Private Interview - Sex Stories

Private Interview

There are many perks of being the Chairman of the board of a International Conglomerate, beautiful women single and divorced fawning at your feet, up and coming executives who work in the far flung empire and their wives. Two times a year I hold a convention in New York to meet these executives and their wives. The invitation only affair is held in a 5 star hotel, I reserve ten floors of rooms and suites for the executives to stay. I also have six invitations sent to women that have either impressed me or who have caught my eye at a restaurant or some other outing. Tonight is a private dinner with six beautiful women that recieved invitations. The women arrived at the hotel restaurant reserved for tonight at 7 pm for cocktails and dinner at 8 pm. The chosen few smell money, power, and publicity as my arm candy. I told them to dress up to impress. All had turned up, as required. As expected. One of the women, in particular, is a knock-out. She is 20, single, 5' 7", weighs about 110. She is a model and college student in Vietnam. Her name is Lu. She wore a form-hugging black short dress showing her long legs, with a row of pearl buttons down the front. I sat her as far from me as possible during dinner. I see she is disappointed by this. At the end of the meal, I waved her to come sit by me, smoking my cigar and drinking scotch, I offered a drink. " So your a model." I said to her. " I'd like to spend sometime with you," I said, with a smile, standing up. I sense Lu is ...

... nervous. She is the chosen one, from all the women here, by John Malone, the Chairman of the Board. I nod to my driver. He knew what to do. " Come with me, Lu," I said to her. I led her over the dance floor to a pair of impressive double doors. The doors to the private elevator to my suite. The suite's bedroom is impressive. I open the doors, I sense another twinge of hesitation as she sees the huge bed in the large room. Again, she controlls it well. My hand, in the small of her back lightly steering her in. As I turn, to close the doors behind us, satisfied Lu and me. The master bedroom is enormous, with a view over New York that is spectacular. One wall is floor to ceiling glass. The drapes are open. The bedside lights are on either side of the large king-sized bed, already turned down. Other than that it was the reflected light from the view, that bathed the room in a soft light. " Nice view?" I said to my lovely and respectful Lu. Twenty years old, a beautiful face, Soft, chocolate-colored eyes, black long hair and a hot body. The soft music quietly playing. She nods: nice view. I wonder if she can speak English, it didn't matter if she can't. I take her hand, she gives it to me cautiously, holding my fingers the way she figures she should. I led her to the view. She came, obediently. When she arrived at the window, I said, " Now we'll dance, I shall get to know you." She did speak English, at least understood it, for she turns and held out her arms. " No, no, my dear," I said, ...