Natalie wanted to cancel, but Beatriz’s “seduction clause” involves stilettos and a very personal demonstration. Will Natalie submit to close the deal?

Part 6: The Seduction Clause

by Mia Sumner

Natalie fidgeted and glanced at the time again. Beatriz should be here by now. Why was she late, was she not coming? It disturbed her just how eager she was to see the young saleswoman again, even though she was dreading how the meeting would go.

The nervous feeling had been growing in her all day. She had left her office door open and every time she head the front door open, she sat up straighter in her chair, listening closely, only to be disappointed. The only good thing about it is that it had distracted her enough, there had been no visits to the restroom.

Finally, she heard Beatriz’s distinctive sultry voice greeting Jackie and Jackie’s surprisingly warm response to her. In the entire time Natalie had worked here, she couldn’t remember Jackie ever taking a liking to anyone. Beatriz really was irresistible. What was taking so long though, why was Jackie being so chatty instead of just showing her through?

Finally, the door opened and Beatriz, strolled in, her hips swaying sensually. Natalie shot to her feet, unable to conceal her eagerness. Beatriz lips quirked in that familiar smirk, as she sat in the chair opposite to Natalie, crossing her legs so that her short, black skirt rode up her thighs.

“You’d better close the door.” She said, although she could easily have done that herself. Natalie stared at her, this was her chance to assert some authority and regain control.

“I just thought you might rather our discussion was private.” Again that smirk from Beatriz.

Natalie shivered at the thought of anyone in the office hearing this particular conversation. She walked, slowly, over to the door and shut it. Somehow, Beatriz always knew what to do to put her on the back foot. This had to stop.

Returning to her seat, Natalie took a deep breath, trying not to look at Beatriz. Trying to ignore that familiar and seductive scent which was filling the room.

“I… I need to cancel the contract.” She said, and the words rushed out of her. “It’s too expensive. We have another contract. We certainly can’t afford both.” Beatriz sat for a moment, listening calmly, showing no signs of anger or even irritation.

“Do you like my shoes?” She asked, wiggling her foot to draw Natalie’s attention to the shiny, black, stilettos. “I bought them after you signed the contract. I’m not returning them.” Natalie swallowed, her eyes following the movement of Beatriz foot.

“You’re already getting a discount, Natalie. The product is excellent quality isn’t it?”

Natalie nodded, reluctantly.

“And of course you’re getting my personal attention.” There was just the slightest stress on the word personal. “You like my attention, don’t you?”

Natalie shifted uncomfortably in her chair. She felt trapped by Beatriz gaze and unable to deny what she was saying.

“You were so eager to see me.” Beatriz smirked again. “Have you been thinking about me a lot? Be honest.”

Natalie nodded again, her face flushing red as she confessed this, hoping that Beatriz wouldn’t ask her what sort of thoughts she had been having.

“Is that the only thing you’ve been doing?”

Natalie could feel her cheeks heat up further. Surely the younger woman didn’t expect her to say out loud what she had been doing. And yet, she found herself nodding her head.

“Good girl. Now, spread your legs.”

Natalie blinked, tongue flicking across her lips in a nervous gesture. Her mind screamed that she must stop this, should not do as she was being instructed. And yet, almost against her will, her legs parted. Slowly sliding wider and wider apart. Beatriz smile grew larger as she savored another victory.

“Those are such cute white panties, Natalie.” Beatriz’s voice grew huskier and her scent, that intoxicating mix of caramel, vanilla, and chocolate, slowly enveloped Natalie who splayed her legs even wider. “And such a big, damp patch. Is that for me? Have you been thinking about me?” There was a tinge of mockery in the voice now, making Natalie’s face heat up as she nodded.

“Thinking about me instead of your husband? What were you thinking, Natalie? Were you thinking about my body, about the things you’d like to do to me? Were you thinking nasty lesbian thoughts?”

Leaning in, Beatriz pulled her chair a little closer to Natalie, giving her another glimpse of her cleavage and the lacy black bra underneath her blouse. Natalie, squirmed, staring, her legs still wide open.

Beatriz stretched out her leg, placing her shoe clad foot on the chair between Natalie’s thighs. The saleswoman’s foot was so close to her, but not touching, not quite.

“You have a reputation Natalie,” Beatriz relaxed back in her chair, her long smooth leg extended, foot still resting between Natalie’s crotch. “You’re a strong businesswoman, a tough negotiator. I thought I’d be facing a real challenge.”

Natalie dropped her eyes, focusing instead on Beatriz’s smooth thighs, her heart racing and the situation spiraled rapidly out of control.

“Are you ready to discuss this month’s supply order?” Beatriz teased, wiggling her shoe from side to side. Natalie struggled to find her voice, but then she felt Beatriz shoe pressing ever so gently against her crotch.

She couldn’t help herself, hips thrusting forward, eager for more contact with that shoe, the pressure sending pleasure through her body. A soft moan slipped from between her lips.

“Such a strong woman.” Beatriz mocked. “Humping my shoe.” Natalie’s face grew redder, her hips thrusting forward again and again. “You want me to visit you again, don’t you?”

Natalie nodded, hips rocking, pushing against Beatriz’s shoe, shame mingling with the growing pleasure. Beatriz’s smile oozed satisfaction.

“I think you should double the paper order, don’t you?” She asked. Natalie’s eyes went wide and she shook her head. There was no way the budget could afford that.

Beatriz pulled her foot back, frowning. “I’m sure you can make it work, can’t you?” Natalie’s hips thrust forward again, but Beatriz foot stayed out of reach, her from morphing into a smirk at Natalie’s obvious desperation.

“Cancel your other contract. Double your order with me.” Beatriz foot pushed forward again and Natalie’s body reacted instinctively, humping against the leather shoe.

Beatriz leaned forward, smirking, watching as Natalie, red-faced, kept humping. “I want a new pair of shoes, Natalie.” She whispered. “So you’re going to pay.” Natalie moaned, her body on automatic, thrusting and humping desperately.

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