Karen – The Investors (ltx)

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Karen was nervous. She was getting ready for the sales meeting of her career. That deal would bring in 5 millions a year for the next 5 years to the company. She had to play her cards right the first time, since she was competing against 4 other suppliers. The group of Chinese investors was reputed to be very picky.

Nervously, she checked again herself in the mirror: knee length beige skirt, black turtleneck shirt and a beige classic jacket. She put on her beige flat heels, suede shoes and headed for the door.

The traffic was light on that Saturday morning. Yeah, she was going to work on a Saturday, but for a 25 millions contract, what was a lousy day off. She was heading for the office. There she would meet Phil the International Sales Manager and Pete, the President of the company, that would assist her on the sale, but she was in charge. They were there to support her… and make sure she wouldn’t lose the contract.

She arrived at the office two hours before the meeting, to make sure everything was perfect. She was merely alone on that 35th floor. The office was totally deserted. Time went by. She reviewed her presentation, prepared for the questions, and waited for Pete and Phil to come in. An hour went by. She was getting nervous by the minute. Where were they! 

Meeting -60 minutes.

She was a nerve wreck. The phone rang.

“Hi Karen, it’s Pete. I’m with Phil. There’s been an accident on the bridge, which created a car pile-up. We’re stuck in it. I don’t think we’ll make up for the meeting.”

“Oh rats! Don’t tell me that! When do you think you’ll get here?”

“Well, according to the officer, it will take a good hour just to get that semi out of the way, we have to get towed and stuff, so I’d say in two to three hours.”

“Geesh! The meeting will be over by then.”

“Sorry Karen. Do your best, and if you need help, just call me. I’m sure they’ll understand our situation. I have full confidence in you. Good luck.”

Karen hung up. Now she was getting really nervous and she really needed that other cup of coffee. She picked up the silex and as she pivoted to get to her cup, she picked up the sugar bowl. That made her lose track of the silex, which hit the top cabinet rather hard. The silex broke up, sending hot dark coffee all over her. She startled, shaking the sugar bowl, which spread sugar on the hot coffee stains. In dismay, she stayed there, with the handles of the silex in one hand, and the empty sugar bowl in the other, looking at the dark stains slowly growing downward on her beige jacket, skirt and dripping on her beige shoes.

“Oh shit! What now?” she yelled.

She quickly got a mop and cleaned the floor, but she was badly stained. She looked at herself in the mirror: She couldn’t go to the meeting like that. She tried to wipe the stains off, but with the mixed sugar, it was worse than worse. She had only one solution: change. But she didn’t have any clothes. Perhaps someone in the office did.

She called Pete and explained the incident and that she was looking for spare clothes.

“Well, actually, it’s a good thing.” Said Pete, continued before Karen could protest “I’ve totally forgot to tell you that apparently the investors like it better if the… women… were to dress somewhat differently.” He said.

“What? What do you mean?” asked Karen, frowning.

I was told that they had certain… views on women’s dress… Ah shit. My battery is drained out, they want us off the bridge and all this steel is affected… th… ception.. Look in the sport… bag besi… offi… esk. They would prefer if one was wear…g… nala… ate…set…”

“Pete! Pete! I can’t hear you. You’re breaking up.”

“Low sig… pho… tery… dead… cal….ter…”

Meeting -45 minutes

She looked in Pete’s office, where she saw a sports bag. With a grin she opened it and almost choked. 

“What the fuck is that?” she said, retrieving clear plastic bags containing rather heavy items, another one had something rather large wrapped in silk paper and in the bottom, two long items, rather heavy, also wrapped in silk paper.

She unwrapped the last items she got out and was in awe. It was a pair of leather lace-on boots, with a heel so high that the toe was pointed, like ballet shoes.

The second large item turned out to be a long leather corset, and the items in the clear bag were a catsuit and a pair of panties with… interesting devices.

“They want me to dress as a rubber sex toy? How sick can you get? No way. I have my pride.”

She looked around for a spare silex to prepare more coffee for the investors. She had second thoughts. She would be alone for the presentation. Would she put off 25 millions just for a latex catsuit? Her job? If that is what it takes.

She looked at the panties with not one but two dildos. Two huge things she could hardly imagine anyone putting them in.

“I have my limits.” She said, putting them aside. “Anyways, it won’t show.”

She unfolded the catsuit and looked for a zipper. She found none.

“How the hell is one supposed to put this thing on?” she asked no one. The suit was complete, with attached toe socks and gloves… and two holes at the crotch. Two holes???

