Effective Communication Skills

Effective Communication Skills

An eight hour drive, left right after work – my first mistake. It was rush hour traffic, everyone trying to get home and me, trying to get out of town as quickly as possible. All I wanted to do was go – drive, move, feel the road slipping behind me at 80 miles an hour.

I had meetings early in the morning, lunch with my boss Jacque, dinner with the IT group I had worked with. Then there was getting to know my team, learning what they do, sharing information about my job and just what it is I do. No one else on the team has the same job – or wants it for that matter. The thought of all that made me tired before I had even left.

Of course, I had my own training to look forward to. Finally, something new I could learn and wanted to. Being taken in hand, submitting to someone else, letting someone else be in control and just letting go. It was much needed and much desired.

The trainer was someone I had worked with, but never actually met. We had struck up a friendship, exchanged e-mails, pictures, and flirted heavily. His voice was mesmerizing, with a deep resonance that in the right tones, with certain words could send tingling sensations shooting through my body – too many times resulting in soaked panties and the burning need for a cigarette.

He was over a group of developers in IT. He was clearly a leader – had those skills that made people want to follow him – work for him, with him – or in my case under or beside him. My boss had suggested it, as she had worked with him several times and knew that I had already established a rapport with him in previous projects.

My role in Nashville required me to work with all levels of the business – from Executive VP’s to End Users. As a result, I needed to be able to communicate effectively at all levels and persuade others to see my point of view. My boss thought that if I spent some time with him I could pick up some skills and tips to take home with me.

The training would be hands on and one on one – at the office it would consist of attending meetings with him, observing how he interacted with different levels of management, picking his brain, and role playing.

At my hotel room it would consist of a slightly different level of training. The role playing there would be something we couldn’t do at the office – at least not if we intended to keep our jobs. I would follow his lead, do as he asked, learn to submit and accept that I was not in control. My sometimes over assertive role at the office would have to be relinquished.



I don’t remember how it started, I think I just needed someone to vent to and he was willing to listen. Slowly but surely that voice drew me in and I found myself affected in a way I hadn’t intended or expected – but really enjoyed. I had no control, he didn’t put me up on some pedestal like I was the Oracle of All Things, he didn’t treat me like I was the Guru of the office either – in fact most of the time I was a rambling blonde.

I can’t resist a deep voice – it’s like the rumble of a muscle car idling – you can hear the strength in it even when it’s just sitting there. Rev the engine up and OHMIGOD, the sound waves resonate through me like a hand stroking your thigh. Just the thought of a ’69 Chevelle with those sleek sexy lines, a 396 four speed and dual exhaust – it’s enough to make me weak in the knees. Those deep bass tones are my stiff breeze.

At first, I thought the flirting was equal – that we were in the same gutter, talking on the same level, saying the same things. Then I realized, I was in the gutter, he could get there if I pulled him in, but he never actually went there on his own. Somehow I could turn almost any innocent statement into sexual innuendo.

The first time I really recognized this was when he read an e-mail of rules – he had sent it out after some screw up to ensure it would not happen again. The rules were simple, harmless, but the more he read the hotter I got. The first rule contained the word deployment – that was it, from that moment on I was in the gutter. Hearing those rules read now can actually make me cum.

Okay – so it’s a disturbing thought, but damn it feels good. So that’s how it came to be. Now I am on my way to a hotel near the office where I can get a good night’s rest and prepare for the week ahead. I’ve got a lot to learn, a short time to learn it and then it’s back to work with my new skills.

By the time I get to the hotel I am so tired I want to just sleep in the car. I had fought for the last twenty miles of the drive to stay awake, keeping my eyes on the road and focused enough to read the signs so I didn’t end up in Minnesota or god only knows where.

I drag my things behind me into the lobby, stopping at the desk and checking in as quickly as possible – all I want is a hot bath and sleep. I ask for a wake up call at 6:00, time enough to get ready and have some coffee before getting in to the office at 7:30.

The next morning when the phone rings it startles me. I glance at the clock – wake up call 6:00 am – as ordered. I reach for the receiver expecting to hear the recorded voice, but there isn’t one. “Hello?” Still groggy and half asleep my voice is heavy and low.

