Doing it for My Bosses………………PART 1

"Well, I think if we offer them two and a quarter million they will insist on three and we can come back with a firm two and a half," Ibrahim said, walking to the large window overlooking the pool area.

"Yeah, that's been our target all along," Ikenna added. "What if they balk at two and a half?"

"We walk. There's other property in Portharcourt," Ibrahim replied.

The two investors had spent forty eight hours in Calabar scoping out a piece of land they had heard about the month before. From the suite of a luxury hotel, they attempted to finalize their approach to the seller. They were fairly new to the business and their small company needed this—plus a couple other opportunities—to make a splash and bring in new patrons.

Ibrahim was thirty eight; Ikenna thirty five. They were single, rich, and well known for their love of good parties. Ibrahim was taller, more athletic and a risk taker. Ikenna was the thinker and planner. The plan was to retire at fifty. This trip to Portharcourt was key to those plans.

Ibrahim stared down at the young mothers at the pool, but his mind was working on money.

"That Ugonna dude seemed like an easy target," he said. "I don't think he'll turn down two and a half million Naira."

"What was the history of the sales of the land around it again?" Ikenna asked.

"Oh, I had that in the binder," Ibrahim said, turning back into the room and gazing around. "Where'd we put that?"

Ikenna rummaged through a stack of things on a table nearest the couch. Ibrahim did the same to a pile on a chair.

"Shit," Ibrahim exclaimed.

"We couldn't have left that in Abuja, could we?" Ikenna said with a hint of disgust.

"Damn it. We must have. We have to have that binder, Ikenna."

"I know. I know," Ikenna said. "We'll have it shipped, I guess."

Ibrahim was back at the window, pacing. A moment of silence passed, and then he looked at Ikenna with a wry grin.

"We need it tomorrow," Ibrahim said calmly. "But what time tomorrow is not a big deal. We can have it driven down from Abuja I suppose. That's maybe six and a half hours plus rest stops and food."

"Driven? By who?" Ikenna asked.

Ibrahim's grin returned. He said, "I think that's a task for Uduak."

Ikenna looked puzzled. "Why Uduak? She hasn't been in on this project."

"So what?" Ibrahim blurted. " What difference does that make driving a fucking binder from one city to another? She's not tied up on anything else and it won't kill her to spend a few days in beautiful Calabar."

"She's been with us less than a month, Ibrahim. I think her training with Ajoke is more important than a few days in Portharcourt," Ikenna argued.

Ibrahim rolled his eyes. "God damn it, Ikenna. Be creative for once in your life. Is there anybody else in the office you'd rather see at the pool or at one of the clubs around here than Uduak? She's what...twenty three? Single? Gorgeous?"

Ikenna paced the floor accepting the verbal lashings from his partner.

"Alright. Send her down," Ikenna said grudgingly. "God knows she's better looking than you."

Ibrahim was already sending the e-mail with instructions for Uduak to get the binder, pack for three days, and arrive by five the next afternoon.

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Uduak was hired by Ibrahim and Ikenna with the future in mind. She was a recent graduate, with honors, earning a Bachelor's degree in marketing. The men were going to need a company spokesperson when they expanded and, dealing primarily with older men in their transactions, it seemed logical to hire a young, beautiful woman.

Her long, brown hair framed a faultless face. Her body and legs were perfectly proportioned. Uduak was shy by nature, but not averse to taking risks when necessary. They interviewed nobody else after Ibrahim saw her.

"What should I pack, Ajoke?" Uduak asked her closest friend at work when the e-mail arrived.

"Do you want to work here for a while or not?" the middle-aged Ajoke asked her.

"Well, yeah."

"Then I'd suggest the smallest bikini you own...if you don't own one, buy one tonight...and shorts, t-shirts...tank tops especially, oh...and a short dress," Ajoke directed her. "Ibrahim loves short dresses."

"Am I going to Calabar for a party or for work?" Uduak said with a perplexed stare.

"Kind of both. This trip may be more important than you think," Ajoke said.

