Business Negotiations

[darkstalker]

a new story I'm setting up. Vivian, a new agent at a law form gets set up to be traded to another firm for a merger. But what she's traded for is beyond what she could have ever expected. Pic included of how I imagine she looks. feel free to add any comments of what you'd like see happen to her!

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A BUSINESS NEGOTIATION


Ahmed taps his temple in frustration. Mr. Larson, the fat pudgy lout of a man who runs this worthless establishment is trying to convince him to merge his company with the man’s own. Ahmed did grant that perhaps Mr. Larson’s firm could be of use in keeping some of his “clients” out of jail with his length of workers in pertaining to legal issues. But...
There really seems to be nothing Mr. Larson can offer to draw his attention, and he already has associates with other firms like the Russians, that “can and do” offer him something of interest while keeping their shared clients out of jail. No. All that Mr. Larson offers are above the board and frustratingly legal luxuries. Ahmed slaps his hands on the table as Al’mar shakes his head, his fat lips shaking and beady eyes narrowed. Mr. Larson can’t offer much here. Sadly, it is a waste of time.
“Forgive me,” says Ahmed, “but I think we’ve spent enough time here Mr. Larson. While your firm is of decent repute I can’t see why my own should merge with it when there is little you can offer me.”
“Hold on,” says Mr. Larson, wiping the sweat from his brow. “What if we offer some tickets to the Carribean on an all expenses paid tour?”
“No Mr...” begins Ahmed.
A man next to Larson, thin with graying hair, buzzes the button on the table. “Bring the brochures in Vivian.”
“Look Mr. Larson. I..”
The door opens and a radiant woman strides in, rooting Ahmed’s tongue to the roof of his mouth. He can not help but gaze at her beauty. She has almond shaped eyes, a cute narrow face, long wavy black hair and most impressive of all, double D sized breasts. Her skin is of a light yellowish tint but near white like the Americans here. Her legs are long and shapely with nice wide hips. Good for a rough and brutal pounding. Ahmed pulls lightly at his goatee, considering.
“Here you are, Mr. Larson,” she says, handing the brochures to the fat man before turning and flashing her large rear as she turns away. It is nice and round Ahmed notes, probably with a good puckered anus good for the popping. The woman shuts the door roughly behind her, no doubt having noticed his unwanted attentions. He smiles, perhaps there is something he wants here after all. But will Mr. Larson give in?
Ahmed swallows slowly, licking his lips. “Who is that woman?” he asks.
Mr. Larson and the others smile. “That’s Vivian,” says the bespectacled associate next to him, gray hairs at his temples.
“And is she single?” asks Ahmed, sitting himself. He has never been with an Asian before, and fucking this one’s tight pussy would be well indeed. But it is always wise to make sure his “performers” never have any acquaintances they hold in contact with. Better safe rather then sorry.
“Yes, but I wouldn’t go there.”
“Vivian is all business,” says Mr. Larson. “She doesn’t have any boyfriends that we know of and keeps her mind on the task at hand. She’s cut herself almost completely from family ties or any distractions. She’s a great associate for us and the firm here.”
“Mm....” says Ahmed, tapping his chin. Very good, he thinks, she is already cut off so no cover stories really need be made when she disappears. The gears in his mind begin to turn as he considers what to do. “What do you think Al’mar?” he asks his assistant nonchalantly. “Will she be good enough?”
He knows the answer before even turning to the man. His assistant smiles a toothy grin. Ahmed can already see the dark thoughts running through his associate’s head. Most cruel thoughts he is sure. “Yes, most exceptionally.”
“I am sorry,” says Mr. Larson. “But I doubt she can meet for any personal service like that. She’s strictly business.”
“Could you do without her?” asks Ahmed.
“Yes, but...”
“Then it’s settled,” says Ahmed, already feeling his cock stiffen at the thought of plowing the Asian woman’s tight cunt. Oh how he’ll love slamming it into her tight body and hearing her scream. “I want your little Asian for myself. Give me the woman, and we will merge the companies together and add our assets to your own.”
“I doubt she’d be willing to do that...” says a flustered Mr. Larson, wiping his fat sausage hands together. Ahmed can tell he is interested but that this “Vivian” might be a problem for the pig himself.
“Mr. Larson,” says Ahmed in a grave tone. He needs to get across how serious this is. Should he risk it? For a piece of ass like that, it may be worth the price. “May we speak in private?”

