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It was a big day for her, Tachu reflected, as she glided the electric razor over her scalp, removing traces of blue stubble to expose the pale pinkness beneath, After all her efforts in securing the deal with the Taming Force Corporation, today was finally the day in which the client would sign and all her efforts would be rewarded. At last, she would be entitled to the handsome commission that she so often discussed with Kenchi when she had to justify those late nights in the office that filled her with so much guilt. She was so fortunate to have such an understanding wife: one who would accept the hours of waiting until the metro finally delivered Tachu home to their expensive suburban apartment.
She examined her shaven pate in the bathroom mirror reflection in which she could also see Kenchi dozing under the silken sheets, blissfully unperturbed by thoughts of her day in the classroom where she taught all those young boys and girls the intricacies of mathematics and who were wholly undeserving of her tuition. And how could they be deserving? Tachu was so grateful she was married to a woman so very beautiful, whose naked body was unquestionably the object of the desire of so many other men and women. And a woman who was hers to love and desire whenever she so desired. She smiled indulgently as Kenchi rolled over, her bluish scalp on the down-filled pillows and her arms stretched out in prayer-like formation in front of her.
Tachu sighed. Her bosom swelled with love. Kenchi was the perfect lover. No one could ever match her in beauty and cleverness.
But first, best not to neglect her crotch. It wouldn't do for the executives from TFC to see even the shadow of stubble there. She'd been so embarrassed that time when entertaining the DAL executives when she found that long hair that had so sneakily evaded her razor.
And then, over the high-pitched whirr of her laser-sharp razor, she heard a grunt coming from the bed.
"Are you awake, Kenchi dear?" Tachu asked softly.
Kenchi stirred slightly, her eyes opened slightly and she smiled.
"I couldn't let you leave on this big day without wishing you well, could I?" she almost groaned through her sleep-encrusted lips.
Tachu felt so much love at that moment. Oh Kenchi! However many times Tachu might declare her love it was never enough.
"Just a moment, sweetest. I've got to look my best today. I don't want a single trace of hair on my crotch!"
Kenchi nodded.
"No. That wouldn't do! What might the executives think? A senior female sales exec with hair? The very idea!"
Soon enough Tachu made sure to the best of her ability that she was as presentable as she could be. Kenchi was so understanding! As a school teacher she could risk a day's, even several days', stubble, but appearance was paramount in Tachu's profession. And soon Tachu could leave the bathroom, in her full nakedness, and strode over to her wife who leaned up, supporting her weight on an elbow.
"Just a little nibble?" she pleaded.
Of course!" said Tachu. "But only briefly. I've got a train to catch!"
And so Tachu stood in front of Kenchi who leaned her face forward, her lips open and her tongue slipping seductively through the parted teeth. And Tachu received the full sensual delight of her lover's tongue on the ragged inner lips of her vulva, and then, more delightful than even that, the sharp nip of Kenchi's teeth on those same lips. Tachu put a hand on Kenchi's stubbled head, relishing this humbling expression of love.
"Enough!" commanded Tachu reluctantly. "I've got to get going!"
"It'll be alright, won't it?" asked Kenchi anxiously, just as reluctantly removing her lips from Tachu's genital ones. "They'll sign and the deal will be finalised in the traditional manner?"
"It will be a bukkake ceremony of unmatched excellence!" Tachu assured her, but remembering too well those painful occasions when the expected final ceremony did not happen. Those times when an unsuspected tender from a rival firm had undercut or overtaken that offered by the senior sales executive of United Leverage plc.
Kenchi nodded, but Tachu could see that her wife recognised too well the anxiety that she felt. Maybe this would be another yearned-for tender finalisation that would not be signed and sealed with the client's semen. The shame and dishonour would surely be too much to bear at the next board meeting. Perhaps she would again feel the full wrath of the CEO's anal penetration and chastisement. Although Tachu recognised the necessity of such ritual humiliation, the pain and sheer messiness of it forever haunted her as she endeavoured to do the best she could for her company's shareholders' interests.
