I felt a tingle at the memory of that weekend when we both discovered the unique pleasures of canine sex. “I will give her a call, Sir. Perhaps she will again share one of them with me.”

“I think you can count on it. I think she is fully capable of taking the dogs solo, she much prefers your company.” I smiled. The tingling increased. So nice when a slut is appreciated. “Now, the reason for wanting to talk to you …”

I pouted playfully, “Work?”

He laughed. “Yes, my dear slut, we do first work for the firm.” He laughed, again, at my playfulness and did not miss when I changed legs being crossed. I knew my nipples were already hard and I could feel the slickness between my legs.

He put both hands on the surface of the desk in mock sternness, “Do I need to fuck you, slut, so we can devote just a little time to business?” I replied with another pout but neither of us could hold the acting very long before we were laughing.

“As I told you, the Board approved the creation of your position and ‘unofficially’ approved the application of the slut aspect. Everyone is very conscious of the potential legal issues surrounding an implication of sexual harassment or, worse, assault. They are trusting us, especially me, to use the highest judgment for its use. Several members of the Board have reached out to me for a … presentation, maybe we could say regarding the Executive Accounts and how you, as a slut, might be applied. I anticipate question after the presentation and perhaps some challenge to gage our commitment.”

My nipples became harder. “Sex with the Board, Sir? The entire Board?”

“I wouldn’t rule it out. They already approved the use of sex while keeping that approval unofficial. We are technically sitting out there without the Board’s approval should anything go seriously wrong. That is not one of my worries, though.” I nodded agreement. “I am considering a semi-formal dinner at my home without spouses after the Board meeting.” I questioned him with the obvious. “No, not Deborah, either. She would go visit a friend, which she does occasionally, anyway.” He had leaned forward but again leaned back as he considered it further. “Yes, I think that best. If they might think spouses could be included in some way, it can be at another time and place. I am envisioning you providing a PowerPoint presentation of the major accounts we currently have and a review of several we have identified to pursue. I want them to see you as the responsible executive you are and to see me as your support. I want them to especially see you as much more than the slut.” I nodded and agreed.

“I will work out the timing and details through Trudy, but I am thinking of saving the end of the Board Meeting for your presentation to them, fielding any questions, and not addressing the slut part immediately. It will, of course, be increasingly in the backs of their minds.”

He hesitated and watched me. His eyes moved down to my nipples several times. I had the sense he was gaging my reaction. He expressed how he thought both the meeting and dinner with the Directors might flow. He wanted my feedback, but I had little to offer.

Although he had enjoyed me sexually and in a variety of ways, my being a slut for him had only been personal. If this happened, it would be my first time with others I barely knew. It was an inevitability and, besides, this was the Board, which made it even more significant in my mind.

“As you know, the Board is made up of six people: five men and a woman.”

I smiled. “You saw my comfort with your wife and Trudy, Sir.” He smiled. Settled.

ON THE DAY of the Board Meeting, the schedule I received indicated the actual meeting through the afternoon, then a break for them to return either home or to their hotel to refresh and dress for dinner, which would be catered at Mr. Woodburn’s home at 8:00 PM.

It had a note added to the email specifically for me: one of my business dresses with cleavage for the meeting; and, a special dress he gave me for more formal situations for the dinner. And, I should arrive early for the dinner.

The laptop was primed with my presentation. It would be shown through the in-house wi-fi to the large flat-screen monitor on the wall at the end of the room. Mr. Woodburn had buzzed for me to join the meeting and he and I stood before them in front of the large monitor as they re-took their seats after getting some refreshments while I entered and prepared the system. He introduced me and made some introductory comments, then stepped to the side allowing me full command of the presentation.

I flipped through the slides covering all the accounts I had inherited, then moved on to potential accounts Mr. Woodburn had identified. This segment of slides included information procured from multiple sources indicating susceptibility to our approach. We had already brought in a couple accounts through normal business relationships while using care in identifying accounts to target for our new approach.
Following the presentation, there was a flurry of probing questions from the Directors regarding the accounts, clients, risk, and profitability. These were all standard fare circling around the business aspects of the accounts. Mr. Woodburn stayed at the side in his chair he had pushed away from the massive conference table.

At one point when I flipped back to specifically address a client detail, I glanced at Mr. Woodburn as I turned to use the laser pointer to hi-lite several lines of data to address the question. I found his face serene as he sat comfortably back in the chair while intently watching the faces and body language of the Directors. He had an exceedingly please look on his face. Inwardly, I gave myself a smile.
Then, the meeting changed. I waited patiently to see if there might be another question but found none. One of the Directors thanked me by name and expressed his pleasure and satisfaction. Others added similar comments.