My Client's Big Surprise: A Futanari Love Story

By Cindel Sabante

How far would you go to save your job?

When Benjamin Carter shows up at his morning meeting only to find out the man he was supposed to see is really a woman, the investment banker loses his cool. And when the CEO of the company his firm is trying to buy turns out to be a young, attractive woman with a quick wit and a big attitude, Benjamin is lost at how to close the deal.

But when Elliot, or Elli as she likes to be called, starts to come onto him in the middle of the meeting, Ben goes along with it until he finds himself under her desk, trapped between her thighs while a rival of his tries to snake his deal right out from under him.

With no where to go and only one thing on his mind, Ben gives into Elli's sexy teasing. And when things go too far, he's left face to face with something he'd never expect to find buried between the legs of the the nubile CEO that has him twisted around her little finger.

Now he has to choose. Give into Elli and her BIG surprise, or lose his job when he loses his deal.

This short story contains a smooth talking banker, a sexy CEO, his humiliation at her hands, and her well-endowed package in his!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cindel Sabante
• Release date: Aug 6, 2014
• ISBN: 9781370289516

Cindel Sabante

Cindel Sabante is a History Professor by day, and a mother, wife, and budding erotica writer by night. By age 30, Mrs. Sabante hopes to be able to travel through Europe with her family and soak in the historical sites she has only seen in print. Feel free to contact this author at [e-mail]

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My Client’s Big Surprise – A Futanari Love Story

Cindel Sabante

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Copyright 2014© Cindel Sabante

All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Miss Sanders will be with you shortly. If you would just have a seat while you wait, said the blonde seated behind the reception desk.

Miss Sanders? I asked in confusion. This must be a mistake. I was scheduled to meet with an Elliot Sanders today.

The receptionist gave me her best bitchy smile as she nodded. "Miss Elliot Sanders, CEO, will be with you shortly. Have a seat."

I took a step back and tried to hide my surprise with the situation. Someone in my office had fucked up royally and now I was walking into a multi-million dollar meeting without even knowing the sex of the person on the other side of the double doors in front of me. I knew how to talk to men in power. I knew what made them tick. But women... There was a reason I stayed away from mergers with women at the head of a company. I simply didn't know how to connect with them.

I wasn't seated for long before the receptionist stood up and waived me back over. But in those few minutes, I'd built up what I was going to say to Miss Sanders in my head. My normal plan of connecting with the man across the table from me by talking about sports and sex wasn't going to fly here. Now all I had to go on were numbers and market share. Neither of which was particularly strong today. I'd come to schmooze, not review figures.

The receptionist was smiling again. And as I stood up, I caught sight of the lithe body in front of me. The blonde behind the desk had the body of a model and the face to back up the attitude she clearly had. I wondered for a second if Miss Sanders put her out here to distract men before her meetings, much like I used my own personal assistant for back in my office. Toss a pretty girl in front of a man who spent most of the day in an office and you might suddenly find yourself facing down an opponent who was too busy undressing the help in his mind than putting up a defense.

Good luck Mr. Carter, said the receptionist as I walked to the double doors. You're going to need it today.

Her tone rattled me. It shouldn't have, but I'd