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The Art of Business Ch. 04
Life continues on, just as it always has. Priya’s days are much the same. She works at the office with increasing responsibilities. Even has her own office now. Its small, but private. Sometimes Sir Williams comes to fuck her in there. She sleeps in her flat. And, as always, she is regularly brought to Sir Williams home to sleep with him, with his wife, Julia, or more commonly both of them together. Now, it falls to a driver to take her there after work; Sir Williams spends less time at the office to take her home with him.
Julia still takes her out shopping, spending hundreds of pounds on Priya at the fancy boutiques she so likes to visit. There’s a hesitant friendship forming there, at least on Priya’s end. She likes the fact that Julia is very blunt about things, and that there’s no guessing to be had when it comes to what the older woman wants.
And alright, Priya likes the fact that she owns such expensive, fine things, too. It’s a nice change of pace, being able to put on dainty golden necklaces with diamond charms, pulling her hair back and holding it in place with fancy clips. She likes that, for the first time in Priya’s entire life, she isn’t struggling just to make ends meet.
Priya has a savings started up. Even a retirement. She always has indulgences in her kitchen. There are no bills she has to worry about. It’s almost nice, in a way, that things have unfolded this way. And, what sacrifices has she really made? Hasn’t she enjoyed what they have brought into her life?
Her new tasks at work seem far above her title, but Priya does as she’s told, always. She will repay what Sir Williams and Julia have done for her. That means that she signs the paperwork. She runs the occasional client meeting. She keeps the business running. But after a four-day absence from the office, when Sir Williams does finally return, she cannot help but go to his office.
She knocks on the door, waiting until he calls out, “Come in,” to push it open and step inside. Not wanting this to be a public affair, she makes sure to close it behind her – although she does not lock it. Sir Williams has long since stopped having her do that, even when they are actively fucking. Nobody ever interrupts.
He smiles at her. “This is a surprise, Priya. What do I owe this visit?”
“I had a question for you, sir,” says Priya. She goes to sit down in the chair on the opposite side of Sir Williams desk. “I hope that this does not come off as too crass or anything like that. I just – wanted to ask about…the new work I’ve been doing.”
Sir Williams raises his brows at her. “What about it?”
“I just know that it’s very difficult work. Things I haven’t been well trained for,” says Priya. She doesn’t want to seem as if she’s contradicting her employer’s decision, but she wants to make sure that he’s aware of the fact that she’s not fully confident in herself.
Much to her pleasure, he doesn’t seem even a little irate at the question. Instead, he gives her a comforting smile and reaches out, pressing his hand to the top of Priya’s wrist. “You don’t need to worry about that, Priya. I have complete faith in you.”
“Oh. I appreciate that, Sir. I suppose that I am just worried I’ll mess something important up. It’s not really the work that an assistant would usually do.”
“No, it’s not. But you’re more than just an assistant, aren’t you? I realize that it hasn’t been made official yet, but I’m sure we can get around to that shortly. You do deserve another title, considering all that you do for me.”
Priya says, “Please don’t think that I was – fishing for a promotion, sir! I just wanted to ask, I suppose, about what you’ve been having me do.”
“It’s the right job for you,” says Sir Williams. “I have full faith in that. All you need to do is listen to me and my wife, do as your told, and show up to work on time. Three things that we already know you excel at. I’m sure that everything else will fall into place for you easily enough.”
Priya nods. She goes to stand up but he still has a hold of her wrist.
“One more thing,” says Williams.
Priya sits back down. “Yes, sir?”
“I’m going to Dubai tomorrow to conclude negotiations with our sister firm. I would like you to come with me.”
“To Dubai?”
“Yes. I was going to tell you later, but since you are already here. We’ll leave tomorrow morning. I would let you have the rest of this evening off of course, so that you’re able to pack and get ready, and it is optional, I suppose,” says Williams. “But I highly encourage you come with us. It’s going to be a good chance for you to see how things are going to play out with such a large deal. How things work on an international scale.”
It’s optional. A lot of things are optional.
But Priya knows that choosing to stay here will only make her employer disappointed. It will only result in all of Priya’s hard work back sliding. And she has gone through too much, endured too much, and learned too much to allow that to happen.
So, she responds as porno izle she is expected to: “If you let me know what time I’ll be picked up, I will make certain to be waiting outside for you.”
