIBRATIONS ARE DOING THE JOB!”
“If he only knew”, she thought to herself, as she was slipping on the perfect coat to complete her outfit. There she was, sipping the last of the Dom Perignon in a hot, black, patent leather, designer coat, covered with silk lace stockings, a sexy garter, a vibrating plug deep in her ass, and perfectly fitting, 5” heeled Manolo’s on her feet–she was definitely ready to see me.
Box #6 left her speechless again. The wrapping was pealed back and revealed Tiffany and Co…she shook as she removed the perfect diamond necklace and slipped it onto her neck. Uncontrollably, she came again as the vibrations from her ass raced up her neck and turned her on like she never had been before. Diamonds really are a girl’s best friend.
Before long, the car came to a slow stop. The door opened and I reached my hand inside to help her out. She gave me the deepest, wettest kiss she could, as she grabbed me tightly. Her lips tasted like champagne and pussy–I love that combination. Her body was vibrating as I lifted her from the ground. I looked at her straight in her beautiful green eyes and said:
“I JUST WANTED MY GIRL BACK. I’M SORRY THAT YOU HAVE BEEN ON THE ROAD SO MUCH, BUT YOU ARE INCREDIBLE AND I NEED YOU WITH ME…YOU GOT THE DEAL TODAY, AND WILL PERSONALLY GET A CHECK FOR $1.5 MILLION NEXT WEEK…BUT (and I paused for a moment)... I SIGNED THAT DEAL ON ONE CONDITION…she looked confused…YOU HAVE TO QUIT BY MONDAY MORNING SO THAT I WE CAN BE TOGETHER…THE CHOICE IS YOURS.”
She closed the door to the limo while telling the driver to throw out her belongings from inside the car because she wouldn’t be needing them again. She walked up the stairs with me, tightly grabbing my hand and said very sweetly. “I missed seeing your face at the meeting today. My pussy was dripping wet the entire time knowing I would see you. I have no choice but to quit my job because I will be fucking you for a lifetime!”
We went inside and didn’t take a break for the entire weekend…except for one time when she left her resignation on her boss’s voicemail. It was a tough message for her to leave…I was fucking her deeply in her ass as she tried to be professional on the phone for the last time. She came immediately when the phone hung up and has cum everyday since she closed the big deal.
(Thanks for reading...what do you think about the fantasy ladies?)
10/5/2005 4:38 pm
Isn’t the best part about a fantasy that there is even a slight possibility that you could actually make it happen? I know that I can be somewhat of a hypocritical feminist at times, but all you’ve described is a “Pretty Woman” fantasy backwards, instead of a woman bettering herself she becomes a fuck slave to a rich man. |
The only way we can participate in a story line is by relating in some small way to the content, that’s what makes it appealing. So let’s be realistic for a moment, if you are trying to appeal to the masses, what percentage of the population could actually afford to do the things you’ve described? (Stretch limo for 3 hours, a diamond necklace from Tiffany, a check for $1.5 million, etc.)
Furthermore, how can most of us relate to a woman who is 5’ 2” woman 95 lbs., the average American woman is 5’4” 152 lbs. You’ve described your fantasy woman as having a BMI that is 1.5 under the BMI for underweight individuals, why do men fantasize about unrealistic proportions in women?
Regardless of all of that, who wouldn’t want prince charming to sweep her off her feet? You’ve created a superb fantasy but in the details you turned something very erotic and alluring into a deeming proposition. My opinion is just that, mine; many women may not agree with me and far be it from me to tell you how to fantasize.
11/11/2005 2:50 pm
Maybe I am the one that is "off" because I can relate to this story on many levels. I am not saying that I've had this experience of a limo, expensive jewelry and all that. But I know that I have issues with men and my success. I've worked very hard to reach a level of success that I am at. And with that success comes the lack of being able to give the attention needed to the man in my life. |
So for a fantasy (as this is all this is)...I find it dreamy! To let someone else take control..and to know that someone could care enough to do the things to make it happen - to fix "us". Whether it was with limo and champagne or with a taxi and a bottle of wine. It's not about the possessions, it's about the meaning and the feelings behind the fantasy.
It's never about what's on the outside...I don't think I was ever 152 pds, not at 5'10. I just speak from my own experience...that's all