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here's my contribution, got this from Kristen along time ago, and haven't
seen it posted yet.
[ from Kristen's collection ]
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WARNING!
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Archive name: TheDeal1.txt
Authors name: Unknown
Story Title : "THE ART OF NEGOTIATION"
Part 1 of 8
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This story contains sexual situations. If sex offends
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I'm a freelance consultant in the area of computer software
development. Call me Al. I normally work for large
corporations on a contract basis for a few months per stint. I
recently moved to New York from the San Francisco area, and
since I was starting in a new city where I had no business
contacts, I was forced make use of contract placement
companies, also known as "headhunter agencies".
I got my current contract through a smallish agency. While
working on this contract, another agency called me about
another position that was somewhat more lucrative. After
interviewing at the new company, I was offered a contract.
Now, my existing contract was a typical one in that it was
open-ended and could be terminated by either party with
two-weeks' notice, so, barring any major pay raise from my
current job, I planned to quit my old job and accept the new
one. In keeping with my usual policy in these cases, I told
the new company I'd sleep on the decision and get back to them
the next day.
I then left and called the headhunter agency that currently
represented me to inform them that I probably was going to take
the other job. The headhunter there tried to persuade me to
stay at my current position. My early termination would mean a
loss of revenue for the agency, so her reaction was
predictable.
However, I told her that barring an increase in my billing
rate, I was going to take the new job. With that she put me on
hold, and when she came back, she explained that the agency
couldn't get any more money from the company I was working at,
but that Rachael, the owner of the agency, would be willing to
take less of a markup and give me a raise rather than lose the
contract altogether. When I asked how much of a markup, the
headhunter said that Rachael wanted to discuss that with me
personally. When I explained that I was going to make my
decision by early the next day, the headhunter put me on hold
again and when she got back on she said that Rachael would be
glad to talk to me later that day, if I could make it after
work.
I was willing to do that, and so we set up the meeting between
Rachael and myself for 6:00 PM that evening. Although I'd never
actually met Rachael, I had spoken to her on the phone a few
times and remembered her as being businesslike, professional,
and most important, reasonable. I was hoping I could get
enough money out of her to make it worth my while to stay at
this job, since the new position, though more lucrative, was
less interesting. I would never admit that to Rachael, of
course.
* * *
It was Friday evening, and by the time I was able to show up at
the agency the door was locked and everyone who worked there
was gone except Mary the receptionist who let me in when I
knocked and, presumably, Rachael.
Now, I was familiar with Mary from all the times I had come by
to pick up my paycheck. She was in her early twenties and
quite attractive, with shoulder-length, stylish blonde hair and
a very sexy, slim body. She was about 5 foot 2 or 3 and had
firm, perfectly sized breasts -- not too large and not too
small. She was outgoing and flirtatious, and every time I saw
her she was wearing very stylish and somewhat revealing
clothes.
That day she was wearing a silky, button-down blouse with the
neckline open low enough to show off a hint of her gorgeous
cleavage. Her bra was either quite sheer or non-existent, as I
could make out the contours of her breasts and nipples through
her blouse. She had on a calf-length skirt with a slit halfway
up her thigh. It was really tight around her hips and
was thin enough for me to faintly glimpse her skimpy, dark
bikini panties underneath. She had on a pair of high heels
and, as always, wore little or no makeup. She looked even
sexier than usual, which is saying a lot. As I often did, I
wondered how she got away dressing that way in an office
environment.
Mary buzzed Rachael to tell her I had arrived, and when she got
off the phone she said that Rachael was on an important phone
call and hoped it would be OK for me to wait 20 or 30 minutes. I
said it was, and Mary said that Rachael wanted me to know that
she really appreciated me coming by and told Mary to do
whatever she could to make me comfortable.
She asked if I wanted coffee or soda or anything, but I thanked
her and said I really didn't need anything. She smiled and
raised an eyebrow when I said that. I ignored that and told
her that since it was late she didn't have to stay on my
account. She thanked me quite nicely but said that she had to
stay late anyway and work. I made a sympathetic comment about
Mary's bad luck at having to work late on a Friday, and this
led to us making small talk for a few minutes.
