Miranda Kim
Date: 10/9/2023,
Categories:
Reluctance
Author: jxa2012
... on the verge of tears. The business trip had been a disaster: I had failed to close a single deal, and there was no way I could afford a hotel! I was on probation at work – my boss had already given me two warnings. He would fire me for this unless I ... gave him what he wanted. He made no secret about his desire to fuck me.
I was twenty-nine, a Korean American born in Chicago, with degrees in chemistry and business. I was tall for an Asian woman, five foot nine in my stockings with soft, jet-black shoulder-length hair. My eyes were quite narrow, even for a Korean, but my face was symmetric, and people said they complemented it well. I retained the athletic figure I had developed as a varsity swimmer in college. My breasts were rather small but very firm, and my waist was narrow. My ass was tight and pert enough to tempt my boss to brush it with his hand every time he passed me in the office. Overall, without being overly vain, I can say that I always turned men's heads.
The business suit I wore was in the modern style - a tight skirt that was on the short side, a diaphanous white silk blouse, and a short jacket. My Balenciaga choker was made of black pearls and featured an intricate silver pendant. My suit skirt was short enough that it rode up when I sat down to expose the tops of my black stockings. My black open-toe strappy pumps had small leather bows and heels that raised my height to almost six feet.
“My flight's been canceled too.”
I looked around quickly ...
... – it couldn't be! But it was. Jack Grierson, my former client. He was as tall, athletic, well-dressed, and good-looking as ever. He had a cocky expression, not looking at all unhappy with the situation.
“What are you doing here, Jack?”
“Like every red-blooded man here, I'm staring at your black bra through your translucent blouse.”
“How's business?” I asked, trying to ignore his eyes that were undressing me.
“Better and better.” He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his collar. “How about you?”
“Terrible! I didn't make a single sale on this trip.”
“What are you trying to sell?”
“Firewalls for industrial sites. Our systems are particularly good for continuous process industries.”
“What's special about them?”
“They have an inbuilt neural net – they continuously mutate as they respond to hacking attempts. So you don't need to keep buying upgrades every few months.”
“So why haven't you sold any?”
“Our systems are very expensive. The competition is 20% cheaper.”
“That's too bad. Let me buy you a drink and commiserate. We've both had long days and we're stuck here for the night.”
I hesitated before responding.
“I'm way behind on my quotas and my boss told me that if I don't make a sale on this trip, he's going to fire me.”
“You should never have stopped handling my account. You were just out of college, and I was giving you enough business for you to make your quota, month in, month out.”
“Yes, but the price was that you also gave me the ...