Beatriz doesn’t just close the deal, she closes in, and Natalie’s about to discover that the price of this contract is more than just money.

Part 4 — Her Signature, Her Surrender

by Mia Sumner

“Good girl.” Beatriz whispered. “Stop fighting it. Let’s go over our product line and pricing…” She began speaking, describing the various office supplies they offered, her voice hypnotic. Natalie tried to pay attention, but her eyes kept drifting back to Beatriz breasts and then down to her thighs, noticing the way her skirt hugged her hips, and how the silk of her stockings accentuated her toned legs.

Natalie didn’t even know how long she had been staring, but eventually Beatriz stopped speaking and Natalie looked up into Beatriz face, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I think it’s time to look at the contract now, Natalie, don’t you?” Beatriz asked.

She nodded. “Yes.” She whispered. Beatriz smiled and hopped off the table, moving to stand behind her. She felt the saleswoman’s hand on her shoulder.

“Good girl.” Beatriz said softly. It was demeaning to be talked down to this way and yet somehow Natalie let it happen.

“This contract will bind your office to a one-year agreement to purchase office supplies from our company. I’ll need you to sign at the bottom.” Beatriz whispered in Natalie’s ear, hot breath sending shivers down her spine. “It is more expensive than your current contract, but you’re going to pay it… aren’t you?” Natalie nodded, heart racing, guilt mixing with her arousal. “That’s a good girl.” Beatriz whispered, and Natalie got a thrill from the sound of it. “Just sign at the bottom.” She signed her name with a shaking hand, but even as she did, she knew it was a mistake.

“I thought you were going to be more of a challenge, Natalie, but it turns out you’re just like the weak men who make my job so easy.” Beatriz laughed softly, and Natalie squirmed as a strange mixture of shame and arousal warmed her body. “But I’m not a whore, I don’t fuck you, I just fuck your wallets.” Beatriz chuckled at her own joke, eyes gleaming with triumph. “Do you know what I’m going to do with the money I’m making off of you, Natalie?”

“What?” Natalie whispered, struggling to form the words.

“I’m going to buy myself a nice dinner, maybe some new shoes…”

Natalie glanced down at her feet and the shoes Beatriz was wearing, made of shiny, red leather with a wicked looking stiletto heel.

“That’s right, Natalie, every time I make a sale I buy some new shoes.” Beatriz dangled the shoe off her toes. “Next time I come in, I’ll be wearing the shoes you paid for.” She laughed again, and Natalie shivered, imagining her walking around in those sexy shoes, thinking about how she had given this woman the money to buy them.

“Now, let’s talk about that first order.” She said, moving back to the table and sitting down across from her, legs crossed, foot bouncing up and down.

“I don’t know if we can afford this.” Natalie said softly, but it was a half-hearted protest. She already knew she would agree.

Beatriz tilted her head to one side, the barest hint of a smile playing across her lips. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll be able to find the funds somewhere.” She replied. “You want me to come visit again, don’t you?”

As she spoke, she uncrossed her legs, letting her skirt slide up her thighs. Natalie’s eyes were immediately drawn to her legs, and she couldn’t stop herself from staring at the black panties underneath Beatriz’s skirt, clinging to her like a second skin. “We both know you’re going to pay, don’t we?”

Natalie’s nod was almost imperceptible, her mouth parched. Squirming in her chair, she could feel the heat, the wetness, her physical reaction to Beatriz’s teasing. She had never felt a need this intense before, a yearning that left her breathless. “Yes…” She gasped, her voice little more than a choked whisper, voice constricted with desire.

“Good.” Beatriz smiled in satisfaction. Nodding, she stood, picking up the manila folder full of papers.

Natalie stared up at her, her gaze drifting to her chest as she leaned over to hand her the contract, even now she couldn’t seem to help herself. “I’ll be back next week. I think there’s some… additional services you’re going to want to hear about, for a small charge, of course. For now, I’ll leave you to take care of… well…” Beatriz laughed softly. “See you soon.”

With a smug smile on her beautiful face, Beatriz walked away, swinging her hips seductively, leaving Natalie sitting flushed, breathless and confused in the conference room. She needed to calm down, she needed to understand what happened. She needed to… Natalie’s hand slipped between her thighs, brush against her damp panties.

She bit her lap, stifling a moan as her palm pressed against her crotch and the sensations flooded through her body. This was completely unprofessional. She’d never behaved this way before. Someone could come in at any time.

Images of Beatriz’s cleavage flashed through her mind, that sensual voice whispering to her, hints of chocolate, vanilla, and caramel still lingering in the room. Her hips pushed against the palm of her hand. Cursing, she pulled her hand away and pushed herself to her feet. Stumbling out of the conference room, she headed straight to the restrooms and into a stall.

Pulling her skirt and panties down, she sat and spread her legs, hand going with practiced familiarity to her pussy as she thought again of Beatriz. Those full red lips, the strong legs encased in dark, stockings. The lace of her bra peaking out from her blouse. Natalie’s fingers moved faster, seeking out her clit, teasing, it as Beatriz’s words echoed in her head. Weak. Desperate. The sound of the younger woman’s laughter as she so easily manipulated Natalie. The sensation of powerlessness as she submitted and signed.

Hurriedly clasping her free hand over her mouth, she gasped, eyes widening as her muscles tensed, and she came, a shameful little orgasm in the company restroom. A quick, unfulfilling climax that left her ashamed and uncertain. She sat there for she didn’t know how long, letting her breathing return to normal and trying to sort through what had just happened.

Finally, she left the stall and carefully washed her hands and face, trying to remove any evidence of what had just happened. On the way back to her office, Jackie stopped her, holding the signed contract. Her frown seemed even more disapproving than usual.

“Thank you.” Natalie said, grabbing the contract and walking quickly past her before Jackie could offer an opinion. As soon as she got there she closed the door, leaning against it.

What had she just agreed to? How much was this going to cost the company? What would she do when Beatriz came back? The way her eyes sparkled with mischief told Natalie that this game was not over. And somehow that though excited her more than anything had in years.

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