Claire thought about this, flattered that Bobby had said that she was a good trainer.
Bobby continued. “And if we can satisfy their needs they’ll tell more people and before you know it we’ll be running loads of courses! Come on, Claire,” he finished, giving her boobs another squeeze.
“Oh, OK. I suppose you’re right, Bobby. I guess I’m just a bit nervous,” she agreed.
“Don’t worry, darling. Let’s go and wow them!” Bobby encouraged.
When they returned back to the main room, the clients were sitting on the circle of chairs that Bobby had arranged earlier around a flipchart.
“Right then, Gentlemen. Let’s get started with a little theory before we get onto some practical demonstrations,” he said eliciting some good natured booing. He and Claire had agreed that she would sit back and let him handle the initial lecture and she would then lead the more hands-on part of the training.
Claire, sat down in a chair at the front next to the flipchart Bobby was using. She crossed her legs, painfully aware that her panties were completely exposed to the audience and wishing that she hadn’t taken Bobby’s request to dress attractively quite as literally.
She looked around at the clients who were all middle-aged men of various shapes, sizes and races. What they did have in common was that none of them seemed to paying much attention to Bobby.
Rather they were all staring either at her substantial freckled cleavage or up her tiny revealing skirt. Claire blushed delightfully at their attention but kept her mind focused on what Bobby was saying.
However, despite her best efforts, Claire’s mind drifted until she was suddenly brought back to reality as she realised his speech was ending.
“And now, guys, time for the practical session,” he finished. The delegates cheered heartily.
“Right let me see… George. Come and sit here at the front in this chair. What we’re going to do first is see what your tolerance for being tempted into indiscretion by the opposite sex is just so you know your own limits.”
George, an attractive large black gentleman with glasses and salt-and-pepper hair, came happily to the fore, accompanied by catcalls and cheers from his comrades.
Claire was slightly bemused. This hadn’t been in the script she and Bobby had agreed. She had been expecting to explain to the gentlemen how one could recognize sexual harassment. Obviously Bobby could sense her concern because he gave her a reassuring nod and wink, immediately making her feel better: after all he was the experienced training professional. Beforehand he had emphasised how important flexibility was to a good trainer.
“Claire, what I’d like you to do is do your absolute best to seduce George. His job will be sit there, with his arms folded, and not move his hands no matter what you do to him. Your job is to make him move his hands by tempting him in any way you want.” He turned to the delegates and continued. “The idea of this exercise is for you to see how far you can be pushed before you give in to any sexual offers which can quite often lead to charges of harassment or discrimination.”
Claire looked at George, who was tall and well-built, with interest. What Bobby had said made sense and she was determined to do a good job.
“OK, do you both know what to do?” Bobby asked.
Claire gave an uncertain nod but George smiled, saying, “No problem,” in a deep voice. He sat back, folded his arms and looked straight ahead with no expression on his face.
“Right, you may begin.”
Claire didn’t know where or how to start. She supposed at least that she was lucky that George was the subject of this exercise. He was by far the best looking man in the room, if not the only good-looking man in the room. Certainly she wouldn’t have wanted to get close to any of the others through choice.
She stood in front of George so that he had to look up at her, his impassive face at the height of her chest.
She lent over him, giving him a good view down her t-shirt of her lovely breasts. “Hi, George,” she breathed into his ear, careful not to touch him but certain that he would be getting a good sniff of her light playful perfume.
George ignored her so she decided to be a bit more direct, by kissing his ear and then his neck. “Come on, George. Don’t you want to play?”
George gave out a deep low growl, sending a shiver down her spine but said nothing.
She stood back up, certain now that she had caught his interest. She noticed that the room had gone strangely silent as the other men watched what she was doing, wide-eyed and rapt.
She decided on her next method of attack and straddled his lap, facing towards him and began to rub her breasts in his face, remembering how effective this had been with Bobby.
“Come on, George, don’t you want to touch by great big boobs? They’re really firm and fat. I promise you’ll like them,” she teased sure that he would break at any moment and reach out for her tits.
When he continued to resist, Claire determined to take her seduction a step further and pulled off her t-shirt to the general and noisy approval of the room. She was wearing an elaborate and pretty black bra, her hard nipples poking through the flimsy material.
This time she was careful to ensure her stiff pink nipples rubbed across his mouth causing him to twitch underneath her. She couldn’t be sure but his cock felt big.
She tried this for a few more minutes without much response. However, noticing the sweat beading on his forehead, Claire decided to risk it all and unclasped her bra to groans of wonder from the other delegates.
This time when she put her right nipple to his mouth, she almost shrieked when his tongue darted out and licked it lustily before he began to nibble and suck at her breasts with little, if any, control.
She looked around at Bobby in triumph but he just shook his head made a groping gesture with his hands.