Chapter 6: The Price of Pleasure

 "Hey, what are you doing?" I protested angrily, pulling his hand away.

 "Sorry," he apologized, "but it was a moment of madness..."

 We continued looking at photos of the products in their various categories and forms. He kept looking at my legs and cleavage and asked me:

 "You'll get a good commission for all this, won't you?"

 "Well, that depends on the sales volume," I replied.

 "I would place an order, but your prices are higher than the competition's unless you offer me some discount or some advantage," he commented ironically.

 He was hardly aware that he was falling straight into my trap. With an innocent face, I said to him:

 "I can't offer you a discount, as the prices are very tight, and an advantage... I can't think of one..."

 "Well..." he said, cutting me off, "I have about 90 or 100 computers in the company that would need protective filters for monitors. That would be a good order, don't you think?"

 He paused, scratched his head, and continued:

 "Perhaps for 90 or 100 filters..."

 "For 90 or 100 filters, what?" I asked impatiently.

 "Well, would you show me your panties?" he suddenly asked.

 I looked at him with a surprised expression.

 "What? You're being very direct, aren't you?" I said.

 "Well, you would benefit, and I will benefit by seeing you."

 "Absolutely not, forget about it," I answered firmly.

 "Come on, girl, remember the commission..."

 "No, I don't do those kinds of things. I think that's too much." He was very excited and increasingly erect; his "little one" wanted to get out of his pants at all costs.

 "Remember, it's 90 or 100 filters..." he insisted.

 I was being overly firm with him.

 "I don't think it's a good idea. Besides, someone could come in..." I stalled.

 "There's no one here; they've all gone to lunch. We are alone. Only the guard is here, and he won't bother us," he replied firmly.

 "I'm embarrassed," I insisted again, very demurely.

 "Come on, beautiful," he encouraged me, "remember you'll get a good commission..."

 I played coy for a bit, but I was following his game, which was mine after all. In the end, things couldn't go too far, or at least that's what I told myself.

 "Alright! I'll take note of 100 filters," I replied as I wrote down the order in question.

 I didn't make him wait any longer. 100 filters seemed fair just for seeing my panties, so I got up from the desk, unbuttoned my skirt, slowly lowered it, and took it off completely. He was speechless when he saw me in my black lace panties—which were quite small with a little bow in the center—and he reached out his hands toward my hips.

 "Hands off!" I scolded him.

 "Alright. I see it's going to be expensive. For 100 mousepads and 100 new mouse units, could I see your bra?"

 "I don't know..." I commented.

 "Come on, woman, I'll place a good order, you'll see..."

 "Agreed. But only that, okay?"

 So I did it. I unbuttoned my blouse, and through my cleavage, I showed my bra, which was also black, equally sexy, and equally tight and tiny, with its little bow in the center.

 "Come on, take off your blouse," he begged, quite nervous.

 I didn't want to make him wait much longer and took off my blouse completely, remaining in my underwear in front of that man who was getting increasingly worked up.

 "100 mousepads and 100 mouse units..." I commented while taking note of the new order.

 He kept observing me from top to bottom for a long while. It was clear that what interested him most at that moment was undressing me more than buying anything.

 "What a beautiful thing!" he exclaimed with admiration, which I acknowledged with a slight nod and a smile.

 I did a slow turn.

 "Do you like me?" I asked with a good-girl expression.

 "I adore you... Tell me, what do I have to buy for you to take off that underwear?" he asked me.

 "For taking it all off?" I asked, alarmed.

 "Yes, my love... tell me, how much would it cost me to undress you?"

 "No! Absolutely not. I think that's too much. It's better if we stop here..." I said, managing to make him impatient while I picked up my blouse, ready to put it on.

 "Come on, you know I'm in your hands. Please tell me, what is the order for me to personally take off that beautiful black set?"

 I paused, trying to figure out how far all this would go. The truth is, I had never pushed it this far, but the situation, besides having gone quite a ways, was exciting me more and more. I really wanted to give him that pleasure, in addition to earning a commission... a record-breaking one for me until then.

 "I don't undress just like that, in front of anyone," I said firmly, shaking my head.

 "But my life, you set the price. It can be a lot of money for your company, which will mean a lot of money for you."

 "Are you sure?" I asked.

 "Yes, come on, what do I have to order for you to undress?"

 I thought again, looking up at the ceiling.

 "Alright!" I said. "The price is: 50 laser printers!"

 "What?" he asked, startled.

 "That's right... 50 printers!"

 "Darling, I think you've gone too far."

 "No, I haven't gone too far. That's the price for you to take off my clothes, so... it's up to you."

 "Let's make it 30 printers..." he countered.

 "40, and we close the deal," I replied.

 He didn't hesitate for long. Nodding his head, he let me take note of the new order, and we stood face to face. He licked his lips with pleasure, ready to strip me of my black set. First, he lowered the straps of my bra and skillfully untied it completely in the blink of an eye. My breasts appeared, round, firm, and with erect nipples. He admired them for a while as if they were a cake in a display window.

 A little more nervous, he knelt before me and, putting his hands on the elastic of my panties, slowly pulled them down my thighs until he took them off completely, admiring my legs as he progressed toward my feet.