“Likewise.” John replied.
“Here’s to Amy and a fun evening!” Stephen shouted loudly and they all raised their glasses with a cheer.
“Are they always this rowdy?” She chuckled and turned to ask James next to her.
Sitting this close to her he could smell her perfume, a fresh clean scent that was intoxicating in its simplicity and innocence, and its aroma went straight to his groin.
“Well, I have to say we’ve all had a very good day,” He said, smiling at her as he admired the soft delicate lines of her slender neck and slim shoulders.
It was one of James’ major strengths, to know people and what made them tick. He knew what businessmen wanted, and nine out of ten times it was three simple things: food, alcohol, and women. Delivering on all three fronts, to the men sitting opposite him, he hoped would get him his deal finalised and make him very wealthy.
However, he was more than a little concerned that she was the only woman who would be joining them tonight. What if they wanted more?
James had anticipated that the three men would have wanted him to provide some adult entertainment for them but he was sure they would be surprised that it was just the one girl.
However, food was first on the agenda and that was where the limousine was taking the group now. To an ultra-exclusive restaurant in the city with a reputation for hiring sexy waitresses. Alcohol had already been delivered, and as for the women, well James hoped Amy would satisfy that requirement although there was always a chance he might persuade a waitress or two to join them.
“So, on to the restaurant next?” John enquired with his eyes still focused on the blonde now sipping her own glass of champagne.
“Of course.” James responded before enquiring, “So, how am I doing so far?”
John grinned and poured himself another drink, still eyeing Amy lasciviously, “Pretty good so far I’d say.”
Amy sighed, still sitting alongside James, “Boys will be boys, huh?”
“You should know that better than anyone, Amy.” Stephen laughed, a lewd expression painted across his face, “Why don’t you show us why James invited you along.”
Sighing resignedly Amy rolled her eyes, casting a quick glance sideways to James in the process, clearly seeking his approval.
“Come on.” Stephen suggested a little more forcefully, “Show us why you’re here girl.”
Moving slowly and seductively, Amy handed James her glass and reached up, slipping the spaghetti straps of her dress off her shoulders and lowering the top. Gradually she eased it down to fully expose her modest, firm, breasts to the men waiting with bated breath. Her nipples were already semi-erect and standing out proudly from the dark circles of her puckered areola.
James took a second to admire the sight before noting that the black driver sitting at the front of the limo was also checking out the show through the rear-view mirror.
“Fucking gorgeous.” Stephen leered as he changed seats to sit on the other side of the girl, grabbing a tit in his right hand and crudely rubbing it in small circles.
Amy tilted her head back at his touch, biting her lower lip, and gave a small moan of pleasure.
“Ohhhhh… fuck!” She gasped softly, her nipples quickly swelling into rock-hard points, “Go gently…. They are attached to me.”
John and Arthur hadn’t moved, sitting and watching as their colleague molested the blonde, and James couldn’t help but admire her skill and showmanship at capturing the interest of all three men.
“Give me a kiss baby.” Stephen demanded cupping her face and bringing it towards him.
She willingly followed his hands and brought her lips to his. Fixated on the couple James watched as the two of them kissed deeply, Amy’s eyes closing as their tongues swirled in each other’s mouths.
For a minute or so the pair made out, Stephen still roughly mauling her tits, before they pulled apart, both slightly breathless.
“You know I’ve got something else for you to kiss sweetheart.” Stephen told her, making his two associates watching him chuckle.
“Hang on a second,” James interrupted, “perhaps John and Arthur might… err… like to….?”
Amy sighed stoically and, slipping out of Stephen’s grasp, moved across to sit between John and Arthur, her dress still pulled down and her breasts totally on show. No sooner was she seated than the other two businessmen began to fondle them, taking one each and toying with her sensitive nipples.
“Aaaahhhh… shit… shit… aaahhhhhhhh.” She groaned again, her body trembling as their hands molested her chest.
John was next to swap spit with her.
Continuing to maul her tits he pulled her face round towards his, pressing his lips to hers in a long, smouldering kiss. His tongue darting into her mouth to play against hers.
