"Yes, here it is. Tell him I asked you to prepare him for the exam he's going to take this week. Then see if you can help him with his impotence. Got it?"
"That won't be an unpleasant job. He's the best looking guy I've seen in a long time."
"Then you know what to do."
"Roger." Harriet saluted, turned and left.
At one thirty the maitre d' at Dino's seated Kim and Ike at Ike's private table in the corner. Kim moved languidly, calmly, her body still giving off the heat of contentment from the lovemaking she had just experienced. Her eyes were not open as wide as usual, but there was a gentle, satisfied smile on her pretty babydoll lips. They ordered drinks, and Kim sat quietly sipping hers while Ike spoke.
"You did good today, Kim, and I appreciate it." From the pocket inside his suit jacket he took a business envelope, passed it under the table, and laid it in her lap. "You shouldn't go unrewarded."
Kim's hand moved hesitantly, then slowly covered the envelope, feeling that it was much thicker than the one she had received the day before. But she didn't put it into her purse.
"And," Ike went on, "you'll be pleased to know that Curt was in my office today and I'm going to let him take the first grade exam. And, if he does well, I'm going to send him abroad on a deal in just a week or so."
If Ike had thought she was beautiful before, he was then treated to a dazzling display of beauty when her face, heretofore passive and nearly expressionless, broke into the loveliest smile he had ever seen. Her pearly white teeth flashed and her eyes sparkled with little tears of joy.
"Oh, Mr. Harvey," she bubbled. "I don't know how to thank you. It means so much to him. To us. I really won't forget it."
"Well," Ike said magnanimously, "it's a step in the right direction. But don't ever forget that it's all contingent on how he, and you, perform."
Kim giggled with joy. "I won't forget."
"And you can call me Ike."
Kim nodded, still smiling broadly. So her efforts, whatever they had turned out to be, had not been in vain. She had had to engage in adulterous intercourse now twice admittedly enjoying it and might have to do it again once or twice, but Curt would have his chance, and once they saw what a valuable business asset he was, there would be no question about promoting him, and Kim would be released from this awful situation she had had to put herself into. Life wasn't really so bad after all.
They ordered hors d'oevres and munched while they waited for their guest. Kim ate guiltily, begrudging herself the calories she was certain would go straight to her backside. But she felt elated, released from the misery she had endured during the last month, and justified for the indiscretion that had made last night a sleepless one.
They had been waiting for about twenty minutes when their guest arrived. The maitre d' seated him on Kim's right, after the introductions that informed Kim that he was the Minister of Commerce of Zimbabwe, a man named Bernard Khumalo. He was quite tall, over six feet, broad of shoulder and stout in the hips and Kim it shamed her that she noticed saw that he carried a heavy bit of equipment in his pants. She noted an enormous bulge in the front of his over-tight trousers.
Khumalo took her hand graciously. "So it was entirely worth the ten thousand mile trip to come here and meet such a lovely lady."
"She's working in my public relations department," Ike announced. "And she's quite competent." Ike laughed inwardly, because he had almost said "sexual relations department."
"Mr. Khumalo is of royal Zulu blood, Kim," Ike told her. "His forefathers once ruled great parts of Africa."
"We plundered great parts of Africa as well," Khumalo confessed in his deep, rich voice. "We acquired all the cattle of the neighboring tribes and took their women. The Zulus had all the most beautiful women in Africa. But," he added, giving Kim's thigh a squeeze under the table with his big powerful hand, "there was never an African woman as lovely as Kim."
"You can't mean that, Mr Khumalo," Kim giggled as the alcohol she had imbibed invaded her brain.
"Call me Bernard," he said, stroking her thigh, high up near her crotch. "No, my dear, no African woman has such beautiful ivory colored skin or such fine features."
Ike cleared his throat. "Speaking of ivory."
Khumalo smiled and sang in a low voice, "Sixteen tons, that's what you'll get."
Ike smiled broadly and downed his drink.
Curt was somewhat puzzled with the situation. Harriett had called him and told him that Ike was excusing him for the rest of the day so that she could tutor him in the "ins and outs" of the real world with respect to import/export. The young executive could only wonder how a secretary could teach him what he had attended college for four years to learn. But he went along with her in the taxi she had waiting down in the street, and followed her into the apartment she took him to.
"This is Mr. Harvey's town house," she said, walking in ahead of him and shedding her fur coat. "He lives out of town, but sometimes he has to stay in town, or needs a place for a client or something, so he has this apartment."
Curt walked around in wonder at the expensive modern furnishings, the expensive-looking art, the breathtaking view from the giant plate-glass windows that overlooked the city. He could see all the way to the mountains.
He turned. Harriett had a drink for him in her hand. "I hope you like vodka, It's the only thing Ike drinks."
Curt had the feeling she had been here quite a few times, not always as a secretary. She looked much too desirable to be merely an efficient office worker to Ike Harvey. The cleft of her lush breasts was right under his nose and he could smell the expensive perfume she had splashed in the dark recess just before she had brought him here. Her eyes glistened with the light of desire and she reached out her hand and touched him on the waist. The tender touch and the forbidden situation immediately raised the hair on the back of his neck. For some inexplicable reason, he felt a stirring in his loins that he had not felt in what seemed an eternity. He actually felt his cock beginning to swell.
He decided it must be his apparent good fortune, making him feel more like a man, giving him a feeling of power, giving him the power to be a man, and the nearness of this lovely woman who must have the admiration of many rich and powerful men, including Ike Harvey who held Curt's and Kim's future in his hands.
Harriett put her other hand on his waist and began to massage the firm flesh there.
Curt began to stammer. "What about the exam. You were going to help get me ready for it."
Harriett pressed up against him, her fragrant breath against his cheek. "There's no rush. Ike wants to send you, he just wants you to look like you deserve it so his partner Henry Manson won't think he's playing favorites. You've had enough education to get through it all right. I'm just supposed to give you some pointers." She rubbed her full tits back and forth across his chest a few times. "But like I said, there's plenty of time for that."
Harriett's lips brushed his cheek and then fastened on his neck below the ear, and suddenly Curt felt his cock stiffen into glorious erection. He almost shouted for joy. So he was still a man after all! His arms tightened around the warm body of the young woman and she moaned against his neck. Her hands pushed inside his pants in back and she palmed his buttocks while she pushed her pubic mound against one of his thighs and began making lewd humping motions with her pelvis.