“That’s a good girl,” says Williams, with another smile. He finally releases Priya’s wrist, leaning back so he can sit more comfortably in his own chair. “The driver will pick you up at nine o’clock sharp, morning.”
Just as he said, Sir Williams allows Priya to go home early that day. It feels strange being home when there’s no sun setting outside the window. She’s almost never home this early and is quite uncertain what she should be bringing with her. Priya has not been to Dubai before, and she wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon. It’s an Islamic country. So, a conservative one, but her collection of clothes – the clothes she has been given – are far from conservative. Perhaps there are leniencies for foreigners. At least rich ones. Still, she tries her best to pack everything that she might possibly need. Priya takes a long, hot bath to celebrate her early evening, stretching out languidly in the tub. She touches herself gently – far gentler than the hands that normally grab at her and grope her. Fingers slide over her breasts and her stomach. She lets them flutter under the water, gently stroking at her own womanhood.
Priya finds that she doesn’t really want to get herself off, however. She knows without a doubt that Sir Williams will use her well in the following days. So, she contents herself with simply enjoying the warm waters lapping at her skin, eventually getting out and wrapping herself up in a soft bathrobe. She has a glass of wine before she goes to bed and gets up early enough the next morning that she can do her hair before she goes down to wait.
The black chauffeured Mercedes pulls up in front of her flat. She slides into the back seat with Sir Williams. The drive to the airport is surprisingly quiet. The driver knows the nature of their relationship. She has been touched enough in the car in front of him now. The first time had been confusing. Embarrassing. But the driver had kept his eyes on the road. He was well trained, too. Soon, Priya finds herself bustled off to the plane in question. It’s a very large, very expensive private corporate jet.
Sir Williams explains to her, “I didn’t think either of us wanted to fly commercial. It’s much discreet to have something like this, don’t you think?”
Priya wouldn’t call it homey, actually. It’s far too lavish for that. It’s not like any plane that Priya has ever seen before. There are several lush seats, and at the back of the plane, there’s even a large bed with sheets like they have in their home. There don’t appear to be any other passengers. It’s just her and Sir Williams; not something unusual, but one that she hadn’t expected. Such an important business trip and only her to accompany him. Not even Julia.
A stewardess appears from one of the back sections of the plane, stepping out from behind the curtain. She’s wearing a low-cut blouse that reveals the expanse of pale cleavage and tight-fitting black slacks that emphasize her curves, something that’s clearly custom to her employ for Sir Williams. She smiles at them both, “Welcome back, Sir. It’s a pleasure to have you flying with us today.”
“Thank you, Clara. You look wonderful, my love. Be a dear and fetch us something to drink. Cold, alcoholic. Lube as well,” he says with a chuckle. Priya’s eyes grow wide in shock.
The stewardess, Clara, must be used to that sort of command, though, as she doesn’t even bat an eye before saying, “Of course. I’ll be back with it right away.”
While Clara goes about getting the requested items, Williams leads Priya over to the nearby bed. She sits down on the edge of it.
He tells her, “I think a drink will do before we get down to business. Don’t you think?”
Priya nods, obediently. They loiter there for a few minutes, until the stewardess returns with a tray. It contains a large packet of lube and two glasses, each one filled with a cold, pale pink drink and frozen strawberries. The rims of the glasses are crusted in sugar.
“Strawberry martinis, sir,” explains Clara. She sits the tray down on the foot of the bed and waits for instructions.
“I think that a toast is in order,” says Sir Williams. “To celebrate how far you’ve come in things so far.”
Priya picks up her glass. They clink them together, sugar crystals falling onto the bed. It’s a crisp, cold drink, with a sharp alcohol tang. The strawberries crunch on the back of Priya’s teeth. The liquor burns on the way down.
She drinks it all anyway and then looks to Sir Williams and then Clara, who remains attentive. He grins, “Clara, dear. Have a seat. I want you to watch.”
Priya’s eyes grow wide, and she looks to Sir Williams. He merely smiles. Priya doesn’t really have a reason to be shocked or embarrassed any more. Not with everything that has happened. This will be the game this time.
Clara nods and moves to turn a seat to face them. pornhub She primly rests her hands on crossed legs, while Sir Williams leans back to watch the show. Priya begins to get undressed.
As he always does when his wife isn’t around, Sir Williams merely unhooks the front of his slacks and pulls himself free. He gives her the lube and tells her, “Let me see you work.”