"Whatever. But I don't get it," Uduak admitted.

"You will," was Ajoke's reply.

Uduak had all day the following day to 'get it.' By the time she was checked into her room at four o'clock, she had made up her mind exactly how she was going to handle the unexpected predicament she found herself in. She would be professional first, playful when appropriate, and cautious always.

They were lofty ambitions and utterly contrary to Ibrahim's intentions, as Uduak would quickly find out.

With the precious binder in hand, she made her way to Ibrahim's suite. Before knocking she glanced down at her sleeveless blouse and shorts to make any final adjustments. She took a deep breath and tapped lightly on the door.

"You made it! Come on in, Uduak," Ibrahim said with a wide smile when the door opened.

"Good day, Mr. Ikenna," Uduak said when she saw him on the couch.

"Hi, Uduak. Good drive down?" he asked.

Uduak shrugged. "Long, but no problems."

Ibrahim stood next to her. "Sorry about you having to do this, but we absolutely had to have that file and when it came down to having some UPS dude bring it or you, we thought you might like a short working vacation."

"Thanks," she said. "Whatever you need me to do, let me know."

"Oh, we will. Have a seat," Ibrahim told her.

They chatted for half an hour before Ibrahim suggested they meet for dinner at six in the hotel restaurant.

"Then we'll see what's open in the area," he said. "You'll have to tell us what music you will and will not tolerate, Uduak."

She laughed nervously and said, "Whatever you choose is fine, I'm sure."

Her first attempt at being professional brought a smile to Ibrahim and Ikenna's faces.

Back in her room, Uduak looked into the closet and considered Ajoke's advice. She reached for her newest dress, a black form-fitting halter top with a flared bottom. It almost reached her knees and may not have met Ajoke's requirement of being ultra-short, but it was the first night. She had shorter ones if the need to be playful arose.

The choice was met with approval by the men when they reassembled outside the restaurant. Dinner was served and eaten leisurely while the threesome talked. Uduak began to recognize the dominance of Ibrahim over the more sedate Ikenna, but she herself was more from Ikenna's mold and was somewhat attracted to, or at least intrigued by, the quieter man. This feeling was enforced during the couple of hours they spent at a nearby club. Because of Ibrahim's habit of staying on the floor even after Uduak quit, she ended up sitting alone with Ikenna quite a bit.

Close to midnight, they returned to the hotel. Ikenna was quick to head for his own room. But Ibrahim turned to Uduak and said, "Do you mind if we talk for ten minutes? I want to explain what we'll need tomorrow, and maybe beyond."

"Sure. Not too long, though," Uduak requested. "It was a long day."

"Of course," Ibrahim assured her as they entered his suite.

To reinforce her appeal, Uduak remained standing when Ibrahim began to explain.

"Tomorrow we are meeting in here with the guy who owns the property we want to buy," he said. "He has other properties we'd also be interested in, depending on how much he'll deal with us. This guy is really important to us, and to our future."

Uduak nodded.

"If you are willing, Uduak, you can play a major role in this transaction. One that will benefit all of us a great deal," Ibrahim said, standing close by Uduak's side.

"Oh? I thought I was on vacation?"

"I believe I said working vacation," Ibrahim said quickly. "It's always your choice. You can head back to Abuja at any time."

His tone made it clear to Uduak which he would prefer.

"What are my choices?"

Ibrahim said, "I'd like you to be in here when we meet with Ugonna. He may need incentive to consider our offer, or he may want to celebrate afterwards. I think you showed tonight that you can entertain very nicely."

Uduak nervously played with her necklace. "Define entertain," she finally said.

Ibrahim smiled and stepped closer to Uduak, facing her. He put his hands on her sides.

"You are much better looking than Ikenna and me, Uduak. I'm sure Ugonna would enjoy having you around. You could pay him special attention if the occasion came up," Ibrahim said in his most charming voice.

Uduak may have preferred Ikenna's personality, but she could never deny Ibrahim's good looks and appeal. She nearly forgot what he was asking her to do as she looked into his eyes.

