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Conference Call (XE)

Another day, and that means more boring meetings, conference calls, and other business aspects Gabriel Agreste didn't particularly care to do, but he had to, as designer, founder and CEO of his brand. He had a new line fully designed and ready, and he sent copies of his notes and designs over to their supplier and producer, so that they can take a look at what they have to work with, and they were going to be discussing the projected timeline to make sure the clothes would be out in a seasonally appropriate manner. Gabriel was standing before his large, standing computer when Nathalie had approached him.

"Good morning, sir. We have our big meeting in just a few minutes." She read to him from her tablet. He nodded.

"Yes, thank you, Nathalie... let's head to the conference room, shall we?"

She nodded, as she walked towards the atelier door. He followed behind her, and she opened the door for him. He thanked her, and she followed behind him. They headed up the stairs, and into the conference room- a table large enough for about 20, but only having just the two of them. They sat down in the middle of the large table, side by side. He reached forward, as he dialed into the conference call. It seems like they were the last people there, as everyone else had greeted him when he joined.

Today, they were talking about the first prototypes and mockups of the garments. Gabriel wanted the initial prototype products done in three weeks- but the supplier protested that it wasn't possible. The fabric type choice that was requested for a good bulk of the line was out of stock and they wouldn't be getting anymore for a few weeks. This particularly pissed Gabriel off- this was the one fabric choice that he wouldn't budge on, since he felt like it was what made the line special. As the supplier rambled on, the frustration and stress on Gabriel's face was increasing. Nathalie, taking notes on her tablet to his right, noticed this. She was getting concerned for him- she knows just how seriously he takes his fabric choice. However, she also knew that she could calm him down in an instant if she needed to. As he grit his teeth, Nathalie placed her tablet down on the table in front of her. She could tell he was getting worked up quickly. While she was still writing, she slowly rested her hand on his thigh, stroking it gently. It almost seemed like a "it's going to be okay" sort of touch. He relaxed momentarily

He blinked, before turning his head to her for a moment. A small smirk spread across his lips- he seemed to have known what she was up to. However, she had to get up and switch sides- so that she could continue writing. Now on his left side, she placed her right hand on his thigh again. She scooted her chair closer, and her hand slid further to his inner thigh... and then towards his crotch. His legs spread wider, so that she could feel him up in greater detail. She could feel that he was slowly getting aroused from her touch; as his stiffly starched dress pants only became stiffer. He was grateful this was a voice-only conference call, because he couldn't imagine what they would say at the sight of his face flushed and the obviousness of him trying to get his pants down from under the table.

As he got his pants down to his mid thighs, Nathalie's hand slipped into his underwear, and slowly wrapped around his cock. He gasped softly, biting on his lower lip as he tugged his boxer-briefs down to free himself. He exhaled softly, before taking up another breath. As she began to stroke him, he only bit on his lower lip harder. He sighed, a bit too audibly, apparently.

"Mister Agreste, are you alright?" A voice asked from over the phone. Nathalie flinched, but didn't cease her hand motions. Gabriel felt his face grow hotter, from embarrassment this time.