During my years, I have been fortunate to have been successful in business. However, not a day goes by when I don't remember those who gave me important lessons.

Some of these lessons may have caused embarrassment, a few created a financial cost...but each was valuable...but there was one I will remember for as long as I live.

I was 27 years old, I had a number of properties and had recently bought a bar with 2 friends. On paper, I was very wealthy and I had the lifestyle you can imagine, including the women, who were attracted to this young man, with cash, with the porsche...and with the businesses. I decided it was time to step up and decided to buy a larger bar, popular in the city and obviously not cheap, this was going to be a significant risk for me.

Within my industry, more than most, business is done within a bar or club, with a bottle of champagne to celebrate, with a good vodka or whisky during the negotiation. I met with the senior owner of this bar, he was in his mid 50's, silver hair and beard, but slim and tanned. I was warned that he was a strong negotiator and that I needed to be prepared and careful...but I never expected this.

After some small talk at the bar, we collected our drinks and moved to his office in the back. As we left the bar, 2 gorgeous women, dress in short skirts and loose tops, followed us as we walked. I obviously spotted them, but there was no comment or acknowledgement from my competitor. We walked into his office and he held the door, waiting for me to take my seat. "I hope you don't mind my assistants joining us", he said, with the 2 models walking confidently into the room.

Slightly flustered, I responded, "no, of course not", hoping that I hadn't lost all professionalism.

We began to talk, with me discussing what I thought the business was worth and why my offer was not only competitive, but as good as he could get. Barely acknowledging my words, the models, sat either side of him, were focusing on him, lifting his drink to his lips for him and stroking his hair, while he caressed the long legs in front of me. On a couple of occasions, I admit, I got flustered and lost track of my pitch, but managed to pull this back again. I finished, with confidence, I looked firmly at the man and said, "so, can we do business?"

With the same relaxed attitude he had shown throughout the meeting, he sat forward...while doing so his assistants, leant back, both opening their legs, showing me everything in their short skirts. I hadn't realised they were without panties...but I did now.

Fighting to refocus, the owner looked at me, "I don't agree with your calculations". He turned to one of his assistants, who turned away, exposing her breast which fell from the side of her top, as she leant behind to lift some papers. I could feel my dick pressing uncomfortably against my pants. She was one of the most attractive women I had ever seen. I saw that the man noticed me looking and gave me a small grin. I looked to the ground, embarrassed that I had been caught...but why, I was never embarrassed...I was starting to feel very uncomfortable.

The man dropped the papers on the desk, "take a look at these calculations", he said, with the second model now leaning forward, her nipple falling from her top. I looked that the papers, while still trying to focus on these women in front of me...barely recognising the numbers, let alone understanding what they meant. I tried to bluff, "ok, I can agree these, but I still feel my offer is....", my conversation was interrupted, as one of the models accidently spilt her drink onto her chest, the cool liquid making her skin glisten and her nipple more erect. The man couldn't stop himself...and I heard him laugh. I stopped myself and looked at him, part in anger, part in confusion. He clapped his hands and said, "right girls, off you go". Both girls stood up, corrected their skirts which had now raised showing me their bald pussies and amazing ass and walked from the room. 

The man looked at me and asked me whether I still wanted to buy the club. I could barely talk and made a series of noises, with no bearing to the words I wanted to say. He laughed loudly and clapped his hands, clearly amused. He looked at me and said, "Jay, I've heard only great things about you, but I won't be selling you my place"...I understood, frustrated, I tried to stand, but still with my dick bulging. He looked at me with a smile...and said, "no, please sit. I want to speak with you". I took a drink and looked at him, glad I didn't have to try to stand...and raised my glass. He explained that he heard great things and wanted to work with me on some other projects. Today though, he wanted to see how focused I was. With this comment, I clearly thought I'd failed and visibly deflated. With this he laughed loudly and refilled my glass, slapping my back in recognition.

He looked at me and said, "actually, you did a lot better than most...and a lot better than I would, at your age". We spoke for over an hour and he explained this is how he meets all people for the first time. Wanting to know if the men he was dealing with, were listening to their head, or their dick. He explained that in our industry, there are many women, but not a lot of great deals, so he wanted to see which I was using when I met him...my brain, or my penis.

I guess I passed the test, as I worked with him for over 10 years, till he finally retired. Unfortunately, retirement didn't work for him and he died 18 months after. However, he taught me that sometimes, it's not what you know...it is how you distract others that can make you the best opportunity. I admit, occasionally, I use the same trick. Recently, I bought a club for 30% less than expected, due to the beauty of my own 2 assistants )))

So when I come to a meeting...and I'm greeted in this way. I smile and remember my lessons from the past...and remember that the deal comes first...then I cum later.