by Dungeon Master
Landing The Contract
Phyllis Hadley walked into her partners office. “Listen Tom, it’s imperative that we land this new account with a signed contract.” Thomas Anderson, the dark haired slightly graying colleague in the ad agency, “Anderson and Hadley,” looked up from his briefings with a concerned look.
“It would indeed be a feather in our cap, Phyl, if we could somehow convince those suits at Browning.”
“Yes, and I hear those vultures at ‘Enfield’ are circling.”
Putting down his papers, the advertizing executive rose from behind his desk and paced. Phyllis’s brown eyes followed his six foot four inch frame as he pondered the situation. “Tom, I used to date someone at Browning years ago. I wonder if he’s still available?”
Tom stopped and peered at his partner with a quizzical look. “I didn’t know that…can you look him up?”
“I can try…it’s worth a shot!”
“It would be worth a Caribbean vacation for you, if you could do it Phyl. Go get that contract signed!”
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RING…RING…”Browning! This is Jim, may I help you?”
“Jim, Phyllis Hadley…How are you?”
“Well I’m better now toots!…How’ve you been?”
“Ok, are you married yet Jim?”
“Now Phyl …that’s a pretty personal question…but truthfully you know I’m not the marrying type. Why do you ask?”
“Oh nothing…but I do want to talk with you about this new jingle we’ve scripted for you.”
“Sure, I’ve some time today…Can you be here after lunch?”
“How about 2,” she suggested.
“Two would be fine…see you then.”
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At precisely 2 pm Phyllis Hadley strolled into the offices of Browning, a fast rising company who is already on the Nasdaq stock market. Oh, how she’d like to be the one who landed this account!
The receptionist greeted her warmly and invited the light brown haired lady to have a seat. Her suited tush enjoyed the leather seat for only about a minute before she spotted her old flame ambling toward her. Her wide grin gave evidence of what she saw and she was reminded why she dated him in the first place. He was a tall man with broad shoulders. His well tanned complexion and hazel eyes made her mouth water.
“Phyllis!” He beamed widely. “It’s good to see you.”
Rising quickly, she extended her hand, which he accepted. “It’s good to see you too Jim.”
“Why don’t you come on back.”
“Lead the way sir.”
After he politely had offered her a seat, visions of the hot sex they enjoyed right over the oak desk that separated them danced in her brain .
“Now Phyl, what’s on your pretty mind?” He asked, jolting her out of her reverie.
“Jim, as I was saying over the phone, I think we’ve come up with a jingle that would advertize your company in a most entertaining way.”
“Oh?…Well, you know Enfield has been here already…and we are considering their offering as well.”
“So I’ve heard,” she replied in an even tone.
“Well Jim…you know how I am… I’d do anything to get this account!”
He gazed at her and pondered. She looked back and blushed.
“You really want this badly, don’t you?”
“Yes!” she replied huskily.
“Very well…be at my place tonight…at 7:30!”
“Yes sir,”
“I’m glad to hear you’ve remembered your manners.”
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She hung there blindfolded wishing he’d get on with it! She hated this waiting! And he knew that, dammit! She thought of her partner. She hoped the lummox would appreciate her efforts to land this account.
Then she heard footsteps on the hard floor. She could only imagine what he was doing. Her arms were aching. She could feel the goose bumps….Then…………………..CRACK. The wooden paddle whacked her bottom hard. The pain penetrated her being and she threw back her head, just in time to feel a matching swat!
He knew she craved this.
Obliging his old submissive, he cracked the hard, sturdy paddle again and again against her hanging ever reddening bottom. Her hair was now completely disheveled.
“You want more, don’t you?”
She swallowed hard. “Yes sir.”
“Very well then, you also must really want this account my dear.”
“Yes Sir.”
Jim knew Phyllis well. She was an utter submissive who was loving every minute of this and he was only too happy to accommodate her.
Putting away the paddle, he took down the crop. “She was going to earn this account,” he thought to himself as he walked back over and stood behind her.
When the narrow, but firm business end of the riding crop landed on her already searing backside, she yelped, but she wanted more. He recalled their times together. She could take a lot. The crop visited her backside, breasts and thighs. By the time he was finished, her pussy was sopping wet.
The hot sex that followed had them both panting and smiling.
“Well?” She said as she laid her head on his chest.
“Stop by my office tomorrow. We’ll draw up the contract.”
On her way home, she called Tom on her cell phone. “What was that about that Caribbean trip?”