The client spoke to Pamela Harris. “I sent you a copy of my video presentation. Were you able to watch it before this meeting?”
“Yes,” she answered. It had been terribly boring, a complete waste of her time. But the customers were always right, weren’t they?
“I wanted to show you,” the client said, “just how effective Trancegenix’s new embedded communications technology really is.”
Pamela was a professional; it was easy to show interest. “Do go on,” she said.
“For example, what did you think of Trancegenix Directive One?”
What? Whoah…!
It was like the blood was leaving her head and rushing to her belly, which was getting warm and loose. It was a good thing she was sitting down. Why was this happening, in a middle of a client meeting? She had to keep her cool, no mater how slutty she felt – and right now she felt seriously slutty.
“I think – I think it can be very effective.” There. She said that almost normally.
“It most certainly is. You are feeling the effects yourself, aren’t you?”
Her heart was pounding. Her pussy was dripping. She wanted the client to stop talking and fuck her. “Yes, I am.”
“I hope you are ready, then,” the client said, “for Trancegenix Directive Two.”
It was like a bomb going off between her legs, shocking her with a wave of pleasure that radiated outward through her entire body. Another wave followed, and another. Pamela completely lost her composure. She moaned and gasped, while the waves of pleasure continued and then subsided.
“What? What just happened?”
“Trancegenix’s proprietary embedded communications technology happened, Ms. Harris. And we want your firm to help us bring it to market….”
Ohhhhh…Christina Hendricks, right?