Chapter 165: The de-stress plan

How exactly was he going to help Josie destress, given the kind of person she was?

Tom pondered over that for a long moment, as he looked around the work the interior decorator’s team were currently doing.

He couldn’t come up with anything spicy enough that’d fit Josie’s personality. So he decided to ask the System for an idea, even though he already knew it would cost him.

He excused himself from the main area and stepped into one of the still-empty rooms at the club. Once the door was shut and the noise from the workers faded, he spoke under his breath in the direction of the system.

"I need a destress plan for Josie. Something that will hit properly."

The System answered immediately.

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[IDEA PURCHASE]

Cost: 300 system Points

Confirm?

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Tom confirmed without blinking an eye. The charge went through, and the suggestion came through. Tom was informed that the best way to make Josie happy and deeply satisfied was to fulfill her fantasy in a special setting. Not in her real office.... It would be in a private executive suite with a roleplay arrangement. Say a boardroom where host would present himself as a subordinate with a pitch. Josie would sit at the head of the table. And when the moment peaked, the subordinate would stop performing and take her on the boardroom table.

Tom liked it immediately.

However, there seemed to be a problem. Which was access. He did not know of any private suite in the city arranged like that.

The System did.

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Membership-only venue available.

One-time access can be forged.

Cost: $10,000

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Tom did not hesitate. "Take it."

He already saw the expense as part of recruiting Josie. Money spent now could be recovered later, that part was very certain.

The payment cleared. A one-time membership card appeared in his inventory, followed by the suite details. Tom studied the layout and felt another idea spark in his business mind. Since he read through the business book the system had gifted him sometimes back, he had been business savvy. His own club could have something like this. Not now in full scale, but later. A private roleplay wing which would be exclusive... Very useful.

He left the empty room and went to find Bree.

"Call the interior lead," he said to her.

Bree did not waste time. A few minutes later, the man in charge joined them in one of the side rooms.

Tom faced him directly. "I want a space designed for private roleplay use."

The man furrowed his brows as he thought about it mentally then nodded professionally.

"Is this something you want us to carve from the current building, or are you thinking of a separate structure?" the man asked.

Bree glanced at the property plans on her tablet. "The area around the outdoor pool can still take something. It would be small, but usable. A larger version can come later."

Tom looked at the man, waiting eagerly for a response. The interior lead considered it. "Yes. We can work with a partial outdoor build, close it properly, and design the inside to suit the purpose. The space won’t accommodate much, though."

"I understand. I’ll get the exact concept to you by tomorrow." Tom said.

"Yes, sir."

Tom turned to Bree. "I’m heading out."

"Should I come with you?" she asked, already standing at alert in case she would be going with him.

"No." Tom said and Bree nodded in understanding. Then he left. Tom got into his car and drove off while John drove in his own car and followed him.

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By afternoon, the plan was set.

Tom messaged Josie and told her to take her head off work for about two hours. He did not overexplain. He only told her that what she was coming to meet would be worth it, then sent the address.

Josie arrived on time. But when Tom led her into the private executive suite and through into the boardroom, her steps slowed.

The room looked less like a hotel fantasy and more like a closed corporate space someone powerful would actually use. It was purposely furnished. There was a long table, high chairs, good lighting...

Josie stopped near the table, clearly surprised. "I’ve never seen anything like this before." she had thought they were coming to a hotel to relax so a boardroom appearing out of nowhere didn’t make sense.

For a moment, she seemed to take it as a real meeting.

She looked at Tom with a small frown; "Is this what you meant by destress? What meeting did you bring me into without proper notice?"

Tom played along without breaking expression. "It’s a meeting only you can help me sort."

Josie raised a brow but before she could say anything, Tom took her hand.

"I have a business proposal," he said. "Please Sit and listen to me. Please."

He guided her to the high seat at the head of the table. Josie sat, still trying to read the room, her composure was intact but curiosity stood sharp underneath it.

Before she could question him further, Tom stepped into position like a man about to pitch. The suit he had wore helped. It made the whole frame look legitimate.

He adjusted his cuffs as he began properly;

"Good afternoon. My name is Thomas Harlow. I’m here to present a proposal that requires your direct approval."

Josie’s eyes narrowed slightly, still half-caught between confusion and interest.

Tom continued, his gaze now fixed on her; "I’ve reviewed the current structure, the pressure points, and the areas that need immediate attention. What I’m offering is simple. You remain at the head of the table. I handle the execution. All I need is the authority to proceed."

"What’s that?" Josie frowned in confusion not understanding what he was rambling on about, because it sounded like a ramble which was only formal.

Tom acted as if she hadn’t spoken and took one step closer.

"And the floor," he added, "is already mine to take."

Then he moved.

He closed the rest of the distance to her chair. He got there, pushed the chair backward and stepped in front of her. Josie frown deepened. Then he locked his eyes on hers, and his hands went to her skirt. Josie’s breath caught as he dragged the skirt down together with her panties in one firm motion. It was as if he had studied the skirt fabric was capable of being dragged like that without causing problem.

She gasped. And the bracelet link updated instantly;

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[BRACELET LINK — JOSIE HALE]

Arousal Level: 75%

Body Response: Wet — highly responsive

Resistance: Fracturing

Note: Target composure is failing under active stimulation

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Tom read every line as it came in. Her body was no longer pretending. The jump was sharp, almost greedy, and the System’s note only confirmed what her gasp had already given away.

Since Josie was wide open to whatever would come next, he got ready to give it to her hot!