“Mmm, sounds like someone is still in bed. Did I wake you?” It’s that deep voice – a hint of laughter no doubt at waking me up. I smile “Yes, you did, but it’s okay, I needed to get up anyway.”

“Get up? It’s already up.” And so it begins – my descent into the gutter, loving every minute of it and falling right into it again. “So where is it? You gonna bring it over for deployment?”

“No – I don’t think so. You’ll just have to wait. But if you get to the office soon I’ll let you watch me eat a jelly donut. Slide my tongue in and lick all the jelly out – SLURP.”

“Okay – now I’m awake and you better have that donut ‘cause I’m on my way.”

“Yes ma’am – see ya soon.” He hangs up, leaving me once again soaked and in need of a cigarette. The images of his tongue sliding up inside a donut sucking out jelly are just too tempting to skip.

I rush to make coffee, letting it brew as I lay out my clothes on the bed and turn on the shower. The shower is luke warm when I step in, probably a good thing considering my state of mind, but it gets hot as I wash my hair and soap up.

All dried off and only 15 minutes have passed. I grab a cup of coffee, taking it with me to the bedroom to dress in record time. I double check that I have everything I need and run out the door, grabbing a banana from the breakfast set up in the lobby and heading to my car.

The drive in is quick – it’s only 7:00 when I pull into the parking lot. I wonder if anyone is here to let me in. The office doesn’t actually open until 8:00. Luckily as I head to the door someone else is ahead of me and I follow them in – wondering just where it is I am supposed to go.

As I turn the corner, hoping to see someone I know, I run right into him coming out of what must be the break room. Startled, I let out a gasp – dropping my bag and jumping backwards.

“Are you all right? Little jumpy there aren’t you?”

“You scared me.” I pick up my things and look at him “So where’s that jelly donut?”

“You just missed it – get caught in traffic?”

I give him my best evil eye, my mouth in a tight line – “I missed it? I rushed over here, probably still have shampoo in my hair, half a cup of coffee in me and I missed it?”

He laughs, “I just made a fresh pot of coffee, help yourself.”

“Thanks. Guess I’ll just eat my banana.”

“It’s not gonna work – you know that right?”

“What’s not gonna work? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Of course, I can’t help but smile. I’ll never make it as a poker player.

There is no one around as he leans in and says “The jelly donut is at my desk, and I’d love to see your lips wrapped around that banana.” He walks off leaving me standing there on weak legs, mouth open. I gather myself together and head off after him.

I see him turn the corner into what I presume is his cubicle. I follow, looking around the corner to make sure it isn’t someone else’s desk before I enter. I turn the corner to see him sitting in his chair, legs spread apart, leaning back, casual and controlled.

The donut is on his desk, sitting there on a white napkin drawing my eyes to it like some kind of beacon. I don’t know what to do now, so I look back at him and ask “Are you going to eat that?”

“I don’t know – I thought I might save it for later, maybe take it to a meeting with me.”

“You know I am supposed to shadow you in meetings today. That would be particularly cruel.”

“I know – but remember the cardinal rule?”

“It’s all about you. “

“That’s right, good girl. So where’s your banana? You really should eat that now – breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”

I drop my things on the floor in his cube and reach in my bag for the banana. I sit in his “guest chair”, my legs stretched in front of me, crossed at the ankles, shoes kicked off, rubbing the toes of my left foot against the right.

Slowly I peel the banana, watching him, but there is no reaction visible. I leave the peel on the last inch of the banana and slowly bring it to my mouth, sliding it past my lips. My lip gloss provides enough lubrication that the banana slides smoothly into my mouth. I close my eyes as I take in the first three inches, opening them as I pull it back out to nearly the tip.

I continue sliding it in and out until I see him lick his lips, and see the evidence of growth in his pants. This time when I slide it out I bite off the tip, giggling when his legs clamp closed, as if to protect himself.

“So – want to show me what you can do with that?”

“Excuse me?”

“The donut. Please?” I give him the pitiful me look, my blue eyes begging, my lower lip pouting, my head tilted to the right.
“That isn’t going to work. You need to remember who is in control here. Now finish that banana and we’ll see what I can do for you.”