She tried to take her mind off her anxieties as she sat on the metro while it thundered towards the city centre. Opposite her was a girl whose hair must have been at least a centimetre long. Tachu sniffed. What a slut! But there were just no standards amongst the young these days. She regarded her own reflection in the windows opposite, acting as a perfect mirror against the darkness of the tunnel as the train rattled on. Her best suit, discreetly opened so that the full heave of her full bosom could be seen, a glimpse of the areola just about visible, and her short skirt under which today she was definitely not going to wear any knickers and through which any one leaning down might catch a peek of her smooth shaved crotch.
Tachu regarded the other passengers. A group of schoolchildren were gathered together, all identically dressed, girls and boys: blazers, ties, baggy shorts to the knees, long white socks from the knees to their black shoes and only the well-scrubbed knees showing. Like her and all the other passengers, except the slut opposite in her jeans and sleeveless tee-shirt, with their scalps neatly shaven. Tachu felt a small pang of envy at the boldness of the unshaven girl, who would probably be quite pretty if she'd paid more attention to her appearance. Why! Tachu was sure that she even had hair under her armpits. How disgusting! Unless she worked in a vegetarian café or a record shop, how could a girl like that possibly get a job?
When she got to the office, she immediately searched out Menga, whom she knew would have been in the office at least an hour before her, as custom dictated. She'd thought long and hard about which one of her junior sales reps should have the privilege of accompanying her on the deal finalisation ceremony, and she had decided that it was Menga who was the most deserving. Those long hours she had put in to preparing the tender! (Though she could never be sure how long after she left the office her staff might decide it was prudent for them to also leave).
Menga stood up from her desk as Tachu approached, as did the other girls in the office, but she could see that it was her that Tachu was most intent on approaching. She bowed her head slightly as Tachu came near.
"Good morning, ma'am!" she said, with a tremulous quiver to her voice.
"Are you prepared, Menga?" Tachu asked. "Have you shaved and scrubbed yourself?"
"I have indeed, ma'am!"
"You might consider another shower this afternoon. And I hope you remembered to bring your razor?"
"I have, ma'am!"
"Fourteen hundred hours. Executive suite Twenty Six. Make sure you're there!"
Menga nodded, her face struggling to restrain any expression of her delight at the honour bestowed on her. Tachu turned around and left, and Menga and the other girls sat down only when the office door had closed behind the executive manager. Tachu could imagine the envy her other junior staff were at this moment feeling towards their lucky colleague!
It was a tense morning for Tachu as she ensured that all the arrangements were in place for the afternoon. She made sure that the caterer, the photographer and the seating arrangements were exactly right. She didn't want a single thing to upset the big event. But most importantly she had to ensure that she herself was wholly presentable. And this meant, of course, that she would need to take a shower in the executive staff washroom.
As Tachu scrubbed herself vigorously with a loofah under the stinging spray of the shower, she could hear the clickety click of a pair of stiletto heels stride across the tiles and then heard someone sit down in one of the door-less toilet cubicles. She poked her head out of the shower and saw that it was Chenkun, the senior marketing executive, who was carefully pulling off her clothes.
"Do you want a shower too?" Tachu called out.
"No. Not at all, Tachu," Chenkun replied with a smile. "I've just been attending another tiresome meeting and I thought I'd relax by masturbating before proceeding with the rest of my duties."
"Do you want to borrow my vibrator?" Tachu suggested amiably. "It's a Caldron 19. A very fine model."
"No, that's fine, Tachu. But I appreciate the offer. Especially if you've already used it and I could share of your fluids. But I much prefer my Thunder 73. It has just the right rhythm for how I feel at the moment!"
Tachu smiled as her naked colleague pulled out her long purple vibrator from inside her handbag, sat on the toilet seat with her legs parted and worried the lips of her vagina with the whirring toy. However, as she returned to her ablutions, she dismissed the idea of accompanying her colleague in mutual masturbation by the consideration that the executives from TFC might not appreciate the smell or taste of a previously excited vagina. But it was a distraction for her to listen to her colleague's ecstatic gasps as the buzzing sex toy aided her towards her solo climax.
"Are the executives from TFC here yet?" Tachu asked the receptionist anxiously on the appointed hour.
"Promptly, ma'am," the receptionist nodded, keeping her eyes discreetly lowered.
