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Some Girls 3
(Kelly Addams)

"Simple practicality!" 

Helen's memories wandered back, back to the informal dinner party. Senior managers only. Informal, but most were unaware that a hatchet hung over the evening... someone was for the chop... and it looked suspiciously like it was going to be Simon.

Anthony Hope offered little... hope that is, as he chatted quietly with Helen at the bar. "I have to make difficult choices, and sadly one of those is being forced on me now. Simon or Tim, two wonderful guys, equally valued, equally qualified... equally dedicated!"

And equally doomed Helen thought as she studied her husband's boss. But isn't it rather unethical to discuss this decision with the condemned man's wife, the person who will be directly affected by redundancy.

"I feel for you!" she replied and watched his gaze shift from her eyes to her breasts and back, "It must be a terrible weight for you. And obviously, you know what I would advise!"

His eyes locked on her chest as he spoke. "You are biased my dear, of course you want me to fire Tim."

"I don't want you to fire anyone," she replied, "But of course I'm going to do anything I can to ensure that Simon stays!"

So okay, you lecherous bastard, I've opened the door for you. You can't keep your eyes off my tits, and if stripping for you will secure Simon's position, then that's exactly what I'll do.

"Interesting!" Anthony chuckled, "Dutiful, I respect that. So you'll do anything to protect Simon's position in the company."

Helen nodded. "And I'll show my commitment, I'll always go one step further than Tim's wife."

Anthony Hope winked and leaned forward with a grin on his lips. "Believe it or not, Tim's wife told me that she'd blow me, outside, this evening!"

Helen grinned. "And did you collect?"

"I thought I might chat with you first my dearest Helen," he replied and stroked a fingertip down her cheek, "I never rush into anything... especially if there may be something much better on the horizon!"

"And if I can better her offer... Simon is secure... guaranteed?"

"Guaranteed... although I may ask to renegotiate from time to time!"

"From time to time?" Helen asked cautiously and saw his grin widen.

"Shall we say maybe every six weeks, No, let's agree on monthly?

"I think we can reach an agreement!" Helen smiled as his fingertip traced the outline of her nipple through the fabric of her evening dress."

"Better than a simple blow job?" he whispered.

"You get all of me...!" Helen winked, "All three holes, open access... one afternoon each month. And I get absolute proof of Simon's job security, a new contract drawn up guaranteeing him employment for... let's say the next five years!"

"Show me your tits, right here, right now... then stick your hand down the front of my pants and squeeze my cock, no hesitation, no worry about who sees you... and you have a deal!"

She hadn't glanced around, and she hadn't hesitated, and instantly reached up to release the top button that restrained her breasts. Three buttons later she tugged the fabric aside before reaching into the cups of her bra and scooping her breasts out to stand free, and with her nipples as hard as corks she proudly displayed her twin assets as she eased her hand down inside his boxers and began to stroke a much smaller cock than she had anticipated.

"Deal?" she whispered as his hands cupped her naked flesh.

"Deal!" he groaned as a warm flood spurted into her palm.