Priya settles back down on the bed so she’s facing her boss. She casts a glance at the expressionless Clara and tears open the packet of lube, spreads her legs, and slips a hand between her thighs. She’s gotten much better at putting on a show, playing with her clit between fingering herself.
When she puts two fingers into her womanhood, he tells her, “One more.”
She rests back on her elbows, adding a third finger into the mix. Priya does not try to be quiet. She spreads her legs, curling her fingers and stroking at her inner walls. Her body flushes with pleasure, chest heaving as she lets out a soft trilling moan.
Sir Williams watches her for a few minutes before gesturing a halt. “That’s enough. Good girl.”
He settles himself on the bed, propped up against the wall. Priya obediently climbs into his lap. She looks to see that Clara is no longer as prim as before. She has leaned back into the seat, her chest heaving. Her flash is flushed.
Priya doesn’t need to be given an order to know that he wants her to ride him. Priya settles her hands on his shoulders, slowly lowering herself down onto his thick cock. He leans forward and kisses her, sucking dark marks onto the side of her neck, nipping at the curve of her throat. Then taking a breast into his mouth.
Priya sets a quick pace, bouncing in his lap. She looks at Sir Williams before a quick glance at Clara. The woman is biting her lower lip. A hand cupping a breast. The two women stare at each other. Priya is the first to break away. She turns back to Sir Williams who is grinning.
The sound of skin against skin seems to echo in the empty, vast chamber of the corporate jet. She thinks distantly of a joke about the Mile High Club that she heard once but is quickly brought back to the present when Sir Williams reaches around, gropes her ass, and then gives it a firm slap. The clap of palm to rounded flesh is a shock, more so the way that the stinging pain just pushes Priya’s pleasure even higher.
She’s embarrassed by the hearty moan that she gives. Her body shudders, stomach twisting even tighter as her orgasm creeps ever closer.
“There we go,” breathes Sir Williams. “I knew you’d like that.”
He gives her ass another sharp slap, then a third, right after. Priya’s hips jerk, stuttering at the way pleasure coils in her.
“Will this make you cum?” Sir Williams asks it the same way one might ask about the weather.
“Please,” whines Priya. “Sir… uh… Jonathan!”
That is the first time she has used his first name. It slips out unbidden.
Sir Williams groans. “Fuck. I like how you say my name.” He gropes at her rear, squeezing the reddened flesh before giving it another slap. “Say it again.”
“Jonathan.”
Priya slumps forward, pressing herself up against his chest. She’s riding him in shallow rolls of the hips now, legs trembling so badly she can hardly lift herself on them. Rather than take control as he’s so wont to do, Jonathan continues to swat at her at increasingly odd intervals.
When Priya cums, it’s in the wake of particularly sharp swat. Her whole body goes tight, the clenching muscles and the wanton sounds she makes more than enough to help push him over the edge after her.
She slumps forward against him, panting into the side of his neck.
He strokes a hand over her back, tracing circles into her dark skin. “Don’t you worry, Priya. Rest all you want. We still have the rest of the flight to Dubai to entertain ourselves.”
As she plays with his grey chest hair, he turns to the stewardess. “Don’t be shy. Come join us, my dear.”
They spend the remainder of the flight fucking. Sometimes Clara watches, sometimes she joins in. Twice he has Priya watch him fuck her. Once he watches them fuck. Clara is beautiful, So different from her and from Julia. Tall. Pale skin, pale pink nipples. Everything so fair and lovely. She is thin, more runway model than swimsuit covergirl. The only curves the breasts that seem just a little too large for her long frame.
There’s a washroom at the end of the plane. Priya is allowed to spend nearly an hour in it getting ready for their landing, redoing her hair and making herself presentable for the airport. She is surprised by how busy the main console is when they land, but an attendant guides them through a private terminal. They are swept off into a black SUV and, from there, to the hotel where she’ll be staying.
In Dubai, Priya is given her own hotel room. She can’t imagine how much it must have cost. There’s a king-sized bed with lavish, purple sheets and too many pillows. The bathtub has a built in jacuzzi, and sliding glass porno 64 doors open up onto a balcony with a fantastic view of the city. It’s roughly the same size as her corporate flat back home, with all the amenities. Microwave, coffee maker, fridge. Though, the room service makes them superfluous. Anything and everything that she could ask for.
