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The Price of Doing Buisness	By : DevilDuck Category: M through R > Mad Men Views: 4427 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-The Price of Doing Business
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Joan stubbed out her third cigarette and shook out another one only to put it back, her pack was almost empty and she didn’t know how much longer she was going to have to wait. The waiting was definitely worse part, stripping whatever glamour there might have been from what she was doing. She would never admit it to anyone else, she could barely admit it to herself, but there was some glamour to this, some excitement. At least there had been the first time.
There was something about being wanted that much, that a man would risk a business deal worth tens of thousands of dollar just for the chance to be with her, that made her less than completely resistant to the idea and willing to be talked into it. Once she had been, talked into it that is, it felt a lot like a first date, the dressing up, the butterflies in her belly, and the fear that everything would go horribly wrong.
Not that anything did. In the end the evening went off without a hitch making that night feel even more like a date that netted the agency a contract and herself partnership. Of course having said ‘yes’ once made it hard to say ‘no’ ever again; it had somehow become known that doing business with Sterling, Cooper, Draper, Pryce meant doing a different type of business with her if there was enough money on the line. Making it a known thing, a common thing, stripped these nights out of that little bit of glamour and romance turning it into something routine and all too businesslike. Now anytime a client showed up with a new account or an increase to their budget they felt entitled to some of her time. And as an entitlement they had no problem making her wait in the hotel bar.
Waiting with nothing but whiskey and tobacco for company. It would be easy to drink away the minutes and the regrets but that would only lead to agreeing to even more and new regrets. That is was why she was smoking so much, so she wouldn’t drink instead; she had already agreed to too much, done too much for the business and tonight was just pushing things further. Maybe she should light up one more time…
“Joan.” The young man from Detroit didn’t shout her name but it was still noticed by many as she had garnered some attention during her wait; whether customer or staff every man wanted to know who the redhead in their midst was and if any of them would work up the nerve to talk to her before whoever she was clearly waiting for showed up. The fact that he was some weedy junior exec made them all regret their cowardice. “Sorry, we had a late meeting.”
“It’s alright,” she couldn’t fake a warm, welcoming smile but she could manage a sultry one which might be more effective, “as long as it wasn’t with the competition.”
“No! Never. It was with a supplier and… I don’t know why I’m telling you this. Are you ready to come on up?”
She didn’t answer with words but rather by sliding smoothly off the stool without turning her torso away from him. On her heels she was taller than him, even without them it would be close and she would still outclass him in her tight purple dress and stole making it hard for him to lead her through the lobby without regular glances over his shoulder to make sure that she was following and that she was real. In the elevator, which they had to themselves, he just stared at her curves and she had to prompt him to press the button and once they reached his floor he continued to stare.
Before the doors could close Joan stepped out, reaching back to draw the young man out after. He was clearly too flustered to lead her any further but she had to keep going to keep the deal alive so she took his arm, her ample breasts pressing into his upper arm and shoulder, and got him to spit out the room number. After that she was leading him, keeping his feet moving and his mind at least partially on something other than her body by asking him a string of inane questions. Finally they reached the room’s door on which she knocked.
“Damnit Dewey, did you forget your- Hello!” The young executive's, Dewey’s boss was a large, sloppily dressed man whose joking smile turned into a leer as soon as he opened the door. “Come in, come in, we’ve been waiting for you. Do you want to a drink?”
“No, thank you.” Squeezing past the man in the doorway she could smell that he had had plenty to drink and she could see that he wasn’t the only one by the bottles in the room. Tonight was the first time she had agreed to be... friendly with more than one man at a time; it was suppose to be only two, the large man and his bald colleague sitting on the bed, Dewey being a late addition after they had gotten to town but since he was the only one still wearing a tie and a clean shirt she wasn’t going to kick him out. “I think we’ve been putting this off for too long don’t you?”
“Oh yeah.”
