Alphia Corporation - Chapter 3

Carrie's tummy was doing flip-flops. It had started as soon as the limousine had arrived at their home to take her and Sam to the airport.She had spent the morning scurrying around packing her new clothes for the likely weekend activities. Karen's advice had been invaluable.There were three evenings to worry about, so she has had packed all three of her new dresses, each with different degrees of decency. The black Versace cocktail dress was the most daring.* Karen had explained to her that it was a Cutout Sweetheart dress.* It had spaghetti straps, a very low bustier and its hem ended several inches above her knees.*Maybe that was what a sweetheart dress was.* The cutouts in the name were open areas on in the bustier, barely there anyway, in her opinion, that revealed the sides of her breasts whenever she moved her arms.A bra was out of the question and anyone looking at her would wonder whether she was wearing anything underneath at all. When she modeled it in the store for Karen and the saleswomen, her unrestrained breasts had wobbled enticingly as she moved.It fell from her hips perfectly and was short enough such that she was guaranteed to give flashes of her upper thigh to anyone paying attention.Carrie blushed when she thought of herself in that dress at dinner with the senior executives and the Roberts Media team. That dress made perfectly clear what role she played on the Alphia Corporation team.She carefully packed the dresses and the business skirt suit that she was not wearing on the flight over. She spent a long while agonizing over what of her new lingerie she should bring for the executives' entertainment portion of the trip. She considered modeling them for Sam to help decide but figured that that might be cruel and unusual punishment given the stoppage of all relief for him until the trip was complete.She giggled to herself. He had been so eager last night but she had followed her instructions and shut him down after some heavy petting. She had fallen asleep in his strong arms, his penis hard against her bottom as he spooned her.She shook her head to clear her mind and bent back to the task at hand. In the end, after examining all of her options again, she just packed all the lingerie and trusted that Karen would help her choose which to wear when the time was right.All told, what with last-minute grooming and makeup and children's interruptions, it took her four hours to get ready.She was dressed in an elegant and sexy business skirt suit, the new stockings and heels she had worn for Sam the evening before and a lovely translucent cream blouse through which her new lace La Perla bra was clearly visible. With her cute suit jacket, she was elegant and sexy business chic.And then the limousine arrived from the Alphia offices, bearing Sam whose reaction to her outfit was most gratifying. "Oh my God, you are stunning," he had murmured to her.That helped. Carried smiled secretly to herself, her thoughts ranging over the new dresses that Karen had helped her purchase yesterday. 'Oh Honey, you haven't seen*anything*yet,' she thought happily to herself.And then she said her teary goodbyes to the children as Mrs. Kenny, the competent and pleasant grandmother whom Alphia kept on retainer for such child care situations, reassured Carrie again and again that the children were in good hands."Go on, don't worry a bit, dearie," she said in her delightful Irish accent. "I've got grandchildren their age. They will be fine."And this appeared to be true. The children were miraculously content, playing separately on the kitchen floor.Carrie let herself be led to the waiting limousine and off they went to her first assignment as a corporate slut. She sniffled a bit on her husband?s shoulder about leaving her babies. Sam held her hand and reassured her that it was only for a weekend and that all would be well.*Sam privately wondered if all was going to go well.* This trip was for only the weekend, but this was the start of an extensive journey for them and it was both exciting and unnerving that he was delivering his wife up to his superiors.The limousine took them to a private entrance to a smaller runway system north of the standard airport. They were waved through a security gate and out onto the tarmac, right up to the steps of the open door of a Gulfstream 6 with the Alphia symbol on each wing."This is like a movie scene," she whispered to Sam, clutching his arm."I know, I know. It really is," he replied, giving her a kiss. "I am excited about this new adventure. I hope we are ready for it.""Mr. and Mrs. Stevenson?" The driver said as he opened Carrie?s door and extended a hand to assist*her out of the car.