With that I put my heart into it, stroking that banana like it was the last morsel of food on earth. If the banana could melt it would have. My tongue laps at it, my lips locked around it stroking it in and out. My eyes close and I begin to make quiet little whimpering noises as I get involved in the task.

His hand is on my shoulder, as if shaking me from my stupor. “Okay, that’s enough, you’re getting way too turned on by that and I might need medical attention soon.”

I snap out of it. Realizing the banana is no longer fit for consumption I toss it in the trash can. “So – you gonna eat the donut now?”

“Yes. You think you can handle it?”

“Ye-yes.”

“I’m just saying. You look like you might need a towel already. No moaning, no fidgeting, no touching – just sit there and watch. Put your hands under your legs and cross your feet. Don’t move.”

I realize this is going to be extremely difficult, I am a fidgeter by nature, I have never been able to sit still. However, I also know he will stop if I don’t do it, and I don’t want that. I put my hands under my legs, cross my feet and sit back in the chair. As I wait with anticipation, my tongue snakes out to lick my bottom lip.

He reaches for the donut, his eyes never leaving mine. As he brings it to his mouth, I bite my lower lip. His tongue reaches out and licks around the hole where the jelly was inserted. I feel a whimper coming and do my best to suppress it, but am not wholly successful.

“Uh-uh, what did I say?” I bite my lip again and nod my head, begging him to continue. His tongue reaches towards the donut again, this time inserting it into the hole. He removes it covered with jelly. His mouth closes over the hole and he sucks some of the jelly from it – a loud slurping sound that I am sure can be heard two states away.

He is making me so wet. I can feel the moisture beginning to pool as he works at the donut, sucking it, licking it, sticking his tongue inside it. When he takes an actual bite, revealing the center that is not nearly sucked dry I think I might lose it. I begin rubbing my feet together – I can’t sit still.

My lower lip actually hurts now from my teeth grazing it, it’s all I can do to keep from dropping to my knees and begging him to let me suck his cock. The oral fixation is driving me mad, the need to feel his hardness in my mouth overwhelming.

The inner channel of the donut is exposed to his mouth now. His tongue licks the length of it, collecting the jelly on the tip and bringing it slowly back into his mouth. My mouth is open, following his movements, like a pup waiting for a crumb to drop to the floor. I am so wet now I am sure that I will have to change – and this time I did bring an extra pair, just in case.

He makes a sound like a groan, deep in his throat as he swallows the last bit of donut. “That was good - sweet and tangy. So – you ready to work?” He sounds so unaffected. I know it’s not true, but I love the control he has over himself – and me for that matter.

I can’t speak; instead I just look at him like a starving child and nod my head. He stands and holds his hand out toward me. I finally remove my hands from under my legs and place my right in his left. He presses my hand against the length of his arousal – just once, a single stroke, but that pushes me over the edge and I cum right there in the chair.

My legs clamp tight, squeezing the sensations through me. I suck in a gasp of air and my eyes close shut. As I exhale a loud sigh, he releases my hand and says “You have to be kidding. Did I just witness a deployment?”

“Y – e – s – s.” I barely stutter the word, my face turning crimson, and my eyes changing to deep blue with that watery green center making my arousal obvious to anyone who knows about the green. My eyes are never green unless I am aroused – a tell tale sign.

“Damn – we may have to take an early lunch and take care of this problem we have.”

I stand on shaky legs, following him down the hall to where my team occupies a corner of the building. No one is in yet, so I find an empty desk and collapse into it, dropping my things on the floor beside the chair.

“Your boss should be here pretty soon, so wait here. I’ll come back for you later once the meetings start. Are you gonna be all right?”

“Oh yeah, I’m good. Go – I’ll see you later.” Suddenly it occurs to me that I don’t know our story. “Wait.”

“Yeah?”

“What’s our story? Did I already run into you this morning or have we not met yet?”

“Let’s stick with the ran into each other in the break room this morning. Truth is easy to remember.” He smiles, rubs his groin and then walks off again, leaving me with the visions of his mouth on a jelly donut, shaky legs and wet panties.

