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Henderson sat alone in his office reading the Wall Street Journal, when the door opened. Candi poked her head in tentatively.
"Mr. Henderson?" "Come on in, Doll. What is it?" Candi entered the office and closed the door but didn't say anything for a moment. She stood biting her bottom lip in an obvious effort to suppress a smile. Henderson waited, puzzled. Suddenly, she dashed across the office. "Oh, Mr. Henderson!" she cried happily. She ran around the desk, threw herself onto his lap, and, flinging her arms around his neck, planted a long kiss on his startled lips. Just as abruptly, she pulled away, words spilling from her. "The roses just came, Mr. Henderson," she said excitedly. "They're beautiful! And they smell so sweet. I love them!" She tightened her grip around his neck. "Oh, I could just..." And again she kissed him. "Okay, okay," he said, laughing. "I'm glad you like them." His smile seemed almost bashful. Then he shrugged. "It really just seemed like the least I could do." Now Candi looked puzzled. "The least you could do for what, sir? I haven't finished any special projects lately." "Well," he snorted. "You survived a lunch date with my wife, for one thing." "Oh, that," she said dismissively. "It wasn't really all that bad. In fact--" Again she bit her lip, "I guess I sort of enjoyed it a little." Henderson looked at her askance, his eyes narrowed in disbelief. Then he chuckled. "Doll, you never cease to amaze me." She smiled brightly at him and was just about to say something else, when her eyes widened. She began to wiggle on his lap as she felt his erection pressing insistently against her thigh. "I think something could use a little attention right now," she said in a sing-song voice. She slid off his lap and knelt at his feet. Grinning slyly, she began to unzip his trousers. Henderson said nothing. Candi giggled when his cock sprang from his pants. "I just love it when it comes out to play like that." Henderson leaned back and closed his eyes as Candi caressed and stroked him. He sighed deeply as she began to lick the length of his shaft, but his mind still seemed to be on work. "Did you pick up my ticket for the Cleveland trip next week?" he asked. She nodded, first to answer his question and then to take his cock into her mouth. "Oh yes. That's good," he whispered. Peering up at him, she held up two fingers. Her lips, still stretched around his cock, somehow formed a smile. "Two tickets?" he asked. "But I told you Pete couldn't go with me this time." "Mmm hmm," she murmured in agreement. Then with obvious reluctance, she pulled her lips away, continuing to stroke him with her hand. "I knew Mr. Lynch couldn't make it, sir. But I thought maybe I could go with you instead." Henderson looked doubtful. "But, Candi, I don't--" He sucked his breath as Candi resumed sucking him. "I don't need a secretary for this trip. I'm just going to be looking at-- Oh that feels nice. Looking at their books." Again Candi lifted her mouth away from him. "But I can still help out, sir. Don't you remember I have an accounting degree?" "You do?" "It was on my resume, Mr. Henderson." "Oh." He frowned. "Well, I never actually read your resume." "You didn't?!" Henderson placed his hands on Candi's head and began to guide her mouth back toward his waiting cock. "Doll, when you came in here for the interview, crossed those gorgeous legs, and smiled at me... That was all the resume I needed to see." As he spoke, she shook her head free from his grasp. "Mr. Henderson! You're terrible!" "Yes, yes, I know I am. Now, come on, Doll. Finish what you started." "What about your trousers?" she asked sarcastically. "I've got a change of clothes today." Candi stared hungrily at his upright cock. She licked her lips. But she still held herself back. "What about the trip?" she asked with a pout. "Come on, Candi. Quit fooling around, or I'll--" Suddenly Henderson sat upright. "Wait a minute," he said half to himself. "Yes, of course. Candi, you might be useful on this trip after all. With or without that accounting degree." "Oh, thank you Mr. Henderson. You won't be sorry." Leaning forward again, she happily finished what she was doing. It was a good thing Henderson had that change of clothes. Later that day, Candi's intercom buzzed. "Yes, Mr. Henderson?" "Candi, I was just thinking. You're still coming with me to Cleveland, but we'll only need one ticket." "I don't understand, sir." "Just trust me on this." The Business Trip Two days later, Henderson stood in the railway station, watching over two small pieces of luggage. He looked at his watch, then at the platform and the waiting train, then all around the crowded station. At last he saw Candi's light blonde hair bobbing among the crowd, heading his way. "What took you so long? They're ready to board." "Sorry, sir. The ladies room was really packed." "And you've got