* A steward began moving their luggage onto the aircraft.She and Sam were greeted at the top of the steps by the Captain. "I am Captain Smith. Pleased to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Stevenson."The captain then disappeared and Sam and Carrie had a moment to look around.Mr. Parsons was still absent, but Karen and Gary were already aboard talking with a powerful looking, dark-haired handsome man with broad shoulders in an expensive, tailored suit.The steward finished stowing the luggage and then also made a quiet exit. There was a leather couch on one side, and a bar on the other. In front of that were eight large, comfortable-looking leather armchairs arranged in such a way that all could have an intimate conversation and still leave a pathway through the aircraft.Gary shook Sam's hand and Karen gave Carrie a kiss and squeezed her hand in greeting."Sam, Mrs. Stevenson," Mr. Borges said, introducing himself to Carrie. "Steve Borges. I am a Senior Executive and President of Sales at Alphia. It is most definitely a pleasure to finally meet you."His tone was purely professional, but his eyes wandered pleasurably over her body. She blushed a little and she felt Sam tense up."Thank you," she replied with only a slight tremble in her voice as she shook the proffered hand."We are here because your husband came up with a genius idea. You should be proud of him.""I - I didn't know," Carrie stammered, her hand still clasped between Mr. Borges' two firm hands. She took a breath and stood up straight as she stopped flustering. "I am very proud of him.""Good. We are too," Mr. Borges said. "Tom told me that you were a stunning woman, and he wasn't lying."He smiled at Sam and clapped him on the shoulder. "You are a lucky man.""Oh, I know..." Sam said, but Mr. Borges interrupted him, turning his wolfish eyes back to Carrie, his eyes lingering on her chest."Your wife almanbahis şikayet is going to make this business trip really, really fun."Carrie reddened under his stare."Looks fabulous, but lose the bra," Mr. Borges instructed. "It looks like you've got great tits.* Let's get those girls on display."Carrie gaped, but at that moment Mr. Parsons arrived and Mr. Borges turned to greet him. "Now we can get this show on the road.""Yes, sir," Captain Smith called from the cockpit.As the men greeted one another, Karen helped Carrie, blushing furiously, undo the buttons on her blouse so that she could snake an arm through one sleeve, undo her brassiere and pull it out the other side and down her arm. The men watched the scene with interest.Still blushing, she handed her bra to her husband and Sam slipped it into his coat pocket. Her breasts were now clearly visible through her translucent blouse, her pink nipples tenting the delicate fabric.Karen was slim and sexy in a slinky black professional-looking dress, the hem ending significantly above the knee. With her luxurious dark hair put up, and her long legs encased in sexy black stockings, she looked like the fashion model she used to be.The six people slipped into the armchairs in preparation for takeoff. Carrie felt four sets of male eyes hungrily scan her chest. Mr. Borges stared intently at her breasts before raising his eyes to hers."Beautiful," he said. "Much better this way.""Thank you," Carrie said as calmly as she could. She crossed her legs against the sudden tingle in her pussy. She reached over and found Sam's hand and they held hands while the men continued to talk and enjoy the view of her exposed breasts, wobbling deliciously as the aircraft took off and gained altitude.Mr. Parsons gave her a frown that she did not understand until Karen leaned over. "We're working now. No touching your husband without permission."With a final squeeze, she reluctantly released Sam's hand.Mr. Borges nodded to her. "Ladies, get me a scotch. We've got to get down to business."The two wives got up and went to the bar to fix the drink orders.* Carrie with her tits exposed and Karen in her incredible little black dress, stockings and stiletto heels, the two wives looked like the million dollar corporate whores that they were.* Mr. Borges gazed as the ladies and then turned to his team."The key is to get this deal closed for anything less than $15 million. We don't actually give a shit about Roberts Media itself,*we are only truly interested in the intellectual property they've got. They patented the internet tool concept that Sam here came up with, but they don't know how to extract its value."Sam nodded."The most obvious problem we have is that there really is very little business synergy between Alphia and Roberts Media," Mr. Parsons offered. "The Roberts team expressed surprise when they realized that the offer had come from Alphia. They are not completely stupid and they are going to be looking around for the reason why Alphia is putting in the offer so they can find leverage for their counter."Gary nodded. "So what's the plan, then?""Tom and I have dinner reservations tonight at seven o'clock for a get to know each other kind of thing," Mr. Borges said. "We are bringing your wives as our dates. I have found that having a really good looking woman on my arm at these types of meetings commands a certain amount of respect. It is a good start to the upcoming negotiations.""Depending on how things go, your wives will either be coming back with us or the Roberts Media team will take Karen and Carrie back to their hotel suites to fuck."Sam's eyes widened and Carrie gave a startled cough. The senior executives glanced at her with amusement as Karen patted her knee."It will be fine honey," she murmured to Carrie, "I'll be with you.