During their evening dinner, Sir Williams tells her, “I’ll be busy with negotiation for a while. You should just enjoy the trip for the time being. I am certain that there’s going to be plenty here that you can do to entertain yourself.” She is surprised she isn’t going to be attending the meetings. He has brought her for another purpose.
And so Priya is left on her own to relax and enjoy the vast, sprawling city of Dubai. She spends most of the first day in the hotel, enjoying the amenities that are offered for those staying on its grounds. On the second day, she decides to go out for breakfast. She sits at an open-air table at the restaurant’s front, enjoying watching people pass her by as she sips at her coffee. She is surprised that she feels suffocated in the conservative dress required in the city.
Priya has only been sitting for a few minutes when a man approaches her. He’s clearly not a local with short salt and pepper hair pushed back away from his face and the dark of a five o’clock shadow across his chin and cheeks. It takes a moment for her to realize it’s the man for the park. The man who sits and reads like clockwork when she goes for her walks.
“Hello.” He slides into the chair across from Priya.
She gives him a nervous smile. “Hello? I’m sorry, I… What are you doing in Dubai? This is -.”
“Not a mere coincidence Miss Priya. I’m Anthony Bartone.”
“Uh… Okay.”
“I am with the FBI.”
Priya looks around as surprise turns to shock and then to confusion. FBI?! “Okay. And, you are here to see me?”
“Yes. But, regarding your employer, Jonathan Williams.”
“Oh.” Priya’s frown deepens. Her food and drink are forgotten as a knot begins to form in the pit of her stomach. “I don’t understand.”
“I am with a department that investigates organized crime. Money laundering. That sort of thing. I am here to investigate the man you’re currently working for.”
“Sir Williams?” Priya curls both hands around her cup of coffee, bringing it closer to her to try and gain some semblance of comfort. When she was planning out her routine for the day, this was never something that she thought might be even remotely possible.
“That’s correct,” says Andrew. “We’re investigating Sir Williams and his company. And we need your help.”
Priya shakes her head. “My help? I don’t know -“
“Please don’t make me call you a liar, Priya. We know you and Jonathan Williams are close.” He leans forward. His expression turns grim as he pulls out a small tablet and shows it to her. On the screen is a photography of her in the car with Sir Williams. They are kissing. His hand is cupping her bare breast. “Very close. Its why I am coming to see you here, in Dubai. And, not in London.”
Priya swallows, licks her lips, and shakes her head as he stares at the image.
“I have others. Would you like to confirm they, are you?”
Priya shakes her head.
“You don’t need to do too much for us. It’s very easy. You just need to help us with this one little thing,” says Andrew. He lays the tablet on the table, leaving the image in clear view. Priya looks around. At least no waiter is coming. He pulls a thumb-drive out of his pocket, sliding it over to her. She barely looks at it. The screen on the tablet blackens to sleep. “Do you know what this is?”
Priya nods focusing on the thumb-drive in the man’s hand.
Anthony continues, “We want you to plug this into Sir Williams’ laptop when you return to the London office.”
“I can’t do that,” says Priya, shaking her head. Her hand is quivering. Her chest heaving. She can’t breathe.
“You can,” says Anthony. He snaps his fingers to draw her attention to him. “Or when we finally come down on him, which we will, you’ll be arrested too.” He taps the tablet. “And, well, images like this tend to become a part of public record pretty quick.”
Fear settles in Priya’s chest, the knot in her stomach pushing up in the base of her throat. The sheer thought of going to prison is enough to make her hands shake. And the pictures. She tries to take a sip of her coffee, but it sloshes over the rim of her mug and she has to put it back down.
Anthony slides the thumb-drive closer to her. “Take this with you. Don’t lose it. This is the only out that you’re going to get, is that understood?”
“You don’t have any jurisdi -“
He cuts her off. “Don’t worry about that. We have the necessary cooperation from the right authorities.”
Priya nods as the meager gambit she knows to mention fails. She carefully picks up the thumb-drive and slides it into her purse. “I understand.”
“Say it back to me.”
“Plug it into his computer when we get back to London.”
“That’s correct,” says Anthony. He stands up, patting the top of the table as if he’s just a friend that’s stopped by for a chat. “That’s good. I don’t think that I have to tell you not to say anything to Williams, do I? That should be obvious.”
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