On previous visits I often found myself staring at her sexy
body. I'd always try to be discreet, but sometimes she would
still catch me staring, to which she'd react with a coquettish
smile. As we sat there chatting she once again caught me
staring at her, but this time she raised her eyebrows, licked
her lips, and languidly turned towards me, slowly pushing her
chest out as she did. Although her movements were subtle and
ambiguous enough for her to deny if confronted, this was still
more flirty than she ever was with me in the past, and I choked
on my words for a moment in surprise and arousal. She just
laughed sexily and then resumed talking to me as if nothing had
happened.
Now, this both turned me on and made me nervous, and I tried to
hide my confusion and arousal as we spoke. I doubt I did a
very good job of it, but if she noticed, she didn't let on.
After a few minutes of our idle chatter I had more or less
calmed down again. Mary finally gave me a fake-sad look and
said in a deliberately childish, pouty tone of voice that she
had to get back to work. As she walked back to her desk, I
could see her perfect ass straining sexily against the material
of her tight skirt as she unabashedly swayed her hips. I'd
never seen her do that in my presence before, either, but then
again, I couldn't remember if I had ever seen her doing
anything other than sitting at her desk.
Dismissing her sexy antics as insincere, immature flirtation, I
plopped down on the couch in the reception area to find
something to read. This didn't prevent me from continuing to
stare at her ass until she sat down, however. The exaggerated
way she moved her hips was turning me on, and I decided to
enjoy it while I could -- i.e., while her back was turned.
Despite my intention to not take Mary too seriously, I couldn't
help but wonder if perhaps she was trying to get my sexual
attention. For a moment, my mind drifted off into a fantasy of
her slowly stripping for me as I watched from my vantage point
on the couch.
But then I sobered up and reminded myself that she probably had
dozens of boyfriends and there was no way she'd ever consider a
37-year-old, slightly flabby, balding guy like me. I thought
back to what life was like when I was her age, and I had to
admit to myself that I'm too shy and nervous around women to
ever have stood a chance with someone like her even back then.
A woman as attractive as her could easily afford to be as picky
as she wanted, and I'm sure she'd have no time for my
insecurities and shyness. I sighed and forced myself to stop
thinking those grim thoughts and to just enjoy her flirting and
her sexy body while I had the chance.
And I was getting ample opportunity for that right then. I
guess she didn't have to man the phones after hours, and
instead of sitting at the receptionist's desk she was working at
one of the headhunters' desks typing on the word processor.
>From my seat in the reception area I had a really nice view of
her profile as she sat there and worked. I took advantage of
the view whenever I thought she wasn't looking.
Although she was quite a sight, I didn't want to appear too
lecherous by just staring, so I looked around among the
magazines nearby and tried to find something worth reading.
The pickings were rather disappointing, and I was trying to
figure out which of "Business Week" and "Forbes" would be less
boring, when suddenly Mary piped in with, "If you want
something more interesting you can read my 'Cosmopolitan'".
I laughed and said, "I'm not sure if that would be an
improvement over this shit."
She gave me another of her flirty looks and replied, "Oh, c'mon
now, Al. Do you mean to say that you'd rather read about the
stock market than to look at the sexy women in Cosmo?"
Her comment caught me off guard -- she sure was being flirty.
Covering up my surprise and embarrassment I answered, "Oh --
you mean in the ads? I must admit that I have a hard time
thinking of a woman as sexy when she's blatantly advertising
clothes or perfume -- or any product for that matter. It sort
of detracts from the whole thing, you know?"
I was proud of myself for hiding my surprise so well with my
somewhat glib, and actually quite honest reply, but my pride
was short lived, as Mary quickly flabbergasted me with her
reply: "Oh. I guess I know what you mean. So how about if I
go downstairs to the newsstand and get you a 'Penthouse'?
Those women aren't advertising anything ..." her smile became
devilish, "... and besides, they're naked. I think you'd like
that a lot better."
I felt a wave of arousal and surprise. Although she's a flirt
and a tease, this was a bit much even for her...at least
compared to anything I'd seen her do in the past. The only
thing I managed to stammer was "Well ..." before she turned
towards me. She lifted her hands to her blouse as if she was
about to unbutton it, and she said, "Or do you prefer the real
thing? I'm not wearing a bra." She paused, raising her
eyebrows, and looked at me with an intensely serious and
provocative expression and with her hands poised ready to open
her blouse for me. She kept that pose and just stared at me as
wave of anxiety and arousal swept through me.
