This account had been a breeze for years. The old procurement specialist came for lunch once every few weeks. Left boozed up and full of delicious food, and I left with a hefty PO in my hand for another round of purchases. Everyone was happy.
Then about 3 months ago there was a merger, and now a major reshuffling was underway and my old contact was floating away on his golden parachute into retirement. The new procurement lead sat in front of me, and I'd spent an hour answering questions I had to dig deep into my memory to solve. He was well spoken, well dressed and aggressive with his questions. He called me on my shit when he heard it and owned up to his own groups lack of backbone in the past.
I wouldn't say the meeting was tense or angry, but it was directed and driven. I was quite intrigued by my new contact. Clearly this account would no longer be easy, but it wouldn't be because of ineptitude or poor planning like some of my other customers so I settled in and prepared myself for a challenging but rewarding business meeting.
Little did I know I'd be taking my real reward from my knees within the hour.
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Lunch flew past, we traded stories and talked about the current state of the company and the plans going forwards. Eric, the new procurement lead, rolled up his sleeves. Exposing muscular forearms and leaned forward. "Listen. I can see that you only didn't try with my former colleague because you didn't have to." He said with a grin. "I'd like to think I'm better than him in every way...actually I know I am." His confidence radiated off of him.
The waitress approached and spent the better part of her conversation chatting with Eric even though she knew I'd be footing the bill. Eric ordered a whiskey neat and I in turn an old fashioned and we settled in and waited for the bill. As the waitress reappeared with the drinks she took a pen out and wrote her number on the back of the coaster she handed Eric. He smiled and took it and pocketed it, like this was something he'd done a thousand times.
"Shame I won't be calling her back." He said leaning back and sipping his tumbler. My eyebrow perked up and I asked him why. "Because I don't swing that way." He said with a grin. And then added. "In fact my predilections lean heavily towards yourself." He said sitting forward.
Suddenly the table did not feel nearly large enough as I felt his hand on my knee and inner thigh. The muscular grip keeping me from pulling away. Eric did not lower his voice as he said to me. ":Listen I can bid this account out, and you can fight against all your competitors... He leaves a silence there.
"Or you can lead me up to your hotel room, I did my research I know you stay right here at this hotel. And you can get on your knees and service me and I'll give you same preferential treatment as my peer. Only you'll have to do a bit more bi-weekly to get it.
I gulp. Is this man really propositioning me? I think to myself. I notice the waitress walk by but can't bring myself to meet her eye. Eric calls her over. "We'll have the check please gorgeous." He says with a charming smile and I notice that as she walks away the waitress pushes her ass out just a bit more and puts on a show.
Eric turns to me. "So Aaron, what'll it be." He says disarmingly.
My cheeks burn. I'm into women, not men. But there was a few experiments in college, and that time a few years ago when the wife was out of town and I decided to log onto Squirt and see what was around.
"Fine" I finally say, making up my mind. I stand up, and as we walk by the waitress I tell her. "Just bill it to the room." I don't look to see if Eric is following, the musk of his scent right behind me is enough to know it.
He towers about 6" above my 5'11 frame. He has about 8-10 years on me. I'm young for an account manager, early 30's, short brown hair, piercing blue eyes that I've always been told are my second best feature. My lips, now pressed tightly together in concentration, attempting to stifle a blush, typically form into a curious smirk, masking their fullness. My body is athletic bordering on average, I work out, but I travel and eat well. This helps my best feature, my ass. And I can feel Eric's eyes on it as we walk towards the elevator.
Eric by contrast is older, I'm guessing mid to late 40's but he could be a bit older and just in very good shape. He's muscular, his salt and pepper hair and well kept beard surrounding a handsome face. His eyes are hazel and there is a playful glint to them. But a hardness to his brow that makes Eric seem very no nonsense and leads to a feeling of leadership and maturity.
Eric wears clothing that clearly shows he works on his body. His pecs and shoulders are well defined, his thighs bulge from his slacks. As we walk past a mirror I try and get a glance of what I've agreed to service, but there is no time. When I stop at the elevator and push a button I try and nonchalantly glance at his tool, looking for a bulge.