The holes were too big to be covered up. She turned the suit on every possible angle, thought at all the possibilities: She had no choices; she had to put on the… dildo panties.

She took the bottle of lubricant from the bag and headed for the bathroom. She was not to put this on right in the middle of the office. She removed her panties and greased the large intruders before trying to insert them.

It was a first for her, to insert anything other than the real thing, in her vagina, and a first ever for the rectum. She grinned when the huge rectum intruder got inserted, and had a weird smile when she pushed in the vaginal one. She smoothed out the panties and made a few tentative steps.

She saw herself in the mirror, red as a fire truck.

“That is sick” she said, walking with a hand at her crotch.

She looked at the catsuit with a sigh. As she took it again, a little card fell off: it was some basic instructions on how to put it on. She read it with wide eyes, then she sat on the cover of one of the toilet and proceeded to feed it past her feet, then tugging on it over her legs, then her waist, then just below her breasts, before, following the instructions, she squirmed her arms inside the suit and continued to work its way up, before feeding her arms in.

In pushing her arms, the suit glided on her highly lubricated body and literally popped in place, pulling heavily at her crotch, her breasts finding their way in the molded cups. She got out of the booth and was stunned at seeing herself in the bathroom mirror: one gleaming curvaceous shiny black body.

She began to rub her hands along her body, feeling the smoothness of the rubber, its tightness. It was sending strange tingling sensations with every movement. She lowered her eyes to the counter and looked in shock at her watch!

Meeting -20 minutes

She wrapped the corset around her waist and began to pull the laces. She had no clue how tight it should be, never having worn one before. What would be the tastes of the investors? Snug or fully closed?

She pulled the laces until she figured it was tight enough and tied them, then she walked back to Pete’s office to retrieve the strange boots, but along the way, she felt the corset loosen and she had to hold it in place as it was sliding down.

She pulled the laces once again, getting them tighter than before, and knotted them. A few moves away, while sitting on one of the visitor’s chairs of Pete’s office to put the boots on, it slipped again.

“What the fuck is wrong with this thing?” she said, taking it off and looking at the laces.

She then realized that the laces were very slippery, as if lubricated or something, and that any knot, even triple ones, would simply slip loose, But then, how does this thing keep close?

On closer inspection, she saw small hook-like pins on one the lacing edges, which would grip into loops on the other side. But for them to link, the corset had to be fully closed.

“Well, babe, better put the boots or whatever those things are first, because you won’t be able to bend to put them afterward.” she said with a long sigh. “If I ever get this thing closed.”

She laced the boots. The sizing was apparently perfect. She laced them up very tightly. She could hear the fine leather creak every time she was tugging on their laces or moving her feet.

Once both legs were done, she took a hold off Pete’s desk and raised herself up.

It was a strange feeling for her, who never wore what could be considered as high heels, to stand on her toes. She steadied herself and let go of the desk. She wobbled for a few seconds then she stabilized herself. Then she made her first tentative step, only a few inches long. And it went well. Then another one. It went surprisingly well.

“Wow.” she exclaimed. “Actually, this is quite easy.” she said as she walked faster and faster, as if she had done it for years. “Good thing I had some ballet lessons when I was… 8.” she said, not really believing that that could be of any help.

“Okay… back to you.” she said, picking up the corset. She tried to lace it shut, but was unable to draw the laces tight enough. The fact that they were very slippery helped pulling, but not handling them.

She had an idea. She put both strings on each side or a doorknob and walked away. Actually helped by the boots, she was able to lean forward and pull very hard on the corset. She was panting heavily, walking slowly, while pulling hard.

“This will never close.” she said, eyes wide open, expelling everything and sucking her stomach, with one last pull on the laces. Then she felt on her back, more than she heard, a series of clicks. A few more tugs, a few more clicks until no more.

She relaxed, hands feeling her tightly compressed waist, not believing that she was able to really close that thing. She tied the laces, knowing that the corset would not come off. Then she had a thought… How do you get that thing off? She wiped the thought, thinking she had just put it on, it was not the right time to worry about how to get it off.

Meeting -10 minutes

She was stunned by her look in the mirror. When she walked away, the whole setup, the tight catsuit, the corset, and especially the toys, took a whole other meaning. Within a few steps, she was hot as hell and ready to explode.

“Damn!” she said, wide eyes. “I could have an orgasm right in the middle of the meeting with this.”

She finished putting everything in place for her presentation. Every move had either the rubber creak or the leather corset. She was still on her ballet boots as if it was totally natural. She often closed her eyes, trying to get a hold of herself.