I was speechless and must have looked like an idiot with my
mouth hanging open. After a few seconds that seemed an
eternity, she slowly lowered her hands, and still staring at me
intently, she said, "I'll get you a 'Penthouse'," and got up.
I shook my head disbelievingly and stammered to her to sit back
down, but before I could stop her she had sashayed out the
door, her hips swinging even more blatantly and seductively
than before.
I was dumbfounded. What was going on? Why was she acting this
way? Mary was getting me sexually excited, but I was also
getting nervous and scared. I'm quite insecure about sex and I
always feared beautiful women -- they always seemed to be so
confident and so sure of their abilities to get men to do what
they want. And I have always been especially vulnerable to
that sort of manipulation due to my sexual insecurities and low
self-esteem. What did she want, anyway? I couldn't imagine
she would want to be this sexual with me just for her own
pleasure, and I tried to figure out what might be her ulterior
motive.
Could it be that she was working in cahoots with Rachael and
was somehow trying to seduce me to stay with the agency? That
seemed likely, but I couldn't imagine what Mary would get out
of it. With Rachael, it was obvious: as the owner of the
company she would profit from my staying on and continuing to
generate her percentage of my take. But what about Mary and
her paltry receptionist's salary? Did Rachael offer Mary a
commission to persuade me to stay? If so, did she tell her to
use sex? Or did she just ask Mary to be charming and is this
all Mary's idea?
I figured it was likely that Mary _was_ doing this for the
agency for some sort of compensation -- probably monetary. I
got more than a little bit angry at Mary's manipulation, and I
decided to give her a piece of my mind when she came back, and
I started rehearsing what I was going to say to her. But as I
did, I began to have second thoughts. Mary had turned me on a
lot and part of me -- a _big_ part of me, I grudgingly admitted
to myself -- wanted more. I became quite scared as I realized
how much I wanted her to continue with her manipulative
seduction despite the fact that it may not necessarily be in my
best interests.
I kept trying to convince myself that I wasn't going to let her
get away with this, but my heart wasn't in it and I finally
gave up fighting myself. I decided to just let whatever
happens, happen. After all, even if I decided to stay on at
this agency for my current salary, I still was doing just fine
financially. And besides, I knew I wouldn't give up the new
job just for some cheap flirting -- Mary was going to have to work
for her money. I at least had enough self-control to hold out
for that...or at least I hoped so.
So I began to get excited about playing hard to get and seeing
how far Mary would go, and I tried to imagine what might
transpire once she returned. But then I had another thought:
what if she was just going to give me the magazine and then go
back to work? What if I was assuming too much about her?
Maybe she really _was_ trying to be friendly and that was it.
After all, Rachael _did_ tell her to make me comfortable, and
perhaps the flirting and the 'Penthouse' were simply a product
of Mary's overzealous desire to be helpful.
Or worse yet for me, what if Mary was indeed trying to seduce
me, but suppose she just gave me the magazine and then waited
for me to make the next move. Most men would catch the hint
and be all over her, but I'm so damn shy and insecure that I'd
never have enough guts to try anything with her -- even with a
lot of encouragement. Making a pass at a woman is the most
terrifying thing I can imagine. A psychologist would probably
say its a phobia with me, as is anything involving my being
sexually aggressive and taking those kinds of risks. And so I
feared that if she wasn't extremely aggressive, and I thought
it quite unlikely that she would be, I would sit there like an
idiot like I usually do in these situations and blow the whole
thing.
So instead of being happy with anticipation and looking forward
to playing hard to get, my mood deteriorated to one of despair
and helplessness. This always seemed to happen with me when I
had a chance to make it with a woman, and I cursed myself for
being so neurotic.
I no longer wanted to be seduced. I felt so confused and out
of control that I didn't think I could resist her charms and
act in my own best interests any more. I feared succumbing to
whatever it was that she might offer me, and then agree with
Rachael to terms decidedly to my disadvantage. I felt naked
and scared. In the back of my mind I realized this was
illogical, but my fear was so strong and I felt so vulnerable
that I couldn't make logic prevail. In a state of near panic I
vowed to resist everything Mary might do.
Just then the door opened and Mary flounced back in. She made
a point of locking the door behind her and winking at me, and
then she plopped down on the couch next to me. She gave me a
lewd smile and started slowly reaching into a bag she had with
her. But before she got very far, I blurted out in panic,
"Wait, Mary, wait."
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continued in part 2
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