*That's what we're here for."Sam did not know where to rest his eyes. He glanced at his wife on her first assignment as a company whore, her breasts clearly visible through her sheer top, at Karen's long legs that looked to stretch all the way to heaven, at Gary who had placidly ignored the exchange and at Mr. Parsons who gave him a knowing smirk.Sam gave him a nervous smile in return and then tried to get his mind back on business."What do you need from us?" Gary asked calmly, indicating Sam and himself."Look, Roberts is ready to sell. The old man is looking to cash out for a fair price and his sons are a pair of assholes who care about nothing but short-term cash in hand," Mr. Borges said. "Everybody knows that the only issue is the price and that there aren't any other serious bidders. We've come in at twelve million, which is significantly less than the eighteen million that Roberts is priced at on the street. They know we are prepared to come up, and the question is how far. Luckily, there haven?t been any other prospective buyers yet."Sam and Gary nodded."They don't have any real price leverage right now, because they don't know why we are interested. They don't have any idea that we don't give a shit about the Roberts brand and they sure as shit don't have a fucking clue that it's their intellectual property portfolio we are after," Mr. Borges continued in his brusque, profane and aggressive sales director manner.Sam had in his mind's eye Mr. Borges sitting behind his desk and barking directions in the same manner to the diminutive, slim, pretty, smart and very competent Karen Owens, telling her what items of her clothing to remove next as she slowly disrobed while giving him her weekly sales report.He could just see her struggling to maintain her professional demeanor while walking him through her power point presentation as she peeled off the layers of her business attire before Mr. Borges' hungry gaze, knowing all the while that he had the most unbusinesslike intentions for her as soon as she was naked and her report was complete.Sam?s cock strained the confines of his pants as he realized that he might someday have a similar job, and that his darling Carrie was now in this aggressive man's control until Sunday night.Mr. Borges' voice dragged him back from his daydreams."The fact that it makes no sense for Alphia to want to purchase Roberts Media has them confused. I don't mind them confused, but I do not want them figuring out the real reason for the offer."?Thanks, honey,? Mr. Borges said to Carrie as she handed him his drink. His hungry eyes followed Carrie?s exposed breasts as she handed out the drinks and then returned to Karen at the bar."That's where you two come almanbahis canlı casino in," he said nodding at Sam and Gary, his attention back to business."I am sorry," Sam said, "but I am not following.""You and Gary are going to paper up a fake reason and it's got to be good enough for us to sell them on it." Mr. Parsons said. "You are going to put together a confidential white paper for tomorrow's actual negotiations showing Alphia's 'new' business model."Sam and Gary thought for a moment."What if we decide that Alphia is planning to make a move into the European telecom markets," Sam offered. "I don't think we are actually planning that, but Roberts Media would be a decent foothold in the industry if someone wanted to make that move.""Interesting," Mr. Parsons said, "but that might be too close to...""No," Sam interrupted, knowing where the question was going. "It's not related at all to the internet marketing technology that they own and don't realize how to use. It might seem like it, but it is a totally different business line."Mr. Parsons looked doubtful but Mr. Borges cut in."Look, I don't fucking care whether it's close or not. The only question I need to know is this: can you pull the false model together today such that you can walk me through it on my way to supper, and can you paper up the false 'confidential' business plan so that Tom and I have something tangible to show them tomorrow to throw them off track?"Sam and Gary looked at each other for a brief moment. "Yes," Gary said confidently."Then we roll with that concept," Mr. Borges said.The men talked for a few hours on the details of the plan. It was decided that Gary would put together the financials of the pretend new European enterprise with Roberts Media while Sam would take a look at their technology and learn it enough so that the senior executive team could sell the lie."You give me a plausible business model and I can sell it," Mr. Borges said gruffly, displaying again the rare combination of arrogance, aggression, intellect and competence that had allowed him to rise to the post of Senior Executive and Director of Sales at Alphia Corporation, one of the most profitable privately-held companies in the United States."I have closed deals like this a million times," he said, taking a pull from his scotch. "The old man might have been a real tough adversary but his sons are a couple of money hungry fuckwits busy trying to screw each other out of equity so that he can cash in on this sale."He checked his watch, a large and clunky expensive-looking timepiece and shook his head. "We are landing in a couple of hours and we've reserved a suite for you two to work in. Get to work as soon as we land and call my cell at 6:30. On the dot. That gives