QVC Julia: The Arrival of a Sex Goddess Part 2

QVC Julia Roberts: The Arrival of a Sex Goddess – Part 2 – The First Arrangement

From the view of Julia

It was around 2001 when I finally caught up with The Brass. I had known him a little over the years, but not off screen. I wanted to say thanks for his praise he had given me to my bosses and learn more about him. A few others, like Debbie and Claire, had taken a shine to him; but a few others, Allison, equally hadn’t. He was a, you like him, or you don’t person. I wasn’t concerned about liking him. I was interested in his money and well, let’s see if he was as big down there, as his bulky body was.

My partner seemed to be more interested in me, but I was moving on more and more, both as the months passed and my success increased. I had my new soft top sports car too. I was feeling more and more like a new woman. I was the biggest earner now too.

***

“You ready for the show tomorrow?” The Brass asked.

I had saw him in the canteen in between shows. My first opportunity to thank him.

“Yes, can’t wait. Had been a while. I was wondering if you fancied getting something to eat after it. I actually wanted to thank you.” I said.

“Thank me for what? You don’t need to thank me, you’re the star here Julia. You’re my own star, the prettiest presenter here. Always have been since day one.” He flirted.

“It’s just…well I have had a promotion and lots of praise. A lot is down to you. You said some nice comments about me, and I wanted to say thanks.”

“Like I said, no need to thank me. In fact. I was hoping to speak to you offline, so to speak. Maybe that is a good opportunity. If you are free.”

“Ok, not a problem. What about?” I enquired.

“Look you are excellent at what you do. I see that through my own sales. You are professional, highly regarded. I may have a n opportunity for you. A new role in my company. Let’s leave it there until tomorrow evening.”
I was excited and curious. I was wondering what this could be. Just as he was leaving, the Brass said,

“Oh, and wear this tomorrow, will help with the sales.”

He put his large hands into the oversized pockets of his coats and pulled out a very large an expensive necklace.

“Why thank you.” I replied.

The way he passed it across, he was so loud, he made sure everyone heard and saw. This side of success wasn’t great. Jealousy was starting. Debbie had mentioned it to me now. A few were jealous of some of my, well assets, you could call them.

“Good show, You get to keep that.” He whispered that part, so no one overheard. He has done this a few times the past 6 months.

***

I went for a Bra fitting in the morning before our meeting. I felt like I need to collect some new lingerie and wanted to check my size. I was feeling posh and went to an expense branch in London. The shop assistants were all quite middle class and I’m sure one them recognised me from TV, I liked that.

As the fitter started to measure me with the tape. I looked down at my boobs. I felt lucky, I had big boobs, but it was their shape. They had a good shape to them. Did make them very alluring. I could see what attracted men to them.

Despite being over 40 and having two c***dren, they had kept their shape and just got bigger as I had as aged, I always did look after them. Put cream on them day and night. Along with my hair, my boobs were one of my biggest attributes, in a literal sense too.

“34 back. Still the same as the bra you have on.”

“Oh, you are a big girl. Just let me…double check. Yes, yes, an E cup. You’re 34E. Definite 34E now. You’re a cup size bigger than you have on.” The fitter said.

I smiled. A few extra pounds had gone to the right places. I would need new lingerie now. See the more money you earned the easier you spent it. Working in sales, I knew the fitter saw this has a great opportunity to earn some money from me now. I picked a few sets and started to think about what I would wear for the meeting. The Brass, rumours true or not, didn’t strike me as kinky or tarty in what he would appreciate. He worked with clothes and admired how they were made. I would make sure my choices to wear for my time with him, were well made and expensive.

***

I put on a special dress for the show. With time limited, I would have to wear it on air and then for our dinner meeting. The show went well and from the orders we were receiving, it was as good as The Brass wanted. He was pleased. I caught him looking at my cleavage during the show. I was pleased, I wanted his attention at that dinner date and hopefully after. I wore the neclace at its full length, so the pendant rest snuggly at the top of my cleavage. I got the impression that the cameramen were enjoying it too.

***

Time went quickly and we agreed to meet separately for dinner, to not alert prying eyes. I arrived in my new sports car. I felt glamourous in my car, nice dress and going to such a highly regarded restaurant. It was half an hour drive but highly regarded and had hotel rooms too, where I presumed The Brass was staying. I was excited.