Robert sighs, looking towards Ahmed. How can he express to the man that Vivian will never consent in meeting him for a private session for one on one sex or even to go out as an acquaintance? As much as he himself would like to have something with the woman, she is strictly business. But if he can maybe convince her for the good of the company...
Robert nods. “Neil. Wade. Some privacy for myself and Mr. Ahmed please?”
The men nod and quietly relinquish their seats, wiping their brows with handkerchiefs and loosening ties that feel too tight around their throats. The doors shut with what feels like a boom to Robert, leaving him in silence.
Ahmed turns to him, his goatee a sharpened black point, a scar running down his right eye leaving it looking pale. White streaks run through his hair but his mind is sharp as a knife and for the firm to progress Robert knows he needs the company to join with Sans and Associates.
“Alright, Mr. Ahmed. Maybe I can convince Vivian to try out a date of sorts with you, but I doubt it can...”
Ahmed shakes his head. “No. No, Mr. Larson. Who says we need her consent?”
“Excuse me,” says Robert, not fully sure what he is hearing. It sounds like these men think he can simply sell Vivian off as a bargaining chip. Like tickets to a cruise. Tempting as it is, he doubts Vivian will consent. And Ahmed can’t possibly be serious, can he?
“Mr. Larson,” says Ahmed, “though our firm has dealings with the legal practices, that is due also to our greater business venture. A certain type of film that many men pay many coins for. And we want your Vivian for that film. The next one we will be doing in fact. She is perfect. We have not had an Asian for our films and her race will bring a certain exotic charm to the franchise.”
Robert chuckles. So they want her for a porno film. Vivian will flat out refuse. “You’re pulling my leg. You can’t...”
Ahmed taps his associate on the shoulder. “Show him.”
As the man pulls out his laptop, and starts to boot the system Ahmed proceeds to speak. “You have been taking your relationship with Vivian incorrectly, Mr. Larson. She is not an associate. She is a set of holes to be used, flayed and degraded for the pleasure of men.”
“You can’t be serious,” says Robert, his heart pounding. This is more then a porno he is talking about, and it is highly illegal. His fists are clenching, palms becoming sweaty. He can feel his face paling and he has to wipe sweat from his brow as more starts to come down around his eyes.
Ahmed turns the computer, showing him a film with a blonde haired waitress serving the men. She does not seem to know she is being filmed and there are several scenes of shots beneath her skirt and into her blouse, focusing the image on her already ample bosom.
“She’s very beautiful,” says Robert. “But what does this have to do with Vivian? She’ll refuse to do this type of film. I couldn’t..”
The associate tosses him a paper. It is over two months old with stains from coffee and other debris on it. On the front page is the picture of a woman, but her face is distorted. The caption says “Unknown woman found in river. Police without leads.”
Robert looks closely and then back up at the video. He gasps. Though it is difficult to see, the woman is indeed the one in the video.
Robert’s face pales several shades more as he considers the meaning of this. It’s not simply a porno film then. “But...”
Ahmed clicks the image off and pops up another. One of the blonde now stripped of her clothes, arms tied over her head, a strip of cloth tied between her lips as she is whipped and lashed, her large breasts bouncing, a shriek echoing from behind the gag. Robert stares riveted, watching as her breasts bounce up and down, the sweat dripping off them.
Again, Ahmed switches the image to one where she is being pounded from behind by a large man with dark eyes. Tears stream down her eyes, her hair is dirty and matted, thick gobs of cum sliding down her face. Already he can see bruises across her face and chest.
The laptop closes and Ahmed stares at him. “So... Mr. Larson, do we have a deal?”
Robert leans back, his heart thundering. What Ahmed proposes is criminal. But without the funds from Ahmed the business won’t last very long. And Vivian “is” new. The firm can do without her. And without family or friends no one will even realize she’s gone. A few changes to the staff role and no one will even know she was even here. He taps his overly sized chin, thinking.
He sighs and nods. “Alright Ahmed. I’ll drop her off. But you’d better hold your end of the bargain.”

