Doing A Carol 33
Dear Diary.
Having been escorted to our room by a sexy young, yet shy stud and having unpacked our luggage, Jerry and I pleasured ourselves by sipping on our complementary Veuve Clicquot champagne whilst partaking in a pampering session in the expansive rolled top bath that proudly sat in the middle of the opulent, gold encrusted, Midas touched bathroom.
With the luxurious fragrant Frédéric Malle’s Portrait of a Lady bath suds enveloping our bodies, Jerry let slip that he had invited a new client to the dinner tonight. A City Boy millionaire hedge fund manager who’s looking to find a larger accountancy firm that could handle his group of investors and has been told that we’re trustworthy, experienced and are more than capable to tender to his books and needs, as such.
‘It’s important that we make him feel comfortable and welcome,’ Jerry said. ‘After all, he will be bringing a lot of new business to the company.’
‘I’m sure he will,’ I replied idildy as I delicately lifted my manicured foam covered foot from the over flowing bubbles.
‘I want you to be nice to him. Make him feel part of our family. You’re always good at making people feel relaxed in your company.’
If only he knew!
‘Of course I will. You know you can always rely on me to do that for you.’
We both leant forward in the soapy water and chinked the antique gold rimmed glasses.
‘So why does he want us to look after him?’ I asked innocently. ‘Surely there are much bigger companies in town who could easily accommodate his business. Not that I’m complaining.’
‘We’ve been highly recommended by other clients who are friends of him. Apparently he’s been looking for another company for a while now as he wants to expand his portfolio, plus I’ve heard that he doesn’t get on with his current accountancy team either. Don’t tell anyone, but I’ve been told in secret that the current firm that he’s using, you know the ones where Jacob and Robert transferred from last year, that they’re not as approachable as we are, nor as relatable. I guess being people friendly really does help with business.’
I should say!
‘Has he signed any contracts with you yet?’
‘No not yet. And that’s why it’s important that we make his night unforgettable and enjoyable.’
Well I can do that, can’t I?
Jerry leant back at his end of the bath and smiled. ‘I think 2025 is going to be a good year for us.’
‘I do hope so. You so deserve it Jerry as you work really hard.’
‘And you do too. I hope you’ll find that other shop soon.’
‘Thanks. I do have a few contenders in mind. I’m even considering a branch in Cheshire after chatting to some of the ladies up there.’
‘Oh, that’s news to me.’
‘I know. As I sat there watching all of those fashion shows and looking for new designers the other week, I was checking out what the women were wearing and noticed how much money they were throwing about. It makes some of our Surrey lot seem like poorpers. There are so many potential customers up there who’d love our style.’
‘Really?’
‘Yes. In the meantime, I’m going to put that on the back burner just in case I can’t find a local store down here. In the New Year, I’m going to have another look in the area and see if any are suitable for what I want. You’re more than welcome to come along.’
‘Thanks. It may be best for me to wait until you make a short list and then I’ll come with you. I know you’re more than capable of what you want, but I want to be there to support you.’
On hearing those lovely words, I leant forward and kissed Jerry lightly on the lips. ‘I love you so much,’ I whispered.
‘I know. And I do too.’
I sat there on my hunches and massaged Jerry’s chest.
‘Stop it,’ he smiled. ‘We haven’t got time for that.’
‘Not even a quicky? Right here in this bath?’
What am I saying? I’ve never been like this before with Jerry. It must be the champagne talking. Yes, that’s it.
Jerry gasped as I grabbed his growing cock.
‘No,’ he grunted as my well practised hands carefully massaged his wet tool.
Did he notice any difference with my technique or was he simply happy as he laid there, closeted in pure bliss?
‘Stop it,’ he protested in a mock, hushed tone. Though his words didn’t match his body as he still let me play with his cock.
‘Are you sure?’ I purred.
‘Erm,’ he murmured. ‘Yes. No. I don’t know.’
I continued to gently rub him until a jet of white spunk arched out of the water.
‘There’s a good boy,’ I said as I finished him off, just before I got out of the water as I didn’t want to become contaminated my his man juice.
Jerry simmered smugly in his spunk soup with a smile on his face as I grabbed a large fluffy towel to dry myself off.
‘Have you decided on what to wear tonight?’ I asked as I wiped the fragrant foam from my glistening body.
‘I might wear my blue suit,’ he said. ‘It depends on what you’re going to wear as I don’t want us to clash.’
‘Hark at you Christian Lacroix!’
‘Who?’
I laughed. ‘It doesn’t matter.’ l leant down and kissed him on his bald head. ‘You can wear what you like.’
‘Thanks. And what delights have you got in store for me?’
‘You’ll have to wait and see.’ I seductively let the towel drop on to the shiny marble floor and slipped on the white fluffy dressing gown.
‘I’m going to watch tv for a bit before getting ready. Would you like me to call room service to send up some sandwiches?’ I asked. ‘I’m starving.’
‘That will be lovely. But won’t it spoil the dinner for tonight?’
‘No. I’m just feeling peckish.’ Hoping that the young stud will make a return appearance so that I can get another look at his tight arse. I wonder if he’s working tonight? Or perhaps looking after us? I’ll have to ask Pascal discreetly as not to come across like an eager coogar.
‘I won’t be long,’ Jerry called out. ‘I’m just going to lay here for a bit.’
‘That’s fine. Take your time as you’ve got a busy night ahead of impressing people and talking business.’
‘And don’t forget you’ll be working too, as such.’
Oh yes I will, but not as you may think.
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