“Wow. Same dress but even nicer the longer you have it on. Looking great.” Said The Brass.

“Same to you…apart from the suit and not the dress.” I flirted.

We went in and went to our table. I got the impression The BRass was a regular there and one they liked. The service was very attentive and quick. No holds barred.

“They do make a lot of fuss over me here. I love staying. It’s great.” He exclaimed.

The proposal sounded good. It was something I was interested in but gathered, there may be a little more to it. The arrangement being I was to be his ‘plus one’ at all social events whilst in the UK. I would be paid a small fee. Any expenses on the day all paid for and depending on the type of deal a cut of what was agreed.

He needed to expand the UK and needed someone based in the UK to help him. He also knew that I would do my research and make sure I was an asset at the meetings and events.

The food was great, and I caught him staying at me a lot during the dinner. My hair, face, cleavage and back again. I said I was happy with the arrangement and excited.

Then, well I kind of realised what the secret work was, as he indicated I should go back to his hotel room to sign off any contracts. The way he said it, he wanted a piece of me, and this would maybe be part of all the events. I didn’t mind. I was attracted to The Brass for his power and money. I would get good money and make new connections.
On the way to his hotel room, he was very complementary about me and saying how much he wanted to work with me. Looking at two to three events a year, maybe more. How well I would do and further opportunities it could lead too.

As we entered the room he poured himself a whiskey and me a water, as I was driving.

“Make surely comfortable Julia.” He said.

I sat on one of the chairs near the desk, where there were masses of documents. I crossed my legs seductively, flashing quite a bit of leg. I caught him glancing as I did it.

“I was hoping I could get to know you a little more. There is a lot I could learn from you. I am very ambitious.” I flirted.

“There is plenty I will teach you and I promise you will make good contacts. I didn’t pick up on all this ambition you have. I like it. I want you to push me. I like it that you want more money and are ambitious. We could make a very good team.”

“Maybe we could get to know each other in other ways.” I flirted.

I could tell he was liking it and surprised. He didn’t see my desire for money.

“With this hunger for more money. I think I will have to have another arrangement too.”

“What would that me?” I licked my lips as I said this.

“Oh well Julia…. look…let’s not have any contracts, they are not necessary. You are smart enough to know that. We can trust each other in that area. The money will be up and down though. You will do well. Trust me.” He explained.

“The other arrangement. Well Julia. I get a little bored over here sometimes, maybe my business events plus one could be my plus one in the hotel room too. Also, any overnight events, one hotel room is cheaper than two. Being money motivated. Maybe I could pay you the savings we make.”

“I could just lay next to you all night. Dressed appropriately. Covered up you know. You don’t necessarily need our bodies to come together in any way. It’s an economical approach. All about the business and cost saving. Nothing more. It’s not like…you know. You would like to touch me….”

“Touch you.” He said.

“Well you know…I gathered you like my hair, but I don’t know whether you like my body. Maybe you like, my face, my legs, my bum, my curves…or maybe what I offer here.” I teased him.

I seductively pointed at each body part, as I mentioned them. He following my hand pointing at each area. I could see his mouth becoming moist.

“To answer that Julia…well I would have to see each part individually. Really assess them. Like a business deal. Then I could know whether, the money, will stretch further, as you know, could be a bit of body to body laying there in the evening. I’m a big man you know. I can spread out quite far. Make contact your parts.” He teased back.

I stood up and walked towards him, watching him look me up and down, observing each and every curve.

“Have a feel. Let me whet your appetite.”

I placed his hands on my shoulders, then my hips and then my bum which he squeezed and held.

“I will be yours after each deal. My whole body. All yours.” I whispered this in his ear seductively.

Leaving his hands holding my bum. Hi kissed me passionately. I could feel his erection through my dress and on my body. His hands then moved to my hips and around my face, the more we kissed, the more aggressive if felt. We then found ourselves on the bed. He got up.

“I’m sure you will like my offering.” He said.

He took his clothes off and his body was much as I had thought. He was mid 50’s but look much older. Probably from all the alcohol. He was big, over 6 feet, nice broad shoulders, but was round and quite fat. His tummy hanged over his boxer shorts. His attractiveness was his power no doubt about it. He pulled his short down. He was quite hairy around his cock and a little grey. His cock was decent size and hard for me.