Ahmed smiles. He hadn’t been sure if the fat man would go for the deal, but these Americans, they always think with their wallets and not their hearts. Which works perfectly well for him. It’s how he wants them to think. It’s better for business that way.
He extends his hand towards Mr. Larson. “Then we have a deal Mr. Larson.” He takes Mr. Larson’s hand, squeezing tightly. “We will draw up the papers today and finalize them one week from now, when you bring your Asian whore to our establishment. Al’mar will provide the address, you bring her. We have a private room set up for her where we will meet.”
“Yes. Yes. Of course,” says a flustered Mr. Larson, his eyes going wide at the mention of the room. Ahmed smiles, grinning with his dirty teeth. The first noose is tied, now to wrap the others.
“Good.”
He leaves the pale man sweating on his chair and closes the door. As he exits he sees the woman and gives her the same dark grin, keeping his gaze on her large breasts. He extends his hand and the woman gives him a warm smile. Fake to be sure, but it’s all business.
“It is nice to meet you,” he says. “We shall be doing business soon. No?”
The Asian smiles. “Yes, our company will be greatly honored to have you on board. We will make Sans and Associates a firm to be reckoned with.”
“Yes, I imagine so,” Ahmed says, nodding and letting go of her soft hand. He notes that she subconsciously wipes it against the side of her jacket. It will be good to bruise that soft flesh with welts from his whip. “Until then.”