She grabbed her stained clothes and put them in the staff room sink with soap and water.

Meeting – one minute.

She was facing the elevator door. The driver of the limo had phoned her, confirming that he had dropped them at the elevator. The bell rang and the door opened on the investors.

They were 7. Mister Wo, his wife, his two twin daughters, and his two sons, plus a translator. They looked shocked when they saw the gorgeous woman in front of them. Or was it the dishonouring woman? Karen smiled as best as she could, helped by the incredible feeling at her crotch.

“Hi, I’m Karen.” She said, approaching Mister Wo and offering her latex gloved hand. He hesitated at first, then took it, disturbed. His wife appeared of ice, but her two sons had eyes only for her. His daughters appeared puzzled.

Karen led them to the meeting room, wiggling her tightly encased butt on her ballet boots, walking as if she was barefooted. Once they were all seated, she started her presentation. She decided to pass her dress code under silence, not mentioning it, not trying to draw any attention to it.

“Hello all. I’m Karen. We spoke on the phone a couple of times. Pete and Phil were supposed to be here, but there’s been a traffic jam, and they’ll probably be here after the meeting only. So, if you don’t mind, I’ll go along with the presentation. If you have specific questions, I can reach them by phone.” She said.

Then she turned her back on them and started her presentation, showing graphs, making drawings, showing multimedia presentations. Everything appeared to go well. They had a few questions, but Karen was able to answer them very easily. After all, she had worked on this project for the past six months, and she knew it like the tips of her fingers.

Most of the time, Karen was facing them, but she had to turn her back on them quite often to write or to point at something. Every time the twisting of her hips the dildos would send her small waves of pleasure, which she translated by wide smiles. She was glad she didn’t had to walk too much, because she would have exploded. But with every move, she could feel the dildos moving, the tight latex slightly moves on her skin. The high heels forcing her to stand on her toes were amplifying all the sensations.  

With each move of her arm, she could hear the rubber creak, the latex glide on her skin. A few times she had to reach something high on the board, stretching her arm, the rubber, her attached glove pulling on everything.

She often put her hand on her hip or on her stomach, trying to catch her breath, feeling the tightness of the corset, getting aroused.

By the end of the presentation, she was tired, and very hot. She needed some relief. She concluded the presentation and enquired about any questions.

Mister Who spoke lengthily with his translator, which turned to her.

“Mister Wo would like to know, since your… dress is not exactly conformist to the tradition, why did you dress like that?”

Why did she dress like that? Wasn’t that what they wanted? Was he really talking about her clothes or the meaning of them. The real meaning would be that she looked like a latex slut, but she didn’t think it was the good answer. This was without a doubt not the usual way to dress. She had to think fast.

“That’s because we’re a non-conformist company.” She said out of the blue, hoping that he would get the impression that they were not conforming to one way of thinking but they could adapt.

“You mean that you dress like that often?” asked the translator.

What the fuck was this question… She was looking for a trap, a mistranslation. 

“Well yes. When you feel good about how you look outside, you feel good inside.” She said, quickly thinking that it was the stupidest reason in the world.

Mister Wo chatted with the rest of the group. There was a lot of head nodding while browsing her presentation papers, and a lot of quick look at Karen shiny catsuit, where the eyes were staying at waist level over the crushing corset, or looking down at her extreme heels. She decided to play it, and she paced slowly a few times. She had to close her eyes to repress a wave of pleasure. The translator spoke again.

“Are all the women that work here dress like that?”

That was getting very strange. If someone is disgusted by something, they usually want to look the other way, but they were coming back again and again about her dress code. Were they liking it? Should she play safe of bold? She trusted her guts, her feelings. And her feelings were that they liked it.

“Yes, we do sir. All the women that work here dress similar to this… when they feel up to it.” She said, emphasizing similar, trying to work herself an escape route.

There was more discussion amidst the group of investors then they got up. They all went to Karen and gave a somewhat warm handshake. Mister Wo appeared happy. The last one to shake her hand was the translator.

“Mister Wo was very impressed by your presentation, but especially by the fact that you are a non-conformist company. He likes that. We have another meeting tomorrow with another supplier. They will take their decision Monday morning. Thank you very much, Karen.” He said, shaking her hand. Then, lowering his voice he asked “Can you tell me where clothes like these could be found?”

Karen startled. She was not expecting this at all. She had to think fast. She was not buying stuff like that herself. A fetish shop? She knew of none. 