I gestured to go down on him, but he wasn’t interested in that. I would get to know this about The Brass. The sex, although quite good, would always be the same each time and straight forward. That part of the arrangement wouldn’t fulfil me like the other.

“Should I keep this necklace on or do you want be totally naked?” I flirted whilst making a positive smile at his cock.

“Full naked. I think. I will need a receipt for each transaction too.” He flirted.

“Could you take my necklace and maybe my dress off?” I said.

The Brass got up and unhook my necklace from the back and gently removed it, I felt his gaze lingering on my cleavage, looking at its deepness, where the pendent hovered above. Putting it on the side before returning, he started to take my dress off from the back. I could feel his erection pressing against my curvy bum as he took my dress off.

You could tell he worked with clothes. He was considerate about how he took it off and placed it on the chair neatly. I was stood there in my lingerie. I didn’t want to be too tarty, so kept it sophisticated. I would learn that he wasn’t into sexy lingerie but expense, well made. Like I said he was passionate about clothing.

“Stunning. In every sense.” He said in wonder.

I rested him on the end of the bed with his legs open. I rested my curvy bum in his lap and turned sideward facing him, as he looked down into my cleavage.

“This is the next bit I need your help with.” I flirted.

He pulled my knickers off slowly. I kicked out my leg to help them off. He gently fingered my pussy as I groaned. As he did that I stroked his cock with one hand, with the other hand, from the arm turned onto his body, holding one of his broad shoulders.

We kissed again and touched each other. He moved back into the bed and placed me on top, still in my bra. His cock slipped in easily. I liked the feel. I moved my hips around and built up a pace watching him.
He was maybe too big to move around a lot. I got the impression he liked his woman on top. He moaned as I moved and reached to unhook my bra. Again, he knew what he was doing. As my bra came off, my boobs popped out. He groaned more watching in delight as they danced around above his head.

He started to suck them one at a time, as each one was sucked my nipples became rock hard. I felt his cock stiffen ever so slightly as he played with my big boobs. I moved faster and found myself climaxing and I was a little loud. I wanted him to know. He seemed pleased, although this was the reverse, as to what would happen in the events. He would do all the work with the client with me standing next to him, and in the bedroom, I would be the one doing the work. I didn’t mind either way.

The events, the deals, the money. That was the foreplay for the activity after. He eventually came and was quite loud. I felt happy he had enjoyed it. I felt it was a business transaction, but in a well-intended way.
As I released myself from the straddled position. I rested my head on his tummy and was affectionate. I was happy he had chosen me. He seemed to like that. He discussed more about the clients he was working on and what I could do and how he would contact me.

It really was ********** and a little bit of glamour. I didn’t get the impression such events, were in places you wouldn’t like to visit. I found myself thinking of how I would need to create a separate bank account to start putting this money into and what excuses I would need to tell my partner.

He had met The Brass at other parties over the past couple of years. He wasn’t fond of him. Looked down on him because he was loud and a little fat. Little did he know, I saw him differently. I saw a powerful wealthy man. I didn’t think he was the sort of Sugar Daddy I had started to fantasy about. He would always be based in the US. I got the impression, that’s where his family were. He was married. This was a genuine business arrangement with money. It was easy though. With a little extra benefit at the end. Having climaxed, I could myself benefiting sexually too. I found it all quite a turn on.

As I got dressed before I left. I threw my bra over to the Brass, who was lay in the bed.

“Maybe you get to keep my bra each time as a receipt. You could put your hands in it and well something else when you are missing me. Make you remember what is underneath here.” I said.

He liked that I could tell. With that I left.

***

My boobs were still quite perky, so I could get away being bra free for now but if this arrangement became a success, I would start to need to bring some back up ones, just in case. I had achieved a lot in a short pace of time.
In eighteen months, I’ve had a few promotions, pay rises, new sports car, another side business, and I seemed to have a way with men, and it all turned me on.

I was starting to get power and some control. I felt like a real sex goddess. I put my car into drive with that thought. I started to think about some of the young men, who I had caught the eye of. They could hold an erection and really satisfy me. Maybe in being a sex goddess, I was a milf too. I smiled at myself as I looked in the rear mirror, I was ageing well and drove back.