"You have fourteen minutes left Victoria. What does the bracelet do that a smart watch designed by a huge corporation with billions in R&D behind it and the best financial quarter in corporate history doesn't already do a thousand times better?"
Just because she was about to hand me her panties and get fucked to oblivion didn’t mean I would give her any special treatment in her presentation. If this was just another smart phone on a strap then we would be back talking panties again long before her fifteen minutes were up.
"It's not a watch, although of course it does tell the time as well." She cleared her throat. A beautiful throat. "It's main functions are in medicine, law enforcement and defense. The Life Defender relays status and location information back to a centralized database warning if an agent or officer is down and if so where they are and how badly they are wounded. It relays real time heart rate and blood pressure information and is capable of administering a limited amount of medications to the wearer including pain killers, blood-clotting agents or potentially clot busting. It can be customized for allergen anti-dotes--"
"I get the picture. What does it do that isn’t medical?"
"Obviously it also functions as a two way radio and has wireless connectivity to keep officers in contact via satellite communications if necessary. It has some limited weapons capabilities as well."
Okay, so it was beginning to sound kind of fun. This woman obviously had a good imagination - one that wasn't limited by convention. Maybe that would explain why she would risk her business reputation with a ridiculous sext in order to make a business presentation. I've always been a risk taker myself, so I could appreciate that.
"Tell me about the weapons."
"It can be fitted with highly effective miniature knockout darts, a small amount of non-lethal bullets--"
"Super-hero stuff."
"I think of it as law-enforcement and defense stuff. It can be programmed to respond only to a specific individual given a tiny DNA sample so it can’t be captured. It can be programmed to self-destruct in a way non-threatening to the wearer to prevent the technology being captured and replicated."
"All very comic book Victoria. How much will it sell for and why would anyone want to buy it?"
"Okay, before I get into costs, let me emphasize that it's not only about what the individual units can do, it's just as much about how they interconnect with each other as well. If an officer is separated and in trouble it will signal the next nearest wearer to come to their assistance. Let's say an officer is down and can't radio for help, the unit will automatically alert all other available units in the vicinity and let them know where to go, potentially with information as to what kind of assistance they will need to provide."
It sounded good. In fact, it sounded amazing. It sounded like something I would definitely be interested in provided the financials added up and provided I hadn’t made a complete dick of myself by offering the inventor ten grand to own her underwear.
I've been embarrassed before, never quite like this it's true, but nevertheless, it had happened and I would never let anything like that stand in the way of a lucrative investment. I owed it to my employees, I owed it to everyone in the Medici Investments family and of course I would owe it to the inventor herself not to let my stupidity get in the way of a rational business decision.
"Unit price?"
"Approximately six hundred dollars, but that price will come way down."
She had a slide show running in the background that was pretty slick. Either she had paid someone to do a very professional job or she was pretty good with graphics and design as well as coming up with new ideas.
"Okay. I've heard your pitch. Now let's get down to business."
"I'm not finished yet."
"You're out of time."
"You haven't seen the units yet."
"What were we just looking at?"
"That's a slide show. Don't you want to have a look at the real thing?"
"You have a prototype?"
"Sure. I have two. Wanna try one on?"
Okay, so she had me now. I hadn't expected a working model and I had always been a superhero fan, so of course I wanted to try on the wrist band and see what it could do.
"Is it fully functional?"
"As good as." She pulled two of the units out of her bag and handed them to me. They were sleek, beautifully finished and looked even better than they had in the slideshow.
"How much did this set cost to make? These don’t look like a couple of six hundred dollar mockups."
"Give me your wrist." She said, walking over to my desk. From nervous first time stripper she had transformed into a perfect symmetry of brains, attitude and sex all rolled up into one kickass package. If I had wanted to bone her before, it was nothing compared to how much I wanted her now.
I rolled up my sleeve and put my arm across the desk but she came around to my side instead. You could say that she 'invaded my space'.
"Turn around and stand up." The boldness of her proximity and the subtle smell of her perfume combined had taken me off guard. She leaned in towards me. This isn’t how product pitches go. Again I wondered if any of this was for real. Could she really have found someone to mock up a device with such a sophisticated appearance or was the whole thing an elaborate scam to get in through my office door and…. and do what?
"What are you afraid of?" She said, a curl forming on that sexy mouth of hers. What would those lips be like wrapped around my dick?
"I'm not afraid of anything." I stood up slowly, unsure as to exactly how erect my cock already was, but thankfully I was capable of standing upright without busting my zipper. I gave her my arm and she unbuttoned the cufflinks, then slowly rolled up the sleeve. Every touch of her delicate fingers set me on fire a little more.
And that perfume of hers…. God, it was driving me wild.
She wrapped the band around my wrist and then tightened it. I felt the slight restriction of blood flow in my arm - like having blood pressure taken. More space invasion.