"Thank you. Please escort them to the executive suite where I shall be waiting for them."
With that, Tachu spun around on her torturously high stilettos and strode towards the room where, as arranged, Menga was standing naked, except for her own stiletto heels, by the side of the spread laid out by the caterers.
"Is everything in order, Menga?" Tachu asked.
"Yes, ma'am," her naked junior assented, bowing her head.
"The photographer?"
"She's waiting in the anteroom, ma'am."
Tachu nodded. Everything did indeed seem to be in order. And Menga was sweetly perfumed, her crotch and pate meticulously shaved, her lips rouged a very dark red and her eyes stylishly painted with kohl.
"So, we are sure that everything is as it should be for the CEO from TFC and his colleagues?"
Menga nodded. "Yes, ma'am!" she announced firmly and decisively.
And then they arrived, the CEO and his senior executives, their heads properly shaved and wearing expensive double-breasted suits, escorted by the receptionist, her eyes modestly averted, and the rings in her bare nipples linked by a company-approved chain.
"Welcome, Mr Chien, sir!" said Tachu. "And welcome also to your colleagues. We have prepared a small repast for your pleasure of which we would be delighted you partook before we finalise the deal."
Mr Chien was a small stocky man in his early fifties who nodded and gestured to his silent coterie of executives. "You heard the lady!" he said. "Tuck in!"
The executives did so, crowding around the table where the food was presented and where Menga stood, naked and also silent, by the side.
Tachu gestured towards her junior sales rep. "Please serve Mr Chien with a selection of what the caterers have so generously provided," she commanded.
Only when Mr Chien had lifted a chicken leg to his mouth and took a bite from it did the other executives do the same with any of the food they had selected, while Menga fussed around them to make sure that not one of them would be without the serviettes and forks they might require.
"I see you are married," remarked Mr Chien, glancing at the ring on Tachu's finger.
"Yes, sir," said Tachu, unable to suppress the pride in her voice. "And to a most beautiful woman, I am happy to say."
"I'm very happy for you," smiled the CEO. He chewed the chicken decorously, holding a serviette up to his mouth. "I have several wives and a husband. All are very pleasant, although my first wife is getting on a bit now."
"Your other wives are younger, sir?"
"Very much so. And much more sexually active. Although my first wife does her best when the occasion demands of it."
"She must be very pleased for you, sir."
"Indeed she is."
Soon enough, the food was consumed and everyone sat down at the executive table to sign the various documents that Tachu and her staff had prepared. Everyone that is except Menga who stood, naked and self-consciously, by the dining table. First each executive would carefully read the documents, sign it and pass it on to the executive to their left. Eventually the document would arrive at Mr Chien, seated next to Tachu, who would give the document only the most cursory glance before, with a flourish, signing the document in the section reserved only for him.
And then when all the documents were signed, Tachu pressed the little buzzer by her side and a secretary appeared, picked up the documents and without raising her head to look at the assembled executives scurried out on her high stiletto heels.
"And now," said Tachu, at last permitting herself a smile, "we can complete the transaction."
The executives looked anxiously at their CEO. He nodded and smiled, the first time since he had arrived in the room. "Yes, we can." He looked at Tachu. "I take it that first I fuck your delightful colleague and then I complete the ceremony on your charming self?"
It was all Tachu could do to resist breaking into a grin of satisfaction. The ceremony was to proceed as tradition demanded. "Yes, sir," she said, fighting off a gasp of excitement. "Menga is well-practised at the art of fucking. Her vagina as well as her anus is fully at your disposal."
"She remains unmarried, I take it?"
"She is, sir, though she is very sweet with a gentleman from the Systems Development department."
"He is a very fortunate man in having such a beautiful lover."
Before the ceremony could begin it was necessary that the photographer be ready to take the pictures. Tachu summoned her in by intercom and smiled as she strode in, several cameras slung around her shoulders and a huge tripod in her hands. The company photographer dressed in a smart suit, with a skirt short enough that she could crouch with it being no obstacle to her and a torch secured around her shaven pate should extra light be needed for any of the requisite shots. She slightly bowed her head and almost immediately began snapping pictures of the executives.
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