Joan now stood in the center of attention and the small hotel room; the three men watched her eagerly but uncertain as to who should make the first move leaving that to her. There was no need to be seductive, the real seduction had happened long before she had gotten involved, but she couldn’t undress in front of someone else without putting on a show. That’s why she drew the stole slowly across her shoulders before letting it drop; the men’s eyes followed that movement drinking in the sight of the skin of her shoulders, little as it was, as it was exposed.
She could have tried to keep the show going but she wasn’t dressed for a striptease. And the next step would have more impact if someone else did it. Her back was already towards Dewey but rather than getting his help, which would have been easiest, she turned so her back was to the large man, so they all got a good view, and raised a hand to protect her hair in a gesture every married man would recognize. “Could you give me a hand?”
She couldn’t hear him but Joan was sure he licked his lips before springing forward; he was so excited that he fumbled, her zipper momentarily snagging before he straightened it out. Even after he got past that hurdle he didn’t go far, once the purple material of her dress had parted enough to expose her bra, or the back of it anyway, he stopped and sent his hands rushing under her clothes to get a hold of her. Arching her back, and trying to ignore the large man’s less than artful groping, she struggled to pull the zipper down the rest of the way down before anything has a chance to tear, she liked the dress a lot more than the men.
Momentarily breaking from the man’s grasp shucking the dress off her shoulder, and throwing aside her bra, so that her dress hung around her waist leaving her top half bear as she turned to face the men; the bald man was still sitting on the bed, though he had put down his beer, and Dewey was even further away with his back against the wall so there was no one to get in the way when the large man dived into her cleavage. He pushed her breasts together and higher than her bra did on its own. Noisily and wetly he kissed her chest, sucking her flesh into his mouth in a way that was sure to leave a mark.
By putting a hand on the back of his head and pulling him closer she could keep him from sucking quite so hard and keep herself from having any bruises, for that’s all hickeys are, she would have to explain later. Or cover up. With that worry lifted from her shoulders Joan could consider how silly the man must look twisting himself so that he could suck on her tits while trying to rub his groin against her; ‘trying’ because he couldn’t quite bend that far. Every time he moved his hips in an attempt to reach his belly would jiggle and his pants would slip a little. One especially vigorous thrust sent those pants down to his knees.
She couldn't help herself, Joan laughed.
She could make it loud and happy rather than mocking, making it sound like she was enjoying the man’s antics rather than laughing at him. In a different situation, if she had picked the man, his puppy like enthusiasm could have been attractive, heralding future activity. It might be best for her to keep that in mind, to try work up a little excitement of her own. It’s not like she didn’t like when men looked at her, chased her, or what came after, but she always preferred to be the one in control. Of course as she was thinking that, starting to fix a plan in her mind things in the room spiraled out of her control.
The bald man had stood circling around behind her so silently that she hadn’t noticed until he hiked up her skirt. That left her dress bunched around waist leaving her underwear and hose completely exposed. The man behind her took advantage of this exposure to snap her panties provoking an offended ‘hey’ that turned into a ‘yip’ when he grabbed a handful of her ass spreading the cheeks.
Held between the two men holding her two greatest assets Joan could do little ruining her plans for control. And her self-control. Two pairs of hands massaging her flesh was quite distracting sending spikes of pleasure despite their artlessness. She found herself twisting within their grip unsure if she was turning towards or away from their touch when her lips met the bald man’s.
He kissed her over her shoulder, his hands moving up from her rear to her waist pulling her back away from his friend. She could feel him hard and exposed pressing against her skin. She was tall enough on her heels that that his member almost slipped between her legs, in fact it did as he lifted her last half inch needed. His hardness slid along her sex, making her moan into his mouth, before pushing in.
The kiss broke as Joan was no longer able to keep her spine twisted like that, not when the behind her started moving his hips. He wasn't especially skillful or energetic but the position was inherently unstable forcing her to work to stay upright; the clenching of her core muscles every time he thrust shifting their weight forward making things better, tighter than they should have been. Along with her shifting balance each lazy thrust of the bald man’s cock made her suck in air in a breathy gasp, her eyes screwed tight.