yourself, uh, prepared, right?" "Yes, sir. Just like you said. It feels kind of funny, though." "You'll get used to it soon enough. Let's get going now." Candi picked up the two bags and followed him out to the platform and onto the train. Twenty minutes later, the conductor approached Henderson and Candi. "Tom, how are you?" "I'm just fine, Hank," replied Henderson, handing him his ticket. "Is this the young lady you were telling me about?" "She is." The men exchanged winks. "May I see your ticket, young lady," asked Hank. Candi looked to Henderson. "You said I wouldn't need a ticket." Henderson nodded knowingly. "Candi, dear. Hank is using 'ticket' as a euphemism. He wants to see your, you know, 'ticket' like I told you." "Oh, I see. I didn't know you meant it would be right out here in our seats." Candi smiled up at the conductor, who flashed a quick, nervous smile in return. Then, slowly, she began to pull her skirt up. Inch by inch, the dark navy material slid by revealing more of her thighs. She kept her eyes fixed on the conductor. His face, already ruddy from years of too much alcohol, had turned beet red. The veins in his nose became even more prominent. His eyes didn't seem to blink as he stared at her legs. She wasn't sure if he was still breathing, but her own breaths were becoming deeper, punctuated by the tremolo of her growing excitement. The tops of her stockings soon came into view, then the straps of her garter belt. Finally, just as the hem of the skirt approached the junction of her legs, she paused. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply. Her incense seemed so strong, she wondered if the entire car was aware of her arousal. She opened her eyes again, and licked her lips. At last, Hank exhaled, and, taking that as her cue, she continued to pull the skirt up until her pussy lay revealed to the conductor or anyone else who happened to walk by. Leaving the skirt hiked up, she opened her purse and removed the panties she'd removed in the ladies room back at the station. She giggled as she held them up for Hank to see. Hank's eyes could get no wider. He swayed slightly with the motion of the train as he labored to breathe. "I- I need to see the... whole ticket, Miss," he said in a hoarse whisper. "Certainly. Could you hold these, please," she said, handing the panties to Hank. He took the pure white panties and crumpled them into his fist. His eyes remained fixed on Candi's sex as she laid her hands on her exposed lap. She stroked her thighs down and up while gradually parting her legs. Then, placing her fingers on either side, she spread her nether lips apart. Her clit shone like a tiny pink beacon harkening toward the hidden depths of her sheath. "Shall I touch it?" she asked softly. The conductor nodded impatiently. Candi's mouth curled into a wicked smile as she used her left hand to hold herself open, and gently rested her right index finger on her nub. Almost imperceptibly, she began to roll her finger over the sensitive organ. The motion became more and more pronounced as she played herself with increasing vigor. Panting now, she pressed two fingers together and probed deeper. She gasped loudly as though she caught herself by surprise. Then, withdrawing her fingers, she flicked lightly at her clit with her fingernail. A soft, high-pitched squeal, almost a sob, escaped her throat, quickly absorbed by the clatter of the tracks. She sucked her lips between her teeth, trying to contain her own moans, as she resumed rubbing herself, faster and faster. At last, tremors of pleasure rippled through her belly. Her hips thrust spasmodically against her hand. The effort of stifling her cries caused tears to well up and fall to her cheeks. Hank's breathing had become loud and raspy. "Jesus Christ!" he hissed. "You know, Miss, I really ought to punch that ticket of yours." Henderson roused himself and spoke up quickly. "Now, Hank, you know that wasn't part of the our agreement." The conductor licked his lips. He looked now from Candi to Henderson. "Yes, of course, Tom. A man can always hope, though." He handed Henderson's punched ticket back to him and walked off dreamily with Candi's panties still clutched in his fist. Candi fell against Henderson, still catching her breath. He stroked her hair. "That was quite a show, Doll," he said. "More than I expected myself." "It was fun," she said, a mischievous gleam in her eye. Henderson laughed. "Well, I had a feeling you'd like it. I just didn't realize how much. And we saved a few bucks in the process, too." "But he took my panties with him, sir." "I'll buy you another pair. Anyway, I have a feeling you won't be needing them much on this trip." Henderson gazed at his secretary, her skirt still bunched up around her waist. "Don't you think you should pull your skirt down now?" "I will if you tell me to, sir." Henderson laughed again. "Well, in that case, leave it just like that for a while." "Yes, sir."
