Relief?

The weight seemed to fall off my shoulders! I had no idea I was carrying it to that extent. You see, I’ve always been a ‘cup half full’ sort of person, and I knew there was a proble, I wasn’t going to let it bring me down until or unless there was something concrete to worry about. Even so…..

But now, I’m bouncing around like a spring lamb, and it’s as if someone has turned my sexual perception radar up to 11. (See Spinal Tap for details.) 

1) The Pub.

Sitting in the back office, I’m going through the figures for both bath take and our first food week, including a Weekend complete with Sunday lunches. My chef was absolutely right to wet appetites by serving mid-week food. It resulted in us being full for the whole of the Sunday lunch session. Not a spare seat in the restaurant. This place hasn’t seen business like this since, well…forever. 

The bar is doing great business too. People don’t like the same stale old products week in, week out. Variety is, indeed, the spice of life. And so, with three ‘standard beers’ and two guest real ales, we’re doing great. I need one more real ale I think. Then we’ll evaluate if I need all the standard beers.

And the new girl! Jane. 18, tall, I wouldn’t say exceptionally pretty, but she does have ‘the look’. The look of someone who is no stranger to the pleasures of masturbation, and she also has an interesting scent to her as well. The problem of a real log fire is that you can’t turn it up or down. When full….and it is full most of the time…the bar can get hot. Jane smells simply sublime, and my hyper-sensitive nose analysed her scent layer by layer. 

Honestly! I felt like Hannibal Lecter! “You use Evian skin cream….and sometimes L’aire de tante…..but not today”. I felt about as predatory as Lecter too with my new-found freedom from worry. Some deodorant, but nothing special. Soap, of course, and shampoo and conditioner, but hiding under that was girl-sweat….a substance guaranteed to have me dripping into my panties. And under that? Oh you could easily miss it. It was sooo faint, but it was there…..that unique female scent of vagina. Immediately, Miss brain went to work. Imagine peeling that work dress off her after a full shift. Imagine what she smells like just before she steps into the bath or shower! Now there would be an interesting experiment. 

It’s ok….I don’t fuck the staff…..but a girl can dream, right? I found myself wandering through my usual ‘pre-flight’ thoughts. No engagement ring. No eternity ring. A gold necklace bearing her name. Hmmm. An 18th birthday present from mum and dad perhaps? Shaved? Hmmm….no! There’s whisps of armpit hair visible under the short sleeves of the dress. I bet she’s natural down there too! Wow! Although I removed my pubic topiary permanently, I do find pubic hair in others delightful. 

So, sexually then? She’s 18….obviously from a Catholic background - most people are round here - but then, so am I, and look at me! But no….I don’t think she still has her hymen, but I get the feeling she is not a stranger to the big ‘O’. Which in turn made me wonder what her preferred method is. Clitoral? Definitely - what girl hasn’t polished the bean? Clitoral only? Hmmm no. I don’t think so. Something in me suggested that she’s ‘fingers only inside’. I couldn’t see her ramming herself with a candle or a banana. Does she have a naughty side? Do you know….I felt she does, but it doesn’t extend beyond a little stroking of her bum hole. 

And then back to reality, and the warm mess I found myself sitting in. Oh dear. Anna, you keep doing this to yourself. 

2:00pm

A meeting with an executive from a nationwide coffee chain. I know what he wants, even though he just said he wanted to introduce himself and his company since we are, to use his words ‘partners in the same trade.’ No, we’re not! Still, he booked us a room in the most expensive hotel in the city, and laid on a really gorgeous afternoon tea. 

He was, of course, tactically late - which pisses me off. We all have mobile phones, and even if something had happened, he could have texted me. I have an absolute rule. If someone is 30 minutes late I’m out of there, and unless they ended up in intensive care, they don’t get a second bite at the apple. If ever you meet me for business purposes, I advise you to keep in touch, and don’t keep me waiting. I’m not nice when people waste my time. 

Twenty minutes arrived, and my blood pressure was climbing nicely. I’d already started adding zeros to the amount I’d sell for when he walked….no…ran in. His hands were filthy and his Saville Row suit was stained. He was also drenched. “I’m so sorry! What must you think of me. Flat tyre!” No-one shits themselves up to that degree to make a point…and if he was prepared to do that as a pretence, well, it worked. 

What also worked was that he was six-feet-two of black haired, green eyed gorgeousness that would make even a dyed in the wool lesbian cream her undies. But the best part was his voice. Some people have come-to-bed eyes. He had those too, but he also had a come-to-bed voice. I swear, if he had said, “So, shall we fuck?” I’d have had him right there in the hotel lobby! But we weren’t staying in the lobby! He’d booked us a suite for our meeting. Suites have lounges. They also have bedrooms! Oh dear. 

In the suite was a large bouquet of flowers for me (smooth move!) and an afternoon tea laid out that would have fed the 5000. He cast a critical eye over it, picked up the phone and asked when it was set out for us. He got the answer 1;30. “Then I shall be needed fresh cream…cold, this time, please. Oh, and the coffee of course. I don’t drink coffee that’s more than an hour old…the oils separate and it tastes like drain water. You should know that." He also asked for some other replacement items…exactly what I’d have done in his position. 

He apologised profusely, and as we sat talking, waiting for the replacements to arrive, it felt like two dogs meeting each other, circling warily, looking for points of agreement, or disagreement, and establishing who was ‘top dog’. I began to feel it was me…either that or he was doing a superlative job in allowing me to think it was me. And yet again, I felt that warm wetness that’s oh, so familiar. 