Part of her wanted to reach down and grab hold of his wrist near waist in a bid to gain so more stability while another part wanted to reach up and hold her breasts that freely swung as she remained slightly bent. In the end she split the difference, one hand going in each direction. Cradling her large chest one handed in a vain attempt to control its movement her nipples, hard and wet from the large man’s earlier attention, pressed into her palm and forearm.
The large man. She had forgotten about him once his friend started to have his way with her but now she remembered opening her eyes to meet his. He stood there, a few feet back so that he could see all of her, smiling and stroking himself as he watched her get fucked. Joan had seen that look before, that mix of appreciation, lust and desire, she had seen it many times before on many a man’s face. She had never seen that look before when she was having sex, been looked at during sex by anyone other than the man with her and that fact sent a thrill through her body that came out as a moan too loud for the hotel’s thin walls to contain.
That seemed to be his signal to act, rush forward to pin her body between his and his tall friends, his hands and mouth struggling to find purchase on her. He kissed her lips, her jaw, and her neck moving in some circuit only he understood while his hands settled on her ribs. Supported like this, from both sides, let her relax in the men’s arms enjoying what they were doing to her; the bald man continued to screw her from behind while the large man burning his puppyish excitement rubbing between her thighs.
On their own neither man would have been able to bring her to completion but together, with two sets of hands, mouths and cocks worshipping her, they were able to make her quiver and shake long before they spent themselves on and within her. The large man was the first to collapse, falling back from coating the skin of her thighs while he was still twitching and dripping to sit on the bed gasping for breath. His bald friend lasted longer, seating himself as deep inside her as he could when he came and staying there until the last throb and spasmed passed. That’s when he withdrew, gently almost caringly as he made sure she could stand on her own, but the kiss he placed on the back of her neck was clearly an afterthought. He didn’t even look back as stumbled to lay face down on the unclaimed bed.
The men had seen too many years and drunk too much to see her out let alone go another round, and young Dewey had disappeared while she was occupied, so Joan walked, gingerly, to the bathroom to clean up. Five, ten minutes to catch her breath, let her blush fade, and fix her makeup then she could leave, go home to her son before the babysitter had to stay too long. That, once you considered how much money would be coming to the agency, didn’t make for too bad of an evening. Unfortunately for that plan a growl greeted her when she opened the bathroom door.
Apparently Dewey had retreated there so that he wouldn’t have to watch his superiors have their way with her, not being up to joining in but he still wanted his turn so he stayed close. Close enough that he could hear what was going on and work himself up into a frenzy. Now that she was within reach he pounced, spinning her away from the door and lifting onto the shallow counter. She squirmed on the cold surface not sure whether it would be better to push against the young man’s shoulder, to try to maintain the distance, or pull at him trying to lift herself off marble when he slammed into forcing her back.
The grunt of that contact turned into a ragged moan as he used his hold on her hips to pull her back to the counter’s edge. Dewey had seemed like such quiet, soft lad but repressed and delayed desire had granted him a surprising strength that he used to fuck her with an almost violent passion; that first contact set the pattern, every thrust slid her slightly back, knocking the air from her lungs in a series of hiccupy moans, only for his arms to tense pulled her hips to meet him.
For her part Joan could only try to ride through this with some shred of control, her hands slipping and clawing at his back in a bid to hold onto to something, and failing. Her eyes lost focus and her head tipped back so that she stared blindly at the lights as, for the second time in a quarter hour she came in the arms of strange man, a client. She was so absorbed in her own climax that she didn’t notice him finishing inside her or pulling out until he spun her around onto her belly.
The sudden shock of marble, still cold despite her time on it, all along her front and breasts compressed by her weight and the hand between her shoulders brought her back to herself long enough to see her own face in the mirror and the look on Dewey’s as he pushed back in. So much for going home early.
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