The rest of the morning passes uneventfully. I meet my team, get to know a little of what they do, share some of my background with them, etc. Just before 10:30, he shows up – time for the meeting. “Are you ready, we’ve got a meeting in 5 minutes.”

He talks to my boss for a minute, obviously renewing an acquaintance and discussing strategy for my visit. The adrenaline flows as I wonder what he is saying – will we be leaving early, “doing lunch”, one on one in the office. What will it be?

They come to an agreement and he walks back to me, taking my elbow and leading me down the hall to the meeting. At the conference room we take our seats beside each other and he introduces me to the group as the meeting begins.

His presence in the room can be felt – somehow power just seems to emanate from him. When he speaks, others listen though they don’t always agree. The discussion is heated, but he maintains control, expressing his opinions and making strong arguments for his position.

I try to concentrate on his method, the tone of his voice and his approach to each person as the discussion continues. His foot slides around mine, locking our feet together under the table as he continues to argue. Heat rushes through me, pooling at my center. He continues the discussion as if he had just kicked the table – no break in concentration, no change in tone, nothing. I find it fascinating that he can remain so steady.

As the meeting dies down, he removes his leg from mine, untangling us and sitting back in his chair, relaxed. I begin to gather my things, but he stays in his chair, waiting for everyone to leave. When the last person exits the room, he pulls my hand into his lap. He is hard, his cock pushing against his pants.

He looks at me “I think it’s time for lunch. I told your boss I would be taking you today so that we can discuss strategy for your training. Let’s get out of here.”

We head out the door, and I head back to my area to collect my things. My boss is waiting. “So – how did the meeting go?” I try to separate the relevant thoughts from the irrelevant and respond “Great. You were right, he is very cool under pressure and he is able to influence others without pushing or fighting to do it. I could learn a lot from him.”

“So are you off to lunch now? He said you two could have a working lunch. Why don’t you take a couple hours away from here, no distractions?”

“Thanks, I’ll do that. I think this will be really good for me. Thanks for setting it up.”

“No problem – glad to do it. Have fun.”

My face heats as I turn away, headed back to the entrance to meet him and head back to my hotel. He is waiting for me, laptop in hand, ready to go – a smile on his face. “You want to drive?” My first thought is ‘hands on the steering wheel mind in his pants, not a good combination’, but I nod, removing my keys from my purse and heading out.

I drive back to the hotel, parking at the rear exit so we don’t have to walk through the lobby. We gather our things and head towards the elevator. My adrenaline is rushing now, the closer we get the more nervous I become. The elevator doors open and I step in, pushing the button for my floor and standing with my back to the wall.

As the doors close, he moves closer, placing me in front of him, my back to him. His hands come around me to cup my breasts, a whisper in my ear “I want your lips locked around me.”

That’s all it takes. My nerves are replaced by anticipation. He pulls me back against him, his arousal evident as he grinds against my backside, moaning softly in my ear. The elevator reaches my floor and he steps back as the doors open. I fish in my purse for the room key as we walk down the hall. When we reach the door I swipe the card, push open the door and toss my things on the floor, holding the door open for him.

Once inside he heads to the table to set up the laptops for our “working” session. It will look to everyone as if we are on line and available. I approach him from behind, my hands finding his hardness and stroking him through his pants.

His task finished, he turns, takes my hand and guides me to the bedroom, standing with his knees against the back of the bed. He directs me to remove his pants. I reach for his belt, tugging it open, releasing the button and zipper with shaking hands. With his pants still around his hips I reach inside to touch him.

A groan escapes his mouth as my fingers stroke the length of him. His cock is hard and the skin taught over it. The head is slick with precum, my tongue aches to taste it. I push his pants to the floor, tossing them away as he steps out of them.

His boxers tent in front of me as I kneel before him. Grasping his hips, I move my head closer to him, placing an open mouth kiss on his cotton covered hardness. His hand pushes my head hard against the length of him, as if the cotton barrier between our flesh could be dissolved.

I push him back against the bed, causing him to fall back on the mattress. Moving between his legs I strip him of the final barrier, his cock finally free and jutting from his body proudly.