“Well,” he said,“I won’t waste your time. We want to buy your chain out. Here’s our offer.” He passed me a beautiful compliments slip with a number on it that I had to look twice at. Then I counted how many digits there were. When I’d finally decoded it, I realised it was FOUR times what I’d have thought a really good offer would be. Oh dear! “We know you’re doing extremely well, and this offer takes that into account. We also know you haven’t finished developing your brand yet. If you’re doing the business you are now, what will it be like next year…or the year after…or the year after that? You don’t strike me as someone who rests on her laurels.” No, but I’d rest on your dick! I took a moment to be sure I hadn’t said that out loud. Smoothly and suavely he went on. “My husband bought a similar chain on the east coast for us recently - it wasn’t as good-a proposition as yours…….” Wait. Husband? Fuuuuuuuuuck! Fucketty fuck fuck arseholing bollocks! 

I realised (to my shame) that Miss Brain had made the decision to fuck this man before the afternoon was done. Serves her and me right for making assumptions. I’d worked myself up into a state for nothing. A quick body scan revealed the extent of the damage. I was soaked…and I mean soaked. Relief that Emily wasn’t going to die, Jane in the pub this morning, and now Mr. Scrumptious here….or, since he has a husband, perhaps it’s Mrs. Scrumptious. (Yes, I do know it doesn’t work like that). 

We did some serious damage to the food before he excused himself apologising again for the state of him. I was within a hair’s breadth of telling him to take his suit off and have the hotel clean it. (Hotels of this standard can clean a suit in half an hour if needed.) and while he was about it, hey, why not grab a shower…..I’ll help. But it was not to be. 

What was to be was me locking the door the moment he’d left, almost tearing my dress and panties off, leaping onto the bed and masturbating myself to unconsciousness. I squirted unashamedly and copiously and the orgasms carried as much relief as they did excitement. Oh, I so hoped there were secret cameras in this room! 

But now I have a problem. That offer is…..stunning. More than stunning. It’s staggering. But I’m not sure if I want it. Then again, I know how these chains, and this particular one works. If you don’t accept, they open a store near you and work as a loss-leader. They undercut you until you’re out of business. I have no doubt they’d do that to me in a heartbeat. On the other hand, they also take over ‘brands’, and use them as tax write-offs for the holding company. It’s likely they’d keep my stores exactly as they are now. 

Several hours later after discussions with my dad, my accountant and my lawyer, I made the decision. I will make a higher counter offer. (No harm in trying) and then there will be some contractual stuff.

1) My brand name is to continue for five years.

2) Staffing structure to remain unaltered for that period of time. 

3) Business model, including bonuses to remain unaltered. 

If they don’t go for it, then I may have to back down, but as I said, they could do it the unpleasant way, so I’m resigned to selling. Since the offer is so high though, I’m going to share a significant proportion of it with the staff. 

3. Back home with Dani

God,, but it was late when I finally got off the computer in my office. I ached everywhere (which reminds me, I must get one of those gaming chairs. Apparently you can sit in those for hours) There is a long history of spinal arthritis in my family, and I do get a lot of backache. Dani never goes to bed until we are safely tucked up. (Another way in which she goes above and beyond. She always says she has this or that to do, but we know she’s just making sure we’re ok before she turns in.) 

I walked stifle out of my den and, as expected, she was there, the eternal hot chocolate in her hand for me. I supposed at it, but it was clear I was in a lot of pain. “Here, let me help,” she led me to the lounge and helped me down onto the thick carpet. Then she unzipped my dress at the back and started to give me a very professional massage, paying close attention to every joint in my spine, and where the ribs join. It was painful as fuck at first, but it started to feel better….then very much better. Then she turned her attention to my feet. It’s amazing how good it feels just to have your feet squeezed and relaxed. You should try it. Calves came next, followed by thighs. Soon, she was massaging me from the soles of my feet right up to my panty line under my dress. Then I felt her complete the u zipping and let each side of the dress flop open, revealing me in just my undies, which, as I told you, were a hot mess from the day. 

From my neck to my feet her hands travelled the full length of me and by now, if I could purr I would have. Then her hands curled down either side of my hips, avoiding my bum cheeks, but then arching back and following my panties line between my legs. I couldn’t stop myself from opening my legs just a fraction. She did it  again…and again…and again. Her fingers just touching my panty line. Then, infinitely slowly, on one pass, I realised the very tip of her fingers were under the panty line. And she kept them there as she delved deeper between my legs until, on each pass she was pushing my labia together trapping my clit between the wet, slippery folds. 

She knew I would cum. I knew I would cum. Have you ever physically ached to have someone inside you? I did at that moment. Dani just focussed now on squeezing my labia together in a slow rhythmic, steady way, and finally, at the exact moment I sighed as the orgasm rolled over me, she sank two fingers deep inside me and let me cum on them. It wasn’t a raunchy, dirty cum at all. It was just the kind of orgasm you need after a long day. I lay there for a few moments afterwards with her fingers still inside me. Then, as I moved she withdrew them. I found I was completely pain free. I rolled over and Dani put those fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean. It was one of the most sexy things I’ve ever witnessed. I glanced down at her tummy…my meaning obvious. “Another time.” Dani’s reply was certain, and equally certain was the fact that there would be ‘another time’. 

What a day!