“They are very… specialized… boutiques. I’ll… I’ll send you an email” she said, blushing.

Then they left.

Karen walked back to Pete’s office and collapsed on a chair, more or less leaning on it, the corset too tight to sit straight. She gently rubbed her finger on her crotch, and softly moaned, closing her eyes.

She heard noises. It was Pete and Phil coming in.

“Karen? Karen are you still he… Gee, I hope you didn’t receive the investors dressed like that.” Said Phil, looking at her wide eyed, evidently not approving.

“That’s what Pete told me to wear.” She said. “The special clothes in the sports bag.” She said, pointing to the empty bag on Pete’s desk.

 Pete didn’t say a word. He was simply looking at her. Karen could swear she saw him drool.

“That’s unacceptable, Karen.” Said Phil, very harshly. “With a stunt like that, we’re sure to lose the contract. You don’t belong here Karen. You’re out.” He said.

“But…”

“No but… Pete?” he said, turning to the President, awaiting his approval about firing her.

“Well, I would admit that it’s not the proper way to meet a customer, but given the situation, she made the best she could.” Said Pete, still looking at Karen’s shiny body, evidently taking pleasure at it.

“Say what?” asked Phil, looking at Pete straight in the eyes.

“Say what?” asked Karen, also looking at Pete straight in the eyes. “You told me to wear this”.

With a weird smile, a mix between it’s funny  and I’m sorry, he walked around his desk, bent down and retrieved another sports bag from under the desk, identical as the first one. He opened it and pulled out a classic Chinese silk dress with fine embroideries all over it. Karen went wide-eyed.

“Sorry Karen. I guess I… mixed up the bags myself. That one” he said pointing to the one Karen used “should have been under the desk. It was supposed to be a gift for my new girlfriend. I didn’t want her to find it at home, so I hid it here.”

“She should have called us” said Pete, fuming “It is obvious that this was not the proper…”

“I tried, but your call you. Pete’s phone was dead and you never answered yours.” She yelled at Pete.

“I… I… forgot it home.” He said, lowering his head. “Nevertheless, that’s unacceptable behavior. You’re fired.”

“We’ll see the outcome.” Said Pete, “Then I’ll advise.”

“Not good, Pete. You’re getting all mushy again. Karen, go home, and don’t show your face in here before we call you.”

In tears, Karen walked out, clicking her heels on the tiled floor, wiggling her butt, sobbing. 

She drove home. Only once in her car she realized that she still had the latex outfit. She should go back to retrieve her clothes… soaking in the sink… 

“The hell with that, the hell with THEM.” She said to herself, realizing at the same time that… she liked it that way.

Driving her sporty manual transmission car proved challenging yet quite stimulating with the ballet boots, corset and especially dildos. She didn’t care if anyone saw her dressed like that. She didn’t question the fact that she could do all that, although she was dressed like that for the first time. She lay on the bed. Unconsciously, her hand was drawn to her crotch, and she started to play with her fingers. Quickly the pleasure grew back, and she exploded, finally releasing the pleasure that has been building for hours. She fell asleep.

Sunday was uneventful. She spent the day in her apartment, looking for a new job, but she was quick to put back the dildo panties, latex catsuit, corset and high heels. She was even bold enough to go for a walk in the park. She made many head turns. She looked stunning, and she felt great.

Monday morning. She stayed in bed. No rush, since she was out of work. By 8:30, the phone rang. It was Pete.

“Hi Karen. What are you doing home?”

“Phil fired me, remember?”

“Ah, forget that. We just had a call from Mr. Wo. I don’t know what you did, but he seemed very impressed by you. Not only he gave us the 25 millions contract but he wants to get an option on another contract, of 30 millions. He said something about a non-conformist company. Any clue of what that means?”

“Yeah,” she said, “I told him we were a non-conformist company when he asked why I was dressed like that.” She said, giggling.

“Well, that impressed him, since he wants to do business only with you.”

“I’m flattered.” She answered, joyous.

“He said that he’ll be here by 13:00, and that he wants to see our non-conformist team at work. Any idea of what we should do to be non-conformist?”

“Oh shit…Well, I guess you’ll have to provide every woman in the office… latex clothes… and high heels before he comes in…”

“Err… Better come to the office to explain that to me.” He said, puzzled, although Karen sensed some excitement in his voice.

She rushed to the office, wearing the catsuit, corset, heels, and she had no choices, the dildo panties. Everybody stopped as she crossed the cubicles to reach Pete’s office.

