“Maybe this is why Dad was concerned about me being here,” Brandi giggled.
“Yeah, I don’t think my Dad’s company has parties like this!” Candy agreed. “That dark haired guy in the pool is kind of cute. Maybe I should jump in the pool too.”
“Um, probably not the way to keep a low profile?” Brandi suggested. “At least, give it an hour perhaps, people should be well wasted by then.”
The two girls collected drinks and circled the party again, Brandi pondering what Candy had overheard.
“Hey, Brandi, isn’t it?” Carter Shaw asked Brandi as he snagged a drink from her tray. “I didn’t think you were going to be here and now you’re working here?”
“Um, well, Dad doesn’t know I’m here and I’m not exactly working. Well, not getting paid at least,” she admitted to the tall man. As he looked down to meet her gaze she saw his eyes flick to her cleavage. Almost unconsciously she squeezed her arms together a bit, crushing her tits together to boost her cleavage. She noted his eyes flare before he dragged them back up to hers.
“Sounds kind of risky,” Carter suggested.
“Sometimes you have to just live,” Brandi declared.
“I like your style,” Carter laughed.
“Hey Mr. Shaw, can I ask you something?”
“Of course you can and please, call me Carter. I feel old when you call me Mr. Shaw.”
“You’re definitely not too old,” Brandi said, resting her free hand on his forearm and enjoying his gaze flicking to her tits again. “Okay, so I heard the whole speech earlier and the thing about bonuses. I was just wondering if there was anyway someone could like still get theirs early?”
“Well not really, it wouldn’t be fair if someone was singled out.”
“Like there’s no way at all?”
“Oh there’s always a way, but as a minimum it would need three executive signatures. Why do you ask?”
“I think Dad may have over-extended. Something he said to Mom recently. He mumbled something about being worse than Clark Griswold. So like if I were to ask you like, really really nicely, would you support my Dad getting his?” She trailed a finger over the curve of her double-D breast, just inside the fur lining of the ‘elf-bra’.
“Well, I don’t think asking really really nicely quite cuts it sorry Brandi, I mean, anyone can do that.”
“You’re not married, are you Carter?” Brandi asked, glancing at his hand.
“Nope. There would be zero chance any of the Execs could get away with this party if we were married.”
“Well then I think you’d better come with me so I can get a chance to convince you of the merits of paying my Dad a bonus.” As she spoke she discretely pulled one cup down, exposing her hard nipple. She reached out, took Carter’s hand and led him up the stairs, glancing about quickly to make sure no-one was looking, surprised when Carter allowed himself to be so easily led.
After closing the door behind them, Brandi slipped the straps of her top from her shoulders and exposed both of her sizeable breasts.
“So now I’m going to ask really really really nicely,” Brandi said, moving close to Carter and kneeling down in front of him. She sat back on her heels and started undoing his pants. Carter simply stared.