After a minute or two he relinquished her to Arthur, going back to playing with her boob and watching, along with the other two men, as the last of the three executives took his turn to kiss the blonde.
“Fuck, you’re good.” Stephen whispered to James who could only nod in stunned silence as he watched the two men continue to fondle Amy’s tits while they took turns to kiss her.
Arthur broke away from her first, sitting back and swallowing nervously, clearly worried about the lewd thoughts racing through his head, although they weren’t enough for him to release his grip on her chest.
James stared straight across at Amy, clearly checking she was ok with what was happening. She smiled back and gave an exasperated shake of her head, as if she was conceding defeat in allowing the three older men the freedom to molest her body.
Wriggling free she went and sat back beside Stephen, kissing the bald man on the cheek before snuggling in next to him on the bench seat.
“So, are we going to dinner now?” Biting her bottom lip, she looked innocently at James.
“Jesus Christ, she’s something else.” Stephen breathed, reaching for her breasts, the girl’s close proximity to him almost too much for him to bear.
“She certainly is. Our host certainly knows how to provide an evening’s entertainment.” John agreed from the opposite seat.
Stephen wasn’t listening though, instead he was busy dropping his hand on to her thigh and slipping it under the hem of her dress. Feeling the young woman’s legs through the soft fabric of her stockings he groaned lustfully.
“Yes, she is special isn’t she.” James grinned at the lawyer, responding to his comment, “And tonight she’s all yours.”
“You’re fucking right… he is good.” Arthur finally joined in and conceded to his two colleagues.
Amy had just started to squirm in her seat, Stephen’s hand working its way up above the tops of her stockings when the car came to a halt.
“We’re at the restaurant gentlemen.” Errol opened the partition and informed them.
Quickly pulling her dress up to cover her breasts Amy made herself presentable, while the men all adjusted the very obvious bulges that were tenting out the front of their trousers.
The eyes of almost every man in the restaurant followed the group as they entered and made their way through the tables to the private room where they would eat.
Even though none of the three executives was particularly interested in eating now James still needed the dinner to be a success and Amy played her part perfectly. Sitting demurely between John and Arthur she gave most of her attention to the older of the two men as a rather busty little brunette waitress came through to serve them.
“Good evening, my name is Melanie and I’ll be your server tonight.” The skimpily clad girl recited her standard greeting, “Is there anything I can get you?”
“Is this one part of the evening to?” Stephen already seemed to have had one drink to many as he slapped James on the back while leering at the waitress.
It was apparent from the looks the girl gave the group as a whole and Amy in particular that she regarded the blonde as a whore. Although the tiny black skirt and half unbuttoned white shirt she had on hardly gave her any right to judge.
Strategically it was important to James that Amy made John feel special at dinner, since he was the most powerful of the three executives. In the limo it was a different matter; she had been coached beforehand that she should do her best to motivate Stephen as he was the one who would likely get the party started.
However, James knew needed to keep things upbeat over their meal, for the other two men especially, and as Melanie went to fetch their wine and starters he got up from the table and drew her to the side.
“How would you like to earn £200 sweetheart?” He asked her once they were out of view of the others.
“Doing what?” She looked almost disdainfully across at Amy chatting and laughing with the three older men, “I ain’t a whore like her.”
“Be nice to them. Sit on their laps?” He lightly ran his hand suggestively over the side of her partially exposed breast as he spoke, “Just keep them… interested.”
She looked at him sceptically, “That’s all?”
“Yeah, that’s all. Just make sure they have a really good time.”
“Ok, I guess I can do that. They can have a feel but I ain’t doing it with any of them.” Melanie declared firmly, eyeing the ten £20 notes hungrily.
“Good girl.” James smirked and handed her the money, “Do a good job and I’ll give you another hundred.”
Sitting down he leant back and watched the three executives still drooling over Amy, clearly imagining what they were going to do to her later.
“Fuck me.” Arthur muttered a minute or so later when Melanie came back into the room.
With her shirt now unbuttoned down to her navel she had removed her bra so that most of her large breasts were visible, jiggling nicely, as she went around the table to pour the wine.
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