"Is that too tight?" She asked. I shook my head. She walked back to her bag, leaving me standing like an idiot not knowing what to do. Then she took out the other unit and fitted it onto her own arm. She clicked a button and they buzzed into life. It was a weird sensation, prickling, invasive and under the circumstances, more than a little exciting.
"What's this thing doing to me?"
"Don’t be so paranoid." She said. "It's getting a reading from you, setting a baseline."
The thing began to alternately tighten and then loosen around my wrist. Eventually it settled itself. She looked down at her own unit and began to make adjustments. When she looked up at me again I swear her eyes were crying out at me to fuck her right then and there on the spot.
Was that it though? Was that the scam?
Either that or it was all in my imagination.
Whatever the it was, I still intended to fuck her, one way or the other and without any chance of untoward repercussions. I would see to that..
She examined her own unit closely and then looked at me again.
"Your overall health reading looks good. Blood pressure and heart rate a little on the high side."
No kidding.
She took me through some of the basic functionality, two way radio, direct wireless communication, internet connectivity, details of the health reading and so on. I was impressed. When she got to the weapons functionality I liked it even more. Maybe it's just the kid in me but being able to fire a pellet across the room with just the flick of wrist was a definite thrill. The same functionality could also be used to administer an epinephrine dose, a knock out drug, a pain killer, you name it. I was quickly getting hooked on the thing, but not quite as hooked as I was on having what was underneath that tight business skirt. Watching her move around and demonstrate her toy was turning me on more than ever. The sound of her voice was getting to me as well, not to mention that long black hair, those eyes, the subtle but impossible to ign
ore perfume and God help me, that small, perfectly round, delicious ass.
When she finally finished her demonstration I could hardly think straight any more. She looked at me with the same earnest look in her eyes that hundreds of young inventors had given me before.
"Your thoughts." She said.
I was ninety-nine percent convinced.
Now I would have to fuck a brilliant mind as well as a hot piece of ass at the same time.
I was pretty sure I could handle it.
"It has a lot of flaws and your business model sucks." I told her the truth. It looked like her heart had stopped. "But I like it. It has a lot of imagination and some slick functionality. With the right team we might just be able to make a saleable product out of it." She breathed a sigh of relief that looked and sounded better to me than hardcore porn.
This was still happening. The game was still on.
"So where do we go from here?" She had that look alright. The newbie inventor on the verge of making her first big deal. I had seen it a hundred times over but it had never given me a bone hard erection before. I walked back to my desk and sat down. Should I abandon the other reason she came here? Should I keep it professional now that we might have a saleable product to invest in between us?
"I can’t make a decision yet. I'll need to get copies of your spec and of your patent ownership. I'll need to have copies of all your paper work handed over to my legal, technical and financial departments before I can say anything. These things take time so in the meantime, don't get your hopes up too high."
She didn’t like that, but it's the reality of venture capital investment. Ten thousand I could give away in a heartbeat, but a product like hers would require millions in development dollars and I couldn’t make that decision alone.
"I thought you were the boss." She said.
"I am and if we're going to work together you should remember that."
I could tell she didn't like that either, but it wasn't up for discussion. She was trembling. I prayed she wasn't a complete crazy. More than one disappointed inventor has had to be escorted out by security. I had put myself into a crazy situation here, common sense overruled by the temptation of the cutest ass I had ever seen in my life.
She took a deep breath, swallowing some of that stubborn inventor's pride.
"You're not my boss yet." She said. Okay, so maybe that pride still had a ways to go before it went down her pretty neck. "What about the other part of the deal?" She said. "Do you still want to go through with that?"
Should I risk it? If this was a set up then it was incredibly elaborate. It would have to have been something concocted by my competitors.
"Do you?" I asked.
She didn't answer immediately. Instead she looked around with a hunted look on her face that only served to make her hotter than ever.
Damsel in distress - just dying to be rescued and fucked at the same time.
"I need the money." She said, and looked straight at me. Her brazenness, her willingness to go through with something like this, the maddening control she had over me whether she knew it or not. God, it was hard. She looked at her wrist unit and then back at me. The damn thing showed how hard my pulse was pounding and I could feel every heartbeat right down in my cock.
I nodded to her and she nodded back, obviously reading the signs.
"Are you wearing them now?" My voice didn’t sound like my own. I cleared my throat and repeated the question.
She nodded her assent. They were still on her.
"Where can I change?" She said.
"Right where you are now."
She glared at me. Of course she did. I was gambling that she was as secretly into this as much as I was - that she wanted to get naked in front of me. I've seen women driven wild before when I asked them to do that for me, but would she be one of them?
"I'm not stripping for you in case that's what you had in mind."
"I didn’t ask you to strip for me, but I do need to know they're the same ones." I swiveled slowly around in my chair and looked out the window across Manhattan.
I wanted to give her some privacy.