"Came up?" she almost whispered. "The occasion or Ugonna?"

Ibrahim's hands slid in front of her dress, tracing the bottom of her breasts with his fingers.

"Ugonna," Ibrahim said. "Just like you're doing to me now."

His fingers explored the front of Uduak's dress and stopped when he felt her nipples under the thin material. Her eyes never left his. Uduak let one hand travel to the front of his pants.

"And then what would you want me to do?" Uduak asked, her hand finding the outline of his erection.

"Whatever you think is appropriate to help close the deal," he replied.

Ibrahim's right hand slipped inside the deep neckline of Uduak's dress and touched the soft flesh of her breast. Her fingers applied more pressure to his cock. Ibrahim squeezed her nipple and rolled it between his fingers, resulting in a sudden gasp escaping Uduak's mouth.

Both of Uduak's hands were on his pants, pulling down the zipper and frantically reaching for his cock. As she drew it out, Ibrahim lifted the shoulder straps of her dress off her shoulders and let them fall down her arms, exposing the bulk of her breasts. Uduak hastily withdrew her arms from the dress and let her breasts become fully exposed. Then she dropped to her knees.

Ibrahim's cock was long and thick and throbbing. Uduak no longer thought about her future with Ibrahim's company, or Ugonna and his land. All she cared about was the incredible cock in front of her that waited for her touch and kisses and tongue.

She ran her fingers up the underside of the cock before loosely wrapping her hand around it. Uduak felt the warmth of Ibrahim's blood pulsing through the blue veins. She kissed the hard, pink tip.

Uduak tilted her head and allowed her tongue to glide over the bottom and side of the cock. She felt it twitch. She spread her lips and placed them around the head of Ibrahim's shaft. She pushed forward as slowly as she could, despite her excitement, and let the cock slide inside her mouth inch by inch.

Just before she felt her lips touch his balls, the cock struck the back of her throat. She'd never had anybody this large and wondered what it would feel like in her pussy. Then she began to let him fuck her mouth, with his hand gently on the top of her head.

Uduak considered herself pretty good at oral sex and enjoyed it very much, but she put extra effort into pleasing Ibrahim, realizing once again the importance of her short stay in Calabar. As a result, her normally active tongue and delicate fingers worked overtime. She sucked him and stroked him until the first drops of precum delivered their salty treat to her tongue. Uduak heard Ibrahim's first groan of delight since she started the blowjob and it only made her more anxious to please him.

She put her hands on his ass and let him use her mouth as hard and fast as he wanted to. Uduak fought the urge to rub her clit, but she knew that she could cum within seconds if given the chance. Not this time, however. This was all about Ibrahim and auditioning, perhaps, for Ugonna.

"God, Uduak. That feels so good."

Ibrahim's voice surprised her amid the relative quiet of their short session so far.

"Just like that," he continued. "I'm almost there."

'Oh shit,' Uduak thought to herself. 'I better figure out what I'm going to do.'

The decision was normally simple: she would swallow everything he offered. Then Ibrahim made the choice for her.

"I want to cum on your breasts," Ibrahim said in a more desperate tone. "Now, Uduak. I'm almost...oh God!"

She quickly took the cock in her hand and held it directly over her breasts. Uduak gripped it tightly and pumped as fast as her arm would move. She looked up and met Ibrahim's eyes gazing down. He grimaced, arched his back, and groaned loudly.

"Yes! Yes!" he cried out.

The first shot of cum splattered against Uduak's chest. The next couple she directed onto her breasts. Stream after stream poured from Ibrahim's cock. It got on Uduak's hand and acted as a lubricant as she masturbated him harder. His moans filled the suite even as the last drops of cum fell between her breasts.

Uduak waited before putting him back in her mouth and cleaning the cock the best she could. Ibrahim shuddered one last time and relaxed. Uduak let him pull out, still semi-erect.

"That was awesome," he told her. He looked down at Uduak and grinned. "I'll get a towel."
To be continued