you thirty minutes to bring me up to speed as the limo takes us to dinner. Got it?""Yes, sir," Gary replied."Tom, the ladies will need ... hang on," Mr. Borges said as he looked over his shoulder and called out to the two wives who were talking quietly together off to the side. "Girls, how much time do you need to get ready for the dinner reservations? Can you do it in forty-five minutes?"Carrie looked at Karen for help."We will need at least an hour, Mr. Borges. We will need to... clean up, shower, redo makeup and hair, and dress. We cannot do it in less than an hour, and that will be rushing things," Karen said."OK, they need an hour," he said to his fellow senior executive. "We land at one, get to the hotel by two... That will be perfect timing, Tom." He smirked at the two junior executives who were busy working on the project, their heads together in front of Sam's laptop computer screen discussing some aspect of the project."Yeah, I think so, Steve," Mr. Parsons agreed grinning in anticipation and staring hungrily at the ladies. "That Carrie is smoking hot and Gary's wife is always a good fuck."Mr. Borges nodded his agreement and with a clink of good crystal the two dominant males toasted their good fortune."Sam. Gary," Mr. Borges called out to the junior executives. They both looked up at him over the open laptop screen that Sam had been working on."Arrangements are as usual," he drawled. "I'm senior to Tom, so I get to choose which slut I fuck first.* Carrie will start with me; Tom gets to begin with Karen."He paused for a moment and gave Karen a glance and a half-smile. "Sorry.*New girl and all that," he said.Karen chuckled and smiled back. "I understand."Carrie's eyes were wide as she looked back and forth between Karen and the senior executives."So, as the Chairman explained, we've got adjoining suits for Tom and me and Karen and Carrie.* You two share a suite down the hall."Gary nodded, and with a guilty look at Carrie, who met his glance with a nervous but very excited little smile, Sam did as well. His heart was thumping and his palms were sweaty."We will be at the hotel at two, and since we don't know whether the ladies will be returning with us or if the Roberts team will get the very great pleasure of taking your wives back to their hotel room and fucking them, we are going to play with Karen and Carrie in our suites until five-thirty when we four will knock off to give the girls time enough to get cleaned up and ready for dinner.""At six-thirty, you guys call my cell to lay everything on me so I can sell the idea. Then get some food brought up and get back to work until nine. Be in our suites by nine-thirty and when we return from the dinner meeting we will recap the day and plan for tomorrow."Mr. Borges looked seriously at both of them. "Got it?""Got it," Gary replied."Good," and then he and Mr. Parsons headed to the bar where they chatted up Sam and Gary's wives until it was time to land, get to the hotel and start the debauchery.* -------Sam and Gary set up a workstation in the work area of their suite and in order to stop thinking about what might be going on in the suite down the hall, got right down to business.It took them a couple of hours, but by four, two hours after each of their wives had waved goodbye as they were whisked off by the Senior Executives, they pretty much had the plan down."Man, let's take a break for a half hour or so," Sam said to Gary who gratefully agreed."I need a few minutes to recharge my batteries before we finish up."Sam was anxious about what was happening to his wife in the clutches of the two senior executives."I mean I'm sure that - they have - you know," Sam sputtered to Gary, grasping for any information about what his Carrie was going through."Look, your wife is almanbahis casino here to screw Steve and Tom. They will have both had her several times before the weekend is over. And that is if we are lucky," Gary said, accurately.Sam looked at him, an eyebrow raised in question."Hopefully Karen and Carrie will spend the nights with Steve and Tom instead of the guys on the Roberts Media team," Gary explained. "Whoever they are."Sam nodded silently in agreement and went back to work to try to distract himself from the anxiety and sense of illicit excitement blooming within him.At 6:30, after four and a half agonizing hours of working, imagining and fantasizing, two extremely frustrated junior executives called Steve Borges' cell phone."I thought of something," Mr. Borges said brusquely as he took the call. "If we are going to buy this company, we are potentially taking on people at the Senior Executive level, which we do not want to do."He paused and Sam and Gary heard the ladies talking quietly in the background as they evidently settled into the back of the limousine. "Find a way to do this deal so we can break all the golden handcuffs that the owners will have written in for themselves.""Ahhh, OK," Sam stalled, not knowing the first thing about how to complete that task."Good, then gimme what you got," Mr. Borges said brusquely.For the next five minutes, Mr. Borges listened to their fake business plan, grunting in all the right places to let them know he understood.For the next twenty minutes, Steve peppered Sam and