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The Secretary (commanderShepard x Leahrose1111)

"Thank you, Sir." She smiled at him. "And no. There is nothing underneath." The slits in her dress reached up into her hip, showing her tiara tattoo. It was gold filigree with emeralds, delicately done and placed perfectly.
 
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His eyes lit up just a little at her response, and his eyes drifted over her form again. After a moment of hesitation, he gestured into the room at the conference table and said, "Well, let's see then. Bend over the table."
 
She did as she was told, laying herself over the table, bent at the waist. The slits in her dress opened around her legs, and there was a knee-length strip of fabric between her legs.
 
"George, what are you doing?" Mark asked with a sigh, almost in exasperation.

George lifted Delaney's dress and peered under, then flipped it up onto her back. "Just having a look, Mark."

Mark got up from the table and walked around to see for himself. Both men stood behind her with a full view. Mark reached down and pushed two fingers into her to his second knuckle.
 
Her sex oozed around his fingers as she sighed softly. Her lips were smooth and glistening, and she was bare from front to back. "Hopefully to your liking?"
 
"Very nice, Miss Andrews," George said as Mark felt her a little longer. But soon he retracted his fingers and cleaned them with a napkin.

"Maybe we should entice the clients with that, eh George?" Mark chuckled. "Speaking of, they should be here any moment. Miss Andrews, would you mind getting them and escorting them here?"
 
"Of course." She made a bold move and reached for his hand. She licked his fingers clean, sliding her tongue up and down them until she could no longer taste herself. She dried them with a napkin, smiled at him, and left the room for the guests.
 
The clients were easy to find in the foyer, one in a blue suit and one in a tan suit. They were handsome enough, blue with a strong jawline and broad shoulders, tan with a trimmed beard and more athletic build. They greeted Delaney and followed her back to the conference room.

"Gentlemen, thank you for coming in," Mark said, and he and George stood and shook their hands. "Miss Andrews here ordered us an excellent lunch, please go ahead and get started."

They approached the side table with food and picked up disposable plates, George behind them and Mark last. Mark shot Delaney a look... she had caught him off guard earlier, and it put him in a mood. He stepped up beside her nonchalantly, put his hand on her ass, and squeezed. His big hand covered most of it, lifting as he played.
 
She turned head to look at him, grinning. "Don't worry, there's plenty. I hope what I ordered is alright. " She looked across the tables at the pans of shredded BBQ meats, steakhouse style wedge salad portions, and potatoes. There were a few desserts at the end as well as iced tea.
 
"I have half a mind to use you as my plate, Miss Andrews," Mark commented as he continued fondling her ass. Blue suit finished filling his plate and took a seat, and they all stepped closer.
 
"You could, but i'd hate to see you ruin such a handsome suit. I'm happy to be your after lunch treat if you like. Besides. I spent a lot of time setting up in here. I'd hate to see my effort go to waste," she teased playfully. Her behavior was not refusing or resisting. Simply playful.
 
"You think that would make your effort wasted, rather than more appreciated?" he countered with a smirk. Tan suit left the food table and sat down. Not much longer for Mark to decide.
 
"That's depends on how you look at it," she laughed. "Please." She gestured toward the table, encouraging him to eat.
 
He held her gaze for a moment longer, debating what it would do to the meeting if he took her then and there. But maybe his earlier suggestion was right, and they should use her as a bargaining chip.

He stepped up to the table and began serving himself a plate. "What do you think of our office assistant?" he asked the clients. They gave a half hearted positive reply.

"Would you like her to serve you?" Without waiting for a reply, he gestured to her to bring them each a drink. He knew he didn't have to tell her to lay on the seduction.
 
She poured several cups of cups of ice, dainty with the noise. After filling them with iced tea, she brought one to blue suit. She ran her hand across his shoulder and she set the cup down, and made sure her dress flared open to show her legs as she made her was to tan suit. She set his drink down for him, and picked up his napkin. "Pardon, you have just a little..." she reached toward him to wipe his face, but instead leaned in and licked his lips to clean them.
 
Blue suit noticed the flare in her dress, a pleased look on his face that he tried to hide. Tan suit, however, was caught completely off guard and pulled back. "What the hell??"

"She's just friendly like that," Mark said, watching. "She can be your friend, too, if you keep the original plan we agreed upon."

Tan suit looked bewildered at first, but glanced between Mark, George, and Delaney, as if considering.
 
Delaney sat on the table next to him and crossed her legs. Her bare thigh brushed his arm, and her cleavage swelled from the neck of her dress. She licked her lips subtly.
 
Blue looked more intrigued. "So how does that work, exactly?"

Mark shrugged. "You can have her right here and now. Show them, Miss Andrews."
 
She moved next to blue suit, and turned his chair slightly. She lifted the backside strip of fabric, showing him her ass. "How would you like it?" She smirked at him.
 
"Jesus," he said, looking from her ass to her face. "Are you serious?"

Tan was about to protest, but Blue unbundled his belt and pulled his cock out right there. He was hard just from what she had done already, and the implications of what he wanted was obvious as she hovered over him.
 
She kissed his lips, and the turn her back to him. She centered herself over his lap, and lowered herself down until she felt his cock rub against her lips. She shifted her hips back and forth, rubbing it against her until it slipped in. Once the head entered, she lowered herself down until he was fully inserted. He filled her comfortably, and she moaned softly as his cock pressed against the back of her.
 
He moaned as she lowered herself onto him, leaning back and placing his hands on her hips.

"This is ridiculous," Tan said. "You expect us to conduct a meeting like this?"

Mark nodded. "I do, yes. Shall we proceed?"
 
At first she sat still in his lap, occasionally tightening around him and pulsing him. She would settle herself a little deeper on to him, and then relieve the pressure. As she did this, she took diligent notes as usual without interrupting.
 
The partners conducted the meeting normally, not as if two people were having sex right there. Tan suit was engaged, but Blue was distracted. After a few minutes, he reached around Delaney and pulled her neckline down to expose her chest, tucking the dress under her breasts. He took them in his hand and fondled her casually.
 
She looked back over her shoulder at him with a smile, grinding her hips down onto him. She was warm and wet, dripping down his balls. She continued to play slowly and discreetly, using her internal control to manipulate his cock.
 
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