The Business Trip
An hour later, the train pulled into the main terminal in Cleveland. Candi followed Henderson down the platform, carrying both bags. Her skirt showed a few more wrinkles than when she had boarded. The short cab ride to the office building on 9th and Euclid didn't give her much chance to see the city, but she wasn't impressed with what she did see. Cleveland seemed like a poor imitation of Chicago, even if some of the buildings had similar ornate stonework. However, the offices of Williamson and Scofield were every bit as fancy as any she'd seen back home. Polished woodwork and marble were everywhere, along with gleaming brass fixtures. And the smell of leather-covered chairs and sofas created a familiar atmosphere Candi associated with men and business and money. Mr. Scofield met Henderson and Candi in a large conference room. He was a tall, silver-haired man, probably in his mid 50s. Henderson introduced him to Candi. "This is Candi. She's my gal Friday, and has a bit of accounting in her background as well," he said. "Yes, quite," agreed Scofield. "I could see right away how good she is with figures." His expression was plainly more leer than smile. His eyes roamed freely all over her body, never once meeting her own eyes. When he shook her hand, he clasped it in both of his, and held onto it at length. "That must have been a pleasant train ride, Tom, with this pretty little thing sitting next to you." Before Henderson could answer, Candi smiled and said in a breathy voice, "Oh, you have no idea, Mr. Scofield." Scofield laughed. Still holding onto Candi's hand, he looked at Henderson. "I like this girl, Tom. Might just buy her from you." Henderson shook his head. "She's not for sale, Phil." Then looking at Candi, he added, "I've got to stop at the men's room, Candi. Why don't you get started." "Yes, Mr. Henderson." She finally managed to extract her hand from Scofield's grip and sat down at the long conference table. A stack of ledgers, balance sheets, income statements, and pro formas lay in the middle. She flipped through the stack until she found the one she was looking for, and began to study the columns of numbers. Scofield leaned over her chair. His warm breath fell upon her left cheek. It smelled of cigars and breath mints. "You don't mind if I read over your shoulder, do you, Candi?" "Of course not, Mr. Scofield." He rested his hands on her shoulders, gently massaging her. "The view from up here is quite nice." Candi looked up and smiled. Her blouse was buttoned all the way up, so she knew he couldn't see anything. He winked at her. "But it could be improved," he added, as he reached down and unbuttoned the top two buttons. "Mr. Scofield, I don't think you should be doing that. Mr. Henderson will be back any minute." Scofield ignored her, staring down her blouse. His finger lightly traced the curve of her collarbone. "What's he paying you, Sweetheart? I'll double it." Candi looked down, blushing. "That's very generous of you, Mr. Scofield. But I'd have to think about it." "Think fast, young lady. There could be a substantial bonus in it if you help me with this deal." He resumed massaging her shoulders. "How do you mean?" Scofield glanced toward the door, then back at Candi. His eyes shifted back and forth rapidly. In a whisper, he asked, "Has Henderson mentioned any numbers to you? Like how high his people are willing to go?" "Gosh, he mentions lots of numbers." "Don't be coy, Sweetheart. You know what I mean. Give me the dope on his range, and come to work for me. You'll make more in the next month than all year with him." Candi swallowed. She studied her fingernails as if they could help her decide. Then she looked up at Scofield. "I guess I'd be pretty stupid to turn down an offer like that." Quickly, she repeated everything Henderson had discussed with her. Scofield smiled greedily. "That's just what I needed to know, Sweetheart. Now don't let on that you're working for me until after all the papers are signed." "Oh, I won't, Mr. Scofield. And thank you for this opportunity." Henderson returned soon afterward. He was laughing as he entered the conference room. "I was just chatting with your girl, Phil. She's quite a character. Nice gazoombas, too." Candi clucked her tongue. Scofield chuckled. "Yes, she's a character all right. Not as smart as this young lady though." Henderson sat next to Candi. He glanced at her, noticing her partially unbuttoned blouse. "It must have gotten warm in here." Candi clutched her collar together, buttoning it up again. "Yes, sir. I guess it did." "Hmm." Frowning, he looked up at Scofield, who still stood behind her chair, then back at Candi. "Did you check those figures like I asked?" "Yes, sir. Everything looks fine." "Great! Phil, let's talk price." Candi sat back as the two men negotiated the bottom line on the deal. She wondered what it felt like to have the power to make decisions involving that much money. It didn't take long until a number was settled on and the men stood up and shook hands. "I'll have all the papers drawn up by 10:00 tomorrow morning," said Phil. "We'll be here," said Henderson. Then, turning to Candi, "Time to check into the hotel, Candi." As she stood to join Henderson, Scofield winked at her and held his finger to his lips. She smiled and nodded, then turned and followed Henderson to the elevator. As the elevator began its descent, Candi started giggling. "You're amazing, Mr. Henderson," she said. "I know." He grinned smugly. "I mean, it went almost exactly like you said it would, sir. He offered me the job, he pumped me for the information... And he bought everything I told him." He drew her to him and kissed her lightly. "You're pretty amazing yourself, Doll. And a fine actress, too, apparently. I probably could have made that deal without you, but you sure made it easy by giving him that phony information." She giggled again. "It was almost as much fun as the train, Mr. Henderson." Then, sighing, she stuck her lip out in a pout. "Of course, Mr. Scofield DID offer me quite a bonus..." Laughing, Henderson swatted her behind, letting his hand linger to knead into her soft, still pantiless, flesh. "Don't worry, Doll. You'll get your bonus just as soon as we get to the hotel room."
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