As she was explaining everything in detail to Pete, Phil entered the office, and startled when he saw Karen still wearing latex.

“What is she doing here? And still dressed like a latex slut? I said we don’t need you here…”

“Shut up Phil” said Pete, coldly. “I think you’re not … non-conformist enough for our firm.” He said. “Pack everything and leave before lunch, please.”

Karen coughed and Phil was stunned.

“You’re gonna go bankrupt within a month.” He said. “Good for you, that’s all you deserved.” He said, leaving the office, slamming the door.

“He doesn’t know?” asked Karen.

“No one in the office knows yet. You’re the one that got the deal, you’re the one who’s going to make the announcement, and also explain our… non-conformist attitude.”

A general meeting was called. Of course, all 8 men were in ties, and all 32 women in classic business suits. Karen explained what happened at the meeting, how it ended-up, giving a clue as to why she was dressed like that, and what was expected for the afternoon.

“I say again.” She continued. “I told them we were all somewhat dressed like that.” She said opening her arms.”I can’t tell you exactly what to wear, pants, catsuit, dresses, your choice. Same with the high heels, but please no flat shoes. Don’t try to be all look-alike, after all, we are non-conformists. So some might keep their usual clothes, but I would say that the majority should be wearing latex.” She said with a wink. “I know all this is pretty weird, but if you feel stupid to do it, just tell yourself you’re doing it for 55 millions.. and I assume, a bonus?” she said, making a wink at Pete, like a little girl that asks for a candy.

“Ahh… didn’t think of that, but, needless to say,” Added Pete “that everything will be covered by your expenses report, of course.”

“Oh gawd!” was heard from the back of the group.

There was a murmur in the group as they parted to reveal Suzy, affectionately nicknamed pretty, who was known to always have very well tailored business business suits, consisting of blouses, jackets and long pants, cut to follow her very curvy body and thin waist. It was obvious she was always in high heels, but she was also always very classy.

She was standing there, her jacket on the ground, unbuttoning her blouse and her pants, revealing a pewter latex catsuit and an extremely tight pewter latex corset when she let everything drop on the floor.

“That’s a fantasy-come-tru…” she said, stopping dead, looking frantically at Pete who had his mouth wide opened, and Karen. “Th… This is… okay… right?”

Karen laughed.

“Yes, it’s perfect.” She said. “Who would have known? I always wondered how you could keep such a small waist.”

By lunch, all the women were there, the vast majority wearing latex. Much to Karen’s pleasure, most of the girls have gone for total coverage, meaning catsuit, some with dress or shirts over a catsuit, and those who choose minimum latex, like just a skirt with a cotton shirt, went very tight. Nobody seemed reluctant to do it. The couple of men in the office were wide eyes, not knowing where to look. One of them even came in with a complete business outfit… in latex.

The elevator door opened, and Karen almost choked. Mister Wo was there with his sons, and three gorgeous women, wearing extremely tight latex, perched on high heels. They were all smiling. Only after, she recognized his wife, wearing a red catsuit with a white corset, and the twins, wearing identical jeans-like latex pants, corset and a white latex jacket.

Pete greeted them and handed them to Karen, who was welcoming them all smiling. She had them tour the office. They noticed all the latex wearing women, and seemed quite impressed. The translator asked a few questions, mainly if it was true that they were a non-conformist company, and they all answered yes, and that they liked it, and they loved wearing this kind of clothing. 

That satisfied Mr. Wo at the highest level. He gave them both contracts. Karen was in heaven and Pete almost fainted.

One week later, a young woman presented herself at the receptionist’s desk. She was wearing a dark blue tweed jacket and skirt, along with flat soles shoes.

“Is this the right company? I mean, I wasn’t expected to see people wearing… latex fetish stuff in an office like that.” She said, looking at two employees passing by, one in a dark blue latex catsuit, black corset and black platform boots, the other with a silver thigh length dress with long sleeves, walking on five inches stilettos.

“We’re a non-conformist company.” Said the receptionist, all smiling, getting up, revealing that she had a leather jacket over a purple latex catsuit and white high heels leather boots. “Let me guide you to the International Sales Manager office.” She said.

She took the lead, wiggling her tightly encased butt in the dark purple latex, walking on her skyscraper heels, enjoying every minute of it. She stopped in front of an office, where a woman, wearing an orange latex catsuit with a long black latex corset, walking on knee high ballet boots, welcomed her.

“Hi, I’m Karen. I believe you’re here for the job of sales representative?”

© Pete / monsterp63, May 2016

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