I touch it gently, my hands feeling the full length of him, his skin sliding as my hand memorizes the feel of it. The softness of his skin is such a contrast to the steel hardness of his erection. His pubic hair is soft and dense, smelling of soap and male arousal.

His legs spread wide, allowing me access to all of him. I begin by rubbing his thighs, my hands moving from the outside to the inside as I get closer to his hips. Light, feathery kisses and gentle nibbles follow my hands, slowly moving from knees to groin. First the right side, then the left.

I reach his center, licking heavily at the point where his thighs meet his core. My mouth moves over his balls, sucking first one then the other into my mouth and rolling it across my tongue. I gently take both in my mouth and suck, caressing them with my tongue as I swirl them in my mouth. Gently I pull my mouth back, letting them fall from my lips against him.

I push his legs up on the bed and move my head lower, my tongue rigid, flicking at the rim of his anus. He sucks in a breath as the sensation rushes over him. Loosening my tongue I lap at him, stroking gently at the entrance to no man’s land, biting gently at his buttocks. His hips rise from the bed giving me easier access. His moans confirm his approval, the hands in my hair telling me of his need.

Placing one hand on each thigh I move over him, my tongue reaching out to stroke the length of him from the base of his shaft to the now dripping tip. I lick the juices oozing from the tip of him, becoming intoxicated with the scent and taste of him. As his taste lingers on my tongue, I move back to the base, my mouth open over him, making out with his cock as if it were his tongue in my mouth.

My tongue pulls the head of his cock into my mouth. I suck him inside, wrapping my lips around him tightly. When the head is securely in my mouth I move my head to position his cock straight up, my mouth plunging down over it, sliding in as much as I can. He tastes clean and musky – all male.

Thoroughly aroused I cannot get enough of his cock. I continue my assault, sucking hard at him as if to consume him completely, my head twisting around him like a candy cane. His hands are tangled in my hair, sounds of pleasure coming from him now “Yes”, “Oh God”, “That feels so good”, “Your mouth is so hot”. My moans are nearly as loud, but far less intelligible. He feels so good in my mouth; I can’t seem to get enough.

My wetness is flowing freely now, the sensations of his cock in my mouth driving me closer and closer to my own release. The sound of his satisfaction affects me like a tongue on my clit – the waves coursing through me with every word. I fear that I may cum before he finds his release.

My right hand closes around his shaft, squeezing him. He is slick with my spit, my lips swollen and wet. My hand begins to slide in rhythm with my mouth, closing around him. My grip is a bit tighter with each stroke, bringing him completely from my mouth each time and then pushing him hard against the roof of my mouth as I slide back down.

“Oh, God, I’m gonna cum.” He pushes his hips from the bed in a final thrust, his hand pushing my head over him as his balls tighten and release his load deep into my throat.

As his cum squirts into my mouth I feel the tingling sensation that precedes an orgasm. Unable and unwilling to hold back I grasp his thighs, squeeze my legs tight and moan loudly against his pulsing cock.

As my release racks my body, I cup my tongue around his shaft, holding his cum in my mouth until I am able to swallow it. I swallow quickly as my lips loosen and my orgasm forces me to cry out.

When he collapses back against the bed I follow, swallowing his seed and licking him clean. I gently lick his hole, taking every last drop I can. The taste of his cum tingles on my tongue, making me hot all over again, the lingering sensations of my release still coursing through me.

He looks at me and says “Damn, you really do enjoy that don’t you? By the way – did we have successful deployment on both sides or did I imagine that?”

I grin, licking my lips, still tasting him on my tongue. “We had multiple deployments here thank you. Your cock tastes so damn good – you have no idea.”

Apparently he liked that because when I turned to look at him five minutes later he was smiling like a Cheshire cat and his gorgeous cock was pointed at the ceiling.

“Still hungry?” he asks, a smile on his face. He knows my response before I have a chance to say anything. “Want to try number 19 on your list?”

I smile, roll onto my back and hang my head over the edge of the bed, ensuring my throat is open and straight. “Sure – nothing ventured, nothing gained right?”