Gary with questions and challenges which they were able to handle to his satisfaction.Mr. Borges made no mention of either Karen or Carrie during the conversation at all, but the junior men could hear their wives in the background, talking and laughing with Mr. Parsons."OK, we are here. Bye." Mr. Borges abruptly disconnected and the two junior men looked at each other across the suddenly silent speakerphone."Damnit!" Sam said with feeling."Agreed," Gary said. "I don't know how to deal with the internal compensation contracts at Roberts, whatever they are. What are we supposed to do?"They looked helplessly at each other. "I'll make a few calls, Sam. See if I can get some of the other departments to work on it. Maybe its part of their public disclosures for some reason."Gary picked up the phone and Sam sighed as he returned to writing up fake technology white papers to insert into the business documents Steve and Tom would use as props during the negotiation the next day.After another ninety minutes of work and consultations with legal and human resources back at Alphia headquarters Sam and Gary concluded that if there was a way to get the job done, they were not going to figure it out.Frustrated in more ways than one, Sam put six hard miles on one of the hotel treadmills and then returned to the room to get ready.Refraining from self-help during his shower was one of the most challenging things he had ever endured. He could not keep his mind from erotic fantasies involving his Carrie with Karen and multiple eager and aggressive men.At nine-thirty, the two more or less willing cuckolds appeared anxiously at the executives' empty suites exactly on time and took in the layout of the lavish arrangements. Whatever might have gone on in the rooms with their wives any evidence of it was no longer in existence as the professional and discreet*housekeeping staff had been through all the rooms.Gary and Sam uncomfortably wandered about the suites in a state of nervous, randy anxiety."Just to let you know," Gary said, "Steve Borges has a really big dick. Karen really enjoys fucking him now, but it took her a while to get used to it."Sam looked at Gary with big eyes. "Seriously?""I don't know what difference it makes now," Gary said, "considering that Carrie has already fucked him, but... just so you know."Sam did not know what to say to that so he turned to the bar in the corner of the main room of the suite.The subordinates were pouring themselves a couple of stiff ones when they heard the door to the suite open.Sam was simultaneously relieved and stunned at Carrie's appearance. He was very relieved that she was not with the Roberts Media team and stunned because... that dress!Good Lord! That was definitely new, purchased by Karen and Carrie earlier in the week, because Sam was absolutely certain that he would have remembered seeing it before.* It was all black with tiny shoulder straps on a*very*low cut bodice and it flowed down from there, maybe halfway down her thigh.*As Carrie walked into the room holding Karen's hand, she gave tantalizing flashes of her upper thighs and her unrestrained breasts moved with an erotic liquid motion... and Sam could see that the sides of the bodice were open so that when she moved her arm, anyone could see the sides of her tits."My wife is a slut," Sam thought wonderingly to himself.* If he thought he had been frustrated and eager before, his need for release and desire for her was now off the charts.She was flushed, happy and radiant, and almost painfully sexy.**Carrie flashed him a bright, dimpled smile and his heart leaped.Karen was again in an outstanding little black dress, heels and now with a single strand of pearls around her neck. She looked like the million dollar whore that she was.Sam glanced at Gary. Karen looked stunning, but Gary was staring at Carrie's tits. It was obvious to everyone that Gary was jonesing for his friend's wife.?Make Carrie and me a fresh round of drinks, ? Mr. Borges ordered Sam with a satisfied smile, coming up to Carrie and putting his arm possessively around her waist and nuzzling her neck.Sam tried not to react to his boss's*display of dominance as he took the drink order but he could not miss Carrie's embarrassed look as Mr. Borges reached around with his other hand and casually fondled her breasts in front of her husband.Sam could see Gary talking with Mr. Parsons. Karen, Gary's wife, had her hand on Mr. Parsons' arm as the three chatted. They all three seemed comfortable with the fact that Gary's wife was a company whore for the weekend.Or one of the whores.?Single malt, neat, ? Mr. Borges said, bringing Sam's attention back to his own predicament. Steve Borges' eyes glittered with malicious pleasure as he saw Sam give his wife an embarrassed look.?Um? white wine please, honey, ? Carrie said to her husband.The hot and bothered junior men glanced at each other as they puttered around at the minibar, filling the drinks orders. By the time the cuckolds got the drinks together, the two couples were talking in a small group. Mr. Parsons said something and Karen nodded as Carrie blushed. The wives swapped, Karen presenting herself to Mr. Borges and Carrie moved toward Tom Parsons who casually put his arm around her waist.