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As the warm liquid settles in her stomach, Vivian looks over towards Robert, Mr. Larson, who is finalizing the deal with Mr. Ahmed. They are inside a large palatial room, very spacious and almost empty. There are no windows in the room and the room itself is lighted by torches along the walls giving off an orange type light. A very medieval setting. She’d have thought for such an important meeting Ahmed would have used one of the grand master rooms in the upper hall. But men are men and he obviously wants to seem imposing and in control here. The only convenience the room offers is the bar she sits at, where Al’mar, Ahmed’s assistant, keeps her glass well and truly full. Thank goodness for small luxuries. It even has florescent lighting so she can see better.
As Vivian swirls the wine in her glass she looks towards the large stone phallus, as that is all it can possibly be she thinks, at the center of the room. It stands, a protrusion inside the center of the room, measuring about three feet or a little more in height.
Why Ahmed would want such a thing here where he does business is beyond her. She runs her free hand through her silky hair grimacing. Men, she thinks. All pigs. Except for Mr. Larson of course. He has been like a father to her ever since she left college and made it into the firm.
She glances at him and he nods, filling out the final pieces of paperwork. Sweat beads on his brow and he wipes it constantly with his handkerchief. He is red and flustered but he’d insisted Vivian enjoy herself. Vivian pulls out her own kerchief and dabs at her chest opening the top buttons on her blouse so she can breathe. It is hot as hell down here she thinks. She’s already undone the suit jacket she wore, opening it down the front and draping it over the seat behind her. Her black bra can almost be seen beneath the blouse, but the lighting might conceal it a bit. Her breasts press tightly against the wet material, her panty hose stretching with each movement she make. The black skirt she wears keeps riding up her legs and she has to push it down quickly to avoid sickening glances from Al’mar. The men are really pigs.
She supposes Ahmed has been courteous enough, and after she’d seen that she was to be kept away from the final deal process she’d taken a second drink. It surprises her really and she wonders why it is that she was called to be here now. It seems Mr. Larson is handling all the proceedings on his own, though he is sweating profusely and keeps glancing her way. She wishes to help but Mr. Larson keeps waving her back. So here she sits, waiting and bored and growing irritable as she notices the men watching her, giving her sick grins.
Crossing her legs she looks over all the men in the room. Aside from Ahmed there are five other men. Al’mar, his associate that never seems to leave his side and watches as he mans the bar. The man gives her a toothy grin, one of his front teeth missing. Vivian shudders and takes another sip from her glass.
Of the five men, aside from Ahmed, only three are truly prominent. There is Anton, a large Russian man, thick as a boulder with an equally large man next to him named Semen. An ironic name she thinks, but she isn’t one to judge. The twins run a Russian firm like Mr. Larson, dealing with international dealings. This is actually the firm Twin’s Peaks will merge with for Sans And Associates. But they run through Ahmed for the dealings.
The last three are black men. Caleb, a portly bald man with his two guards, Mitchell and Jackson. He deals more with the inner American dealings and is a trader of goods. Why he is here Vivian isn’t exactly sure. But he is animated in his hushed conversation while his two guards keep watch of Vivian, keeping her a good distance from the conversation.
Vivian looks back towards Robert and wonders why he brought her. When she’d first been called by him she was told that she was indeed necessary for the final dealing with Ahmed to merge the firms. She’d been ecstatic. Her work was paying off and here she was chosen to accompany Mr. Larson on this important venture. But she’d promptly been pushed aside as the men gathered in private without her.
So here she sat, at the bar with a giant phallus of marble at the center of the room almost taunting her. There are some crude instruments on the wall as well, whips mostly and some knives. But nothing of serious note that a collector might not have on their wall. Just that penis really bothers her. And perhaps the rack at the edge of one of the walls. What is it with men and torture? She sighs.
At least the room is filled with cameras. On each corner and on the hinges there seems to be cameras, active ones. So she is certain nothing can happen to her. After all, what kind of madman would film an assault on camera?
The leering gazes of the men would make her second guess that opinion but Robert wouldn’t bring her into something that would endanger her well being. She knows that.
So she sighs, oblivious to how her black skirt rides up her legs as she crosses them, her ample bosom pressed against the sheer fabric of her blouse. Let them stare. They’ll never touch her. As she finishes downing the glass she notices Ahmed and Robert, Mr. Larson she corrects herself, motioning to her.
She puts the glass down and walks over to them. “I need you to sign here,” says Mr. Larson, handing her the pen. “Just as a witness to the merger with Mr. Ahmed here.”
She takes the pen and signs off without thought. Handing the pen back she asks, “so are we leaving now?”
She doesn’t wish to be brusque, but the interior of this building with the closed off walls and that thing... are really getting to her.
“Almost,” he says. “I need to head back to the firm and collect some things, get it set up on our side for the merger.”
“Alright...” she says.
“Mr. Ahmed here has agreed to have you remain here and get an explanation of the merger from his end while answering any questions he may have. This is very important Vivian. So I’m trusting you with this.”
She is a bit flustered but nods. “Thank you sir. I’ll do my best.” So she’ll be the liaison for the company? Why hadn’t they included her in the negotiations then? It doesn’t matter, she’ll make sure to make the firm proud.
“Ahmed will adjust accommodations for you here, as you’ll probably stay the night. But don’t worry, you’ll probably be back tomorrow night by the evening.”
“Yes sir,” she says.
Robert stops, gazing at her for a good long time as if worried about something but turns away and is led out by one of the men. She watches him leave, the heavy doors shutting, latch coming down in place. The men don’t even bother escorting him out, instead locking the latch behind him. She sighs, very uncivilized.
“Alright,” she says, her heels clicking on the marble floor, echoing in the quiet room save for the heavy breathing and whisperings of the men. “Robert must have told you about the merger so you can explain your duties to our company to me and I’ll address any concerns you have.”
“It’s quite alright,” says Ahmed, shaking his head. “We’re pretty clear on the negotiations.”
“Then why am I here?” asks Vivian, a bit confused.
“Are the cameras ready?” Ahmed barks. Al’mar nods from behind the counter. “Good. Good,” says Ahmed, wringing his hands together, “Then we can let the festivities begin.”
“What festivities?” asks Vivian. “I’m hear as a business consultant. Not anything more. If you don’t have anything for ....”
“Why my dear,” says Ahmed, spreading his arms wide. “You are the festivities! And we intend to share you all night long!”

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