The view of Downtown never ceased to amaze me. What a town. Only in New York would I be sitting in my office with my back to the hottest girl next door I'd ever seen waiting for her to remove her panties, for my personal pleasure, in exchange for ten thousand dollars in cash.
Talk about the American Dream.
"You're a bigger asshole than I thought you were." She said, but her resentment didn’t faze me. She wouldn't have been there if she truly hadn't wanted to be.
"It’s up to you." I said. "I'm not holding a gun to your head. I'll still send your patent to my team whatever you do, but if you want that ten grand--"
"Fuck you. Okay. Keep your eyes shut and don’t turn around. I'm not a whore."
I nodded my head. She certainly was no working girl, high class or otherwise. I was sure of it and I needed to believe it - hookers never were my thing.
I looked down at the floor, intending to keep my promise but of course I was wearing the wrist band and she was still wearing hers. The images were confused but I could hear the fabric of her skirt slide down along her stockings behind me and what I could make out on the small screen nearly broke me.
It was a garter.
I saw a garter flash by and watched my heart rate spike on the unit in response. It showed her heart rate as well and either she was terrified or she was every bit as turned on as me. I saw the panties slide off and then ached as the business skirt was pulled back on.
At least I thought that was what I saw, I couldn't be sure exactly but I damn well knew I wanted to see more.
Her footsteps approached me from behind and my heart rate spiked again.
"You can turn around now." There was a sexy tremble in her voice.
I turned to face her. She was standing with her arms behind her back.
"Where are they?" I said.
"Where's the money?" She responded.
"Of course." I leaned over and picked up the small briefcase underneath my desk. Her legs were right in front of me. Those legs, those stockings. God help me, leading up to that garter and then right on up to that sweet, bare-naked pussy I still hadn't seen yet. That bare-naked pussy I still hadn't tasted yet. That pussy that hadn't yet had been wrapped gratefully around my aching cock.
I lifted my head and followed the contours of her perfectly filled business suit up to her face. Her hands were still behind her back and she looked defiant, triumphant. I felt confused. Who exactly was being exploited here again? I'm a capitalist. Exploitation isn’t a dirty word to me. It's something I do very well and it's something I use to make a lot of money for myself, my people and for my entrepreneurs, but somehow Victoria had left me feeling as though I was on the receiving end for a change and that I was getting royally screwed.
I was getting screwed and I liked it.
I totally fucking loved it.
"Open the briefcase." She said. I put it on the desk and popped the lid. She held my gaze and waited a moment before looking in at the neat pile of cash.
"Is that ten thousand dollars?" She sounded surprised.
I nodded. "That's Benjamin Franklin on those. You’re welcome to count it if you wish."
She shook her head. "That's okay. I trust you."
"Now what about your part of the deal. Where's my property?"
She reached her hands up under the sides of her business skirt and it took my breath away to see those garters fully revealed this time, right there in front of me, right under my nose.
"I thought you had… I thought you had already--"
"Taken them off? With you watching me through the Life Defender?"
Fuck. I could feel myself begin to redden for only the second time in as many decades. She knew how to turn me on and make me feel ashamed of myself at the same time. Only one other woman had ever been able to do that to me before.
It was exhilarating, painful, addi
ctive.
"I'm sorry." I blurted out. Stupid. What did I have to be sorry for? "It's just that you're very…"
She began sliding those divine panties down her long legs, waiting for me to finish whatever dumb thing it was I was going to say. "You're a very attractive woman Victoria. I didn’t mean to look, but the unit… it caught me by surprise."
She stood up straight again, holding the panties in her right hand. I couldn't take my eyes off them.
"Where do you want these?" She said.
"On my desk." I said, tearing my gaze away from her underwear and staring into her eyes. I wanted her to see how near unbearable this was for me. I wanted her to know that we were going to fuck.
She stretched out her arm and dangled those delicious panties right over my workspace. It would never look the same to me again. The underwear were now technically mine but I still hadn't closed my fingers around them. Now that I could see them I longed to close my fingers around them.
Without any warning she swung them back over my lap and let them hang right in front of my face, the forward little slut. I was still in shock as she dropped them down into my lap where they landed right on top of my raging hard on.
"Oops." She said. "Silly me."
I reached down and gripped them in my left hand. They were still warm. I wanted so much to press them against my lips, to my nose but I didn’t dare. Like I said, I don't have fetishes. I do not have an underwear fetish.
Don't I?
This was too weird.
But not as weird as what I did next.
Chapter Eight
My heart was pounding in my chest and I could see it flashing on his Life Defender and on mine. This was a turn on beyond belief that I could never have predicted. Was this why high class call girls did what they do - to get this kind of rush? The feeling of power was unbelievable and like nothing I had ever experienced before. The feeling of being obsessed over by this man was so powerful as to be almost frightening. Add to that the fact that I had been wearing those damn panties for nearly twenty-four hours straight and to then suddenly be without them made me feel incredibly open, exposed, defenseless.
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