The meeting started at 2 in the afternoon; the new airborne meeting room barely finished, it had cost Michael a million for the renovation alone. He had added a few of the amenities that were normal, a wet bar and stylish couches and technical additions. Cameras for a video feed moved along to any motion in the pressurized hull of the jet, audio microphones picked up even the slightest breath in the cabin. But the room had other additions as well. The Learjet had picked up the men that had all come to the Italian office, the next largest segment of the corporation officers and leaders of merger partners that had come in for the annual sales updates, some scheduled to stay over the weekend. The jet raced over the Atlantic effortlessly as the men sat back in the plush leather couches, listening as Michael discussed numbers. The corporation was in the early stages of an IPO and these men were the major players of private investment. Each of them were interested in vying for the ability to represent Michael's company. The redhead had been summoned and had parsed out drinks and catered to the clients as the meeting droned on, silently moving through the cabin, refilling glasses, making sure the luncheon dishes were pulled, the coats all stowed More than one man had been distracted by her smooth lean legs and creamy smooth skin, her alluring eyes and full tits as they flushed up between her scooped uniform jacket. Avery batted her long lashes at the men as they strained to listen to Michael and dreamily leer at her hard taut body that appeared before them, kneeling to take the glasses and refreshing the drinks, her legs parting slightly and her glossy lips moistly smiling at each passenger, her green eyes twinkling as she waited for the meeting to finish up. She set down small electronic kiosks near each of them as she collected their plates and glasses. Kneeling, her vantage point had a fortunate view, the availability to size up the men's cock slabs that rested and stirred in their suits, their fuck loads so close to her as she serviced them in the slender cabin. She had wished that Cassie's dad had let her service his clients with her mouth rather than being their attendant, she ached inside knowing that all these men would be soon mauling her stunning offered body. The rituals at the Ritz that Michael had insisted on had convinced her that nothing she knew before or since could enthrall her the way she wanted this; this was the enticement she had longed for, wanted, needed. She took the dishes forward in the cabin. Michael wrapped up as he spoke. "So gentlemen, now is the bidding speculation. The numbers of the company speak for themselves but I realize that some sort of inducement should be proffered. The negotiations are open, simply make your choices on the polling stations that you have." The men retrieved the small electronic devices and saw the screen, different amounts clearly available for them to choose from. Michael stepped into the salon separate from the main cabin. As the men looked over the small devices, the whirr of hydraulics sounded. The floor of the cabin opened in on itself and a leather molded lounger rose up, Avery walked from the forward cabin and silently sat properly on the lounger facing them all. "Gentlemen, as an added inducement, we have a bonus offering. Avery?" Avery slowly, ever so slowly drew her red hair back from her face and looked at them all, her green eyes tempting and forbidding. She smiled and allowed her hands to undo her tunic buttons and let them part as the jacket draped away. The rapture of a pale blue sheer top perfectly molded to her full tits, the nipples barely hidden by a thin strap of a white bikini strap coursing over each tit cap, and extending down her delicious sculpted body as she shrugged off the garment, then seemingly to lift effortlessly, the already shortened skirt followed to the floor, revealing the micro hem of the transparent dress, a microchip panty tugged and wedged far up in between her cunt lips, the labia actually folding around the slice of fabric and her legs ending in high heels, that supplely rose to show the firm muscles of her inner thighs. She wasted no time in molding her hands to her huge tits and presenting them as she turned and allowed all the men to see her taut ass, split narrowly by the tiny thong, the strings hugging her high hips and looping down into her ass. The sight to the men was astounding; Avery was the embodiment of every un-fuckable cheerleader and rich Daddy's little girl they all longed to fuck but were not then, or since, never given the opportunity to. Yet here she was ready to perform on them as eagerly as they wanted and probably more than that. Slithering down slowly onto the lounger, Avery gave a warm invitation to the closest bidder and before he had a chance to stand Avery was luxuriating in bathing his cock in her mouth and looking up at him and the others with her green sparkling eyes. She leaned out from the lounger and opened her mouth and lips to allow the man to let her suck his hardening cock that he presented her. She saw that the others were standing and were eagerly pulling down their zippers and fishing out their hard cocks. Avery swallowed whole the cock that had swollen in her mouth and enjoyed the thick prodding into her lips. She eyed Michael and knew that she'd soon be ready for her newest assignment, but for now she opened up wide and allowed the men to use her throat sleeve as a moist jack socket for their warm creamy seed. She leaned her neck out forward, her glossed lips parted, eager for their wads and the hands that pulled her hair and head down hard and deep onto the men's full throbbing cocks. She ached to drive up the bidding and her talents were effective for that as she brought each man's scum load up to boiling, ready to flood out and she eased off, her spit strings pulling away as she gave a pearly white smile at the man, her pinken lips easing off and going on to the next guest/bidder in the line that she had been stroking up in her hand. To Be Continued...