Our company has a secret form of hospitality. The company is a small trading company with a one-man president. I am a sales employee in my 10th year. Recently, I was invited to the president's villa. The attendees were the president, a 45-year-old female sales manager, me (32 years old), a new female recruit (21 years old), and one important client. The 45-year-old sales manager, Ms. Smith (a pseudonym), is a slender beauty who looks great in traditional attire. However, she is submissive to the president. I am also submissive and have been trained by the president for five years. The new recruit, Ms. Johnson (a pseudonym), probably doesn't know about this kind of hospitality yet. But since she was hired based on the president's preferences, I think she has the potential for submission. Being invited to this villa means the president has made some arrangements with her. I thought it was finally happening. As the meal preparations and dining concluded and we toasted with wine, the atmosphere gradually set in, and I thought it was about time. Ms. Smith was called upon for entertainment. Although she said, "Oh, from me?" she couldn't defy the president's orders, so she quietly walked to the center of the carpet, knelt in front of the client, and said, "Please keep what happens next confidential," before standing up and starting to untie her traditional attire. She stripped down to her undergarments and then removed those as well, standing naked with her hands behind her head in a submissive pose, and began to sway her hips while singing a lewd parody song. The contrast with the usual composed Ms. Smith was astonishing, and it was a vulgar and obscene dance. The male client must have found it irresistible. After all, a businesswoman of the elegant wife type suddenly dancing naked and shaking her hips is quite something. When I glanced at the new recruit, Ms. Johnson, she was already being held by the waist by the president, her face bright red, watching this unbelievable scene in astonishment. But something must have happened, as she didn't leave and remained quietly. I was the same in the past. After Ms. Smith finished her dance, she snuggled up naked next to the client, pouring wine, and asked the president, "Who's next?" I thought it would be me, but the president nominated Ms. Johnson. Then, the president ordered Ms. Smith and me to assist. Ms. Johnson was reluctantly seated in the middle of the carpet, unsure of what to do, so we sat on either side of her, and I began to touch her upper body while Ms. Smith started on her lower body. When I stroked her nipples over her blouse, she reacted with a twitch. Below, Ms. Smith began to caress her thighs. Although she kept her eyes tightly shut, she began to moan softly, and by then, her blouse buttons were undone, her skirt was pulled up to her navel, and she was receiving Ms. Smith's caresses. Her skirt remained on, but her pantyhose and panties were removed, and by the time I was sucking her nipples directly, she was writhing in pleasure, stripped naked, and brought to climax by Ms. Smith's oral attention. The client seemed to favor Ms. Johnson. (Will this lead to another big deal?) I thought as I spread the exhausted, naked Ms. Johnson's legs apart. Then, I assisted the client in penetrating Ms. Johnson and helped him climax inside her. Afterward, the three women continued to serve the client late into the night, concluding the day's hospitality.

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